November 11, 2025 • 36 mins
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Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki, Fandom: MHA, Rating T
Summary: "They’re watching TV and Izuku is being interviewed and they ask him how he feels about fans writing abt him and he says he can’t be anything but flattered when he used to write fanfiction himself- he and Dynamight both actually-
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Okay. So maybe Katsuki had a self insert herosona as a kid. Who didn’t? And maybe that herosona had a partner… a partner who was… an awful lot…like his longtime crush and best friend… Red Riot…"
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Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki, Fandom: MHA, Rating T
Summary: "They’re watching TV and Izuku is being interviewed and they ask him how he feels about fans writing abt him and he says he can’t be anything but flattered when he used to write fanfiction himself- he and Dynamight both actually-
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Okay. So maybe Katsuki had a self insert herosona as a kid. Who didn’t? And maybe that herosona had a partner… a partner who was… an awful lot…like his longtime crush and best friend… Red Riot…"
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
And welcome back everyone to Therapizebacca go pod fix with
as you saw in the episode title, bit of a
change in plans. So originally I'd said that the public
podcast this month's lineup would be Chapter nine of Adventures
of Redbaka Goukotski, which is already out, and One That
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Got Away, which is a small Spotify wrapped travel like
prompt that I had last year that I finished and
it was gonna be a little mini episode, and you
guys were very sweet and so gracious and so excited
for that lineup, and you will still get the One
That Got Away in another month. But instead of a
travel I thought, instead of waiting a month, I can
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do what I want, and what I want is to
read you guys the newest fic that I put on
my AO three, which I just uploaded this morning. It's
called Mister Bombastic. It is a kiri baku and I've
been sitting on it for a couple of years, and
I finally the last two days was like, you know what,
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let's let's delete. Let's delete the chunk of ending that
I was struggling with and just do something new and
change it up and do something new, because maybe, because
sometimes when you're writing a whip and you get really stuck, Honestly,
what helps the most is to delete the last couple
of paragraphs you fucking wrote and just be like, you
know what, mulligan, and we're doing it again, and then
you get some fresh like perspective and you get some
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fresh momentum, and often like you get unstuck. So uh,
that's really helpful for me, and I really I like it.
I like the concept. I loved the idea when I
had it a couple of years ago, and you guys
are gonna hear all about it. So this is mister
bombastic we are. I'm I have such ugh. I'm just
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I'm so excited about this one because I've I've been
thinking about this motherfucker for years and I've often been like, damn,
it'd be great if that was done already, so that
I could like listen to it as a pod because like,
sometimes I can't sleep. I listened to my shit because
I know what's going to happen, and it's my voice
and it's you know, it just kind of blends a
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little bit into the background. It's very low stakes. It
easy for me to fall asleep. Too, and so many
a moment I have wished and now making it a reality,
I hope you guys like it again. If you haven't
read this one yet, which is very possible, the link
for it is in the description. You do need to
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have an AO three account in order to read it,
because I had to put most of not all of
my fix on registered users only quite a while ago
because of like scraping for like generative AI, which we
hate generative AI. Don't use generative AI. It's ruining the planet.
It is disgusting, horrible, and it is theft, So don't
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use that shit for anything ever. And in order to
protect my stuff from it, I had to try to
do what I could to limit bot's abilities to scrape
it because that's really shit. It really sucks, and I
want to be able to share my stuff, so I'm
protecting it as I can. So you do need to
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have an account, But if you've ever read any of
my fix, that's not news to you, all right. So
the rating teen and up it gets a little suggestive.
Initially I was gonna make it smutty, and then it
would have been a pain. I would have had to
make it a Patreon exclusive because I don't do those
on the public Pod, but I felt the vibe actually
worked really well, just kind of having a few suggestive
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moments here and there, and then I was like, okay, cool.
Then it does actually work for the public pod as well,
because don't worry, the Patreonic exclusive fix will not be
running out of shit anytime soon, especially since once I
start recording why Chocolate Lemons, that that will that's so
full of smite in between the fucking it has to
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be Patreon exclusive it just for the ratings. It has
to be so really excited about recording that one really
hope I might be able to get to it this year,
but I don't know. We only have one more month.
Isn't that crazy? Like this month and like and then
December and then like twenty six well, hey, what the
fuck Jesus. Anyway, no archive warnings apply. This is an
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M slash M fic obviously. The fandom is my hero
at Academia. The relationship is uh Bako Ukatski and Kirishima Adro.
The characters are Baka, katsk Kishi Major. It's a very
focused fic. It takes place only over like like fucking
twenty four forty eight hours, very very focused scenario. Here
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only two characters. Technically Deca makes an appearance on TV,
but that's not the same, so additional tags. Bakago is
such a nerd, dark ass nerd. In fact, he definitely
wrote self insert fanfic as a kid. He and Deku
for sure fanfic and fan fiction. Mentioned characters are pro heroes.
My hero Academia. Kirishimt Adro is a ray of sunshine
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doing me dirty with a big yawn before my favorite
tag my hair tag. Here goes number one pro hero
red Riot. That's my agenda and I'm sticking to it. Confessions,
sweet Yearning, longtime crush. They were roommates, so this is
this is so early. I legitimately posted this so early
ago that it has like four hits. It's just I
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just posted this, but I'm you know, now is my
recording time, and I was like, well that's perfect. So
here we go with mister Bombastic, which is spelled like
underscore lowercase m r uppercase B uppercase m uppercase B
and then lowercase A S T I C with another
underscore as if it's like the the like user name
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on like an old fan fixed site. This is potentially
I don't think that this is enough detail to like
fully like date and age me. But I was very
much thinking about like fanfiction dot net, because that's where
I started a cool How old am I'm thirty years old?
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I would say sixteen years ago? Jesus, yeah I was.
I was fourteen I think when I got introduced ish
to fan fiction as a concept, and that was via
fanfiction dot net before the great porn call. Uh and yeah,
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and then I only I was really only ever on
fanfiction dot net and then you know, a bit of
a gap and then uh, AO three. Y'all don't know,
how ever, if anybody here has only ever been on
AO three or primarily like been on A three, was
not like into or around for the fan fiction nott
net days or live journal days. Even you don't know
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how good do you have it? Oh? You don't know
how good you have it? On archive of our own
and the like current etiquette that people have, like obviously
some some of the etiquette. I'm like, maybe we should
bring some of it back because sometimes people be acting
real lawless, but like, yeah, I have no idea. Oh
my god. The filter system sweet luxury. You don't even know.
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Oh you don't even know, and I don't want you
to know. It's so it was so created and people
used to I'm not gonna lie people cometimes. People can
be really really out of pocket now, but it's, oh
my god, it used to be so bad. You said,
I can't think about this. I can't. I can't add.
The most unrealistic thing here is the idea that Kotski,
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as he was as a teenager and child like a
little ball of like righteous anger, would ever be able
to last on a site like fanfiction dot Net with
his temper like there's honest to god, I don't actually
think that it's possible. But for the sake of this,
we're all gonna suspend disbelief and pretend everybody was only
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ever very nice to him. Okay, all right, So here
we go with mister Bombastic by therapist Bacca Goo. Summary.
