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kryptsune · 4 years ago

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World Building Wednesday!~ Etherium

🌼 I decided to share one of my AU worlds that is not Fell based. Yes... I know... what is the world coming to? Etherium in essence is my stab at an Outertale based universe though the story and the designs are very different. I really enjoy this one though I don’t talk about it too much. Let’s get started!

Etherium AU

Classification: Outertale Alternate “Nicknames” Info:

Sans: Nova- Nova is the trickster though he is mostly associated with that of Loki. Loki is described specifically as “Playful, malicious ( ok maybe not that one), helpful, and nihilistic.” He helps others in a kind of goofy over the top way. He just doesn’t take much seriously. Nova is one of the youngest. He acts very childish at times coming to question how long he has been among the pantheon. Some argue his many centuries gave him a nihilistic outlook on life or that he is too young to understand the true ways of the world.

Not to say that Nova can’t be serious but he is pretty laid back. It’s one of the reasons unlike the others he doesn’t really keep his cultural ties in his design. He should have more Norse in it but nah… varsity jackets are cozy right? I mean he is wearing star shorts for stars sake. When asked about his job he mentions, “Hey, there kiddo. Nice of ya to drop by. Been up to? Heh well got a “new” job which is pretty cool. Not as cool as Pollux but I help arrange stars. Ya know, like the ones you see in the sky you can make pictures out of? I think you humans call em… constellations. One time I made this giant whoopee cushion one. “Then I lost ma job. Got a second chance though. Andromeda's constantly watchin me. hehe no harm done though.” Both Pollux and Nova refer to each other as brothers but it is unclear if they are biologically related. Their abilities and strengths are nearly opposite and their mythos even more so.

Papyrus: Pollux- The presumed older brother of Nova. Pollux is associated with Egyptology specifically wisdom. Pollux tends to be the opposite of Nova in that he takes his job very seriously. Once on earth he was known as Thoth gracing humanity with a mechanical and architectural knowledge that astounded the world. His mind and intellect put him at the forefront of innovation making him one of Capricorn's best and most trusted advisors.

He enjoys testing the mental prowess of others using puzzles and riddles of his own design. Unlike canon Pap Pollux cares more about balance in life. Something his younger brother seems to lack. Not all work and not all play. He is kind, helpful, and willing to give advice to anyone that is looking for it. To the little human Frisk he is a good mentor and teacher. (Pollux has made it his pastime to create a series of challenges to prove a humans worth. If they pass then they are able to speak/ see them. No one has managed to prove themselves.)

(more characters and info below the cut)

Undyne: Andromeda- Andromeda is not different from canon Undyne as she embodies the Mayan mythology. She is mostly closely associated with the feathered serpent Quetzalcóatl. A deity of wind and rain. Also known as the life giver. Though Andromeda tends to harken back to her more aggressive roots she has a deep respect for the King and acts as his guard. Just like Pollux she too acts as an advisor, though more on matters of security than strategy or mechanics. Such a position is where she first met Elara and to this day the two are inseparable sharing their very different cultures. Her favorite kind of anime to watch are mech based.

Alphys: Elara- Very similar to canon Alphys just as this version of Undyne is. Alphys is based off of Sukuna-Biko-Na (少名毘古那) or the shinto god of medicine and rain. Elara is still very much a scientist and one that has a unique fascination with living things. Everything from the planets, to humans, animals, and plant life. She particularly enjoys spending time in her private greenhouse creating and taking care of all of the plant life. Before the monsters were forced to leave their place among the humans she was able to collect all the DNA of the plants and animals on the planet.

They are stored in a kind of ark in which to preserve them if anything threatens their existence. Elara is very traditional in her work as her medicines are derived from her magic as well as herbal substances. She is very curious however as she is not allowed to interact with the progress of humanity but rather watches from afar. This is where her love of anime takes hold. Her favorites are ones like Sailor Moon or any type of magical girl anime. She will sit with Andromeda and watch them for hours. Her demeanor is very shy at first but once she opens up she will be a friend for life.

Asgore: Capricorn- The head of the cosmic pantheon he is the King as he is in the original. He is associated with Celtic mythos though he has taken on many pantheon roles in his lifetime. Ambisagrus, a god of thunder and lightning, Ancestor God, Sky God, God of Wind, Rain & Hail is what he is based off of. One such role is that of Zeus who’s main symbol is that of lightning and thunder. Just like the Zeus of mythology Capricorn is constantly debating his involvement with humanity.

Whether that be to stop their technological advances or aiding in their lives. A large portion of his time was spent with his subjects not so much his wife Aurora who is the jealous type. Capricorn is not a ruthless leader but he does know that sometimes hard decisions must be made. Just like UT Asgore he is kind and benevolent, however, he has a temper if you make him angry enough. His magical abilities lean more toward lighting then fire but he has that ability as well. He tasked Elara to watch over human development should a problem arise.

Toriel: Aurora- The Queen to Capricorn she is known to be easily jealous. It would explain why Zeus wife Hera also shares these traits. Her Gaelic deity tie is that of Arianrhod a goddess of the moon and stars. She creates life from the stars she creates sometimes causing them to take a form of their own. They are almost like living constellations. Some say that the Queen made such life to combat her own loneliness which her Son and Husband spent time away. In addition to the stars she is also known for being a loving mother and caregiver. In her time on earth she used to watch over and protect children and their families. Aurora though previously jealous of her simple in the universe has come to accept and embrace it. She is kind but rather over protective. Anyone that forsakes life will feel her wrath.

Muffet: Umbra- Umbra is associated with Hindu mythology as a goddess of wealth and prosperity. Though earthly riches do not concern Umbra she still has a taste for the fine silks and gold that she once had on earth. A little about the goddess that she represents: Lakshmi's name comes from the Sanskrit word laksya, meaning an aim or goal. She is the goddess of wealth and prosperity, both material and spiritual. Unlike UT Muffet, Umbra also focuses on a spiritual wealth. A peace of mind.

She is ever the optimist even when things do not turn out to go her way. In times of need she is called those in the struggles of self worth trying to bring them into a different understanding. There have been many a time when Umbra calms Capricorns quick and rash judgements, much to Auroras displeasure. Just as with the rest of the pantheon she is kind and helpful even with her yearning to return to the people she so loved before they were forced to the outskirts of the galaxy.

Grillby: Helio- Helio derived from sun is my OT Grillby. He out of all the characters could care less about either being a deity or an observer. He is known to be at a middle ground. He would rather live his days running a social establishment but during his time on earth he was known for his magic. Originally he was the right hand of Capricorn being depicted as a war deity for his fiery nature. He was the general of grand armies. His armor is something he hung up long ago but if called into court he will wear it once again. It’s design is very reminiscent of Roman centurions.

Though depictions of him are curious since his name back then was referred to as Merlin. He was best known for him magic and alchemy and the concoctions he made during a period of time far lacking in imagination. Just like Nova, Helio, tended to interfere far too often in the affairs of man though noble in purpose. He tends to be outcast among the pantheon for his past conduct but he is content in his lab mixing crazy concoctions. Everything from love potions to disguises. His forte is all about alchemy and magic.

Asriel: Azicree (Azi)- Azicree or Azi for short is the Crown Prince. By monster standards Azi is still very young, however, he has lived for far longer than any human can fathom. His mother used to shelter him until he begged for his father to let him prove himself. He still acts like a child always curious and desiring some form of exploration. Much to Capricorns dismay Azi enjoys spending time with Nova and the two become pranksters in general. He tends to not do as he is told, which is why they are in this mess in the first place. His reckless behavior had him appearing to a human that begged for his salvation.

The matters of life and death are ones that are not to be messed with. Those that do find their souls being tainted for all eternity turning them into something other than just a monster. 9X is an example of such tampering. Azi does learn his lesson and begins to try and shape up to be a worthy successor to his father if such a thing ever did come to pass. He studies off of all those he knows especially Pollux who is more than happy to share such knowledge. His associations are non existent since he was born after the times of gods. His abilities seem to be mimic based.

He is able to learn about abilities and use them at will. It is rare that monsters have children and as such Azi is the little prodigy child even though there are many times he just wants to be a kid. He makes friends with Frisk very quickly and learn a lot from the human visitor.

Gaster: Nero is the Gaster of this universe. He is Capricorns pantheon counterpart. In essence the Hades to his Zeus. He is the monster that everyone thinks about when darkness takes hold. He is the one that associates with apocalyptic events such as ragnarok. He is however not evil by any stretch of the imagination. He would be better suited to be called a god of chaos. He tends to reject the laws placed upon the rest of the pantheon regardless of repercussions.

It’s speculated that both Pollux and Nova were a part of him and crafted into the monsters that are known today. Nova being his more devious side which Pollux is more his intellect and drive. He has been locked away for a very long time in a prison aptly named Tarturus. His abilities are space and time oriented very similar to Nova which makes him difficult to imprison. He of course has been in his cell for quite some time and it is unclear if he actually has had a change of heart or using it as a manipulation tactic.

The only one he speaks with on occasion is Azi wanting to learn more about this planet they all used to call home. It is information that the others tend to not speak of. His father more so as he is afraid it will instill a yearning in his son. Nero’s genius is on par with his godly abilities such as creating artificial intelligence. Something that is not considered life. He uses Azi as a template for this new program...

FLOWEY:

F- Friendly

L- Life-like

O- Operating system

W- With

E- Earthbound

Y- Yearning

F.L.O.W.E.Y was created by 9x and Nova with Azi as a template. He is a charismatic AI who was originally created as a helper as well as to teach the Prince about their planet of origin. Unfortunately Flowey does not have the same reservations about disobeying his father as Azi does. Even going so far as to integrate with key and vital systems in The Capital. He even manages to intercept a human vessel that he finds exploring. Flowey is not evil he just is driven to be the best help he can without regards to any type of consequences. He helps Frisk meet and learn more about their existence. He acts as a companion.

However when Frisk becomes friends with Azi Flowey's AI goes haywire. He begins to feel emotions he is not technically allowed to such as jealousy. This causes him to try and eliminate those threatening him which in this case would be all the monsters. Eventually Azi attempts to program himself into the interface changing it’s initial programming.

Blookie: Nebula

Riverperson: Omni

Gerson: Quasar

The Ursas: Ursa Major/Minor

Greater Dog/ Lesser Dog: Canis Major/Minor

MTT: Gigabit

Character Origin/Mythos:

Sans- Norse (Trickster) Papyrus- Egyptian Undyne- Mayan Alphys- Japanese (shinto) Asgore- Celtic Toriel- Celtic Muffet- Hindu Grillby- Medieval (Merlin) Asriel- Celtic through lineage Gaster- Greek/Roman Blookie- Western Guard dogs- Constellations (Native American) Riverperson- Greek (Charon) Gerson- Chinese (Divination/ wisdom)

Background and Context:

A long time ago there lived beings of great power. They could bend space and time with a simple thought and bring life to their creations. These were the gods. Ones of great benevolence but also great and terrifying power. Humanity, a primitive race just starting to understand life itself, became their focus. At first their interaction was very rare only occasionally appearing to help but as time went on those interactions became more drastic. Their assistance and knowledge was seen as godlike to this humans.

They would bring gifts and offerings to their new deities in hopes that they would look favorably upon them. That they would impart their wisdom and magic if they were pleased. In time this became more and more tradition. A religion built upon pleasing these deities so that their lives would be far improved but this became a conundrum for the beings. Some remained benevolent and helpful while others becomes greedy and wrathful. The power began to go to their minds corrupting their souls. These instances were written down in variation by the humans making up grandiose stories of fiery chariots and jealous gods. Thus mythology came into being for humanity. A way to explain the things in which they did not understand.

As with each religion and deity the monsters each became associated with a specific culture or mythos. Some being pinnacles of their pantheon and others being lesser deities molded to suit a specific task. These monsters rarely interacted with ones of their own kind but as power shifted some of them took on roles of others. One monster could have been the god of war in Greek mythos but end up also as the god of thunder in Norse. There were no limitations to their influence. One such “deity” was that of the trickster. A monster that tended to be rather childish in his ambitions jumping from pantheon to pantheon looking to lighten up his other “deities” stern demeanors.

The monsters began to pull away leaving their presences in name only and occasional help but this was short lived. It caused problems, war, destruction, and feuding powers sadly began to use their civilizations as almost pawns. Their meddling almost destroyed that which they wanted to originally protect. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. The “gods” faded from existence only being remembered in myths and legends. The great prophecy of the Norse. The architectural marvels of the Egyptians. Now they reside in the furthest reaches of the galaxy. They spread out among the stars but a group of them resided in a Capital of sorts. A station at the edge of the Universe. One which no human could ever reach.

The Humans Impressions:

When the monsters left the humans to their own devices they worship continued long after. Eventually the magic and the miracles that had once been performed faded into history. The monsters were all but forgotten unless mentioned in mythology or scary stories. The humans never harbored any animosity toward them since they no longer believed in their existence in any form. They only understand what their ancestors depicted them as. The monsters as well don’t really have anything against humans either. All in all, they just go about their jobs and enjoy the universe, helping from time to time discreetly if need be but never showing their faces.

Main Plot Synop:

The plot to Outertale is very simple as it is more based around the world than it is the actual plot. It is very similar to that of the regular UT timeline with some notable differences. Once the humans reach an age of technological advancement they begin to spread out and search the stars. Some of them encounter monsters which they mistake for aliens (hilarious enough. I mean Jerry looks like an alien.) They begin to build colonies living more and more outside the reach of their own galaxy. Humans however tend to turn on their own creating factions within the space colonies. Some more prosperous than others.

Frisk’s colony was one such beast being cut off from the other colonies as a drifter. Unfortunately Frisk’s family was nearly non existent and being stuck on a space colony was little to be desired. After seeing a streak of fire slamming into the outskirts of the colony. Frisk decides to investigate. They have always been the curious type disobeying orders and questioning everything. The colonies outer and more dangerous regions became their playground finding old pieces of technology. Eventually they stumble upon a crashed ship. One that It seems to damaged to be used but it’s nothing like they have ever seen before. Everyone else on the colony consider it to be cursed.

The strange runic language is confusing but Frisk finds that there is one lone computer onboard that seems to still function. It flickers with a bright yellow light showing an almost pixelated Flower with a =) face on the screen. Over the next few days Frisk returns to decipher the runes with the help of their new friend which they find out is called Flowey. It is a project that the curious human enjoys and for once it is nice to have a friend. Eventually the runes are deciphered claiming some sort teleportation capability. Once Frisk is close enough the system fires up on its own sending the human straight to the monster Capital on the farthest reaches of the universe. A place that no human has ever been.

The rest of the story is an exploration of this new environment. Frisk befriends the monsters who don’t attack first. They actually mostly want to engage with the human showing off their ability a little bit. A part of them misses the previous worship. Nova seems to take a particular interest in this new human especially when they befriend Azi. They work to help shut Flowey down only for Azi to impart his knowledge on the interface helping it understand. Frisk has nothing to return to so they stay with the monster and become Azi’s human tutor so that one day maybe the monsters can return and live side by side the humans once again. Both Azi and Frisk are almost like siblings coined the star children.

#undertale #sans #outertale #Etherium AU #undertale au #kits multiverse #friskys multiverse #concepts #my au #pollux #nova #mythology #WBW #Worldbuilding Wednesday AU edition #fun fun

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kakusu-shipping · 3 years ago

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Hiya! In your BNHA "cannon" timeline how did you, Atsuhiro Sako and Jin Bubaigawara met? How did you end up adopting Himiko, Tomura, Suichi, Dabi? I've notice that you have a lot of BNHA fos, do you have different bnha si or is it all the same one? if so can you tell me a bit about them?

Eh heh... Yeah My Hero Academia was a WEIRD special interest I fell into. I ended up with 4 canon self-inserts and 3 self-insert based AUs by the time my brain was finally ready to let the series go. Though I’ve kept in touch with the manga somewhat.

I do have a post with all 4 S/Is, but it isn’t very detailed for the Villain one, and while I do also have an OC version, the story and personality of the two are heavily split, so I’ll go in more detail about the S/I under the cut.

We’ll start with some basic info:

Name: Emile Sasaki

Quirk: Hinde-Sight - Allows the user to see into the past of anyone he makes direct skin to skin contact with for as long as he maintains that contact. However, he sees and hears everything in reverse

Age: 38-40

Self Shipped with: AFO (Previously), Atsuhiro Sako + Jin Bubaigawara (polyam)

The older twin brother of Mirai Sasaki, also known as Sir Nighteye, Emile failed out of the hero course he and his brother signed onto together and was unable to recover, failing to follow his and his brother’s dream to follow after All Might.

He was never bitter about it, and ended up finding footing as a Salesman, using his quirk illegally to find ways in with his clients, typically scamming anyone he could quite literally get his hands on.

This eventually lead to him meeting All for One, in his prime back then, yet turned a thumb by All Might, he found the Salesman’s quick so very useful, and allowed the man to shake his hand, and see the past surveillance AFO had done on him. Emile is sly, and immediately get to bargaining, talking his way from this situation.

The ended on a deal. AFO recently got in his possession a successor. But a successor needs raising, something AFO himself has so little time for. So Emile offered up himself for the position, and whatever else AFO may need a backwards quirk for. Wouldn’t it be so much easier to take the person, not just the quirk? Keep your hands clean.

He began working part-time for AFO, living in his manor, keeping young Tenko calm though panic attacks and caring for him, while also discovering helpful quirks, and building a list of potential targets from UA and other hero schools.

He was the one to suggest Aizawa’s Erasure quirk for Tomura’s caretaker. He was the one to take Shirakumo. He was the one to train Kurogiri to be a caretaker. He was the one putting pressure and keeping tabs on the UA spy.

Around this time he left his real world job as a salesman, conversations with his brother grew few and far between, with Sasaki working overtime to keep up with All Might, and Emile doing all in his power to keep his brother from finding out he’d fallen to villainy. Based on the distance they could both tell they were keeping secrets from one another, but there was no way to address it.

For a large portion of the anime’s canon lines, Emile is unknown. He’d stopped being so close to Tomura when they moved to the bar, staying in AFO’s manor until the boss’s capture.

