Number One Mistake
Number One Mistake
After a lot of convincing, Uraraka gave Midoriya enough courage to confess to his crush.
Class 1-A was now class 3-A, officially on the verge of graduation. Midoriya knew things would get busy and there was always the possibility of falling out of touch with his peers. Still, he was in love with his childhood friend Bakugo. He had no intention of letting go of the bond that he worked so hard on forming.
Now that Midoriya was planning on confessing he had romantic feelings for Bakugo, he knew a lot was on the line. If he confessed in his earlier years, there was always time to work on rebuilding their bond and moving on. That way he wouldn’t risk Bakugo avoiding him upon graduation.
If he were to confess now, there was a good chance things would still be awkward by the time they graduated.
That was a terrifying thought.
Uraraka was a pillar of strength for Midoriya. She wanted the best for her friend and believed it was better for him to ask and get rejected than never trying at all. While that wasn’t the only thing she said to convince her best friend to go for it, it was one of the main comments she made that pushed him.
Midoriya took a deep breath before nodding his head. “Okay, I’m going to do it.”
“Really?” gasped Uraraka with an excited grin. She was proud to hear her friend was going to profess his love to his long-lasting crush.
“Yeah… but can you be with me when I do it?” asked Midoriya gently, looking down at his scarred hands with a wary expression.
Uraraka paused, tilting her head to the side before her eyes shot wide open. “Oh! Yes, of course! But are you sure you want to do it over the phone?”
Midoriya nodded stiffly, shallowly breathing. “I think I would pass out if I tried to tell him how I feel to his face.”
“Makes sense. You look like you’re going to pass out right now,” chuckled Uraraka fondly, smacking Midoriya’s arm. “Now, get out the phone and do it! If you wait any longer you may back out.”
“Okay… okay. You’re right, I’m already starting to regret agreeing to confess,” admitted Midoriya as he wiggled his phone out his pocket. His fingers trembled as he moved around his screen to pull up Bakugo’s contact. It was at the very top as Midoriya purposefully pinned him.
“Oh god, I think I’m going to vomit,” cried Midoriya, feeling heat rush to his face as his heartbeat unsettlingly thumped in his neck, pounding in his ears.
Uraraka snuck her hand into Midoriya before offering a tight squeeze. “Breathe. He died for you how many times now? I’m sure a confession won’t ruin anything.”
Midoriya shook his head as he let out a grunt. “Let’s do this,” huffed Midoriya as he pressed the button to call Bakugo. Doing everything in his power to not chuck the phone across the room, he immediately put the call on speaker.
“Izuku?” answered Bakugo quickly, sounding rather calm.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” revealed Midoriya quickly, tearing off the band aid so he couldn’t backtrack. He felt like his chest was going to explode.
There was shuffling from the other end of the call before Bakugo’s voice met his ears again. “Is something wrong? Is this about One for All?”
“No! Nothing like that,” stammered Midoriya, rather embarrassed.
Uraraka smirked from where she was now sitting. There was something so amusing about how worried Bakugo had become about everything and anything revolving around Midoriya.
“So, what’s so important that you have to tell me?” inquired Bakugo, a bit of a teasing tone accompanied his question.
“I like you,” confessed Midoriya suddenly, the short profession was delivered as if it was punched out of him.
It was quiet for a moment before Bakugo cleared his throat. Midoriya was covering his face, rocking back and forth in full-fledged panic mode. Uraraka sat on Midoriya’s bed violently biting at her fingernails. Despite Midoriya being the one confessing, Uraraka was completely freaking out. There was something so jovial about high school confessions.
“You like me?” repeated Bakugo with an unreadable tone.
Midoriya felt some alarms go off in his head, but he was holding out hope. There was always that chance that Bakugo loved him back and they’d have a wonderful relationship. Still, there were a lot of unknowns in situations like this. Not only did Midoriya have to consider if Bakugo would be interested in him, but he had to consider if Bakugo was attracted to boys.
Trying to sooth his nerve, Midoriya convinced himself that there was a good chance Bakugo was homosexual. After all, he’s shown no interest in any girls before. Even if Bakugo signaled he wasn’t interested in dating, Midoriya was going to ignore that fact for the time being.