They're watching TV and Azuku is being interviewed and they
ask him how he feels about fans writing about him,
and he says he can't be anything but flattered. When
he used to write fan fiction himself, he and Dynamite
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both actually little break now. So that was like an
expert in this summary. Okay, so maybe Kotsky had a
fan self had a self insert hero sona as a kid, Okay,
who didn't. And maybe that hero sona had a partner,
a partner who was an awful lot like his longtime
crush and best friend Red Ryot. Let's get going. It
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was a Sunday, a day for rest, a day for peace.
Kotsky was experiencing neither of those true. He was on
the sofa next to the love of his life, although
he doesn't know it, Kiushima, who had grown into the
fresh number one pro hero red Riot partner in the
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field to Konsky's number two rank as Dynamite, his roommate,
best friend, secret object of all of Kotsky's affections since
first year. They're watching TV and Izuku is being interviewed
and they ask him how he feels about fans writing
about him, and he says he can't be anything but
flattered when he used to write fan fiction himself. He
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and Dynamite both actually Adiro just barely manages to snatch
the remote out of Kotsky's hands before he can explode
it as a light flush creeps up to blonde's face
with a few choice swear words. Bro, you used to
write fan fiction, too, Adriro teases with a smirk as
he wraps hardened arms around and instantly bristling Kotsky. Shut
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the fuck up. She doesn't know what he's fucking talking about.
Kotsky squirms, and Adro laughs, as if he isn't two
seconds and a question away from an explosion to the nuts.
Chill out, man, I wrote fan fiction too. I wrote
tons of Crimson Riots stuff when I was a kid.
It's nothing to be ashamed of. He squeezes Katsky, and
the blonde scowls, crossing his arms as best as he
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can in Thediro's grip. You would write novels about Crimson
Riot nerd Adro laughs and his arms unhardened, but they
stay wrapped around Kotsky and the blonde relaxes a bit more. Again,
it wasn't novels, dude, just some short story is about
him saving the world kid stuff. You know. Kotsky does know.
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He relaxes more, letting them rearrange to rest his head
on Adro's shoulder as they settle into the couch again,
still half on the redhead's lap, with neither of them
rushing to move. Kotsky loves moments like these, loves how
Agero never rushes to let go or move away. He's
a physical guy, always happy to be in the middle
of a friendly cuddle, puddler giving their friends piggyback rides
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when they're out and tired, as if they aren't all
near inhumanly physically fit. So maybe it's not exactly how
Kosky wants it, but it's good. He'll take it. He'll
take you know, he'll take any who even wrote our
own hero sona's helping all might save the day or
becoming pros on our own. I'd like to think many
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young hero hope wills do that. Izuku's voice filters through
the TV, and Kotsky's blood pressure skyrockets once again as
he takes in that subtle smirk that tells him Izuku
knows exactly how mortified Kotski would be. Is fucking Smoke's
piece of shit? Ah? Kotsky really wait, I want to know,
absolutely not. I do not remember that shit, Kotski replies, firmly,
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refusing to move. A single inch had glued to kiushima shoulders,
so the taller man couldn't even look him in the eye.
Much to his relief, Kiushima dropped it, even allowing Kotsky
to steal the remote and change the channel to some
cooking show for the rest of the evening. It wasn't
until they'd said good night and retired to their respective
rooms that Kotski let out a deep breath and damn
near ripped his laptop into rushing to open it. Okay, Initially, yes,
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Kotsky and Dekho had just made up childhood stories about
all Night's adventures and life as a hero to each other,
and then eventually they'd discovered fan fiction communities online, and
even when they were no longer friends through middle school,
kotskiy knew Azuku knew him well enough to figure out
that he had still been into fan fiction. They'd spent
way too many hours comparing their dream hero son as
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in detailing their lives as pros for that to just
fizzle out. Kotsky hums as his laptop blinks alive as
he remembers his first solo stories before stiffening at the
memory of the number one reason that Kiroshima can never
ever see any of this crap research. Kotski had his
self insert yeah, Explodo Kill, but Explodokill had a partner, Carbine,
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named after the strongest material in the world. Duh, just
really love torturing Kotsky. Kosky placed his head in his
hands and groaned quietly, A Carbine, fuck my life. In
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teen Kotsky's world, Explodokill was the number one hero after
a retired Almite, Greater than anyone ever was. He was
blonde with red eyes, a muscular body, and a totally
freaking badass hero suit that was illustrated in fan art
attached to the stories drawn by Kotski himself. Style heavily
influenced by both manga and his parents clothing design sketches.
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Explodo Kill was universally beloved and respected it and didn't
give anyone the time of day except his hero partner, Carbine.
Kotsky couldn't help but smirk a bit into his hands,
slowly remembering all the details of Carbine. Designed to be
Kotsky's Explodo Kills equal and perfect match. Carbine was a
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jacked six foot tall hero who was virtually indestructible, constantly
pushing Explodo Kill to be stronger and supporting him without hesitation.
If he remembered correctly. Who was he kidding, he remembered vividly.
At first, Carbine had just made some appearances in action
packed stories, much like the ones they once both made
up with Almight, But later in middle school some of
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the stories published under the safety of anonymity online had
contained some more romantic elements. It was perfectly normal and
healthy for teenagers to wonder about things, Kotsky reasoned away
some of the blooming embarrassment. He'd been a lonely kid
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at heart. No matter what he'd said back then, lackeys
and followers weren't friends. They couldn't replace a real companionship
and intimacy of any kind. And he'd oh so sue him, okay,
he'd yearned for someone that could match him, challenge him,
support him, actually like him. My god, that's so sad.
I'm so sorry. I fleeted this. Damn sorry. He stared
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at the bank. He stared at the He stared at
the blank new tab for a second and bit his
lip in thought. Fuck, he probably didn't even remember the
password anymore, not that it mattered unless it was worse
than he remembered it being, And then he wouldn't rest
until he found a way to take it down. Well,
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only want me to find out. He may not know
the password, but he certainly knew his own username. Oh
this is so much worse, actually, Oh. Kotsky's face bloomed
bright red as he scanned the countless stories on his
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old page. Those romantic elements had certainly evolved. Carbine's descriptions
became more detailed quickly. He'd made Carbine a flirt, bold
and masculine, dropped notes about a hairy chest or stubborn
beard stuble, written sparring scenes that were so full of
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tension that kept readers wondering if they were really just
sparring or building up into more young Kotsky had even
written a few scenes where pro hero explodokill saved his
partner in the nick of time, leaving readers with a
lingering eye contact and breathless cliffhangers like a truck. The
memory of continuing some of those scenes in the privacy
of his own documents slammed into him, and he found
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himself racing to open another tab to the one private
email account he's kept his whole life, hitting show all
documents and oldest to newest, and then wondering if a
swan dive from their balcony would be enough to finish
the job. Because holy shit, let's just say Carbine had
stuck around through puberty. Kasiy clicked back to his fan
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fiction profile, quickly adjusting himself slightly in hisweats as he
returned to scrolling through his page. By the time he'd
started at Ua, Carbine had actually grown to feature in
every story Kotsky anonymously published. Sometimes he even turned the
tables and saved explodokill instead of actually being saved, catching
the explosive hero in strong arms and a tender smile.
