#damnit those middle aged gays

[artzval]

🎇SINSMAS🎇

I believe this was the most heartbreaking scene in the whole episode.

Both Stolas and Blitzø have craved and longed all their life for some sense of belongingness.

They obviously have very different stories behind themselves, but being part of a loving family was clearly something that would bring immense happiness to them.

Stolas loneliness and love for Octavia are very important aspects of his own character.

Especially after we got a chance to get to know His Father, Paimon, and we don't still don't KNOW A THING ABOUT HIS MOTHER (very sus).

Stolas grew up without knowing love but still loved Via dearly. It would have been easy for him to fall into the same circle, but he never grew to resent her.

Instead, he loved her more than his own happiness.

Blitzø instead, is craving something that he once had.

But having known love only to then have it ripped away at such young age is somehow even more heartbreaking.

While he struggled immensely with personal issues and self loathing, he didn't close his heart completely.

He adopted Loona, not out of selfishness but because he realized she needed someone.

Someone he wish he could have had at her age.

It was not an hasty decision, he was READY to give it all for her, and he did.

He was probably clueless at first, but it didn't stop him from trying his hardest.

Proof of that is the fact that he gave her his own room and started sleeping on the couch since then.

He was not going to be like his father.

He is a caring and affectionate person at heart.

Behind all those emotional walls it was always like that, we're seeing more of it right now cuz he's finally letting the people who care about him love him in return.

Stolas was recently "Added" to that list of people, not because there wasn't any love before, but just because blitzø only recently accepted his feeling for the Prince.

He loves him, and understands what it means to be a single father.

BLITZØ WAS BORN TO BE A GIRLS DAD GUYS C'MONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

It's obvious that he would also care about Via, especially when she means so much to Stolas and after seeing how much he loves his own daughter and loves being a father!!!

The next season is going to be INTENSE!

Via is rightfully upset, from her pov Blitzø took her Dad away from her. It's gonna take some time to get her to understand that what they have is something she could be also included in.

They could be a family.

I LOVE FOUND FAMILY TROPES.

[justin-chapmanswers]

Sorry if this is a bit rude, but how do you consider yourself as he/they or they/he? I am questioning my sexuality and gender at the moment and seeing you (idk if ur lgbt) makes me find comfort, if you can, how did you realise you were not straight and how I can find mine! :3

Oh golly uh. Let's see if I can keep this short and then bury it under other answers. <3

Labels are fun cause they're so funky and ever-changing as you learn more about yourself. So, firstly, don't stress about finding something so perfect right away and bounding yourself to it. You're still you, any way you word it.

Gender-wise I'm in a state of def preferring they but being chill enough with he. Like whateverrrrr. It's hard to get around societal norms and perceptions, so my expectations are calibrated accordingly. I of course feel that for people who feel more strongly about a specific label, it's important to fight for it to be recognized whenever you're in a safe-enough environment to do-so. But for me, the concept of pushing for a specific label or, even more-so, of seeing other people pushing others to use a specific label for me is veryyyy anxiety-inducing. I tend to avoid spotlight when possible. But at the same time, a lot of it just comes down to not wanting to be grouped/perceived gender-ly at all. I tend to use the label agender. But I'm sure a lot of people have similar experiences with different labels. I just, ya'know, wanna be me.

Gender exploration is funnnn. There's no one right way to learning about yourself. Some people know from a young age, almost inherently, some people figure things out a lot later. It's never too late. Some people learn with outfits and styles, some with looking to people/characters who they want to be perceived more-like, some with experimenting through new names/pronouns and feeling-out how being called different things makes them feel. If you have friends you feel safe around with all of this, on or offline, can't hurt to say "hey would ya mind calling me x-name or y-pronoun for a bit?" And if you don't like it, you don't need to stick with it. But really be cognizant of it feels right to you.

Then on the romantic orientation side, that's been a much longer journey haha. I was calling myself straight through middle schooler, bi for a bit in early high school, gay starting in later high school, then for a long while. Nowadays I just say queer. Labels make things easier, until they don’t haha. For me, if you imagine a scale of feminity to masculinity with like little pegs running down the line from 0 to 10, with 5 in the middle, I tend to find myself attracted to people in like the 4 to 8 range? Something like that. But even that's not perfectly consistent! There's never going to be a perfect word for everything. That's why I like queer as an umbrella term. It's also just a cute word, I don't make the rules.

Hence earlier when I mentioned that you should just feel free to keep it open and not close yourself off. Maybe nothing'll change, but what if something does? But of course, I assume you're asking from more of a place of just starting this journey. I'm trying to get my mind back to where I started with that. I think the first time the not-straight realization hit was when a friend of mine didn't show up to an event and I was all like "why am I so miserably sad that he wasn't there?" And then a lightbulb appeared over my head and out-loud I said "aw damnit." And then things have been weird and confusing ever since.

But in terms of giving advice, it's hard to not just be like "uhh idk just hang out with people that makes you feel gooey." But obviously it's more complicated than that. A decade ago, I was taking random "am I gay" tests online. But they're kinda silly cause the questions on those would ask me to fill in information about how I feel, but how am you supposed to know how I feel without the test telling me how I feel??????? So realistically, I'd advise private journaling. Just take some time, even five minutes. Start now. Write out who you are drawn to, in any sense, and how they make you feel. Especially if you're like me and have trouble self-reflecting unless I force myself to. Like. In a Tumblr post.

There's so many ways to explore. It's also nice to look at relationships in life and media and seeing if you connect to any relationship or long to fit into someone's place within a relationship. That's why representation matters, baybeeeee! But also, ya'know, talking to people goes a long way to learning about yourself. Trial 'n error let's gooooo.

And above all: you got this.

[bakugoubabygirl]

       Allmights daughter   Part three

        Y/n POV 🌸💜

    “Bakugo, what the fuck are you doing?" I try to free my self from his grip . It just made him grab my other arm .

     " You got a thing for shitty  hair now. This morning it was half bastard  and now him." He growled . I was so confused maybe he gay .

      " look I don't know what your problem is but, we have to go. someone broke in" I  was panicking.

        " If someone comes in here , I will kick there ass . Now  answer me do you have thing for them" he was fuming.

       " Me and kiri are Just friends and, so what maybe I do like shouto. It's none of your damn business" I free my hands from him .

      " Why because he gave you that shitty flower. He not even good  enough for you"

        "Why do you care so much?" I had to know

        " Your on my team, and I don't need you screwing up. Just because your head is filled with stupid shit"

        " Whatever your not going to tell me what to do" I yelled .

        " Your a  fucking idiot"

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                              Todoroki POV 🌸❤️🤍

          It turn out it was just the press. I wonder how they got past the school security system. Someone else has to behind this. Where Y/n I saw her disappear with Bakugo . I have a bad feeling about this . Bakugo was abusive and Y/n is so precious .

     I'm sure she can take care of herself but I will murder katsuki if I have too. Everyone made it back to class. Y/n and bakagou were already setting in there seats .

     Eraser head announce that we were going on a field trip . We're going to the USJ to do rescue training.

     I was the first one on the bus. I pick my seat in the back. Then a h/c hair girl plop down next to me . There was a silence for a few minutes . I don't know what to say to her .

Bakugo got on and sat right in front of us . I guess it don't matter where he sits , we will hear his obnoxious mouth .

I look over at Y/n to see her reaction . She wasn't paying attention . She was space out, like she seen a ghost . Her eyes were a glowing purple.

A wave of panic wash over me " Y/N, what's wrong" I shouted . Bakugo turn around and saw it to.

" What are you doing dumbass" he shouted . He had a worried expression on his face though. I started shaking her . After two minutes she jumped back. Her eyes return normal.

I was about to ask what happen but bakagou beat me to it. " What the hell was that" he screamed . She look terrified but then she smile .

" I'm just not feeling well I guess, I'm fine" she looked at us both and laugh. This wasn't funny and something tells me she far from okay.

"You idiot, you look like you were possessed" Bakagou fumed. " Your not fucking fine but whatever I don't care" he turn around and sat back in his seat .

" Are you cold" I asked . She look like she was shivering .

" Yeah but it's alright" she said rubbing her hands together.

" Here let me give you my hoodie" I reach into my bag to look for it . When something hit Y/n in the face. It was bakagou hoodie.

" Take it I don't want it any fucking way" he mummer. He did care about her . I hope I'm wrong, he won't give up until he gets what he wants. I look over at her with his hoodie on. It made my heart ache a little . I won't give up either .

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Y/N POV 💜💀

I had a vision it was terrifying. It was a room and it was made entirely of human skin. A lady sat on a throne with purple eyes. She smiled and then it was me setting on the throne. Then the vision ended .

The boys were worried but I couldn't tell them what I saw . Bakugo gave me his hoodie . Maybe he did care about me just a little bit. It was huge on me but it's smelt like him. It smells good like Carmel.

The bus came to a stop . We all got out to meet hero Thirteen. She gave us a long lecture . I couldn't focus though. Wasn't dad supposed to be here today . Then it hit me, he said he had to hero work this morning . He must of use up all of his powers for today .

I saw Izuku face; he was feeling like something was off to. Then the lights started to flicker. Some weird portal thingy came out the fountain . What in the actual fuck . Villains started pouring out of it.

"Thirteen, Protect the students" Eraser head shouted.

   The portal looking dude showed up in front of us.  Asking where was all might was .Sayinh how disappointing it was . Because they showed up with away to kill him . My heart felt like it dropped .  

      Then all a sudden bakago and Kirishima went to attack. They fail and the warping thing got bigger. Next thing i know I was falling . I landed on top of bakagou.

" Damn your just throwing yourself at me now" Bakagou smirked . I felt my face get red. I hurried up and got up.

" You wish you could be so lucky" I scoffed . He didn't respond . That moment villains started to surround us . Bakugo started attacking and Kirishima did the same.

I made an army of shadow man with my mind . They started kicking the shit of the villains . We were done In the matters of minutes . They weren't nothing special. Bakugo and Kirishima was shocked by my powers.

" Wow Y/n how did you do that?" kiri shouted . He was such a cute little thing.

" I can mold shapes with shadows is one of my quirks" I explained . " I took there shadows and use it against them" Kirishima seemed impressed .

" Lets go kick that warp bastard ass" Bakugo yelled.

" What about the others" Kirishima asked

" They we'll be fine" katsuki said. He was right if there anything like the villains we fought . It should be a piece of cake.

We made it to the middle where Eraser head was fighting . when we got there the freaky bird dude had my dad . Why he did he come here, there going to kill him.

Bakagou ran in front of me grabbing on to the warp gate . Then Todoroki froze the bird . Freeing my father. We all stood around getting ready to fight . Izuku looked like he was about to cry.

" Y/n you and your classmates need to get out of here" All might order. I wasn't leaving without him . Nomo freed himself from todoroki ice.

Nomo went to attack Bakagou . Bakugo was holding down the warp gate. " Bakugo watch out" I cried out. Bakugo went flying but there wasn't a scratch on him. All might saved him .

He got up and told us once again to all go . I couldn’t just leave him here. “ Your bleeding though” I cried. Izuku grabbed my hand I could tell he was scared too .

He gave us a thumbs up . Him and Nomo went at it . All might kept punching Momo all over the place. I was still terrified . I floated up and my eyes flash purple. I had to do something but what ?

The guys with hands all over his face was staring at me . It made me feel uneasy . “ I know those eyes but it can’t be” he mumble .

Izuku heard it too . We look at eachother in confusion. “ Unless allmight didn’t kill you, and took you in” he gave me a creepy laugh .

“ What the hell is he talking about Y/n” todoroki asked .

“ I don’t know” I want to know damnit.

“ Yes if you’re all might daughter which is the same age as (pick a dark name D/N). It all makes sense. He will be happy to know his daughter is still alive” he laugh again .

My attention snap back to All might. He was still beating the shit out of bird brains. Finally he sent Nomo flying . It was insane . I ran to him, I don’t care how much dangerous I put myself in.

“ Dad” I ran and hugged him. I stood by him ready to fight, when he changes into his civilian form.

“ Y/n get away from here” he screamed. I didn’t listen.

“Y/n is that her name or is it D/n” he crooned. I gave my dad a confused look.

“ leave her out of this” he yelled. “ let’s just get this fight over with”

“ So is true she long lost daughter of the Maeve and All for one” he crackled . Everyone was staring at me. “ In all this time we thought you killed her”

“ Dad what is he taking about” I demanded an answer. If what he says is true, then how can I call myself a hero. Everyone knows that Maeve is a demon queen . Most believe she just a myth. All for one is the cruelest villain out there.

There a story that they had a child just so it could have both if there powers. The child was destine to destroy the world. Then a hero came and killed the child as baby,before it had the chance.

“ Oh so you haven’t even told her yet ?” The villain was about to say some more.

“ Come on why are you stalling, let get this fight over with” he yelled. The others went to go fight the other villains. Izuku stayed with us . The villain ran to All might but before I could move; Izuku threw himself in the way. Right before they grab him, the teachers finally showed up.

