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hi!!! if ur comfortable: what's your favorite book of all time (and why), and if you had to choose between only being able to use escalators or only using elevators for the rest of your life, which would u pick?
hope ur having a nice day <3
hello! :)
this one stumped me for a minute but my favorite book of all time would have to be Seven Brief Lessons on Physics by Carlo Rovelli (and ik how that sounds but stay with me here). It’s non-fiction but the prose is so beautiful and the author’s voice so clear that it doesn’t read at all like a textbook or a lecture, and it has such a warm, optimistic tone that I find it really uplifting and I re-read it sometimes when I need a pick-me-up.
im usually not much of a re-reader but it helps that this one is only about 80 pages. its also kind of nostalgic bc I picked it up when I was going through a rough time and it got me out of a very long reading slump.
overall I’m mainly a fiction reader but narrowing down my favorite of those feels pretty impossible
as far as escalators vs elevators, escalators are definitely much more fun but I’d hate to have to climb the stairs of a super tall building so for the sake of my poor legs I think I’d have to go with elevators
thanks for the ask! I hope you’re having a good day too <33
Hey! So now that I feel a lil bit more confident, I had another idea (again pretty simple, but I don’t have that many complex thoughts xD)
Midoriya Izuku (again, but I love this gremlin) + Eraserhead saves him (from a villain/classmates/his family/himself, whatever you want) + quirkless Izuku AU/Izuku didn’t receive One for All
Here! I love quirkless Izuku’s fanfictions because I really enjoy how the authors are dealing with his anxious self-deprecating mindset, writing angst with it or fluff - I particularly enjoy when Aizawa saves him or talks to him about it even if he doesn’t know anything about this kid, just that he’s quirkless and in danger.
Btw! I don’t remember that you asked for a vibe in particular but if you didn’t want to write angst or hurt/comfort, I’m really sorry! My prompt is really heading in this direction, so sorry if it’s not what you want…
In anyway, have a great day, evening or night 💚💫
Author's note: thanks for the prompt! I think AUs where Izuku doesn't have OFA are really interesting and it was nice to practice writing something without a romantic focus | 500 words
*cw for reckless behavior that could be seen as suicidal
Izuku was 76% sure he could do it. He shuffled closer to the ledge of the Daiki Electric building, eyeing the distance to the alley below.
All he had to do was catch himself on the windowsill of the building next door, drag his soles against the brick to slow his momentum, hop to the opposite wall to counterbalance his falling weight, and then land.
Easy peasy.
Or, maybe not easy but…
“Necessary,” Izuku murmured, bending slightly at the knees as he gathered his courage.
Maybe it wasn’t realistic or easy or safe, but Izuku didn’t have anything else, so-
“Nothing else?” an unfamiliar voice challenged.
Izuku startled, tipping toward the open air and the cold, hard concrete below- a shout ripped from his throat.
76% suddenly seemed too optimistic.
Izuku flailed, fingertips hardly scraping brick when something soft wrapped around his middle, unyielding, and hoisted him back to solid ground.
Once released, Izuku collapsed on his hands and knees, gasping and trembling.
“Breathe,” the voice instructed.
A man, Izuku was pretty sure. He’d only barely caught a glimpse of them perching on the roof, all wrapped in shadow while Izuku plummeted toward the sidewalk.
That...probably deserved a thank you, didn’t it?
“If you want to thank me, how about tell me what you’re doing up here?”
Izuku’s head shot toward the man, startled.
“You’re mumbling,” he explained.
“You’re Eraserhead,” Izuku shot back, gobsmacked.
The man tipped his head to the side, more of an acknowledgment than an agreement.
Starstruck, Izuku rose to his knees. “You’re so cool! You have no idea! Or- actually I guess you would have an idea, considering you’re him and-“
“Thanks, kid,” Eraserhead murmured, “but we were talking about you.”
“Me?”
“You.” Eraserhead gestured toward the ground. “Jumping.”
Izuku waved his hands in frantic denial. “N-no! I was training!”
Eraserhead tilted his head again and, this time, it felt like doubt.
“I-it’s true! I- I wanna be a hero, but...the thing is, I’m quirkless, so I have to work harder than everybody else a-and how could I chase a villain in a fight if I can't even...I mean, heroes like All Might can just shoot off and save the day, you know?”
Eraserhead paced slowly closer to Izuku, then dropped into a crouch, reminding Izuku that he was still on his knees.
Still shaking.
“If I were quirkless,” Eraserhead started carefully, “I would think that means…weight training. Cardio. Martial arts or a long distance weapon. Both, even. Not leaping off of rooftops.”
Izuku’s breath caught in his throat, saltwater slowly blurring his vision and slipping past his lips.
“I…I just wanted…” Izuku choked out.
“I know, kid.” Eraserhead’s hand landed carefully atop Izuku’s head.
Warm. Grounding.
Izuku shut his eyes in relief, still sniffling.
“Let’s get off this roof, okay? I'll...buy you a milk, or something.”
“A-and you’ll give me your autograph?”
Eraserhead huffed softly.
“Only if you can make me a list of things that'll keep you off of rooftops."
"Your autograph would help."