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Carbine was everything Kotsky had ever dreamed of. He was funny, cool, charming, handsome,
strong inside and out, unwavering. His phone screen lit up
with a text from Kiashima that said, look, dude, I
swear this cat looks exactly like you. Carbine was basically Kiushima.
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Now Mina would laugh and say that Kosky manifested him,
but Koski would rather swallow battery acid than ever admit
carbon's existence to anybody, anybody who didn't already know. He
scrambled for his phone, opened Atzuku's contact, called shitty fuckhead
and texted him not a word nor not a fucking
word to him, oral, howardzer you into the next century?
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He got a middle finger emoji back with a green heart.
Ough gross. He rolled his eyes in disgust before clicking
on Kiushima's chat. Hum. Hm, that cat really did look
like him thumbs up. Reacting to the text and approval,
He hoped to laugh when he heard Kiroshima faintly laughing
himself through the wall. Moments later, Katski turned his attention
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back to the screen and scrolled down to the last story.
Expression fell slightly to see the date he'd published it
the day before going to that training camp. With this class,
a story where Carbine had fought a horde of villains
to get to explodo'kill, who had allowed himself to be
taken prisoner so he could take the villains down from inside.
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They'd met victorious in battle in the middle of the lair,
sharing a passionate kiss among explosions. That was, of course,
not exactly how real life had ended up playing out,
as weirdly prophetic as it was. Kotsky sighed as he
pictured his younger self as he had returned home to
his computer after being rescued how he had flinched away
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from seeing the story pop up on his screen when
he turned the computer on his recent experience, souring his
fantasies as he had angrily exited the page in his
documents and never touched them again, swearing he didn't need
explodokill and he definitely didn't need carbine to save him. Well,
I was right, Kotsky thought, I didn't need carbine anymore.
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I had Kiroshima well in the ways that mattered the most. Katski,
Oh my god, don't sneeze. Kosky scrolled online for a
few minutes before finding a picture of an orange cat
mid sneeze and sending it to Kiashima with this you,
and grinning to himself at the bark of laughter he
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heard through the wall Again. He turned back to the
glow of his laptop screen and clicked back to his documents,
opening a new one. It was surprising how quickly he
was able to get into it again, even though the
story he'd had in mind was so far beyond anything
he would have imagined as a teen. Only a couple
of hours and a lengthy list of password attempts later,
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he found himself blearily hitting post and passing out the
moment he fell into bed, mind full of tender touches
and familiarity as images of carbine and Kiroshima blended together.
Narrowly avoided that one that sneeze. Narrowly avoided that fucking
mm Nope, not on my watch. Okay, there's a little cut,
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little time passing. When he awoke, he'd almost forgotten all
about the previous day's events. That was at least until
he was standing in their shared kitchen with one eye
barely open, clutching his coffee and setting kirosh emails on
the counter before checking his emails. With a startled noise,
he fumbled both his phone and coffee, scrambled to not
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drop both, swearing as the mug hit the floor. Thank
fuck for quirk Proof, Thank fuck for quirk Proof glass,
he thought, as made sound like I was advertising for
quirk Proof glass. But it's the only way to say
that doesn't end up in me stuttering, he thought, as
he quickly knelt down and grabbed a rag to mop
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up the spill with one hand while scanning through his
overflowing inbox with the other subject line after subject line
of comments on his recent work filled his screen, and
he felt his ears heat up as he scanned through them.
Another arm bear, what is going on? Another arm basically
just barely going through the motions of cleaning. As his
eyes widened, the comments read talk about a blast from
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the past. I totally forgot about these figs and thirteen
year old me cannot believe the thirty year old me
just got this notification and read an Explodo killix carbine
fick at my office desk. Another red fuck, I missed
these ocs. This was so sweet. I hope things are
good for you, OPI, And the final one that he
saw said anyone else, anyone else noticed Explodo killing carbine
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are kind of like dynamite and Red Kotsky is everything? Okay?
I heard something fall. Karoshima rushed around the corner, hair
wet and framing his face, dark red strands curling damp
down his neck. Ratty old Chimhowel slung hastily around his hips.
Kotsky smacked his head against the kitchen table. He tried
to straighten up so fast, swearing, he dropped the rag
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and shoved his phone in his pocket, and Kiaoshima raised
an eyebrow curiously. Uh you good man? Uh huh, Koski crawled,
drop my coffee. It's fine, I'm fine. I know you're
the number one. How you don't have to rush out
here half naked just because you heard something fall, he teased,
and Karoshima laughed, satisfied that everything was all right, and
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his smile with equal parts cocky and sheepish combination. Only
someone with his overwhelming charism could pull off what you
want me to walk in full naked instead dynamite, he teased,
shaking his hips and crossing his hands behind his neck.
Unimpressed and well familiar with this particular distraction tactic, Katski
met his gaze evenly, a spark of fondness in his eye.
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In your dreams riot, Koski shot back with an eye
roll as he grabbed the dish rag and mopped up
the rest of the spill. Karashi magrinn before dropping the
bit and brushing his hair back shoulder length strands, clinging
wet to his shoulders. I know you can take care
of yourself, man, It's just like reflex, you know. Boy?
Did he ever if there was anyone who understood the
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almost primal urgency that gripped every muscle in every tendon
in his body to drop everything and run to Kiashima's
side without a second thought the moment he thought Kishimi
needed help, A reflex was a good way of putting it.
Kotski thought it felt automatic, easier than breathing to be
so aware of Kiroshima attuned to him, much like the
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way Kotsky had written Carbine and Explodo kill. If he
was honest, a perfect team fighting together and for each
other seamlessly. If only Kiroshima knew how deep that reflex
could go, Kotski, You sure, good man? Huh? Yes, yeah.
Kotsky shook off his thoughts and Kishima's concern as he
stood back up and put the rag on and put
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the rag to dry in the heater. Fine, didn't sleep
much last night, kioShiMa laughed, and well, Kotsky wasn't the
number two hero for nothing. There was something just a
tick too mischievous in that laugh. You know, that's a
funny coincidence. Karashima smirked, and Kotsky slowly turned to fix
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him with a shrewd look, only to see an all
too self satisfied man leaning against their kitchen counter. Is
it Kosky asked, eyes narrowing. Mm hmmm. See, I was
playing Animal crossing. I fucking told you to stop playing
that after ten you get no fucking sleep. And I
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got an email, Kishima smiled. I got an email from
this old website I used to use as a kid.
It hosts fan fiction and we were just talking about
that last night. Okay, sure Kotsky could fly, but if
he suppressed the instinct to ignite his palms, maybe he
could land hard enough from jumping out their window to
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at least knock himself into a respectable coma. And I thought, hmm,
isn't that funny? The way he was looking at Kowski
made the blonde feel like there may never be anything
funny ever again in the entire world. It was an
author notification there was this guy. Well, I always assumed
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it was a guy wishful thinking. Maybe, Kiushima continued Ian
Kotsky like a cat would a canary in a cage.
