For the 'most memorable scene in one of your fanfics' ask game: I have a terrible memory, but there's a scene with mac having a panic attack next to a car and Jack anchors him of course "one good breath" in one of your macgyvee fics and I read it several times before moving to the next chapter. It has free rent somewhere in my brain.
Ah, yes it's the "You know what I can do in 15 seconds" scene from "Anvil + Duct Tape"...writing that fic had me falling in love with those two characters, not gonna lie.
WAIT YOU'RE ON TUMBLR WHY DID I NOT KNOW THAT WHAT THE FUCK HI :D hi hi hi I love your writing so so much and it's just!!!!!!! One of the reasons why I even decided to write one of my series was because your post 4x10 "Hello To The Night" was just so so so amazing and really inspired me to make something 4x10 too and just!!! AAAAA!!!! You're amazing!!!!!
Hi hi hi! I am on tumblr! :) I've been here for a few years, but I'm not what you might call a 'super-user' or anything. I mainly just haunt other, more talented, people's blogs for inspiration and/or reassurance that I'm not the only one who likes x, y, z thing.
I'm thrilled you enjoyed Hello To The Night so much you decided to write your own 4x10 story! I shall go look it up! :) Thank you for letting me know you enjoy my stories--that makes me exceedingly happy.
Write on, my friend!
iizuka makes a very important post-battle discovery about himself and shouto is his very willing partner on this particular journey lol.
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“When did this start?” Shouto asks, setting the laptop aside, his gaze warm on Izuku’s face.
“Do you remember the villain fight when I used your handkerchief to tie off a wound?”
Shouto’s eyes widen in recognition. “Oh,” he breathes. “Yeah, I remember that. You’ve been thinking about this since then?”
“Mmhm. Would you — would you be willing to —”
“Yeah,” Shouto says, a bit too quickly. “Yeah, I would. I’d need to do some research myself, but, god, yes. The idea of you trusting me like that is actually really hot.”
Izuku laughs. “You might be into this even more than I am.”
Shouto leans in to kiss him, his mouth hot as his fingers slip up into Izuku’s hair to keep him in place.
“I’m into you,” he says when he pulls away, making Izuku’s cheeks burn.
preview of my piece for usagi-chan: a nsfw bunny deku zine!
rabbit god izuku unexpectedly finds himself in the clutches of a very handsome rabbit hunter. whatever shall he do to get out of this situation? 👀
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Izuku hops through the mountain forest, weaving between dense tree trunks and leaping over gnarled roots with skill.
Nights like this, where he can test his limis, feel the strength of his hind legs as he effortlessly moves through his domain, are his favorite. It’s calm and the air is sweet with the coming spring, the ground cool and hard beneath his paws.
He genuinely loves it. Loves teh sound of the forest at night, the sway of the branches and the rustle of the leaves in the wind. The juxtaposition of the darkness among the roots and the brightness in the canopies. The way the bright white snow reflects the moonlight in the open spaces on the mountainside, bare from human activity. That moment, hovering between winter and spring, is truly beautiful.
i just found this in my drafts and realized i never posted it!
it’s a cute little slice of life centered around the excessive use of amazon prime and the cute deliveryman who keeps having to deliver all of ochako’s stuff!
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On a Tuesday she orders some fake plants, books and trinkets to fill out her bookshelves, a cute toilet paper roll holder for her bathroom (it’s a black cat that holds a roll in its stomach! So cute), and thanks to Amazon Prime it all comes Thursday evening. To her delight, she opens the door to the same green-haired delivery person.
He hefts all the boxes in his arms and grins at her around the side of the box pile. He’s gotten a bit more tanned since last time, his freckles standing out on his cheeks.
“Hello again, Miss,” he says cheerfully, like he’s genuinely glad to see her.
preview of my sfw main piece for @tddkproherozine!
this fic is about the calamity of two dedicated pro heroes attempting to plan their wedding. it’s got devotion, love, chaos, hero battles, friendship, and comedy all rolled up into one neat little 2,500-word bundle!
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“I remember Eijirou crying about it once. Like actually crying. And he and Katsuki started planning, like, nine months in advance.”
“Huh. I remember that too, now that you mention it.”
“No one said getting engaged was the easy part. I don’t even know where to start.” Izuku’s grumbles dissolve into his trademark mumbling, and he aggressively flips the pages of the magazine with his free hand. Shouto grabs his hand and rubs his thumb over Izuku’s knuckles until the tension melts from his shoulders.
