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dameronology · 4 years

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insomnia {poe dameron} - 3

in this chapter: poe pulls some strings to help you get away from your horrible commander & the reward makes him wish he’d done it much earlier {series masterlist}

this chapter is dedicated to @generaldameronss who created the beautiful moodboard above!! it gave me the motivation to write and i have not stopped looking at it for days

warnings: language

enjoy!

- jazz

You wouldn’t have thought that falling asleep in the middle of the air hangar was comfortable. It was probably the addition of Poe Dameron beside you that made it the best sleep you’d had in months.

You both had your back against the wall; his arm was around your back, whilst your head was flopped onto his shoulder. The last thing you remembered, you’d been deep in conversation about something and now you were both dead to the world, tangled in one another’s arms. If you’d been awake, you definitely wouldn’t have been complaining.

Neither of you had spoken about it but something had definitely changed in your relationship since that night on Yavin. Poe had become more...handsy. It was small things: his hands lingering on the small of your back as you wandered through the corridor, or a hand on your thigh at breakfast.

The best part was that Poe didn’t even realise that he was doing it. It just felt like the natural thing to do - natural in the same way that he’d started using sweetheart more than your name. Then there had been the fact he’d tensed up when Snap Wexley had flirtatiously teased you about something the other morning. Something had definitely awakened inside you when his hand flew to grip your thigh and you certainly didn’t flirt right back just to see Poe’s reaction. You would never do that. That would be childish and immature.

(And it also worked completely in your favour because the way he suddenly moved closer towards you gave you a kick for a solid four days).

‘Commander Dameron.’ Somebody’s shrill voice rang through the room. ‘Lieutenant.’

You and Poe both suddenly jumped awake, coming face to face with the woman who had just committed homicide upon your beauty sleep. She was six-foot-tall, with a sharp face and tidy blonde hair. Winslow - but then again, who else?

‘Somehow I’m not surprised to find the two of you fooling about on Resistance property.’ She continued, folding her arms tightly over her chest. ‘Do you understand how unprofessional this is?’

‘I was fixing Commander Dameron's jet.’ You scrambled to stand up, gripping onto Poe’s shoulder as you caught your balance.

‘Are you talking back to me?’ Winslow’s eyebrows shot up. Maker, she was nasty.

‘Hey!’ Poe snapped - time to jump out your skin for the second time in less than one minute. ‘Do you talk to all of your squadron like that?’

Your grip on the pilot’s arm tightened. He was already attractive as it was but the idea of him ripping into your commander without a second’s hesitation only amplified that by approximately two thousand, one hundred and eighty seven. He had nothing to lose, after all. He held the same position as Winslow and she had no power over him. You could only envy him.

‘I will deal with my Lieutenant as I see fit.’ Winslow faltered slightly. ‘I expect to see your face at the morning briefing. You have half an hour to wipe the drool off of your chin and get your ass down to the meeting room.’

You could see that Poe was about to open his mouth again to say something, so you took his hand in yours and dragged him towards the door. Your eyes were still heavy with sleep and you had barely even comprehend the fact it was morning already. That was the first time in months that you’d been in a deep enough sleep to wake up disoriented. The source of your insomnia was usually the anxieties and worries that plagued your mind whenever you tried to sleep - but they had completely disappeared with Poe next to you. Perhaps that was something to bear in mind.

Neither of you said anything as you headed through the corridor. You kept your fingers intertwined with his, arms gently swaying together as you strolled. That was the first time Poe had witnessed Winslow in all her bitchy glory - the worst part was that that had been a good day for her.

‘Why do you put up with it?’ Poe eventually broke the silence between you.

‘She’s my commander, Poe.’ You gently reminded him. ‘I know she can be a handful but she’s my superior.’

He suddenly stopped in his tracks, using his grip on your hand to tug you towards him. ‘You have so much fire inside of you. Use it.’

‘The hell does that mean, Dameron?’ You murmured. He stood close to you, brown eyes peering down at you with an intent you couldn’t quite read. The tension between you that had built up over the last few weeks was almost suffocating by that point.

You knew that Poe was a sweet person but at the same time, you highly doubted that he took all his friends to his favourite place in the galaxy. Friends didn’t fall asleep on each other and they definitely didn’t walk with their hands intertwined. You were going to have to address the tauntaun in the room eventually.

‘You’re strong.’ He squeezed your hand. ‘Stubborn. You should use it.’

‘And get myself fired?’ You replied,

‘I’ll sort it out.’ He said. ‘I’ll see you at the briefing?’

‘Yeah.’ You nodded. ‘Don’t be late.’

Poe pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘Of course.’

Once you’d got back to your quarters, you showered and tidied yourself up a bit. There was an ache in your neck from where you’d been slumped against Poe for the last few hours, but you weren’t thinking about that. Your brain was rewinding through every small gesture of affection from the last few days - specifically, you were thinking about how his lips felt against your skin. In the moment, the gesture had seemed so natural and perfectly timed that you hadn’t even noticed it was the first time he’d done it until you’d shut the door behind you.

After a cold shower, you put on a clean shirt and pants before heading down to the bridge. There were already lots of Resistance workers floating around. In particular, you spotted two familiar faces across the room - Rose and Finn. Rose was probably your closest friend at the Resistance, especially since you’d joined at the same time. Finn, meanwhile, you were convinced was the human version of sunshine. He was always planning his next rescue mission or going out of his way to help others. You could see why Poe admired him so much.

‘Rose, Finn!’ You greeted them, jogging across the bridge.

‘Hey!’ Rose smiled brightly at you, patting the empty spot beside her. ‘Come sit. I’ve missed you!’

‘I’ve missed you too.’ You returned her expression, dropping down next to her. ‘Sorry I haven’t been around much - I’ve barely left the air hangar.’

‘I heard that Winslow’s been nasty lately.’ Finn chimed in.

‘From who?’ You frowned.

Then, as though your question had been perfectly timed, Poe Dameron appeared at the front of the room. He usually opened the morning briefings with his squadron’s plans for the week, and then Winslow would follow suit with hers. He pulled up a map on screen, as well as a picture of a First Order spy who supposedly had information. It was the usual, really - find a lead, follow the lead and hope you didn’t die trying.

You’d sort of zoned out as he was talking. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy listening to Poe, but it was easier to watch him. Even when it was your own commander up there, you hardly paid attention. You were simply at the meeting as a formality - in reality, your job was to fix jets. And, as important as it was, it didn’t need much in the way of planning. You were waiting for the day that your name would be on the list of pilots flying out in the afternoon. With Winslow, that didn’t feel like it would be happening any time soon.

