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Guys, I had an epiphany

Last year I wrote "Can he woo him with niceties", a Christmas-themed fluffy fic with 1 chapter per day in December - and it went through the roof (at least on my scale). Yesterday, as I was minding my own business in the vegetable section, I was struck with an idea for part two: The simplest way would be: let Katsuki write 24 notes. AHEM, no. He would never write even one. Never ever. So what about dares? Sneaky little dares? That's more like him!

I thought about them 4 or 5 years deep into an established relationship, sharing an apartment, working together yadayda.

The work title is "Can he dare him to... say yes?" And of course I already have an ending planned (and a plottwist ghaha) and tons of time left until December to come up with various dares by myself…. BUT!

Is there (maybe) anyone here on tumblr who would like to submit some of their own ideas? Funny dares, kinky dares, stupid dares…. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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Fake freckles (Bkdk, humor, 700words)

Katsuki held up the tape barrier and Izuku, his hand on his aching hip, slipped underneath with difficulty, panting: "Thanks, Kacchan."

The blonde let the tape snap back without a word, the unmistakable sign for the reporters to storm the scene. They watch as they come, and Katsuki squares his shoulders in resignation.

"I hate this part."

Izuku quickly limps in front of him, a filter for both parties, and looks reassuringly over his shoulder into a dirty, grumpy face, "You did great. Don't worry."

"Hero Deku," the first round of questioning begins, "how long does it take to repaint your freckles every time?"

Izuku actually gasps in surprise at this, and the reporter leans further over the barrier, "What product do you use? I'm Mako, from the beauty channel-"

"Fuckin' what?" Kacchan's deep, scratchy voice asks from behind him and Izuku lets out a small, disbelieving laugh, fighting sudden goosebumps.

"Sorry," he apologizes immediately, "but I don't-"

"You think those are fake freckles?"

"Kacchan-"

"Are you guys fuckin' stupid?"

The reporter swings the microphone up while Katsuki crouches over Izuku like a shadow, "Have your shitty eyes checked, you-"

The reporter has no objection at all to changing the subject to the blonde in order to stop his impending barrage of insults.

"Hero Dynamight, you too are often seen with freckles in the summer-"

Literally smelling the nitro, Izuku jumped in, "Kacchan doesn't have any - ugh, it's mostly ash that sticks to his sweat-"

"Deku used to have freckles when every motherfucker and their aunt out there called them ugly," the blonde cut him off and Izuku pursed his lips a little embarrassed, "he has freckles on his elbow, behind his knees and on his goddamn ass."

"Kacchan-"

"How the hell is he supposed to paint there? Huh?"

Izuku rubbed the bridge of his nose and looks apologetically into the camera, but Katsuki wasn't done yet.

"You think he's got nothing better to do than get his ass fake-freckled after a fight?"

"Oh my god," Izuku breathed, subtly tugging at one of Kacchan's gauntlets, "I think that's enough. No one even remotely thought about my butt-"

But Katsuki had wriggled out of his grip and pulled out his cell phone. To Izuku's growing horror, he opened a rather green album and almost stuffed the phone into the reporter's mouth.

"Eight years ago, see? Four of them, right under his eye."

Izuku had never seen anyone flip through an album so violently. All cameras zoomed in on Kacchan's fingers, which aggressively zoomed in on his cheeks frame by frame. 

He tries again, "Kacchan-"

"Fuck off, Deku."

Then he takes a deep breath and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Six years ago, four years – last year! Look, you dump jackass."

The whispering grew louder and Izuku bit his lips, mentally playing bingo as to what the headlines would be tomorrow. His ears burned. His face was warm. 

"Seen enough?"

The crowd backed away as Kacchan reared up to his full height, and Izuku was too slow to slap away the hand that gripped his collar tightly. With shameful ease, he was lifted from his feet and held up to the camera like a plushy.

"Kacchan-"

"Four here," he turned his wrist until Izuku's other cheek was almost stuck to the camera lens, "and four here. Amateurs y'all, shit."

Izuku pinched Katsuki's hand until the grip on his collar loosened and he found himself safely on his feet a second later. He was flushed from his knees up to his ears by now.

With what was left of his dignity, he tried to bow, thank the civilians for their support, and turn away - but he only managed the first as he was dragged away by the collar again. A storm of flashbulbs exploded behind them, the shouts drowning each other out. The reporters were ecstatic.