“Yes,” breathed out Midoriya rather shyly, his cheeks warm and a small smile on his lips.
“Ew.”
Midoriya froze, the pounding in his chest only picking up as the burning sensation of tears forming arose. The weight of his phone suddenly became unbearably heavy as his wrist started shaking. Uraraka tried suppressing her gasp, but it didn’t matter. Midoriya wasn’t focused on anything other than his heart breaking.
“You… don’t?” asked Midoriya with a quietness Uraraka hadn’t heard in a long time.
Uraraka wanted to snatch the phone from Midoriya and end the call. A part of her wanted to storm out of the room and deck Bakugo in the face, but she kept still on Midoriya’s bed as she allowed her best friend to fight his own battle.
“But you’re a boy?” remarked Bakugo plainly. The way he said it didn’t have much malice behind it, but there was a cloud of disgust that accompanied the fact that came out more as a question.
Midoriya held his phone in a limp hold as the shy smile had long faded. Whatever life had been in Midoriya’s face died as the spark in his eyes disappeared and a deep frown met his features.
While Bakugo’s distasteful comment wasn’t inherently mean, it killed whatever romantic attraction Midoriya had for the blonde. A simple rejection would have done the job rather than a cruel reminder of how Bakugo may have liked him if he were a girl.
Uraraka was ready to get up, take the phone, and hold Midoriya until he was ready to think again. But before she could get the chance to move, Bakugo’s voice reached the duo’s ears.
“Izuku?”
Without missing a beat, Midoriya turned the phone to his face and quickly ended the call. He had nothing more to say and he wasn’t going to give Bakugo the pleasure of a response to his off-putting answer to a confession. Midoriya let his phone slip out of his grasp and clatter onto the ground.
The worst possible thing that could have happened just happened. Bakugo rejected him. Not only did Bakugo reject him, but he did in the worst way possible.
Uraraka slid off the bed, walking on her knees over to where Midoriya was sitting on his All Might carpet. Midoriya remained frozen in place with his arm propped in the air and his hand still in the position it had been to let his phone slide off his hand. Slowly, Uraraka wrapped her arms around Midoriya and pulled him close.
Resting Midoriya against her stomach, Uraraka wrapped her arms around Midoriya and leaned forward to shelter his body. As soon as she settled into the position, she felt Midoriya’s body begin to shake. “I’m so sorry, Izuku.”
Whatever power those words held were enough for the rest of Midoriya’s resolve to vanish. He sobbed into Uraraka’s shirt, feeling like he just lost all of his worth in one minute. Once he was able to process what he was feeling, his mind only got worse as he felt like a horrible person for feeling undesirable upon being rejected.
“It’s his loss Izuku. You are an amazing person, and you have so much love to offer. If Bakugo doesn’t want you, there is someone even better and more deserving of your love out there waiting for you to find them,” reassured Uraraka, rocking Midoriya back and forth as her knees were burning.
“I’m such an idiot,” cried Midoriya out loud. He could believe that he ruined everything because he was too selfish. He should have lived in blissful ignorance, never knowing if Bakugo could have loved him back or not. Now he’d forever feel the sting of being a male whenever he heard Bakugo’s voice.
Four days passed by and Midoriya avoided Bakugo like the plague. If Midoriya was socializing with Kirishima and he heard Bakugo’s footsteps approaching, he would leave without uttering another word. If Todoroki invited him to train and Bakugo was going to be there, Midoriya shut down the offer quickly. It didn’t take long for the entire class to notice the giant rift that seemed to appear between Bakugo and Midoriya overnight.
After the second war, the two were inseparable.
Wherever Midoriya was, Bakugo was hovering nearby. They trained together, did school work together, and spent much more time with one another. Now it’s been days, and they had not been seen near one another once. Midoriya didn’t once mention Bakugo in conversation. Bakugo seemed more irritable than usual, but no one wanted to risk getting blown up.
Finally, Mina and Kirishima had enough. They assumed that Bakugo and Midoriya had been secretly dating for the past two years, and they weren’t about to let the duo suffer in silence.