‘We’ll leave the hangar tomorrow at 4PM.’ Poe explained, pulling up another document onto the holoscreen. ‘These are the task assignments.’

‘I didn’t know you’d switched to Black Squadron.’ Rose leant over to murmur in your ear.

‘Huh?’ You blinked. ‘I didn’t. I’m still on Trident.’

‘So why is your name on that list?’

‘It’s not.’ You frowned.

Except, your name was on the list. It was right below Poe’s, where Snap Wexley should have been seeing as he was usually second-in-command. At first, you thought it was simply a hallucination from your lack of sleep - but if Rose was seeing it, that meant it was real. You didn’t know what sort of typo had led to you suddenly being one of the lead pilots on a mission that left the next day but that didn’t stop your mouth forming an o-shape.

‘That’s all for my squadron.’ He shut down the holoscreen, before looking directly at you. ‘Any questions, you know where to find me.’

With that, Poe cleared his throat and exited the bridge. You knew that was a sign for you to follow him - you might have developed some sort of odd ability to non-verbally communicate over the last few weeks. Really, it was just a testament to your friendship. Yep - friendship. Let’s go with that.

You muttered a quick goodbye to Rose and Finn before slipping out the room, jogging after Poe. He was leaning against the wall in the corridor, casually digging something out of his nails. This could have gone one of two ways - if it was a prank, you were going to deck him. If it was real, you were...also going to deck him, actually. Was he really going to throw you into second-in-command on an important mission without asking? His brashness was admirable.

‘Took you long enough.’ Poe flashed you a grin, opening his arms to you as your eyes met. ‘So - what do you say?’

‘I...how?!’ You spluttered. ‘What about Winslow? What about me being barred? Does Leia know? Will we get in trouble-’

He suddenly placed his hands on your shoulders, giving you a light shake. ‘Breathe!’

‘Right.’ You paused, stopping for a moment to catch your breath. ‘How did you do it?’

‘I told you I’d sort it, didn’t I?’ He smiled at you. ‘I convinced Snap to pull a sickie for this operation and I just gently suggested to Leia that I find a replacement.’

‘Poe.’ You placed a hand on his cheek, finally smiling. ‘I don’t know what to say.’

‘You don’t have to say anything.’ He shook his head. ‘I know it’s not a permanent solution but hopefully it’ll help convince-’

‘- this means everything to me.’ You cut him off. ‘How can I repay you?’

‘Kiss me.’

‘Kiss you?’

‘You heard me.’

There was a moment of silence between you - suddenly, his little mission maneuver was the second most impulsive decision he’d made that morning.

‘Okay.’ You shrugged.

You pulled his face down to yours, crashing your lips together. If the daydreams you’d had about this moment were perfect, then there were no words to describe how it actually felt. It was the kind of kiss that knocked the air from your lungs, but there was no way in hell you were going to break away to catch your breath. It was soft as it was hungry, giving as it was demanding. Poe Dameron was a fucking good kisser and there was no denying it.

When you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily. Poe pressed his forehead to your, hand lingering on the back of your neck as he held you for a moment. Your hands were still clinging onto the material of his shirt - neither of you could find it within you to move. You wanted to stay like that forever, savouring in the moment of what was undeniably the best kiss you’d ever had.

‘We should do that more often.’ Poe murmured.

‘I’m not gonna argue with that.’

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theyalldeserveddbetter · 4 years

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(Chris Evans x teen! daughter reader)

Request: Can I request a Chris Evans x teen! reader where her and her best friend get into a fight and he gives her advice?? I hope this makes sense! 😊

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted! This is my first request so sorry if it isn’t that good. Enjoy!

Words: 1710

It was a chilly morning. You were lucky that it was a Saturday or else you would’ve had to walk to school. You sat at the kitchen table, clutching a mug of hot chocolate. As you looked out of the window, you saw the sun just barely peeking through the thick wall of clouds. Your dad, Chris, had left to go film about an hour ago so you were left alone in the house. The new series your dad was filming was set in Boston so you were extremely lucky that he didn’t have to go to an entirely different state.

You sighed as you finished your mug of hot chocolate, slumping down into your seat. Stretching your arms out, you stood up and grabbed your phone, checking the time.

8:45 am

You had woken up ‘earlier’ than usual to get a school assignment done. Usually, on a Saturday, you would still be asleep or in bed but too lazy to get up. You groaned to yourself and started to make your way to your bedroom. You better get an A on this assignment or else nothing was worth it anymore.

“No, that's not how you're supposed to do it.” You were on a call with one of your best friends, trying to explain the assignment to them. You knew that maths wasn’t their strong suit so you tried to keep as calm as possible. It was, however, yours so your patience was wearing a bit thin.

“Then explain it properly to me then!” Your friend exclaimed.

You groaned loudly and put your head in your hands, slightly losing your sanity.

“I said,” You started, trying to keep your cool, despite wanting to rip your hair out, “if you subtract the two answers together then you should get an answer that’s close to 78.35.”

“Then how come I got 59.25?” Your friend asked, annoyed.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Because you didn’t multiply anything first,” You told her, irritated that she wasn’t listening to anything you had said earlier.

“You could’ve said that earlier! I wouldn’t of had to listen to your stupid help then!”

That’s when you snapped. How dare they say that! You were trying to help them but they were the one that wasn’t listening in the first place.

“My stupid help? You're the one that wasn’t listening to anything I said!” You yelled, thumping the desk.

“Cause’ nothing you said was important!” Your best friend snapped back.

“Well I wouldn’t have had to help you in the first place if you weren’t so stupid!”

As soon as those words came out of your mouth, instant regret filled you. You shouldn’t have said anything.

“(YF/N) I-“ You started to apologise but she cut you off.

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

You heard the sound of the beep as the call ended. You sunk back into your seat and stared at your phone for a while, processing what had just happened. You ran over the events in your head. Oh, it was all your fault! What were you going to do? You couldn’t just sit there and do nothing, that’s for sure. You leaned forward in your seat and snatched your phone. Flopping back into the seat, you called (YF/N).

One ring, two rings.

They didn’t seem to pick up. You ended the call after a few rings and tried again. The same thing happened. Your friend definitely wasn’t going to pick up. You decided that the best thing you could do at that point was to get out of your room and grab something to eat before you starved. You also needed to feed Dodger.

