Lately I'm Having A Lot Of Fun Working On Prompts And The Mha First Kiss Gift Exchange! Here's A Bkdk

Short For Grenade update/excerpt !

every time i think im making solid progress with this fic, it keeps getting longer on me lol, so here's the most recent bit ive written:

“My, my, what a passionate statement,” Mitsuki pointed out, poking his knee. Katsuki frowned.   “I hate you,” he hissed.  “You are just chalk full of those feelings today, kid.”   Katsuki groaned loudly and extricated himself from his mother’s gentle grip, stomping up the stairs with a few curses tossed over his shoulder to avoid her less-gentle, bitch-ass cackling at his expense.  “C’mon Nade!” Katsuki called, grinning proudly to himself when he heard the sound of her nails scrabbling up the stairs behind himself. “Good girl,” he praised, waiting for her to trot into his room before he closed his door. 

Still in the living room, Masaru fell into Katsuki’s abandoned space on the couch, intertwining a hand with his wife.  “He didn’t slam it,” Masaru pointed out quietly, a wide, wobbly smile crawling over his face.  MItsuki eyed the staircase for a long moment before raising their clasped hands to place a kiss on her husband’s wedding band.  “Guess we’re not fucking this whole parenting thing up after all.” Masaru’s hair was greasy where it brushed against her neck, his body warm in all the places they were connected, and Mitsuki was…happy. She carefully stroked Masaru’s bangs away from his forehead while he began to sniffle on her shoulder, the sound of Katsuki’s raucous laughter echoing through the house, followed by the gleeful, yipping bark of Grenade the fucking dog.  Maybe…maybe they really weren’t fucking up, she thought to herself- maybe for the first time since they’d brought Katsuki back from the hospital, away from the watchful, knowing gazes of the doctors and nurses, and Mitsuki was left wondering just what the hell she was supposed to do with her baby now.  “You’re such a damn sap,” she murmured, tightening her grip on Masaru’s hand.  Masaru chuckled wetly, lifting his face to press a lingering kiss to Mitsuki’s temple. His eyes shone behind his glasses.  “Grenade,” he said wondrously, because neither of them could recall the last time Katsuki had stormed up to his room, angry, and not slammed the door.  And nothing else really needed to be said.   Mitsuki tipped her forehead against Masaru’s.  “Grenade,” she agreed in a whisper.

clingy

Week two:

8- original(?)- just a journal entry, today

-im realizing that I tend to talk myself out of starting original works (or even long fics sometimes) bc i don’t have that much faith in my own abilities and the idea of writing things that are bad doesn’t sit well with me. they say the first step to solving a problem is acknowledging it though, so im gonna do my best to try to approach this insecurity mindfully and with kindness

9- fic- genin era sasuke, emotional/hurt comfort, kakashi doesn't know how to comfort a kid At All but he's trying in his own weird way (and Iruka eventually helps him out)

-this one opens with kakashi luring young Sasuke away from his empty compound with a trail of baby tomatoes (think Scully leaving a trail of cereal for Boo) and his trap/plan ends up failing so badly that it works in the end

10- fic- single dad bakugou/ teacher midoriya

-was rereading the partial draft and wrote more for it solely bc i want to read the end product lol

11- fic- bkdk fluff

-wrote a short practice thing bc i love the headcanon that Katsuki stares expectantly at Izuku when he wants a kiss and just waits for Izuku to understand

12- fic- inko-centric, implied eventual bkdk

-finally wrote the intro to my soul tangles idea! basically a spin on a soulmate AU (bkdk are the soulmates) but it focuses on inko and her interactions with mitsuki&masaru since their kids are both toddlers who need to be kept near each other for health reasons but the bakugou’s start as complete strangers to inko

13- fic- middle school era bakugou & izuku, fluff and humour, very nonserious

-basically bakugou gets a dog to help with his anger issues, izuku is afraid of dogs bc of a past event bkg was unaware of, and bkg makes it his mission to make izuku chill with his dog (who is named grenade) and ends up making himself chill with izuku

14- fic- on ao3 as probably not (also posted on tumblr) no quirk au

-this one's inspired by a username that caught my eye (but i misread) and was written while listening to velvet ring by big thief on loop (and not packing to go home from college). i really enjoy this one and its one of the few works of mine where i really like the platonic bkdk lens

I want to write at least a little bit every day in December so I’ve decided to keep a log and post it here to keep myself accountable! I’ll list whether it’s a fic or original, what it’s about, and a few of my thoughts about each project. posted weekly, I think :)

Plotting is so much easier when you remember that editing exists; if it doesn’t go right the first time, you can fuck around later and make it better once you’ve got a clearer picture in your head of what you’re after

Your story probably isn’t gonna look even close to your plotting notes by the end of it, and that’s a good thing; it means your drafting worked

In retrospective, bkdk as a ship is so funny and fucked at the same time cuz

Outloud? They only say things like "he chill" "he my childhood friend"

Inside their minds with their little stupid thoughts "bro I still remember that shit that happened between us when we were 5 and I have so many feelings, thoughts, introspection, that have made me who I am today and I am indebted in such a way that he could never understand-"

And on actions that the other most probably will never know about "oh yeah I guess I did spend 8 YEARS WORTH OF TIME AND SALARY for him to go back to his dream so I could keep chasing him, cuz he's my idea of a hero you know, and I only cared for the rankings when that dude was around. And yes I did unlock many quirks due to being triggered because someway somehow I really care about that dude in ways no one comprehends cuz he chill haha"

Then they go back to speaking outloud "he chill" "he my childhood friend"

Sogo held his breath, eyes shut tight as the scissors approached his head.

There was a quiet snip. Then another. Gentle fingers. Falling hair.

Not a single ounce of pain

-from cut away the rot (on ao3)

MHA tweets pt.14

Stuffff

fembkdk my beloved

i keep coming back to this, i drew this on a whim/as a warm-up but it's so cute to me....... i like this a lot but it feels incomplete, so i'm working on a continuation :)