#....i could always make a fort with the boxes lmao

[aceyanaheim]

alright ill rest for like a youtube video then I'll go back to unpacking

[awkness]

Serial killer! Platonic! Yandere Older Brother & Genderneutral Teenage Reader (Part 2)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

As reader tries to adjust to their new life without their father, a number of concerning incidents occur, including off-putting behavior from your brother, prevents that from happening. But despite everything, you make a new friend. Surely, this can only mean good things for you, right? Things must be looking up!

Content warnings: implied murder, manipulation, domestic abuse, briefly mentioned alcoholism and child abuse, and general yandere shenanigans. If I missed anything here, please let me know :3

Authors note: lmao I have no excuse for being this late I'm just slow. This was originally supposed to be the last chapter but it got too long so I had to split it up. It feels like a bit of filler but I promise we'll get to the good stuff soon it just needs some set up. Part 3 should be the last part so I'll try not to be too slow uploading (<- lying)

There were very few things about your father you liked, but his house was one of them. It was something he had inherited from his father, who Ben would inherit as soon your father could be pronounced legally dead. It came with a master bedroom, two normal bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen, the basement, and an attic.

The attic was something you had always been fascinated with as a child. It was spacious, fully insulated and even had an openable window. It could have been a bedroom all on its own. As a child, you had often daydreamed of moving your stuff up there, utilizing the bigger space for blanket forts and storing all the toys your little heart could desire. In reality, it was used in the same way the basement was, except it stored much more valuable items. Holiday decorations, clothes, old valuables that had no room to be displayed, and whatever family heirlooms your late father kept were shoved up above your head, taking space that could have been used for you. You had thought you had grown out of this fantasy, content with the room you had, but with your father gone and your brother running the house, the childhood dream had crept its way back into the front of your mind, tempting you with visions of a bigger, cooler room.

So, after working up the courage, you finally asked Ben if you could move up there. It surprised you just how easily he said yes.

And now you're here, Ben helping you sort through trash and treasure alike as you both clear out the room.

You pulled an unlabeled box from the seemingly endless pile, the top covered in dust and cobwebs. You try not to think about how many spiders are in the room with you now. Cleaning them out will be a trouble for another day.

The box opens easily, cardboard weak from age, a musty smell emanating from within. You look inside, only to be left dumbfounded. Why were there women's clothes in here?

"Hey, Ben, do you know whose clothes these are?"

Ben looks up from his own box, a vaguely confused look on his face. As he makes his way towards your box, you watch it drop into a frown.

"Those are moms."

"Oh." Is all you can say.

An awkward moment passes between you two as Ben stares into the box, face strange as he becomes lost in thought. You decide to break the tension.

"Why do you think he kept them?"

He looks away from the box and towards you, his body slowly beginning to relax.

"He was always a sentimental man, I guess that's reason enough for him."

You let out a snort. "What's there to be sentimental over? She cheated on him, divorced him, and then dumped us on him. She's not exactly a woman worth pining over."

"I'm not arguing with you, but you remember how he was. Couldn't ever let anything go."

He began rummaging through it, quickly getting to the bottom before closing it back up.

"Nothing but clothes. We should probably donate this."

You give a nod as you watch him put it in the growing donation pile. That was going to be such a pain to bring down to the car.

Instead of thinking about that, though, you turn your head to the box that Ben was searching through before you called him over.

"Is this one mom's too?"

Before you get an answer, you take a peek inside, only to once again be at a loss for how something like this could be in your home.

Inside was an assortment of strange objects. A broken polaroid camera, a stained photo album, and an array of metal objects like locks, deadbolts, and... were those shackles?

Before you could make out any more objects, Ben had made his way to you and reached over to close the flaps of the box.

"I doubt it, probably just more junk he couldn't throw away."

He turned around to you and smiled, hands holding the flaps shut.

"Want to do me a favor and go start bringing the donation boxes to the car?"

"Ugh, why do I have to bring them down?"

"Because you're the one who wanted to move up here."

You glared at him as his smile turned into an amused smirk, before you finally gave a huff and picked up a box from the pile.

"Jerk."

"Brat." The smile never left his face.

With only moderate trouble, you navigated your way down the stairs and out the door, making your way to the car. Unfortunately, you had only realized you forgot the keys when you tried to open the door to pop the trunk open.

You quietly mumble curses under your breath as you set the box next to the car, ready to make the trip back inside. Instead, you go completely still as you catch a look at the people across the street.

