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Hey it's Maneki from twt, could I see a dkbk/bkdk vignette maybe? :) ❤️

Hiiii okay, here we go! A lil bkdk fluff for you.

Number One Hero Izuku “Deku” Midoriya is everybody’s darling. His smile is a national treasure. He consistently tops online popularity polls with his earnestness and that boy-next-door charm. He’s...well, he’s cute, his face is inviting, unconventionally attractive, eyes too big, button nose, chin a little weaker than a top-ten hero’s ought to be. But maybe that’s why the people like him. He’s short for a hero too, just a touch under 5’6”, but the nation’s golden boy spins that to his advantage too. There was the infamous underwear ad—compact pro hero Deku easily lifting Creati (5’10”) up with one arm and Battle Fist (6’) with the other, both ladies in sleek athletic wear in their respective colors, and him in low-slung boxer-briefs. Tight boxer briefs, almost tight enough to be a scandal. “Big things come in small packages” was the campaign slogan, and it shot him to the top of the popularity polls, especially in the under-30s set.

Katsuki’s had to suffer through six months of it plastered on every other billboard—the longest six months of his life so far, and that’s for someone who’s been to war and back.

“Some nice weather today, huh,” Izuku says, smiling, the picture of innocence. He’s got a steamed bun in his hand, convenience store bag hanging from his wrist. His legs dangle over the ledge of their usual mid-shift skyscraper. Behind him, fifty feet high, is one of those fucking underwear ads. The contrast of the giant, near-naked, smouldering Deku on the billboard with the grimy, roughed-up, costume-bundled Deku swinging his feet like a child is too much for Katsuki to handle.

“Hungry?” Izuku says, holding his steamed bun up to Katsuki’s face. The wind lifts Izuku’s hair, whips his freckled cheeks rosy red. He looks like a strawberry, like a sweet matcha latte dusted with cinnamon. He looks like a dream.

“I’m fuckin starving,” Katsuki says, gripping Izuku’s wrist. He bypasses the bun to kiss Izuku’s knuckles.

“Yeah?” Izuku sighs, eyelids drooping.

“Not for lunch, though.” Katsuki pries the bun from his hand, gently wraps it, and stuffs it in the bag.

“Oh,” Izuku murmurs, leaning in when Katsuki tugs at the front of his costume. “Oh.”

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back I guess with a WIP

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Yuugi is a trans boy

and he switches schools when he starts to transition. he has a great supportive family, grandpa has been all around the world and has an open mind so they support him and get him early medical intervention. Only his childhood friend, Anzu, knows who he used to be. So she’s a little overprotective and gets exasperated sometimes because she doesn’t always have the emotional bandwidth to deal with everything Yuugi has on his plate. But she tries, she really tries.

Rumors spread. Some people pick on Yuugi, call him awful things, beat him up. It’s what he expected. Even Jounouchi, who’s confused and conflicted by what Yuugi represents to him. So he takes the beatings and the name-calling. At least he gets to live as a boy. So the beatings and the name-calling continue. It’s almost what he thinks he deserves—but a buried part of him wishes for something better.

So he wishes on the puzzle for friends, good friends who will see him for who he really is. And what does he get but the spirit of an ancient king as a companion.

Suddenly, he’s sharing his body—his “imperfect,” transitioning body—with another soul. Atem understands and accepts his struggle. Teaches him how to carry himself like a man. How to be brave and a good friend, how to have confidence in himself.

And he does. And the beauty of it is Yuugi teaches Atem a few very crucial things about being a good man. A good person.

Then we have Kaiba, who seems to me pretty unambiguously gay. And what I love about my headcanon of a trans boy Yuugi is it shines this beautiful bittersweet light on pride/rival/flareshipping. Kaiba is devoted to Atem, loves and seeks Atem. He seems confused and betrayed when he realizes there are two Yuugis, as he puts it. Like he’s betrayed about Yuugi’s truth after buying the “fantasy” of Atem.

But then there’s a moment in DSOD where Yuugi essentially proves to Kaiba that he’s a man. And it’s a turning point in their relationship. It’s really only after that point that I see the relationship between Kaiba and Yuugi blooming.