"Fake freckles," Kacchan hissed beside him, his little finger crackling with murderous intent, "I've never heard such a load of shit before."

They turn the corner and Izuku side-eyes his best friend.

"You've got a soft spot for my freckles," he concluded with a tiny grin. 

Katsuki punched him hard in the upper arm.

"Ow-"

"Shut the fuck up."

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This is literally my favourite manga cover of all time.

And this illustration always makes me laugh.

(volume 37 if you were wondering)

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Current mood..

When I finally write the scene but it's an absolute garbage fire

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Nothin’ more humbling the rereading the first fanfic you wrote

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Silly girls (Bkdk, 1k, spontaneous-crack-fluff, complete)

"Kacchan," Izuku chirped next to him, and Katsuki could almost taste the poorly concealed worry in his voice, "This is...the third girl this week who claims to have - slept with you," and Katsuki rolled his eyes hard, "online."

God, he was so goddamn tired of this whole media garbage. So, so fucking tired.

He sucked his lower lip into his mouth in frustration, fixed his eyes on the ceiling and bit down hard. His fingers tapped on the fabric of the couch near Izuku's neck. He couldn't care less that Deku had begun to observe his social channels as soon as they moved in together. 

One problem off his plate. The fucker got a thing for that anyway. All good.

Unless he found fanmade horseshit like that. God. It was borderline funny the first time it happened. But man, give him a break - three times a week? 

He heard a fake cough from the side, the little annoying one the nerd uses in interviews to subtly remind Katsuki of his manners. Tch, fuck that, really.

Katsuki sucked in a long breath but then cocked his head to look over. 

In an instant, Izuku shoved the phone right in his face, his fingertips pale as the phone trembled in his grip, "See?" he stressed, "she-" and Katsuki narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the meaning of the words between all those damn eggplant and bagel emojis - but he didn't get that far.

"She says she even has proof," Izuku whispered uncertainly, and that, well … piqued his interest. 

"Proof, huh?" 

Would be exciting to see someone prove shit that never ever happened, right?

"Show me."

Izuku, always prone and eager to follow commands, tilted his phone and quickly swiped over to the next picture.

Blonde spikes and lots of … bare skin. Damn.

Another swipe. Then, the next photo.

Two hands, weirdly intertwined in front of a slumbering city. 

Katsuki raised an eyebrow in surprise and moved closer to Deku when his eyes caught a black ring on one of the fingers. Very similar to his, in fact. He licked his teeth at the first trace of a bad mood.

Katsuki leaned further to the side, trying to spot more details and Izuku huffed, pushing his knee off the couch to make room for him and huffing some more as Kacchan plucked his phone from his fingers. "Kacchan, if you -" 

He angrily slid one picture after another across the screen, frowning. 

"Tch. The shit with the ring’s pretty neat," he forced himself to praise, "but the other stuff - damn Deku, for real, that could be any random dude with blond hair."

But Deku just pursed his lips as Katsuki shot him a burning sideways glance and caused his temper to do a mini lash out.

"Deku, you goddman-  when is all this supposed to have happened?" he demanded, fiddling with the screen, but Izuku sneaked his phone back and searched for the time stamp, his other thumb between his lips. Nibbling. Plucking.

"Uh, um," he stammered, and Katsuki was tempted to kick him as Izuku's finger slipped from his phone for a moment, "today, around 17:37."

Uhuh. 

Biggest bull if he ever heard one.

"We were on patrol, idiot," he snapped, letting his back slump against the couch, "for at least another 20 minutes."

Katsuki expected a reaction. Like, instantly.

So … when none came, he turned to the side and caught Izuku's uncertain gaze. He did not blink. Just … watched him for a long, long, long time. 

Too long. Longer than usual.

When he finally moved his mouth, Katsuki didn't get what he had expected.

"You can…  postpone the posting. Post it whenever-"

"The fuck?! Seriously?" Izuku puffed out his cheeks stubbornly, "D’you really think - fuck," he snapped and pulled out his own cell phone, "What's the name?"

"The - the what?"

"The goddamn username." 

Izuku answered him after a moment of hesitation, "What... what are you doing?"

"Texting her."

"And, ...why?"

Katsuki single-handedly pushed aside a freckled cheek that tried to read his chat. 

"Kacchan."

