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[nexthecryptid]

My snippets seems to be making another round so... have another:

[bkdk-and-extras]

Katsuki has gotten into the habit of drawing hands.

Not just any hands, but Deku's hands specifically. Gag-worthy, he knows. But they wouldn't get out of his damn head, so he figured putting them on paper would solve something.

They were pretty shitty the first time he drew them — a collection of gangly shapes that gave him the stink eye just for forcing it into existence. And Bakugou Katsuki was not shitty at anything, so of course he practiced all that hand anatomy shit (hand bones are weird as hell, by the way).

In the process of hundreds of badly scribbled recreations of Deku's little wrecked-up wigglers, he has come to realize something. Something very, very counterproductive to the reason he started this outlet in the first damn place.

He knows Deku's hands too intimately. Like, more than any person should know about their rival's hands.

Every scar is sketched down onto the paper straight from muscle memory. Each knobby, who-knows-how-many-times broken knuckle rough and so real on the pages of his journals. They're too large around shitty pro hero-themed pencils, with thick wrists and freckles dotting the back of tanned palms. And god, there's at least one of the fucking grabbers in every journal. Some are clenched fists, scuffed from the fight. Others are gentler, rough palms open and reaching out.

Sometimes Katsuki draws his own hand there. Brushing the tips of Izuku's fingers with his. Sliding them together, both broken and battered from years of use, each finger and dip between them the edges of a puzzle piece. And they looked… right. Like they had always fit together. Like two halves finally coming home. Or some shit.

So, least to say, Katsuki has a problem. A very holdable, tempting problem, and he's convinced that if God exists, they are laughing at his pathetic ass right now.

Well. Just don't let the nerd find out, right?

[Spoilers: the nerd would eventually find out.]

@nottspocket made an absolutely beautiful comic based on this!!!! Check it out here it is the greatest thing to happen to me probably ever (this is so so late i thought id already done it fhffhfhfh)

[nexthecryptid]

*Throws this into the void and runs*

[nexthecryptid]

... Have another WIP because I'm moving but slowly writing more and I'm lowkey obsessed.

[nexthecryptid]

Random WIP because these two have been on my brain.

[nexthecryptid]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62478892

Summary:

It was quiet for a moment, just Noah and Mirage staring at each other. There was too much unsaid between them, way too much, and yet neither of them could find the right words at the moment. Then Mirage supposed there were two he needed to say before anything else.

"I'm sorry."

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A/N:

Ta-da! I hope ya'll enjoy it, I meant to have it be like... 2k. It ended up a LOT longer.

Gonna go back to the void now, Kay bye!

[nexthecryptid]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ho. I've finally updated again!!

[nexthecryptid]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Something was happening. That much was obvious.

There had been suspicious reports of 'wildlife' appearing in areas that hadn't had any before, mysterious disappearances that made little to no sense. There could be a threat, the danger of the world of the unknown being exposed.

Keith and his team happened to stumble into it.

Lance and his friends happened to be right in the middle of it.

A/N: Well, well, well. It's happening again. Just when I thought I was never going to post something again, I've surprised myself.

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Anyhoo, here you go Tumblr Void, do with it what you will.