“Blasty! We need to talk,” demanded Mina, as she pounded on Bakugo’s door.
After waiting five long seconds, the door flew open. An enraged Bakugo stood on the other side with his fist crackling with mini explosions. “Who the hell do you think you are banging on my door like that Pinky!?”
“An angry mother is who I am right now!” shouted Mina, shoving her way through, surprising both Kirishima and Bakugo.
“What is going on?” questioned Bakugo, following behind Mina angrily.
Kirishima tilted his head to the side and leaned it forward with an unimpressed expression. “Really bro? Do you really expect us not to notice how suddenly you and Midoriya haven’t interacted once in the past couple days?”
Bakugo crossed his arms, sneering at the duo. “It’s none of your business!”
“Well excuse us for being weirded out how Midoriya hasn’t mentioned you once and how you haven’t trained once with him,” remarked Mina, snapping rather fast at Bakugo. She didn’t like whatever was going on between her classmates. They were about to graduate high school and be official heroes. Now was the worst time for petty fights.
“He’s the one who’s been avoiding me,” revealed Bakugo with a strange tone.
Kirishima and Mina shared a concerned glance. Midoriya distancing himself from Bakugo was a bad sign. Nothing Bakugo had ever done in their first year had been enough to drive Midoriya away. With their bond being incredibly close, something really bad must have happened to cause such a dramatic reaction from Midoriya.
Trying to recall how Midoriya had been acting and behaving over the past four days, Mina and Kirishima were still left with no answers. The only thing they really know is that Midoriya has spent a large amount of time with Uraraka.
“Oh… do you have any idea why?” asked Kirishima calmly, growing increasingly more invested in whatever drama bomb they may have missed.
“Yeah, I have a pretty good idea why,” admitted Bakugo quickly, looking at his hand with a small frown.
Mina rolled her eyes, shoving Bakugo lightly. “Stop being so cryptic and just tell us what happened already.”
“Izuku called me and told me he liked me.”
Mina gasped so hard she fell into a violent coughing fit. Kirishima patted her back to try and help but was equally surprised by the news. They couldn’t believe Midoriya and Bakugo hadn’t been in a secret relationship. As soon as the surprise faded away, a lingering fear arose.
Midoriya confessed. After said confession he avoided Bakugo and hadn’t mentioned him once. Bakugo rejected Midoriya.
“Dude… what the hell did you say?” responded Kirishima, aware that whatever came out of Bakugo’s mouth next would determine how hard the hit he was about to give him was.
Bakugo was quiet for far too long. Mina was standing in the corner of the room with her arms crossed. She loved Bakugo dearly, but she wasn’t going to let him get away with being a complete and utter idiot.
“I said ew.”
Kirishima punched Bakugo hard enough to earn a loud, “Fuck!”
Mina shook her head, raising a hand to cover her face. “You are horrible.”
“I know. That’s not even the worst part,” sighed Bakugo, taking a couple steps away from Kirishima.
“What did you do?’ whispered Mina, a panic rising to the surface. If her crush said ew at her when she confessed, that would have been enough for her to never show her face again.
Bakugo swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat as he looked down at his feet. “I uh… I may have said "but you’re a boy”.”
Kirishima raised both hands to his head as he simultaneously threw his head back. Mina on the other hand fell to the ground, covering her face. Bakugo watched their dramatic displays of disapproval and felt panic fully set in. He knew he fucked up the moment the words came out of his mouth, but the conversation was an uncomfortable one and he still gets mean when he’s nervous even if he’s been working with a therapist for the past two years.
In the end, Bakugo still would have rejected Midoriya. Not because he didn’t like Midoriya or that he didn’t find him attractive, but rather he wasn’t mentally prepared for a relationship. There was something so daunting about the idea even though he would enjoy dating Midoriya.
Not feeling like he'd be good enough was the one thing that would always make Bakugo the bad guy. He lets his insecurities get the best of him and he takes it out on those around him. He didn’t think he’d make a good partner, and he felt like he’d lose Midoriya forever for rejecting him. In the heat of the moment, he said whatever it took to push Midoriya away.