My Heart was pounding , Everyone was shouting. The villain retreated. Kirishima went to check on us . Then all might transfer to his civilian form. Oh no if he comes over here he will see. Then a concrete wall cam up dividing us .

“ Dad are you all right,” I hugged him until someone came and help him. I have questions but they can wait until he okay.

“ I’m fine I’m so glad your okay babygirl” he smiled.

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Time skippp( that’s my quirk lol)🤍

We were in the nurses offices . She fixed my dad up and Izuku after he broke he’s legs .

“ Dad the villain what he said about me . He lying right ?” I grabbed his hand. I hope and pray it wasn’t true.

“ I’m sorry kiddo but it is. I was told about you and what they wanted you to do . I couldn’t let that happen. They were going to make you into a weapon. I was going to destroy you. The way you were describe to me . They made it sound like it was some type of monster. When I got there, I just saw a little girl . You wrapped your hand around my finger. So I took you from the crib. I sat the crib on fire and threw animals bones in there . So they would think you were dead. I fell in love, from there on you were my little girl. I love you, not like you were my own, because you are my own.” His eyes started to tear up.

I was feeling warm drops running down my cheeks. I could hear Izuku sobbing. So it true, I’m a monster. “ When were you going to tell me?”

“ I’ve been planning for awhile, but didn’t know how. Please forgive me.” He sounded weak

“ Forgive you? You saved me and show me love” tears were spilling out my eyes. “ I love you” I hugged him. I was careful not to hurt him though.

“ I love you too. Please don’t let this change how you see yourself . There going to be a lot of people who say different; but your going to be the worlds greatest hero. The princess of peace along with your brother” I turn to Izuku. Me and him grew close during the summer.

“ Do you still trust me” I asked Izuku .

“ With my life. Family isn’t blood it’s about love” he gave me a warm smile. I still felt out of place, I always have . Now I know why. “ This might be a bad time but is that Bakugo hoodie” Izuku pointed out .

“ Yeah, he was just being nice” My face got red for

some reason.

“ Bakugo isn’t one for just being nice” Izuku laugh. Well he just looking out for his team mate .

“ Bakugo is strong and powerful . But As a dad I don’t approve” All might gave me a just kidding smile . I know he some what serious.

“ We well never be like that , so both of you calm down” I mumbled. I rather jump off a roof. He probably hates me now anyways . Todoroki probably won’t even look at me either.

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Todoroki 🌸🥰

I was worried about Y/n . Not only because who she is was revealed, where the world could see. But What happen on the bus. I wonder if there a connection. My phone lit up with a message.

Y/N: I understand that you probably hate me now . I don’t want to lose your friendship though.

Todoroki: I could never hate you . Your parents aren’t who you are. I understand trust me .

Y/N : thank you 😊

Todoroki: goodnight

Y/N: goodnight todo

Todoroki: wait Y/n

Y/n : yes?

Todoroki : Do you want to hang out tommorw after school?

Y/N: I have plans tommorw, I lost a deal with Bakagou lol

Todoroki: Oh okay . Are you two a thing ?

Y/N: no it’s not like that. Your the third person who ask me today 😂 I rather jump off a bridge

Todoroki: I’m sorry, I just enjoy your accompany and if you want to talk about today . I can listen if you want .

Y/N: thank you todo I enjoy you accompany as well.

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Thank you for reading I try to update every day. Please like and give me feed back . I love criticism I want to better my writing .

[snickiebear]

"I hate it, thanks" PLEASE and dealer's choice any ol' pairing will do :o)

this.... is probably not what you wanted KNSKA

set in the WT&R verse!

Sai looked at Sakura, brows slowly climbing beyond his hairline, before looking back at the unwrapped and opened box. There was a pregnant pause before, “I hate it, thanks.”

Sakura squawked, a fierce scowl on her face as Sai simply looked at her, unimpressed. “What? Why? I thought you’d like it!”

“Sakura-shisou.” Sai sighed as he gestured into the box. “Why would you think anyone would like this?”

He proceeded to reach into the box and pull out a much too large, itchy, ugly ass sweater. It was something Gai-sensei would wear, obnoxiously green, some funky design on the front with a mix of Naruto orange and Ino purple. 

All in all, it was atrocious.

Sai looked at Sakura in slight disgust. “Shisou… you really did not have to get me anything for my birthday.”

Sakura groaned loudly and flopped onto the coach, arm over her eyes, “Gai said kids your age liked shit like that.” A pause. “Well, I see where I went wrong. Fucking damnit.”

He snorted, tucking the ugly sweater back into box and throwing it into a corner of his apartment. “I told you before that I didn’t need or want anything.” He smiled at her when she peeked over her arm. “I’m just glad that you didn’t cook for me.”

“Watch it, you brat.” Sakura pointed a finger at him, though mirth danced in her eyes. She pulled herself onto her feet, offering Sai a scarred hand. (He had done countless studies on it, the way that she was missing her ring and middle finger, how her thumb was crooked, the rough, layered scars that covered it. He loved her hands.)

Sai took the hand, gripping it tightly as Sakura pulled him into a tight hug. She was still taller than him, tall enough to rest her chin on the top of his head and squeeze. “Happy birthday Sai,”

Smiling, he squeezed back, burying his face in her chest and reveling in the way home was in her arms, at the training field, with his friends. He looked up at her, cheeky smile on his face, “I did think of something I wanted,”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, some take out. You’re paying though.” He laughed at the way her face fell and the way she sighed deeply, pulling away to ruffle his hair. 

“Anything for the birthday boy.” She teased, a crooked smile pulling at her lips as she planted a kiss on his forehead and disappeared with a swirl of leaves.

Alone, Sai tread closer to where he threw the box, picking the sweater out of it and going to hang it in the closet. It was disgusting and he would never, ever wear it, but. Well. It was from Sakura and he treasured and was selfishly greedy with everything she has ever given him. Whether it be knowledge, jokes, or dumb gifts. 

He shut the closet door, lips twitching as he thought about what Sakura might get for Sasuke and Naruto’s birthday.  She really was a terrible gift giver, at least for kids. She had given Shikamaru condoms and lube after hearing he had a crush on Temari. Then she had given Ino some much too... sheer underwear for a fifteen year old.  

Sai smirked, maybe he could gently push her towards buying those cheesy matching shirts for them, Sakura would get a kick out of it and he knew Kakashi-sensei would be highly amused. He had time to plan though and right now all he really wanted was some take out and to watch the next Icha Icha movie with his Sakura. 

send me a prompt! 

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Do you know any typical American high school au bkdk

hello there! They have finally arrived and because of this list now I know something I didn’t think I needed in my life: Kirishima with braces! Cutest picture my mind has ever created 😭❤ thank you anon

- Kris ≖‿≖

1 Series. 14 Works.

You’ve Got Me In My Feelings  by karmaticinstitution( E | 4524 +| 1/3 )

In which Bakugou is a nerdy jock who acts like he’s badass, Izuku is the new kid and collects everyone’s hearts immediately. They start off a little wobbly, hookup, and things get a little messy. 

[Underage]

drive-by by infernalangels( E | 12,661+ | 4/? )

He should’ve never let Uraraka drag him here. The whole place reeked of beer and gasoline, drunken laughter breaking out from the group of boys he and his best friend approached. Izuku honestly didn’t know why he’d come. Signing, he began to follow Mina, silently praying he wouldn’t regret this.

Oh, he had no idea.

or: Katsuki Bakugou is everything Izuku Midoriya despises: a tattooed covered badass who takes no shit from anyone. He’s arrogant, rude, addicting… Maybe that’s why Izuku can’t stay away.

Even Deku Can Beat You (And Yeah, He Can Beat Me, Too) by brichibi ( E | 6,056 | 1/1 )

There’s an entire library of proper responses for this moment. Katsuki effectively incinerates them all when he laughs like he’s watching a comedian at work. “You wanna go against me? Me?! Come on, at least start with someone less skilled like-”

“Like you.” It comes out so smoothly from Izuku’s mouth. He can’t believe he’s actually said something so scathing. That’s not like him at all, but damnit, all he’d wanted was to spend quality time with his blockhead boyfriend, you know?

[AU where the arcade is the place to be, “Plus Ultra” is the hottest fighting game in town, Bakugou’s bad at boyfriending, and Izuku’s ready to KO his ass into the next century]

Not Another High School Au by MellowWrites                     ( M | 41,443+ | 5/? )

Izuku has been in love with the same guy for years, and no amount of bullying or warnings from friends will get him over this near obsession. Meanwhile, his best friend has been crushing on the girl of his dreams since middle school, and unluckily for Eijirou, she’s dating an asshole.

The same asshole who Izuku is pining after.

[Underage]

[Abandoned] Senior Year by Mizzi( E | 5,263 | 2/? )

The stupid american High School au.

wow my boys are in love

Maybe A Cinnabon Is All That’s Needed To Fall In Love by AllMightsRightHand19. ( E | 46154 | 17/?)

Izuku is just an ordinary gay high school student who wants more than anything to find love. However, he is very self-conscience and is constantly bullied. The only thing that keeps him going is his friends and job at his mother’s bakery.

One day at this bakery some blonde boy with deep red eyes comes in and Izuku is immediately captivated by him. Who knows maybe a Cinnabon is all that’s needed to fall in love.

[Underage]

Life at Age Thirty: Memoir by Infuzion                                        ( E | 17,517 | 6/ 6 )

It started in high school and became so much more…Katsuki Bakugou reminisce how he met Izuku Midoriya.

Twenty plus years since the day he met Izuku. He was thirty now, the best man to his best friend’s wedding, and living with the love of his life. It was perfect.

Perfect Recipe by Eggs_in_a_cloud( T | 1909 | 1/1 )

Kacchan looks at his mom and frowns.

“What the hell? Don’t pretend to be that kind of mom, old hag. We know you just brought that shit to spy on us.”

“Why you damn brat…! I wasted my time slaving over the fucking stove and that’s what you have to say to me?!”

Kacchan looks at the food with disdain. “Those are fucking box cookies!”

“Well someone had to make the fucking hot cocoa, didn’t they?!” The tray and its contents slosh dangerously.

Prequel to ‘Fairy Kisses’.

SeriesPart 2 of the Inseparable

Bring It On by theskywalkerkid ( M | 10631+ | 7/? )

“That’s great dude, watching you guys perform takes my breath away. Seeing you do all those flips and being flexible, I could only dream of it. Like when you did those backflips and landed into the splits, I was totally taken by surprise. I bet Katsuki likes that you’re flexible.”Izuku stopped walking and his mind tried to process what he just said. “W-what?”, his voice cracked.Denki paused giving him a curious look, “are you two not…like you know…you guys have done it right?”Izuku feels his face turn bright red, he can’t believe that he was just asked that.

A High School AU that needed to be written.

The Pocky Game by rekamohcs  ( M | 4981 | 1/1 )

As if Izuku didn’t have enough trouble keeping his intruding feelings for his unfairly attractive best friend at bay, Ochako had to go and teach him about the Pocky Game. Now here he was, his lips wrapped around one end of a chocolate stick, while Katsuki’s wrapped around the other, faces mere inches apart.

And they were both too stubborn to back down.

Izuku had a feeling he knew where this was headed.

(He made a mental note to remember to thank Ochako later.)

Dance, Baby! by hottamale ( G | 2283 | 1/1 )

He was all straight lines and sharp edges, and Izuku found that his intensity could impale him and leave him for dead but he’d still pine for him. He just exuded an obscene amount of confidence that Izuku didn’t have, and it was incredibly attractive as much as his overly cocky attitude wasn’t. But who was he kidding, his cocky attitude was attractive in its own right. There was no going back for Izuku, he was already too far into it for there to be anyone else but Katsuki.

SeriesPart 4 of  It’s a Concept

[Series] American AU by pemfrost ( M&G | ��12,311+ |  2 Works | WIP )

One Room Away by Logsnake ( M | 14,783 | 1/1 )

Yesterday Izuku’s mother married Mitsuki Bakugou. Tomorrow the two leave for their honeymoon. That means Izuku has exactly a week and a day to get on his new (not so pleasant) step-brother’s good side. He will make Katsuki like him. He will not put any strain on his mother’s new marriage. Yep. A week and a day to become brothers with a complete asshole. Just brothers.

(Or: the step-brother one-shot that made me realize I can’t write romance. I published it anyway. 😎 No regrets)

[ericsonclan]

When She Braided Her Hair

Summary: Prisha struggles to adjust to life with only one functioning arm. Violet helps her see that there's still hope.

Notes: Companion piece to “Braiding Her Hair”, this time from Prisha's perspective.