He used to have these stories about these two original
heroes that I used to love, and I wanted to
be just like, oh no, you don't, and just as
Kotsky made for the window to fly away, obviously, obviously,
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Kiashima lunged at him towel hanging on for dear life,
and hardened his arms around and immediately struggling and swearing. Kotsky, No,
you know, Kiashima chuckled. I think legally, if you could
beat me right now, you'd be the number one hero.
Let me go, you evil, fucking bastard. Oh please, Kotzki,
come on, come on, it's cute. Fuck, don't spark off.
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I mean it, it's cute. I wasn't gonna say anything
until I was sure, but I just would you listen
to me? Kotsky paused his struggle to focus instead on
the facts of the matter. One Kiarashima was laughing at him,
no kind of with No, he was laughing at him,
at him a little bit. Two Kiarashima is probably the
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only person in the world allowed to laugh at him
without real consequence. Three Kiashima, who was half naked and
holding him very tightly, had read his fan fiction, including
his recent update, and was not in fact screaming and
running for the hills. He was still giggling a little
fucking sh had but he was there. He hadn't left,
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and he wasn't going to leave. So Kotsky let out
ahuff of breath, not pouting, and fixed his gaze on
a spot on their wall where over time the paint
had slightly chipped and give a small grunt, so Kiashima
knew to start talking carefully. Kiroshima laughed softly, and Kotsky
felt the breath through his hair before feeling Kishima rest
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his chin on's head and loosened his grip around him slightly.
I know you started writing those before we ever met,
but after we had did I? I mean, was there ever? Not?
At first? Godski admitted. Towards the end, more, he took
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a deep breath, and last night he turned to girl. Please.
He turned in Kishima's arms to face him and found
a tender expression equal parts brave and vulnerable in Kishima's
warm eyes. Last night completely completely, Kishima asked, voice softening.
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Kotsky met his gaze with the lift of his chin,
pride swelling in his chest. You're my fucking hero, have
been for a long time. A grin spread across Kiroshima's face,
and Kotski was reminded of how, over time he'd started
describing Carbine's smile to be like the sun. He didn't
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have time to linger on that, though, as he quickly
discovered that whatever he, in the privacy of his own
documents which were between him and God, had speculated Carbine's
kiss to be comparable to must pale entirely in comparison
to Kiroshima's little bonus. Kiashima will not rest until he
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finds out what's Sankoski steam your docks, and once Kotski
gets through the brutal ego death that that brings about,
they have a lot of fun acting some things out.
End notes. I've been sitting on this for years. War
is over. I originally planned this to be a whole zne,
so more maybe to come, maybe even an Explode Kills
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ex Carbine original, but that is on the back burner.
I want to focus on finishing more whips and updates
and also living my fucking A three author's note ass life.
I love you guys, xx low kisses. So yeah, oh yeah,
it was so. It was supposed to be a zene,
like a solo zine, where the plan was to have
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this story in it potentially longer and potentially not safe
for work, or make like a separate Nazi for work
like side story, or like second part to go along
with it, and then there would be a actual Carbine
and explod O kill fick as if written by teenage Kotski,
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which is quite the challenge. It's quite a specific voice
to try to capture, but very fun. And then there
would have been art included in the art that I
had planned that I'd already started is a kind of
fashion sketch of Explodo kills uniform and Carbines looking uniform
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that like implicitly Kotsky would have made as a teenager.
That would have been an example of like what was
included there little a little comic of the point of
inspiration for this, because the point of inspiration for this
is that I doodled this stupid, very ugly, fucked up
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looking comic because I had the idea and I just
sketched out really fast, and so it's it's very ugly.
Of like Decu actually being over at their house and
they're all having dinner, and Decu brings up the fan
fiction thing because he and he does like a Grinch fit,
like the like you know when the Grinch smiles and
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it like curls up his whole fucking face and you're like,
oh fuck, that's what Decu looked like in the comic,
right before opening his mouth to like reveal that Kotski
used to write self insert fan fiction and shit and
like expose him basically a little bit to Kiarashima, just
to embarrass him for fun. And so that was like
a couple panels of comic that I had doodled out
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where I was like, Okay, I would obviously like make
that do that properly, which drying a whole comic exhausting
who And uh so I have that like sketched out,
and I have the original like ugly ass ketch. It's
so heinous, it's so hard to read, and it's so ugly,
but it's also very dear to me because it's very
funny and silly. So that would have also been or
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that would be also in the zone both the original
sketch comics. You could see the ugly little origin story
and then you could see like the nice comic next
to the nice version, little cheeby versions of them, like
as if they had little like like fake hero merch
for these like two quote unquote fictional within fictional heroes. Yeah,
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so that's like as if they were maybe like doodles
also like in Kotski's like notebooks, and yeah, that was
kind of the idea. However, if you can imagine, over
the last couple of years, I haven't exactly had the
ability or spoons to do so, and so I was like,
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I don't want to sit on this paper. It's like
with the ten Heart event one where it was supposed
to also be like a Starry Valley themed like my aracanaemiazine,
which like, again, not that these things will never happen,
but they're not. I'm not. I didn't want to wait
until I can do them or execute them to release,
to finish the story and release it. So I decided
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to finish this one also and release it because I
thought it would be nice. I thought people might like it,
and I thought it would be good for me. So
and I think it has been because it was really fun.
It was really fun to read, and it was cool
to give you guys a bit of a surprise treat
of a full, full second fan fic instead of a
drabble this month. I know you guys like the Dravels too.
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I like doing the Drivels too, between, but this one
I was like, no, I'm eching. I gotta do it.
I gotta do it. I gotta do it. So I'm
working through these whips and trying to get back into
the swing of things more even though again I'm living
quite the AO three authors no life, and I'm I'm
doing my best, so just really busy. Uh, and I'm moving,
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so you know, most most y'all will know that moving
is a whole ordeal. So yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed.
It's a bit early in the month, but I didn't
want to wait any longer, and today was one of
my recording days, so I am going to be uploading
this today and then I am also going to now
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be recording the Patreon exclusive, the first Patron exclusive FI
for this month, and I'm excited. I'm gonna go freshen
up my water stretch a little and then start recording
for that too, So if you want to check that out,
you should consider joining the Patreon. I don't know which
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tier is going to get there fick first today I
will have to look over both of them and see
which one I like fits better in my recording time
right now, and then yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed.
Mister bombastic, which is definitely the username that I gave
Coskey in this universe for his old AO three account
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or his old fan pick account whatever. But yeah, I
hope you guys enjoyed. I had a great time. I
look forward to listening to this one to go to sleep.
And yeah, thanks so much for the comments and sweet
sweet things that people leave me, both on A three
and wherever you listen to your podcasts and can comment.