He continued texting.

"Kacchan. If it's true…  and you're threatening her-"

Katsuki paused briefly to nod, then continued writing. 

"Kacchan."

"Deku."

"Ka-"

The phone buzzed and he flipped it over so that Izuku could read the clusterfuck of 'wtf', 'sorry', 'omg ILY', and 'can't believe it'.

"Does she sound like someone I've already fucked?"

A loud gasp, "Oh my -" Izuku's mouth formed a circular O, as did his widened eyes. Katsuki chuckled as the other's face turned a deep burgundy, " - God".

"How many times are you going to fall for bullshit like that?"

"I - I don't know -?"

"You know what," he mused, "Guess three times 's enough."

Izuku didn't answer and Katsuki simply left the chat to open the girl’s profile.

"Merch bikini, black bikini, ... no idea what this is supposed to be - ahaaah," he drew out the sound intentionally. He felt the nerd next to him squirm with barely contained curiosity and continued, "hmmm". 

Then, he fixed his face and waited.

It took three seconds, before he caught a glimpse of Deku in the corner of his eye, peeping at his cell phone.

"What … what are you doing?"

"She's cute," Katsuki said.

"Oh."

"Brown is not my thing, but curls, yeah, curls are nice. Light eyes too. And still …"

He closed the app and lifted his head, and because Izuku had been staring at his phone while leaning on his shoulder, their noses brushed against each other. The phone slipped out of his hand and disappeared somewhere between the pillows.

"…still?"

"… she doesn't faze me," he shrugged, "Not even a damn spark of interest."

Izuku swallowed, not sure what that meant.

"Here's a little demonstration, at your cost, 'cause it pisses me off that you keep doubting me," he jabbed a finger into Izuku's chest, "every" jab, "fucking," jab, "time."

He leaned forward, his finger slipping up, under Deku's chin as he traced a freckled cheek with the tip of his nose. Izuku, perplexed, and suddenly flushed from ear to ear, didn't shy away, so Katsuki tilted his head and pressed his mouth against Deku's. 

This simple touch was enough to ignite a whole fucking jetstream of damned sparks right between his legs. A bold move, sure, but he was at his wits' end and needed Deku's massive lump of a brain to understand things properly. One and for all.

A tiny, ragged breath fluttered across his bottom lip, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a knowing, small smile.

Before Izuku had a chance to realize what was happening to him, Katsuki had already dropped back to his side of the couch.

Lower lip clenched between his teeth, he grabbed Deku's limp hand and pressed it casually against his, by no means uninterested, dick while drawing in a deep breath. Izuku's simultaneous gasp was silent.

"Clear enough, I'd say," he grumbled, turning his head away from their hands in his lap until he could smirk into Deku's obviously enthralled face, "stop wasting our time on silly girls."

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AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).

So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.

Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"

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#hmm #yup

Fanfiction writers only want one* thing and it’s disgusting

*Comments where you explain in excruciating detail how each line made you feel

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Touch (5/5) Accept

"Where?"

The question was so sweet, as if he was asking where to hunt for the deepest secrets of the world.

"Wherever you want," he gave him the choice, "I don't care."

"But - are you ... are you okay with this ...? Kacchan I - "

"Just do it," he urged, afraid that his determination would leave him, "Touch me however you want."

Cause if Deku suddenly didn't want it anymore, if he started to have doubts, he didn't know if –

Cold fingertips touched the bridge of his nose and he exhaled sharply.

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Touch (4/5) Improve

Katsuki hated many things. Talking on the phone was one of them.

Especially when he was stuffed to the gills and standing in the supermarket trying to manage without a basket. But judging by the ring tone, it was Deku. And well... this was a little different now. Specially today.

"K-Kacchan, hey" a relieved voice flooded his ear as soon as he answered the call.

"Hm?" he clamped the phone between his shoulder and ear, piled some of his stuff on the nearest freezer and then brought it up to his ear, "What’sup?"

"You home?"

His gaze flew out of the small konbini interior and onto the street.

"No," he replied a little irritated, "Why?"

Deku had a damn rendezvous today.

Not a date, or whatever you call it with a backbone or a bit of actual self-respect. No, Deku had a Ren-dez-vous.

A proper, styled hair and a spritz of perfume kind of meeting, with some rando from the archives. So when he called him, there were two possibilities: his day was going top or flop.