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First and Last WIP Challenge

tagged by: @waxwingedhawks 🧡

The rules: post the first/last line of a wip then tag as many people as there are words.

first line: Katsuki finds him sitting on a bench outside L’impremerie, wearing a light denim jacket and dark jeans and, Katsuki can hardly stand it, a red and white striped knit hat.

last line: Beautiful, Katsuki thinks with a grimace. How soft he’s gotten over this brilliant weirdo, and all in a few short weeks.

tagging: hmmmm @subdee @m1ingu @softcorevandalism @kingdomheartstrash @icyhotheartwritings @todorokitops @gummyconcrete if you want!!

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it’s aroace season am I writing ace tdrk? and aro bkg? because I can’t help myself even though I have 3 WIPs that NEED to be finished?

...........maybe.

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does someone want to beta read this angsty mess? It’s TDBK rated E with endgame Kiribaku and I am sad trash who can’t let Todoroki be happy lord help me.

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Anthems for a 17-year-old Girl

For @flashfictionfridayofficial​ 

AO3 Link

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They hold Izuku’s memorial on a mossy outcropping in the national forest an hour outside of Musutafu city. 

Katsuki fights tooth and nail to get the group of them to reconsider. He knows what the others won’t believe: 

“He’s not gone, he’s—“

And they look at him with damp, crumpled faces, saying,

When are you going to accept it, Bakugou?

But Izuku will return some day, when he’s done with his last mission. He has to, or Katsuki will— 

Think of his mother, they say, the woman is grieving. 

The site is green and overgrown now. It’s been five long years since the fight that left a crater in the city ten blocks wide. The greenery does what it’s always done, swallows slowly all traces of things man-made. But still in ragged points, the remnants jut up like an ever-reaching hand, scooping acres of saplings and piles of rotting leaves in hollows of torn concrete. Whole buildings ripped up and transported here, at Izuku’s behest, now lay in ruins, crumbled or kicked open, leaving skeletal steel rebar woven through with weeds and vines.

Cementoss raises a three-story likeness from the rubble: Deku with his mask thrown back, one cleated boot propped heroically on a fallen I-beam. The eyes are harder than they ought to be, and the freckles are all misplaced, but it’s close enough to drop Inko to her knees with wet and ugly sobs. Katsuki has learned enough by now to take her in his arms and wait, to talk low and gentle if at all, to hold the grief with her as though it’s him who wielded All Might’s strength.

He breaks once Inko’s escort takes her well and away from the memorial, once almost everybody else has gone home. He breaks when Denki touches his shoulder and says,

“It’s time to go, Kacc—“

he breaks right as he’s breaking Denki’s nose, and he wants to say don’t you dare call me that, not now, not here, not ever again, but all that comes out is a garbled scream. He falls to the ground at Izuku’s feet and sobs harder than he has in years, harder than the night they sucked each other’s blood from their own ragged knuckles and brokered the shaky truce that Katsuki thought would last the rest of their lives.

Maybe it lasted the rest of his life.

The thought brings a wave of fresh, full-body sobs, and everyone but Eijirou leaves him to splinter under the weight of his own grief.

“H-he’ll be back.”

“I know,” Eijirou says, steady hands and steady voice and Katsuki collapses against him, saying

“He’s coming back, I know it.”

and

“He fuckin promised he would come back.”

and

“He’s a shithead but he’s not a liar, Eiji, he promised he would—“

and Eijirou is smiling, something half-mad in his eyes, and says,

“You really want him back.”

It’s more than want, it’s desperation; and Eijirou knows, because he says then:

“We should bring him back ourselves.”

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oooh this one is from a restaurant AU I’m working on where Deku is a food blogger

Katsuki sits up with some difficulty and pats at the bedside table for his wallet.

“What are they, four hundred? Five hundred?”

“They’re six fifty for the limited edition,” Izuku mumbles.

Katsuki groans and flops back down.

“I’ll venmo you a rack. Just leave me alone.”

“Kacchan, I have a shoot tonight. And I need to be in those sneakers and at hair and makeup by six the latest.”

“Don’t care.”

“You know how important those sneakers are to my brand.”

“Really don’t care.”

Izuku leans over him, green eyes sly and knowing. The little nerd is planning something, but Katsuki is almost too hungover to care.

“How about this. You take my morning appointment so I can go see my sneaker plug. You’re gonna be nice and give me all your tasting notes so I can do a write up. And then you’re gonna cook me that paella I like, and then we’ll be even.”

Katsuki groans.

“No deal.”

“Kacchan. You puked on my sneakers.”

Katsuki sighs and drags himself upright.

“All right. What do I have to do?”