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Izuku wasn’t supposed to lose the bet. And in his defense, he really thought he could make the jump. It’s just - he hasn’t tried anything as far as 200 meters with One for All before, and he sort of ended up missing the building’s roof and going through a window instead. Which, by the terms previously agreed on by him and Todoroki, meant he lost. Since Todoroki won, he got to choose what Izuku had to do. So, a few days later, Shoto approached the topic.
“I know you write fanfiction,” He told Izuku, who just about choked on his tea.
“HOW ON -” He realized the abrupt jump in volume and looked around the half-empty common room anxiously before resuming speaking. “How on earth do you know that?”
“I’ve been following your work for years. notdeku, right?”
Izuku couldn’t seem to retrieve his jaw from the floor.
“You left your computer open one day. Also, I’m pretty sure it’s common knowledge.”
Izuku’s eyes bugged out of his head. “It’s what? ”
“Anyways, I was thinking you should write a fanfiction for the bet.”
“No,” Izuku shook his head. “I said I was going on hiatus when the whole League thing happened because my beta reader got kidnapped -”
“ Bakugo is your beta reader?”
“Not so loud!” Izuku hissed, and clapped a hand over Shoto’s mouth. He looked around nervously. “Let’s take this upstairs.”
“So, you’re AO3 author notdeku,” Shoto said, pacing back and forth across Izuku’s dorm room. “And Bakugo is your beta reader.”
“Yes and yes.” Izuku admitted, lying on his bed.
“Didn’t he bully you? How does that work?”
Izuku looked sheepish. “We started writing stuff together when we were like, nine, and I didn’t have the heart to get someone else to beta even when he was an asshole. I kind of just sent him the documents and he would leave comments like normal, but we didn’t talk much outside of that.”
“I can’t believe this.” Todoroki was aghast. “I think I should be fangirling, but you’re sort of underwhelming in real life.”
Deku frowned. “I feel like that’s sort of rude. And are you sure there isn’t something else I could do for the bet?”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
“...What are you planning?” Izuku asked, suspicious.
There was a mildly unhinged glint in Todoroki’s eyes. “Do you know what My Immortal is?”
“Oh no,” Izuku said.
“Oh, yes. I want you to rewrite My Immortal, but with Bakugo - author’s notes and everything - to be posted this evening and left up for 24 hours.”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Yes.”
“Why would I do that?”
Todoroki’s eyes gleamed with something malicious. “Because if you don’t, I will release the video of you jumping through a window into a public hero agency with ‘Endeavor sux’ spray-painted on the back of your costume to the public.”
“You’re a monster,” Izuku whispered, horrified.
Todoroki smiled. “Twitter. Instagram. Youtube. The works. Hell, I’ll even make a tumblr account for this.”
“You are way too invested in this bet.”
Todoroki shrugged. “Maybe. Now,” He gestured to Izuku’s beat-up laptop, decked out in All Might stickers. “Shall we?”
—
Hi my name is Katsuki Bakugou Dementia Ravenway and I have short icy blonde and bright red eyes and a lot of people tell me I look like All Might. (A/N: If you don’t know who he is, get the hell out of here!) I’m not related to All Might but I wish I was because he’s the coolest fucking hero. I’m actually a vampire, but my teeth are straight and white so I don’t look like one. I have pale, porcelain skin. I’m a hero in training. I go to Yuuei, and I’m in my third year. (I’m seventeen, turning eighteen soon.)
I’m a goth (if you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black, even with my uniform. When I’m not in uniform most of my clothes are from Hot Topic, because I love all of their stuff. For example, today I was wearing black fishnets layered with ripped jeans and an oversized black hoodie with fingerless gloves and lots of eyeliner. I was wearing white foundation, black eyeliner and lipstick and lots of red eyeshadow. I was walking around the Yuuei grounds. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which made me happy.
—
“Do you expect me to keep Draco here, or is this enough?” Izuku asked.