You fell back into the couch. You munched on your muesli bar as thought to yourself. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to keep you going for a few more hours until Chris got back home from set. You had also remembered to feed Dodger something so that he wouldn’t starve either. When you had finished the bar, you grabbed a hold of the TV remote and started to pick a show from Netflix. You settled on Brooklyn Nine Nine. Every few episodes or so you would try to call (YF/N) but they never picked up once. You had also sent a million texts.

Time went by and soon enough, you fell asleep. You didn’t remember how long you were out for but it had to be for quite a while seems as the next time you awoke it was getting dark.

CLICK

The door creaked open and Dodger started to bark happily. You felt Dodger leave your side and you grumbled. Opening your eyes to see when the commotion was about, you saw your dad greeting Dodger by the door.

“Hey sweetie,” You heard your dad call out from the front door.You mumbled a ‘hey’ back in return.

Chris walked over to you and put his keys in the basket nearby. He sat down as you felt the couch dip beside you.

“How did the assignment go?” He asked, putting an arm around you.

The assignment? Oh, the assignment! Memories of the day filled back into your head as you mentally rewind. You still hadn’t been able to grab a hold of (YF/N).

“Good, it went good,” You said, answering Chris’ question. You leaned into him.

“Are you sure?” He questioned, “You don’t sound so sure.”

“Yeah, i’m pretty sure. It went fine, dad.” You told him.

Chris’ face scrunched up in thought for a second but then relaxed, believing you.

“You should take a shower, you stink.” You say laughing, changing the subject. You shoved the arm that your dad had around you off and poked him in the side.

He laughed too, “I don’t stink!”

“Yeah you do!” You shoved him farther, trying to get him to stand up. He eventually did.

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Uh huh.”

Chris threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine, i’ll go take a shower. I do kinda stink.” He admitted.

When Chris had left the room to go take a shower, you called Dodger over.

“Come on Dodger. Come here boy,” You patted the side of the couch and sat up straighter. Dodger immediately obeyed happily and climbed beside you.

“What am I going to do about (YF/N) huh?” You asked the dog while patting him. “I should probably ask dad for advice, shouldn’t I?”

Dodger barked, almost as if he understood you. You laughed and continued to pat him, waiting for Chris.

“I’m going to ask him after dinner.”

You sat at the dinner table as Chris put away the dishes from dinner. Resting your head on your hand, you built up the courage to ask your dad for advice about your problem.

You took a deep breath.

“Hey dad?” You called out to Chris.

He looked up from wiping a dish dry and looked over at you.

“Yes sweetheart?”

You took another deep breath, getting ready to ask the question. You didn’t know why you were so worked up with asking for advice. You’d done it many times before so what was so different now?

“Can I ask you for advice?”

Chris stopped what he was doing and immediately walked over to you. He grabbed the seat from beside you and sat down, looking at you.

“Of course! What do you need to ask me?” He leaned forward and rested his hands on the table in front.

“I-“ You started, beginning to regret your idea, “It’s about (YF/N).”

Chris nodded and kept his calm gaze on you, telling you to keep going.

“We got into a disagreement and I can’t call them to apologise.” You finally admitted.

Chris’ gaze softened. “Oh (Y/N), that’s perfectly fine. Even if they aren’t answering your calls, they’re bound to be reading your texts. I say you try to arrange a meeting at the local coffee shop.” Chris suggested.

“But what if they won’t go.” You panicked.

“They’re your best friend. They will go.” Chris said, “Trust me. It’ll work out in the end.”

Your dad gave you a side hug.

“Thanks dad. I really appreciate it.” You told him.

“Of course! Anything for my girl.” Chris smiled at you, “Is that all you need?”

You nodded.

“Good, don’t stress too much. It’ll work out in the end.”

You lay in bed, thinking about the text you had sent your friend earlier. You trusted your dad’s advice and arranged a meetup at the local coffee shop at 10 am the next morning. You had finished the maths assignment before you sent the text. You decided to get some sleep before tomorrow’s event. You definitely needed it. You shut your eyes, feeling the darkness and sleep come to you.

The next morning you woke up and ate breakfast as usual. You then proceeded to leave the house at 9:45 go to the local coffee shop. Getting to the shop, you picked the booth in the far corner and sat down to wait for (YF/N). While you waited for them, you scrolled through Instagram on your phone.

Looking at the time, you saw that it was 10:05. You looked around the place and at the entrance. You saw a familiar face walk in. They started to head in your direction, finally sitting down in front of you. Before they could utter anything you jumped in.

“Look, (YF/N) I shouldn’t have called you stupid. You are an amazing person and a great friend. Anything I could ask for. I am sincerely sorry.” You apologised, hoping that it was enough for your friend to forgive you. “I understand if you don’t-“

“(Y/N) stop.” Your friend cut you off, looking at you. “I was going to say that I am sorry for not listening to your help and I probably am pretty stupid.”

“No, don't say that! You’re not stupid.” You told your best friend.

“I guess we both came to apologise to each other huh?”

“I mean that was the point wasn’t it?�� (YF/N) chuckled.

“Yeah I guess it was,” You laughed with (YF/N).

“I’m sorry,”

“I accept your apology. I’m sorry too.”

“And I accept your’s.”

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old-read-all-about-kpop · 5 years

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Hewwoo it's me again, I hope I'm not bothering you ;w; I just really like your writings! Could I request for a scenario between student council!you and badboy!ravn? I just get the badboy vibe from him ahshsjdk the genre is up to you, I love everything that you post uwu thank you!

A/N: You’re joking right? You are not bothering me at all lovely! I’m happy that you enjoyed my writing enough that you wanted to request once more. That brings me so much joy! 🥺💖 This concept has caused me to create the (almost) perfect scenario! I hope you enjoy reading it my dear! 💓

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending

Warning!: Slight vulgarity

You wanted the floor to swallow you and never allow you to see the break of dawn again. You, the Vice President of the student council, were outside the principal’s office to be scolded. Why you may ask? Because of the biggest douchebag in the school, Kim Youngjo, who prefers to be called Ravn.

How it all happened was idiotic to say the least. You knew you should have just been the bigger person. But, what Ravn said was hurtful. His friend was no better but, sadly, his words affected you the most. You wished you could rewind time but that’d be too much to ask for.

You and the rest of the student council were having a bake sale. Over the weekend you all made some sugary treats to sell for new football uniforms and, hopefully, new textbooks. In your opinion, the latter would do more good. But no one would acknowledge your opinion.

You were considered the “nerdy b****” who needed to get laid. Or needed to have a Valium and then get laid.