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I really appreciate them. I try to reply to most everything,
or at least like it, so I do see it
all and I really appreciate it. And yeah, all right, everybody,
be kind, take care of yourselves. Wear a mask. Shit
is I mean, you should always wear a mask. But
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also like it's getting it's pretty bad again. Things are
getting pretty bad again. You should please protect yourselves. You
do not want a permanent condition to trust me. And
then yeah, all links to this fick and to the
Patreon are in the description below. Bye
And welcome back everyone to Therapizebacca go pod fix with
as you saw in the episode title, bit of a
change in plans. So originally I'd said that the public
podcast this month's lineup would be Chapter nine of Adventures
of Redbaka Goukotski, which is already out, and One That
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Got Away, which is a small Spotify wrapped travel like
prompt that I had last year that I finished and
it was gonna be a little mini episode, and you
guys were very sweet and so gracious and so excited
for that lineup, and you will still get the One
That Got Away in another month. But instead of a
travel I thought, instead of waiting a month, I can
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do what I want, and what I want is to
read you guys the newest fic that I put on
my AO three, which I just uploaded this morning. It's
called Mister Bombastic. It is a kiri baku and I've
been sitting on it for a couple of years, and
I finally the last two days was like, you know what,
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let's let's delete. Let's delete the chunk of ending that
I was struggling with and just do something new and
change it up and do something new, because maybe, because
sometimes when you're writing a whip and you get really stuck, Honestly,
what helps the most is to delete the last couple
of paragraphs you fucking wrote and just be like, you
know what, mulligan, and we're doing it again, and then
you get some fresh like perspective and you get some
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fresh momentum, and often like you get unstuck. So uh,
that's really helpful for me, and I really I like it.
I like the concept. I loved the idea when I
had it a couple of years ago, and you guys
are gonna hear all about it. So this is mister
bombastic we are. I'm I have such ugh. I'm just
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I'm so excited about this one because I've I've been
thinking about this motherfucker for years and I've often been like, damn,
it'd be great if that was done already, so that
I could like listen to it as a pod because like,
sometimes I can't sleep. I listened to my shit because
I know what's going to happen, and it's my voice
and it's you know, it just kind of blends a
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little bit into the background. It's very low stakes. It
easy for me to fall asleep. Too, and so many
a moment I have wished and now making it a reality,
I hope you guys like it again. If you haven't
read this one yet, which is very possible, the link
for it is in the description. You do need to
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have an AO three account in order to read it,
because I had to put most of not all of
my fix on registered users only quite a while ago
because of like scraping for like generative AI, which we
hate generative AI. Don't use generative AI. It's ruining the planet.
It is disgusting, horrible, and it is theft, So don't
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use that shit for anything ever. And in order to
protect my stuff from it, I had to try to
do what I could to limit bot's abilities to scrape
it because that's really shit. It really sucks, and I
want to be able to share my stuff, so I'm
protecting it as I can. So you do need to
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have an account, But if you've ever read any of
my fix, that's not news to you, all right. So
the rating teen and up it gets a little suggestive.
Initially I was gonna make it smutty, and then it
would have been a pain. I would have had to
make it a Patreon exclusive because I don't do those
on the public Pod, but I felt the vibe actually
worked really well, just kind of having a few suggestive
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moments here and there, and then I was like, okay, cool.
Then it does actually work for the public pod as well,
because don't worry, the Patreonic exclusive fix will not be
running out of shit anytime soon, especially since once I
start recording why Chocolate Lemons, that that will that's so
full of smite in between the fucking it has to
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be Patreon exclusive it just for the ratings. It has
to be so really excited about recording that one really
hope I might be able to get to it this year,
but I don't know. We only have one more month.
Isn't that crazy? Like this month and like and then
December and then like twenty six well, hey, what the
fuck Jesus. Anyway, no archive warnings apply. This is an
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M slash M fic obviously. The fandom is my hero
at Academia. The relationship is uh Bako Ukatski and Kirishima Adro.
The characters are Baka, katsk Kishi Major. It's a very
focused fic. It takes place only over like like fucking
twenty four forty eight hours, very very focused scenario. Here
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only two characters. Technically Deca makes an appearance on TV,
but that's not the same, so additional tags. Bakago is
such a nerd, dark ass nerd. In fact, he definitely
wrote self insert fanfic as a kid. He and Deku
for sure fanfic and fan fiction. Mentioned characters are pro heroes.
My hero Academia. Kirishimt Adro is a ray of sunshine
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doing me dirty with a big yawn before my favorite
tag my hair tag. Here goes number one pro hero
red Riot. That's my agenda and I'm sticking to it. Confessions,
sweet Yearning, longtime crush. They were roommates, so this is
this is so early. I legitimately posted this so early
ago that it has like four hits. It's just I
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just posted this, but I'm you know, now is my
recording time, and I was like, well that's perfect. So
here we go with mister Bombastic, which is spelled like
underscore lowercase m r uppercase B uppercase m uppercase B
and then lowercase A S T I C with another
underscore as if it's like the the like user name
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on like an old fan fixed site. This is potentially
I don't think that this is enough detail to like
fully like date and age me. But I was very
much thinking about like fanfiction dot net, because that's where
I started a cool How old am I'm thirty years old?
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I would say sixteen years ago? Jesus, yeah I was.
I was fourteen I think when I got introduced ish
to fan fiction as a concept, and that was via
fanfiction dot net before the great porn call. Uh and yeah,
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and then I only I was really only ever on
fanfiction dot net and then you know, a bit of
a gap and then uh, AO three. Y'all don't know,
how ever, if anybody here has only ever been on
AO three or primarily like been on A three, was
not like into or around for the fan fiction nott
net days or live journal days. Even you don't know
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how good do you have it? Oh? You don't know
how good you have it? On archive of our own
and the like current etiquette that people have, like obviously
some some of the etiquette. I'm like, maybe we should
bring some of it back because sometimes people be acting
real lawless, but like, yeah, I have no idea. Oh
my god. The filter system sweet luxury. You don't even know.
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Oh you don't even know, and I don't want you
to know. It's so it was so created and people
used to I'm not gonna lie people cometimes. People can
be really really out of pocket now, but it's, oh
my god, it used to be so bad. You said,
I can't think about this. I can't. I can't add.
The most unrealistic thing here is the idea that Kotski,
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as he was as a teenager and child like a
little ball of like righteous anger, would ever be able
to last on a site like fanfiction dot Net with
his temper like there's honest to god, I don't actually
think that it's possible. But for the sake of this,
we're all gonna suspend disbelief and pretend everybody was only
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ever very nice to him. Okay, all right, So here
we go with mister Bombastic by therapist Bacca Goo. Summary.
They're watching TV and Azuku is being interviewed and they
ask him how he feels about fans writing about him,
and he says he can't be anything but flattered. When
he used to write fan fiction himself, he and Dynamite
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both actually little break now. So that was like an
expert in this summary. Okay, so maybe Kotsky had a
fan self had a self insert hero sona as a kid, Okay,
who didn't. And maybe that hero sona had a partner,
a partner who was an awful lot like his longtime
crush and best friend Red Ryot. Let's get going. It
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was a Sunday, a day for rest, a day for peace.