It was a small group of high schoolers your age, maybe older, who go to your school. They were standing the the yard across the street, a few houses down, talking together to throwing glances in your direction. Your ears strain as they try to make out their incoherent babble. They couldn't have known about your situation, could they? Or at least, what the official story was. It had been over a month since that happened, it doesn't make sense that they would be talking about it now. But you were just moving boxes out of the house such a short time after it happened. That looks suspicious, doesn't it? Of course it does. Why did you have to ask to move into the attic now?

You had been standing like a deer in headlights, openly staring for what felt like minutes before one of them seemingly made eye contact with you. You avert your gaze down as you feel your cheeks grow hot and your hands grow sweaty. A chorus of laughter erupts from the group.

Without thinking, you rush up to the door, fling it open, and slam directly into Ben as he was carrying. You hear it hit the floor as you speed walk past him.

"Wha- Hey! (Y/N)! What happened?"

You didn't reply. You barely even heard his words. Panic had fully taken over and kept you moving away from Ben, away from the door, away from the outside world, and all the judgemental people it contained.

You finally make it to your room, shutting the door behind you, and seating yourself on your bed, trying to get your bearings. 

Tears begin stinging your eyes as your shaky hands try and wipe them away. You wonder if they were still laughing at you.

A soft knock comes from your door, and your body shrinks inward, unprepared for the upcoming talk.

"Kid? Can I come in?"

You don't reply. You know Ben is going to come in anyway.

He waits a beat before opening the door, his face the picture of concern. His footsteps are quiet, and his movements gentle as he sits next to you. You find your body leaning away from him.

"Want to tell me what happened?"

You shrug, turning your head away from him. Even if you did want to talk, you couldn't trust your voice right now.

"Alright, that's fine, we can figure it out together. Was it something to do with mom's clothes?"

You don't move. Maybe if you don't answer, he'll leave and let you deal with your embarrassment in peace.

"The attic?"

A pause.

"Something in the box you were carrying...? Or maybe something outside?"

You stiffen, and immediately try to make yourself relax. Maybe he didn't notice?

"Does this have something to do with the neighbors?"

Oh. Nevermind.

Despite your best efforts, your body language must have given you away again. You hear the bed creak as he gets up, the blinds rustling a moment later as he gives a huff.

"It's those kids across the street, isn't it?" His voice takes on an edge of irritation, and you feel yourself curl inwards again.

The bed shifts as he takes his seat next to you again, a comforting hand placed on your shoulder. His voice takes on the softer quality it had before.

"I can't help you if you don't help me, kid. Did they talk to you?"

You shake your head, trying to talk, but finding the words stuck in your throat.

"They-" Your voice falters and you clear your throat, barely able to speak above a whisper.

"They didn't have to. I could see them looking at me and laughing, I knew they were talking about me, just like all the neighbors do whenever they see us. It's like they know. And these-"

You sniff, snot beginning to run and throat burning as you talk. Ben squeezes your shoulder, and you continue.

"These people go to my school, Ben. They know me. When I have to go back, they'll talk and tell everyone and the whole school will know what happened. They'll treat me different, they'll ask questions, and I won't know what to tell them-"

Your quivering voice finally gives out, and you cover your face. Ragged, irregular breaths come out as you try to force back the wave of emotions you've just unleashed. Gently, Ben pulls you to his chest as he rubs your back, murmuring gentle reassurances you couldn't quite hear.

Moments pass until your breathing finally evens out, eyes dry but still red and puffy. You slowly pull back and he lets you, his face full of worry. His hand still remains on your shoulder, an ever-present weight.

"You've had this on your mind for a long time, haven't you?"

You give a feeble nod. The thought of having to return to school had been weighing on you, but you hadn't realized how bad it had been until now. The thought is almost enough to send you spiraling again.

"I don't want to go back."

Ben gives you a smile. "You don't have to."

Your mind freezes for an instant, any and all thought muddled into incohereency.

"What?"

"Why don't I sign you up for online school this year? I remember you talking about wanting to do it a couple of months back, so why not now?"

"I..."

Your brows furrow. You did tell Ben that you wanted to do online school a couple of months ago before summer started. But this wasn't a new wish. You had been dreaming of being homeschooled since you had dreamed of living in the attic. Troubles in finding friends and fitting in had always followed you throughout the years until you realized the futility of it all, and only dreamt of a home where you didn't have to leave, and Ben and you could spend your days in peace. But the reality of your father's abuse had made school a begrudgingly safe haven of yours and you had slowly given up on that dream, too. But now that it was fully within your hands, you found yourself hesitating. Why? There was no monster in your home anymore, you were safe, and there's no reason to say no.

