I Can Be Pretty Inactive In A Fandom And See ONE Singular Piece Of Fanart That I Like And Then Next Thing

"Remember when we met

We acted like two fools

We were so glad

So glad to have found it

That love is like a star"

found my draft based on this headcannon and finally got around to finishing it today! the story ended up taking on a life of its own but i sincerely hope you enjoy and thanks again for allowing me to use your idea!!

@m-nerd44 hope you like it too

ao3 link here -> still-beating, second-chance heart

Hori please give me Izuku having to take notes for Katsuki because his arms are fucked up and Izuku is the only one he trusts to take down all the notes. And then pls add in something like Izuku rambling in his notes or adding doodles that make Katsuki absolutely melt.

A snippet from one of my more recent bkdk fics! It's called Bedside Manner by me, bi_focal :)

Deku sighed heavily and started walking closer. “Haven’t we decided that murder isn’t the proper solution to anything?”

“We haven’t decided shit,” Katsuki shot back, holding a palm flat across Deku’s chest to stop him from moving any further. “You’re sick. Go lie down before I shove this thermometer down your throat.”

“I’m not sick,” Deku argued, and when he tried to move around Katsuki he tightened his grip, twisting the material of Deku’s school shirt in his fist. “Kacchan-”

“If you’re not sick then kiss me,” Katsuki said, bringing up his free hand to tap his lips twice in quick succession. “Right now.”

Deku’s eyes grew wide and he fought a little harder against Katsuki’s grip, his limbs lethargic and weak. “But we can’t!”

“Because you’re sick,” Katsuki agreed.

“Because- because PDA!” Deku protested.

“I don’t think we have any rules about that Midobro,” Shitty Hair said. “Do we class pres?”

“We do not,” Glasses agreed, chopping his arm down in the air like a robot. “We are simply concerned about your wellbeing, Midoriya.”

“My being is well,” he countered. “I just…I just…Kacchan,” he said suddenly, twisting up his face so that he looked like a kicked puppy. “I- I don’t want to disappoint you but I’m really not comfortable kissing in front of the whole class.”

“Low blow dude,” someone murmured.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes but Deku kept up the act surprisingly well. “Everyone turn the fuck around,” he barked, and Katsuki didn’t have to turn his gaze from Deku’s shocked face to know that instructions were followed. “Kiss me.”

“I have morning breath.”

“Don’t care.”

“I bit my lip earlier and it hurts,” he tried instead.

Katsuki raised a brow at his uninjured lips.

“It hurts on the inside?” Deku amended.

“That would be the cold. Just admit that you’re sick fuckface.”

“Kacchan,” Deku groaned, “this is ridiculous. Just because I don’t want to kiss you with everyone listening in doesn’t mean I’m sick.”

Please feel free to check it out on ao3 or reach out to me here!

MHA 430 spoilers (4)

I love that Dai referred to Bakugou as “Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight” in his head. Like yes, pls use his full government name

Hate it when I’m writing a first draft and have to focus on Getting Words On The Page and not Making The Words Pretty And Perfect, I’m actually in hell

-someone who enjoys writing very much

Writer Accountability - 1/6

Stealing the idea ish from both @cee-grice and @did-i-do-this-write to post when I write something, and share a little...

Anyway, today we got to meet everyone's favorite bastard :^)

He spoke with no thought that the stranger would understand, but the youth surprised him again by responding in kind. His accent was thick and slow and rich as honey, but understandable. "I think what pleases me is not important here," he said, "your destination doesn't matter much at all, remaining here isn't a choice." "You speak my language," Anrikas could not help but say. "It's my language." "Not as first you spoke." The stranger clucked his tongue. "People do speak more than one language, you know." [skipping a bit here] "You may call me Anri," he said, "what may I call you?" "Kit." Anrikas was not sure that he had heard correctly. "Like a baby animal?" By way of explanation Kit said only, "They called my mother Fox."

@the-letterbox-archives it's your boy!

Anyway, I guess let me know if you want to be tagged on these? I'll probably hop projects a lot because it's me lol

I devoured the very thing that longed to destroy me

-laios, probably, in a speech edited by kabru

Tentatively poking my head through the door... what's happening in Tumblr land?

found an iori-centric i7 wip in my files today that i'd like to finish up. id love to post what i have now but there's no good place to chop it into two parts so here's a snippet instead! the fic is called let it sink in

iori/riku pre-slash, self-discovery, angst & hurt/comfort

Iori ran his finger along the thin skin beside his nail bed, tempted to pick at it but far too restrained to give into the impulse. “Meeting Yuki-san helped you figure out who you were?” Was that just the alcohol talking?  Iori had been under the impression that those sorts of answers could only come from some secret place inside. One that Iori was still struggling to gain access to.  “Mhmm!” Momo-san agreed brightly. “He was just so…” he sighed wistfully, rocking up onto his toes for a moment before settling back onto his heels and staring up at the moon. “And then I kept coming back. And back. And back. To see him and Ban-san. Like he was drawing me in.” Iori gently bit the inside of his cheek. “That sounds…familiar,” he admitted.  Momo-san grinned brightly, excitedly leaning closer to Iori. “I thought so!” Iori could smell the alcohol on his breath and took a subtle step back.  “It’s the same for you and Riku, right?” Momo-san’s expectant gaze shimmered despite the wan lighting, oddly intense, and Iori turned his gaze to the moon to avoid meeting it.  Iori wasn’t drunk but Momo-san was, so… “I think so,” Iori murmured softly. “It’s…I feel,” he tried, unsure how to end the sentence. Iori looked down towards his tightly clasped hands. “It’s weird,” he settled on.  A complete non-answer if Iori’s ever heard one, but that was all Iori seemed to have lately and Momo-san supposedly had the key to his own lockbox so maybe Iori could learn something if the man simply talked long enough.