Anyway, your reason for being somewhere you would only be if you had an issue to convey with the principal was simple. You hit the idiot of a jock, Ravn (you snarl at the thought of him), in the back of his precious letterman jacket with a cupcake.

“If the nerdy b**** wants to make money then she should just lay on her back,” you heard one say as the muscle head jocks strolled by.

“Or get on her knees,” muttered Ravn.

His fellow douchebag friends hollared with laughter at his remark. They slapped him on the back as if he scored a three pointer before the blaring of the shot clock.

Your retaliation? You snatched up an innocent cupcake and chucked it at Ravn, perfectly aimed at the jaguar sewed in the middle of his precious varsity jacket.

Ravn could’ve been steaming at the ears from how pissed he looked. If looks could kill, you’d be twelve feet under.

He stalked toward you, having you feel as though you were in the Amazon Rainforest. You stood tall, though. You refused to show any signs of timidity. All through your high school career you’ve kept quiet, allowing people to do/say anything to you. Now, you were tired of staying quiet. People were gonna hear from you.

Ravn took off his jacket and examined it, all the while clicking his tongue and sucking his teeth. He chuckled dryly as he saw the cupcake holding onto his jacket. He took it off and spun it around his long fingers.

“Very funny of you. Now…I wonder…if this little cupcake can hold on to my jacket…maybe it can hold onto the slimy strands of your oily hair.”

WHAM!

You gasped in horror. You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the situation while also keeping your cool. But it was disappearing by the second.

Ravn went ahead and smacked the cupcake on the top of your head. Everyone around you two were silent, their anticipation for what was to come stinking the air.

Soon enough, you two engaged in a food war. You launched cupcakes at him while Ravn threw slices of cake, decorating the corner of the cafeteria you had with cavity-producing sweets.

Now, you two were sitting outside the principal’s office, awaiting your punishments. You knew you were in for it once your parents got called. The disappointment they’d feel was gonna be unbearable. To keep from crying, you dug your nails into your flesh. Whenever they slid over your flesh, you’d sink them back in. The cycle would repeat when needed.

“Stop that!” A voice exclaimed. “You’re making your skin red.”

A warm hand touched you. You jumped away as if you got burned.

Ravn leaned back. Wide-eyed, he raised his hands slowly, trying to appear harmless.

You huffed, placing your chin in your open hand. You focused your eyes on the clock ahead, hoping to zone out as you watched the second hand tick by.

“Listen. What happened back at lunch didn’t have to go down like that. Obviously, we could have handled things differently.”

“Oh, like me allowing you and your dumb jock friends to belittle and degrade me with voices loud enough for me to hear. Yeah, I’m sure that would’ve been a preferred scenario for you, huh?”

“Sweetheart, you and I both know that’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t call me that!” You whipped around to look st him, your gaze fiery. “You lost your chance to call me any cute pet names the minute you started acting differently at the start of this school year.”

Ravn sighed heavily, his shoulders dropping. “I never meant to treat you like a nobody.”

“Then what did you mean exactly, Youngjo? Because how you mistreated me was awful! All summer we hung out, sharing little bits about ourselves, staying up talking until God-awful hours in the night.” Despite your efforts to keep them at bay, tears spilled. “You took my first kiss.”

You quickly wiped your face, sniffling your emotions back up. “So, you didn’t just treat me like a nobody. You’ve treated me like a summer fling.”

You needed to remain strong. But all you did was appear strong for these past two months, having to constantly see the boy who owned your heart despite you fighting the reality of it. You were tired now. The act was becoming exhausting.

Suddenly, two hands took possession of your cheeks. You tried to jerk away, but the hands simply tightened their hold.

“Don’t fight me right now, angel. I just need to look into your eyes while I say this.” He then started rubbing the tear streaks away with the pads of his thumbs. And that action alone was how he got you under his control.

Ravn leaned in closer, licking his lips nervously as he gazed into your eyes with his dark brown ones. “Sweetheart, I know I screwed up. No…I f***** up. Babygirl, you became my gravity over the summer. You held me down more than I could say for any of the people I hang out with and call my ‘friends’. You been there for me more than my own parents. You understand me. And, the moments you don’t, you take the time to try.”

He was closer than ever now, causing your lips to brush together in the slightest. Just from the ghost of a touch from his pink lips had your breathing becoming shallow. Your body felt like it was vibrating. The pull you felt toward Ravn was impeccable. You felt as though you two were the only ones existing in this moment.

“If you would let me, I would love to make this right, baby. I miss you with every fiber of my being. It takes everything in me not to kiss you in front of all these pricks in this dumb school. Believe me if you want to.”

You sighed shakily. You wanted nothing more than to melt into Ravn and take him back. But, you needed to set some ground rules. You weren’t going to be treated like a fool again.

“One condition.”

“Baby, you could name a thousand. I don’t care. Name it and I’ll do it.”

“Either be your own person or forget us ever becoming more.”

Ravn dropped his gaze. He knew what you were insinuating.

“Your jock friends pressure you to be someone you’re not. You showed me a Ravn over the summer completely different from this Ravn. Look me in my eyes and say this is who you really are and we won’t have to waste each other’s time any longer.”

Ravn shifted his eyes to yours. His hands seized yours, bringing them to his lips.

“This isn’t the person I want to be. And I’m truly sorry for Hwanwoong’s comment and mine. It was truly unacceptable. I should’ve defended you instead of engaging in such awful talk about you. I’m really sorry, angel.

He leaned in closer. His gaze deepened, unknowingly pulling you more into its abyss.

“I promise you I will treat you how you’re supposed to be treated from here on out. No matter how long my probation is until I regained your trust I’ll wait. For you, it’s worth it.”

“You really promise?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He then released one of your hands and made an X where his heart is. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

A smile slowly appeared on your face. You looked down at your joined hands. Your heart swelled from the familiarity.

You looked back up at Ravn, regaining eye contact. You licked your lips before speaking. Ravn bit his lip, enduring a large amount of stress as he waits for your response. He wasn’t willing to let you go. He wouldn’t be able to go on with his life another second without you with him.

“If you’re hoping to die then, I guess, we can try again at this relationship.” A coy smile took over your features.

Ravn’s eyes grew wide. Simultaneously, a huge smile covered half his face.

“Yes!” He yelled before pulling you out of your seat and wrapping you up in a tight bear hug.

Dried icing fell to the floor like dust off of chalk as your clothes rubbed against each other. But neither of you cared to notice.