After My Villain Academia, the League sets up shop for a bit of break at the mostly abandoned mansion, and this is where the majority of the League first meet Tomura Shigaraki’s overbearing dad.

He may be a villain but he is also doting as all hell. Immediately excited to see Tomura and finally meet his friends, being loud, bombastic, shaking hands, giving hugs, and of course, acquiring background information on each of them though his quirk.

Well other than Compress.

He makes the house as suitable to them as he can. Everyone has their own rooms, he shows them where the bath is, makes dinner, does laundry, uses AFO’s funds as he pleases to treat them as he can, and so on.

He very naturally becomes League dad during this down time that, as far as I’m concerned, lasts a few months as they recover and plan. Mostly just for brain space usage and soft domestic moments the manga doesn’t actually have room for.

It’s all about patients. He’s quiet and still with Dabi and never asks too many questions, but is always there. He encourages Himiko to be loud, to run and jump and play and love to her heart’s content. He shows his trust to Suichi’s abilities, asking him to help around with chores and always thanking him. He cares for Tomura, careful with his allergies, skin issues, any bit of help he can pile on he does.

Flirting simply comes naturally to Compress, and the fact that Emile couldn’t get anything from the man, not even his real name, was intriguing. So he played along with little flirts, random dances, teasing. He found it fun to be romanced in such a traditional way.

Jin, on the other hand, fell fast and fell hard. He loves so strongly and it’s impossible to keep his feelings secret, so of course he just sort of blurted them out one day while helping Emile with the laundry, and he was more than happy to recuperate those feelings.

And that’s about it. Other than manga spoiler details, and prediction concepts I’ve had for how I hope the story ends and what role I’d play in that, mostly just a hurt-comfort ending.

#Emile's Arts #Self insert #self ship #Thankyou very much for asking and (hopefully) reading #Sorry this post is so long my MHA S/Is are probably come of my most detailed #And I love talking about them!#This is my It's my turn to be League Dad self insert #Even with minor mention of Kurogiri/Shirakumo please know he means so much to me #And I HAD to make this S/I just to make his tale a bit sadder #The Shirakumo arc of this SI is a mess because of headcanon and thought reasons #Also when Nighteye DIES?? Minor angst #Mostly meeting All Might and Mirio centered #Using his quirk to see Sasaki's final moments #Staying in touch with Mirio and treating him like a Nephew in place of Sasaki being a father to him #Also YES this S/I is freakshly strong and can hold the entire league at once #They are my children I am their dad though Dabi doesn't want to call me that and I understand #Himiko and Tomura do tho and Suichi does sometimes #This S/I is mostly about the League all piled into one massive bed #The League all playing games together #The League boys all piled into Tomura's oat milk bath making a ruckus #Quiet moments through the door with Dabi #Tenderly wrapping Himiko's wrists after she bit herself in her sleep #Holding and hugging Suichi and telling him he's doing such a great job #Kissing Jin right in the center of his forehead and softly telling him to breath as he grips onto the front of my shirt #It's about the domestic build up and the soft quiet moments between the mess #That's it. That's all this S/I is.

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hargrieve · 4 years ago

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hargrieve’s fics recs — april

this is a few days late, because I got caught up in real life! IN PERSON!! what a privilege!!! I read a little less fic in april too for the same reason, but I still recommend the following titles with my whole chest. I am a rarepair enthusiast, but there’s a sakuatsu and another sunaosa fic down below. happy reading :)))

FANDOMS: HAIKYUU!!

gorgeous short(ish) one-shots:

no more keeping score, now i just keep you warm by comfortcharacters @/comfrtcharacter on twitter

atsumu/hinata, past kagehina; rated T+; 3k words; 1/1

hinata and his relationships with his two setters, pre- and post-timeskip

I loved this story because it featured romantic atsuhina without diminishing the valid and important relationship between hinata and kageyama

unwalked by limeprint @/kuroy4ku on twitter

konoha/washio; rated Gen, 1.3k words; 1/1

konoha akinori introspection, between high school and timeskip

they/them konoha [feral yelling] also lots of cameos from the other teams

konoha thinking about volleyball, goals, sticking to things, and washio

heartwrenching writing; I love this author

Foresight by sifuhotman @/ginjimahitoshi on twitter

akagi/ginjima; rated T+; 15k words; 1/1

established akagin, part of subtle inarizaki things college au series

akagi is about to graduate and doesn’t know what he’s doing with his life. (this is ship-focused and not that short, but I’m categorizing it here bc a significant portion of it was focused solely on akagi’s struggles)

this hit HOME for me because I, like akagi, am about to graduate university and I do NOT know what I am doing with my life somebody help me

seriously if you are about to graduate or are at a similar transition stage in your life, even if you do not care/know akagin, I highly recommend this fic because I think it helped me a lot to process the changes in my own life

longer ship-focused fic:

kiss me more by yuzubalm @/yuzubalm on twitter

sunaosa; rated M; 15k words; 1/1

suna and osamu timeskip friends with benefits AND feelings, but of course they don’t talk about their feelings

author’s descriptions are SO INCREDIBLY TENDER they really k-worded me

very much recommend this if you are feeling pandemic loneliness and want to project into ~love~

running from lions by caandlelit @/caandlelit on twitter

konoha/sarukui; rated T+; 8k words; 1/1

sarukui is head over heels in love with konoha. he’s trying to say something, he really is

author does both sarukui and konoha justice. sarukui is Down Bad, but author maintains his sense of humor and, in a meta sense, the fact that he is a side character in haikyuu. a sweet high school get-together about a compelling little dude whom I love

I think this is my favorite fic from this list

clown fic:

Flushed by suzzzan @/tossysauce on twitter

akagi/ginjima; rated T+; 2.6k words; 1/1

here’s the summary: “So. Gin’s abs were going to ruin Akagi’s life. // Fuck.”

and here are two of the tags: “akagi has a gay crisis” and “gin has a hot bod”

take from those what you will

i laughed out loud like five times. A+ clowning of inarizaki volleyball club, esp akagi and atsumu

WHAT IN CARNATION by precious_red @/actuallyatsumu on twitter

sakuatsu; rated M; 11k words; 1/1

hanahaki/flower disease au, but make it clown. atsumu catches feelings and hanahaki disease for his fwb sakusa but refuses to say anything. 10+ thousand words of atsumu trying to sort it out like a dumbass

this is the first line: “Atsumu starts coughing up flowers while Kiyoomi’s dick is down his throat.”

CLOWN O’CLOCK atsumu how can you be so stupid

lots of puns and bad jokes. I laughed a lot reading this

recs I received in my inbox: (I have not personally read all of these)

Fidelity series by 5yenwish (iamacamera)

tsukkiyama; rated E and T; 15k words; 2 out of 2 in series

summary: “In their twenties, after years together, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi's personalities begin to clash.”

guiding stars by daedalust

hirugami/hoshiumi; rated T+; 102k words; 19/19

same author as the hiruhoshi fic I put on the list last month!

Pokemon Stars by Sleepy_Dormouse

tsukkiyama; rated T+; 389k words; 110/150

from the recommender: “It’s a tsukkiyama fic that’s still ongoing (consistent updates, not abandoned) and it’s my personal favourite Haikyuu fic.

tag by rasmirato @triforce-of-weird

tsukkiyama; rated M; 25k words; 7/?

from the recommender: “I love not-so-secret mutual pining for this pair, so the fic basically details the ways their relationship evolves, sparked by some flirtatious late night texting heh”

after last month’s post, it appears that there are, in fact, a few people who look at these recs! (tagging @ravenclawboys here <3) please feel free to send recommendations :)

my twitter (where I am more active)

past fic recs

send me a rec!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#atsuhina #kagehina #tsukkiyama #sakuatsu #sunaosa #hiruhoshi #akagin #washikono #sarukono #konoha akinori #haikyuu fic recs #haikyuu!! fic recs #hargrieve's fic recs #mine

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chrissyutimagines · 4 years ago

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Can I please request a soulmate AU drabble with HT Papyrus for the “You have a birth mark that represents your soulmate and aches when you're close to them, the pain stops when you touch them” AU? I think that one is neat!

Ok, some things about this. This'll not just be a meet cute, it's gonna be a search for the meaning of their mark. Settings and POVs are still the same. And I'm going to assume that the gender is female, just to make my life easier.

You stare at your birthmark, then turned to your beloved boyfriend. Grinning happily, you showed him your arm with your mark tattooed on it.

"Do you remember how we met, Sweets?" He smiles at you, leaning down to peck your lips.

"Of Course, Pumpkin. You Were The Cutest, Sweetest One Of The Crowd." You felt your face heat up.

"Sweets..."

"Oh Silly Me, I Forgot. You Were Also The Loveliest Woman I Have Ever Laid Eyes On."

"Darling please..."

"No, You Deserve To Be Complemented. You're Amazing." You were speechless.

"Nyeh Heh Heh." He was laughing. At you.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Pumpkin. You Just Look So Cute, Just Like When We Met." Oh. Right. That.

You were speechless as well when you first met your sweet, sweet boyfriend.

It was a fine day. The skies were blue and the winds softly caressed your cheeks. It was the perfect time for a nice cup of tea at the scenic Cafe.

You ordered your tea and sat at a outdoor table, relaxing beneath the shade of the umbrella. Then suddenly your birthmark starts to ache.

Startled, you grip your arm with the birthmark and frantically scanned the crowd to see if you can spot a person with the same problem that you have.

Then you spot him.

A tall skeleton, wearing braces and leg supports, holding his hand in obvious pain.

He spots you, and your eyes meet. You stared at each other for a while, forgetting the pain in your arm.

You were rudely reminded though, as he came closer, and gripped your arm tighter. You winced and closed your eyes trying to ignore the pain.

Then, a skeletal hand touches you, and the pain disappeared.

You open your eyes and saw... A t-shirt in your face... You looked up, craning your neck, and you saw the face of your soulmate.

He looked down at you. He's a skeleton, wearing casual clothes. You faintly remembered that Monsters had recently emerged from Mt. Ebott. But that wasn't your first thought, your first thought was, he's so... Large... And his face... His demeanor... It reminds you of a giant bear, a giant Teddy Bear.

"You're So Small." You suddenly feel offended.

"Hey! That's only because you're so large!" He chuckles.

"I Don't Mean To Offend You. Being Small Isn't A Bad Thing, Just Makes You That Much Cuter." You feel your face burn at those words.

"You're the one who's cute, you giant teddy bear." He blushes orange.

"Teddy Bear? Am I Not Scary To You?" You raised an eyebrow.

"No? Should I?" He frantically waves his hands.

"No, No, It's Better To Not Be Afraid."

You both fell silent after that.

"So, do... You want to join me in enjoying the beautiful weather?"

"I'm Afraid I'm A Little Bit Busy. I Need To Get Groceries."

"No worries, I'll go ask the waiter to put my drink in a take out cup. And we can go together."

"Sure."

And that's how you met Sweets, your sweet boyfriend. You had gotten his number on that very day and gotten together a while after then.

"You Really Were Adorable. Calling Me A Giant Teddy Bear." He smirked.

"It's the truth." You peck his teeth, being careful with the jagged parts.

But, something still bugs you to this day...

"Sweets, baby?"

"Yes?"

"What do our marks mean?" He freezes.

"I, I Don't Know..."

You both stare at each other. And burst into a fit of giggles.

"We-we've been together for, so long-"

"-And We, Never Knew The Meaning Behind Our Marks!"

Your giggles slowly die down, and you sigh.

"We should go search it."

"Yes. We Should."

"Together?" You look at him.

"Of Course."

He stood up and swiftly picked you up. You squeal.

"Sweets! Your legs, baby! Put me down!"

"Oh Please, It's Not Like I Couldn't Lift A Bunch Of Grapes."

"I'm not a bunch of grapes!"

"Same Thing, Pumpkin." You blush, covering your face with your hands, you let him carry you to his bedroom.

He plopped down on the chair in front of his desk and adjusts you to sit comfortably in his lap. Then he opened up the laptop.

"Let's See, We'll Start With My Mark. I've Got A Swan With A Strange Looking Cross In It." He said as he looked at his hand.

"Let's start with the swan. Swan...meaning... There! Spirit animal?" You look at the screen curiously.

"It Says Here That The Swan Spirit Animal Means Purity, Grace, Beauty, Love, Elegance, Divination, and Balance."

"It says here that it also means inner beauty, grace in dealing with others, union, loyalty, and peace..."

You look at Sweets with a questioning look.

"It's Not Wrong. You Really Are All That. And I Love You Because Of That."

He leans down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. You giggle.

"Ok, ok, let's search the cross. Cross...tattoo...meaning..."

"Christianity? That Doesn't Seem Right."

"Wait, wait, look! There's a Celtic meaning here!"

"You're Right. It's Says That It Means Balance, Faith, Hope, And Wisdom."

"I- Am I like that? Is it wrong? Should we-"

"No. It's Exactly What I Think You Are." You turn to face Sweets, his pupils have become the most adorable little hearts. You flush at the sight.

"R-really?"

"Why Would I Lie To You My Love? You Helped Me Balance My Life, And You Gave Me Hope... Every Meaning Of My Mark Is Perfect For You."

Your heart swells at his sweet words and you hug him tightly, pressing kisses all over his skull.

"Oh, you sweet, sweet skeleton! My favorite teddy bear!" You continue to kiss his skull until he gently pushes you away.

"Come On, Pumpkin. We Still Need To Search Up What Yours Meant!" You pout.

"Alright, fine. But I'm gonna smother you with kisses afterwards." He laughs.

"Alright, That's Fair." You turn around and reached for the keyboard, but was stopped by Sweets.

"Ah, Ah, Ah. You Helped Me Search, So Now I'll Help You Search." You huff and pout but still complied.

"Well, my mark has a turtle with a maze-like design as the shell."

"Ok! Turtle...Meaning... Done!"

"Long life? That seems a bit off as well..."

"Perhaps It's Another Spirit Animal Like Mine!"

"Oh yeah! There! It means the ability to stay grounded, slowing down, pacing yourself, determination, persistence, emotional strength and understanding, and ancient wisdom."

"Well, I Can Understand Slowing Down And Pacing Myself, But I Don't Know About The Rest..."

From his tone alone, you can tell he's doubting himself. If only he could see things from your eyes... Well, that's why you're here, to remind him of the monster he truly is. You turn to face your, sad-looking boyfriend.

"I think it's the perfect description of you."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. You've left the underground with your sanity, haven't you? You've 'stayed grounded' and had 'the emotional strength' to make that happen. You've grown, you can 'understand' people's 'emotions' when they see you and get scared. But you didn't just give up, you stayed 'determined' and 'persistent', and in the end, you got your happy ending and your happy beginning to a beautiful future. And having been though all that, you gained 'wisdom' that only a handful of people could understand. The turtle spirit describes you perfectly."

His eyesockets watered and he embraced you tightly.

"Thank You... Thank You..."

He pulls away only to pepper your face with kisses, being careful of his jagged teeth, and his hands slid up to pet and caress your hair lovingly. You giggle and attempted to pull away after a small while.

"Come on, Sweets. Love, we haven't finished searching, there's still the- mmf! Hah! Maze part!" He cut you off in the middle with a sudden kiss, but you managed to pull away and finish your sentence.

"Alright, Pumpkin. Let's See... Maze...Tattoo...Meaning... There!" You turn to look at the screen.

"Search of self? That seems not quite right... Wait. Add the word 'Celtic' in! Maybe, this is the same as the cross!"

"That Seems Like A Good Idea! There. It Means Clarity, Searching, Light, And Being Lost Then Found."

"Oh! That makes much more sense! It's perfect for you." You turn to face him again.

"Do You Think So?"

"I know so. You are a bright light in my life. You've been though that treacherous time in the underground, 'lost' yourself, then came out, 'finding' yourself once again... All of those words, they fit you perfectly." His eyesockets watered again. And he immediately pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss.

When he pulled away, you both gazed lovingly at each other. Sweets spoke up first.

"Let's Continue This On A More, Comfortable Place."

"Bed?"

"Bed."

He adjusted your position on him and picked you up again. You squealed happily as he carried you to the bed, stealing kisses every few seconds.

When he finally plopped you down on the bed and crawled over to you, you grabbed his skull and pulled him into another passionate kiss. He falls on top of you, having not expected that. But he quickly recovered, and rolled you both on your sides so he doesn't crush you.

You both were lost in both your affection for each other. You may have forgotten to check the time, and might have lost a lot of time in the process. But, there's nowhere you'd rather be.

There. Done. That marks the end of my trip, and any large portions of free time. So, any requests after this one would take a while for me to finish. Well, more than 3 days at least. Hope y'all enjoy this fluffy as hell soulmate AU oneshot!

Also, birthmarks of both are below.

(1: Sweets's mark, 2: Reader's mark)

(Also, pics not mine, I just edited it.)

#Horrortale #Sweets #Papyrus #Drabble #Oneshot #x reader #Papyrus x reader #Fem! Reader #Soulmate AU

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selfindulgent-undertalerps · 4 years ago

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Grim x Horror x Monotype Part 1

They don't have a shipname yet :(

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Grim is taking a walk in a random AU, specifically the Waterfall part of it, He's looking around, coughing from time to time.

He looks like he's talking to himself.

"Okay You Say Cake, But What Cake?" He paused as if he was listening to someone "Plum? Hm . . .That Could Work" He's talking quietly.

Horror steps out of the shadows in front of Grim "howzit goin?"

Grim took a step back, slightly scared, "G-Good, Em . . . You?" He's slightly shaking.

"good." Horror grins wide and takes a step forward "wha'd ya say about a cake?"

"Oh I'm Making A Cake For Someone Close To Me" Grim is slightly nervous.

"what kinda cake ya makin?" Horror tugs at a eye socket, his eylight stares intensely at Grim.

"Yogurt Cake With Plums"

"yogurt cake?" Horror's eyes are wide and he leans in closer "sounds delicious"

"It Is" Grim is looking at Horror, he is nervous, "Is Everything Alright?"

Horror leans back drooling, his eyelight glazed over "just feelin.. hungry." His eyelight focuses back on Grim.

Grim thought for a moment, "Em . . . I Have Food At Home . . . So . . . You Can Come With Me If You Want . . .?" He coughed a few times and after this wiped the blood that was coming from his mouth.