Todoroki just stared at him.
“...You expect me to keep Draco in here, don’t you.”
“No.”
“So I can write him out?”
“No.”
“I’m so confused right now.”
“Make him someone else. Replace him.”
“Like….who?”
“Kirishima.”
“ No. ”
—
“Hey, Katsuki!” Shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…Kirishima Eijiro!
“What’s up, Kiri?” I asked.
“Nothing,” He said shyly. But then, I heard some extras calling me and I had to go away.
AN: Is it good? Pls tell me thanks!
—
“I don’t know why I’m fixing her grammar as I go,” Izuku muttered. “You said go for as much accuracy as possible, but every time I see a period or comma in the wrong place I feel like I’m going to have an aneurysm.”
“Funny, considering that you text like a grandpa on antipsychotics.” Shoto deadpanned.
“Aww, Todoroki!” Izuku said in an overly sweet voice. “That’s so nice of you!”
“Keep writing,” Todoroki nudged him. “You’re posting this tonight, remember?”
“I can’t believe you blackmailed me into this.”
—
The next day, I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was cool as fuck, black ebony with red velvet and orange details. I got out of my coffin and took off my giant MCR pajamas, choosing to wear another outfit of a ripped black t-shirt over a fishnet shirt with cargo pants and my favorite combat boots. (They were bright orange) I also put on a pentagram necklace and the same makeup as yesterday. I put on four pairs of earrings and messed up my hair.
—
“Don’t expect me to write the smut,” Izuku said. “Because I would rather have Endeavor chase me through the streets while I was fully naked, ass out and everything, than write the smut.”
Todoroki nodded. “I can make that happen.”
“Wha - no!”
“Why won’t you write the smut?”
“Are you joking?” Izuku gaped. “ Why won’t I write the smut? ”
“What else would I be asking?”
“Well - for one, it’s gross. Kacchan is my classmate, and I refuse to write satirical porn of him that is so low quality it makes 50 Shades of Gray look good enough for the Golden Globes!”
Todoroki said nothing.
“ Shouto Todoroki. ”
“Fine,” Todoroki grumbled. “You don’t have to write the smut explicitly. But you need to mention it in passing.”
“I,” Izuku gritted out, turning back to his keyboard, “Am going to hell.”
“Eh, maybe,” Todorki said thoughtfully. “But isn’t this sort of fun?”
Izuku almost cried right then and there.
“Oh, and one more thing,”
“...I’m not sure I like where this is going.”
“I have a wonderful idea of who Willow should be.”
—
My friend, Shoto Todoroki, woke up and opened his eyes. He has heterochromia, which means one of them is blue and the other is gray and it looks super cool. He tossed his gorgeous half red, half white hair and put it up to get ready. He put on his Marilyn Manson t-shirt with ripped jeans and a lot of chains on them, then added his favorite platform boots that make him taller than me but I don’t care because Shouto is my best friend. Well, I sort of do care.
“Ugh, Shoto, you know I hate when you wear those around me!” I whined.
“Katsuki, are you feeling insecure about your height again? Do we need to talk about this?” Todoroki asked.
“No!” I snapped.
He shrugged. “Whatever. OMFG, I almost forgot, I saw you talking to Kirishima Eijiro yesterday!”
“Yeah? SO?” I said, blushing.
“Do you like Kirishima?” Todoroki asked as we walked out of our room and to the commons area. (Most people don’t have roommates, but Shoto and I asked for a special room because we’re besties! 4 liferz! <3)
“No I fucking don’t!” I yelled.
“I think you do,” Todoroki said thoughtfully. Just then, Kirishima walked up to me.
“Hi,” He said.
“Hi,” I replied flirtily.
“Guess what?” He asked me, sharp teeth glinting.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, Good Charlotte is having a concert in Musutafu.”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC, they’re my favorite band besides MCR.
“Well…do you want to go with me?” He asked, twisting a strand of his gorgeous red locks between his fingers.