In an attempt to save his own pride, Bakugo had deeply hurt and invalidated the most important person in his life. Now the person he wanted nothing more than to be around no longer felt comfortable being around him.
He knew he had no one else to blame. It was clear in the reaction of his friends.
“I know I fucked up. I know I really really fucked up. I knew that within the seconds he didn’t respond and before he hung up on me. I’m a fucking idiot and I ruin everything good in my life,” vented Bakugo, clenching his fists tightly.
“Dude, now isn’t the time to throw yourself a pity party. Now is the time to go find Midoriya, apologize, and actually say what you meant to say. He clearly cares about you enough that he developed romantic feelings for you. I’m sure he’d appreciate you apologizing,” corrected Kirishima, not allowing for this issue to develop any longer.
Mina scowled at Bakugo, tugging at his ear. “If he doesn’t forgive you, I wouldn’t blame him. Really? Ew? That poor boy probably spent so much time mustering the courage to confess and you tell him ew? And then you point out that he’s a guy? You might as well have just called him a murderer and been on your way,” chastised Mina, feeling incredibly overprotective of Midoriya after the wars.
Bakugo didn’t fight back, knowing his friends were right. He screwed up and he had the responsibility of fixing it. Midoriya was in love with him, and it felt like a dream being confessed to. Yet, he felt unqualified and proved exactly why he felt that way.
Taking in a deep breath, Bakugo swiftly threw open his door, closed it behind him, and ran to the elevator.
Even if his apology was accepted, Bakugo knew that it would take a lifetime to make it up to Midoriya.
Epilogue: They get married and adopt five kids by the time they are thirty. Mina, Kirishima, and Uraraka all downed their shots bi-weekly, fully paid for by Bakugo. Kirishima and Mina got their shots for their role in knocking sense into him. Uraraka got her shots as payment for allowing Midoriya to hear him out when he showed up at Midoriya's dorm door to apologize.
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When you’re sick
Langst
Lance is sick, he’s caught something, not even the castle could detect
Within a day he could barely speak and get around on his own
When he went to bed he took out his contacts, put on his glasses, and knew that putting on a face mask would only be a hard wake up
The next day arrives and Lance doesn’t come for breakfast
Pidge remembered during training Lance needed to sit down
Hunk recalled Lance refusing to eat
Keith noticed the lack of speech from Lance
Shiro noticed Lance struggling to stand let alone stay still
Allura noticed his irritability, as he’s never one to get upset or act stuck up and not laugh
Coran noticed Lance never stayed around, yes Lance showed all those other features but the fact Lance avoided everyone shocked him
They were all concerned but rather than checking they wanted to let the whole team have a day off
Lance woke up his body practically stuck to the bed, swallowed hard as he struggled to breath
His hair curly again
His glasses in place
Slowly he sat up immediately coughing horribly
Throwing himself to his feet he fell only to stand by sticking to the wall
It felt like hours it took for him to reach the control room to ask for help
The door slid open to see Lance looking like a ghost
“Help.”
Just like that he hit the ground
Unknown power
Lance was always different he was always more on the peaceful side rather than immediately resorting to violence and he always was good at language and pretty much could easily learn anyone he felt like he wanted to learn. He held himself well and proudly feeling, strong confident and more powerful then what an average human felt about one's self. Born strong... scratch that extremely strong. Well in accordance with how he never really worked out and was more muscular when compared to those around him. Blessed with the knowledge of reading others' body language and how those around him work. A quick thinker in stressful and intense moments.
He may have not been good at school due to his short attention span or anything but he still didn’t do horrible.
Yet since he joined Voltron it just became out of wack. He didn’t feel as confident or as smart or as if he was worth anything. He still had those traits he just no longer found himself different from everyone else. He felt like he was worth so much less and just not of use when it came to it.
Deciding to take a rest they noticed as an unidentifiable ship landed they all looked horrified when Sendak walked out and had around 30 Alteans behind him, a sight no one could’ve ever imagined seeing.