Hey! Saw your post about giving you prompts ^^ I hope it’s not too bad (first time doing this in my life and I’m an anxious blond head so-)
The prompt is:
Midoriya Izuku + chronic pain (is this a headcanon? I don’t know what’s canon or not anymore) + AU where he’s in a romantic with Katsuki/Shoto/both
I hope it is what you wanted! I know it is pretty simple but I didn’t want to go too overboard for my first prompt. Love your works 💚
Thanks sm for the prompt!! I recognize your user and i'm super flattered that you enjoy my stuff! Chronic pain Izuku is a great headcanon :)
Hope you like it <3
500 words | Deku + chronic pain + bktddk
“So, what’s this?” Uraraka asks, with the air of someone who knows exactly what this is but wants to force Izuku through the mortifying ordeal of explaining it anyway.
Izuku cringes and closes his eyes.
Todoroki, immune to embarrassment, says, “We’re massaging Midoriya’s arms.”
Kacchan, immune to social pressure, doesn’t even bother to respond.
Izuku, caught between two very warm, very close bodies, alternates between melting at the gentle way they knead out the pain from his aching muscles and fidgeting nervously.
“While practically in his lap?” Uraraka presses. “Both of you?”
And Kacchan and Todoroki do both have a leg tossed over Izuku’s.
For leverage. Obviously.
Izuku peeks open one eye, trying to psychically beg Uraraka to stop asking questions and just let him have this.
“You’re overworking yourself,” Kacchan mutters, displeased and using his quirk to massage a particularly sore finger joint.
They're practically holding hands.
“Uh huh,” Izuku responds intelligently.
“Dumbfuck,” Kacchan chastises, flicking his temple. “Listen to me.”
Izuku draws in a sharp breath as Todoroki’s chin comes to rest gently on his other shoulder.
“He’s right, you know.”
“Don’t…” Izuku starts, falling silent when Todoroki’s thumb presses distractingly against Izuku’s palm.
Then Kacchan’s temple falls carefully against Izuku’s, breath warm across his cheek, and Izuku tries his best to remember the rest of his sentence.
“Don’t…um…inflate his ego, Todoroki-kun.”
Kacchan uses his head to press the three of them closer together, less gently than before, knocking Izuku's skull into Todoroki’s. Three peas in a pod.
“I don’t get ego-stroking privileges?”
Izuku laughs nervously.
“No?”
Todoroki hums.
“I think Midoriya is a little distracted at the moment.”
Izuku shakes his head. “Not distracted,” he promises. “Just…uh. I'm just…um...”
“Just convinced you two haven’t been hitting on him all year,” Uraraka finishes, voice a conspiratorial whisper, before moving away to the kitchen.
Izuku can’t help the startled noise that escapes him when two pairs of soft lips press against his cheeks.
“Get the message yet, nerd?”
Izuku pauses with an honest answer on his lips and swallows it back down, face growing hot, because if this is real (and all the signs suggested it was) then,
“…no.”
“No?” Todoroki repeats.
Izuku squeezes his eyes shut. Nervously, he mumbles, “Might have to make it clearer.”
His little stunt is rewarded with a pleased rumble from Kacchan- now nosing at his temple, lips skating achingly close to Izuku's skin in a not-quite kiss- and Todoroki sliding further onto Izuku’s lap.
They’re both still massaging his arms. Izuku hasn't been thinking about the pain for quite a while, though.
“I don’t know how we could be clearer,” Todoroki says and the heat and the closeness and the genuine concern for his well being must be melting Izuku’s brain because he blurts out,
“Kiss me.”
It’s worth it, though, for the way they dip down and finally give him what he’s been dreaming about. Ten times sweeter than any whispered, late-night wish.
"But don't go thinking you call the shots, nerd."
Hello, I saw your writing requests were open thru October- does that mean you’re done for now?
Yup. I’m planning on opening requests again later this week, but for a specific type of challenge I wanna try. The next general one I’ll open will prob be sometime in the spring :)
Are you caught up on MHA? If so, could you write something with Katsuki and Izuku talking some more after the war (follow up to their conversation in CH424)?
Yes, I'm all caught up! Sorry this one took so long, but I hope you enjoy it!
Author's note: it starts a little mushy but this could be read as platonic bakugou & izuku or pre-slash bkdk, whatever you fancy. there's nothing explicitly romantic but they are very important to each other and i find that so charming! lol anyways, 1,866 words, mha manga spoilers ahead. happy reading!
Izuku could recognize Kacchan in the dark. He knew the shape of his voice, the scent of his sweat, the spark-crackle-pop of his quirk. Izuku knew the feel of Kacchan’s hands on his shoulder. In his hair. On his back.
Izuku knew him bloodied and unmoving on the ground.
It’s a relief, Izuku thinks, to know him now by the sound of a rolling IV stand.
“The nurse told you not to walk around so much, Kacchan.”
The rolling in the hallway slams to a sudden halt and Izuku imagines that Kacchan is annoyed at being caught. Then it starts up again at a slightly faster pace and Izuku hardly has the time to smile before Kacchan’s scowling figure passes through the doorway to Izuku’s hospital room.
“You put a fucking tracking chip on me or something?” he complains.