I gasped.
—
“Todoroki, I don’t want to do this.” Izuku sat back from the computer. “This feels… wrong , somehow.”
“Bakugo will survive.”
“I don’t want to-”
“You know what happens if you fail to comply,” Todoroki said.
Izuku paled. “ Christ . Fine.”
—
AN: STOP FLAMING THE STORY PREPS OK!!! Otherwise thanks 2 the gothic ppl for the good reviews! P.S. I don’t own the lyrics from the Good Charlotte song.
On the night of the concert, I stole Shoto’s platform boots and put on a fishnet shirt layered with my fav MCR tee and pants with a lot of cool chains. I read a really depressing book and listened to some GC. I also painted my nails black and put on a ton of black eyeliner and lipstick. I drank some blood, and I was ready to go to the concert.
Kirishima was waiting for me in front of his car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt, (since they were also playing at the show) baggy black sk8r pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner. (AN: A lot of cool boyz wear it ok!) He looked hot AF!
“Hey, Kirishima.” I said in a super depressed voice.
“Hey, Katsuki.” He said. We climbed into his Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and drove to the concert venue. We listened to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson and smoked weed. We managed to get to the mosh pit and listened to Good Charlotte play.
“You came in cold, you’re covered in blood,
They’re all so happy you’ve arrived
The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom,
She sets you free into this life.”
“Joel is so fucking hot,” I said to Kirishima as I pointed to Joel, singing and filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Kirishima looked sad. “What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music.
Then I caught on. “Hey, it’s okay! I don’t like him better than YOU!”
“Really?” Asked Kirishima sensitively, and he put his arm around me protectively.
“Really,” I said. “Besides, I think he’s going out with Hilary Duff, that fucking bitch.”
—
“Midoriya, I understand your inclination to improve the original author’s poor grammar and use of slang, but I don’t like it. It’s ruining the ambiance.” Todoroki said.
Midoriya’s face was so red, Shoto was mildly worried he would explode. “Are you alright?”
“You’re blackmailing me into writing a My Immortal-inspired fanfiction about two of my classmates,” Izuku grit out.
“Yes.”
“You’re not letting me cut out Draco or anything-”
“He’s a major character, Izuku, you can’t just remove him.”
“And now you’re telling me to purposefully degrade my own grammar skills in favor of using intentionally terrible early 2000’s slang and phrases that aren’t even legible half the time!”
Shoto blinked. “Well, it’s not illegible, per se.”
“You’re so lucky I haven’t killed you yet.” Izuku sighed and pinched his nose bridge.
“I am a self-respecting fanfiction author! I refuse to lower myself to that level, even if it is for the sake of paying homage to something as iconic and terrible as My Immortal!”
Shoto looked confused. “How can a fanfiction author be self-respecting?”
Izuku took a deep breath. I will not murder my best friend. He thought. I will not murder my best friend.
—
After our crazy hot makeout-fuck sesh, I noticed a tattoo on Kirishima’s arm. It had the name NotDeku inside a heart with an arrow through it.
“The fuck is that?” I snapped.
“What? The tattoo?”
“Yeah no shit, the tattoo! What, are you and Deku fucking or something?”
“It’s - it’s not like that!” Kirishima pleaded.
“Really? Why else get his name tattooed in a heart?”
“You don’t understand!”
“I think I do!” I yelled, and stormed into the common room. Kirishima followed, wearing nothing but his pants. “DEKU!” I screamed, satisfied when the greenette flinched.
“Katsuki, it’s not what you think!” Kirishima screamed sadly.
“I DON’T CARE!” I screamed, and ran into the forest. There I saw All for One, with his stupid ugly melted face and I tried exploding him but I failed. I didn’t scream because I’m not some pussy ass bitch, but I kicked him in the balls and it was satisfying. He screamed, and then he pulled out a gun and offered it to me.
“Bakugo, you must kill the hero that is Izuku Midoriya!”