Kotsky was experiencing neither of those true. He was on
the sofa next to the love of his life, although
he doesn't know it, Kiushima, who had grown into the
fresh number one pro hero red Riot partner in the
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field to Konsky's number two rank as Dynamite, his roommate,
best friend, secret object of all of Kotsky's affections since
first year. They're watching TV and Izuku is being interviewed
and they ask him how he feels about fans writing
about him, and he says he can't be anything but
flattered when he used to write fan fiction himself. He
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and Dynamite both actually Adiro just barely manages to snatch
the remote out of Kotsky's hands before he can explode
it as a light flush creeps up to blonde's face
with a few choice swear words. Bro, you used to
write fan fiction, too, Adriro teases with a smirk as
he wraps hardened arms around and instantly bristling Kotsky. Shut
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the fuck up. She doesn't know what he's fucking talking about.
Kotsky squirms, and Adro laughs, as if he isn't two
seconds and a question away from an explosion to the nuts.
Chill out, man, I wrote fan fiction too. I wrote
tons of Crimson Riots stuff when I was a kid.
It's nothing to be ashamed of. He squeezes Katsky, and
the blonde scowls, crossing his arms as best as he
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can in Thediro's grip. You would write novels about Crimson
Riot nerd Adro laughs and his arms unhardened, but they
stay wrapped around Kotsky and the blonde relaxes a bit more. Again,
it wasn't novels, dude, just some short story is about
him saving the world kid stuff. You know. Kotsky does know.
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He relaxes more, letting them rearrange to rest his head
on Adro's shoulder as they settle into the couch again,
still half on the redhead's lap, with neither of them
rushing to move. Kotsky loves moments like these, loves how
Agero never rushes to let go or move away. He's
a physical guy, always happy to be in the middle
of a friendly cuddle, puddler giving their friends piggyback rides
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when they're out and tired, as if they aren't all
near inhumanly physically fit. So maybe it's not exactly how
Kosky wants it, but it's good. He'll take it. He'll
take you know, he'll take any who even wrote our
own hero sona's helping all might save the day or
becoming pros on our own. I'd like to think many
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young hero hope wills do that. Izuku's voice filters through
the TV, and Kotsky's blood pressure skyrockets once again as
he takes in that subtle smirk that tells him Izuku
knows exactly how mortified Kotski would be. Is fucking Smoke's
piece of shit? Ah? Kotsky really wait, I want to know,
absolutely not. I do not remember that shit, Kotski replies, firmly,
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refusing to move. A single inch had glued to kiushima shoulders,
so the taller man couldn't even look him in the eye.
Much to his relief, Kiushima dropped it, even allowing Kotsky
to steal the remote and change the channel to some
cooking show for the rest of the evening. It wasn't
until they'd said good night and retired to their respective
rooms that Kotski let out a deep breath and damn
near ripped his laptop into rushing to open it. Okay, Initially, yes,
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Kotsky and Dekho had just made up childhood stories about
all Night's adventures and life as a hero to each other,
and then eventually they'd discovered fan fiction communities online, and
even when they were no longer friends through middle school,
kotskiy knew Azuku knew him well enough to figure out
that he had still been into fan fiction. They'd spent
way too many hours comparing their dream hero son as
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in detailing their lives as pros for that to just
fizzle out. Kotsky hums as his laptop blinks alive as
he remembers his first solo stories before stiffening at the
memory of the number one reason that Kiroshima can never
ever see any of this crap research. Kotski had his
self insert yeah, Explodo Kill, but Explodokill had a partner, Carbine,
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named after the strongest material in the world. Duh, just
really love torturing Kotsky. Kosky placed his head in his
hands and groaned quietly, A Carbine, fuck my life. In
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teen Kotsky's world, Explodokill was the number one hero after
a retired Almite, Greater than anyone ever was. He was
blonde with red eyes, a muscular body, and a totally
freaking badass hero suit that was illustrated in fan art
attached to the stories drawn by Kotski himself. Style heavily
influenced by both manga and his parents clothing design sketches.
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Explodo Kill was universally beloved and respected it and didn't
give anyone the time of day except his hero partner, Carbine.
Kotsky couldn't help but smirk a bit into his hands,
slowly remembering all the details of Carbine. Designed to be
Kotsky's Explodo Kills equal and perfect match. Carbine was a
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jacked six foot tall hero who was virtually indestructible, constantly
pushing Explodo Kill to be stronger and supporting him without hesitation.
If he remembered correctly. Who was he kidding, he remembered vividly.
At first, Carbine had just made some appearances in action
packed stories, much like the ones they once both made
up with Almight, But later in middle school some of
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the stories published under the safety of anonymity online had
contained some more romantic elements. It was perfectly normal and
healthy for teenagers to wonder about things, Kotsky reasoned away
some of the blooming embarrassment. He'd been a lonely kid
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at heart. No matter what he'd said back then, lackeys
and followers weren't friends. They couldn't replace a real companionship
and intimacy of any kind. And he'd oh so sue him, okay,
he'd yearned for someone that could match him, challenge him,
support him, actually like him. My god, that's so sad.
I'm so sorry. I fleeted this. Damn sorry. He stared
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at the bank. He stared at the He stared at
the blank new tab for a second and bit his
lip in thought. Fuck, he probably didn't even remember the
password anymore, not that it mattered unless it was worse
than he remembered it being, And then he wouldn't rest
until he found a way to take it down. Well,
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only want me to find out. He may not know
the password, but he certainly knew his own username. Oh
this is so much worse, actually, Oh. Kotsky's face bloomed
bright red as he scanned the countless stories on his
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old page. Those romantic elements had certainly evolved. Carbine's descriptions
became more detailed quickly. He'd made Carbine a flirt, bold
and masculine, dropped notes about a hairy chest or stubborn
beard stuble, written sparring scenes that were so full of
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tension that kept readers wondering if they were really just
sparring or building up into more young Kotsky had even
written a few scenes where pro hero explodokill saved his
partner in the nick of time, leaving readers with a
lingering eye contact and breathless cliffhangers like a truck. The
memory of continuing some of those scenes in the privacy
of his own documents slammed into him, and he found
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himself racing to open another tab to the one private
email account he's kept his whole life, hitting show all
documents and oldest to newest, and then wondering if a
swan dive from their balcony would be enough to finish
the job. Because holy shit, let's just say Carbine had
stuck around through puberty. Kasiy clicked back to his fan
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fiction profile, quickly adjusting himself slightly in hisweats as he
returned to scrolling through his page. By the time he'd
started at Ua, Carbine had actually grown to feature in
every story Kotsky anonymously published. Sometimes he even turned the
tables and saved explodokill instead of actually being saved, catching
the explosive hero in strong arms and a tender smile.
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Carbine was everything Kotsky had ever dreamed of. He was funny, cool, charming, handsome,
strong inside and out, unwavering. His phone screen lit up
with a text from Kiashima that said, look, dude, I
swear this cat looks exactly like you. Carbine was basically Kiushima.