“Kacchan,” Izuku protests- weakly, he’ll admit- joy and relief jumping to take control of his brain at the sight of Kacchan, alive- but it’s the attempt that counts.
“‘S not even that fuckin far,” Kacchan replies, the tinny chik-chik-chik of squeaky wheels on tile following him across the floor before he settles himself in the visitor’s chair beside Izuku’s cot. “The view’s better in here, anyway.”
Izuku hums, turning his gaze beyond Kacchan’s swaying IV bag to All Might’s empty cot. The retired hero goes to physical therapy on Thursday afternoons, now, and every time the doctors take off one of his casts or bandages, Izuku feels like he can breathe a little easier.
“That’s true.”
Izuku doesn’t think the sight of All Might will ever not be comforting to him.
Kacchan clicks his tongue in annoyance and presses one finger against Izuku’s unbandaged cheek, turning his head.
“I’m talking about the fucking window, fanboy.”
Izuku startles, a small laugh falling from his lips as he obligingly turns towards the window instead. A few tree branches gently brush against the glass and in the distance he can make out the big silver fountain that rests in the middle of the hospital’s courtyard.
“Oh, yeah that’s nice, too,” Izuku agrees absentmindedly. He’s not sure what Kacchan can see from his own hospital room but he’s pretty sure it’s not much different from this one.
Kacchan shifts like he wants to cross his arms, then scowls and starts tapping his nails against the armrest instead with a huff.
Izuku watches the steady rise and fall of Kacchan’s chest, unsure if he should say anything. Unsure why Kacchan keeps coming to his room in the first place.
Two days ago, Kacchan had muttered something about how being in Izuku’s room made it harder for his mom to track him down and nag him and the week before it was because he had beef with the nurse on duty and wanted to make her life difficult.
But even after a lifetime of analyzing Kacchan, all Izuku can really discern now is that there’s something more pulling Kacchan to the plastic chair by Izuku’s bedside.
Izuku hates the not-knowing. He thinks he’d hate it more, though, if Kacchan got what he needed and stopped sneaking out to visit him, so he stays quiet.
Childishly, he wants to poke Kacchan back but both of his arms are still mummified and unusable so he contents himself with imagining it.
“The fuck are you smiling about?”
“Nothing,” Izuku lies, gazing happily at Kacchan’s familiar scowl. “You’ll get wrinkles, Kacchan.”
Kacchan narrows his eyes.
“You’ll get a fist in your face.”
“You’ll get knuckle pain.”
Kacchan scoffs. “Think your face is made of steel or something? When did you start acting like hot shit, huh?”
“Probably since they started pumping me full of pain meds,” Izuku admits, grinning. “Makes me feel steel-y.”
Kacchan rolls his eyes. “Unbelievable.”
“It’s not as strong as the stuff they had to put All Might on, though,” Izuku continues seriously. “After his surgery, he told me the same story about fighting an American villain with David Shield seven times in a row.”
Kacchan smirks. “And I bet you ate that shit up.”
Izuku flushes and turns his gaze towards the ceiling. “Sometimes the details would change,” he defends.
When Kacchan doesn’t respond, Izuku shifts his gaze back and watches on as Kacchan wrestles with his inability to cross his arms again. Izuku really doesn’t want Kacchan to leave, but…
“Kacchan, if you’re in pain maybe you should-”
“Shitty Hair said we should talk,” Kacchan interrupts.
Izuku fights to sit up straighter in his cot, confused. “Kirishima did?”
He’s grateful when Kacchan doesn’t rush to help him. Doesn’t help him at all, actually, which soothes the constant drone of quirkless-helpless-quirkless that Izuku’s been trying to drown in his subconscious lately.
Izuku hesitates before he bites the bullet.
“...talk about what?”
Izuku’s not sure if it’s a good sign or a bad one that Kacchan seems equally, if not more, uncomfortable.
“...our conversation,” Kacchan finally spits out. “The one we had here.”
These past few weeks, they’ve had a lot of conversations in Izuku and All Might’s shared little hospital room. Most of them pointless. Some of them sweet.
It doesn’t take a genius to know what Kacchan’s referring to, though, and it’s exactly the thing that Izuku would rather leave buried and brushed past so he focuses on Kacchan’s forehead instead of his bullshit-piercing eyes and says,
“Yeah, it was really nice to be recognized by All Might, right? Like, next level awesome. I don’t think I’ll ever emotionally recover from that, actually. I think I was smiling in my sleep that whole-”
“Izuku,” Kacchan says, and it cuts through him like a knife.
“Hm?”
“Cut the crap,” Kacchan says, his glare fading into something softer and more uncertain. “We have shit we have to talk about.”
Izuku gnaws on his bottom lip, uncertain enough to harden his resolve and force out a nervous laugh. The nerves are genuine, anyway.
“I don’t know what you’re-”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Kacchan demands, quietly dangerous. Then he rises from his chair with a scoff. “This is fucking stupid! Why won’t you-?” Kacchan starts to shout, before letting his anger fall from him with one, deep exhale, leaving behind only weariness and a shadow of what looks like resignation.
It looks wrong on Kacchan’s face.
“Fine,” Kacchan sighs. “Whatever. If that’s how you’re gonna be then I’m fucking outta here.”