“No!” I yelled. “Fuck no, you faceless snake!”
“If you don’t, I will kill your beloved Kirishima!”
“I said no, you crumpled piece of tissue paper!” I paused, thinking. “Wait, so all I have to do is kill Deku?”
—
“Shouto, I am begging you-”
“Do it.”
“ Please ,” Izuku cried. “This is like signing my own death warrant!”
“Bakugo will survive.”
“Oh my god,” Izuku whined. “No, no, I can’t. You do it.”
“Fine,” Todoroki said, and hit post.
—
It didn’t take more than ten minutes for the comments to start streaming in.
endeavorsnipples
Bruh wtf is this i thought you were on hiatus
smallmight
LMAOOOOOOOO NOTDEKU’S FINALLY LOST IT
withthatattitude
Ao3 user BoomBoi ghostwrote this. Also dude r u ok? You disappeared for 6+ months and come back with. Whatever the hell this is.
best-jeanists-khakis
Im both worried and impressed. Did someone hijack your account?
“See?” Izuku whined, flopping back on his bed. “I’m finished.”
“I think they like it,” Shouto said, scrolling idly. “The reception’s pretty mixed but overall, people seem to think it’s funny.”
“It’s over, ” Izuku wailed. “I can never show my face online again unless-”
Knock knock knock
Izuku sat up. “Is there any way that’s, say, Uraraka?” He whispered.
“Maybe,” Todoroki tried to whisper, but he didn’t really have any volume control so it was more accurate to say he
said.
“Nobody’s home!”
The door opened to reveal Kirishima. “Uh, Bakubro said he wanted to see you downstairs,” he said. “Something about dementia?”
Izuku’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he fainted.
—
“Deku,” Someone said. “Deeee-kuuuuu. Wake up.”
Izuku groaned and rolled over. “Five more minutes, mom.”
Someone slapped him. Hard. “I said wake the fuck up!”
“Ow!” Izuku said, sitting up and pressing a hand to his stinging cheek to see…
“Hi, Kacchan.”
Katsuki stood before him, arms crossed and one foot tapping impatiently. “Fuckin’ finally.” He muttered, pulling out his phone and scrolling until he found something. “Ah, there it is.”
Izuku felt his stomach drop. “Before you read that, I just want to say-”
“Shut up, nerd.”
Izuku shut his mouth. Katsuki cleared his throat.
“”Katsuki Bakugou Dementia Ravenway,”” He started. “You didn’t even have the brains to change my name.”
“I-”
“”Shouto is my best friend.”” No he’s fuckin not. And what’s this about the height difference?”
“For the record-”
“He’s two inches taller than me. Two inches. ”
“And the whole thing with All for One? Really , Deku?” Katsuki scoffed and put his phone away. “This is just four thousand plagarised words of asscrack of the world-quality Harry fucking Potter fanfiction. It’s the worst thing you’ve ever written.”
“Blame Todoroki, not me,” Izuku muttered, and pulled his head back when Katsuki leaned in to say in a low voice,
“Do you know what the worst thing about this whole thing is?”
Izuku swallowed. “No, Kacchan.”
“You didn’t even send it to me to beta.”
Izuku short circuited. “What?”
“I mean, the kidnapping excuse made sense when I didn’t have access to a fuckin’ phone, sure. But after ? I mean, do you want to replace me or something? ‘Cuz that’s not fuckin’ happening.”
“ That’s what you’re mad about?” Izuku asked. “Out of everything, you’re angry because I didn’t get you to beta?”
“Hm? Well, actually I’m mad about everything,” Katsuki grinned. “You have ten seconds. Run. ”
“What?” Izuku asked, frantically looking around for someone to help, but the common room was empty.
“Nine,”
“C’mon, Kacchan, we can talk this out,” Izuku pleaded.
Katsuki’s hands sparked. “ Eight. ”
Izuku bolted. He might have broken a window or two in his escape.