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Touch (3/5) Attempt

When Katsuki came home on Sunday, his backpack was full of leftovers, a new book (some dark romance crap, judging by the cover) his dad gave him for Izuku, and three pairs of knitted winter socks. Looking at this hobby from a rational distance, most people would probably picture his father knitting on the couch. In reality, these socks are the result of his mother's skilled hands. 

"Deku?" he called from the door, peeling himself out of his wet jacket, "... you home?"

But the apartment was deserted, nothing was dropped anywhere, no one sprinted through the hallway in their socks to greet him, which made it clear that he was all by himself. Was he disappointed? No. Nonsense. It was just different than usual, but fine. 

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Touch (2/5) Adapt

Katsuki tried.

Not always but from time to time, and was surprisingly unsurprised by the effects.

He could clearly see and feel how damn well Deku reacted to – to him. He could see it in his diminishing twitch when he did nothing more than lean against his side for a second, whenever he stood close enough to do so. When he walked past him and nudged his shoulder, when they brushed their teeth together (no touching included cause ew), things like that. He saw his shoulders relax when he put a hand on his knobby shoulder when he said goodbye to Deku in the hallway.

Briefly, hardly longer than a breath.

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Touch (1/5) Observe

I'm broken, tell you I'm fine

But you wouldn't believe me if you knew the things that crossed my mind

And I'm hurting, but I show no sign

'Cause I'm afraid to give in, break down, and waste your time

You say that you'll help me, tell me I'm worth it

But I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it

It's easy for you ‘cause you know you're perfect

And I need your hand, but I don't want to burn it

Izuku sat on the couch with his knees on his chest and a blanket around him to keep the world away. The apartment was shrouded in darkness and the television was on, playing the last melancholy scenes of a drama to the sound of piano music. Katsuki threw his keys on the table and turned on the light at the same time. He routinely looked back at the exact moment when Izuku would startle and turn to him with eyes as big as... but Deku hadn't made a move to face him. Katsuki wasn't even sure if he had noticed that the light in the hallway had come on. Or that Katsuki was actually home.

"Oy."

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Updated! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

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Drowning in you (BkDk) +8k words Hurt/Comfort

Katsuki woke up to an unpleasant vibration on his cheek.

His phone was ringing. Despite the night mode. Irritated, his fingers slid over his nightstand until he found the cord, then he pulled it out from under his pillow. No one was able to call him at this unholy hour without trying twice. And even then, there were only a handful of idiots to consider. And their boss.

His screen glowed brightly in the light of his utterly dark room. With narrowed eyes, he read the time {02:12} and then the name {Todoroki}.

What the fuck?

"What the fuck," he uttered as a greeting, making no attempt to hide his annoyance, his body propped up on one elbow and his eyes narrowed against the remaining fatigue.

"You told me once that you'd like to be warned when Midoriya comes home after refusing hospitalization."

"He - what? What?" he sat up in a second, pulled the phone away from his ear and checked the time again. "It's 2:13 -"

"We've been here for hours."

His blanket flew off the bed as he wiped it down and leapt up.

"Why didn't you call me in?" he hissed, hurrying out into the hallway, heading straight for Deku's messy nerd room and putting the phone on speaker.

Shouto sounded worn-out and hoarse, "Look out the window. It's snowing."

"So what-?"

"The old bridge here in Kyushu collapsed. Many injured. Dead, too. And Midoriya was - it was -"

"It was …what?" he asked slowly.

"…close."

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Costumes could be repaired. Dead people couldn't. So the most important thing was to keep a cool head, to keep the upper hand and to find out what quirk the man in front of them had.

"And you, blastass?" he turned to the side, catching Katsuki's eyes. Fuck that, he thought, and spat a fat glob of blood into the rubble. His joints trembled uncontrollably; his arms stiff from the thick plastic of his melted gauntlets. From now on, he would probably pay with the loss of a finger for every further explosion.

"Exhausted? Your little beep over here-"

"Watch it," Katsuki bit off the rest of his sentence. His opponent just snorted in amusement and Katsuki silently licked bitter dust from his torn lips. A bruise blossomed under his eye and his smirk was nowhere near as smooth as it was on his hero posters any longer.

"Funny," the villain looked over their heads mockingly, "shouldn't you be watching? Your back for example?"