“I-” Izuku catches one glimpse of Kacchan’s back and his hardened resolve collapses like a child's toy tower. “Wait, wait no! Kacchan, I’m sorry! I’m- I’m sorry. We can talk about…it. About what you want, just please don’t...”
“Wasn’t gonna leave forever,” Kacchan mutters, not quite facing Izuku but not walking towards the door, either.
Izuku tastes salt on his lips before he even realizes he’s crying. “Promise?”
Kacchan’s head whips around so quickly Izuku can’t help but imagine that he’d pulled on some invisible string.
“I’m not fucking leaving you,” Kacchan says, voice angry and honest in a way that soothes the awful pang in Izuku’s chest that the doctors have assured him isn’t physical. “This is why we need to talk, you stupid nerd.”
Izuku hiccups and nods, releasing slow streams of breath from his mouth until he feels he has his voice under control.
Kacchan moves back into the chair, alternating between watching him and the monitors still hooked up to Izuku’s vitals.
“I’m…I’m okay,” Izuku finally says.
“I’m not,” Kacchan replies bluntly. “Lie to me again and I’ll break your stupid skull.”
Izuku freezes, then lets himself sink morosely into the pillow behind him. “Sorry,” he whispers.
“Don’t be sorry,” Kacchan scolds. “Be honest.”
Izuku darts a considering glance towards Kacchan, but he seems sincere, so Izuku murmurs, “You sound kind of like a preschool teacher right now.”
Kacchan jolts under the observation, clearly not expecting it. Then he regains his bearings and jabs a finger in front of Izuku’s nose. “Then stop acting like a guilty little snot-nosed runt!”
“...Okay.”
“Okay.”
“What…now?” Izuku asks.
Kacchan sighs deeply through his nose, slumping back in his chair as he thinks it over.
“Now…I apologize,” he finally says.
Izuku frowns. “But you already-”
“I know,” Kacchan interrupts stiffly, belatedly scratching at his nose, brow furrowing uncomfortably while he peers past Izuku and towards the silver fountain in the distance. “But I…” Kacchan starts, before his eyes suddenly jump back to Izuku. “And I’m only gonna say it once, understand?”
Izuku nods. “I have my listening ears on, Kacchan.”
“Your-” he starts to repeat, incredulous, before scoffing and turning back towards the window. The hint of a smile Izuku had managed to coax out turns down again, drawing out the unhappy wrinkles in Kacchan’s forehead.
“When the doc said I might not be able to use my arm again and that half of my quirk, I…fuck. I thought about how you never had one to start with and how it never slowed you down so like hell was I gonna chop the damn limb off and not do rehab. I’d kick rehab’s ass. Of course I could, full quirk or no, because you could.”
Izuku’s breath catches in his throat.
“And that’s…that’s something you gave to me.”
Kacchan’s eyes slowly find Izuku’s, searing through him, blood and bone, with their intensity.
“That’s something I took from you.”
“Kacchan-”
“I’m sorry, Izuku.”
Izuku rapidly shakes his head. “No, Kacchan you…you gave me a symbol of victory.”
Kacchan’s mouth twists. “You’ve said.”
“But you don’t get it. I…” Izuku squeezes his eyes shut tight, face already growing warm. “It’s…you have no idea how much of my heroism was just…yours. Yours that you gave me and that I relied on when I didn’t have time to think.” Izuku lets out a shaky laugh. “I always wanted to save people with a smile because of All Might, but…the smile I wore when it mattered was yours, Kacchan.”
Izuku tentatively peeks one eye open, surprised to find Kacchan so stunned. Surprised that he didn’t already know, but…
Maybe they have a lot more to learn about each other, after all.
“I became a hero because of you.”
Kacchan frowns.
“And in spite of you,” Izuku concedes. “It’s all…mixed up. In my head. But I don’t…I wouldn’t have traded a second of it.”
Kacchan startles under the declaration, peering back at Izuku with wide, searching, crimson eyes that Izuku thinks he’s seeing more clearly than he ever has before.
“You wouldn’t?” Kacchan asks.
Izuku shakes his head earnestly. “No, of course not,” he murmurs. “Kacchan’s amazing.”
Kacchan blinks. Hard. Tears well up in his waterline.
“Izuku’s amazing, too,” he says, scrubbing pointlessly at his face. “Even though he’s a fucking stupid sap who’s always saying embarrassing shit.”
Izuku laughs brightly, even though he’s crying too.
“I’ll kick rehab’s ass before you’re even outta that damn cot!” Kacchan announces.
“Nuh uh,” Izuku shoots back happily. “I’ll be so Plus Ultra once these casts are off, you won’t even believe it!”
Kacchan stops wiping his eyes and peers back at Izuku through his fingertips, a genuine smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“I’d believe it,” he says.
And Izuku? He feels a little bit put-together, after that.
Since Re:vale was very poor during the start of their career, can you do an ff where Momo and Yuki can't afford heating so they cuddle to sleep (or even if the heat is on, it's still very cold.) I attempted it myself and let's just say it turned out very sad (and they did not cuddle. I can't seem to write happy things.) The themes are fluff with sad feelings.
