bi-focal12
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Sigh why is plot so hard 😔
For you're writing requests:
I had an idea months ago of adult bakudeku being very domestic and in love in the middle of summer just absolutely dying of heat in their shared livingroom but refusing to be apart because WAHHH BAKUGO WORKS SO MUCH IZUKU BARELY GETS TIME ALONE WITH HIM LIKE THIS HE REFUSES TO LET GO and then Ochako and Todoroki show up with smoothies and popsicle and everything is so cool now
Can use in any way you want if you want to at all. I just think they're neat.
Author's note: Hi! First of all thanks so much for the prompt!! It was definitely a cute one to write and I hope you enjoy what I came up with :) Second, brief warning for Bakugou's swearing
Katsuki released a long sigh, sweat pooling uncomfortably on his brow and the place where his back met the hardwood floor of his living room. The fan he and Deku had bought on clearance at the beginning of the summer sent a pathetic wave of hot air towards his body, barely strong enough to be noticeable. Deku’s warm breath near his ear was much louder and much more obnoxious.
Katsuki rolled his eyes at the ceiling. His sweat was explosive for christ sake.
“Deku, I swear to god-”
“No don’t do that,” Izuku interrupted, rolling slightly off of Katsuki’s chest, then compensating for the loss of physical contact with a leg thrown over Katsuki’s stomach.
Katsuki angled his head down to frown at Deku- who was too busy trying to subtly tuck himself against Katsuki’s side to pay Katsuki’s expression much mind.
There was a suspiciously forehead-shaped sweat stain just over his heart. Right where Deku had face planted the second he’d returned from his latest overtime shift an hour ago.
It was a testament to how little they’d been able to see each other these past few weeks that Katsuki didn’t even complain at first. Sidekicks were worked to the bone for little pay and he and Deku had gone in on rent together knowing this. They’d confessed to each other one unsuspecting day in their third year of high school knowing this. Knowing that it wouldn’t be easy.
They snuck handholds and short, firm, meaningful kisses behind the backs of their superiors whenever they crossed paths and they knew, now, how horrible it was to actually experience being apart.
Somehow always on opposite shifts, Deku would traipse into the bathroom with his bedhead and bleary eyes, one hand on Katsuki’s arm or back or face at all times while Katsuki washed off the grime of the night-shift and Deku got ready for the morning and then Katsuki wouldn’t see him again until he was on the way out the door for his own shift.
It was complete and utter bullshit, in Katsuki's opinion. But it was fine.
Or, it would be fine, once they get enough experience to finally start their own agency together and got a little more control over their schedules. Or hell, any control over their schedules.
It would be worth it when Katsuki got to kick ass with Deku on the streets and then come home with him, too. No more of this passing ships in the night bullshit.
“You’re thinking something sweet,” Deku murmured, poking at the soft center of Katsuki’s cheek and then drawing a gentle line down the bridge of his nose.
“No ‘m not,” Katsuki said. “Sweaty ass.”
Deku pinched Katsuki’s nose closed, then laughed when Katsuki elbowed him in mild retaliation.
“You are too,” Deku insisted. “You’re making that face.” Katsuki scowled. “What face?”
Deku tapped the space between Katsuki’s eyebrows and Katsuki stared at the blue-green veins now taking up most of his field of vision.
“The one where you don’t have any frown lines here. And your eyes go all soft. And the corners of your mouth start to do this wobbly thing that-”
“Alright, alright,” Katsuki complained, swatting Deku’s hand away from his face and its apparently numerous tells. “I get the point already shithead, now quit touching my sweat. It’s a fucking fire hazard.”
Deku shoved himself more insistently into Katsuki’s side, nose squishing flat where it was pressed against the top of Katsuki’s ribcage.
“Not unless you detonate.”
Like this, Deku’s voice had a muffled, slightly nasally quality and Katsuki felt the corners of his lips wobble with the want to smile. It was sickening, really, the way Katsuki melted for Deku even while they were slowly being burned to a crisp in their shitty apartment.
“And who says I won’t?” Katsuki challenged.
He couldn’t even tell how much of the sweat on his body was his own, right now, and he wouldn’t trade a second if it for the world.
“Our insurance bills,” Deku replied dryly.
Katsuki scoffed, dragging his knuckles gently across the divots in Deku’s spine.