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Prisha sat alone in her dorm room at Ericson’s School for Troubled Youth, trying her hardest to keep perfectly still as she reached with her one good arm to stroke the brush through her hair. Every misplaced twitch had her seizing up in pain, the burning sensation from her shattered arm radiating throughout her entire body. It had already been weeks since the injury, but she was nowhere near recovered. She would never fully recover; she was maimed for life. Prisha gritted her teeth, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the new grim reality of her condition. She might be an invalid, but she could still have neat hair. She wasn’t letting this injury take away the one part of herself she’d always maintained. Finally after several minutes of painstaking effort and barely contained gasps of agony, her hair had been thoroughly brushed out. All that remained was to braid it. Prisha reached behind her, groaning in pain as she attempted to pull her hair forward. She started her regular steps, separating the hair into equal portions on her left side, right and her back, then froze as the realization struck her: this wasn’t going to work. This method relied on her approaching the braid from both sides at once with two hands. Prisha felt panic rising within her once more, the same she had felt at Ruby’s words as she informed her of what had happened to her arm. The same she experienced as she watched Dana and Marie be taken away while the rest of her group bled to death on the cliffside. No. Don’t let yourself go back there. She would find a new way to braid her hair. Standing up, Prisha walked over to where she’d laid the brush on the desk. Perhaps she could use it as some sort of placeholder, a bookmark while she shifted her good arm to the next position. This could work. The panic subsided as she once again began to undertake the task of braiding her hair. It was soon replaced with anger however as the brush quickly proved itself ineffectual. It would either slide out of the place she wanted it to be or get tangled in the hair it was meant to hold. After a few rounds, the brush became particularly snarled within her hair. Prisha tried to pry it out gently, then grew angry, swinging her hair back and forth. Her crippled arm immediately retaliated with an absolutely debilitating pain, causing Prisha to cry out and crumple in half from the pain. The brush clanged against the metal bedpost and fell uselessly to the ground. “Prisha? Are you OK?”

She heard the door open and immediately straightened up, casting a venomous glare at the treacherous brush. The corners of her eyes stung with tears she was too furious to shed. “What’s wrong?” It was Violet’s voice. She was the one who had carried Prisha back to the school, the girl who had saved her life. For her to come at this of all times was utterly humiliating. Prisha let out a harsh sigh. “I asked Ruby for a brush since after three weeks in a braid my hair looks like it belongs to a mongoose. Silly me though, I forgot that I would need two hands to rebraid my hair, just like I need two fucking hands for everything in this goddamn world!” Prisha felt her chest heaving as her emotions swelled. Damnit, she couldn’t let herself fall apart now! “Y’know what? I can braid your hair. I may not know a fucking thing about hair care, but it’s just a braid, right?” Violet bent down to pick up the brush. “You can sit down on the chair or the bed and I’ll get it done,” Prisha felt dazed. In the midst of all the chaos, she’d been repressing her emotions for weeks now. Having them all come out at once like this was proving taxing. Shakily, she nodded then sat down on the bed facing the closet, pulling her legs up against her chest and wrapping her right arm around them, her left cradled uselessly by her side. She had to make sure she didn’t jostle it. One more bout of pain might be too much for her to manage. She could hear Violet crawl on top of the mattress and sit behind her. To greet that childish outburst with an offer of help… these Ericson survivors really were something else. In all her years on the road, Prisha had only met a handful of people who would offer a stranger a hand. They tended to be those who’d been denied the same kindness in the past and did not wish that suffering to fall on another. From the burn marks on Violet’s face, Prisha wondered if the same story held true for her. Violet hadn’t moved yet. “Umm, remind me of the first step,” Prisha felt a smile weakly tug at her lips. Of course the art of braiding’s been lost with the apocalypse. Everyone else had the sense to cut their hair short. “You need to separate my hair into three equal sections,” “Right,” She could feel Violet touching her hair, so gently it almost felt like she wasn’t there. Prisha wondered if Violet was worried about hurting her. Considering that the purplish bruising of her arm travelled far above her bandages, it was a valid concern. Violet was certainly gentler than Prisha than she’d been with herself in her efforts to untangle her hair. Violet had stilled again. “Do you need the next step?” “Uh, yeah,” “Start with the section on the left side and cross it over the middle section. Then take the right section and cross it the other way, then bring the middle section over. Then just keep repeating those motions,” “Alright. Here goes nothing,” It was sweet of Violet to be attempting something she was clearly uncomfortable with. Prisha could hear her whisper a cuss as one section of her hair slipped out of her grasp. She was such a fascinating person. Prisha hadn’t thought much of her in the months since their first meeting, but the same traits that had stood out in Violet then were present here as well: tenacity and tenderheartedness. The two qualities tended to be mutually exclusive after the world ended. Either you were soft and died or you were hard and survived. It was exceedingly rare for someone to embody both within themselves. Prisha suddenly realized how quite she was being. She’d been so drawn into the peacefulness of the moment she hadn’t considered that her terseness might be unsettling. Awkwardly, she cleared her throat. “Did you used to have longer hair… before?” “When I was little. My grandma used to put it in braids whenever she took me to church. I hated it,” Violet paused and quickly back tracked. “Not that braids are bad! Just on me. She did them so tight,” It was cute how quickly she’d corrected herself. As if anyone had time to be offended by braiding preferences in the apocalypse. “My mother braided my hair when I was little, but she taught me how to do it myself from a pretty young age. She said that braided hair was a sign of dignity for a woman.” Prisha reached up a hand, fiddling with a stray strand by her face. “I know it would be more practical for me to cut it, but something just stops me each time I consider it. Who knows. Maybe it’s just my way of saying fuck the walkers and fuck this entire shitty world. They can take a lot from me, but how I do my hair is still my own fucking choice. I may not control what I eat or where I sleep or…” She took a shaky breath. “Or the well-being of my own body, but dammnit, I still have my hair,” Damn, way to monologue, Prisha. “That’s sorta badass,” Prisha snorted. “Thanks, I guess. Everything’s going to shit and here I am being Indian Rapunzel,” “It works on you,” “Thanks,” Prisha felt a bit of warmth growing in her chest at the reiterated compliment. Violet didn’t strike her as the type to give compliments lightly. She should know better than to brush her words off. Prisha turned slightly so she could look back at Violet who was earnestly focusing on the braiding process. “You know, I can see why you hated them. The braids, I mean. Your hair looks good short,” “If by ‘good’ you mean ‘looks like some hay that a cow shit on’ then yeah, I guess it looks good,” Prisha scoffed. “No, it’s not like that at all. It looks like… y’know that tall grass that grows beside rivers? The kind with those wheat kernels on the end that you can’t eat? Then autumn comes and they turn this warm, light gold tone and just sway back and forth in the breeze…. Your hair is like that,” Shit, that sounded super gay. She hoped she hadn’t just freaked Violet out. “Your braid is done,” Violet draped it over Prisha’s right shoulder. “Thank you,” Prisha said, fiddling with the tail end of the braid. Not bad at all for a first attempt. “You got it perfect. Not too tight,” She turned around on the bed, leaning against the wall. “Sorry you had to come into the middle of my tantrum. Was there something you needed from me?” “Dishes,” Violet answered abruptly. “Omar wanted me to bring your dishes down if you were done with them,” “Oh, yes, of course. Could you tell him thank you for me? His cooking is seriously amazing. The best I’ve had in years,” “He’ll be happy to hear that,” Violet reached out to grab the small pile of dishes, moving backwards toward the door. “I’ll leave so you can sleep now,” Dang it. She shouldn’t have asked Violet what she came in for. “Alright. And Violet?” “Yeah?” Prisha found herself looking out of the boarded-up window, unable to meet the eyes of the girl who’d just helped her for fear of her voice cracking with emotion as she spoke. “Thank you. For dropping by. It helped,” “Anytime,” With that, Violet was out the door and Prisha was alone again. Well, there wasn’t anything else to be done tonight. Her hair was fixed and the tension in her body had finally dissipated enough that she felt she could sleep. Blowing out the candle by her bedside, Prisha lay down on her bed. Her future was still unclear, a fact that terrified her to her very core. But for the first time since she’d lost the use of her arm, lost her group, lost everything… for a few minutes things had been pleasant. Perhaps all was not lost just yet. She needed to stay practical and be prepared for the worst, but the people at Ericson hadn’t kicked her out yet. Maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t? It was too much to think of right now. With a sigh, Prisha closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take her. She was glad that Violet had dropped by tonight. She’d given Prisha something she thought she had lost: the comfort of knowing she was not alone.

[anglophile-rin]

don’t trope me into this

tagged by @royedsasoei . Yay! Thanks! I love getting tagged in things and it never happens for any of those stupid Facebook ones, which makes you def top ten loves of my life ❤️❤️

However, the universe has once again asked the bisexual to choose things, and we all know how that goes...

Rules: Bold whichever trope you like the most (or hate the least if you’re not a huge fan of either) of the following pairs: 

Slow burn or Love at first sight? 

Ok, hear me out. So, like, Klaus lands his ass in Vietnam, tilts his head at the hot sleepy guy, and it's just "Oh no, he's pretty."

Dean stabs Castiel in the chest and again, "Oh no, he's pretty."

So, I guess what I mean is, I love a crush at first sight. But then slowly burn away at that love, my friends. Make me hurt with your need to JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY.

Fake dating or secret dating?

Gimme the danger! Gimme the sneaky, sexy stuff! But also, gimme the secret dating that's not really a secret so much as, they just never bothered to tell anyone and everyone's just really confused.

Enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers or enemies to friends to lovers? 

Maybe it's because I'm married to my best friend, maybe it's because my gay little heart realized 15 years too late that it was both gay and also had been in love with my high school best friend, but it just pleases me, damnit.

Oh no there’s only one bed or long distance correspondence?

Longing and phone calls and emails and texts (all fun to write, too, which helps) and whining pitifully to your siblings and friends and driving them bonkers. Yup. Hits the spot.

hurt/comfort or amnesia?

Whump has been in my soul since I had my first crush at two years old. Do you know how much little me delighted in Luke Skywalker having his hand cut off?? It was indecent. Add comfort from a loved one? I'm set.

Fantasy au or modern au? 

Both are great, but I have to really be in the mood for a fantasy AU. Modern is just so clean and easy.

mutual pining or domestic bliss? 

Can I say both?? I want them to pine and then I want them to have babies, DAMNIT.

smut or fluff?

Damnit. Both! I want both! Give me fluffy smut! Give me smutty fluff! Tenderly fuck and then cuddle, god DAMNIT.

But, if it must be one without the other, I suppose I'd have to go fluff. Though I get WAY more embarrassed reading a good fluff in public... 😬

canon-compliant or fix-it?

Listen. There is this thing called bury your gays, and I am not about that life. So I almost have to read fix-it just as a matter of necessity. But it has to be as canon-compliant as possible while fixing it.

Reincarnation or character death?

So, when I was young I watched a Disney Channel movie called Susie Q (I think) and the girl totally dies in the past (I think??) but then the guy sees basically her exactly in the future and first my little self was all "Woo! Her heart will go on!" but soon after I was like "Wait, that's kind of shitty, isn't it? Poor girl just being used as a replacement for a self she doesn't even remember." So, give me death. Plus, damn that grieving...

But if you're gonna reincarnate, you gotta reincarnate both of them again and again spanning centuries.

one-shot or multi-chapter?

The longer the better. Give me it ALL. 

kid fic or road trip?

I am SO SOFT for my favs being parents. SO SOFT. The kids have to be written well, which can be a chore, but kids. Do it.

sci-fi au or magic au?

Solely because I have read way more magic AU than sci-fi AU. Though I'm ready this SWU fix now....oh man....

Arranged marriage or accidental marriage?

Arranged marriage totally belongs in either enemies to lovers or arranged marriage to the wrong person. Some Romeo, Juliet and Paris shit up in here. Accidental marriage? That is pure of heart and dumb of ass and I am HERE for it, always. 

Time travel or isolated together?

This being said time travel involving Mr. David Katz will win out every time.

But yeah. Get snowed in, get trapped in an elevator, get lost in the woods, I think we're alone now.

High school romance or middle-aged romance?

I love a good high school AU, I really do. So much angst, and soft, younger versions of my favs. But that being said, middle-aged. Yes. Grown ass men (let's be real, I almost always read the gay boys) feeling like teenagers? Complications of adult life? Gimme gimme gimme.

body swap or genderbend? 

You did it. You offered the bisexual a choice and made her choose "neither." The only time I really can do genderbend is when it's temporary.

Angst or crack?

I can't do crack. I just can't. It's just...too silly. Too cringey.

Even if I could, though, I live for the angst. It feeds me.

Apocalyptic or mundane? 

Listen, shit is stressful enough. Just be in love, would you?

But apocalyptic can totally be fun, too...

tagging @frecklesandsuspenders @swiftseptember and anyone else who may want to do this! 

[honeybee-babe]

Press Conference EPILOGUEEEE

Yup. It’s still crack. But more snz content is always good right? so here ya go.

~~

The interview aired two days later, and Allison invited all the siblings to her hotel room to watch.

Not even five minutes into the broadcast, while Maya was talking to Klaus, you could distinctly hear a stifled double from Luther, and a quiet “bless you” from Allison, though it had been muffled by the sound crew. They all laughed, even Luther, who blushed red.

“Damnit, they said they were gonna edit them out.”

Diego rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up, it was one sneeze.”

“Actually, it was two,” Klaus quipped, earning himself a slight slap upside the head from Luther.