It's only a request so please do it if you feel comfortable.
ofc! thanks so much for the request :) fic under the cut
author's note: this ended up being a lot longer than i planned but i really enjoyed the challenge of balancing fluff and angst. apologies if it's not quite sad enough. there's some handwavy canon stuff about yuki's past that i invented to suit the story but otherwise i tried to keep it universe-accurate and toyed with how the married couple routine they use might create some mental/emotional distance between re:vale despite their physical closeness (overall its still pretty mushy though lol). i sincerely hope you enjoy it @iamokay13 !
Yuki stirred when he heard the front door click open, awkwardly dragging the heavy blankets he’d cocooned himself in away from his face. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
“Who’s there?”
Momo responded with a breathy laugh, struggling audibly with the door.
“Who do you think?”
Groggily, Yuki heaved himself onto his elbows to peek over the back of the couch, chin pillowed on the scratchy cushion. He spied at least three plastic bags hanging from Momo’s arms, their contents swinging wildly as he attempted to pull the door shut with his foot, hands busy balancing a tower of mismatched tupperware that promised them warm dinners throughout the week. The only thing indicating it was Momo at all was the hint of blue hair poking out over the top.
“Hello sentient tupperware,” Yuki murmured, slumping back down onto the couch.
The door clicked shut.
“Yes!”
Yuki blinked despondently up at the popcorn ceiling.
“The heater’s still broken. Landlord won’t fix it until next week.”
“No!” Momo cried, followed by the sound of what must be twenty plastic containers tumbling out of his arms and onto their kitchen counter. “Can’t you, I don’t know, seduce him or something to get it fixed faster?”
Yuki raised a pale eyebrow, aware that Momo wouldn’t be able to see it from this angle and confident that he’d sense it all the same.
“The only person that would work on is you.”
“But you’re so handsome!”
Yuki pulled the blankets back over his face. Muffled, he asked, “Any luck with your savings? He might call maintenance sooner if we can pay half.”
Momo laughed awkwardly, their fridge humming open and shut.
“If by savings you mean my old piggy bank, then we’re 2700 yen richer.”
Yuki sighed.
“I think my mom’s decided that we’re starving artists-”
“We are starving artists,” Yuki interrupted bluntly.
“-so she sent me home with like, the whole kitchen. You weren’t even there and she was all Yuki darling is too skinny these days, practically skin and very handsome bones, he really ought to be eating more, and then I was all-”
“She calls me darling, too?”
“No, I’m exaggerating for effect, darling. Now shh.”
With a soft gasp, Yuki suddenly bolted up from the couch. “Did you hear that?”
Momo froze with wide eyes, one hand on the handle of their most-intact cabinet. “Hear wha-”
“Shh!” Yuki insisted, draping himself partly over the back of the couch to ensure Momo remained still and quiet while his eyes darted suspiciously over the apartment.
“Do you think it’s a ghost?” Momo whispered fearfully.
“Maybe,” Yuki whispered back, holding a finger over his lips. “Listen.”
Without the hum of the heating unit permeating the small space, the apartment was chillingly silent. In fact, if Yuki focused, he could almost make out the fearful thud of Momo’s heart as he stood frozen, poised in anticipation and ready to-
“Ah,” Yuki sighed, smiling slightly and dragging his blankets further up his shoulders. “The sound of peace and quiet.”
Momo practically sagged in relief, even as he grabbed their kitchen towel and hurled it towards Yuki where they both watched it flutter harmlessly to the ground.
“You handsome jerk!”
Momo’s sister’s initials were still sewn into the corner, right next to the burn mark Yuki had caused attempting to soften butter in their microwave. The mark she didn’t know about, and wouldn’t ever I’d Yuki had anything to say about it.
Slowly, Yuki asked, “Is this what the tabloids would call a lover’s quarrel?”
“Hmph!” Momo complained, turning his head away with a performative frown.
Blankets dragging behind himself, Yuki moved to sit across from Momo at the kitchen island, falling easily into the back and forth they were developing for their stage personas.
“The next time Mr. Shimooka-san invites us for an interview, I’m gonna tell the whole world you keep trying to give me heart attacks,” Momo declared, rubbing his hands up and down his arms.
Yuki braced his elbow on the countertop, prepared to pillow his chin on his palm with a suggestive smile and a heart-pounding innuendo, when he jerked away from the cold sensation instead, flailing his blanket cape to keep from falling off the stool entirely.
“No you won’t,” Yuki said instead once he’d regained his balance, pulling a corner of the fabric over his heat-stained cheeks.
Momo continued to move around the kitchen, pulling things down from various cabinets and drawers and fiddling with the microwave with his back turned, humming a popular song about karma.
Yuki could hear the smile in his voice.
“No I won’t,” Momo agreed softly, spinning on his heel a few moments later and placing a warm plate of curry in front of Yuki. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Ye-”
“Ah, ah, ah!” Momo interrupted, waving his finger in front of Yuki’s face. “Don’t forget I know what your lying face looks like, darling! Your eyes get all sneaky.”
Yuki frowned, readjusting the blanket around himself while he poked at his food, only belatedly realizing that he had been hungry.
“I thought my eyes were handsome?”