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Now Mina would laugh and say that Kosky manifested him,
but Koski would rather swallow battery acid than ever admit
carbon's existence to anybody, anybody who didn't already know. He
scrambled for his phone, opened Atzuku's contact, called shitty fuckhead
and texted him not a word nor not a fucking
word to him, oral, howardzer you into the next century?
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He got a middle finger emoji back with a green heart.
Ough gross. He rolled his eyes in disgust before clicking
on Kiushima's chat. Hum. Hm, that cat really did look
like him thumbs up. Reacting to the text and approval,
He hoped to laugh when he heard Kiroshima faintly laughing
himself through the wall. Moments later, Katski turned his attention
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back to the screen and scrolled down to the last story.
Expression fell slightly to see the date he'd published it
the day before going to that training camp. With this class,
a story where Carbine had fought a horde of villains
to get to explodo'kill, who had allowed himself to be
taken prisoner so he could take the villains down from inside.
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They'd met victorious in battle in the middle of the lair,
sharing a passionate kiss among explosions. That was, of course,
not exactly how real life had ended up playing out,
as weirdly prophetic as it was. Kotsky sighed as he
pictured his younger self as he had returned home to
his computer after being rescued how he had flinched away
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from seeing the story pop up on his screen when
he turned the computer on his recent experience, souring his
fantasies as he had angrily exited the page in his
documents and never touched them again, swearing he didn't need
explodokill and he definitely didn't need carbine to save him. Well,
I was right, Kotsky thought, I didn't need carbine anymore.
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I had Kiroshima well in the ways that mattered the most. Katski,
Oh my god, don't sneeze. Kosky scrolled online for a
few minutes before finding a picture of an orange cat
mid sneeze and sending it to Kiashima with this you,
and grinning to himself at the bark of laughter he
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heard through the wall Again. He turned back to the
glow of his laptop screen and clicked back to his documents,
opening a new one. It was surprising how quickly he
was able to get into it again, even though the
story he'd had in mind was so far beyond anything
he would have imagined as a teen. Only a couple
of hours and a lengthy list of password attempts later,
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he found himself blearily hitting post and passing out the
moment he fell into bed, mind full of tender touches
and familiarity as images of carbine and Kiroshima blended together.
Narrowly avoided that one that sneeze. Narrowly avoided that fucking
mm Nope, not on my watch. Okay, there's a little cut,
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little time passing. When he awoke, he'd almost forgotten all
about the previous day's events. That was at least until
he was standing in their shared kitchen with one eye
barely open, clutching his coffee and setting kirosh emails on
the counter before checking his emails. With a startled noise,
he fumbled both his phone and coffee, scrambled to not
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drop both, swearing as the mug hit the floor. Thank
fuck for quirk Proof, Thank fuck for quirk Proof glass,
he thought, as made sound like I was advertising for
quirk Proof glass. But it's the only way to say
that doesn't end up in me stuttering, he thought, as
he quickly knelt down and grabbed a rag to mop
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up the spill with one hand while scanning through his
overflowing inbox with the other subject line after subject line
of comments on his recent work filled his screen, and
he felt his ears heat up as he scanned through them.
Another arm bear, what is going on? Another arm basically
just barely going through the motions of cleaning. As his
eyes widened, the comments read talk about a blast from
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the past. I totally forgot about these figs and thirteen
year old me cannot believe the thirty year old me
just got this notification and read an Explodo killix carbine
fick at my office desk. Another red fuck, I missed
these ocs. This was so sweet. I hope things are
good for you, OPI, And the final one that he
saw said anyone else, anyone else noticed Explodo killing carbine
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are kind of like dynamite and Red Kotsky is everything? Okay?
I heard something fall. Karoshima rushed around the corner, hair
wet and framing his face, dark red strands curling damp
down his neck. Ratty old Chimhowel slung hastily around his hips.
Kotsky smacked his head against the kitchen table. He tried
to straighten up so fast, swearing, he dropped the rag
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and shoved his phone in his pocket, and Kiaoshima raised
an eyebrow curiously. Uh you good man? Uh huh, Koski crawled,
drop my coffee. It's fine, I'm fine. I know you're
the number one. How you don't have to rush out
here half naked just because you heard something fall, he teased,
and Karoshima laughed, satisfied that everything was all right, and
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his smile with equal parts cocky and sheepish combination. Only
someone with his overwhelming charism could pull off what you
want me to walk in full naked instead dynamite, he teased,
shaking his hips and crossing his hands behind his neck.
Unimpressed and well familiar with this particular distraction tactic, Katski
met his gaze evenly, a spark of fondness in his eye.
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In your dreams riot, Koski shot back with an eye
roll as he grabbed the dish rag and mopped up
the rest of the spill. Karashi magrinn before dropping the
bit and brushing his hair back shoulder length strands, clinging
wet to his shoulders. I know you can take care
of yourself, man, It's just like reflex, you know. Boy?
Did he ever if there was anyone who understood the
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almost primal urgency that gripped every muscle in every tendon
in his body to drop everything and run to Kiashima's
side without a second thought the moment he thought Kishimi
needed help, A reflex was a good way of putting it.
Kotski thought it felt automatic, easier than breathing to be
so aware of Kiroshima attuned to him, much like the
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way Kotsky had written Carbine and Explodo kill. If he
was honest, a perfect team fighting together and for each
other seamlessly. If only Kiroshima knew how deep that reflex
could go, Kotski, You sure, good man? Huh? Yes, yeah.
Kotsky shook off his thoughts and Kishima's concern as he
stood back up and put the rag on and put
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the rag to dry in the heater. Fine, didn't sleep
much last night, kioShiMa laughed, and well, Kotsky wasn't the
number two hero for nothing. There was something just a
tick too mischievous in that laugh. You know, that's a
funny coincidence. Karashima smirked, and Kotsky slowly turned to fix
(25:05):
him with a shrewd look, only to see an all
too self satisfied man leaning against their kitchen counter. Is
it Kosky asked, eyes narrowing. Mm hmmm. See, I was
playing Animal crossing. I fucking told you to stop playing
that after ten you get no fucking sleep. And I
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got an email, Kishima smiled. I got an email from
this old website I used to use as a kid.
It hosts fan fiction and we were just talking about
that last night. Okay, sure Kotsky could fly, but if
he suppressed the instinct to ignite his palms, maybe he
could land hard enough from jumping out their window to
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at least knock himself into a respectable coma. And I thought, hmm,
isn't that funny? The way he was looking at Kowski
made the blonde feel like there may never be anything
funny ever again in the entire world. It was an
author notification there was this guy. Well, I always assumed
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it was a guy wishful thinking. Maybe, Kiushima continued Ian
Kotsky like a cat would a canary in a cage.
He used to have these stories about these two original
heroes that I used to love, and I wanted to
be just like, oh no, you don't, and just as
Kotsky made for the window to fly away, obviously, obviously,
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Kiashima lunged at him towel hanging on for dear life,
and hardened his arms around and immediately struggling and swearing. Kotsky, No,
you know, Kiashima chuckled. I think legally, if you could
beat me right now, you'd be the number one hero.