Lance felt something in his chest change it was an uncontrollable rage he never knew he could possess. It felt like acid reflux but throughout his entire being. Without warning, he was right before Sendak with his Bayard summoned and aimed at his throat. Sendak had a wide smirk.
“A worthy opponent. Let's fight.”
Lance flew back to dodge Sendak's arm and summoned his gun and Blasted Sendak's arm causing it to spark, shocking Lance who grunted used to the feeling by now taking a hard run at Sendak. Sendak flashed out his other arm ad it slammed into Lance’s helmet breaking it. Lance had to blink a bit to refocus on what was happening and felt blood drip down his nose and he smirked wiping it off with his hand.
“Alright, fucker no more nice guy.”
Sendak was taken back for a second wondering what the fuck that meant and Lance took Sendak being off guard as a blessing pulling out his sword and Sendak had one of his own and he was pressing against Lance’s smirking.
“You think you can defeat me? You are nothing more than a weak, useless Paladin.”
Lance growled and felt his anger volt through his body, feeling himself growing stronger, a powerful energy coarse through his body.
“Oh, Sendak.”
Sendak smirked pressing forward, towards Lance, “Yes?”
“I’m not a Paladin, I’m so much more...”
Sendak was taken aback for a second and roared charging at the Blue Paladin.
Lance’s eyes turned bright blue as his aura shined bright purple from red and blue since he was both their Paladins.
Lance took a deep and sharp break growing more and more angry with every breath he took.
Lance screamed as he felt himself transform he slammed his foot into Sendak's only hand knocking the sword lightyears away. He then slammed his foot into Sendak’s chest causing him to fly back and Lance screamed as he bolted at Sendak the team just watching this all godown. Sendak’s arm flew back as he shot it at Lance who caught his arm and slammed it along with Sendak to the ground like Allura did with Lotor.
He suddenly saw an orb of blue appear in his hand and Lance smiled, “This won’t hurt one bit.”
Lance drew back his arm and slammed it into Sendak creating a huge explosion causing everyone to fly back. Lance screaming in anger morphing it into something unidentifiable.
The team screamed as they ran to the scene the smoke hasn’t cleared out yet and they all got a giant flash of Lance’s past, after being consumed by a wave of light.
Lance was laying in his bed looking up at the glow stars, “What does she mean I’m different?”
They snapped out of it and found Lance on his hands and knees and they froze when they saw his appearance. His hair was bright white he had nice pointed ears and blue marking covering his body.
His freckles no longer brown rather replaced with white, almost glowing dots.
Hunk pointed to Lance’s altered appearance, “Lance your hair!”
Keith nodded grabbing Lance’s hand pulling back the armor showing Lance his freckles were white.
Lance stood up looking at him then turning to the team in shock as he felt the scales beneath his eyes once pulling up a mirror, “I’m-“
Allura breathes our shallowly her expressions soft and tears filled her eyes to the brim, “Altean.”
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I’m Good At Being Fake
Midoriya was given an undercover mission. Midoriya disappeared one week in, somewhere in the mess. Todoroki and Bakugo were sent in to try and find Midoriya. While it was clear sending them in was a bad idea, the hero commission pushed it anyways.
Bakugo didn’t want to go simply because it was Midoriya’s mission and if he was undercover of course he’d cut contact. Todoroki on the other hand didn’t want to go in case this messed up the mission on Midoriya’s side. If they made one wrong move, it could be the death of Midoriya.
It’s takes them a week to find Midoriya. It was exceptionally hard because of his disguise as a white-haired woman in her late twenties. Midoriya had a quirk physically change his body composition as well. His scars, freckles, and other notable feature’s were changed. The most important part was Midoriya was given a female reproductive system, breasts and all. While the goal was to slim down the body to hide muscle, Midoriya retained all the strength he currently possessed. Midoriya was a walking grim reaper in disguise.
They managed to infiltrate the building they tracked Midoriya down to. Their goal was to locate him and report his progress back to the hero commission. When they got into the security systems, they spotted Midoriya on the screen.
Midoriya sat stone-faced in his desk chair, no ounce of kindness present in his features. Todoroki and Bakugo shivered at the sight. Sitting in a chair before the desk was an attractive man around Midoriya’s scripted age. The man was a stepping stone for Midoriya, a gateway to the main target.