Where Yuki expected a wide smile to bloom over Momo’s face and gushing compliments to follow, he found only guilt when he glanced upward.
Yuki tensed. “Why are you-”
“Yuki I forgot to tell you I wiretapped the apartment for a TV show,” Momo admitted in a rush.
“You what?” Yuki exclaimed, jumping off of the stool, face burning as he looked frantically around the room. “When did you-?”
Momo laughed, rounding the counter to place an obnoxious kiss to Yuki’s still-burning cheek. “Got you back, Yu-ki.”
“You..” Yuki made an incoherent sound of relief, coated with surprise and displeasure both as he melted to the ground, thumb subtly brushing warmth over the skin Momo’s lips had pressed against. It was just an act, Yuki reminded himself. In spite of the closed doors, it was still just an act.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Yuki whispered, burying his face in his hands.
“Cheer up, darling!” Momo cooed, flopping onto the couch and gathering Yuki’s other, abandoned blankets around himself. “Finish your meal so we can be warm together.”
“I think I’ll die.”
“But how could I go on living without your handsome eyes to look at?” Momo complained.
Yuki sighed, deciding to remain crouched on the ground for a few moments longer while he looked around the sorry state of their apartment- shared, for the sake of rent, and still their fridge was only full of borrowed tupperware and little else. A few of their cabinets wouldn’t shut properly, the hot water never lasted for more than ten minutes at a time, and the only reason they had furniture in the first place, threadbare as it was, is because the previous renter had left it all behind.
And now the heater was broken in the middle of winter.
“At this rate, neither of us is gonna last too long.”
Momo’s voice was quieter when he asked how their ticket pre-sale was going.
“We’ve filled maybe a tenth of the seats,” Yuki replied, rising slowly to return to his plate of curry, determined to fill his gut with warmth instead of dread.
“But we go on this Saturday,” Momo pointed out, his head popping up over the back of the couch with concern. “And that’s…how much would that pay us?”
Yuki shrugged, moving around his food with the spoon as he ran sums in his head. “About enough to pay for the venue, I think. Maybe pocket change for us.”
Momo collapsed back onto the couch with a soft, wheezing thud, and Yuki thought he probably had his hands cupped over his face. Momo always did that when he was stressed.
“Was it…was it this hard when you and Ban-san started out?” Momo asked in a small voice and Yuki took a moment to consider the question.
“Yes and no,” he finally answered, poking at his plate. “For some of that first year, I was still connected to my parents bank account and I lived at home so there was no food or rent to pay for. However, drawing a crowd is always difficult in the beginning.” Yuki shrugged, tightening the blanket around his shoulders. “The music speaks for itself, but it takes time for people to listen. There’s a lot of noise in the world.”
“Right,” Momo murmured quietly. “Right,” he repeated, seemingly more to himself than to Yuki. “It’s just time.”
Yuki frowned. “Why do you sound so-?”
“Maybe I should get a job!” Momo interrupted, the sudden cheer in his voice throwing Yuki off kilter.
“What?” Yuki asked. “But you have a job. It’s…us. We’re the job.”
“No, Yuki darling. A part-time one. I’ve…I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately but the place I was working at during college isn’t hiring at the moment so I circled a few of the listings in the paper to check out.”
“You what?”
Yuki set his spoon down in favor of spinning yesterday’s newspaper towards himself and flipping towards the section for job listings, finding Momo’s signature scrawl all over the place- dotted with frowny face notes for places that had already managed to fill the positions they were advertising for. Question marks and clumsy stars were littered near the others.
“You’ve already started calling,” Yuki realized.
“Mm,” Momo said. “It makes the most sense, doesn’t it?”
Yuki swatted the newspaper to the counter, shifting on the barstool to glare accusingly at the couch blocking Momo from view.
“I could've talked to-”
“I know,” Momo interrupted, voice soothing and sure of himself. “But you’re the one who writes all the music, Yuki. I don’t know a lot about it like Ban-san, so the best I can do is make you tea while you work and…” Momo cut himself off with a light chuckle, something self-deprecating in the sticky sweetness of it. “Well, it just makes more sense for me to be the one to work, y’know?”
“I-”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Momo scolded again, but without the polished finger waved in Yuki’s face and the usual pleased amusement behind the sound, it grated against Yuki’s ears. “Don’t lie, darling. You’re too handsome for that.”
Yuki huffed unhappily and reached for the sharpie Momo had left out on the counter, quickly scanning through the circled listings and crossing out all of the ones that would have Momo working late hours or doing a lot of manual labor. If Momo was going to twist Yuki’s arm about this, there was no way he’d allow Momo to work a job he’d hate.
When Yuki finished, he found the listings Momo had been okay with slashed in nearly an even half.
“Stupid,” Yuki muttered beneath his breath.
“Cold,” Momo corrected from the couch.
Sighing like he’d been asked to take a thirty minute drive for Momo’s favorite gingerbread muffins, Yuki rose from his seat with his blanket billowing behind him and wandered toward Momo, whose lips were ticking up at the corners.
Yuki frowned in retaliation, well aware that he probably looked ridiculous, before collapsing face-first into his outstretched, waiting arms.