Horror's grin widened and he leaned back towards Grim, uncomfortably close. "i would love to."

Grim blushed a bit, he took a step back, he holds out his hand "I'm Grim And What's Your Name?" He gives Horror a slightly nervous smile.

Horror holds out his hand "you can call me axe or horror" He shrugs "but that names sans, sans the skeleton heh.. in the f l e s h." Something metal glints suspiciously in Horror's hand.

"Nice To Meet You" Grim is ready to protect himself, but took Horror' hand and shook it slightly, he has a wound on his chest, one of his eyes is melted, he adjusted his glasses.

Grim feels sharp little pricks on the palm of his hand. Horror has tacks taped to his hand. He thinks it's a funny prank.

Grim lost 0,1 hp, he has 0,4hp currently, which immediately send him into panic mode, he teleported a few meters away from Horror.

Horror sweats nervously. he forgets sometimes that's not how you greet a new friend. his hand jams into his hoodie and pockets the offending "prank" and takes a step back further from Grim "sorry i'm-" one of his hands shoots up to his face to tug at his socket aggressively.

Grim gets worried "H-Hey It's Okay, Really" He took out a piece of chocolate and ate it to heal himself, his HP is 0,5 , "I'm Okay, See?"

Horror checks him and he stops the assault on his face "you're down to half" He looks confused and concerned.

"That's Basically My Max HP"

Horror looks more concerned, "only half?"

"I Technically Can Heal Up To 1 HP But It's Kinda Useless, Due To This" Grim gestured to the wound on his chest.

Horror stiffens and fidgets and he glances at Grim's face and looks at the ground in front of his feet.

"Are You Okay?" Grim took a few steps towards Horror.

Horror's seems to come back to himself, his eyelight snaps back into focus on Grim, he grins. "not doin half bad"

"Heh, Glad To Hear It"

Horror stands in place grinning silently.

"Sooo You Want To Go To My House? You Said You're Hungry, So I Could Give You Something" Grim just wants to be nice.

Horror looks surprised for a sec before grinning wider and nods.

Grim held out his hand so Horror can grab it, he's smaller than Horror, he's shaking a bit.

Horror reaches out slowly to take it, palm upwards so Grim can see it's empty.

Grim took his hand and teleported to his AU, in front of his house, He's smiling slightly, he mumbled something to himself.

Horror leans closer to Grim "what didja say?"

"Just Talking To Myself . . . A Terrible Habit Really" Not really the truth, but he doesn't want to talk about his 'ghost' problem.

"ok." Horror stands up straight and watches Grim expectantly. Grim opened the door to his house and let Horror inside.

Horror shambles in and looks around.

A cozy house, it's warm and smells nice, there's a lot of pictures on the walls.

Grim got inside and closed the door.

Horror turns around and grins at Grim with his too wide smile "nice place"

"Thank You" Grim went to the kitchen and started heating up water for some tea.

Horror followed him and watched him prepare the tea.

"So . . . Uh . . . What Do You Want To Eat?"

"heh... i could eat anything"

"Pasta?"

Horror grinned wider "sure"

Grim took out the things he needed and started cooking, in the meantime He prepared tea and gave a cup to Horror.

Horror took the cup reverently and sat at the kitchen counter to watch.

Grim started humming at some point.

Horror takes a sip of tea and it's really well made... he all but chugs the rest of it down.

Grim is still cooking, you can see that he's quite skilled in this.

Horror gets up and stands close behind Grim and leans over his shoulder to see what he's doing.

Grim is choping some onions, he noticed Horror "Hm?"

"you're good at this..."

"Thank You, I Like To Cook, It's Comforting For Me, My Brother Taught Me How To Cook . . ." Grim' smile disapeared from his face.

Horror's head tilted to the side questioningly "brother?"

"I Had A Brother, He Had A Bar Here In Snowdin, Really A Great Guy . . ." Grim' voice is sad.

Horror nods his head "you wanna talk about it?"

"I Could" Grim continued cooking "A Genocide Route Happened And Everyone, But Me, Is Dead"

"sorry for your loss"

"I Try To Live With That, Well Atleast I'm Not Alone" Grim smiled slightly.

Horror pats Grim on the shoulder "...... want help cookin?"

"You Could Help Me If You Want" Grim smiled at him.

Horror rolls up his sleeves and washes his hands and gestures in a offer to finish chopping vegetables.

Grim let him finish, he drank a bit of his tea, He's slightly shaking.

Horror notices Grim shaking "yah okay?"

"Yeah Just A Bit Cold"

Horror sets the knife down, shucks off his jacket, wordlessly holding it out to Grim.

"Are You Sure?"

Horror nods and lets out a deep chuckle "take it, it won't bite."

"Hehe Okay" Grim took the jacket and put it on himself, it's too big "Heh"

Horror blushes and turns back to finish chopping, he's almost done.

Grim smiled and began doing other things they needed to finish the pasta.

Soon the pasta was almost ready, Grim called someone "Hey . . . When Are You Coming Back? . . . Food's Almost Ready . . . We Have A Guest . . . Okay, Love You Too . . ." He hung up.

"who's that?" Horror's eyelights fixated on the food. He's drooling a little.

"I Was Talking With My Boyfriend, They Should Be Here In A Moment" Grim took a plate, put food on it and handed it to Horror "Here"

Horror looks like he's about to eat off the plate with his face right there. however, he pauses and shakes his head. "got a fork?"

"Yeah" Grim handed him a fork "You Must Be Really Hungry" He's kinda worried.

Someone entered the house.

"i usually am.." Horror stiffins at the sound of the door and then relaxes, remembering the mention of Grim's boyfriend. he shuffles hesitantly towards the kitchen table watching the entryway closely like a nervous cat..

Monotype walked into the kitchen, or rather floated, "Hey"

"Heya" Grim is smiling, He put some food on a second plate and gave it to Mono. Mono took it and went to the table.

Horror eyes mono nervously and sits down, hunched over his plate. "hello"

Mono smiles at him "I'm Monotype, Mono for short, what's your name?" They began to eat.

Grim sat down next to them with a cup of tea, but no food.

Horror stabs some pasta with his fork "heh... most call me horror" he's eyeing Grim with his cup of tea with a furrowed brow when he takes a bite.

Horror's eyelight blows wide and he chews slowly. He looks back and forth between Grim and his plate, a bright blush rising on his face before attacking his food ravenously.

"Does It Taste Good?" Grim asked.

"'ice to meet ya" Mono smiled and drank some tea from a cup he got in the meantime.

Horror snorts at the pun and wipes his face. "heh ice to meet ya too." He chuckles. Horror then nods to Grim "this dish is so good it's prepastarous."

Grim starts giggling "I'm Glad That You Like It"

"You should eat something" Mono is worried a bit.

"I'm Not Hungry" Grim drinks his tea.

"Gówno prawda" Mono Said in a foreign language.

Horror, who's already finished his plate, shoots Grim a indescribable look. "you're not eating?"

"Like I said I'm not hungry . . . I'll eat later" Grim put his arms on the table and places his head in them.

"I hope you'll eat later . . ." Mono sighed.

Horror looks back and forth between Grim and his plate again, this time looking more concerned. He comes to a decision and stands up taking his plate to the kitchen. He piles on a massive helping for himself.

He then pulls out another plate and portions out only a couple small scoops. Horror grabs some cutlery and walks back and sits across from Grim.

He puts his overflowing plate in front of himself and scoots the other across the table nudging Grim's arms with it. " . . . please eat." Horror sounds slightly distressed.

Grim looks at Horror and sighs "Alright . . . I'll Eat . . . " He slightly rubbed his eyesockets and began eating slowly.

"Wow, you managed to get him to eat on your first try, congrats" Mono smiles softly "And Thanks"

Horror nodded at Mono and blushed. He watched Grim eat for a second before resuming his one man act of a pasta garbage disposal.

The three of them ate in peace, Mono is watching Horror with curiosity, a faint greish purple blush on their cheekbones.

Horror was savoring that last few bites with a groan, eyes closed and blissed out. He finished up with a belch and leaned back in his chair sagging with contentment. "that was pasta-tively delicious."

Both skeletons snickered at the pun, Grim didn't eat much from his portion, but atleast ate something, he's smiling.

Horror didn't know what it was but, even with just having met them, he felt really comfortable around these two... "hey uh thanks for the meal, even though i... well.." Horror hooked a phalange in his eyesocket. He was fidgeting uneasily and staring at the table.

"Don't Worry About It, Really, I Forgive You" Grim gave him a bright smile, a slight red blush dusting his black cheekbones.

Horror looks up and meets Grim's gaze. Oh no he's he's cute. Horror blushes furiously and glances at Mono and back down to the table twiddling his thumbs.

He's unsure what to do now, and the room is feeling rather warm despite not having his jacket. Horror tugs at the collar of his shirt, sweating.

"Are ya okay?" Mono Has a small smirk on his face. Grim is worried. Both Skeletons are watching Horror.

"y-yeah sorry.. god it's cute in here though...." Horror's eyes widen "i-i mean hot!!! agh! warm!" Horror's face could single handedly light up a gyftmas tree. He sinks in his seat as if that could hide himself.

Horror wishes he had his jacket to hide in.

Both Skeletons are blushing and smiling

"Well you look great too" Mono placed his hand on top of Grim' to calm him down.

If Horror could blush harder he would. He looks between Grim and Mono, shifting in his seat nervously.

Horror stands up suddenly, "lemme clean up" he snatches the other two's plates and piles them on his own, escaping quickly to the kitchen.

Mono and Grim started talking quietly between themselves.

Horror shovels Grim's leftovers in his mouth and puts the rest in a tupperware container. He runs the faucet for a sec, letting the water heat up and got himself to scrubbing.

Grim is watching him, he coughed a few times, he's still wearing Horror' jacket.

Horror throws Grim a concerned glance at the coughing and then looks away quickly.

He's surprised he hasn't gotten light headed from all the blushing he's doing. "you uh, cough alot..." Horror states more sounding like a question.

"Yeah . . . Mostly Because Of This Wound . . ." Grim rested his skull on his hand.

Horror stares at him with pinched brows for a second before glancing at his jacket still engulfing Grim, and quickly looking away, focusing all his attention back on the dishes.

"Heh, It's Nothing Really" Grim laid his head on the table and closed his eyes.

Horror finishes the dishes and drys his hands. He turns to the two skeletons and grins.

"thanks for the meal." He scratches the back of his skull "i better get goin though..."

"Oh Okay, I enjoyed our time together" Mono is looking at him "You're welcome here anytime"

"Yeah , I Really Enjoyed It Too. . . Oh I Should Probably Give You Your Jacket Back" Grim began taking it off.

Horror almost wanted to tell him to keep it, if he didn't feel so naked without it, he probably would have... instead he stepped forward and helped Grim out of it, his soul fluttering in his chest at the close proximity.

Grim smiled at him, a really sweet smile, "I'm Really Happy That We Met"

"uhhh same." Horror's face lights up again both at Grim's smile and the embarrassingly less than smooth response. He gives Mono a half wave "it was nice meetin ya too"

"Same" Mono gave him a smile "See you soon?"

Horror nods blushing just a little bit more, "see ya" and with that he blips out.

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petri808 · 5 years ago

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Full story. Bakudeku AU w/smut. 11k words. Happy Birthday Bakugou!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23630008

Bakugou Katsuki is a playboy rockstar with a bad attitude. He’s got everything, top hits, fans, and any girl or guy he wants... Or does he. At an industry party he meets the one person who sends him on a new path that ultimately saves his career and truly makes him shine.

“Ha!” Katsuki Bakugou kicks back in his chair as he slaps the report and tosses it onto his managers desk. “Number one yet again on the charts! Damn I’m fucking awesome!” And it was true, the seasoned singer known to the world as Shockwave was still going strong 4 years after starting off in this industry.

“Yes, yes,” the man picks up the paper and files it away. “That’s the fifth single release in a row to debut at number one on the Billboard as well as Spotify.” Shouto Todoroki was Katsuki’s manager and he had to admit, he never expected his client to rise this quickly. While he’s only been doing this job officially for the last seven years, he’d grown up in the industry and had seen enough to know what works and what doesn’t.

The singers blended style of Pop with Alternative and Rock grabbed audiences’ attentions, not to mention his performances were full of energy, and his personality was vivacious to say it nicely. But off stage, the man was a handful. Having a feeling about how Katsuki would behave, Shouto’s boss stuck him with blonde hot head as soon as the man signed, because he knew that his cool, level-headed, no nonsense manner would be able to handle it. Things worked out for the most part. Their PR department handled most of the headaches dealing with the man’s antics caught on social media. But as they say, good or bad, news sells, and so far, the singer was able to weather most of the crazy scandals that had arisen. Fan’s ate up all the juicy gossip and Katsuki fed them on the daily.

Arguments in clubs were a common occurrence with the singer, with the occasional fight turning into an actual brawl. Most of those ended quickly with bouncers, used to Katsuki’s notoriety breaking things up and sending the combatants packing. His love life and lifestyle were another gasoline on the social media flames. With Katsuki, the term playboy was too classy for him and this pansexual had a love ‘em and leave ‘em, one-night stand attitude that never seemed to curtail the amount of partners willing to go to bed with him. As far as Shouto knew, no one had ever turned the singer down.

Shouto sits forward in his chair and lets his arms rest along the desk. “Next on the agenda. The album release part where your latest video will also be unveiled is next week. I assume you’ll have a date?”

“Tch, course I will,” the blonde grows smug as if the question was unnecessary, “and whoever he or she is I’ll make sure is dressed to impress.”

“I’d expect no less,” is all the manager responds with. “The limo will pick you up at 6pm on the dot, so be ready.”

The night of the party started off without a hitch with many industry insiders in attendance. Shockwaves music blared, expensive drinks flowed, and delicious amuse bouche were served by the wait staff. Guests were happy and satiated, mingling with friends and acquaintances as one might see at any high-end party. The schedule was a lax one and mostly just an occasion to gather and enjoy. So, after his latest music video was played and his newest album unveiled, they popped champagned to celebrate and party the rest of the night away.

Things were running so smoothly, that by 9pm Shouto felt relaxed enough to let the bodyguards keep an eye on Katsuki, while he could mingle with the guests unimpeded. You could never tell just how Katsuki would behave, so he savored the moments of peace. The singer had been too preoccupied with the red headed twin’s he’d brought as guests, one on each arm to fuss and that worked for him.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky tonight and there’ll be nothing more than pictures of a party to hit the news tomorrow,” PR lead for Shockwave, Momo Yaoyorozu notes to her co-worker as they grab refills at the bar.

“I never hold my breath,” Shouto responds. “But if that’s the case, I’ll be supremely happy.”

“Me too,” she chuckles, “it means less headaches for me. Right now, the article going into tomorrow’s UA Metro entertainment section is about album sales starting this weekend.”

“Thanks,” he pats the woman on the shoulder, “you guys always do an amazing job.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiles back before walking away.

While the singer drank and danced the night away, Shouto takes a seat on one of the couches with his own guest who’d been waiting patiently for him. Not that his guest was left alone, the man also knew many others in this field to stay occupied. But now he got to enjoy the party instead only focusing on managing it. Chances were high that within another couple of hours, Katsuki would take off to bed the twins or some other willing partner and he would be free to wrap up this event.

And he was right on the money. Four years of managing the man’s career, and he was pretty accurate on when his client would fold. It was just under midnight, when a very drunk Katsuki unceremoniously drops onto the couch and shoves himself between the manager and his guest, But Shouto looks around and notices something was missing. He clears his throat, already annoyed by the type of intrusion as well as the growing discomfort of his guest. “Bakugou, where are your guests?”

Don’t know, don’t care,” he slurs while focusing in on his managers guest. “Who’s yer friend Todo?” Truth was, the twins were trying to get him to leave with them, when he’d noticed the cute green-haired man next to his manager and sauntered over.

Shouto rolls his eyes at the nickname. His guest’s eyes were wide and slightly panicked with the popstar practically hanging over him, so he pulls Katsuki away to give his guest some space. “This is my friend Izuku Midoriya. Izuku, this is my client Katsuki Bakugou.”

Despite his discomfort, the green haired, freckle faced man smiles sweetly, doing his best to be nice since this was his friend’s client. “H-Hi, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Bakugou. I think your music is great.”

“What the fuck man, don’t call me mister and make me sound old! But yeah, of course you like my music,” Katsuki grins, “everybody loves my damn music.” He moves back closer to Izuku, trailing his hand against the man’s arm before Shouto can stop him. “Bet you think I’m sexy too.”

Izuku blushes in embarrassment but shrinks away from the man’s touch. The singer was being way too brazen and upfront for the shy man. “Eh, heh, yeah, you are very nice to look at.”

Shouto once again pulls his client away, “please don’t make my guest uncomfortable Katsuki, clearly he’s not interested.”

But the singer furiously rips his arm away from his manager, “I ain’t doin’ that! Izu here loves me, don’t ya mouse?” He wraps an arm around the man and pulls him flush against his body. “Nobody can resist this package.”

His body goes stiff at the tight hold Katsuki has of him. “Um… actually I do…” Izuku blurts out with a tremor to his tone. “You’re a little intimidating to me,” he whispers. It wasn’t that he didn’t think Katsuki was the most handsome guy he’s ever laid eyes on, but the man’s personality was just too rough. They were completely opposite in that way from what he knew through Shouto and what he’s seen in the news. Plus, Katsuki was his friend’s client and he wouldn’t want to cause any potential problems if a relationship were to go south.

“Tch.” Undeterred, Katsuki grips the man’s chin hard and tips it up, letting his lips hover over Izuku’s. “Do I really now? But I bet I could make those fears melt away in my bed.” Then slightly brushing his lips against the man’s, “the things I would do to this sweet ass of yours would have you begging for more.”

Izuku gulps hard. A small part of him was turned on by Katsuki’s charms, but the bigger portion was screaming to run. “I-I’m not gonna sleep with you after a first meeting,” he whines, “I’m not that kind of guy.”

“What the fuck!” Katsuki snaps and shoves Izuku away so hard he almost slips off the couch. “You dare to reject me?! ME?!! Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now!” His blood was boiling and whatever high he’d had from the alcohol was burning off rapidly from the surge in adrenaline.