It seemed as if they missed a chunk of the conversation, but they managed to come in at a good time.
“How about you just tell me what you want?” grunted the man, leaning back in his seat.
Midoriya’s posture remained steady. His legs crossed and his hands were clasped, resting on his knee. His expression did not falter as he said what he wanted. “Fifty-fifty.”
Bakugo and Todoroki were momentarily taken aback by the clear change in voice. It was oddly fitting. Not to high, not too low. It was strong, but the tone of his voice was bored.
The man chuckled, rubbing his eyes. Midoriya didn’t like that reaction, his eyes darkening as he glared at the man. “As I am assuming you’re buying the shitty stuff… with your typical drug dealer markup. The margin of your profits should be about five times as much as I make drugging people under the pretense I’m a slutty prostitute.”
Todoroki paused, his gaze snapping to Bakugo’s. Neither were filled in on what Midoriya’s backstory was to his fake persona. They did not know Midoriya was a “prostitute” and “drugging people” to make money. In a way, neither could believe Midoriya was capable of playing such a difficult role. Midoriya never once seemed like the type of person to take up a gig such as the one he was currently participating in.
“If it’s not… something’s wrong. I’d be more than happy to offer my services to fix it,” offered Midoriya. His tone was strict and demanding. His gaze was sharp and piercing and he knew how to use his tongue to his advantage.
The man smirked slightly, staring at Midoriya. Todoroki and Bakugo weren’t blind, they could see the fool undressing Midoriya with his eyes. Midoriya didn’t flash an eye, not giving any attention to the mans advances. Midoriya had a goal and no drug-lord was getting into his pants.
“You know… Ruma. You look good behind that desk,” complimented the man, revealing Midoriya’s fake name.
Midoriya gaze remained the same, not feeding into his fantasies by showing interest. “Thank you.”
Giving Midoriya a look up and down, the man smirked slightly as he spoke. “Damn… you’d look so much better on top of it.”
Bakugo and Todoroki’s breaths hitched. This fucker was horny and wanted to fuck Midoriya on that desk at that very moment. There was no denying he had intentions of screwing around with Midoriya. In a way, Todoroki and Bakugo couldn’t blame him. They’d never pass up a chance to fuck their crush.
Midoriya’s eyes were like a predator’s, remaining focused on it’s prey. “We have a deal?”
The man bit his lip slowly as he looked at Midoriya and then back to the top of the desk. He subtly nodded, seeming too eager to get laid.
“Yeah. Yeah. We are good… precious,” flirted the man, his voice deep and husky.
As much as Midoriya wanted to ignore it, the seduction was working a bit. There was something so arousing about knowing someone wanted to wreck him like a beast. Despite the urge to gain friction between his legs, Midoriya knew he needed to continue playing hard to get. If he gave himself up to this man, the chase would be over and Midoriya would find himself in cold water.
Midoriya’s poker face worked like a charm. The man looked increasingly more aroused with every time his advances got rejected. Getting up from the seat, Midoriya smiled softly.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” finalized Midoriya, ending the conversation swiftly. Midoriya fixed the skirt of his dress before readjusting his hold on his purse.
Todoroki’s eyes slowly opened and closed, staring at Midoriya with an expressionless face. Bakugo’s eyes widened, giving Midoriya a double take. His hand reached up to cover his mouth as he continued to look Midoriya up and down.
Midoriya was in a skin-tight black dress. It was a square-neck with spaghetti-straps. The side of the dress had a slit going all the up to Midoriya’s hip. Once Midoriya stepped towards the door, his bright red stilettos were as clear as day.
Todoroki and Bakugo didn’t have much to report back to the hero commission after they stealthily escaped. All they could say was that Midoriya was alive and nailing his undercover roll. Midoriya even got them feeling intimidated and excited simultaneously. Midoriya would be back in no time.
Secret Love Song
Klance
The Paladins were at a coalition celebration. Yet when they entered the King was experiencing a dilemma. His singer was sick.