“Thank you, babygirl! Thank you! I swear to you I will cherish you like you’re the most precious source of air in the entire world.” His grip grew tighter, causing you to feel secure. The pieces of your self-esteem, happiness, and heart felt like they were put back together as Ravn held you flush to his body.

Once again, you felt that bubbly feeling deep in your belly. The same thrill you felt in the summer is the same as what you’re feeling now. It might have maximized. Because you were finally back in your boyfriend’s arms, feeling right at home.

A/N: Okay this turned really freaking long. But I’m happy with the plot. A big pat on the back for myself if I must say. I’m sorry if you were waiting a long time my dear. But, I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this darling! 🤗💓

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BNHA Fanfic -“You’d Be Surprised” (1/??)

Summary: Midoriya Izuku was born with a quirk that let’s him see the future. Or at least, that what he would tell anyone that asks.

(AKA, Izuku have a quirk that let’s him rewind time for 15 seconds. Also some other stuff.)

Rating: M (But just because Katsuki swears a lot.)

Also posted on DeviantArt, FanFiction.Net and AO3.

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AN: I didn’t think I would do this, but I liked this idea too much to not write it. To be honest, I’m not really sure where I’m going with it so I’m not sure how far I’ll get, or how good it will be, but whatever. If anyone else would like to take a stab at a fanfiction with the same concept, feel free. This is mostly just self indulgent.

Also, there might be BakuDeku in the future (possibly one sided), just as a fair warning. Like I said, I haven’t really planned where I’m going with this, which is probably a bad idea, but eh... also, since this fic includes Katsuki, there will obviously be a lot of swearing.

Prologue - Fifteen Seconds

A five year old Izuku was staring at his mother with wide, green eyes filled with confusion.

“I don’t understand. Isn’t lying bad?”

His mother gave him a broken smile, barely reaching her eyes as she pulled him closer and replied. “Oh honey… of course lying is bad, but we just can’t tell them. I’m so, so sorry.”

“But why not?! What’s wrong with my quirk?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” here his mom sighed deeply before looking at him, eyes filled with pity. “You have a very special quirk, Izuku. There hasn’t been anything like it before. If people knew about it, then…”

“Then what?!” the boy huffed in frustration. It wasn’t often he got upset with his mother, who was the kindest and bestest mom in the whole world as far as Izuku was concerned, but he had been so excited when his quirk first manifested! But now his mother was telling him he had to keep it a secret? The initial excitement Izuku had felt upon the discovery of his quirk was quickly disappearing, starting with the pure look of shock and disbelief on his mother’s face when he first told her about it, instead of excitement and pride like he had been expecting.

“I don’t know what will happen,” his mother admitted, before suddenly bursting into tears much to Izuku’s confusion and distress. He quickly pulled his mother into a hug of comfort as she continued to cry into his shoulder and did her best to get her next words out between gasps and sobs. “I don’t know, but I just want you to be safe! I just want you safe and happy, Izuku!”

“But I am happy!” he assured her and tried his best to keep his own tears in. He couldn’t start crying too, not when he needed to stay strong for his mother! “I finally got my quirk! Now I’ll be able to become a hero and protect people, just like All Might!”

Another sob racked through his mother’s body.

“I just don’t understand…” Izuku whispered weakly, his voice barely heard over the choked sobs coming from his mother. “If my quirk isn’t bad, then why are you so sad?”

Inko took a few seconds to wipe her tears on the sleeve of her green cardigan and took a few shuddering deep breaths until she had finally forced herself to calm down enough to answer her son.

“You have a very special power, Izuku” she began, voice cracking from her previous outburst. She took another deep breath to keep her voice steady before continuing. “You’re different; different from everyone else. And some people… they won’t be able to accept that.”

Izuku blinked in confusion at his mother’s words. “Why?”

His mother patted his fluffy bed of green curls affectionately in an attempt to reassure him and gave him a sad smile. “Many fear what they don’t understand. It’s human nature to want an explanation to everything. You’re a curious child. You understand it more than anyone, don’t you Izuku? But some things… just can’t be explained.”

“Like my quirk?” inquired a small Izuku.

“Exactly,” Inko nodded at her son, a stray tear which she couldn’t keep in rolling down her cheek. Her child looked contemplative for a second, face scrunching up cutely in thought as he took in his mother’s words. “That’s why we can’t tell anyone. Can you promise me that, Izuku? Promise me that you won’t tell anyone?”

“...okay,” he answered hesitantly. After all, he could never say no to his mother; especially not when she was looking at him with such pleading eyes, filled with worry. “But…”

He hesitated, fidgeting nervously with his hands, unsure as to whether he really wanted the answer to his question or not. “Does that mean I have to tell people I’m quirkless?”

“Hm…” his mother looked thoughtful with a frown on her face, before it turned into just the smallest of smiles. “No. I have another idea.”

“...you’re wrong,” muttered one Midoriya Izuku, now eleven years of age. Katsuki had cornered him after school in their classroom, making fun of Izuku’s weak quirk (that’s what he thinks, a voice echoed quietly in his skull) and dream to become a hero—as usual. At least he didn’t have those lackeys of his hanging around him this time.

“What was that, Deku? You really think think you can become a hero with a weakass, shitty quirk like yours?” Katsuki let loose a few explosions in the palm of his hands, as if to demonstrate what wasn’t considered ‘a weakass, shitty quirk’.

“Sir Nighteye has foresight too, you know,” answered Izuku defiantly, much to Bakugou Katsuki’s annoyance.

“And clearly much better than yours.Your useless ass quirk couldn’t even forewarn you about this, now could it?” Katsuki said, before kicking at the other boy’s legs to make his point, causing Izuku to fall over with a yelp. He groaned in pain as he pulled himself up from the floor.

“You’re wrong,” Izuku bit out, brushing the dust of his pants. He could feel the frustration building in him, like it did anytime someone made fun of his quirk. It just wasn't fair! How could they make fun of it when they didn’t even know the truth?!

Izuku’s body was shaking. It just wasn’t fair!

It’s because I’m different.

That’s what everyone told Kacchan too, after his quirk manifested. His quirk, which he was free to show off and brag about as much as he liked. Just like every other kid could.

Everyone except me.

“You sound like a broken fucking record. I’m wrong? You telling me you knew I would kick you? Then why the fuck didn’t you avoid it, huh? You some kind of masochist? Or are you just that fucking slow?”

“That’s not what I meant, Kacchan.”

Izuku was looking at Katsuki now. Or rather, he was glaring, the frustration within the usually timid preteen reaching it’s boiling point. Katsuki almost flinched from the cold, steely determinating shining in those too green eyes, but just almost, because Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t fucking flinch.