“Those fuckers,” he said, licking a line across his teeth. “One of these days I’m gonna fucking kill ‘em.”
Deku muffled a snicker in Katsuki’s tank top. “Kill…our insurance bills?”
Katsuki flicked Deku’s ear. “You heard me. I fucking hate those guys.”
“I’d help you hide their papery bodies, Kacchan.”
Katsuki bit down a laugh. Flicked his eyes down to Deku’s growing smile. Watched the shape of it for a while once he realized Deku’s eyes were serenely closed.
“Obviously,” he said, brushing a stray curl off of Deku’s forehead.
“Obviously,” Deku agreed, tightening his grip. Quieter, he said, “I missed you.”
With a drawn out groan, Katsuki pushed Deku onto his back and rolled on top of him, twining their legs together and plastering his own sweaty forehead onto Deku’s collarbones- which were jumping from Deku’s laughter and not entirely comfortable. Still, Katsuki didn’t move.
“Stop making me feel things, asshat.”
Deku pressed a kiss to the top of Katsuki’s head, still laughing. “Oh no,” he said, exaggerating the syllables. “The great and mighty Kacchan brought low by affection. How terrible.”
Katsuki reared his head up enough to nip at Deku’s cheek, a flush rising on his face.
“Jerk.”
Deku cupped Katsuki’s cheeks and pressed an even gentler kiss to his nose. “Love you Kacchan,” he murmured.
Katsuki swallowed and allowed his reddened face to be held in Deku’s large and clammy hands. God, he'd missed this.
“I lo-”
“Delivery!” Ochako sang out, slightly muffled from behind the front door of their apartment, followed by three loud knocks.
Katsuki let his forehead fall unceremoniously onto Deku’s chest, where his grumbled complaints were muffled.
Deku pet soothingly through Katsuki’s hair. Then tried to be subtle about the way he wiped his hand on the rug a few feet to their right a moment later.
“The knocking was just for show,” Ochako announced, voice much clearer as she pushed into their front door with the jangle of keys and the rustle of plastic bags Katsuki couldn’t be bothered to get up and investigate.
He kind of hoped it was another fan though, since she was already here.
“Hello. Sorry for the intrusion,” Todoroki called out next.
He kind of hoped Deku would put him out of his misery, actually.
Deku patted Katsuki’s back in silent apology and Katsuki understood that he would not be throwing his friends out on their asses like they deserved.
“Guys, we gave you that spare key for emergencies,” Deku reminded them from his spot on the floor, still trapped beneath Katsuki and his unwillingness to socialize with trespassers.
“Ochako said this counted.”
Katsuki could practically hear Todoroki’s apathetic shrug.
“Right, but…” Deku started, slowly sitting upright and maneuvering Katsuki’s legs and arms around himself with absolutely no help from Katsuki. “Um, what’s the emergency?”
Katsuki tried not to feel too pleased when Deku lifted them both from the ground with ease, his hands locked securely underneath Katsuki’s thighs. Sidekick shifts were hell but damn if they weren’t also paying off.
The rustling of plastic bags briefly paused. “You’re joking,” Ochako said.
Deku settled them into one of the two barstools beside their kitchen counter and Katsuki kept his eyes and mouth stubbornly shut, even if he could tell by the slight decrease in temperature that Todoroki was sitting on the other one.
“Uh, no?” Deku replied uncertainly, arms circling Katsuki’s torso like a beloved teddy bear. “Guys, is there actually something-?”
“Surprise!” Ochako shouted, dropping the seriousness from her tone and likely shoving something towards Deku’s face that Katsuki couldn’t be bothered to look at. “We came to save you from your badly insulated apartment!”
Then there was a loud pop and the vague sensation of something falling into Katsuki’s hair.
“...was that a fucking confetti popper?” he muttered in Deku’s ear.
Katsuki felt Deku nod against his temple. Fucker was probably smiling, too.
“What the fuck,” Katsuki said.
“Aw, that’s so nice of you!” Deku said, ignoring Katsuki’s confusion.
Annoyed, Katsuki opened his eyes and used the edge of the counter to spin their chair around. “Oi, what-?”
Todoroki shoved two plastic cups towards Katsuki’s face, both of them varying shades of pink. Katsuki stared. The one on the left had a single piece of blue confetti stuck to the lid.