“Hey, we’re in this together. And people plan weddings all the time while working full-time jobs, so it shouldn’t be that hard…right?”
“Right!”
It turns out planning a wedding while being a pro hero is actually pretty hard.
Kaishin and the prompt: Kaito holding Shinichi's hands while saying "no matter what, I'll stay with you."
thanks anon, this prompt is right up my alley lol.
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[injury cw, blood cw]
“hey, hey. stay with me,” kaito says. “you stay with me and i’ll stay with you. no matter what.”
“no,” shinichi slurs. his voice is wrecked, a barely there rasp of sound. he’s not sure if kid can even hear him over the rain or the rush of his own blood in his ears, so he lifts arms weak with pain to push at him. “go. please, kid.”
kid can’t be caught here. he can’t. he can’t sacrifice himself just because shinichi got himself shot. he can’t. he can’t do this to shinichi, because if shinichi makes it out of this and there’s no kid on the other side, what’s the point?
what’s the point of any of it without him?
“i’m flattered, meitantei, but i’m not going to let myself get caught,” kid says. he tries for a signature smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his blue, blue eyes. he looks like he’s going to say something else, but instead he looks around himself, eyes narrowed against the rain, and says, “we gotta get you up off the ground.”
“is it —?” shinichi lifts his blood-covered hands from the wound to look, but kid pushes them back down, pressing them harder than shinichi is currently capable of.
maybe kid seeing him at his worst isn’t so bad.
“it’s through-and-through, meitantei. you’re leaking too much to let you keep lying down.”
together they inch shinichi up into a sitting position, and kid is at least courteous enough not to mention the little punched-out gasps that escape or the way shinichi’s entire frame is shaking from pain and exhaustion as he goes slowly, slowly up.
the bullet is in his chest, he thinks. or well, went through his chest if what kid says is true. hard to tell what’s blood and what’s rain the dark, when they both feel wet. thankfully the wrong side for his heart, because otherwise kid would have stumbled on shinichi’s dead body instead, and that — doesn’t bear thinking about.
“you’re not — not normally so quiet,” shinichi pants. “is this what i have to do to shut you up once in a while?”
“rude,” kid sniffs, not sounding offended at all. there’s a rustling noise — when did shinichi close his eyes? — and then a sharp pain in his back that has him gasping, just beneath the wing of his shoulder blade. “sorry, sorry.”
“now you’re — now you’re apologizing? are you okay?”
kid laughs. “i’m not the one bleeding out all over my cape.”
“that’s what you get for — for being so damn flashy.”
“guess you owe me some drycleaning.”
“next time,” shinichi says, and presses his hand over kid’s on his chest. “i’ll get it next time.”
“that a promise?”
shinichi knows what kid is really asking. he opens his eyes then, and meets kid’s gaze as evenly as he knows how. “it’s a promise.”
Kai and Shin watch the hip new Kaitou Kid anime, and nitpick all the mistakes it made in adapting Kid's Greatest Heists
thanks anon!
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“i don’t remember this happening,” shinichi grouses. he’s sitting on kaito’s right, squinting at the television and sporting and unrelenting frown. “and i definitely don’t remember you being this sloppy.”
they’re watching the new anime — the one made about kaitou kid. the company hadn’t consulted kaito about any of it, which makes sense given that kid’s identity is still — well, secret. they hadn’t consulted him at all, and the inaccuracies are glaring, but between the two of them shinichi is the one who is most upset about it.
“i would have caught you if you’d done that,” he says as the kid on screen does a weird little rendition of kaito’s hang gliding dummy trick. he presses his thumbs into his eyes for a long moment, and then drags his hands down his face, looking absolutely fed up. “how has hakuba not caught you?”
kaito laughs and throws his arm around shinichi’s shoulders, dragging him in closer. the heat of his body is nice, and it brings him conveniently into teasing range.
“impressive! you know me so well,” kaito said with a grin. the last half hour seems to catch up with shinichi then, because kaito absolutely delights in the speed at which his face and neck go scarlet.
“shut up, thief,” shinichi says, but there’s no fire in it. he lets his head fall back against the couch cushions and sighs.
“it’s not so bad, is it?” kaito asks softly. shinichi senses the change of tone and turns his head to look at him. “knowing me well?”
shinichi swallows and brushes at the corner of kaito’s eye with his thumb. “no, it’s really not.”