“The hell do you mean?” Katsuki growled, taking a step closer to the nerd, refusing to let the cold expression currently on the green haired boy’s face affect him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he was curious as to just what the fuck Deku was talking about. Izuku stood his ground against his bully’s advancing form.

“My quirk,” he answered simply, even as his mind was screaming at him that this was a bad idea. A very bad idea. Terrible. He promised his mother didn’t he? But his mouth just wouldn’t stop moving. Before he realized it, the truth was already out. “It isn’t foresight.”

“The fuck?” Katsuki’s red eyes narrowed dangerously upon hearing Izuku’s words. The hell was Deku talking about? His quirk wasn’t foresight? “Bullshit.” Had Izuku been lying this whole time? To everyone? Had Deku been lying to him?

“I’ll show you,” Izuku said, reaching a hand out toward his childhood friend turned bully, palm open, waiting for Katsuki to take it. The blonde hesitated for a moment, glaring at the outstretched hand suspiciously.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Izuku said, voice soft but eyes hard. He wouldn’t back out now. “Now come on. Let me show you.”

Katsuki glared at him. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before finally grabbing the thin hand with one of his his own, much larger compared to the smaller boy.

“If this is a fucking prank, I’ll blow this hand to fucking bits, got it?” he growled, squeezing the hand in question hard and baring his teeth in warning to show he was serious. Izuku swallowed nervously but smiled timidly at him. Fucker.

“Ah, one more thing!” the small boy exclaimed, turning his head and craning his neck, letting his eyes roam around the abandoned classroom before finally settling on the mounted watch on the wall. He pointed to it with his free hand.

“Look,” was all he said, and Katsuki did. He looked, and he saw. He saw ticking hand of the clock counting down the seconds as they passed. He looked, and he watched. Watched as the seconds hand suddenly stopped counting forward. He watched, in both confusion and disbelief, because suddenly, the clock wasn’t ticking forward anymore. It was going backwards.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled, ripping his hand out of Deku’s grip, shifting his gaze frantically between the watch on the wall (which had started moving forward again) and Deku’s calm, if somewhat nervous, expression. There’s no way…

“There’s now way,” Katsuki repeated aloud. Deku just kept staring at him silently—patient. Waiting. “What the fuck did you just do?”

A sudden spike of anger flared through Katsuki and he yelled. “So it really was a fucking prank all along huh, Deku? I don’t know how the fuck you pulled it off and I don’t care, but if really think I’m gonna believe you just turned back fucking time then you are even more of a dumbass than I originally thought!”

“Do you need any more proof?” Izuku asked after quietly waiting for the blond to stop shouting—voice momentarily void of any distinguishable emotions as he observed the angry, ranting boy in front of him. It was somehow liberating finally being able to tell someone about his real quirk, even if that someone happen to be Katsuki.

“Yeah, how about this,” Katsuki said as he stalked up to Izuku’s desk and grabbed the latest Hero Notebook the boy was currently working on and viciously ripped it in half, the pages spreading everywhere as they slowly fluttered to the floor as if in slow motion. “Undo that.”

Katsuki grinned cruelly and Izuku frowned at the pages upon pages of scribbled notes and sketches that now littered the floor. Of course, fixing the notebook would be no problem, but Izuku couldn’t stop the painful tug at his heart upon watching something he’d spent so much time and effort on be viciously ripped to shreds like it was nothing.

He sighed and forced down the tears that were already threatening to form in the corners of his eyes from the sight of his ruined notebook. Katsuki would just start teasing him even more if he notices Izuku was crying.

He stepped up to his desk to stand next to his childhood friend and placed a hand on the other boy’s shoulder, before activating his quirk once more. They both watched silently in wonder as the ripped notebook pieced itself together as time moved in reverse and suddenly, just like that, it was whole again. Just like the last few seconds never happened. And to anyone other than Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki, they never did.

Katsuki was silent. It was actually quite eerie just how calm he seemed. Izuku was used to dealing with a Katsuki that screaming and yelling curses at him, but this calm quiet was something new entirely and the green haired boy wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it.

“Kacchan…?” Izuku asked quietly, suddenly very nervous and afraid to raise his voice any higher in fear that Katsuki might suddenly return to his normal self and start flinging insults and explosions at him. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Was it still too late to turn back time and make him forget?

How many seconds have passed? If I rewind now, maybe I can still pretend it was all just a prank.

“Deku.”

“Y-yes?!” he yelped, still on edge by just how… calm Katsuki seemed. He had expected this exchange to be more painful, and with a lot more angry curses words thrown in.

“All this time…” Katsuki slowly turned his head to look at him, and his usually fiery red eyes had never looked so cold as they did now. It made Izuku shudder and he couldn’t stop from shrinking in on himself as those dangerous eyes bore holes into him. “All this time you’ve been lying. To me. To everyone.”

Izuku gulped and clenched his fists hard in an attempt to will them into ceasing their mad shaking. His stomach was tying into knots and cold sweat had begun to form on the back of his neck. The voice that answered Katsuki’s query was shaky and nervous. “Y-yeah… you’re the only other person I’ve ever told, aside from my mom.”

His mom, which he promised to never tell anyone the truth about his quirk. A promise which he had now broken. Guilt washed over him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret what he did. Not even when Katsuki was looking at him with such cold, cold eyes. Sorry, mom.

The blond was still being uncharacteristically quiet. Suddenly he nodded, short and curt before speaking. “Good. Don’t tell anyone else.”

Izuku was taken aback by what Katsuki had just told him, big green eyes widening in surprise. The only response he could manage in this state of shock was a high pitched, surprised “Y-yes!” before Katsuki shouldered past him and made his way to the classroom’s exit. The green haired young boy was standing stock still for a moment as his brain still fought to comprehend what had just happened. When it finally caught up he lunged for his childhood friend, latching onto a broad shoulder with one hand.

“Wait, that’s all?” he asked, bewildered at the blonde's reaction, or lack thereof. “You’re not gonna punch me? Yell at me? Nothing?”

“Do you want me to explode your face? Because I could, if you’re that fucking eager,” Katsuki growled, and Izuku almost let out a sigh of relief as his bully seemingly returned to his normal, explody self. He would have done it too, if it weren’t for the fact that normal Katsuki was, well… Katsuki. The short tempered blonde shrugged of Izuku’s hand before continuing out the door. “Deku, I just fucking saw you turn back time. I need some time to fucking think.”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?” Izuku asked nervously, fidgeting with his hands for the few tense seconds he waited for Katsuki’s answer.