Shouto grabs Katsuki by both arms as his guest pushes himself further away on the couch. Izuku wraps his arms around himself in shock from the outburst, this singer really was a brute! He’s seen it on social media but to be the subject of the man’s wrath was a totally different feeling.

The problems was, while taller than him, Katsuki outweighed Shouto, and he struggled to keep the man from lunging at Izuku. But hearing the sudden commotion, other guests and Katsuki’s bodyguards rush over, grabbing the singer, pinning and holding him back from going after Izuku. With the bigger men now holding his client in place, Shouto helps his friend to his feet. Izuku is so shocked, he buries his face in his friend’s chest to hide away from the bull of a singer, and on instinct, Shouto wraps his arms protectively around Izuku.

But seeing the dynamics between the two men sets Katsuki off even more. “You bastard, is that why you won’t sleep with me, cause you’re Shouto’s bitch?!” He spits out the words. “Stupid losers!”

The manager narrows his eyes at his client, “that’s uncalled for when you’re the one who assaulted him Katsuki.”

“Fuck you!”

“You’re drunk.” Shouto states and looks at the bodyguards. “Please take him home and don’t let him leave until he sleeps this off.”

“Let me go you, fucktards!” Katsuki yanks as hard as he can at his restrainers, cussing and straining their hold. “Don’t you tell me what to do! This ain’t over yet! I will make him mine!” He screams and growls as they drag him away. “Let me go ya assholes! You hear me Izuku! I will make you mine!!!”

With Katsuki gone, Shouto turns his attention back to his guest. “Are you okay?” He sits the man down on the couch. “Would you like some water or anything?”

Izuku shakes his head. “You warned me about him but… he is really something. I-I don’t know how you put up with it.”

The manager just shrugs, “I just don’t let him take me down too and get under my skin. Katsuki is like a spoiled child, so I treat him that way most of the time.” He pat’s his friend’s shoulder. “Just stay here while I close out this party, then I’ll take you home.”

“Okay,” Izuku cracks a pained smile. It was the first time he’s ever been assaulted since primary school. He hangs his head and avoids any eye contact, even as exiting guests try to cheer him up. Being bullied as a quiet, nerdy little kid is a sore spot from his childhood memories and why he was a little shier as an adult. He tried to stay positive regardless, but it may take a few days for the edge to come down from this event.

When it was clear to Katsuki that his bodyguards slash babysitters weren’t going to let up on him, he sat back in the limo and brooded all the way to his penthouse apartment. He’d meant what he said back at that party. Fucking Todoroki, he didn’t care if daddy was the CEO, he was going to find a way to make his life miserable now! And that Izuku guy. No one’s dared to turn him down before! Why would they, it was crazy! He was Shockwave, whose prowess on stage could only be topped in the bedroom. ‘That damn mouse!’ Was he so fucking shy and stupid that he really couldn’t handle him?!

As Katsuki paces his living room floor, visions of Izuku’s green hair and cute smile keep assaulting him. But the worst part of all this, was he was sober, horny as fuck, and they’d dragged him out of there with no one to screw! “ARGH!” Why was a mouse of man getting under his skin so damn much?! Maybe because he did love a good prey beneath him begging for mercy. Tugging that green hair of his, ‘and I’d bet Izu would look even sweeter,’ Katsuki licks his lips just thinking about the naked man, ‘ass up and flushed while I’m pummeling him…’

“Ahhhh!!! Fucking bitch!” he storms away to take a long, hot shower and relieve some of the tension.

The morning after the album release party may have brought a sober Katsuki, but a no less still fuming one. After shooting off a ‘fuck you’ text to his manager, he set about digging into the man known as Izuku Midoriya. He didn’t care if Shouto denied they were in a relationship, because based on what he saw for himself, ‘just friends my ass!’ There had to be more to the story, but when he’d lucked out on the typical social media accounts, his anger only grew. Both men’s Instagram accounts were locked as private, and Izuku didn’t appear to have a Twitter of Snapchat.

He’d always thought that his manager was straight considering he and the PR lady have been casually dating for a short time now, and that was the only relationship he’d ever noticed. Katsuki throws himself onto his couch running his contacts through his mind. Who did he know that knew Shouto well and would be willing to give up the goods on him? ‘Ha! Eijiro!’ Shouto used him a lot as a music producer, plus the guy was one of his on again, off again flings when they were in need. Eijiro Kirishima was one of the few people Katsuki didn’t mind having normal conversations with, so he might be willing to talk. He didn’t care if that meant bedding the man for a night in return for information since the guy was a lot of fun between the sheets.

A week later, the music producer joins Katsuki for a few beers at his apartment. Up till now, Katsuki’s been avoiding his manager and calling up other acquaintances to gain any little information he could find. It wasn’t much considering Midoriya didn’t truly travel in his world.

“Why do you wanna know so bad?” Eijiro takes another swig of his beer and relaxes back onto the couch. “The guy isn’t even a part of the industry.”

“Just call me curious who my manager is dicking around with.”

“You’ve never cared before.”

Katsuki sits forward with a glare. “Look, are you gonna tell me or not Eijiro?”

“I’ll tell ya,” Kirishima laughs, “I’m just curious why you’re so enamored with this.”

“Because the fucker turned me down, that’s why!” Katsuki clenches his fists, “How the hell could he be more interested in Shouto than me?! The guy is like talking to an emotionless rock!”

“Dude, he’s not,” Eijiro laughs. “They just dated a few times, and I never even heard they made it to 3rdbase. Shouto mentioned once, they were better off as friends, that’s all they are, just close friends.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Look, Midoriya is a really soft guy, so sweet I swear he could give you a tooth ache if you’re around him for too long.”

“Weak man.”

“Whatever, says the guy obsessing over here,” Eijiro chuckles. “You know if I didn’t know better…. I think you are jealous Katsuki.”

The blonde crosses his arms, holding back the growing desire to throttle his friend, “I am not fucking jealous of a mouse like that!”

“Not of Izuku, of Shouto.”

That struck a nerve. “I AM NOT JEALOUS OF THAT BASTARD!” Katsuki jumps off the couch and grabs Eijiro by the shirt. “You know what, get the fuck out of my house!!”

Eijiro shoves the man off, “Fine!” He straightens his shirt. “Can’t take the truth, why am I not surprised. By the way, good luck with your new album,” he snickers as he slams the front door behind him.

“Fuck you! My album is doin’ just fine!” Katsuki screams back to the closed door. ‘Where the fuck did that come from?!’ His singles all did extraordinarily well, so it was only a given the album sales would do to. “My fucking album is fine,” he drops back onto the couch with a harrumph. Not that he’d been checking, just assumed it was like every other album he’s put out.

At least before the argument he’d gained some delicious insight into Midoriya. The man was nothing more than a second-generation florist who was taking over the shop that his mother started. According to Kirishima, he was hired by many companies, including those in their industry because of his gift in creating elaborate floral pieces tailored for events. It was how he and Shouto had met.

“Tch, what a sap story.” It wasn’t surprising the guy would have such a soft and gentle type job that matched his personality perfectly. Could you imagine Katsuki doing anything like that, not in your life.

But as he visualized walking into the florist shop and being greeted by a sunny smile… Katsuki growls at the way his heart flutters. This wasn’t about falling for the guy, dammit! He just didn’t like the idea of not getting what he wanted and right now, the one person who turned him down was what he fucking wanted! And as far as he was concerned, Shouto Todoroki seemed to be in the way.

The next day, Katsuki marches into his managers office ready to demand that he be given a new agent, or he’ll find another firm, contract be damned.

But Shouto doesn’t even bat an eye. He too had enough of the man’s childish antics. “I would love to do that, but it appears no one else would want you.”

“Tch, you don’t fucking know that,” the hot-headed blonde crosses his arms and stands menacingly next to Shouto’s desk. “Why wouldn’t anyone want to have a money-making star?! Has the whole world gone mad?!”

His eyebrow twitches at the superfluous posturing. “You’re attitude,” Shouto tosses a newspaper on the desk chair next to Katsuki. “That’s the UA Metro entertainment section. They were at the party, saw, andtook photos of your attack on Midoriya.” The man leans back in his chair as he continues. “Up until now, your fights were with sketchy individuals, but this time you picked on someone who not only is smaller, weaker, but is popular with a lot of the big companies in this city, including record labels.”

The frustrated manager sighs and pinches his brow. “There comes a point when even the biggest stars become too much of a liability. I’ve been getting calls or messages daily from contacts all over the industry. Producers are concerned with working with you, other agents, even DJ’s are sending me condolences for being stuck as your agent. I can’t say I blame them. So, yes, if I could pawn you off on someone else I would, but it’s either me, or the street.” Shouto leans forward, “and by the way, your album sales are half the volume they were of your last three at the same point in time. Nobody stays at the top forever. Your star is falling Katsuki, and there’s no one else you can blame but yourself.”

For the first time in their working relationship, it was the first time Shouto had seen Katsuki go silent during an argument. The normally competitive man would be cussing, screaming, or denying everything by now, but he was completely mute, just standing there gawking and turning white. He could pity the man for being foolish, but he just wasn’t in the mood. Katsuki had simply gone too far this time.

Shouto gestures to the open door. “Now if you’ll excuse yourself, I need to clean up after your mess.” Without any more fanfare, he simply goes back to working on what he had been doing before the singer showed up.

A full minute later as if Katsuki had finally finished processing the gravity of the situation, his personality rears its ugly head. “T-This is fucked up!” He slams his fist on the managers desk. “I don’t care what some stupid media says! My fans are what matter and they love me!”

“Not according to your album sales,” Shouto responds without even the courtesy of looking up. “Maybe they’re tired of your antics too. Look,” he huffs, “for your self-interests, go home Katsuki, stay there, and keep a low profile until things blow over. And for god-sakes, no ranting on social media! Now go, before I call in the guards to escort you again.”

It was the first time in Katsuki’s whole life that he’s felt the entire world crash on top of him. He was so used to being on top, the popular one, even from a young age, but his music career had sent an already swollen ego into overdrive. There was nothing he couldn’t do if he put his mind to it, but maybe he’s pushed his luck a little too far this time. ‘All because of a scrawny mouse!’

“F-Fine!” Katsuki does his best to save face. “Yeah, you do your damn job and deal with the vultures! I’m goin’ home!” He storms out of the office and heads to the elevator. Though he screws an indignant expression onto his face, it’s only a mask to those he passes by. Inside, he was screaming with all the hellfire of a man being stabbed to death.

‘Say what you will,’ his conscious chimes up during the short elevator ride. ‘But that scrawny mouse didn’t do anything wrong.’

‘Tch!’

‘And, regardless of what you say, it seems you like what you saw in that mouse.’

‘Can you shut the fuck up! Where was this voice of reason at the party?!’

‘Locked up, where you normally keep me.’

‘yeah, well go back to your cell…’

Ding.

The elevator opens and all Katsuki can see is a mass of flowers being held by someone blocking the way, so many it completely encompasses their upper body. “Oi! Move it idiot!” he snaps.

“Eek! S-Sorry,” the mass moves to the side to allow Katsuki plenty of space to pass.

But the singer immediately recognizes the voice. “What the fuck are you doing her Midoriya?!”

The flowers being held by the smaller man begin to shake. “I-I’m just delivering an order to Mr. Mic for his client Jirou’s birthday.”

Son-of-A! He knew he’d smelled food when he passed the conference room. “There’s a fucking party isn’t there?!”

“I-I think so…”

“Yes, there is,” a harsh male voice responds to the question. At that moment, Shouto walks out from the second elevator and comes across the two men. He pushes Izuku even further away from Katsuki. “But you are not invited, so leave.” Without any more information than that tidbit, he prompts the florist towards the second elevator. He was sure the fuming singer was boring holes in his back, but he didn’t care.

“Whatever!” Katsuki snaps as they are getting in. “I wouldn’t wanna go to her stupid party anyways!”

But it was a ruse. With his heart barely holding on to life, the singer beelines it for the parking garage before anyone else could see the pain racking his grimaced face. Everything hurt and he didn’t know how to handle the rush of negative emotions. Anger is something he could understand, but despair, it was as foreign as a dead language to him. It felt like all eyes were on him as he passed by employees and visitors alike, and for once he hated being in the spotlight.

The moment he gets into his car, the dam breaks and a gush of tears pour free. He grips onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and rests his forehead against it. This was something he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. To fall from such a height, his heart literally shattered at the sound of those elevator doors closing. He wanted to scream because of how weak he felt. He cried because what Shouto had said to him truly hurt!

He hammers at the wheel, “AHHHHH!!!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!!!!!” ‘I’m such a fucking dumbass!!!!! How’d I let shit spiral so out of control!’ If his manager was ready to toss him onto the street, that meant the agency had already approved it. And if Shouto was telling the truth about the other firms… it meant he would struggle to find a new one. ‘They’d probably give me a crappy contract.’ Being blackballed like that meant producers, DJ’s, and others would cold-shoulder him as well.

And what about his album sales? Why were the numbers so low? Katsuki knew that physical copy sales had been on a downward trend, but digital copies usually made up for the difference. “Argh!” Katsuki closes his eyes, “but how do I fix this?” he mumbles to nobody but himself. Everything hitting at the same time was overloading his mind. He didn’t want to admit that what he’s been for much of his life was the bully. ‘This must be what it feels like on the other side of the line.’ It sucked, and now he felt like a complete asshole who deserved to be tossed to the gutter like street trash.

After delivering the flowers, Midoriya goes back to his delivery van in the parking garage where he notices someone sitting in their car. Not a very big deal, but he can see that their head is resting against the steering wheel. The closer he gets to the car; he sees the tell-tale blonde hair and realizes it was Katsuki. He hesitates with his first inclinations to turn around and pretend like he never saw anything for fear of being hurt again. But the longer he watches, he can see that the man wasn’t just upset, but possibly crying. Now that came as a shock. From everything he’s been told, Katsuki Bakugou didn’t come across as the type to ever cry, at least not in public. Against his better judgment, Midoriya walks over to the man’s driver side window and lightly taps on the window.

“Are you okay Mr. Bakugou?”

The sudden intrusion snaps Katsuki to attention. He quickly wipes at his face and turns to see who would dare to approach his car, because if it was a fan, he really wasn’t in the mood for it. His shoulders slump, of course it would be Midoriya. He cracks the ignition and rolls down his window. “What do you want mouse?”

Midoriya nervously scratches the back of his neck and musters a smile in the hopes of breaking the tension. “I’m sorry to disturb you Mr. Bakugou, but you seemed upset, so I wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“I’m fine dweeb,” the singer responds in a monotone reflecting very little emotion.

“Oh-Okay… B-but you were crying.”

Damn this guy really was annoyingly sweet. Couldn’t he see that he just wasn’t in the mood to be bothered. “Tch!” Katsuki turns his head away. “What do you care?”

“Well, you see” he fidgets with his fingers, “I just don’t like seeing people upset… and I know it must have something to do with that party, so I feel bad.”

“Well you shouldn’t,” Katsuki maintains a level tone trying not to show his annoyance, “cause you didn’t do nothin’ wrong.” ‘Shit, I was the prick idiot.’

“Mr. Bakugou?”

Okay he was really getting tired of the mister part. He rolls his eyes and stares forward away from the man, ‘Ugh,’ “What is it?”

“I’d like to start over, if that’s okay…. And maybe be friends?”

After everything he put the man through, he was still willing to be friends with him?! Katsuki’s head whips back to face the man standing outside his door. “Why? Is this a trick?” His brows furrow and eyes narrow. “Did Shouto put you up to this?!” He just couldn’t fathom, with the world turning against him, that Midoriya wanted to give him a second chance. “This better not be a trick or something, cause I’ve had enough bad news for one day…”

“N-No, No!” Midoriya waves his hands in front of himself frantically. “No trick, I swear! Shouto doesn’t know I’m talking to you. He’d probably kill me if he knew!”

“Tch, you guys are still seeing each other aren’t you, just keeping it hushed up?”

“What?!” The man stiffens up. “No! He’s not really my type,” Midoriya blushes bright red. “He just worries because I get emotional really easily.” He fidgets with his fingers, “S-so, would you like to be friends?”

Katsuki thinks for a moment. This could be the saving grace he was hoping for. “Yeah sure, why not.”

They exchange contact information and agree to meet for lunch in a couple of days. Katsuki watches Midoriya walk away, and for the first time in days, a small smile registers on his face. It’s been a long time since he’s had such a normal interaction that it felt a little weird… but nice for a change. Who knew? Katsuki chuckles and drives home. Maybe there really was a way to dig himself out of this mess after all.

Their first luncheon went quietly without any problems, leaving both men with a sense of starting off fresh. The singer actually felt good at the end, like a small high without the need for chemical substances. But by the next day, they were thrown back into the spotlight when a blogger caught a photo of them together and blasted social media with it. Oh, was the singer pissed! Katsuki wanted to go after the man for spinning rumors of a new affair with the florist that made Midoriya look like some kind of whore.

Luckily Shouto had caught him before he could react, and with the help of the PR department convinced him to let them handle it. A journalist for UA Metro did a follow up story and interviewed Midoriya. The sweet natured florist sold the truth and confirmed the luncheon was nothing more than an innocent lunch to bury the hatchet, and by the time it had ended they were on the road to being friends. Shouto had been irritated about being caught off guard with the news and the fact that they’d met up, but he also couldn’t stay upset when in the end it helped to bolster Katsuki’s broken image just a little.

It was awkward and rough for the first few weeks despite the initial meeting going well. Over time, Midoriya’s positive and sweet disposition appeared to be rubbing off on Katsuki much to Shouto’s relief. His client needed all the help he could get to turn things around.

On the professional side, having Midoriya in his corner was thawing relations with the industry, but album sales were another story. Consumer polls hinted that the slight shift in the style of music from pop/alternative, to more of a hard rock style may have something to do with it. Fans liked Shockwave’s semi-edgy music, but at least the pop angle broadened his reach. By leaning too heavily into one genre, they may have lost some of the fan base. It was okay, they still had options in boosting sales such as putting out remixes to add back in the pop feel. In the meantime, working on rebuilding his personal image may also help sway the fans.