“We brought smoothies,” Todoroki explained.
“And popsicles!” Ochako added.
Katsuki shifted his eyes to where she did, in fact, have a row of colorful popsicles lined up on the counter.
Slowly, Katsuki accepted the smoothies.
“Bribe successful,” Ochako whisper-cheered to Todoroki.
Katsuki clicked his tongue, and took a sip of the smoothie with the confetti. “I fucking heard that Pink Cheeks.” Then he cringed slightly at the taste of tropical fruits and handed it to Deku. “This one’s definitely yours.”
Deku smiled, seemingly unbothered about being turned away from the conversation. “Thanks Kacchan.”
“Bribe successful,” Todoroki agreed, offering her a fist bump.
“Fuck you both,” Katsuki said, narrowing his eyes over Deku’s shoulder while he drank from the strawberry banana smoothie that, on second glance, he could see had a sticker of a grenade on the far side. “I’m not so fucking easily swayed.”
Laughing, Deku squeezed Katsuki tighter with one hand and used the other to press his cold smoothie against the back of Katsuki’s neck. “Right.”
Katsuki hummed a pleased sound. Still, he said, “You’re damn right. Bastard. I'm un-bribe-able.”
Then Deku spun the chair back around to make cheerful small talk with their friends and Katsuki decided, just this once, that he wouldn’t confiscate their spare key. Not when Deku’s hand was scratching so gently up and down his side and Todoroki occasionally sent a spray of ice flurries over their heads. Even Ochako amused herself by balancing popsicles on Katsuki’s shoulders.
And it wasn’t often that he and Deku got to spend their days like this.
Katsuki tapped Deku three times on the hip.
I love you, it meant.
REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.
Please.
Lately I'm having a lot of fun working on prompts and the mha first kiss gift exchange! Here's a bkdk snippet from one of the prompt responses (for context, it's set in the middle of summer)
“You’re thinking something sweet,” Deku murmured, poking at the soft center of Katsuki’s cheek and then drawing a gentle line down the bridge of his nose. “No ‘m not,” Katsuki said. “Sweaty ass.” Deku pinched Katsuki’s nose closed, then laughed when Katsuki elbowed him in mild retaliation. “You are too,” Deku insisted. “You’re making that face.” Katsuki scowled. “What face?” Deku tapped the space between Katsuki’s eyebrows and Katsuki stared at the blue-green veins now taking up most of his field of vision. “The one where you don’t have any frown lines here. And your eyes go all soft. And the corners of your mouth start to do this wobbly thing that-” “Alright, alright,” Katsuki complained, swatting Deku’s hand away from his face and its apparently numerous tells. “I get the point already shithead, now quit touching my sweat. It’s a fucking fire hazard.” Deku shoved himself more insistently into Katsuki’s side, nose squishing flat where it was pressed against the top of Katsuki’s ribcage. “Not unless you detonate.” Like this, Deku’s voice had a muffled, slightly nasally quality and Katsuki felt the corners of his lips wobble with the want to smile.
Ciao!
Io sono interessato a scorprire le amicizia italiani per parlare con mentre imparo la lingua! Il mio blog è in inglese ma io parlo di scrivere e l’anime (sopratutto my hero academia).
Mi mandi un messaggio se interessa o se hai una raccomanda italiana per i film/le serie, musica, o i libri :)
so excited to start working on requests!!
*hits you with a time travel quirk*
i love thinking about bakugo getting hit with a time travel quirk and his symbolic nightmares become a very tangible and chaotic new reality. sth sth learning how to move on as a better person without letting your past and shame control you, even if it's gonna follow you for the rest of your life in one way or another.
i don't think bakugo should atone repeatedly for his childhood sins, but i also don't really agree with the sentiment that their childhood wouldn't affect their adulthood. i think a lot of their little habits (the good and the bad) were formed during their childhood and as a result of their friendship and falling out, i think sometimes that catches them off-guard in their adulthood and leads to unexpected situations that require them to manage their emotions well so it doesn't end in unjust accusations and yeah.