“I won’t. Sheesh, why the hell do you think I told you not to tell anyone else about this? Why the fuck do you think I would?” the blonde haired boy yelled irritably and suddenly Izuku found himself walking into a door that was abruptly slammed shut in his face as Katsuki exited the classroom before him. Izuku rubbed his sore nose, grumbling slightly at the sharp pain that shot through it.

“Well, that went… well?”

“Tell me about your quirk.”

It was the day after Izuku had told Katsuki the truth. The two boys were both currently in Izuku’s room, because Katsuki had asked—or rather demanded—that they’d both go to the smaller boy’s house after school. Izuku had almost given himself a heart attack thinking about the possible reasons as to why his bully wanted the two of them to meet up. He found himself relaxing somewhat after hearing the question, now understanding the purpose of this meetup.

“O-oh! Well, I still don’t understand it one hundred percent, but uh… I guess I’ll start by telling you the basics?” Izuku began, before going on one of his infamous mumble disquisitions as he explained his quirk in detail. “To start, I can only turn back time fifteen seconds at most. I can activate my quirk as many times as I want, but I can never use it to go any further than fifteen seconds into the past at any time.”

“So you can turn back time, but only fifteen seconds?” Katsuki interrupted. “Figures. I’d expect nothing less from a Deku like you.”

Izuku bristled slightly at the insult of his quirk. “A lot can happen in fifteen seconds, Kacchan.”

“Whatever,” muttered the blonde in response. After making sure that Katsuki had nothing more to add, Izuku continued.

“By default, my quirk doesn’t affect myself for whatever reason. I have to concentrate hard if I want to reverse time on my own body, but it seems my mind remains unaffected no matter what I do, which I guess makes sense, since otherwise I would just forget reversing time in the first place, risking the creation an inescapable loop…” Izuku paused his mumbling for a moment at the confused look from his (surprisingly) attentive audience. “O-oh! I guess this can be a bit confusing. I know, why don’t I just show you?”

“What do you—” Katsuki started, looking at Izuku standing a few feet in front of him from his position on the floor, when suddenly—

“The fuck?!” Katsuki cursed as two green eyes were suddenly right in front of him, staring into his face. Instinctively, his hand moved before him and to let loose an explosion right into his former friends face. A face which had been on the other side of the room just a moment ago. What the fuck?!

Izuku recoiled from suddenly having an explosion detonated in his face. He rubbed his slightly burnt skin tenderly with a pained expression and tears just starting to form in the corner of his eyes. “That hurt, Kacchan!”

“Does it look like I fucking care? It’s your own damn fault for suddenly appearing in front of me!” Katsuki yelled, trying his best to calm the rapid beating of his heart. “The hell was that? Since when could you fucking teleport? The fuck does that have to do with time travel?!”

“It’s not teleportation,” Izuku informed, rubbing away the tears that had gathered in his eyes. “Well, not to me anyways. I just walked up to you normally, and then turned back time a few seconds. Since my quirk doesn’t affect me unless I force it to, I remain in the same spot even when I turn back time. To you it looks like I just teleported.”

Gears started to turn in Katsuki’s head as he processed the words and realized…

“Wait, then how fucking far can you ‘teleport’?!”

If Izuku wasn’t affected by his own quirk, doesn’t that mean that he can just keep turning back time as he walks to wherever he wants to appear? He would be able to walk from one side of the city to the other, if he had the stamina for it, without any time passing at all!

“A-ah, not that far,” Izuku clarified, bringing Katsuki out of his reveries as he explained while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Depending on how I use it, my quirk can put a lot of pressure on me… If I try to go past fifteen meters when I ‘teleport’, my head starts to hurt and I get a nosebleed. I might even pass out if I walk to far… but it usually goes away if I wait for time to catch up. That’s also the reason why I don’t like turning back time on myself.”

Yeah, speaking of which, that bring up Katsuki’s second question—if Izuku can turn back time on himself too, he should have been able to undo getting his face exploded, so why didn’t he?

“For some reason, it’s really hard to turn back time on myself. I can only effectively do it two times before I pass out. The first time I do it I get a nosebleed and light headache. The second time and my head feels like it will split apart. That’s why I almost never do it.”

Katsuki was instantly reminded of all the nosebleeds Izuku used to get when they were younger. He always had them more often than other kids he knew, but they grew fewer as Izuku grew up; along with his predictions for the future. It was just another part Katsuki and his peers bullied him for. No one wanted to hang out with the kid who could start bleeding at any second.

“That’s all? Or are there any more tricks to your quirk?” asked the blonde, ready to get this explanation over with so he can process it.

“Ah, no, there’s one more thing!” Izuku perked up. It was very exciting to finally get to talk about his quirk to someone that wasn’t his mother, even if that someone happened to be Kacchan. “Well, remember how I said my quirk doesn’t affect me by default?”

“Duh,” Katsuki scoffed. “You told me just a few fucking seconds ago.”

“W-well, that doesn’t only apply to me! I-I mean, that is to say, I can pull other people or objects into my time frame! All I need is to have physical contact and I can choose whether I want my quirk to affect what I’m holding or not. Just like I did with you yesterday Kacchan, when I showed you my quirk!” the young boy explained excitedly, green eyes sparkling. “Just think of all the possibilities! If I wanted to steal something it would be really easy. I could just put something in my pocket and then rewind time while I’m still touching it. To anyone else it would like like it just disappeared! I mean, not that I would steal anything of course! That eas just an example!”

Izuku panicked slightly as he reached the end of his explanation, waving his hands frantically in front of him. After a moment he calmed down so he could ask the lingering question on his mind, curious to hear the answer. “Um, that being said… why are you so interested in my quirk, Kacchan?”

Subconsciously, his mother’s words from that day began replaying in his mind. You have a very special power, Izuku.

Was Katsuki evaluating him? Maybe he would finally change his mind about him after he’d seen Izuku’s true quirk. Maybe he won’t be ‘Deku’ any more!

Many fear what they don’t understand.

Would Katsuki be scared of him? Izuku swallowed nervously. But no, this was Katsuki. There’s no way he’d be scared of him. Katsuki was way too strong to ever be scared of anything! Especially Deku... right?

You’re different… They won’t be able to accept that.

But maybe… now that Katsuki had seen that Izuku wasn’t so useless after all, would he still hate him? Hate his power?

“You’re mumbling again, idiot,” Katsuki said and whacked the side of Izuku’s head. He yelped as he was suddenly, and painfully, brought back from his own mind.