Momo sighed in contentment as he rearranged the blankets around the both of them to seal in what little body heat they produced, squeezing Yuki close to his chest once he was satisfied.
Yuki allowed it, content to pretend that he hadn’t intended for them to end up like this in the first place by strategically waiting for Momo on the couch.
“So cozy,” Momo cooed, running his hand up and down Yuki’s back- smoothing and rucking up the fabric in slow, even strokes. “We even have a fireplace.”
Yuki raised his head skeptically.
“Is the cold getting to your head? Because-”
Grinning wide, Momo’s eyes flicked to the wobbly coffee table beside them.
Yuki followed his gaze and let out an amused scoff, eyes rolling, because Momo’s phone was propped against Yuki’s stack of songwriting folders, showing a bright, burning fireplace.
“You’re stupid,” Yuki murmured lightly, tucking his face against Momo’s neck where his growing smile wouldn’t be found, pressing the cold tip of his nose to his partner’s racing pulsepoint.
“I’m your stupid,” Momo whispered back, tightening the clasp of his arms around Yuki’s back.
Momo’s body was soft and warm underneath him, the lingering unease in Yuki’s stomach lulled into peacefulness where it was pressed against his partner’s like the first, cautious snow against the ground.
Yuki closed his eyes.
He could be happy like this, Yuki thought. Even with the heater broken. Even with the apartment slowly falling to ribbons around them while they sang to empty venues. Even with the act reminding Yuki what they were not to each other, as long as Momo was here.
With him.
“Sleep, darling.”
As long as Momo would-
“I’m not going anywhere,” Momo promised quietly, twining a tentative hand into Yuki’s hair like he could scoop the errant thought from his head and, despite himself, Yuki felt himself relax.
Your MHA tweets have me desperately trying not to wake up the roomie by cackling.
Lmao rip to your roomie if they woke up but I’m glad you like them!!
hi!!! you already know how much i love love love ur mha twitter series (and if not, i will remedy this IMMDEDIATELY bc i always have so much fun reading them) so i have to ask: is there any character you have the most fun writing/portraying? hope ur having a nice day!!!
hi!!!! this is a super hard one to answer bc I love the class 1-a cast sm in general, so it’s really fun to write for all of them, but I think the Bakusquad might be my fav group to portray interacting with each other and as far as individuals…I’d prob have to go with denki, deku, and ochako! maaaybe koda as a bonus, too
Tysm for the ask, ant! Hope you’re having a nice day as well <333 (just for u I started making some halloween tweets that should be up later today/tomorrow)
been reading through your mha fake tweets and they are hilarious!!! <3
Thank you!! <33 I have a lot of fun making them :)
If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better.
cuute <3
HEY YOU 🫵
Yeah you
Yeah you're very cool
Have some glitter ✨
(eat it, find out if it's edible)
thanks so much :)
what if someone started a kitchen fire and then got yelled at by everyone else over twitter?
MHA tweets- special edition 😤
ALSO could I potentially ask how you make the fake twitter posts? :0
Do you just have the accounts and make twitter threads or?
Yes ofc! I make them using an app called TwiNote, that way I can make accts and switch between them pretty easily w/o any outside interaction or ppl viewing them before I’m ready to post :)
It looks like this:
You have quickly become one of my favourite MHA accounts just for the fake tweets- absolutely criminal that these don't have more notes holy shit
Will now be stalking you on here and ao3 <33
Ahhh tysm!!! <33 I’m super flattered
making fake tweets is so fun so I’m glad you enjoy mine! also your art is super impressive!!
How is Kim a child of Athena, when she is a virgin goddess? And why chose Kuki?
He was born from Athena’s mind like all the rest of her kids and he chose Kuki since she was already a knd operative nearing the time of his decommission plus I’m pretty sure mushi was either a baby or wasn’t born yet during that time
undertale/sans AU fans pspspspsppspsps
WOOO!! Undertale!!! Asks are open!
Cosmic - @sharkysalmon
Lullaby - @scrambao
Would you willing to draw Frieza and Frost together as cute plushies?
HERE YOU GO. THE ARTBLOCK IS OVER AND WE HAVE THE BOYS!! I don't personally ship them but I do see the appeal. They do look cute and I had a chance to Re-draw one of the designs! I like this quite a bit.
Pls Hit plushie! Pls pls we need to see the boy!
Also thanks for the tag :)
Of course!! Here's the boy! It might look a bit weird but I hope you like it!!
What do you think Dittos copy limit is?
i think ditto specifically has more of a limit then an actual splixson because the omnitrix would time out at some point because of power drain, but like I don't have an exact number
Do you think that Ditto could make his own wrestling federation?
He would certainly try but would eventually end up doing some big move and hurting himself witch in turn would hurt the rest of the ditto clones
if you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. :)
Omg thank you so much for sending this to me i actually answered on my main blog ( yeah my secondary blog is the main one) but I'll answer anyway make it 6 ! :)
1. I used to have really good memory and could learn most concepts fast untill major downfall in the last few years lmao it used to be almost photographic memory.
2. I really love everything about space my obsession always has been.
3. I think emphasis on the think I can read people well even if it's online and their motives
Thank you so much again your blog is really cool
If it’s alright to ask, what’s been the most baffling moments of Transformers G1 for you?