In reality, the covetous nature Katsuki had felt in the beginning was turning into an obsession. And the question now became, how far would he go to keep it from slipping through his fingers a second time? Now he understood his managers desire to protect. He wanted to keep Midoriya happy because of the warm, fuzzy embers it stirred in him.

The singer was a lot nicer now, but that didn’t mean he’d lost all of his bravado. Katsuki still craved attention and would do anything to keep it. At the same time, he wasn’t an idiot. Staying out of trouble and Midoriya’s friendship were the sources of the turnaround, so he showed his appreciation in the only way he knew how. Meals, movies, tickets to anything that interested the man, Katsuki would lavish gifts upon him. He put up with whatever the man was willing to give just to keep him happy, and if he was being honest with himself, simply cuddling on the couch wasn’t that bad after all.

By the sixth month into their friendship, Katsuki would spend every last dime if that’s what it would take to make Midoriya his.

Katsuki was happier than he’s ever been. His music career was back on track, and the last several months, all the relationships he had in his life were mending well. Instead of being combative, he’d turned into an easy client for Shouto to manage. No more arguments about direction or the need to micromanage the writers that had created great lyrics for him all along. There were a few minor set back’s whenever he’d had a little too much to drink in a club, but nowhere near the explosive episodes he would reach in the past.

Izuku on the other hand wasn’t faring as well. He wanted to believe that deep down Katsuki wasn’t a bad person, he was almost sure of it. The rockers lifestyle had created an incredible vain and arrogant man or at least turned a proud man into an even bigger narcissist. And while over the past few months, he’s seen some changes for the better, the singer struggled with his vices. Izuku wasn’t even sure if the singer realized his failings.

When it came to the singer’s music or staying in shape, Katsuki worked hard, but in more other things the less effort he had to put in the better. The man would rather eat out than cook, be driven than drive himself, and cleaning, well… that was the maid’s job. Izuku wondered how much the man even paid attention to his own finances, or did he just let his financial manger deal with it? Out of sight, out of mind. All Katsuki wanted to focus on was enjoying life his way. But Izuku knew better of the world, and this worried him.

His fondness of the singer had grown tremendously, and it pained him to think that they were just too different to make anything work. Izuku wanted some stability, wanted to know that this life wouldn’t come crashing down someday, leaving him broken with nothing to show for it. It scared him a little. After grappling with his decision, Izuku realized that it wasn’t fair to continue this way. He couldn’t even define the type of relationship there was between them.

“But I thought things were fucking fine with us!”

“Katsuki I’m not another fanboy or some trophy hanging off your arm to display to the press.”

The blonde growls, “I never said you were.”

Izuku sighs, “it’s how you make me feel. You’re a lot of fun to hang out with, but I want a real relationship. Someone who I feel like I can grow old with, who loves me for who I am, that will do the right things to make sure this,” he gestures to the apartment as a metaphor, “life will last, and we wouldn’t end up broke and destitute one day.” Moisture brims just below the surface as he stands to leave. “I’m sorry Katsuki…”

“N-No, you can’t fucking just leave like that!” Katsuki couldn’t believe they were going through this again. “I’ve been behaving for you! I buy you anything you’d want! What more do you want from me?!”

“Kacchan, all the gifts are nice, but I don’t require material things. And yes,” Izuku smiles softly and places his hand against the blonde’s cheek, “I could almost fall in love with this nicer version.” A tear trickles down, “but you aren’t ready to settle down yet, and I’m not gonna force you to.”

Katsuki’s heart seizes up at the use of the pet name. He’d hated it at first, but now… It was like being back in his car in that garage all over again. His voice falters as the tears catch in his throat, “I’ll do whatever it takes Izu, just don’t give up on me, please?”

“I’m not. We can still be friends and hang out sometimes.”

Just friends… like how Shouto was relegated to the friendzone. Katsuki’s heart wanted to stop right then and there. He couldn’t even respond, didn’t know how to.

Izuku places a kiss on Katsuki’s cheek. “Goodbye, Kacchan.”

The blonde just watches Midoriya leave unable to move from the couch. He felt like a piece of lead or as if someone had taken adhesive and glued his feet to the floor. Nine months ago, Katsuki would have raged, probably thrown things, hit something but the ache was different this time. He wanted to curl up in a ball or maybe jump off a cliff. Would anyone miss him if he dove out of his sixteenth-floor window right now? The answer was probably not, and that was the reason he couldn’t move. No one that mattered would miss him…

‘That’s not true.’

‘Welcome back bitch,’ Katsuki snaps at himself. ‘You’ve been quiet for months.’

‘You didn’t need me for once. And stop being such a pussy and get off the damn couch. Are you too stupid to realize it’s not over yet?’

“Fuck off.”

It was the first time since high school that Katsuki actually wanted only one person. He’d gone a little crazy with all the access and choices to satiate his libido, but hell, he hasn’t had sex in five months because all he’s been craving was Izuku. If staying celibate for such a long period in his history didn’t show just how enamored he was with the freckle-faced mouse, he didn’t know what would.

And what did he mean about doing the right thing? Was Midoriya saying he wasn’t responsible enough to trust? Okay, that part may have some truth to it, but it’s never been something Katsuki ever thought about. As he looks around his apartment, he assumes the man was looking towards the future. Music paid for all of this, but what happens when things die down? He was pretty sure that money was being tucked away for his retirement, but he wasn’t sure since it was all in the hands of his manager.

‘That’s the point,’ his conscious chimes in. ‘You should stop focusing on just partying all the time and actually grow up.’

“Ugh!” he couldn’t argue with that. But how will he convince Midoriya that he can change? He didn’t really have any friends to turn to, and there was no way in hell that he was calling his mother for love advice. Katsuki groans and whips out his phone dialing a number.

“Hello?”

“Shouto… I’ll be dropping by your office in the morning…”

As the singer walked in that morning to his office, Shouto Todoroki was a little taken aback by the man’s appearance. He wouldn’t call Katsuki stylish per se except in his own way, but at least the man maintained a put together look whenever in public. But not today. The man slumped in the chair before him looked like a totally different person. His hair was unkempt like he’d just rolled out of bed, clothes were thrown on, wrinkled, and didn’t even match.

“So, what did you need to talk to me about Katsuki?”

The blonde averts his eyes to the window, “it’s about Izuku…”

Shouto quickly sits forward, “What did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything!” Katsuki shifts in the seat and stares at the manager. He could have been angry about the insinuation, but, “Wait, so he didn’t talk to you?! I kinda assumed he would.”

“No, I haven’t spoken to him in a few days. Now are you gonna tell me what is going on?”

Katsuki deflates further into the armchair. “To be honest, I don’t know how to explain. Whatever there is between Izu and I, he called off last night. Said, he’s looking for a real relationship and doesn’t think I’m ready for one.”

“Well, are you? It’s a simple question Katsuki, and to be brutally honest, I don’t think you are.”

Leave it to mister ice man to lay it in bluntly. The Blonde groans and covers his face with his hands. “For once I can’t disagree. But, for him… I’m willing to try.”

He wanted to call the man a liar, but based on Katsuki’s disposition, for one he actually believed him. Shout’s eyebrow raises. “You do see how it’s difficult for anyone to believe that, right? You are by far, one of the worst playboys I have ever met who didn’t even care what sex it was as long as they gave you what you wanted, and you’ve been this way for years. Can you really change in just a few short months?”

Ouch. Turn of the knife. “Hey, I haven’t had sex in months, thank you very much. Just haven’t been interested in anyone else, ya know.”

“Except Izuku?”

“Yeah…”

“Wow, you really are serious…”

Katsuki sits up, “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYING TO PROVE!” then slumps back in his chair. “Come on man, you know him well, what can I do?!”

The manager leans back and crosses his arms, contemplating what to say next. A part of him wanted to push this separation further to protect Izuku from going back to the singer. But if Katsuki was being honest, who was he to separate two grown men from love. The singer didn’t know, but Izuku had confided in him that he was falling in love with Katsuki and that it scared the hell out him. That fear must have been what pushed Izuku to make this latest decision. He sighs, “All I can say is you’ll have to somehow show him that you are being forthcoming about how you feel. Unless he believes he can trust you, you’ll never convince him that you’re being genuine.”

“Ugh…” it was the truth, but that still didn’t help him figure out what to do.

“Go home, clean yourself up, cause you look like shit, and come up with a plan Katsuki. Oh, and regarding your birthday next month, is there anything specific you’d like to do?”

“The usual, I guess. Just the typical industry party and make sure all the dignitaries are there so I can thank them for sticking by me.” Not that he felt like celebrating, but this was more for showing face.

“Done. Now go home and meditate on what I said. If you want him back, bare yourself to him and figure out a way to earn it.”

Katsuki nods, “yeah.” He stands up and walks to the door, then pauses at the threshold. With his head slightly turned in the man’s direction. “Thanks, Shouto.”

Shocked but happy by his client’s progress, Shouto smiles. “You’re welcome.” Maybe Izuku really was the best thing for the singer after all.

The days leading up until his birthday dragged by like a never-ending winter storm. It was cold, lonely, miserable, and the emptiness Katsuki felt only drove home how pitiful his seemingly ‘perfect’ life had truly been. He missed the light that Izuku had brought into his world, and if it wasn’t for the chance of seeing the man again, Katsuki would have gladly stayed home from the party.

And as he walked into that hotel’s small ballroom, a sense of dreaded déjà vu hits him. He swore under his breath that Shouto rented the same room as the last party in order to torture him. The furniture and décor were moved around since the last one, but he could still recognize the pieces. His eyes zero in on the dreaded couch that started it all. ‘Nope,’ he changes course and heads over to the standing bar. Things may had gotten better, but that couch had too many bad memories attached to it.

He’d spent the entire 27 days trying to figure out what he could do to win Izuku over, and of those, 8 of them were in convincing the man to attend this party. After swearing on a non-existent bible that he would stay clean and sober through the event, Izu finally relented. So, with his beer to nurse in hand, Katsuki takes a seat near the entrance and waits for the man to arrive. He’d never admit it, but the singer felt like a happy and expectant puppy waiting for their owner to arrive home.

“Hi…”

Katsuki hears the soft voice and feels the tap on his shoulder and turns around to a jaw dropping sight. Izuku was dressed in a stylish, forest green faux leather blazer, white button-down collared shirt, slacks to match, and brightened by the glow on his face. “Happy birthday, Kacchan,” he holds out a small neatly wrapped gift.

But instead of immediately taking the gift, he pulls the smaller man in and wraps his arms around him in a hug, taking in the fresh floral scents that clung to the man that he’d come to love. Katsuki buries his face in the surprised man’s neck, “thank you for coming, it means a lot to me.”

Izuku recovers quickly from the unexpected hug and reciprocates, smiling even though the man couldn’t see it. It felt good to see the singer again. “You’re welcome Kacchan.”

To hear that nickname after a month of absence was so much better than any music to his ears. His eyes cloud up and he squeezes them shut to hide it. Damn he felt weak, but at that moment, Katsuki didn’t care. He didn’t want to let go but knew it would be awkward to stay that way, so after a few more second, he lets Izuku go. Katsuki accepts the gift and gestures over to an area where they can sit. “Would you like a drink? I’ll go grab you one.”

Again, Izuku is a bit surprised by the question, but shoves his euphoria down. “Um, sure, something light would be great.”

Katsuki grabs the drink for his friend and returns, taking a seat next to Izuku. “Thank you,” the man smiles in acceptance.

Throughout the evening other guests come and go, dropping by the pair to say hi or chat for a while. It was nice, relaxing, and though the temptations were there, Katsuki never took them. He was even able to convince Izuku to dance with him for a couple of slower songs, but other than that, seemed content to stay put on that couch.

It was completely out of the ordinary for the singer, but no one was upset about the change, least of all Izuku. All night, no outbursts, sipping on the same drink, and being a perfect gentleman. His heart was soaring despite the lingering fears. Will this last? Can Katsuki really change? Oh, how he wanted to believe it!

The party was going great and soon enough the halfway point had come. Shouto drags Katsuki up to the stage for a birthday cake, over the man’s protestations of them singing him happy birthday.

“Just shut up and deal with it, then you can execute your plan,” Shouto whispers.

“Fine,” Katsuki growls.

As the crowd of half inebriated adults sings an out of tune version of the birthday song, the singer fumbles nervously with something in his pocket at the thought of giving a speech when this was over. It takes a couple of the longest minutes of his life, but soon enough the DJ cuts the music and he’s free once more. Katsuki gives the DJ a signal to play a specific instrumental song at lower volume, and Shouto hands him the microphone.

“Thank you everyone for coming tonight, hope you guys are having a good time. I also want to say how much I appreciate all of you for putting up with me until now.” Nerves kick in and singer feels a bout of stage fright kicking in. “But I have an announcement to make.” Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his manager waving at their friend to come up. “Izuku, would you please join us on the stage?”

“Wh-what?!” Izuku deadpans but rises to his feet and cautiously makes his way to the stage. It was a new experience to be centerstage like this. Every fiber of his being wanted to bolt.

Katsuki takes hold of his hand and squeezes, whispering off mic that everything would be okay. Shouto too, gives him a wink… Okay, now that was really strange, Izuku realized, the two men were in collusion.

“I’m sure everyone in this room know the man standing next to me, whether by profession or the photo’s leaked in the media. It was in this very room at my album unveiling that we didn’t exactly start off on the right foot.” Snickers are heard through the room. “But we were able to get past that and I’d like to say we’ve become friends?” He turns to Izuku, who smiles nervously but nods in agreement.

Katsuki squeezes his hand, then releases it so he can pull the box from his pocket. “He is the reason I am the person standing before you today. I’m not completely rehabilitated,” he chuckles and even gains a chortle from Izuku for the crack, “but as you can see, even a tiger can change its stripes.”

Despite his nerves, the sweet words coming from Katsuki brings a smile to Izuku’s face and he could almost forget the fact he was standing in front of a crowd of people.

“But what I don’t think even he realizes is his true effect on me.” Katsuki now turns to face Izuku completely instead of the guests and hands the microphone back to Shouto. “You were right, for a long time I wasn’t ready to settle down, but when someone special comes into your life, the dumbest mistake would be not to recognize it.” He opens the box and holds it up as Izuku’s eyes expand. “This is my promise to you, Izuku, if you’ll have me as your boyfriend. To show you that I will do anything in this world to make you happy for the rest of your life.”

“Oh my god,” Izuku’s hands fly up to his mouth, covering it in shock. “Kacchan, t-this isn’t…”

“No,” Katsuki chuckles and takes the man’s right hand into his own, “they’re promise rings… for now, until I’ve proven myself worthy to ask for you hand. You’re my balance Izu, and I love you for it.”

The roar of the guests from the unfolding scene is barely heard as the two men’s gazes are locked onto each other’s.

Tears pour down Izuku’s face as can only nod his acceptance, too flustered and tongue tied to do anything more than just allow Katsuki to place the ring on his right ring finger. “I love you too Kacchan,” he beams and wipes away some of the tears trailing down his cheek.

After placing a ring on his own finger, Katsuki raises the back of Izu’s hand and places a light kiss on it. He grins wide, caressing the man’s face and smoothing away more of the tears. “Only happy tears from now. I love you mouse.”

Tours were great for exposure and fan support, but they could be such a taxing experience. Months on the road moving from city to city or sometimes country to country. In the past it wasn’t a big deal to Katsuki because it was like one long party. But not anymore. The married man was itching to get back home to his husband of three years. Izuku had joined him for the first leg of the tour, but with the holiday season starting up, the florist industry was just too busy for him to leave it all in his mom’s hands. And besides, the woman just couldn’t do the types of piece’s her son had mastered.

But it was finally November and Katsuki had just finished his last performance. He was practically foaming at the mouth at the prospect of seeing his husband in just a few more hours.

‘I’ll be waiting *wink emoji*’ Izuku replies. ‘And don’t worry dinner will be ready by the time you get home.’

‘Fuck dinner, I’m just happy to see you.’

‘trust me Kacchan, youre gonna like tonights dinner *kissy face emoji*’

After arriving back at their hometown, the limo takes the singer straight to his apartment. He was almost dead on his feet upon arrival and the only thing fueling his steps forward was seeing his man. Katsuki drags his suitcases in and leaves them by the front door for the next morning.

“Babe, I’m home!”

“In here!” Katsuki hears his husband’s voice calling from the bedroom.

As he walks through the apartment, he notices there’s nothing cooking, and no delicious smells coming from the kitchen. How odd, if Izuku says he’s doing something, the man always does it. Where he was a mess, his husband was the glue that kept them balanced.

“Hey babe, I thought you said dinner…” when Katsuki walks into the bedroom, the words die away on his tongue.

“is served,” a cheeky Izuku giggles and finishes the sentence.

“Holy… mother…”

There his blushing husband sat on his shins in the middle of their bed that is just covered in yellow green rose petals. Izuku was clothed in a red silk robe, with his green hair tousled, and the robe front opened slightly to reveal the pale milky skin beneath it. God damn he looked like a Christmas present that Katsuki was all but happy to open.

Izuku giggles even more at his husband’s gawking and sways the ends of his robe’s sash to break the stare. Because of the tour schedule, this had been the longest time they’d spent apart since their relationship began, and he just wanted to do something special. Okay, that was a partial truth.

“Go take a quick shower Kacchan, and I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

“Hell yes!” Well no one had to tell him twice, as shoes and clothing were stripped and tossed on his quick exit towards the bathroom. The blonde whipped through a shower in probably 5 minutes, drying himself off and walking back out buck naked. Katsuki really had no shame what-so-ever.

He grins at his sweet little mouse on the bed, who still sat in the same position toying with the sash. “Need help with that,” he teases, gaining a coquettish smile and nod. Katsuki climbs over the mattress, sitting in front of Izuku, and takes hold of the ends, “yeah we don’t need this anymore,” he pulls and tosses the sash aside for maybe later. Next, he runs his hands under the edges of the robes opening, sliding them up against Izuku’s chest until they reach the man’s shoulders and slowly slips the silken fabric down his arms.