Deku’s asking stupid questions again. Of course Katsuki wants to know. He have to. Deku was a stupid nerd with a useless quirk, or at least that’s how it should be. It’s what he thought. What everyone though. But no, apparently that was just one, big lie. The nerd had somehow fooled them all into thinking that he was someone he was not.

The very thought of it was ridiculous.

A lie. That’s what it was. Izuku; his quirk. Both lies. And as much as Katsuki hated to admit it—as much as he wanted to deny it—Izuku wasn’t useless. Well, at least not his quirk, that’s for damn sure.

Katsuki could have spent all day trying to convince himself otherwise. To convince himself that it wasn’t a big deal. That Deku breaking the laws of physics and making it his bitch, or at least friends with benefits, wasn’t a big deal.

But despite what some people might assume from his fiery personality and unusual stubbornness, Katsuki wasn’t stupid. He knows. He knows that Izuku’s power was different from his. Different from everyone else. It wasn’t normal.

And Katsuki wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. Denial was for pussies, and Bakugou Katsuki deals with his problems. He doesn’t sweep them under the rug and pretend like they never existed in the first place.

So Katsuki asks. He asks so that he can understand: the limitations of Izuku’s power. All so he could one day beat him—and stand on the top.

Midoriya Izuku wasn’t invincible. His bruised face, still red and raw from the explosion from earlier, was proof of that. There were only so much he and his quirk could do, and undo. He explained so himself.

No, Midoriya Izuku wasn’t invincible, even if he was damn close. Katsuki could take him. It wouldn’t be easy, but he could. Izuku wasn’t a fighter, not like him. Izuku was a coward. His quirk fit him well, almost as well as Katsuki’s explosions fit himself. It was perfect for avoiding conflict—if only he would use it, that is.

But there was a nagging feeling in the back of Katsuki’s mind. A part that wasn’t entirely convinced. A part that made him hesitate.

Because Katsuki wasn’t stupid. And despite all the stupid shit he did, neither was Deku. He’s as much aware of his own weaknesses as Katsuki—more, even. The blonde doesn’t doubt for one second that Izuku have already gone through hundreds of different ideas for how to make up for his quirk’s weaknesses (not that all those ideas are necessarily good, but still).

And because neither of them were stupid, Katsuki was already running through his own ideas on how to counter whatever Izuku thought up. There was just a few problems, one being that Katsuki wasn’t entirely sure what exactly he was supposed to counter against.

And because of this, Katsuki feels something he never thought he would associate with the dumb Deku: caution. After finding out that half of what he thought he knew about the stupid nerd he’d bullied for the past few years was a lie, he’d be stupid if he didn’t. And again, Katsuki was not stupid.

“Deku,” he finally said, watching said green haired boy fidget nervously under his bully’s scrutinizing gaze (and Katsuki would be lying if he said he doesn’t at least somewhat enjoy the reaction of fear he had on the boy). He choose his next words carefully.

“Looks like you aren’t as useless as I originally thought.”

Izuku’s ceased his fidgeting as his big, green eyes snapped to his—and they shone.

Well, it’s as they say. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

“What the hell is he doing here?” came the words from one of Katsuki’s lackeys, nicknamed Fingers. He was of course referring to the nervous boy with a head full of puffy green hair who was currently hiding behind an increasingly annoyed Katsuki.

“Yeah, what gives?” asked lackey number two, Wings.

“Because I fucking said so, that’s why,” Katsuki growled, letting a few explosions go off in the palm of his hands in irritation. “If you’ve got a problem with than you can fuck right off. I don’t need some second rate losers like you following me if all you gonna do is bitch and whine.”

“Aren’t you at least gonna give us an explanation?” Fingers shouted accusingly with clenched fists. “I know you two were childhood friends, but that was years ago! You haven’t let Deku tag along with us since we were eight!”

“I don’t need a fucking explanation, but if you really wanna know, it just so fucking happened that Deku isn’t as useless as I originally thought. Compared to you weaklings, anyways.”

Both Fingers and Wings bristled at that, but Katsuki didn’t care. He doesn’t need some wannabe badasses like them following him. What the hell were they acting so high and mighty for anyways? They both want to be heroes just like everyone else, but Wings was too fat to even be able to lift himself of the ground for more than a few seconds anyways, and Fingers? Don’t make me laugh.

What the hell kind of hero would he be anyways? A hero that helps little kids retrieve balloons stuck in tree branches? He scoffed at the thought. The only thing his quirk was good for was to elongate his fingers. That just means they’re easier to break.

“You know what?” Fingers said, baring his teeth in what he probably thought was a threatening manner, but in reality just made him look stupid. “Fuck you. I don’t even know why we even hang out with you in the first place. You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

He turned around and gestured to Wings. “Come on. Who fucking needs Katsuki anyways.” Wings hesitated for a moment, looking torn between staying with Katsuki and Izuku or to follow the other boy, but eventually settled for running after Fingers after a particular hard glare from the angry blonde. Izuku had watched the exchange in tense silence, and now that the other boys were gone, he looked to Katsuki with a gaze laced with concern.

“Are you alri—”

“Shut up, Deku,” the blonde interrupted the smaller boy. “If I’m gonna be number one I don’t have time to waste on weak trash like them.”

Izuku was still uneasy after the fiery exchange, but he couldn’t stop the small, guilty surge of happiness at what Katsuki just implied. Since the explosive blonde was still hanging out with him, then surely that meant he didn’t think of Izuku as weak trash like he called the other two boys who just stormed off, right?

“Come on Deku,” Katsuki gestured with his head for the other boy to follow him, and he complied excitedly. It had been years since he and Katsuki last hung out together! Even longer since it was just the two of them.

“Where are we going, Kacchan?”

“To experiment,” Katsuki answered simply, to a confused Izuku. “Show me what your quirk can do.”

AN: Aaaaand, that’s it for the prologue! I’m really nervous to post this because I have never published a fanfic before. I don’t write a lot either, but uh... I hope you enjoyed. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Hopefully everything made sense, I had somewhat of a hard time explaining Izuku’s quirk and determining exactly how it should work. It went through a lot of changes, but I think this version will work best in the end.

Also, I hope the beginning makes sense too. I mean sure, Izuku may live in a universe where detonating explosions in your hands and spitting acid is normal, but manipulating time and space? Yeah, I’m not so sure.

#you'd be surprised fanfic #bnha #bnha au #fanfiction #my writing #time travel au #sorta #not by a lot #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku

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