They would soon realize, however, that it was not just two sneezes. On multiple occasions, both Klaus and Luther could be heard sneezing in the background. And in a few occasions during their solo interviews, you could see them sneeze.

Klaus was dying on the floor.

“That’s fucking golden. I’m too cute.” Luther, on the other hand, was mortified.

“Is that really what I look like when I sneeze?”

“And all the time, unfortunately,” Diego quipped. Vanya shrugged her shoulders a bit.

“It’s just sneezing, guys. I don’t know why you care so much,” she mumbled, eyes downcast. “Like, whatever, no one’s gonna think anything of it.”

Vanya was very wrong. After it was over, Allison flipped on her favorite all female late night talk show. Five middle-aged women in gaudy dresses and too much jewelry sat in a semicircle discussing the interview.

“Y’know, honestly Pauline,” the second co-host said. “I just couldn’t get over how much Number One and Number Four were sneezing!” The other women chuckled in response.

“Oh my god, I know!” the fifth shrieked. “I mean, it was still very touching and all, but I couldn’t stop laughing any time those two sneezed. Give me the name of that editor cause they should be fired!”

“Those poor boys, though,” the third co-host said with a little frown. “It’s like, couldn’t they reschedule if they were that sick?”

“Seriously, though, did The Monocle not teach those kids how to use a goddamn Kleenex?” joked the first anchor, prompting laughs from all the others.

“I thought it was just too cute, guys,” said the fourth co-host with a little shrug and a sheepish grin. “But honestly, it just made Number Two look so much yummier.”

“Damn right you are, Debrah!” the fifth co-host shrieked and high-fived the fourth, while the others made sounds of approval and nodded in agreement. “Honestly, he could just sit there while is brothers blow snot out of their noses and just stare at me in silence for hours, and I’d be in heaven.”

In the hotel room, Diego grinned.

“Amen!” the fourth co-host cheered.

Klaus hit the power button on the remote and the screen went blank.

“Hey!” Diego pried the remote from him and turned it back on, but the women had already moved onto the next topic. “Dammit Klaus, you made me miss it!”

“Miss what?” Luther asked with a little shrug. “All they were talking about is how attractive they think you are.” Diego grinned.

“Uh, hello? That’s exactly the point?” Klaus scoffed. “Oh, shut up, you’re just jealous they think I’m hotter than you, you big baby.”

“They were being ridiculously unfair, Diego!” Klaus defended. “You try having an allergic reaction during an interview. If I hadn’t been sniffling the whole time, I would have swept the fucking floor with you.”

“Yeah, right,” Diego rolled his eyes. “Some women don’t seem to mind it when you sneeze all over them. You would know, Klaus.”

“Can we stop talking about this?” Vanya asked quietly.

“What does that have to do with these women?”

“Well, if Maya is anything to go by, the sneezing isn’t that much of a turn-off. So that must mean they like me more anyway. Sucks to suck!”

“Luther, back me up on this!” Klaus whined. “You’re beefy and you’ve got that wholesome, all-American thing going on. I’m charming as hell, I’m a pretty boy and I’m an actual gay icon. Diego’s the obnoxious broody high-school loner trope. If we weren’t sneezing our asses off we so would have beaten him in the Most Fuckable contest.”

Luther’s expression remained blank as he stared at Klaus.

“Klaus, why do you care so much?”

“I don’t! Shut up!” Klaus bit back. “It’s all I fucking have, Diego! My powers aren’t cool and I’m not ‘big and strong’ like either of you two! If I don’t have that, what do I have? The most depressing and uncool superpower, and a tragic backstory. That’s it.”

Everyone was silent.

Klaus sighed, “Diego, I think I’m gonna head out of your place soon, you don’t need me there and I can find somewhere else to go.”

“Don’t do that, Klaus,” Diego said. “You’re the nice one, the witty one, you’re charming, you’re the whole deal.”

“I’m not the nice one, I’ve never been the witty one, that’s Vanya, and you’re the charming one apparently!” Klaus frowned. “I’m the junkie! They even introduced me as it! I’m just the happy-go-lucky, carefree, stupid drug addict!”

His eyes were glazed. Diego hoped that Klaus would just fall asleep and this would all feel like a bad fever dream. For once in his life, he wished Klaus was high enough to forget the evening.

“And just thinking about that goddamn perfume is making my nose run!” Klaus added. He then sniffled for emphasis. He wasn’t exactly stuffed up but Diego understood he was doing this to complete the picture.

Allison perked up, “You know, Diego was right, Klaus. Remember how he said that Maya was into you even though you were a sneezy mess? Clearly you’ve still got it when you’re down. Maybe Diego is just their type.” Klaus looked like he was almost considering it. “Seriously, there used to be another co-host on the show that absolutely raved about you when your last overdose went public!”

That roped him in. “Really?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yup.” Allison nodded. “She said she just wanted to take care of you and then have you take care of her. I thought it was disgusting, but you know, do with that what you will.”

Klaus cheered up a bit with that. He sighed happily and pulled some sort of cloth out of his pocket. Immediately, Luther peeled away from him. Whatever the cloth was, it reeked of perfume.

“Klaus, what the hell is that?” Luther asked, his hand over his nose.

“Uhhh…” Klaus stalled. “It’s Maya’s. Maya gave it to me.”

Diego had a bewildered look upon his face. Klaus was continuously surprising him today; every time that Diego thought Klaus certainly couldn’t do anything dumber, he managed to do just that. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“No. Can it, Diego!”

— “HehhNXGT’uh-nXXT!”

— “Hnkgt-itshuu! Ihhnkt!”

Diego grabbed it out of Klaus’ hand.

“Don’t you dare try to take this shit back from me, I’m burning it as soon as I find my damn lighter.”

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic: That Cycle Thing (ao3 link)

Fandom: Flash, Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Barry Allen/Mick Rory Series: Flashwave Week 2018 (Destiny Series)

Summary: "It's kind of weird, though, isn't it," Barry says, sitting in the clinic for the first time. "You know, that being a superhero or a supervillain is correlated with - well, developing a weirdo reproductive system?"

"Not really," Mick says. "See, it's not correlation. It's the other one."

"Causation? Wait, like, being a superhero means you go alpha or omega? But how?"

A/N: @flashwaveweek - Flashwave Week: ABO

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"New one, huh?" the big guy asks, not without sympathy.

"Yeah," Barry says. "Is it that obvious?"

"Kind of is," the guy confirms. "Mostly in the freaked-out way your eyes keep darting around. Don't worry. This place is totally confidential and a, what do you call 'em, a safe space."

"I appreciate that," Barry says, very sincerely. "I mean, you hear stories..."

"Pornorgraphy, you mean," the guy says.

Barry laughs. "Yeah, I guess. It's kind of weird, though, isn't it, that being a superhero or a supervillain is correlated with - well, developing a weirdo reproductive system?"

"Not really," the guy says wryly. "See, it's not correlation, it's the other one."

"Causation? Wait, like, being a superhero means you go alpha or omega? But how?"

"You know how a while back, Superman was the only major superhero?"

"Yeah?"

"You know how he and his cousin are basically the last of their species?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd like you to imagine a computer-robot-creature capable of reprogramming the human genetic code being real unhappy with that fact."

"Wait. Are you telling me -"

"The whole alpha-omega shit all of us powered folks get saddled with is designed to make us reproductively compatible with Kryptonians? You bet your ass. Literally, if you're an omega."

"That's - that absolute bullshit! Why not make them compatible with us?!"

"We've all asked that question," the guy says. "All of us. At length. Usually at volume. Everyone reacts differently to finding out about the cycles, but that reaction’s pretty consistent.”

“No wonder.”

“Either way, that’s one of the reasons why capes end up dating each other more often than not. My name's Mick, by the way."

"Barry," Barry automatically replies, then flushes. "I mean -"

"No, no, it's better this way," Mick says. "No hero identities in the clinic. Keeps fights and rivalries from the outside from coming inside."

"Right. That makes sense."

A companionable silence settles on them for a little.

After a few minutes, Barry clears his voice.

"No, it's nothing like the tabloids say it is," Mick says.

"Oh thank god," Barry says. "That stuff about, like, heats and ruts..."

"You get cramps and a mild fever and you're, like, a little more horny than usual," Mick says. "Pretty similar to a woman's menstrual cycle. Nothing at all like the mindless fuck-or-die no-standards do-anyone bullshit you hear about."

Barry sighs in relief.

"Don't get me wrong, sex helps with the cramps and stuff," Mick adds. "But it sure as hell isn't a total loss of your ability to make decisions. Unless you're, like, into that, but that's your own business, y'know?"

"Good," Barry says firmly. "That was - yeah. Not good. I don't know what I was more scared of, the omega heats where you can't say no or the alpha ruts where you don't care if someone else is saying no."

"Yeah, that is definitely not a thing! Anyone who tells you otherwise, they're being dicks. You tell the clinic what they're saying and they'll shut 'em down. Everyone respects the clinic, hero or villain."

"Good," Barry says again, then hesitates. "Uh, one more question, if that's okay..?"

"Sure, shoot."

"How do you, uh, know? Which one you are, I mean. Or which one someone else is."

"There's a bunch of signs," Mick says. "But you usually aren't one or the other, you know."

"What? You're not?"

"Nah. It's got something to do with stress, proximity to other capes, nutrition, hormones, emotional state, whatever, but most people end up swapping dynamics every few years. Pretty rare to be one or another all the time."

"Huh. I didn't know that."

"Most people don't. It's private, you know? Especially with all the misinformation out there."

"Superhero porn," Barry agrees. "Super-heroes, super-popular - and that's even before the cycle thing got into the mix."

"Yep," Mick says. "Congrats, you’re a fetish now. But what can you do?"

“Not much,” Barry agrees.

"Barry!" the nurse calls.

Barry starts. "Oh," he says, starting to get up. "That's me - I've got to go -"

"I'm sure I'll see you around, the way these things go," Mick says, waving. "But, hey - Barry?"

"Yeah?" Barry says, turning back.

"If you ever have any more questions about all this, I'm happy to answer 'em," Mick says. "Cape or no cape." Then he grins wickedly. “And if you ever want some help getting through those cycles, hit me up.”

Barry blinks, taken slightly aback – is he being hit on? He is definitely being hit on, holy crap, he’s being hit on by a very attractive man who is considerate enough to wait until Barry has a built-in excuse to exit the conversation, this is the best day ever – and then, slowly, smiles back at him. "I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks."

"Anytime."

Barry does end up meeting Mick again, sooner than expected - he's a speedster from the Gem Cities, so he's inheriting the mantle of The Flash from Jay Garrick, the older generation, and along with the mantle of the Flash come the Flash's rogues gallery, including the Rogues.

The Rogues, which include Heatwave.

Mick Rory.

Oh, well. It was probably too much to hope for that he'd be a hero.

At least, if he has to be a villain, he's a villain in Barry's jurisdiction. Heroes, Barry had discovered, are extremely territorial about their villains, always insisting on taking lead against them and butting heads over them.

(After the first the time Rogues visit Gotham, Barry abruptly realized that that means they'll be facing Batman's unique brand of massive overkill vengeance only without the vague fondness he has for his own villains; as this was followed immediately by Barry growing a spine and confronting Batman for the first time to insist that he be part of the investigation and subsequent fight, Barry understands the impulse much more.)

But, yeah. Barry goes through his first few cycles - omega cycles, currently - by lying on Iris' couch and making puppy eyes at her until she fetches him chocolate and hot water bottles, but then she gets together with Eddie and it seems a bit rude to impose.

At least Iris assures him she'll continue to pretend to be his love interest, since having one is apparently de rigueur for heroes, since everyone gets very judgy if you're feeling single for a while.

Even Batman has a love interest. Several, even.

But also, going through your cycle alone is...ugh. Mick was right, at least, in that sex isn't required (though superspeed makes taking a bit of time to scratch the itch an irresistible temptation), but Barry's starting to find that company really is.

And he's kind of short of that.

So when he heads out on reluctant patrol during the itching, annoying second night of his heat to find Captain Cold and Heatwave robbing a small jewelry store - no witnesses, no CCTV, barely anything worth taking to the point that Barry kinda suspects that the place is a Family front - he decides to tap Heatwave on the shoulder and say, "Uh, sorry, but at the clinic -"

Cold is in the middle of raising his gun but when he hears the word "clinic" he drops it with a sigh. "Of course he did," Cold says, rolling his eyes. "Mick, I'll see you when you get back."

"You do that," Heatwave agrees. "Barry, this is an anti-Family thing - wouldja mind if Len takes..?"

"Well, if it's an anti-Family thing -"

No one in Central likes the ever-warring Families.

Cold waves a hand at Mick and glares at Barry. "You be nice to him," he says, right before stalking out.

Barry flushes. "I mean - I didn't -"

He kind of did.

"It's all right if you just have more questions," Mick assures him. "Or even if you just want someone to hang around while you're being miserable. Doesn't have to be a hookup." He grins. "Unless you want one, of course."