With the robe added to the spattering of discarded clothing, Katsuki moves in, peppering his husband’s skin with kisses. He pulls the man up till they’re both on their knees, with the smaller man’s legs constrained between his thighs. Their bodies pressed up against one another, he continues covering Izuku’s neck with light little nips and pressured kisses, suckling, teasing every inch as his tongue eases its way up to the man’s jaw, and pulling delicious tender mewls from the mouse.

Katsuki never would have thought that such soft and tender love making would appeal to him, but his husband opened him up to a whole new world of pleasure. He loved the sensual acts and making Izuku purr with each new touch, or moan from every delectation he provided gave a boost to his ego that a million screaming fans couldn’t even hold a candle to. It was a powerful high for the Rockstar that had him hooked like a drug.

Izuku weaves his hands around his husband, stroking long strides up and down the skin. He trails the muscular ridges and seams, teasing little rivulets of quivers along the plane, then rounds Katsuki’s rear end, giving the firm flesh a good squeeze. His fingers travel lower, just enough and pulse the middle ground between the man’s ass and balls, rubbing strong tight circles over the convergence of nerves.

The blonde freezes and moans at the contact. “Don’t,” he growls and bites Izu’s ear, “my way, tonight.” Katsuki has a plan and it involves torture of a different kind.

The smaller man whines but gives in to his husband’s demand… for now. Turn out being a minx was a kink he’d come to enjoy being, at least in bed.

As one hand manipulates his husbands throat, the other snakes it’s way behind his back. Katsuki trails his nails along the spine, creating little ripples of the muscles in response, and shivers threading through Izuku’s frame. When it reaches the lower back, he flattens his palm over the skin, pressuring the hips to move forward. He couples the move with a grind of his own pelvis, earning a deeper moan from his love at the friction of their cocks writhing against each other.

Skin to skin, their bodies grind in a slow rhythm of music only known to themselves. Izuku tries to take hold of his husband’s cock but is rebuffed and reprimanded with another, sharper prick of Katsuki’s canines against his bare throat.

“Not yet,” the blonde murmurs while still teasing kisses. “I’ll tie your hands if you keep being a brat.”

“But you must be tired,” his husband whimpers, “I wanna help too.”

“Never tired for you, mouse.”

“Please,” Izuku makes another move to grab Katsuki’s dick, but is thwarted when the man simply grabs him by the forearms and lifts them up.

Using gravity to his advantage, Katsuki pushes the man onto his back and pins his hips down with his own. He grabs the discarded robe sash and binds Izuku’s wrists, keeping them above his head. “I warned you,” he grins, happy to enjoy the view. His husband wriggles and pulls slightly at the bindings, but cannot compete against the larger, heavier man who has him pinned. “I bet you did that on purpose,” Katsuki chuckles.

“Maybe…” Izuku smirks. His preference was for the sensual, but after months of only self-pleasure to sustain him, he was hungrier than usual.

“I know,” Katsuki kisses his lips, long and hard. “I was lonely too, all the more reason I want this to last.”

While still holding Izuku down with one hand, Katsuki lifts up his midsection to shift leg positions from the outside to the inside. His husband happily obliges and spreads his legs apart. Once fixed between the man’s thighs, he lets his weight settle and pin down pelvis on pelvis.

Izuku wraps his legs around Katsuki’s, cinching in a hold with his feet below the ass cheeks. It was about all he could control. He uses the leverage to help him grind harder against the man’s cock and bring himself some relief in the process. It was painful how hard he was. He could feel the sheen of sweat from the heat swirling in the area lubricating his movements.

The truth was, Katsuki could have kept Izuku from moving around, but instead allowed the man to keep up the grinding while he focused on other areas. He was having too much fun teasing the pale flesh of his husband’s throat and leaving flushed red reminders of his progress. It made him feel like an animal, laying their claim. But he muses to himself, there were definitely going to be bruises in the morning, he smiles between the kisses. He pulls Izuku’s nipple into his mouth, rimming the pert little button with his tongue, and vexing the sensitive skin through his teeth.

“Kacc—han…”

His husband reacts with a high-pitched rasp and arching of his body to ply the blonde’s mouth deeper. In response, Katsuki sucks harder on the nipple and gains another garbled version of his name. Yes! These were the sounds he wanted to hear! He moves on to the other nipple, giving it the same rough treatment and earning his rewards. Back and forth he tortures his delectable little mouse, until the man is panting and fighting hard against his restraints.

“Please…” Izuku begs through his gasps and rocks his hips firmly against his husbands. The desperation to be filled by Katsuki and feel the heat of his cock driven deep within him was making him delirious. All the oral ministrations were amazing, but they were driving him insane! “Please,” he whimpers again when Katsuki sits up to gauge his next move.

Seeing Izuku so flushed and feverish sent a pang straight to Katsuki’s groin. The man was covered in a sheen of moisture and precum was leaching out of his dick. He trails his tongue along the seam of his lips. Izu’s eyes were half-lidded and looking up at him with such wanton desire that he couldn’t help but finally give in… at least partially.

After three years he knew that look. Like a switch being triggered on the blonde. Realizing that Katsuki was ready to give him what he wanted, Izuku relaxes his legs to give the man room to move. He stays still, with his arms compliantly above his head, just motioning to the bottle of lubricant he’d placed next to the pillow earlier.

The blonde growls a favorable sonant and grabs the lube. He shifts his husband’s hips up, but when he reaches under to ply the man’s entrance with the lubricant, he discovers something else the man had prepared. “Damn,” Katsuki grabs the small handle of the plug, “you really wanted to be ready for me huh mouse?”

“Are you upset?” Izuku winces. “I just really missed you.”

“Hell nah, I ain’t mad,” Katsuki caresses the man’s backside and leans down slightly as he plants a quick kiss on his husband’s lips. “Relax,” he whispers as he sits back up and starts to pull.

Izuku does as he’s told, relaxing his muscles so his husband can easily remove the plug. He then waits with abated breath, watching in heady anticipation as Katsuki slathers his dick and then Izuku’s entrance with the lubricant. His eyes roll back at just the barest of stimulation. The sensation of the man’s fingers toying with his ready flesh, then feeling something press up ready to enter him was all he’d been craving for.

No talking… No sound… Just the pressure of being filled as Katsuki pushed through at a leisurely pace. When Izuku cracks a peak to see just why, he sees his husband staring down with the widest grin, just watching his dick slowly disappear. The man was utterly enjoying the view and somehow that made Izuku glow, knowing how much this man loved being with him.

Fully seated in his husband, Katsuki rocks leisurely, just once along the full length, observing Izuku’s anguish at how gingerly he was toying with him. Another slow and agonizing thrust again pulls a pained sigh. He grins and continues for a few more rounds, all the while watching the man’s silent thirst multiple. Sensual didn’t have to mean boring, oh no, Katsuki has learned, it could be pure and unadulterated torture.

The blonde shifts positions back to missionary and once prone and plugging his husband, Katsuki covets Izuku’s mouth, plying his tongue with his own. His hands apply pressure, forcing the man’s hips down as he grind upwards. He counsels every moan or whimper and tampers it down with a dance of his tongue.

In response, Izuku wraps his legs around Katsuki’s thighs and arches his back into a different angle. His gasping squeals are swallowed by the blonde after each buried thrust, and the friction… heavenly skin to skin grinding against one another, melding together in a slow rhythm. He could feel his cock squished been their bodies, and every time Katsuki moved, it rubbed along the length as if it were being caressed by his hand. Not that it matter much, Izuku’s mind was being pulled in several directions, and his body pleasured in more ways than one. His senses were saturated by the mixture of heat, starry images behind his eyelids, and the scent of their love making filling the room.

But every time Katsuki could feel the building climax, he slowed his movements to a crawl, or stayed deeply rooted as he doles out sloppy kisses over other areas of his husband’s skin. “I fucking love you so much mouse,” he murmurs unexpectedly, before adding more nibbles along the man’s neck.

“Mmmm… I love you too… Kacchan…” he purrs back.

“Mmm,” Katsuki hums in response.

The hums vibrations and breath fanning over Izuku’s skin sends rippling shivers all over his body with a piercing arrow straight to his soul. He’d never known such levels of physical pleasure before Katsuki, and Izuku was sure that no one would ever be able to satisfy him as well as he could. With his hands still loosely bound, he manages to weave them over the blonde’s head and threads his fingers through the back of the spikey tresses.

Katsuki moans and shudders when Izuku’s nails scrape against the scalp. He growls a punishment that falls on deaf ears as his husband continues the gest unimpeded.

Emboldened, Izu lets his nails ghost along the back of the blonde’s neck, earning a deeper moan and groveling growl. He giggles. “EEP!” Then squeals when Katsuki forcefully rocks his hips so hard, the man sees white.

“Enough?”

“Again,” the man whines.

“You, naughty brat,” Katsuki chuckles. He knows Izu wants him to go faster and harder, but he fights to resist. “No.”

“Aww.”

His husband’s cute pout only earns him one more thrust.

“Soon,” Katsuki nips Izu’s ear. “I’ll make you cry out my name soon enough, but first,” he sits back up on his haunches, “a little more pleasure for the mix.” He takes hold of his husbands cock and wraps his fingers around the shaft just below the head. Izu’s breathing falters and catches as the man’s thumb sweeps over the tip, plying the slit and spreading the drips of pre-cum over the sensitive skin.

“Kacch…” Izuku gasps. His body arches briskly and the muscles around Katsuki’s dick tighten sharply.

“Tch.” The blonde smirks as he reaches over for the discarded lube and applies a generous amount over the erection. “Poor mouse, you’re so hard for me aren’t ya.” Izu nods and whimpers, mewling when the man squeezes gently. Dear god he was beyond turned on by this point and if his husband went too fast, he might blow too quickly.

Katsuki’s semi-roughened fingers from playing guitar strings clash against the pliant and servile skin of Izuku’s cock. He glides his movements up and down, caressing the head before plunging the shaft in repetition. Squeezing, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb and all the while soaking in the writhing body it’s attached to. He holds Izuku’s hips in place so the man can’t squirm away. At times his grip digs into the flesh just to keep him still.

But when Katsuki adds his own hip action to the mix, Izu cries out and brings his hands over his face to bite down on his palm. Over stimulation from being fucked and masturbated at the same time triggers a babble of incoherent words. His vision grows blurry and his breathing more and more labored. Tears gather in his eyes clamped shut, and his legs solidify its lock around Katsuki’s frame. This is what he’d been craving! Izuku is losing what little strength he has in his legs and begins to pressure his husband to speed up his thrusts.

He could have countered his husband’s pulls, but Katsuki went with it, and increased the speed he was jerking off Izuku. Just a little more…. “Hold out for me,” the blonde grits out through his own panting. “Almost… there…”

“Kac-chan, please!” the stricken man begs for the sweet mercy of release.

Izuku fumbles for his own cock, as Katsuki’s hand starts to slip. They were both about to hit the edge and it was getting harder to focus. He stokes hard and fast while his husband makes short work of mounting him deeper.

A flash of light sears Katsuki’s vision for a split second as his orgasm strikes. He bites down hard and locks his jaw as he rides out the waves of seed filling his husband. Beneath him, the smacking sounds of the sieges he’s levying on his husband are drowned out by the broken high-pitched moans from Izu’s own climax.

“Holy shit,” he groans and practically collapses onto Izuku, too tired and spent. Months of pent up sexual frustration really took its toll. “Damn, I missed that.”

Izuku’s legs felt like rubber and drop like dead weight onto the mattress. He does what he can with his wrists still bound, cradling the back of Katsuki’s head, and threading his fingers through the blonde locks. “Me too, Kacchan…. Me too.” Soon enough, he hears the light pattern of breathing and sees that his husband has fallen asleep on top of him. Izuku smiles and kisses the man’s forehead, before closing his own eyes. Home where he belongs…

#bakudeku #bakudeku fan fic #bakudeku fanfiction #katsudeku #katsudeku fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #Midoriya izuku #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bakudeku smut #bnha au #bnha edit #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #kacchan #deku #deku x kacchan

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dangermousie · 4 years ago

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Ahahahahahahahahahahahahha

Now that I finished the novel, I am reading the extras, which range from fine to awesome; even the ones I didn’t love as much are sweet - the goofy little modern au has NGS x YWX planning a wedding which is exactly what I needed in my life, thank you kind author; not to mention CWN as a cop embarrassed that his mega tall adult boyfriend wants to drag him to fluffy cartoon movies heh is the best and seeing little kid Moran and CWN build an ant palace is kinda adorable; and Xue Meng having his family back etc.

But the above bit, from a “this is a few years later and there is absolutely no adventure or epic stuff going on, they are just living their life” story made me laugh so hard!

It’s just as well that Chu Wanning has such high ability to put up with craziness. Think about it - his boyfriend literally has two personalities, the dominant one being Moran, but the sliver of unintegrated soul that is Taxian Jun popping out occasionally, and CWN is all yup, that’s totally fine, and takes it in stride.

I actually really love that Moran’s souls didn’t fully integrate into one another - I mean all of them did, except for the sliver Taxian Jun had after he was reanimated by Shimei, because that sliver has been apart for so long, it’s resisting and finding it difficult. I think I like it so much because it fits the theme of the novel which is things that happened cannot be fully repaired, you just have to work with what you have and live your best life despite the scars. It’s like the fact that Chu Wanning’s core, that cracked when he was a teen, is never going to be repaired. He will always have the chest scar, and his core will always be powerful but fragile. It’s the same with Moran - he is never going to be fully whole, fully fixed, fully “normal” after all the stuff he went through. But even if he was broken, he’s glued back together and cracks or no cracks, he accepts it and moves on and is happy.

The other thing I really love is that Taxian Jun’s sliver - without Shimei’s compulsion, with the flower hold gone - is not the way TXJ was in his rage and madness. He’s willful and arrogant and childishly straightforward, and he really doesn’t care for people outside of CWN but he is not evil or rageful or mad. He loves CWN and wants to please CWN and CWN is basically his connection to the world and functionality - he may not have any inherent objection to murdering people, for example - he doesn’t have a deep in his bones this is wrong feeling. But it would never occur to him to go on a killing spree not just because he has no interest but, more importantly, because he knows CWN would not like it and he does not want CWN not to like what he does. In a way it’s like a leashed id portion of someone’s brain if it makes sense.

Anyway, I just love the concept of my OTP, with matching chest scars and cracked souls, living peacefully in the woods and eating food and healing and arguing about small things and keeping a ridiculous dog who CWN scolds but lets get away with murder and just having never-ending, healing peace.

#cnovel #2ha #husky and his white cat shizun

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swtltlmrvlgrl · 5 years ago

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Is it Real (Part 4)

Summary: Bestfriend AU. The reader asks Steve to pretend to be her boyfriend for “research” and Steve refuses. But then a person from the past resurfaced and Steve suddenly changed his mind.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Warning/s: None!

A/N: Y/N = Your Name. Enjoy reading! I don’t proofread so I apologize in advanced for any misspelling other awkward grammar here. If you know beta readers out there, I think I might need one now. Heh. I don’t know the whole beta reading process so please teach me too.

Number of Words: 1,323

Part 1 - Part 2- Part 3 - Part 4

Knock knock.

The weight of the paper bag that you were carrying seemed a little heavier. Why am I so nervous, you thought. Maybe I should just – The sound of footsteps coming towards the door stopped you from running away. The light from the room escaped and the creak of the door echoed the dark hallway.

“Hey, Y/N.” Bucky greeted, with a confused or sleepy expression – you can’t really tell.

You raised your free hand in response, “Hey, Bucky! You’re up early.”

“Well not really.” He yawned. “I just came back from work. Come in.” Bucky moved a little, making enough space for you to enter the door.

“I’m actually on my way to work so I can’t really stay.” You said. “Is Steve there?”

“Steve...?” The sound of his voice faded when he turned his head to look for Steve. “I think he’s taking a bath. What’s up?”

You raised the paper bag and handed it over to Bucky. “Well... I bought too much food yesterday so...”

Bucky chuckled. “So you made breakfast for us?”

“Yeah.” You paused. “I also made lunch for Steve.”

Bucky must’ve noticed your voice slightly crack during that last sentence but his kindness probably stopped him from commenting on it. Instead, he ruffled your hair and took the paper bag from your hands.

“You know Y/N,” he said. “In case you want to change your mind about Steve, I’m always available.”

You took Bucky’s hand on your head and sandwiched it between yours. “Thank for worrying for me, Buck.” You let go of his hand and said “Let’s see if I change my mind about Steve after one week.” You quipped.

“I’m sure you will.” He winked in response.

You chuckled and lightly tapped Bucky’s right arm. “I’ll be going now.”

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A few moments after you left, Steve stepped out of the shower – his bath towel neatly wrapped around his lower body. When he was about to enter his room, he felt a small object hit his forehead, which eventually fell to the floor.

Steve touched the portion that the object hit. “What was that?”

“Note from your girlfriend.” Bucky answered while he was fixing the food for breakfast.

Steve picked up the crumpled piece of paper, opened it and read its contents. His lips formed a small curve and his eyes crinkled a little.

“You know,” Bucky said while chewing on his spam sandwich with cheese. “You can always take back the not-falling-in-love rule.”

Steve walked towards the refrigerator and placed a magnet on top of your note. “If only it was that easy.” he mumbled.

---

People always say that if you love your work, you feel like your not working at all, and you can deeply relate to that. Your decision to be a daycare teacher is one of the best decisions that you made in your life. Some would tell you that working in an actual school would be better, but there is a certain sense of connection with the children in daycare that you wouldn’t trade for anything else. You’re happy.

After double checking if all the child had gone home, you fixed the papers and documents on the table and pulled. Since Dot and the other teachers already left, you had to make sure that all the things were in their proper place.

The shelf was too high for you, so you pulled a chair and placed it under the shelf. You took off your shoes and stepped on the chair. It was a little wobbly because the nearest chair that you grabbed had wheels but you were able to steady yourself and then grabbed the box filled with documents. While you were slowly reached out for the top shelf, it was as if your toes ran out of energy to sustain your tiptoe, your balance faltered and you slipped.

You closed your eyes in anticipation for the fall that did not happen. Instead of the carpeted floor, you found yourself falling into someone’s arms.

“Steve!” you shouted, when you realized that he broke your fall.