Let me go, you evil, fucking bastard. Oh please, Kotzki,
come on, come on, it's cute. Fuck, don't spark off.
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I mean it, it's cute. I wasn't gonna say anything
until I was sure, but I just would you listen
to me? Kotsky paused his struggle to focus instead on
the facts of the matter. One Kiarashima was laughing at him,
no kind of with No, he was laughing at him,
at him a little bit. Two Kiarashima is probably the
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only person in the world allowed to laugh at him
without real consequence. Three Kiashima, who was half naked and
holding him very tightly, had read his fan fiction, including
his recent update, and was not in fact screaming and
running for the hills. He was still giggling a little
fucking sh had but he was there. He hadn't left,
(27:37):
and he wasn't going to leave. So Kotsky let out
ahuff of breath, not pouting, and fixed his gaze on
a spot on their wall where over time the paint
had slightly chipped and give a small grunt, so Kiashima
knew to start talking carefully. Kiroshima laughed softly, and Kotsky
felt the breath through his hair before feeling Kishima rest
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his chin on's head and loosened his grip around him slightly.
I know you started writing those before we ever met,
but after we had did I? I mean, was there ever? Not?
At first? Godski admitted. Towards the end, more, he took
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a deep breath, and last night he turned to girl. Please.
He turned in Kishima's arms to face him and found
a tender expression equal parts brave and vulnerable in Kishima's
warm eyes. Last night completely completely, Kishima asked, voice softening.
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Kotsky met his gaze with the lift of his chin,
pride swelling in his chest. You're my fucking hero, have
been for a long time. A grin spread across Kiroshima's face,
and Kotski was reminded of how, over time he'd started
describing Carbine's smile to be like the sun. He didn't
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have time to linger on that, though, as he quickly
discovered that whatever he, in the privacy of his own
documents which were between him and God, had speculated Carbine's
kiss to be comparable to must pale entirely in comparison
to Kiroshima's little bonus. Kiashima will not rest until he
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finds out what's Sankoski steam your docks, and once Kotski
gets through the brutal ego death that that brings about,
they have a lot of fun acting some things out.
End notes. I've been sitting on this for years. War
is over. I originally planned this to be a whole zne,
so more maybe to come, maybe even an Explode Kills
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ex Carbine original, but that is on the back burner.
I want to focus on finishing more whips and updates
and also living my fucking A three author's note ass life.
I love you guys, xx low kisses. So yeah, oh yeah,
it was so. It was supposed to be a zene,
like a solo zine, where the plan was to have
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this story in it potentially longer and potentially not safe
for work, or make like a separate Nazi for work
like side story, or like second part to go along
with it, and then there would be a actual Carbine
and explod O kill fick as if written by teenage Kotski,
(30:41):
which is quite the challenge. It's quite a specific voice
to try to capture, but very fun. And then there
would have been art included in the art that I
had planned that I'd already started is a kind of
fashion sketch of Explodo kills uniform and Carbines looking uniform
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that like implicitly Kotsky would have made as a teenager.
That would have been an example of like what was
included there little a little comic of the point of
inspiration for this, because the point of inspiration for this
is that I doodled this stupid, very ugly, fucked up
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looking comic because I had the idea and I just
sketched out really fast, and so it's it's very ugly.
Of like Decu actually being over at their house and
they're all having dinner, and Decu brings up the fan
fiction thing because he and he does like a Grinch fit,
like the like you know when the Grinch smiles and
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it like curls up his whole fucking face and you're like,
oh fuck, that's what Decu looked like in the comic,
right before opening his mouth to like reveal that Kotski
used to write self insert fan fiction and shit and
like expose him basically a little bit to Kiarashima, just
to embarrass him for fun. And so that was like
a couple panels of comic that I had doodled out
(32:15):
where I was like, Okay, I would obviously like make
that do that properly, which drying a whole comic exhausting
who And uh so I have that like sketched out,
and I have the original like ugly ass ketch. It's
so heinous, it's so hard to read, and it's so ugly,
but it's also very dear to me because it's very
funny and silly. So that would have also been or
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that would be also in the zone both the original
sketch comics. You could see the ugly little origin story
and then you could see like the nice comic next
to the nice version, little cheeby versions of them, like
as if they had little like like fake hero merch
for these like two quote unquote fictional within fictional heroes. Yeah,
(33:00):
so that's like as if they were maybe like doodles
also like in Kotski's like notebooks, and yeah, that was
kind of the idea. However, if you can imagine, over
the last couple of years, I haven't exactly had the
ability or spoons to do so, and so I was like,
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I don't want to sit on this paper. It's like
with the ten Heart event one where it was supposed
to also be like a Starry Valley themed like my aracanaemiazine,
which like, again, not that these things will never happen,
but they're not. I'm not. I didn't want to wait
until I can do them or execute them to release,
to finish the story and release it. So I decided
(33:43):
to finish this one also and release it because I
thought it would be nice. I thought people might like it,
and I thought it would be good for me. So
and I think it has been because it was really fun.
It was really fun to read, and it was cool
to give you guys a bit of a surprise treat
of a full, full second fan fic instead of a
drabble this month. I know you guys like the Dravels too.
(34:05):
I like doing the Drivels too, between, but this one
I was like, no, I'm eching. I gotta do it.
I gotta do it. I gotta do it. So I'm
working through these whips and trying to get back into
the swing of things more even though again I'm living
quite the AO three authors no life, and I'm I'm
doing my best, so just really busy. Uh, and I'm moving,
(34:31):
so you know, most most y'all will know that moving
is a whole ordeal. So yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed.
It's a bit early in the month, but I didn't
want to wait any longer, and today was one of
my recording days, so I am going to be uploading
this today and then I am also going to now
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be recording the Patreon exclusive, the first Patron exclusive FI
for this month, and I'm excited. I'm gonna go freshen
up my water stretch a little and then start recording
for that too, So if you want to check that out,
you should consider joining the Patreon. I don't know which
(35:19):
tier is going to get there fick first today I
will have to look over both of them and see
which one I like fits better in my recording time
right now, and then yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed.
Mister bombastic, which is definitely the username that I gave
Coskey in this universe for his old AO three account
(35:40):
or his old fan pick account whatever. But yeah, I
hope you guys enjoyed. I had a great time. I
look forward to listening to this one to go to sleep.
And yeah, thanks so much for the comments and sweet
sweet things that people leave me, both on A three
and wherever you listen to your podcasts and can comment.
(36:03):
I really appreciate them. I try to reply to most everything,
or at least like it, so I do see it
all and I really appreciate it. And yeah, all right, everybody,
be kind, take care of yourselves. Wear a mask. Shit
is I mean, you should always wear a mask. But
(36:23):
also like it's getting it's pretty bad again. Things are
getting pretty bad again. You should please protect yourselves. You
do not want a permanent condition to trust me. And
then yeah, all links to this fick and to the
Patreon are in the description below. Bye
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