Barry wars with himself and his own embarrassment for a minute, but Mick seems so calm and even Cold had been so casually accepting and damnit, Barry hasn't gotten laid in ages which is even longer for a speedster who occasionally time travels back in time to repeat a few days -

"The latter," Barry says, flushing red under his cowl. "If you don't mind."

"Not at all," Mick says, eyes brightening. He steps forward and loops his arms around Barry in prime speedster-carry position. "Well?"

Barry runs them out of there.

Turns out Mick was right: it really does alleviate the symptoms.

After the whole mess with Eobard and things blowing up and Barry feeling horribly guilty and nearly running himself ragged, he notices that his cycles are – different.

Less cramping, more mood swings, for one thing. Mostly going manic, actually – super hyper, super bad focus, none of which is good for super activities.

The horniness is way up, as usual, but now Barry’s suddenly eyeing everyone around him because is it just him, or did he somehow miss the fact that he’s surrounded by extremely attractive people?

It takes a few days of being twitchy for Barry to realize that he’s in rut instead of heat this time.

And, well, Mick did say…

“Oh, sure,” Mick says, holding the door to the Rogues’ hideout open and gesturing for Barry to come in.

“There isn’t, you know, a compatibility problem?” Barry asks, coming in anyway.

“Gay people existed on Krypton too,” Mick says solemnly, then cracks up when Barry gives him a look. “I don’t know, Red. I’ve never noticed a difference, whether it’s alpha-omega, alpha-alpha, omega-omega, whatever. Besides, I live with a whole coop full of alphas now; someone’s going to be shifting dynamics sooner rather than later.”

“Oh?”

“Having a lot of one type tends to result in equalization, apparently? Something about syncing up hormones. Dunno.”

Captain Cold – Len, he’d told Barry to call him – waves from where he’s lounging on the couch. “Glad to see you two lovebirds are keeping it up,” he says.

That gets both Barry and Mick to splutter.

“They’re not lovebirds, they're just fucking,” Mark Mardon opines. He’s digging into a pint of ice cream with a fork. Barry wonders if that has to do with the heightened hunger of the alpha, or the cravings of the omega, or maybe the Weather Wizard’s just a frat boy at heart. Who knows?

“We’re just leaving, that's what we are,” Mick says, grabbing Barry’s hand and leading him upstairs. “So don’t bother us!”

As soon as they’re alone in Mick’s room, he grins at Barry. “Sorry about ‘em. Can’t live with them…you know the rest.”

“Why are you all living together?”

Mick shrugs. “Supervillain thing,” he says.

“What, a shared inability to make rent?”

Mick laughs. “Nah,” he says. “We did a job, it went pear-shaped, and now some people are out to get us, so we’re huddling together for safety. S’cool, don’t worry about it,” he adds, seeing Barry opening his mouth to volunteer help. “It’ll all blow over soon enough.”

“Well,” Barry says. “I’m glad you guys are doing okay.”

Mick’s smile broadens. “I’m glad to see you too, Red.”

Mick does end up going omega after another few months, and he calls Barry on the number Barry’s given him – they’ve been texting a little, back and forth, because Barry’s really bad at doing the whole friends-with-benefits thing without also doing the, you know, friends part of it –with a request that Barry show up at a certain warehouse with his supersuit and without plans for the evening.

It’s awesome.

And, well, after that…

It’s not that they’re dating or anything, that’s for sure. They’re hero and villain, and they are not pulling a Batman-Catwoman shtick.

But Barry has Mick on his speed dial, calling him whenever his ruts or heats hit – he ends up going back to omega pretty quickly, since apparently that’s where his body’s comfort zone is – and Mick does the same, wherever he is on his cycle.

And, you know, maybe they hang out outside of that, sometimes. Mick’s pretty cool – no pun intended – and he’s very laid back, which Barry really appreciates given the usual high-key frenzy that he has to deal with as part of Team Flash.

So, yes, sometimes they go see movies, or go to dinner, or Mick will swing by Barry’s apartment and cook him something, even if it’s not exactly on their cycles.

Sometimes Barry goes to hang out at Mick’s place – which usually involves at least some Rogues, or at minimum Len, because Len and Mick are codependent best friends and Barry respects that, especially once Mick explained that Len is ace and didn’t give a damn about cycles in any direction.

(Also, Len sometimes has glowing blue eyes, usually when he's reading this big large Book on the couch, but Barry has decided not to ask about that.)

Either way, though - it works.

It’s – nice.

Barry’s happy.

Of course, Barry's hardly the only hero with a regular hookup for heats and ruts, but most of them at least pretend that said regular hookups are not with one of their villains. Barry, on the other hand, isn't much for pretending, and that means he gets the occasional Talk from his fellow superheroes.

The annoyingness quality of said Talk varies based on the person involved.

"Bad guy, huh?" Aquaman grunts. "Sure that's a good idea?"

"Truce applies in relation to clinic matters," Barry reminds him.

He gets a shrug in return. "Doesn't make it not a bad idea."

"I'm an adult capable of making my own decisions, thanks."

"You sure you're okay?" Cyborg asks, looking sincerely concerned. "I mean, he's not, like, taking advantage or -"

Barry takes poor brand-new Cyborg to the clinic and corrects his misapprehensions much the same way Mick did for him, though without the proposition.

"A villain, Barry," Oliver says flatly. "Really?"

"Huntress," Barry reminds him. He's never going to let Oliver live that down.

"She's an anti-hero sometimes," Oliver says. "But Heatwave -"

"Are you trying to say the Rogues aren't anti-heroes sometimes?"

"Not the point."

"I don't think you actually have a point," Barry says. "You want to register your disapproval. Well, it's registered."

"You know it's not that," Oliver says. "We're friends. I worry."

"I appreciate that. But seriously, I'm fine. Trust me. Mick and I have a good set-up that works for us."

"You know, if it's just a lack of other options -" Hawkgirl starts.

"I'm flattered," Barry says hastily. "But seriously, Kendra, no, I'm very happy as is." He pauses and frowns. "Tell me Oliver didn't send you."

"No, no - well, he did express his concern -"

"Punch him in the face for me, will you?"

She laughs.

"You know, it's really good that you're -" Superman starts.

"Nope," Barry says. "If this is a lead up to say something about Mick, you should stop right there. I'm totally happy to talk work and even fun hanging out stuff with you, but I'm still pissed at you about the whole cycle thing."

"...fair point," Superman concedes. "Well, good luck. My cousin says hi, too; she's hoping to get back to Earth soon and wants to meet him. Assuming you're not still too pissed at her, too."

"...it's hard to be pissed at Kara."

"It really is," Superman agrees, quite solemn. He doesn’t take any of it personally, which Barry really appreciates.

Wonder Woman just gives Barry a thumbs up, but to be fair Barry is pretty sure she's casually dating Golden Glider, so he wasn't really expecting a lecture from her.

And then one day he turns around and the urban legend of Gotham is standing behind him with a brooding expression.

"Don't tell me you have an opinion, too," Barry sighs. He’d known this was coming – Batman had an opinion on everything.

Usually a negative one.

Usually a negative one backed with data collected via an unnecessary amounts of stalking.

“No,” Batman says. “No opinion.”

“…what, really?”

Batman’s expression doesn’t so much as flicker. “Central City is beyond my jurisdiction.”

Barry blinks. “I mean,” he says, “not that I don’t appreciate that, but – and please don’t take offense here – it’s not like you really seem to pay attention to that whole jurisdiction thing for other heroes, so –”

“Central City itself,” Batman clarifies. “I can’t enter. None of the heroes can, not without your authorization.”

“…what now?”

“Well, excluding Diana,” Batman corrects, as if that was the problem with what he’d just said.

“Go back to the part where there’s a forcefield around Central City,” Barry says.

“It’s not a forcefield,” Batman says. “I’ve checked.”

“Then what?”

“A zone of no-interference,” Batman says. “If it makes you feel better, it’s been there for a while; I don’t think it’s actively harmful.”

“…okay,” Barry says. “And you didn’t feel the need to mention this before, so you’re telling me this right now for a – reason? I assume?”

“The zone appears to have changed.”

Barry isn’t very good at glaring, and certainly not at Batman, but he’s doing his best.

“Your relationship with Mick Rory.”

“Wait,” Barry says, “I thought we were talking about the – no-interference zone, I guess? You said you didn’t have an opinion on me and Mick!”

“Mick and I,” Batman says. “And I don’t. But I prefer to keep an eye on things that change.”

“You haven’t even told me how the zone changed!”

“It doesn’t just apply to Central City anymore,” Batman says. “It also applies whenever you and Mr. Rory are – together.”

Barry gapes at him.

“Just thought you should know,” Batman says, and then he’s gone.

“Oh, that,” Mick says.

“Oh, that?!”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it?”

“It’s just a thing.”

“Mick!”

Mick cracks a smile. “Sorry,” he says. Barry smacks him with a pillow; there’s several within easy reach from where they’re snuggling on the couch in the Rogues’ living room. “Couldn’t resist. It is just a thing, though. It's Lenny.”

“Len? I mean, Captain Cold? What about him?”

“Well, way back when, we joined this hero group for a while,” Mick says. “Called the ‘Legends’ –”

“What, really?”

“Yes, really.”

“You guys? As heroes?”

“When I said we all react to finding out about the cycles in different ways, I mean it,” Mick says dryly. “Len seemed to think we needed to try both sides of the villain-hero spectrum to see if it was different. It isn’t, by the way.”

“Okay,” Barry says, mildly disappointed. It would’ve been interesting to go villain for a little bit. Just a tiny little bit. A nice, not-always-on-call villain, who could probably sleep in on the weekends for once instead of having to deal with a brand new crisis of the week…maybe he could arrange a kidnapping instead? Mick would definitely oblige. “What does that have to do with a magical zone of non-interference?”

“Well,” Mick says. “Len ended up doing something stupid.”

“Wow,” Barry says dryly. “Look at me. I’m so surprised. Len? I assume it was extremely dramatic.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Shocker.”

Mick laughs. “Well, anyway, he ended up sort of kind of – getting blown up?”

“He what?”

“Long story. He got better, though –"

Of course he got better.

"- and anyway he ended up in this garden that exists out of space and time, and while he was there, he stole this book - you've seen it, the Book? - and now he has this weird part-time job, sort of, except the guy he stole the book from is sort of mentoring him for a quote, ‘more peaceful transition than my brother’ because apparently there was a whole thing or something, I don't know. So Len gets to spend some of his time here, instead of being stuck in the garden.”

“Okay. So he’s a part-time…bookkeeper?”

Mick cackles. “You hear that, Lenny?” he shouts. “You’re a bookkeeper!”

“You have no idea how literal that is,” Len says, wandering out of the kitchen. He’s got the glowing blue eyes again, and he’s holding the Book – a big, gigantic tome of a book, and there’s a chain going from the spine onto Len’s wrist. “See? I’m keeping the Book. I'm the Book keeper.”

Barry snorts a laugh, somewhat involuntarily. “What do you actually do?”

“Long story,” Len says. “Mick, the pasta –”

“There’s a bowl on the table.”

“You’re the best.”

Len wanders right back out again.

Barry wonders if now is a good time to ask about the glowing eyes.

“They go with the Book,” Mick says.

Barry blinks at him.

“The eyes. They happen whenever the Book’s around. Len thinks it’s cute that you never ask, by the way.”

Barry flushes. “I didn’t want to be rude.”

Mick shifts a little, pulling Barry in closer. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t mind if it’s you. You’re my plus-one.”

Barry pauses. “I am?” he asks hopefully. “Really?”

“I mean. If you wanna be.”

“Yes. I do. Definitely. For sure. I mean, assuming we’re talking about dating.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Then yes. Assuming you want me to…?”

“Yeah, Red. I do.”

“Okay,” Barry says, smiling. “So, that settled, how does Len and the book play into the zone of no-interference?”

“I think the book gives him certain powers?” Mick says. “I’m not entirely sure. But either way, when he tells people to buzz off, they buzz off. And, uh, when I say that I might want a bit of privacy in my, uh, relationships, then…”

Barry starts grinning wider. “Then it starts applying whenever we're together once I made the move to being relationship material?”

“Basically,” Mick says, looking relieved that he doesn’t have to spell it out. “Man, am I glad that we ironed that dating thing out before I had to admit that.”

Barry laughs.

“So,” Batman says. He’s still wearing the cowl, even though it’s an engagement party and supposed to be low-key and clinic-truce rather than heroes and villains, but he has at least condescended to accept a slice of Mick’s delicious homemade cake. “When you say ‘Destiny’, you mean – actual Destiny?”

Len grins and throws an arm over Batman’s shoulders. “Wanna see my Book?”

“…that’s not a proposition.”

“Nah, I’m ace.”

“In that case, yes. I would very much like to see your – ‘Book’.”

“Great,” Len says. “You can come to my garden and take a peep. One of my new siblings is really looking forward to meeting you…”

[thursdays-fallen-angel]

Will you write something for Sam's birthday? I need some Sam love, tfw with some destiel, maybe? (◕‿◕✿)

Pretty much missed his birthday, but that’s fine by me. Happy 34th, Sammy. ^_^

Dean snatches up the plastic grocery bag the instant Cassets it on the counter, anxious to get on with it. God knows he’s wasted enoughtime as it is, so he needs to get his ass in gear if tonight is going to goeven remotely right.