"I don't know."

He smiled.

"It wouldn't have to be permanent, just for this year. And if you don't like it, I can reenroll you back into your old school, so your options are always open. Plus, you're right, (Y/N). I know how cruel kids can be, especially when they're confronted with situations and people they don't understand. I don't want you to face that if you don't have to."

You gnaw on your lip, unsure of what to say. Ben was right on all accounts, the things he was saying made sense, and yet you couldn't find yourself saying yes. Why couldn't you let yourself have this?

"Can I think on it?"

Ironically, it came out of your mouth before you could think at all.

He nodded, his good-humored smile still on his face. You let out a small breath, so glad to still see it there.

"Of course, kid, it's a big decision. Take your time."

He gave your shoulder one last pat before getting up.

"I'm going to move the rest of the boxes in the car and go drop them off. You want me to pick up dinner on the way back?"

"Yeah, I'm fine with whatever."

"Alright. Rest up, I'll be back soon."

Unable to say much else, you nod as he gives you one last smile before he heads out the door, closing it behind him.

You rub your eyes, your body slowly unwinding from the tension just moments prior, until it gives in and you lay down on your bed.

With nothing else left to do, you crawl under your covers, the familiar comfort of the soft and worn fabric soothing your nerves. Distantly, you hear the sound of Ben's footsteps as he makes his way back and forth from the attic, the familiar and comforting sound lulling you into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning was pretty uneventful. Ben was off at work while you continued clearing the attic, sorting out the junk and keepsakes, only occasionally getting scared by the stray spiders that had made their home in the crevices between the boxes.

By noon, everything was sorted, with the only thing left being to take the boxes to be donated or tossed in the trash. But you needed Ben to help you with that, so you found yourself heading down to the kitchen, heating instant noodles in the microbe, wondering what you were going to do until he got home.

Around this time is when you usually went to go check the mail, but since yesterday, the thought of having to leave the house left you with an uneasy feeling, tension building in your spine and shoulders the longer you thought of it. A part of you was ashamed that you couldn't even walk out to the mailbox without it being a big deal, and another, much larger part, found immense relief in the thought of abandoning the task altogether, and not having any more chance encounters like yesterday. The more you considered it, the more you found your body sagging in relief. Yeah, Ben can grab it when he gets home, you're sure he wouldn't mind. It's no big deal.

The microwave beeps and you grab the noodles, all thought of the outside quickly leaving your head.

You had just dumped the flavor packet in when you heard a knock at the door.

Your heart, ashamed you were to admit, skipped a beat, and you froze mid-action, breath catching roughly in your throat. Who could that be? Maybe that was Ben, and he had just forgot his keys? No, that's stupid, he wouldn't be home this early, and he never forgets his keys. With no other answers coming to mind, you quietly set the packet down and got up to the door to peek through the peephole.

On the other side of the door stood one of your neighbors, a kid your age. You see him the most often out of all of your neighbors, often doing yard work and tending to the flowers in his front yard. He was also the guy you caught staring at you the most. Well, maybe staring wasn't completely accurate, but whenever you looked his way, you two would usually make eye contact before one of you shyly looked away. You didn't know why, and it played havoc on your nerves. He wore a hoodie despite the summer heat and had an envelope in his hand. He looked nervous.

You pull away and bring your hand to undo the locks before stopping.

For one glorious, tempting moment, you picture yourself turning around, going back to your noodles, and taking them upstairs and away from the door to eat in peace until Ben comes home.

Instead, you undo the locks and open the door.

Your neighbor looks slightly taken aback like he didn't expect anyone to answer. You try not to notice.

"Hello?" You ask.

"Oh, uh, hi! I'm Alex, your neighbor. I live right next to you, the house to the right, well- uh, my right, your left. The one with the red car and lawn gnomes out front?"

He gestures sheepishly towards his house, face nearing the complexion of a tomato.

"Nice to meet you, Alex. I'm (Y/N)."

The social protocols of politeness take over, unable to fully pay attention as your mind stalls, still in a state of shock from the anxiety of the situation.

"(Y/N)? That's a nice name." He smiles at you before quickly looking at the ground.

He hands the envelope over to you, speaking as you look over it.

"Uh, I just wanted to drop this off. I think our mail got mixed up."

Sure enough, the envelope had your brother's name and address on it.

"Oh, thank you." You say lamely.

For a beat, you wonder if you should say something more. It felt wrong to just leave the conversation as it was and close the door, but what else were you supposed to say? Before you can think about it, he speaks again.