Steve prompted you up, grabbed the box and swiftly placed it on the shelf. “You should’ve chosen a steadier chair, you know.” He pulled the chair, that you were once standing on and pointed at it, gesturing you to take a seat.

After sitting down, Steve pulled you closer, knelt in front of you and grabbed your right foot. “Were you hurt?”

“No.” you answered. You pulled your foot, stood up and jumped to show Steve that you weren’t hurt at all. “I guess my body’s already used to getting hurt – OUCH!” Much to your dismay, you dislocated something somewhere in your foot. The pain prompted you to sit down again.

Steve sighed. “Is your first-aid kit still in the blue canvass bag?”

“Yes.”

He picked the bag and searched for the bandage, which he neatly wrapped around your calf and foot.

The process of waiting for Steve to finish wrapping your foot gave you time to notice that Steve was acting strange. He’s unusually calm. You observed Steve’s movements and squinted your eyes (as if it will make your vision clearer), but Steve didn’t look mad and it didn’t look like he’s going to tease you any time soon. He just looks calm.

Steve was finishing up with your bandage when you leaned towards Steve and positioned yourself so your forehead can touch his forehead, and Steve was taken aback by your impulsive actions. “What are you doing?” He exclaimed.

“I was checking if you’re sick. You’re unusually calm and it’s scaring me.” You answered.

“Should I not be calm? I’m just putting on bandage.”

“Yes. I know.” You said. “But at times like this, you scold me or tease me, there’s nothing in between. Are you okay? Did I hit your head or something?”

“I’m fine.” Steve turned around, with one of his knee on the floor and his hands on his sides.

This is probably what makes your friendship with Steve special. Words aren’t necessary for you to understand each other. You just know what Steve wants to tell you. You took off your apron and gave the keys of the daycare center to Steve.

You moved your body closer to Steve and he reached for your legs and placed each leg on each of his side. You embraced him from the back and chuckled. “I wouldn’t have imagined getting a piggy back ride from Steve Rogers.”

“Why? Do you prefer being carried like a princess? I can adjust.” He teased.

---

Steve didn’t speak a word that you fell asleep, you were suddenly awaken with the sound of the ambulance that passed through.

“Steve.” You said, your voice was hoarse since you just woke up. “You’re still unusually quiet, what’s up?”

“If I talked you wouldn’t be able to sleep, right?” Steve continued. “You were up early, so I wanted you to rest. You made me breakfast and lunch so I can’t really scold you and tease you. And...” He paused. “I’m not your guardian. I’m your boyfriend.”

His voice sounded lower than usual, it was reassuring. ‘You’re not alone in facing Tom. You’re not alone in facing your feelings.’ was probably the message that he wants to tell you. Steve is kind, and his kindness has warmth and that warmth is very comforting.

“Thanks, Steve.” you whispered and you embraced him a little tighter.

---

After making sure that you were alright, Steve went back to his apartment unit . After closing the door he stretched his arms and went to the refrigerator. He pulled out a 350-mL bottle of ice-cold water and drank it all up. He closed the refrigerator door and saw your note for him again this morning. Steve touched it and it was as if the note magically made all the tired feelings go away.

Thank you for yesterday! Eat well!

From,

Your girlfriend ;)

Part 5

A/N: WOOOOOOAH. It’s been years! It just feels good to be able to write again but I tell you, it probably took like 3 months-worth of procrastination before I could finish this part but hey! Baby steps!! I have a vision of the direction of this story, I hope I can sustain this momentum!

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acrobaticcatfeline · 4 years ago

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Of Books, Brothers, and Broadway (Creativitwins College AU) Chapter Two!!!

Word Count: 3814

TW: Remus, Janus, ocean creatures, I.E. octopus, swearing, I think thats it?

Pairings: pining logince and dukeceit right now, mentioned established moxiety.

Notes: This is pages 4-11 of a current 24. I can like, literally not stop writing this it is a stream of consciousness and I haven’t felt this productive or creative in such a long time. We meet the other 5 in this finally! At this point with 24 pages I think the title should be Of Books, Brothers, Broadway, and Boys. So there’s a little hint. Listen I’m just desperate for soft.

Summary: Roman and Remus are trying to write a musical all while juggling their college courses and jobs. Remus and Roman both inadvertently end up introducing their friend group to their brother and two are pining hard for their brothers best friend. Meanwhile, Remus talks to his boss and gets some news that makes his day.

“Hiya Roman!!! Hey wait up a sec!”

Roman was walking through campus when he heard Patton trying to grab his attention over his headphones. He pulled the headset off his head and turned towards the energetic friend who was racing to catch him.

“Howdy Popstar! I missed you last period, where were you?”

Patton panted softly as he tried to catch his breath. He finally smiled up at Roman.

“Oh yeah, my boyfriend is at home sick and I lost track of time. I didn’t even think about it until his phone alarm went off for his online class, what did I miss?”

“Oh nothing much, another duet skit, lucky for you, you got paired with me!”

“Oh boy, what skit?”

“I’ll give you the packet when we get to class, but it's from midsummer nights”

“Ohhhh I love that play!!!”

Roman was just about to bring up the musical he and Remus had started, being called the magicians notebook, when JJ walked up. He gave a casual peace sign and Patton waved.

“What's up with our favorite preps today?”

“Well actually I was just about to tell Patton about this musical-”

Jay decided to jump in front of them, now walking backwards as he stared at Roman with barely restrained joy.

“Musical you say? What’s it called? Who made it? Do I know about it?”

Roman chuckled.

“It's actually one me and my brother are making”

“YOU'RE MAKING A MUSICAL!?”

Roman couldn't hold back the loud laughter at JJ’s response, he doubled over laughing, still smiling widely as JJ was bouncing on his heels and Patton stared at him in awe.

“Wow, you and your brother are making a musical?”

“Roman I don't think I have to explain to you just how mother fucking rad that is, I think you know that already, but whats it about? Do you have any songs yet? Do you have a name yet? Who's your brother? I have so many questions Roman I can't believe I wasn't the first person you told!!!”

“You were you dork! You and Patton are currently the only ones who know about it!”

“I need answers Roman!”

“Salutations Remus. I presume you got your portion of the assignment done… 2 minutes ago?”

Remus rushed to his seat as their professor started class. He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously.

“Am I that obvious Shakespeare?”

Logan stared at him emotionlessly. He looked him over then leaned his head on his hand.

“You are barely on time, cluing me in that you were preoccupied with something and lost track of time, your bag is still open, likely due to you shoving your laptop in it hurriedly without double checking the zipper, and of course, you looked sheepish as you sped in, hinting that you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing slash doing something you were supposed to have done earlier last minute, instead of proud like you do when you were wasting your time on something you felt justified in taking your time on”

Remus shrunk. Logan could always read him like an open book, though it was his fault for befriending the psychology major he supposes. He felt ready to be completely humiliated as Logan smirked and pulled up his phone.

“And of course, the text I got from you an hour ago warning me that you might run late because of the assignment was a nice bonus”

Remus felt his cheeks redden as he remembered messaging him. He probably shouldn't be so surprised and attacked and yet he turned his face towards their professor with a huff as he pulled out his notebook and textbook. He was startled out of his thoughts as he heard the hall door open suddenly. He turned towards the noise and snickered as he saw Virgil clambering towards them as quietly as possible.

“Mr. Storm I would appreciate that if you are late to class you attempt to cause less of a distraction to the rest of your peers”

“Y-yes sir, I’ll keep that in mind”

Remus had to cover his mouth as Virgil squeezed past them and took the spot on the other side of him. He gave him a quick look and went back to the text. A small piece of paper slipped in front of him as Virgil unpacked that asked if he had missed anything. Remus shook his head idly. The three kept quiet until the teacher released them. As they packed up, Logan started a conversation.

“What made you late Virge?”

“Huh? Oh, I'm not feeling great, I woke up feeling like shit. I was originally going to just stay home sick, but I remembered our project so here I am I guess”

“Oh, Vee, you could've texted us, you didn't have to come if you were dying”

“Meh, I spent too much on this class to miss it. Especially since it's one of my prereqs. I’ll survive”

“Well I guess if you're gonna be here we might as well take advantage of it. I don't have any more classes today, you guys want to get some writing done?”

“I suppose that would be amenable”

“Sure, but I need some caffeine first, haven't had any at all today”

“Good god how were you able to drive here?”

“I can function without coffee if I get enough sleep. I also am simply not addicted”

“Well that is ridiculous, you must not be human. But I could go for a soda right now. Want me to take orders and meet you guys at the library?”

“Lit. you know what I want”

“Oh my god, somebody needs to take your flashcards”

“If you like having 5 fingers on each hand I would recommend you not do that”

Remus was getting annoyed with his brother. He was quietly ranting on the phone at him in the study room he had booked with Logan and Virgil.

“Roman, I literally could not give a shit if you told your friends about the musical idea, I was gonna tell mine as well. … so fucking what if its my final? None of your friends are in any of my courses, I'm not scared they're gonna plagiarize me, you trust them, I'm sure that you have half a decent taste in friends. … Listen, I can't deal with all of you right now, I have a collaborative story I'm supposed to be working on, we can deal with this when I get home. Just like, have a glass of your shitty wine and maybe you'll calm down. I gotta go, i’ll see you later”

Logan smirked at him as he hung up. He did the lean again and god Remus could throw him into the wall.

“What's this about a musical I hear? I didn't take you for a song and dance guy”

Remus sighed, brushing his hand through his hair as he sat down in front of his computer.

“I'm not, but my brother is. When we were younger he said that we should make a musical together. And as a man of my word, I've been working on a book for a musical for him. He's already got a couple of songs written up for it and we’re working with it. It's actually not half bad. He may drive me insane, but he's talented at what he does”

Remus had just started typing when his phone alarm went off. His eyes widened and he scrambled to pack up again.

“SHIT!!! I have a meeting with my boss, they're giving me an octopus to care for I can't believe I forgot I'm such an idiot oh shit I'm gonna be late and they won't-”

Logan stopped his hands. He looked him calmly in the eyes with a small smile.

“Hey, we’ll pack for you and drop your stuff off for you, just go and get that octopus Remus”

Remus smiled gratefully and after checking he had his phone and keys, he ran to get home.

“Hello Dr. sanders! Please come in!”

The doctor smiled at him as he stepped inside. He glanced around the area idly with a smile.

“With how energetic and, well, chaotic you are at work I didn't expect your home to be so immaculate!”

“Heheh, yeah I prefer a clean canvas. Sorry not everything is in place, I kinda forgot about this until just a bit ago and had to rush out of a study group. It's usually cleaner than this, well, at least most of it is, my brother is a mess, but he has a completely separate space. Oh boy I’m talking a lot”

“It's fine kid. Mind showing me where you'd be keeping her?”

Remus nodded and led the doctor into his room, and suddenly he felt a little self conscious over all the terrariums in his room. Dr. Sanders paid his full attention to the fish tank.

“This is impressive, it's a nice little ecosystem for all of them, are you sure Cephy won't disrupt them all?”

“Oh! Yes, I did a little research on her breed and none of the fish in there are food for her, nor is she food for. I know she's super friendly and all these guys have been very receptive to new members in the past, my newest one is the angel fish but she doesn't seem to be bothered by bigger creatures. I also have a back up tank for worst case scenarios, and the fish don't bother my brother!”

“Only thing I'd say is, maybe add some driftwood or floating objects for her to lay on”

He then turned to look at the other tanks. He smiled as he saw the lizards scatter a bit. Remus felt like he was about to die.

“These are pretty nice! You have a nice assortment of reptiles here, where'd you get them?”

“Oh, um, just uh, just outside. A good amount of lizard friends come to our patio, and every once in a while they'll like, crawl up to me. My family says I’m the reptile whisperer heh”

“That's intriguing. Most of these species are loner types, were they hurt?”

“Um, some of them were, got beat up by a local cat or something I think”

“Huh. that's even more fascinating. Anyways, back to the point. You know the rules with Cephy right? You aren't in charge of buying her food or medication until we decide whether or not she can be released. If she doesn't cut it, we will likely have you keep her rather than attempt to remove her from familiarity and then she will become your responsibility alone. She may have an attitude the first few days from moving around, but for the most part she will integrate well I think. If any complications arise, you have my personal number, and I think that's it! We will send her home with you tomorrow with a week's supplies. Any questions?”

“No sir! Thank you so much, you won't regret this, I swear!”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you last week! We were asked to lower our number of interns!”

“What? Wait why are you telling me this?”

“Well, due to that we had to make some changes, and i'd like to formally offer you a full time job! And of course, by full time, I don't plan on changing your hours unless it works with your school schedule. We would love to keep you as one of our marine biologists once you graduate!”

“I- sir, thank you so much, I, I am so grateful! Wait, does that mean I can get even more hands on experience with the critters? Oh thank you so much!”

“Heh, you're one of our best workers, I figure it might be helpful to have a proper wage. But on that note, I really should be going, I have an appointment in an hour and it's a 45 minute drive from here”

“Oh, yeah! Yes, of course, here, I’ll show you out!”

When Roman got home he didn't expect to have Remus tackle him.

“Whats up Remus?”

“I PASSED!!! SHE'S COMING TOMORROW!!! AND I GOT A PROMOTION!!! ROMAN I GOT A RAISE, I'M GETTING AN EXTRA 5 DOLLARS AN HOUR I CAN'T BELIEVE MY LUCK!!!”

“Holy shit man, maybe you should be paying all the bills now, you make way fuckin more than I do at the cafe!”

“Oh, wait, fuck, Logan and Virgil are coming by fuck I gotta clean”

Roman just about died laughing as Remus ran around trying to tidy the place. It was only a few minutes before there was a knock on the door. Roman got it as Remus made a pot of coffee.

“Hello!”

“Hello Remus! We came to return your bag and your soda that you left at the library”

“Logan open your eyes, that's not Remus. Remus has a mustache you fool”

Logan opened his eyes to see Remus. But not Remus, Remus was more scruffy, and he was shorter, Remus was only a little taller than him, but the not Remus in front of him towered a good several inches over him. And the biggest difference to Logan, was Remus had auburn eyes, almost red, the not Remus in front of him had bright green eyes. Logan felt his cheeks redden. He looked down sheepishly after having stared.

“My apologies, you must be Remus’ brother. My name is Logan and this is Virgil”

“Well hello there Logan and Virgil, my name is Roman. Please, come in”

“Roman STOP FLIRTING!!!”

The two stepped in and laughed as Roman shouted back.

“I LITERALLY JUST SAID HELLO AND MY NAME OH MY GOD”

Logan and Virgil wandered in, meeting Remus in the living room, greeting them with a smile and cups of coffee. The two took them graciously and sat down at Remus’ request. While Remus stayed in the kitchen as he searched for snacks in the cabinet, Roman leaned against the wall, giving the guests a quick look over. He smiled faintly as he saw the glasses clad one, Logan he reminded himself, turn red at the attention.

“Roman did you ever go to the store and get what I asked you for?”

“Of course not, you didn't give me a list and I prefer to keep our phone calls to twice a month and I was out of calls”

“You're an idiot”

“Yeah I sorta went into the least brainy major I could find. You're supposed to be the brainy one”

Remus sighed as he brought out a plate of fruits and chips and dip. He shot a glare at Roman's smirk.

“What are you smirking about now?”

“Oh nothing, just a little offended that you hid your cute friends from me”

Roman nearly sputtered after the words left his mouth as Logan turned bright red. Virgil just rolled his eyes at him and Remus looked just about ready to smash his glass of coffee over Roman's head, but he stayed resolute.

“Roman, can't you just go flirt with a random tree? Or one of my lizards! Keith would love a boyfriend!”

“I would rather make out with an octopus”

“Well duh! Octopi are great kissers!”

“God you and Jay would get along so well I really need to introduce you two”

“Yeah sure I would, with one of your theatre nerd friends”

Virgil then sat up a bit. He looked between the twins with a grin.

“Oh wait, theatre nerds? You wouldn't happen to be the Roman my boyfriend keeps telling me about?”

“Depends, who is he?”

“Patton Corwyn”

“Oh fuck yeah! He's one of my best friends!”

“Then I agree with him, you would love Jay”

Remus grumbled something into his coffee. He sent another glare towards Roman as he set down his cup.

“Roman I know you don't know anything about courtesy, but you are making my friends uncomfortable, could you go do your messy things in your room or something?”

“Wait we aren't-”

“Lucky for you I've got a shift at the cafe in a bit, I just gotta change. Nice meeting you Logan, Virgil, see you later rem”

Roman gave a finger salute before diving into his room. Logan almost felt sad at his departure. He tried to focus back on his coffee and his computer screen but Virgil nudged him and sent him a knowing smirk. He glared at his screen instead.

“Does our bookworm have a crush?”

“Oh please do not have a crush on him he’ll be so cocky and dumb!”

“I, I don't have a crush, shut up, your apartment is just really warm. Shut up!”

He angrily typed away as the other two giggled at his bright cheeks. A door opened and Logan turned to see, and he really shouldn't have turned to see. Roman was wearing black slacks, a red button up shirt and a black half apron. And who said he was allowed to be so attractive? Roman gave him a quick wink before looking over at Remus.

“Is it my night for dinner?”

“Yes”

“K, I’ll text you when my shift is done and get your order. See you later”

“Cool, k, leave! I'm trying to study!”

“Ok ok!”

Logan wasn’t free of the teasing until he finally left.

“Good afternoon! Welcome to Dream Bean! What can I get for you today?”

“Hiya Roman! Strawberry acai with extra whipped cream large please?”

“Ah, Patton, I see your taste remains a slave to the pink drink, it'll be right up!”

“Don't shame me! It's sweet and healthy!”

“And has no caffeine, but I’ll leave it be, promise”

“Oh, and a blueberry muffin!”

“Alrighty! That'll be 7 dollars!”

Roman loved his job. The dream bean coffee shop had higher prices than the local Starbucks, but they had better drinks and food in his humble opinion. The college students in the town were spoiled, they got discounts at the place and most alumni swore by the little shop. It was a staple of the town, and Roman had been coming to it for as long as he can remember. He paid no attention to the fact that both his friends had decided to nestle in a corner of the little shop far longer than they were technically supposed to. That is, until he clocked out, making himself a cafe mocha before popping over to the booth the two had stolen away to. He raised his eyebrow at them as he took a sip of his drink.