Katsuki was at his limit as well. Beaten, thrown and humiliated, he only realized the feint when he put his fist on the ground and quickly turned around. His brain rattled in neutral as his eyes failed to find another soul. Behind them was nothing but the sharp edge of the shattered roof. Static suddenly filled the air. Right before he could whirl back around, his instincts went haywire, stabbing fear and dread into his guts as he heard Izuku gasping for air as he forced his bruised body to move.

"Ka-" Stones crunched under the steel of his shoes as Izuku leaped sideways, "NO!" as Katsuki whirled back to face the action.

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Izuku, the egg and the microwave

The experience that gave Izuku the idea to compare the control of his quirks to "heating an egg in a microwave":

"Warm this up," was Kacchan's all too clear instruction as he placed a bag of his parents' leftovers between them on the table, "Put it all in a pot, there's some topping in the little bag. I'm going to take a shower."

"Alright."

He pulled the container out of the bag and opened the lid. Immediately, the strong smell of broth and spices hit his nose and he purred in growing anticipation. Mitsuki was a queen of the kitchen, a merciless mistress of spice and taste. Tilting his head, he surveyed the contents of the container, then took a medium-sized pot from the cupboard and poured the contents into it. A whole egg and a lot of noodles slid into the broth at the same time, splashing his hands and the work surface.

"Oow," Izuku whispered, grabbed one of the three dry sponges and wiped away the little drops, then clumsily pushed the pot into the microwave and turned the dial to 6 minutes. That should be enough to heat the soup.

Meanwhile, he set the table with two deep bowls, chopsticks, glasses and a pitcher of water.

The microwave beeped at the end of its working time just before Kacchan, towel still around his neck, sauntered into the kitchen and dropped into his chair with a heavy groan.

"You need to cut the egg," he said matter-of-factly and poured them both some water.

Izuku saved his "I know, Kacchan" and just got up wordlessly to get a plastic knife and a small saucer. Meanwhile, the smell of ramen intensified as Kacchan filled their bowls to the brim with broth. The silence in their shared kitchen was peaceful and Kacchan was calm and relaxed as he put the various toppings into both bowls till Izuku was back in his chair and dipped the knife into the egg.

And then ... it just happened.

With his face immersed in the comforting warm steam of the noodles, Izuku was completely oblivious for a split second as to WHAT was exploding under his fingers. A loud bang, the knife twirled and hit the ceiling. Izuku jumped so hard that he pulled both arms up, knocking over his bowl of hot noodles. Pieces of egg shot around his ears like the contents of a nail bomb, hitting his raised arms, the refrigerator and the kitchen door. A steady drip began as the broth reached the edge of the table and began to spill onto the floor. Then a moment of comfortable silence returned, disturbed only occasionally by a piece of egg raining down somewhere.

"Deku, what the hell," was the first thing Katsuki said as soon as he had flicked two lumps of egg from his shirt, "did you hurt yourself?"

Deku, completely perplexed, his legs full of hot ramen broth, just raised his hands and looked at the mess on the table and the lumps of egg everywhere "No, just ... I didn't know this would happen?"

"This?" Katsuki pointed to the remains of the egg in the spilled broth, still dripping from the table where the tablecloth hadn't soaked it up, "or what happens when you heat the entire ramen in the damn microwave?"

Izuku's mouth turned into an instinctive pout. How in God's name was he supposed to know that boiled eggs exploded when heated in the microwave?

"Mom never showed me how to heat things up" he said defensively and Katsuki grimaced in accusing pity.

"Your mama also never showed you how to suck dick, did she? And yet you are extra skilled at it," with that he rose from the table, rolled up the soaked tablecloth and turned away from the table to reach for the paper towel, "Now get a grip and clean-"

"Kacchan!" Izuku gasped in mortification as the penny dropped and Katsuki turned to him in mild surprise, "oh my god!!"

"Tch" he snapped back over his shoulder, "using your ma as an excuse for your own incompetence? Pathetic!"

Izuku sank back into his chair and half-heartedly wiped the noodles into a pile with his fingers.

"Hm," he finally grumbled, "Maybe. But our family is generally not that talented when it comes to cooking."

"No reason to talk shit," he heard from near the freezer, and in the next moment another container shot towards his head, which he only managed to keep from colliding head-on with his face thanks to his trained reflexes.

"And use the goddamn stove this time."

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