“I can sing if you’d like that?”
The king spun on his heels a bright smile on his face, while the Voltron team seemed embarrassed and ready for the worst.
“Really? Oh thank you, follow me we need to get you in singing attire.”
Lance’s face froze, “Attire?!?”
Hunk snorted, “Good luck buddy!”
Everyone had been wondering around conversing and waiting for Lance’s appearance.
The lights dimmed, there was a blue setting in the background. Lance rose in a beautiful blue tux, of course with and Altean touch to it, makeup smeared on his face, hair messily styled. And a cape resembling the long part of a wedding dress.
“We keep behind closed doors. Every time I see you, I die a little more. Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls. It'll never be enough.”
The crowd grows silent, utterly taken aback by the blue Paladins beautiful singing.
“As you drive me to my house. I can't stop these silent tears from rolling down. You and I both have to hide. On the outside where I can't be yours and you. Can't be mine”
Emotion was already apparent in his singing, his expression seemed to ease into the music the song itself beautiful, and the wide vocal range Lance had made it better.
“But I know this. We got a love that is homeless”
Lance seemed to concentrate his hands giving away his work.
“Why can't I hold you in the street?”
The pitch shocked everyone as Lance seemed almost triggered by the lyrics.
“Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?”
His body swayed as he had the crowd in a trance.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
The second Lance’s eyes opened they locked onto Keith’s. The poor boys mouth was agape, his eyes wide, and he was bright red. Lance smiled softly looking out to the crowd.
“Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops”
Lance smiled as he sang warmth spreading over him, the memories of butterflies and sincere loving overwhelmed him.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
Lance’s eyes found Keith’s once more and decided to not look away. Oh shit, there are the butterflies.
“It's obvious you're meant for me. Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly. Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep. But I'll never show it on my face”
Lance smiled as tears whelmed up letting them fall forcing himself to look away the pain struck.
“But we know this, we got a love that is homeless”
Lance bit his lip wipping his face quickly. The crowd now emotional as well.
“Why can't you hold me in the street?”
He gripped his chest holding back as many tears as possible. Keith looked broken wanting to hold the crumbling boy on stage.
“Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?”
Holding the mic he controlled his breaking to give forth power.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't we be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
Lance took his face back the vocals echoing through the castle everyone hollered.
“Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops”
Flinging out an arm he furrowed his brows as he already knew tomorrow he’s struggle to speak.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't we be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
Lance’s emotions almost seemed to send out a bolt of energy to the people as they received it they all smiled, this eyes watering as they know this is true emotion.
“I don't wanna live love this way”
“I don't wanna hide us away”
“I wonder if it ever will change”
“I'm living for that day. Someday”
Lance covered his mouth for a second. His mom wouldn’t accept him. Yet is she really family if she doesn’t love him for such a tiny thing? A tear fell down and he took a deep breath.
“When you hold me in the street. And you kiss me on the dance floor”
Lance’s smile appeared as he grew excited. The bubbly side to him reappearing.
“I wish that we could be like that. Why can't we be like that”
Lance grew angry, why didn’t Keith just love him. Why’d he have to just— Ugh!
“'Cause I'm yours, I'm yours”
Lance gazed at Keith extending out a hand pointing to Keith as he bounced a bright smile on his face. Keith turned as red as a tomato and looked down.
“Oh, why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?”
Lance leaned over only to see Keith approaching the stage.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours”
Pidge handed Keith something. Lance smiled brightly tears falling.
“Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops”
Lance’s head snapped as he stared as the crowd parting Keith holding a mic, his voice was beautiful. He was beautiful.
“I wish that it could be like that. Why can't we be like that?”
Lance then and there almost bursted info to tears so he let out a half relieved laugh.
“'Cause I'm yours”
Lance held his own mic as Keith stepped onto the stage.
“Why can't we be like that”
Lance watched Keith set his microphone down as he continued to sing holding his own to his mouth.
“Wish we could be like that”
Keith took Lance’s microphone deeply kissing him in a dip.
Just like that the crowd went wild. Keith picked up Lance swiftly carrying him off the stage. Laughing like little kids Lance took off the cape as Keith took his hand running down the halls onto the balcony.