Hello! 👋 💌
BI-FOCAL!!!!! man where to begin? you're such a sweet person and your work always makes me smile when i see it on my dash. your writing has a really cozy, warm feel to it, like a really nice hug, and istg i re-read your fics over and over again because of how nice it is. you're also hilarious. your mha tweet series has had me in stitches multiple times atp!! im so happy we're mutuals <3333
More surfer Izuku and lifeguard Katsuki
The expectations vs realities of the meet-cute
The reality is not based around my own surfing experiences whaaaaat
you wanna join my gift exchange sooo bad
you wanna write mha fanfic and gift it to someone else soooo bad
you wanna draw fanart for someone else soooooooo bad
Chapter one of my new de-aged bakugou fic is posted on ao3 as of earlier today! Had it in my files as “katsuki self-love agenda” lol but the official title is frenemy is far too simple a word
Check it out if you’re interested!
Begging kindly asking for comments :)
i know you have the drawing of izuku eating sand do you also think he ate grass as a kid
he put everything in his mouth, katsuki sometimes encouraged him
![Hello Saiki K-ers Im Back In My Kbys Era After Like 4 Years [gnawing On The Bars Of My Enclosure]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/db6f6780954a4315893a1e20ffd365a0/788e856395f3425b-8a/s1280x1920/1417fdd9458573c3a14539b6ecb1f4e477d7238f.jpg)
hello saiki k-ers im back in my kbys era after like 4 years [gnawing on the bars of my enclosure]
I’m taking the gardener approach for this month and honestly it’s been a little strange to just type away with no clear idea of what my plot is but that also makes it kind of fun. If I start to get bored with things I can just take it in a totally new direction
As far as WC I am waaay behind the challenge but I’ve also had a lot going on lately so I’m not too upset about it. I’m still writing more for this WIP than I would have otherwise
Welcome to Wednesday, folks!
Today’s question: for your March WIP(s) are you taking more of an architect or a gardener approach?
An architect is someone who tends to plan their stories out before writing them, while a gardener usually focuses on cultivating their characters and letting a story grow from that
Also, now that we’re 12 days into this challenge how are you all feeling? Excited to keep working towards your WC goals or nervous about it? (And feel free to share your current word counts!)
All of the progress that you make this month are words that didn’t exist before so I hope you can feel proud of the time and energy you’ve put in so far!!
Happy writing :)
taglist: @queengmine2crayon @bluedaelyn @caffinatedcastiel @spookylittlemegan @brightshaw-shipper @superabi1997 @lauravanarendonkbaugh @relentlesslycravingsummer @mayarii-darling @laineydelainey @madisonofthesouth @theghostinthewardrobe @lobsterminator
Writing requests are open!
From now through March you can send me an ask with a (sfw) prompt you'd like me to write! As long as I'm comfortable with it, I'll start working on my responses in April.
Prompts can be for fic or your own original idea and while I mostly write for MHA, if you have smth else in mind there's no harm in asking if I'm familiar with the fandom :)
also, if you're interested in any of the fic wips i've talked about on here (or my in-progress ao3 fics) you can send me an ask with the title and i'll be sure to set aside time to work on them and share snippets of my progress! (fic wips listed below the cut)
I'm excited to see your prompts!!
tumblr fic wips
short for grenade: talked about here, here, and here a la three wise men and a baby (i seriously need a better title for this series lmao): part 1 & part 2 probably not, dabihawks version: here (and the official, slightly more polished version of the platonic-ish bkdk 'probably not' piece is on ao3 here) let it sink in: here spelling bee monster: mentioned at the bottom of the fake tweet post, here trophy husband, who?: here cat-suki: here (legitimately forgot i'd posted about this one lol)
ao3 wips
summer daze: here little troubles: here
For week 1 I was sitting around 903 words (cue internal crying lol) bc my week suddenly became much busier than I was expecting. However! My university is on spring break atm so I’m hoping to do some writing in the morning, every morning
I think the daily ritual will work well for me :)
So far I’ve bumped myself up to 1360
Congrats! You’ve all reached the end of the first week!!
How has the challenge been for you so far? Are your stories starting to take shape?
Drop your WC in the comments/reblog and share your thoughts!! We’re all in this together 💪
taglist: @queengmine2crayon @bluedaelyn @caffinatedcastiel @spookylittlemegan @brightshaw-shipper @superabi1997 @lauravanarendonkbaugh @relentlesslycravingsummer @mayarii-darling @laineydelainey @madisonofthesouth @theghostinthewardrobe @lobsterminator
More pixie hollow au!