“What brings you two here?”

“Can't we just want some of the best coffee in the world?”

“Considering Patton didn't get coffee, and from the looks of it you got a hot chocolate with a shot of espresso, no, no you can't”

“Ok so we wanted to know more about your musical! Sue us!”

“Hmm, how about I tell you about it on a walk, if Patton tells me why he didn't mention that his boyfriend is friends with my brother. And why you didn't introduce me to Logan”

“Deal!”

Patton giggled as he brought his new cup of coffee to his lips. He and Virgil stood and followed Roman out the door.

“I didn't know your brother and Vee were friends! He must be Remus then right?”

“Mhmm. whole family of mythology names, my uncle's name is Romulus”

“Hmm! I haven't actually met him, Virgil doesn't bring his friends over a lot. But why are you more upset about not knowing about Logan?”

“I mean, hes hot as fuck, would’ve liked to talk t him more but I had to leave for work before I could say much more than hello or goodbye. He looks smart. Wouldn't take him for a creative writing guy”

“Oh he's a psych major, he wants to write scientific journals and studies and stuff. There wasn't a minor choice for journalism, so he figured creative writing would fulfill the same things. He's actually really talented, he writes lots of sci-fi and fantasy things, he's a huge nerd, but he's really sweet”

“He blushed at like anything I said, it was adorable. Remus almost killed me”

“Ok as much as I love hearing your tea on guys, I do not care about this near as much as I care about this musical”

Patton and Roman both devolved into a mess of laughter at JJ’s insistence about the musical. Roman pulled out his phone with a grin and gave Jay a sympathetic look.

“Ok, let me text Remus for his dinner order and then I’ll tell you all about it”

Remus just about groaned when he heard keys jingle in the door. He was sprawled across the couch, legs over the top of it and his head and arms draped on the floor. He was even more tempted as he heard more voices mix with his brothers. He shouted across the apartment when the door opened.

“YOU NEED TO STOP EXISTING, LOGAN WOULDN'T STOP THIRSTING OVER YOU THE WHOLE TIME HE WAS HERE!”

“Too bad, he's kinda cute!”

Remus fell off the couch as Roman and his friends walked in. mostly because one of them was hot as balls. He hoped beyond hope that he was the Jay Roman had mentioned from earlier. Jay had a face full of scars on one side of his face, and wore a pastel yellow shirt with a jean vest covered in pins. He also wore a deep yellow beanie. Remus couldn't look away as he stood up again.

“Oh! Uh hello! Roman’s friends!”

The other one smiled brightly, just about as bright as his pastel blue jumper and white suspenders. He held out one hand, the other filled with bags of food. Remus shook his hand.

“Hiya! I'm Patton! And you're the Remus my boyfriend keeps talking about!”

“Hello! That must mean that you are Jay?”

Jay stuttered after actually getting a good look at him. He nodded and smiled back at him.

“You can um, you can call me Janus! If, if you want that is! Um, Roman told us about the musical you two are writing and it's really cool! I uh, I know it's gonna be great!”

Remus grinned, and let out a giggle as Roman leaned on him. Janus hissed at him and swatted at Roman’s arm.

“Be careful not to corrupt this one, he's a baby”

“I AM 19 YEARS OLD YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!”

“And a freshman. This makes you babey. Regardless, I know you are also a weirdo who loves reptiles, and my brother has a collection that i'm sure he would be delighted to show you”

“repTILES?!”

At that, Janus started bouncing and god, Roman was right, he is babey. Remus grins and nods excitedly as well.

“I can do that! I'd love to show off my babies! But dinner first, I've been begging Roman to let us have Thai food for weeks!”

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nijiirorhyme · 4 years ago

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NaruMitsu/WrightWorth Fic: Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter 3

NaruMitsu/WrightWorth Fic: Lights, Camera, Action!

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Ship: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma

Warnings: None

Tags:Alternate Universe - Actors, Other Additional Tags to be Added, More characters to be added

Description: Rookie actor Phoenix Wright can not believe his luck as he scores his first major acting role in one of the most anticipated movies of the year. But, what was better than starring in one of the most anticipated films of the year? Starring in one of the most anticipated films of this year with famous actor Miles Edgeworth.

A Wrightworth acting au where two dorks (eventually) fall in love!

Chapter 3/?

Alternatively, it can be read here!

Text below cut!

October 5th 1:05pm

Cafe Aroma

It finally made sense to Phoenix. As he was staring at the two of them chatting in their own little world along with the light blush that appeared on Franziska’s face, the strings that Maya pulled were actually the heart strings of the young manager.

‘Who would have thought…’ Phoenix brought his hot cup of coffee to his mouth, gingerly taking a sip before setting it back down. Phoenix casted his gaze at the man that sat across from him. He wished that the two of them could talk as animatedly as the other pair did.

The cafe Maya chose for the four of them to meet at was one she often frequented, Cafe Aroma. In fact, she went there so often that the majority of the employees would recognize Maya’s vibrant voice the moment she walked through the door with the little jingle of the overhead bell. It was a short distance away from the studio-- about a ten minute walk from the front gate. And it was because of this distance that it would be no uncommon feat if one saw a celebrity here. The first thing one would notice when opening the door was the warm and rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. The entire cafe gave off a very intimate atmosphere, further accentuated by the warm, cozy array of colours that painted the entire place; the dark cocoa brown wooden panels that hugged the bottom portion of the walls paired with a lighter-- almost beige shade that filled in the space above it. Above each black stained table with the exception of the widow seats that faced outward towards the street, several abstract paintings aligned the walls, most of them too abstract for Phoenix to even tell what they were. From the dim lighting, to the warm comforting atmosphere, one could stay here for hours while listening to the soft piano they played over the speakers.

All of that was nice and all, but what really got Phoenix’s attention were their cinnamon sugar donuts. Seriously, paired with their signature blend, they were amazing.

Taking a bite of the fried pastry, Phoenix dusted his crumbs off on his pants before trying to engage in small talk with the man. “So,” he awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his head like he usually did when he was nervous. “This cafe’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Quite.” Edgeworth responded in a deadpanned tone, taking a sip from his own mug, one filled with tea instead of coffee.

Phoenix took another sip in hopes that it would dispel the awkward atmosphere from the two before attempting to strike up a conversation once more, “So… How long have you been acting?” He asked, which he instantly regretted right after because he already knew the answer. He inwardly cringed at himself, ‘Nice going, Phoenix. You just had to ask.’

Edgeworth paused momentarily, giving his answer a thought before he spoke. “I can’t quite remember, but I started sometime when I was six.”

Phoenix was pleasantly surprised at the honest response. It seemed that Edgeworth truly had a passion for the art that he put the majority of his life into. He couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes softened as it looked like he was reminiscing upon the several memories he had created throughout his career. Phoenix made a mental note, talking about acting was the way to get Edgeworth to speak to him. After all, they both had it in common seeing how it was both of their livelihoods (though one was more successful than the other).

“Wow, you must’ve acted in a lot of movies, huh…” Phoenix trailed off, when suddenly another question popped into his head. He wanted to keep the conversation going as much as he could, even if it meant he sounded a little bit like an interviewer. “What was your favourite movie to work on?”

A pause once more, followed by an answer. “There are several movies that I’ve enjoyed working on, but the one I particularly liked working on was The School of Dreams.”

“Oh! That’s one of my favourite movies! An oldie, but a classic. But funny you should say that because…” Phoenix stroked his chin. “I don’t remember you being in it…”

Edgeworth paused mid-motion as he was taking a sip from his mug. He set it down, pointing his eyes into one of the glares he had shot at Phoenix the moment they first met. Phoenix seemed to have offended him. “I was one of the main characters, Wright.”

Suddenly, it all came back to him. The grey hair, those stone grey eyes… How did he blank on such an important detail? It was one of the first movies he ever remembered watching. In fact, he could even recall the exact time in his life he watched it…

It was a Saturday afternoon in his sophomore year of high school. A sleepy Phoenix who had not a single clue what he was going to do after high school found himself alone at home that day. Sitting on the couch as he cradled a bowl of cereal and milk with one arm and held the TV remote in his other hand, he flipped it to any random channel he found, stopping when he saw the title of the movie pop up on the screen. Sure, he missed the opening of the movie, but there was at least the rest of the movie to enjoy-- and enjoy he did. As a young Phoenix continued to watch, he couldn’t help but notice how phenomenal the actor who looked to be the same age as him was. His eyes gravitated towards him, as if the young man on the screen shined the brightest in the movie. He knew nothing about acting and once it was done, all he could do was remain awestruck.

This movie revolved around a delinquent—played by the young Miles Edgeworth—who continues to get mixed up with the wrong crowds at school. Without telling his parents anything, he continues to live a life where he receives blow by blow and delivers blow by blow to those who seek to challenge him until he is the most feared high schooler among his peers. One day, he meets a boy who transfers into his class and changes his life for the better. By the end of the movie, the two of them are the best friends and plan on attending the same university together. Not only did the transfer student teach the delinquent boy how warm it was to have a friend that understands you, but more importantly, the feeling of belonging he had always dreamed of having with someone. It was a beautiful and touching story of how the two helped each other grow individually, as well as together.

Phoenix recalled trying to blink the tears that pricked his eyes away. He had never felt so moved by a movie before. At that moment, something in his soul had ignited, as if he had finally found what he truly wanted to do. So, he wanted to follow the footsteps of the young man portraying the delinquent and become an actor of the same caliber.

‘Who would have thought that same actor that inspired you would become your co-worker…’ He was a bit shocked at how fate had a funny way of playing tricks on people.

It took a moment for him to recollect his thoughts before he spoke again, “Oh… That’s right that’s right-- heh, no pun intended. How could I have forgotten?” He let out an awkward chuckle to mask the heat he felt creeping up onto his face, dusting his cheeks a rosy pink. It would feel a bit embarrassing to admit that watching a movie that Edgeworth starred in when he was younger was the reason as to why he became an actor after that blunder, so he decided it was best to stay quiet on the matter.

He saw Edgeworth roll his eyes at the pun he made with his own last name. Get it, “right”, “Wright”? It was the oldest joke in Phoenix’s book. Usually, this elicited two reactions from the people he told it to: they either chuckled a little bit because the realization dawned upon them that they sounded the same, or they awkwardly chuckled alongside him in order not to make him feel bad at such a lousy pun. This man surely was neither of those people.

“Though honestly, I don’t know how you do it,” Phoenix looked down at the table at his hands clasped together. He was about to say something sort of embarrassing, but he might as well. It wasn’t like he didn’t make himself look out to be a fool already or anything. “You’ve brought so many characters to life over the years, but I’m still having trouble trying to figure out what I should do to make Ruth Liss believable.”

Edgeworth cleared his throat, “Well, it certainly isn’t an easy task, Wright. After all, there are a lot of eyes on us to make sure we do it right.”

“Yeah, there are.” Phoenix agreed. In the end, that was the goal for all actors once they picked up a script. It was their job to bring a character to life. But that was something he definitely needed to work on. Just then, an idea popped into his mind. What Phoenix was about to say was indeed, a long shot, but at least he could say he tried. “So… since you know all the ropes… I was wondering if you could, you know… give me some advice maybe? Or maybe we could practice together some time?”

Ever so slightly, Edgeworth’s eyes widened. He seemed taken aback, which made Phoenix nervous. Would he decline? Accept? The man looked as if he had the response on the tip of his tongue, when an oddly familiar ringtone sounded from across the table.

Maya gasped, “Is that the Steel Samurai opening?!”

Then, the most unexpected thing happened. He witnessed Edgeworth fish his phone out from his pants pocket, then after checking the caller id with a tsk, set the phone on the table, completely disregarding the call he received on his personal cell phone a few seconds ago. The ringtone went silent, leaving Maya’s voice to be the only thing ringing in Phoenix’s ears.

“Mr. Edgeworth, you’re a Steel Samurai fan too?!” Maya’s eyes were practically sparkling. One glimpse at her could tell Phoenix that she was ecstatic.

‘Here we go again…’ Every time Maya happened to meet another fellow Steel Samurai fan, she would lock them into conversing with her about it. This was not a hard task though, as Maya was the one who tended to carry the conversation when speaking about her favourite show. Usually when this occurred, Phoenix would be waiting for at least half an hour.

“Perhaps a little…” Edgeworth mumbled. Was it Phoenix, or did he look slightly embarrassed?

“A little?!” Maya scooted her chair closer to Phoenix, their shoulders touching as she reached over to point at the dangling charm that was attached to his cellphone. “You even have the limited edition steel Steel Samurai phone strap?! How did you even get one of those?! I tried to have Nick get me one, but they sold out just as he was about to get to the front of the line.” She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed and cheeks puffed up.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault someone couldn’t leave the house on time.” Phoenix retaliated.

“Yeah, it was you!” Maya accused. “You couldn’t find where you put your house keys!”

Phoenix paused, that was right. He was the one at fault. “... Oh, you’re right. Sorry, Maya.”

She crossed her arms, “When they release the steeler Steel Samurai limited edition keychain, you owe me one.”

‘... How could something be “steeler than steel”?!’

Phoenix sighed, “Alright, alright, I do. Next time, I’ll just ask Will instead.” Since he was close enough to the man at this point, he could at least ask him to do him a solid.

“So, Mr. Edgeworth, you like the Steel Samurai too?” Maya turned the conversation back to him with absolute delight evident on her face.

“It’s not like that-”

“Indeed he does.” Franziska interjected, cutting Edgeworth off. Her usual smug smirk remained plastered on her face as she rested her chin in her hand, the index finger on her other hand wagging pointedly. “Let’s not forget about the Steel Samurai statue that you have in your office-”

“Enough, Franziska.” Edgeworth snapped back, his face gradually turning redder and redder as the conversation continued.

Taking this new information into account, an idea popped into Phoenix’s mind. If he knew Will Powers, the man who played the Steel Samurai himself, then perhaps he could strike a deal… “Edgeworth, if I got you a Steel Samurai autograph, would you practice together with me?”

Not a single second passed when, “I don’t suppose I have a reason to refuse such an offer.” He answered, a bit too eagerly. “Franziska and Ms. Maya can work out the details later, but I believe I should have some time next week.”

“Great, I’ll see you then,” Phoenix couldn’t help the smile that seeped out onto his face from the satisfaction of success he felt on the inside. He outstretched his hand again. This was the ticket, the way he could finally get some hands-on experience. With Edgeworth’s guidance, he was going to make Ruth Liss the most nefarious man to exist.

Much to Phoenix’s surprise, he felt a warm, but firm hand grasp his own. “I, as well.”

As the conversation concluded, Franziska pushed herself up from her chair, “Well, our business here is done. Come now, we have a photoshoot to attend to. That foolish fool will be here any minute with the car.”

“Aw, leaving so soon, Franny?” Maya pouted.

“Unfortunately, I must. But next time, I will try to stay longer.” Franziska gave the girl a small, but gentle smile. “Oh, and Phoenix Wright…”

Phoenix’s ears picked up on his name being called. “Hm? Ow! Ouch! What was that for?!” A cool, leather whip thrashed at him, causing the skin underneath his suit to sting. He had just gotten a thrashing from Franziska’s whip and for no reason he could think of, at that.

“Just because you sport the face of a fool who deserves it. Now, the two of us will be off.” Grabbing her binder off the table, the two took their leave, leaving a satisfied Phoenix, and a satisfied Maya to their own devices.

“Well, what did you think, Nick? Isn’t Franny just the nicest person in the world?” She asked, her voice as sweet as honey. Phoenix could practically see the hearts in her eyes; she seemed quite smitten with one Franziska von Karma.

‘Nicest?! She just whipped me!’ “She was… something to say the least.” He opted to say instead. He downed the rest of his coffee, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. For some reason, this conversation renewed his spirits, his motivation to get better replenishing by the second.

‘A week from now. I have a week to show him what I’ve got!’

October 5th, 11:00pm

Edgeworth’s Penthouse

Miles Edgeworth was something of a busy man. No matter how many times his schedule had been packed to the brim, the tiredness he would feel after a day’s work was something that he would never get used to.

He unlocked the door to his place, greeted by the energetic dog he had meticulously raised since he had found the time to do so.

“Pess, it’s late. Why aren’t you asleep? Were you waiting for me?” Looking down at the dog with loving affection softening all of his facial features, a tender smile graced his face as he reached down to pet the pomeranian nuzzling against his leg. Edgeworth’s heart practically melted when he heard him bark back in response.

He set down his keys and scooped him up in his arms, to which he took the opportunity to lap at his face. He chuckled, “What did I do to deserve such a loyal dog?”

Miles gently set Pess back onto the floor, who darted from the front door to the slightly ajar bedroom door. He turned to look back at Miles, which Miles perceived to be his dog’s own way of telling him, “come here”.

Miles’ smile widened, “Alright, alright. I guess it’s time to get ready for bed.”

11:25PM

Miles slipped off his slippers and settled into bed, pulling the covers up over his entire body. At night right before he fell asleep, this was the time his brain was the most alert. Most of the nights where he had trouble falling asleep, for he was afraid of the nightmares that would plague his dreams, he would reflect on the day’s events, this one being no exception. All in all, talking to the man wasn’t such a bad experience in itself. Surely, he was a bit clumsy and awkward and just a little bit of an idiot, but what today’s conversation showed Miles was how dedicated he was. It truly seemed as if Wright wanted to improve and it made him feel a bit guilty for treating him so coldly the first time he met him. It had been a while since he had interacted with someone as inexperienced as Phoenix. After all, he had been taught that people of his stature shouldn’t interact with people like him.

“You don’t need to talk to any of these nobodies; you are leagues above them. Friends? Forget about such a notion. In this industry, you can never trust a single soul.” The words of his late mentor echoed in his mind.

He exhaled at the memory. Hopefully in a week from now, Miles could bestow upon him the advice he had been given throughout his years of being an actor. Would Wright succeed with his help? Miles wasn’t so sure, but did he want that Steel Samurai autograph?

Of course.

Hopefully, just hopefully, next week will be a good one.

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