#eggswritings

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we’ve got a ways to go (krbk, chapters 5/5, 53.3k)

Kirishima’s best friend turns into somewhat of a stranger to him, and he resigns himself to accept this. But Bakugou’s always been full of surprises, especially now when he’s banging on Kirishima’s front door begging for one more chance.

Or, the progression of Kirishima and Bakugou falling in love, falling apart, and falling back together.

[eggletine]

Prompt by @the-modern-typewriter : It is a terrible thing to want happiness but not know what to do with peace, because we were raised on war and I learnt to love you fighting. But you love gently, arms laid down, and that is not the version of you I fell in love with.

But I learned.

When I first met you, you snarled at me from the shadows. You were dark eyes and thorned words wrapped in shattered glass and steel cords. Blood poured down from your nose and from the knives clutched in your bruised hands. Yet like a moth pulled towards the flame, I was drawn to the defiance poured into every line of you. And, somehow, irrevocably, you were drawn to me too.

You taught me what it was like to be rain after a storm - lying wanting and exhausted in a puddle at your feet.

We stole hellfire kisses in trenches and ruined streets, amid choking smoke. I learned how to sear want into your skin with my mouth. How to feed hunger into your eyes, and bite at it from between your thighs. When your touch lanced lightning through my body, I kissed the thunder from your lips and learned how to make love to a storm.

We may not have been made of blood and fire, but fire and blood made us. So when the dust settled, when there were no bodies left but ours, you caught my gaze from across the battlefield and I despaired. Because how could flames stay alive with no fuel nor oxygen?

But you knew how to simmer instead of burn.

You dripped honey instead of poison from your lips for me and traded your serrated blades for cautious fingertips that made me ache for more. You branded kisses into my skin, bit at the hunger on my lips, and on rainy nights we were a hurricane. You held, never gripped. Asked, never expected. You gave, and gave, and gave, and gave, and slowly I remembered how to give in return.

I knew the weight and breadth of your voice so I learned how to listen to the silence and the noise between. I learned how to guide air back into your lungs with kisses on the nights the ghosts sucked the wind out of your lungs. I knew how to catch your hand when your fingers sought mine, and on rare occasions when my heart was light, I returned your smile just to watch yours grow brighter.

Slowly but surely, I learned how to love you in the aftermath, when the war left your knives and my fists but lingered in our eyes. We were not meant for peace, my love, but we learned to manage the quiet.

[eggsdrawings]

pine trees and sunscreen (krbk, 138k, multichapter)

Bakugou ends up at some crummy, rundown summer camp for the next seven weeks, and he hates everything about it. Well, everything except the red-haired idiot that is entirely too determined to befriend him.

now completed!

[eggsdrawings]

pine trees and sunscreen

Bakugou ends up at some crummy, rundown summer camp for the next seven weeks, and he hates everything about it. Well, everything except the red haired idiot that is entirely too determined to befriend him.

krbk, multichapter, 27 chapters, 138.1k, summer camp au

[eggsdrawings]

dancing in the refrigerator light

krbk, 16k oneshot, mutual pining, literally just fluff, T for cursing

[eggletine]

Affection curls warm in his chest, and he buries his face in her tangled hair. She smells of vanilla and lavender and, he notes with a proud smirk, his cologne.

excerpt from a Greener Thumbs drabble

[eggletine]

NaNo19 Update

Happy NaNo! It’s technically 2am on November 2nd and I can feel the energy draining from me, but I have to stay up longer to keep that night shift schedule. 

We currently have *ding* 1.6k/50k! Wordcount feels good, I’m already off part of my outline, but my brain also spat out this line, and I’m heartily proud of it! 

“In front of him, Julie only smiled, sharp and bright. The warning flash of a knife in the dark.”