(VERY late reply im so sorry😭😭)
honestly to this day THE most baffling moment to me unironically would be Optimus Prime fucking ballin' i lost my mind at this shit
like WDYM Optimus from the start was actually full of whimsy and silly i didnt know dad had it in him😭😭 i grew up on him being portrayed in media as a very serious i-dont-like-fun but still kind-hearted guy so him being actually good at basketball blew my mind
but honorable mentions would be: 1. Smokescreen goes to gambling planet so he can gamble to save autobots lives 2. decepticons melting Optimus' body and they turn it into a fucking mecha-alligator?? 3. autobots were surfing on waves at some point i think?? 4. god. just. the whole Megatron-transforms-into-a-gun thing. and it was in a literally first episode so my brain was already melted 5. it also gives me a chuckle that most if not in all continuities autobots try their best not to reveal themself to humans, while in g1 they do it all the time and people are VERY chill with giant robots just hanging around with them :D
Hi xpurplepiex, I really love your skystar arts, may I ask for the permission to translate and repost to Weibo with your credit and link? Thanks so much for your time. ;)
hellooo and hey, that sounds really cool!! :D you can translate my art and repost it on other sites as long as you will give me credit <3 and thank you too!! 💫💫
Helloooo, Can I use your art as my profile picture? 😔
Do I have to leave credits for using it if that is the case?
YEAP you can!! :D i honestly dont particularly care if you credit me or not its up to you <3 to me its already cool and fun that someone wants to use my art as a pfp!!
Nothing wrong with TFA just not being your thing. I just wanted to add that it's kinda what got me BACK into Transformers. What got me really into the TF fandom in the first place was Beast Wars in my teen years (also the first fanfiction I wrote) and I kinda drifted away from it after that. But then I saw toy of Waspinator at Walmart and went "Waspy is in this show?!" I bought the toy (cause Waspinator is baby to me) and gave the show a chance and it reawakened my love for Transformers as a whole. Just thought I'd share
OHH thats really sweet to hear!! 🥺🥺 watching a show because of your fav blorbo is genuinely really cool and fun <3 and overall just sweet! (especially when it helps you to reignite your love for the media you loved in the past) TFA may be a tough watch for me but in the future i still want to continue watching it because there ARE characters that i want to see in action!! mainly decepticons because for some reason in TFA they look really fucking cool and i want to see my evil blorbos do evil shit <3
guhh i havent seen Beast Wars😭😭 (and i have no idea if i should watch it) but ive seen Waspinator in idw comics and can confirm that hes a cutie patootie! he doesnt have a lot of screen time but i quickly realized that hes just... REALLY adorable😭 i hate bugs but his wet pathetic loser demeanor have captivated me
I never really liked tfa much or understood the hype around it either 🫤 It's alright, but prime is probably the best of the shows imo. G1 is my fav even tho its so silly bcs it always makes me laugh, and I know some people don't like either of those, so it's definitely all subjective
(Ps. I love your art 💙💙💙)
all my life ive seen Optimus portrayed as an old kind-hearted dad so seeing him as a bratty young guy destroyed my sense of reality 😭😭 i GET the appeal like it IS an interesting portrayal of him and i definitely just need time to get used to him and i know i will sound like a bunch of other people, but my only wish is for him to have just a sliiiightly different style for his face </3 i like my Optimus' looking hot and tfa Optimus just aint doing it for me 🥀
but G1 is genuinely such a fun time it makes zero sense and i thoroughly enjoyed it when i saw it for the first time several months ago :D although i havent seen 3 and 4 seasons but sometime in the future i'll definitely check them out!
in the end these kinds of stuff ARE subjective so i am trying my best not to be hyper critical of tfa when i even barely seen it </3
(Ps. thank youuuu 🥺💜💜💜)
Hello! Do you, by any chance, accept drawing other people's OCs in your art requests, or would you only do so through commissions?
hellooo anon!! 💫
i dont and probably cant take commissions for a really long time soooo uhh its honestly hard to say😭
i prefer to draw fanart but i would NOT mind if people want to have a (really small) chance of getting art of their OCs from me
i dont mind drawing OCs its just most of the time my brain cant focus on drawing if i need to draw an original character (it even includes my own OCs they collect so much dust in the basement of my mind...)
so people can ask me to draw their OCs but PLEASE understand that its genuinely a small chance i will even draw them <\3 im awful at original art so request me at your own risk
where did you read the comics if you dont mind me asking
i usually type into search bar "transformers [name of the publishing company] [name of the comic + year]" and 9.9/10 i read comics on site "batcave" :) (some comics may not be there for whatever reason) i also recommend having a list of comics in chronological order because without it i would NOT know what i need to read😭😭 (its especially helpful for reading IDW continuity)
Hello Sir/Madame Purple! I just wanted to say how much i love your art! Remember to take breaks, stay hydrated and look after yourself!
Sending you platonic hand kisses <3
THANK YOUUUU thats so sweet of you dear Anon?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i DO usually forget about taking care of myself so thank you for the reminder <333 i hope both sides of your pillow are cold, crops are plentiful and you overall have a nice day 💜💜