Lance started dancing to the upbeat music being played. Keith happily started bouncing and twisting, holding Lance’s hands.
Keith smirked no longer moving observing Lance.
Lance immiedietly noticing awkwardly looked away, “What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Stop, don’t say that your the pretty boy here.”
Keith smiled softly kissing Lance. Their lips interlocked as if they were made for one another.
“I can really get used to this.”
Keith took his hand, “Yes you will, let’s head back to the party though.”
Lance smild holding Keith’s hand as they made their way down the steps.
Y’all… I thought the posters were funny… but it looks so tacky. Also I’m loving my recent style with the incorrect proportions 😋
ANYWAYS RAHHHHH BKDK 🧡💚
I wanted to release this much sooner but the backgrounds were very troubelsome to do… Anyway, I am really glad I finished this! (∗∕ ∕•̥̥̥̥∕ω∕•̥̥̥̥∕)
Hidden Beneath my Ribs
A self-indulgent bkdk fanfiction :)
It was all boiling up to this very moment. I looked up into ruby red eyes and felt my gut squeezed tight. My heartbeat was so loud, nothing but the steady thump could be heard. Then breaking through the deafening panic of my heart, a shaky breath captured all my attention.
Against my mind's better judgment, I reach out my hands to capture his big hands in my small damaged ones. He intertwines our fingers together, squeezing past my crooked knuckles. I know despite how scared I feel, I smile at the thrill he never failed to bring me.
Katsuki Bakugo was my everything. Now he knew he was. He was everything I wanted. He was everything I craved. Now he towered over me, coating my skin in goosebumps and igniting my skin.
Something possessed me, making me tilt my head. The magnetic force that was Bakugo Katsuki enticed me to come closer. He met me halfway, letting go of my hands to capture my face. His hands gently guided me to him, his thumb dusting over my freckles.
It felt like time stopped and started instantaneously. My mind went blank as all I wanted to do was indulge. He was perfect. Flawless in every way shape in form. His choices and actions have molded him into a person I wouldn’t trade for the world. His hands, his heart, his dumb spiked blond hair, his sharp eyes, and his lips. Oh god, his lips.
I cry as he kisses me. I grip the fabric of his tee, pulling him closer. I want to feel his heartbeat pounding against my chest. Our lips part, but our bodies remained pressed together. He looks at me and I feel the emotions swarming in his expression.
All I can do is cry as I declare my love like a mantra.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
In exchange for my declaration, warm, strong arms encase me as a gruff whisper reaches my ears and fills my heart.
“I love you too.”
I hide in his embrace, unable to fathom how lucky I am. I am beyond blessed to have someone so special, so irreplaceable, love me back. I’ve lived in a world where Katsuki didn’t exist and it’s a world I can’t say I’d survive long in.
I’m so overwhelmed, that my crying doesn’t relent. I’m so grateful.
“Why are you crying?” he asked in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.
“Because I’m so happy.” I cry, tilting my head to peek up at his face.
I feel his heart thump, thump against my skin. His heart is beating just as fast as mine. All it makes me want to do is kiss those addictive lips again. He beats me to it, capturing me in a kiss that made my knees buckle. Still, I want more.
Green. My favorite fucking color. It took me too long to realize that I couldn't function without him. A month without him and I was falling apart at the seams. He radiates a liveliness that takes my breath away. His beauty makes it hard to breathe.
Now he was in my arms, smiling as I kissed him. His knuckles against my back, sending a chill up my spine. That feeling had never been more welcome than it was at this moment.
Everything about him was addicting. He was an irresistible craving that was always satisfied, but I still want more. Now that I knew he felt the same, I didn't have to hold back. I could love him in all the ways I wanted to. That thin line that had been holding me back was now nothing more than a memory.
Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo. Two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. It took them three tries, but they snapped into place on the fourth. They were a pair that only fit each other and not even fate could change that.
The End! I was sad and lonely so I wrote this.
Hinata is a Bad Bitch - I know this ain’t the rink for the Grand Prix Finals but just... take it 🦐🤭🍊
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