And then he pulls the box out and freezes, seeing theselection his friend made.

“Cas,” he says, fighting to keep his tone even. “Babe. Thisisn’t the kind I told you to get.”

Cas comes nearer, frowning between Dean and the box in hishand. “They didn’t have the kind that you specified. I thought this lookedmore… fun. Don’t you agree?”

Frustration notwithstanding, Dean can’t help but laugh atthat. He raises the box up and waves it in Cas’ face, sparing a brief moment towonder at the fact that this is what his life has come to. “Cas, this isn’tmade for grown men! Just look at it!”

If anything, Cas just frowns harder. “I am looking, Dean,”he says, inflection just screaming classic Ipulled you out of hell, I can toss you back in attitude. “It says it is a premium product. And the mascot looksrather pleased with himself, wouldn’t you say?”

Dean throws his arms up, exasperated. “Of course he does,Cas! He’s supposed to appeal to kids and stay-at-home moms! It’s the goddamnPillsbury Doughboy, he doesn’t actually care what’s in the package!”

“Dean, the product is called Funfetti, I don’t see how thatcan be a bad choice.”

“It’s called Funfetti,for one. Worst name ever.”

“But Dean, it’s fun—”

“And Sam is a thirty-four-year-old man, Cas, for god’ssake—”

“If this has something to do with your aversion to rainbowsand colorful objects—”

“—I do not have anaversion—”

“—you should learn to get past it, because preference ofcolors does not indicate sexuality. And you’re attracted to men anyway—”

“Hey now, don’t—”

“—and being bisexual yet uncomfortable around ‘gay’ thingsis hypocritical, don’t you think?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Dean folds his arms across his chest and resolutely does not pout. Another moment passes, andthen he concedes with a sigh, “We’ll make him the goddamn Funfetti. Are youhappy, your highness?”

Cas beams. “Thank you, Dean.”

Dean waves him off, willing away the blush that threatens torise to his cheeks. “Whatever. But Sammy likes yellow cake, like the weirdo he is—so rainbows or not, this isstill second-rate.” He turns toward the fridge and sets about getting out theingredients he needs for the cake and the frosting he plans on making fromscratch, but then a thought occurs to him, and he slowly turns back around. Henarrows his eyes at Cas—who is looking a bit too pleased with himself—and asks, “Were they even out of yellow? Or did you just want totry the Funfetti?”

Cas, the bastard, just shrugs.

Dean snorts. “You ass.”

That, at least, gets a genuine smile out of Cas, and thelast of the irritated tension Dean is carrying drains away. They both get towork making the cake, Cas following the instructions on the box to the letterand Dean winging it with the frosting.

(Except he’s definitely not winging it, but carefullyfollowing a recipe he found on Pinterest which he takes regular, discreet looksat on his phone when he thinks Cas isn’t looking. He really doesn’t want tohave to explain what the app is or how he found it, because it makes him feelfar too much like a middle-age housewife and the last thing he needs is to beharassed for it.)

All in all, it goes surprisingly well. Cas’ cake battercomes out as it should—albeit still more colorfulthan Dean can pretend to be thrilled about—and goes easily into the cake pan,then easily into the oven after that. Their plan is to have both the cake anddinner ready when Sam gets home from his mid-morning run, which Dean may or maynot have encouraged to be longer than usual and also in the next town over sothat he has time to prepare. Prepare and clean,because that’s also critical.

Cas may be good at following instructions, but that doesn’t meanhe has coordination in the kitchen. There’s flower in both of their hair (whichmay have been put there by messy hands) and across their shirts, and thecounter looks like a bakery bomb went off. Dean is already eyeing the mess warily,feeling it prick at his OCD.

It figures, really, that the plan doesn’t hold. The cakemakes it out of the oven and is transferred onto a tray, but just as Deanstarts coaching Cas on how to properly apply the frosting to the multicoloredcake, Sam barges into the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge.

“Sammy!” Dean yelps, unintentionally hip-checking Cas andnearly sending him to the floor as he rushes to put his body in front of thecake on the counter and hide it from sight. He feels bad, but he’ll apologizelater; Sam can’t see this. There areingredients for dinner on the counter (chickenburgers, a true testament to Dean’s love for his brother) that he didn’treally want seen, but that’s not nearly as incriminating as the Funfetti andleftover flour explosion. He shifts to keep as much of it out of view as he canas his brother opens the fridge and starts digging around.

“What are you doing home so early? I thought you weren’tgonna be back for another hour or so?”

Sam, for his part, is apparently on a mission, because hedoesn’t even look up from his search. “I was, uh, texting Eileen,” he says, hishead still in the fridge. “She didn’t know it was my birthday until I told her,but she invited me over, so I’m heading out. Hey, are there any of my proteinshakes left?”

Dean blinks. “You’re ditching us for Eileen? Today? Dude—I was making you chickenburgers for dinner! You’re going to take one of those nasty-ass protein shakes instead?”

“Oh!” Sam says suddenly, finally extracting himself from thefridge. He holds up a shake in victory, moose-like face split into a grin. “Lastone.” Dean’s jaw drops, but before he can express his disbelief, his brothercontinues, “I’m sure the burgers will be delicious and I’m sorry I’m missingthem, but I’m sure you and Cas will still like them. I gotta be on the road intwenty minutes if I want to make it to Eileen before the sun is down.”

“But why—”

Sam silences him with a look, part bitch-face, part ‘thisshouldn’t be that hard to figure out, Dean’. “No offense, Dean, but the woman I’vebeen actively flirting with invitedme over. Sorry, but I’m taking this.” He retreats as he speaks, backing towardthe kitchen door and raising a hand in farewell. “See you guys in a coupledays. Cake looks great, so enjoy it for me, will you? Leen said she was going tomake me a yellow cake.”

And then he’s gone with nothing more than a final,shit-eating grin, leaving a very confused Dean in his wake.

“Happy birthday, Sam!” Cas calls after the youngerWinchester, but the reverberation of Sam’s closing bedroom door is the onlyanswer he receives. Not that he seems bothered by that; he turns to Dean with afirm look, though his eyes are light with a sort of amusement that no one butDean is likely to recognize. “I’m still eating this cake.”

Dean looks at the mess surrounding them, then at therainbow-colored cake, then buries his face in his hands. “God damnit.”

[actuallymuffet]

In-depth Character Sheet

Credit to Sir Ender at this writing forum.

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TAGGING: everyone. if i had to write all this then so do you, god damnit.

FULL NAME: Muffet MEANING: From the nursery rhyme Little Miss Muffet. NICKNAME: Mumu. MEANING: It’s just the first two letters of her name repeated. AGE: The monster equivalent of mid-20s. BIRTHDAY: TBA ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: TBA GENDER: Female ALLERGIES: None, unless Determination counts SEXUAL PREFERENCE: She’s gay as fuck. All girls all the time. THEME SONG(S): Spider Dance

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: Dark blue, almost black. HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: About down to her shoulders, with two pig tails! I’m not sure what you’d call the style? EYES COLOR: Her eyes are just black. No pupils. Cute-creepy. HEIGHT: 6′5″ (195cm) WEIGHT: Uh... I don’t know. She’s light though. OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Best I can describe it is gothic lolita. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): She’s got a scar across her left shoulder, like where the collarbone is. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): She’s cute enough without it! FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: "What the fuck is that a fucking spider?” SKIN COLOR: Purple/lavender! BODY TYPE/BUILD: Uh, very lean. DEFAULT EXPRESSION: A smile upon her face, her eyes almost unperceptibly scanning in every direction. POSTURE: Standing upright and proper, hands folded in front of her or behind her back. PIERCINGS: None. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: High and very sing-songy, practically everything she says has some sort of lilt to her tone. Also a French accent.

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Gone, as spiders do. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: They’ve never really met! DAD: Eaten by her mom! As spiders do. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: RIP SIBLINGS: Many, but they are also gone. Spiders aren’t very familial. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Not at all. CHILDREN: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A PAST LOVER(S): Someone I retconned bc their mun was a piece of shit who ghosted me. Get fucked honestly. CURRENT LOVER: The one and only Nami! REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: Bright and cheery, always a pleasure to meet a new face. Curious about them, but not wanting to ask too much. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: She can work well with others, but sometimes she can be a bit of a perfectionist if working on something she considers to be “her thing.” LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Those without compassion, or empathy. Cold people. As in like, emotionally cold, not temperature-wise. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): A very laid-back, “do what you want but don’t get hurt” kind of parent but will jump at the need to protect their child if they needed it. Not that she plans on having children.

PERSONALITY ..WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: This tall-ass bug wants to sell you stuff. Her voice might be grating. ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Always trying to offer a positive, “look on the bright side!” attitude, very kind and appreciative. Very curious and will ask you a lot more about yourself. ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Very cold and curt, a lot of sarcastic, bitter remarks both to and about you. Wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you if need be. FAVORITE COLOR: Purple! FAVORITE FOOD: Spider donuts!!! FAVORITE ANIMAL: ... Do spiders count? FAVORITE ELEMENT: Earth. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Green. But like, neon green. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Anything without any sort of taste to it. LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Ant-eater. HOBBIES: Baking (though it’s a profession, now), sewing. Reading! USUAL MOOD: Peppy. DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Drinks wines and ciders on occasion, but never enough to really get drunk. DARK VERSION OF SELF: I don’t know what this means. LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: Same as above. HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: Not very, unless she needs to be or if the other person (assuming she likes them) doesn’t react well to a non-serious attitude. CLASS IN AN RPG: Assassin~ BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Undoubtedly! Her best friend was a ghost. (IN)DEPENDENT: Very independent. VULNERABILITY: She’s insecure about her powers and her strength. She’s not confident she’d win in a close range fight. OPINION ON SWEARING: She would never swear in public (where someone could overhear) but when she’s with close friends, she does swear. Not a lot, but it’s not uncommon either. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Somewhere in the middle ground. MUSIC TYPE: Classical, swing/electroswing. MOVIE TYPE: So-bad-it’s-good, cheesy romance (if watching with Nami), crime/mystery. BOOK TYPE: Any and all. COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: Mid-70s, Fahrenheit. SLEEPING PATTERN: If it weren’t for the fact that businesses mostly needed to operate during the day, she’d sleep most of the day away and wake up in the late afternoon. Then go back to bed very late at night. But since she has to work, she keeps a “normal” sleep pattern. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Very clean, very organized. DESIRED PET: Her pet muffin spider, Muffen, is the best pet she can ask for. As well as every spider she can get her hands on. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Baking. There are always sweets in her house. Spending time with Nami, if she’s free. BIGGEST SECRET: Her insecurities/anxiety. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Formerly Korra. WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: Assuming she can’t choose spider... a ferret. They’re cute! FEARS: Water, abandonment, infamy. COMFORTS: Baked goods, a soft blanket, Nami’s embrace.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: If it’s danger she thinks she can take on from a safe distance, steeled confidence but with caution. If she feels it’s too much danger... fear. Hesitance. Possibly panicking. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Hell no, stay away from me at all times. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: "I- Wh.. I... Are you sure?!” DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Despair, blaming herself. She knows, in Hive City at least, they’ll come back, but it’s still painful to know that she failed them. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Determined to win/figure it out to the best of her ability, but if she’s unable, she shrugs it off and doesn’t worry about it. INJURY: Wave it off, hide the pain, pretend it’s nothing even if it’s a serious injury. She could be dying and insist it was fine, something just went a little bit wrong. At least, when she’s with someone else. If she’s alone, and it’s an injury more serious than, say, accidentally cutting yourself with a knife (like one sustained in a fight) it brings up a whole lotta bad thoughts related to her thinking herself weak and her powers not enough. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE:

HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: Muffet was born in the Underground, as most monsters were, and lived in Hotland (albeit in the cooler areas). That’s where she made her little web home and her little spider friends. With no family and no real desire to make friends (or even really know how to), she took up baking to sell treats to make money instead. Her treats were very popular (in part due to how gosh darn cute the saleswoman was!). She met Napstablook eventually, as she was a big fan of his music. He even made a song for her, and she loved it. Perhaps the friendship was a bit one-sided, as Napstablook isn’t usually the most chipper or social of monsters, but they were definitely friends nevertheless. She at some point heard about the spiders trapped in the Ruins, and it nearly broke her heart—er, SOUL. Determined to help them, she put her baking skills to better use, selling a wider variety of treats than before and using all the money she raised to help fund the spider’s rescue from the ruins. A couple large purchases here and there, and a human passing through from the Ruins too, helped make it a reality. She was able to successfully get the spiders safe passage from the Ruins (and then some!) before being whisked away to Hive City. FIRST APPEARANCE: In Hotland, in a web-filled corridor.

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: Common, spider. SCHOOLING LEVEL: There’s not really any schooling in the Underground, so N/A. FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): If we’re talking typical education subjects, then astronomy. INTERESTED CAREERS: I mean... she’s already a professional pastry chef. EXPERTISE: All things dessert-like and sweet, spider knowledge, and seamstressing. CHEMISTRY: What’s a chemistry MATH: She knows finance and that’s good enough. LANGUAGE: She’s a very eloquent speaker, until she’s put in front of a crowd. GEOGRAPHY: She knows the Underground like the back of her hand, and she knows enough of Hive City memorized to get around quickly and utilize some shortcuts here and there. POLITICS/LAW: She just knows she didn’t like Asgore’s rule, or Asgore himself. COOKING: Baking is one thing, cooking another. She’s a good enough cook to get by, but don’t expect anything fancy. MECHANICS: /shrug BOTANY (FLOWERS): She’s only really familiar with echo flowers, else she just recognizes a handful throughout the city in parks and such. Mostly she just recognizes them as a pretty view, though her favourite are spider lillies. MYTHOLOGY: The only things she knows is Underground legends and myths and such. Mythology isn’t a subject that comes up often between her and her friends. DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): She’s not really an actor, though she’s never tried. She’s great at putting on a saleswoman persona, though is it really a persona if it’s how she acts for half of her waking hours? As for singing, she’s a nice voice, but doesn’t really care to sing. She won’t shatter your eardrums, but she’s just so-so.

READING LEVEL: High. She’s read all of the books in the Snowdin library, and before she opened her bakery, she spent a lot of her free time in Hive City reading random books too. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: She plans ahead one to two weeks at a time. She likes to know when things are going to happen and where she has to be so she isn’t taken by surprise or so that things don’t come up unexpectedly. If plans do change, she can still very easily shift around her schedule to accommodate for it.

ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: She’ll flirt first but if you flirt back she melts inside. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): She actually gets more shy the closer she is to the person she wants romance with. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Very ladylike... until in the comfort of her own home. There, she’s still ladylike, but not so severely. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Slow is nice. PROTECTIVE: "I understand that you’re strong and very capable of protecting yourself. That said, if anyone tries to lay a finger on you I will kill them and kill them again when they come back to life.” ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: She’s very lovey-dovey with her partner a lot of the time. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: She doesn’t usually buy gifts. She likes to make handmade gifts, usually things with memories attached or some other sort of sentimental value. But jewelry is nice, too, to both buy and receive. TYPE OF KISSER: She’s a great kisser. Mind the fangs, she’s venomous. DO THEY WANT KIDS: Nope. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: She’s not sure if she’s ready for that. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: Good decisions! She hopes. She worries they aren’t enough sometimes. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: She tries to be. Romance is new to her, so she might go a little overboard in trying to be the cute romantic partner she thinks Nami wants her to be. HOW ARE THEY IN BED: Up until like, four months ago she’d never done anything sexual at all, but she’s a quick learner, we’ll say. GET JEALOUS EASY: Nah. She knows her partner will still love her, and she trusts her. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: Fuck no? MARRY FOR MONEY: She already has it. Either way, still a solid “Hell no” on that one. FAVORITE SEX POSITION: She’ll tell you when you’re older. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: They go somewhere dark and alone, where they can be themselves and talk and laugh and play as loud as they want with no one telling them when the place closes or to quiet down. They walk for a while, just generally enjoying each other’s presence. Then they go home to relax together, enjoy a meal, and gush over each other. Then they sleep cuddling each other. An all day package. OPINION ON SEX: It’s nice yeah.

[vyshaz]

i’m in ap gov bored af so i guess i’ll continue this garbage, courtesy of @pursuingsunshine

rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

a - age: 17

b - biggest fear: failure i guess. and also auditions

c - current time: 9:17 AM

d - drink you last had: just water

e - every day starts with: wishing i could just do nothing all day everyday

f - favorite song: through heaven’s eyes from the Prince of Egypt

g - ghosts, are they real: maybe, maybe not

h - hometown: Chambersburg, PA

i - in love with: so many people; i’m just thirsty and gay af honestly

j - jealous of: muscular people and people who have their shit together

k - killed someone: justice ain’t gonna dispense itself

l - last time you cried: sometime this week maybe monday

m - middle name: ann

n - number of siblings:  two older brothers

o - one wish: love and affection

p - person you last called/texted: mrs. eyer 

q - questions you’re always asked:  “are you okay?”

r - reasons to smile: playing music

s - song last sang: how lovely is thy dwelling place (god fucking damnit victor)

t - time you woke up: 5:50 am to get ready for a dreadful day at school. yay

u - underwear color: white

v - vacation destination: honestly, i just want to stay home. hersheypark’s a good idea though

w - worst habit: not thinking before speaking

x - x-rays you’ve had: those general teeth xrays at the dentist’s, when my arm was broken, and when my ankle was broken

y - your favorite food: i guess french fries

z - zodiac sign: scorpio

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Do you have any fics where BkDk have the their “first time” together?

Hiya! Here’s a mini-list of fics tagged as “First Time”!

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40 Works.

Before Midnight by DriftingGlass ( E | 211,528 | 28/28 )

Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery.

“Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?”

And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou.

(And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Implied/Referenced Child Abuse | Emotional/Psychological Abuse | Attempted Sexual Assault]

drag me to the deeps of your heart by halcyonwhispers ( E | 5,945 | 1/1 )

Everyone presents on their 17th birthday, and while Katsuki has already (alpha, big fuckin’ shocker), he awaits his boyfriend’s presentation to finally get over the nonexistent (slight) curiosity over Izuku’s new rank.

He can’t be an alpha, not crybaby, overthinking Deku. Anyways, both his parents are betas, and all that genetic and biology shit says Deku’s bound for that road.

(he thinks)

SeriesPart 1 of The (Im)Proper Way to an Alpha-Omega Courtship

[Underage]

Honeymoon High by Butterfree ( T | 115,021 | 18/18 )

“OI, FUCKFACE! If you think you’re just going to waltz into this fancy-ass church with your fake as shit smile and your miserable bitch of a wife while my friend is sitting on the street carrying YOUR BABY, then YOU need to step right down here SO I CAN DETONATE YOUR ASS UNTIL NO ONE CAN RECOGNIZE YOUR LYING FACE, YOU DIPSHIT EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!”

A beat of silence.

And then all hell broke loose.

It started with a ‘SLAP’ resonating from the bride who activated some quirk to maximize the pain that her ex-fiancé felt. A lady near the front fainted, knocking over the table with the wedding cake and a glass swan sculpture. The scattered remains caused the ring bearer to jump up. Her quirk accidentally activated and sent the brides’ maids into the air. A man with half white and half red hair rushed to save the statue, but ended up tripping over a power line which engulfed the room in darkness. It didn’t take long for everyone else in the building to follow.

In the midst of the glory Katsuki felt at the complete chaos, a calloused hand grabbed his sleeve. He was met with wide and curious green eyes. “Excuse me, I’m the groom. Do I know you?”

.

Fuck. He crashed the wrong wedding.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Don’t Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush ( E | 79,363+ | 20/21 )

With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Not-so-useless Deku by reigncloud ( E | 9,778 | 5/5 )

Katsuki just presses even closer, shoving Deku against the wall. “N-no!” Deku flails a bit, uselessly of course, and futilely tries to push Katsuki away. “Kacchan, don’t get so close!”

“Holy fuck, Deku. Is that what you’re trying to hide?” Katsuki has his thigh between Deku’s legs, and he can feel the other boy’s rock hard dick pressing against him. Deku’s hips jerk forward just a bit in response to the pressure of Katsuki’s body. “Shit, you absolute pervert. You fucking like this, don’t you?”

[Underage | Mildly Dubious Consent]

My Youth Is Yours by lalazee ( E | 2,419 | 1/1 )

“I love you.”“Gay.”“Are we really having this conversation while your dick is - oh.”

addendum: immersed by Ramabear (RyMagnatar) ( E | 2,733 | 1/1 )

After the confession on the beach, things do not cool down between Izuku and Katsuki even after they return to Izuku’s home together.

SeriesPart 4 of standing in awe of death

[Underage]

Panic by iknewaman ( E | 22,725 | 1/1 )

Katsuki’s experienced a load of ‘firsts’ in his lifetime, but his most memortable ones include the firsts he shared with Deku.

[Underage]

springtime of youth by claimedbydaryl ( E | 25,592 | 6/6 )

Now, Katsuki was capable of at least acknowledging that Izuku was his friend, but Izuku doesn’t think Katsuki knows that their rekindled relationship would entail things like talking, and almost-dates, and unsaid feelings.

(Or, the five times Izuku knew he would never forget the innocent sweetness of their childhood friendship despite all that had happened, and the one time Katsuki realised he had not forgotten it too).

addendum: connected by Ramabear (RyMagnatar) ( E | 3,699 | 1/1 )

Katsuki fulfills Izuku’s wish to become closer, become connected.

The first time sets the precedence.

SeriesPart 9 of standing in awe of death

[Underage]

Playgrounds and playing fields by Stars1Are1Metaphors ( E | 16,872 | 1/1 )

It starts as a game. Doctor and nurse, they call it. They’re childhood friends and there isn’t anyone they trust more than each other.

But somewhere down the line Bakugou and Midoriya end up in a very… complicated relationship.

[Underage]

[On Hiatus] synthesis by DriftingGlass ( M | 31,325+ | 6/? )

They didn’t know how it happened, or when a concept so fickle and ridiculous blossomed in the garden of doubts, anger, and pain in which they so frequently visited.

Between scarred hands and bloodied knuckles, unspoken thoughts stirred like petals in springtime rain.

Bakugo was not prepared for the undeniable change spurring between them.

Unfortunately, neither was Midoriya.

[Underage]

Storm Stayed by actualdevil ( E | 4,221 | 1/1 )

Inclement weather leads to finding shelter and reluctantly sharing a bed. Also, Kirishima was supposed to be here, damnit.

Took It Like a Champ by InfiniteTeal ( E | 3,238 | 1/1 )

Midoriya takes it like a champ when Bakugou forces him down to give the most miserable and rudest blow job of his life. He’s the one that leaves Bakugou speechless in the end.

[Underage | Dubious Consent]

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature ( E | 10,062 | 1/1 )

Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he’s been hiding it well but there’s one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

[Mildly Dubious Consent Becomes Consensual]

May-December by Disney_Princess_Izuku ( M | 8,291+ | 2/3 )

Midoriya Izuku is quirkless, a single father, and a Beta to boot.

If that’s so, of all the people in the world, just why did Bakugou Katsuki (alpha, a Pro Hero in Training with a great quirk, and eighteen) picked Izuku as the poor recipient for his affections? There were a lot of omegas in Katsuki’s age range that he could pick, so all this attention and attempts on seduction the blond was using on Izuku made zero sense.

He really should have cleared up that childhood crush with Katsuki when he had the chance. Flattered as he was, he really couldn’t accept Katsuki’s… proposals.

Problem was: the interested twitch in Izuku’s pants was telling a different story.

[Age Difference]

Birthday Secrets by DMMegsie ( E | 8,815 | 1/1 )

During their first year, with all the hectic events, birthday celebrations fell to the wayside. However, now in their second year, the class is trying to celebrate everyone’s special date…. except for a certain explosive temper student.

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t really celebrate his birthday through middle school and never told anyone when the date was.

It was only when some of the class realizes that Izuku Midoriya knows, that trouble starts brewing. It also brings the question to mind of: Why does Katsuki hate his birthday in the first place?

SeriesPart 1 of Only Comes Once a Year

[Underage]

Young Blood by Lilith von Beilschmidt (LilithK) ( E | 5,981 | 1/1 )

Bakugou hadn’t gone to class and his mother asks his neighbour, Izuku Midoriya to ask for his due homework. Of course, she doesn’t know about the tense relationship between those two… And neither does Midoriya know about what was Kacchan doing when he came into his room. A little one-shot fanfic, basically a pwp because I wanted them to masturbate each other. That’s it.

[Underage]

Top hero by pixiebob ( E | 2,579 | 1/1 )

He had expected Deku to be sweet and innocent.

Alright, Deku is sweet.

He always smiles at him, he loves to cuddle, and he is just so open with his feelings he can say the cutest things and make Katsuki feel like exploding from embarassement.

But fuck innocent.

Midoriya Izuku is all sloppy kisses, plush lips trailing on neck, breathy laughs, hands under shirt.

I Miss You by kayjscage ( E | 5,618 | 1/1 )

Izuku didn’t think it would be so easy to start repairing a broken friendship, but Katsuki found him very persuasive.

To Mend A Hero by BluKrown ( E | 8,665 | 2/2 )

After being attacked by Shigaraki, Midoriya has been recovering.A week has gone by and Bakugo is obviously concerned about it.

[Underage | Past Rape/Non-Con]

[On Hiatus] When It Isn’t Like It Should Be by gobeyond ( M | 2,461+ | 3/? )

Jesus, what is wrong with this world. How the fuck did Deku end up an alpha and I’m the omega?

Katsuki had always been sure he would present as an alpha and Deku would be an omega. But what happens the results are actually the last thing he was expecting?

[Underage]

you have nothing to hide from me by QueerPinoy ( E | 2,582 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku is ashamed of who he is. Who… they are? Who she is? He’s still not sure but he sure as hell doesn’t want to think about it right now. He pushes his femininity away like it’s a shameful thing, something to stay hidden, keep to himself. Sometimes he slips, lets a gesture through. Once he even painted his nails and kept them on for a whole day – black, an acceptable nail color for a boy going through his teenage angst. But this, the Izuku, he saw looking at himself in the dress he had mail-ordered, is his secret. The dress doesn’t quit him quite right – it drapes where it should be tight, falls too low on his torso, but it’s still precious and he still grins a stilted smile when he looks at himself in the mirror. No one would ever know about this dress. No one would ever know how he felt.

Bakugou Katsuki is the opposite. He could probably be stealth if he wasn’t so bombastic about who he is. He doesn’t even whisper it, doesn’t just tell his friends – he yells it out. “How the fuck am I more of a fuckin’ man than you?” “I’ve got more balls than you without even fucking having any!” He never bothers hiding. He has no shame. Izuku yearns to know what that’s like.

SeriesPart 3 of bakubowl

Belatedly by beebuzz ( E | 4,911 | 1/1 )

“It wasn’t a preposterous question. They’d done Things, plenty of things after years of pining and tension abruptly vanished, but never this.”

The boys fumble through their first time together with a lot of uncertainty and a heavy amount of taunting.

SeriesPart 2 of Steadfast

Hero Pants by zubateatscakes ( T | 1,077 | 1/1 )

Rated T for the first part. Katsuki and Izuku are about to do it for the first time, but then Bakugou notices something that completely turns him off.

True Colors by creatiwriter ( E | 4,051 | 1/1 )

Katsuki Bakugo has never been good at showing his true feelings, but that doesn’t stop Izuku Midoriya from trying.

You Talk Too Much by DastardlyDaisy ( E | 3,215 | 1/1 )

Bakugou and Midoriya have a strange relationship

[Underage]

stranger things by failbender ( M | 945 | 1/1 )

They’ve been dating for two months now, but sometimes it’s still strange.

Prompt fill: “You were never just my friend.”

SeriesPart 1 of prompt drabbles!

It Started With An Apple Slice by illu_nii ( E | 8,184 | 1/1 )

Was it for better or for worse? Usually I could tell. But this time, Kacchan wasn’t giving me any hints. Of course his actions toward me lately have been rather concerning for my friends, but to me it was just how Kacchan was. It was normal…

Right?

Birthday Surprises by DMMegsie ( E | 8,946 | 1/1 )

It has been two months.

School and the end of a term has really kept both Izuku and Katsuki apart with the exception for brief moments here and there in private.With their budding relationship a secret, and Izuku’s birthday on the horizon, it is only natural they’d want to take things further.

This is a sequel to the fic Birthday Secrets.

SeriesPart 2 of Only Comes Once a Year

[Underage]

Chapter 1 of Love in a Week by anonymousCat ( E | 450 | 1 out of 4 )

A series of one shots for katsudek week.

Learning to live by Luciel (Bananenfisch) ( M | 2,890+ | 3/? )

No man was created equal. Midoriya Izuku learned this harsh reality at the age of eight. It was not the diagnosis that he was quirkless, which shook his life.

No, it was not this diagnosis that destroyed his life. It was something much more serious.

or

where All Might is Midoriyas father. All is nice and peachy until Midoriya gets sick and they have to deal with the consequences and then Bakugo fucking Katsuki steps into Izukus life and becomes Izukus own special Hero.

[Major Character Death]

Endeavors of the Mind by Kattfish ( M | 22,027+ | 3/? )

Bakugo and Midoriya both struggle with different aspects of their newfound relationship. Katsuki wants to be more open with his affections for Deku, but is hindered by his intimacy issues. Izuku covets Kacchan’s affection, but is too afraid of being overbearing.BakuDeku-centric with mentions of KiriShido and TodoMomo. Yaoi. M/MLemon flavored chapters.

same ol’ mistakes by dekuberry ( M | 483 | 1/1 )

Izuku felt reborn, under a gaze he has never seen before.

Worth the Embarrassment by Zeekcat101 ( E | 2,771 | 1/1 )

Bakugou wants Midoriya to train NOW! Midoriya doesn’t even get to use the bathroom before he’s being dragged away, which ends up being both a curse and a blessing.

Fuckin’ Cleveland Ohio by QueerPinoy ( E | 2,377+ | 1/? )

Katsuki had a stupid, wonderful idea, and, of course, Deku had to suffer through it too.

consent is sexy by The_Potatoe ( M | 300 | 1/1 )

In which Katsuki and Izuku are very in love, and value communication.

Delicate by maiume( T | 554 | 1/1 )

Izuku waited for it for so long, he couldn’t help being anxious.

All Eyes on You by ibreatheakaashi ( M | 4,254+ | 1/? )

“Bakugou!” Uraraka pulls on him, forcing him to trail behind him. He hangs back, getting a clear look of him. He looked the same, same blonde wild hair, unable to be contained- just like him. His piercing red eyes stared directly at him, they were hardening and unmerciful, just as he remembered.

His sleeveless black and grey plaid jacket, showing of his bare arms.They were still muscled, he suspected it was due to Kirishima well being. Underneath his plain white shirt nearly see through, the jeans he wore couldn’t possibly be anymore tighter, hell they looked good.

—

aspiring ballet dancer Midoriya Izuku dreams of following in his mother’s footsteps, he wants to become the best. when he gets into Julliard, his dreams become true one step at a time. he finds out that his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki, a talented hip-hop violinst is also attending.he believes he changed. but did he really? or is he the same arrogant boy he met 5 years ago? can they work together and rebuild their friendship, and if so than will he fall to him?

Инструкция by Explodocat ( E | 5,422 | 1/1 )

Каччан не так идеален, и в первый раз у него не получается.

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The Shitstain

Laughter burst from a booth, a round table perched on a step-up corner of the smoky club. The music beat the walls and kept others from hearing the conversation, only the laughter.

“Hey Bernie tell us dat uh, story about that fuckin’ kid. Y’know, with the fat guy.”

“Who the fuck said that... Damnit Rico, you always ask me to tell that goddamn story.”

“It’s funny, now tell the story you bitch.”

“Rico, I swear to Christ I’ll choke you, understand?”

More laughter hummed from the men who sat around the table, their faces pink from the alcohol.

The Caucasian wore a thin black tie, his white shirt’s sleeves rolled up. “Bernie tell the story, you can’t leave us hanging.”

Bernie shook his head at Rico who wore a shit-eating grin. “Alright Rico you sum’bitch, I’ll tell the story. You fellas know that, uh, new blood that wanted to get a piece of the action? That pretty boy that walked in looking for a job? Damn, what wassat... November?”

A man who still wore his suit coat grunted, white by all accounts but Italian hair swooped sideways, styled to look careless. “Yeah I know who yous talkin’ ‘bout. Real queerboy. He ran off didn’t he?”

A few others laughed, nodding in agreement.

Another said it, a Cuban. “Dito, Fernando’s cousin. He wasn’t a queer, fuck you.”

Bernie continued. “Yeah, Ditto or whatever the fuck. This guy comes in looking like a, uh shit for brains. Said that Gerswin sent him and hands me some paper trying to look real tough. You guys know what I’m talking about, the way he pushed that fuckin’ jaw of his.”

The others agreed in nods, a series of ‘yups and yeaaahs.’

The Caucasian sniffed. “Got stuck that way from sucking so much dick.” The Caucasian smiled at the Cuban.

The Cuban bust. “Fuck you man, Dito’s my boy’s cousin. He had an underbite, shit’s been like that his whole life.”

The Caucasian huffed with a shrug. “Shit, I didn’t say he sucked your dick, but that’s okay if he did if that’s what got you heated.”

A mix of laughter and ‘oohs’ drifted across the table.

The Cuban shook his head. “Whatever, fuck you white boy and fuck the rest of you. I’m outta here. That shit ain’t funny what happened to him, he was one of us. You guys disrespect him like he didn’t do a job none of you cowards would have done--”

“Ah, fock you.”

“Get the hell out with that shit.”

“No ‘un gives a shit.”

“What a dickhead.”

The Cuban picked up his coat and walked backward for the exit with a bird in the air. “Fuck you pricks!”

“Alright, hey, hey. Fuck ‘em, let me finish. So he’s standing there with that mug of his, just askin’ to get his stupid face slapped. I’m reading this paper, ‘You gotta be shittin’ me.’ Gerswin decided that this idiot was ready for a rack job. I thought it was a joke!”

The Black shook his head. “Jesus, you don’t even have to finish the story. The kid got whacked didn’t he?”

Rico leaned, patting the air. “Shh, let the man finish th’ story, don’t ruin it.”

Bernie sighed. “Yeah, please may I? Hm? So I’m reading this notice and I says, why not? It’s Gerswin’s big idea so I’ll let it be his fuck-up.” Bernie shrugged. “Right? What else could I do? I take him in the back and he’s been told to do it clean for the, uh cleanup boys.” A groan came around the table with stifled laughter from Rico. “I turn to him and I says, ‘Alright, you only got a few options. A no blood order means you got this and that, these and whatnot. What do you think the prick picks up?”

The Italian smiled into his glass about to take a swig. “The piano wire.”

Bernie pointed at the Italian. “The goddamn wire.” He put his hands up in mock-surrender. “I says, sure kid whatever you want, but don’t break those handles when you’re cranking on that bastard’s neck. Quicker ain’t always better.”

The Caucasian reached to plant a hand in the middle of the table. “Hold on, who was he going after?”

Bernie paused his mouth hung open. “Ah, fuck me. Whats ‘is name, fuckin’...”

Rico answered. “The Reigart boys’ father. The motherfucker that keeps fightin’ Gerswin over the copper flippin’. Finally had enough.”

The Caucasian laughed. “Ha, shit! Finally, he’s been a pain in the ass since the beginning. How am I just now hearing about this?”

The Black gave a solemn nod. “He was a fat fuck. Too big for his britches, too big to be breathing anyway.”

Bernie snapped in the air. “Yeah, yeah uh... shit, Jameson! That was it, that’s his name. Anyway, Dickhole picks up his garrote and says he’ll be back and I’m like ‘shit, want some lunch first?’ I mean the guy left right after to take care of this guy at eight in the goddamn morning like he got someone to impress.”

Rico laughed. “Gotta make time to suck all those dicks later.”

The Black man shook his head. “Shut the fuck up with that nasty-ass-gay-shit, joke’s done man, just drop it.”

Rico put a hand up. “Stay cool man, I’m done. It’s a new age so we gotta make sure we’re giving gay-boy his spotlight.”

Bernie grimaced as he rubbed his wrist. “Yeah yeah whatever, so I carry on and I’m talking to the boys when I get a phone call from Gerswin. I’m sayin’ to myself, ‘what fuckin’ else does he want from me?’ I answer the phone and he’s already laughing his ass off, I ain’t never heard him laugh like that before.”

Baldy perked up. “You’ve heard him laugh? I haven’t even seen him smile since he’s been cutting my portions.”

Agreement came in grunts and pointing affirmations.

Bernie stifled his laughter. “Gerswin’s so cut up about this doofus that tried to whack Jameson, he ain’t even mad- ha, shit- the shitstain went straight to his house, right after talking to me, broke in found the guy and went straight to strangling him.”

“You’re shittin’ me.”

“What a focking idiot.”

“Dumbass.”

“He’s so small! He gets thrashed by Jameson, getting thrown around the room. There’s obviously something going on, someone calls the cops, and boom: cops are all over the place.”

Rico put a finger in the air. “I heard dat on the cop scanna’ actually. I was in the area pickin’ up my dry cleanin’.”

“The kid is yanking on the guys’ neck, just going to town but he’s too tense, way too tense and he’s forgetting to breathe while he’s being thrown around by this fatman who don’t wanna die but by the time he does, the fuck-nut passes out right next to him.”

The table let laughing, a few hands slapping the table, making the glasses clink.

“By the time the kid woke up the cops were already cuffin’ him.”

Rico gasped for air, slumped against the wall within their booth.

They sat between intermediate laughter, coming and going, shaking their heads. Hands lifted from the table rubbing eyes from tears welling up from belly laughs.

Baldy choked between his laughter. “Ah shit, fuck. I hope someone took care of that shitstain. Kid could blow our whole operation if he squeals.”

The Caucasian was rubbing his eyes with a hand. “Ah Jesus, that kid would be too embarrassed to even say his own name, much less drop ours.”

The Italian shrugged, his hand dragging another drink across the table. “...Prison dicks.”

The Black’s laughter cut short. “It don’t care how funny you think that story was, kid’s a runt and he’ll talk if he’s as much a fuckin’ coward as he sounds. Someone took care of him.”

Rico sat up still laughing, his head inclined and resting on the back on the booth’s chair, casual and relaxed. “Relax friendo, Cuban ain’t here. I took care of him. He ain’t squealin’ to nobody. Not even to God.”