"I, uh, wanted to say that I heard about what happened to your dad, and I'm sorry."

Again, your heartbeat skips, and you stiffen, body alert, eyes wide. You probably look like a deer caught in headlights in front of him if he wasn't still looking at the ground. The thought would embarrass you if it weren't for the sharp spike of adrenaline hitting your veins.

"I... I had a dad like him too."

And just like that, your body pauses its panic response, and you find yourself fully focused on him as he continues.

"I thought it would be easier after me and my mom moved away, and it has been, but those kinds of experiences don't just go away, and I wanted to say that you aren't alone."

You still felt a little wired from the previous scares, you you felt a strange sense of ease slowly pass through you at his words.

You stare at him, as he stares down, no words passing between you two before you finally speak.

"Thank you."

You only hesitate for a moment before continuing.

"It has been rough, but it's been more of a relief than anything. It's nice not having to hide away in my room until he leaves."

He looks up, a small smile gracing his face as he finally relaxes.

"Yeah, it's nice not having to check to see if he passed out in the house again."

You find your lips quirking up. "Or having to check his pulse when he is passed out."

"Not having to worry about him throwing a fit whenever he runs out of beer despite him being the one who drank it all."

"Not having to constantly hide food in your room so you have a supply when he does throw his tantrums"

Alex gave a disbelieving laugh.

"Yours let you get food out of the kitchen? There was a lock on the fridge and pantry when I lived with mine."

Your smile widened into one of disbelief, amusement, and shock. "What the hell? Why?"

"Kept getting upset that the food would go missing. Worst part is, every time he got blackout drunk, he'd binge eat, pass out and get mad at us for eating all the food."

You couldn't help it. You started giggling, and he started giggling, unable to react in any other way to the absurdity of it all.

"Sorry! I really shouldn't laugh-" You began, failing to stifle the laughter.

"Don't be!" He said. "He's a stupid guy, you should laugh at him."

You both share the moment, the laughter slowly dying down as you both take your first good look at each other. In this moment, you see something you can't help but talk about.

"Is that a minecraft necklace?"

He looks surprised, but pleasantly so. He glances down before holding it up with a grin. The pendant was the shape of a creeper head.

"Yeah, I'm a big fan!"

He puts it back down and his demeanor changes back to being sheepish, but not painfully so like he was before.

"I have minecraft for Xbox and a spare controller at my house. If you want, you can come over and play?"

It was your turn to be nervous again.

On one hand, you wanted to say 'absolutely'. You couldn't remember the last time you got invited to hang out, and the thought of something as normal as playing a video game with a friend was something you needed. Well, maybe you couldn't call him a friend yet, but you feel like you could, given enough time. Plus, after being so afraid of your neighbors and leaving your house, having someone come up to you and act so warm and friendly made you feel soft. It was hard to say no to that.

On the other hand, you had the nagging, unnameable feeling that Ben would be, upset, but you couldn't think up any concrete reason as to why. In fact, if you focused on that feeling too long, your mind went blank.

Sure, you were going about out of the house without him knowing, but Ben has always been supportive of you. Sure, he's never really discussed rules about going over to a friend's house because the situations never come up, but he's fairly easygoing. You were sure that if you explained why you went, he would be understanding. Happy, even.

Plus, you were only going next door, you had your phone on you, and you would be back before Ben came home, so it's not like he had to even know what happened. Not that you wanted to lie to him, but something about that option comforted you more than any of the other things you listed.

Discomfort pushed aside, you gave a smile back to Alex.

"Sure thing, let me grab my phone."

It could have been the perfect hangout. Alex's mom was nice, bringing you two snacks and telling stories from Alex's childhood despite his embarrassment, as you two hung out in the living room while he helped you figure out the controls. Soon enough, you two were building a base together, laughing at each other as a creeper or sneaky skeleton would get kills on you both.

You were halfway through making the third story of the base when your phone started ringing. You felt your heart drop to your stomach when you saw Ben's picture on the screen.

"Shit."

You immediately pocketed in and got up.

"What's wrong?" He paused the game and looked up.

"I wasn't supposed to stay so late, my brother's probably home by now."

You went over to the window and peeked through the blinds, and as fate would have it, you saw his car in the driveway.

You hear Alex speak from the couch, voice slightly concerned.

"You're not going to get in trouble, are you?"

That was the question, wasn't it?

"I... don't think so. Maybe? I've never been out late before."

"If you want, I can come with you and explain what happened. I'll take the blame."

Despite your growing worry, you felt a pang of gratitude come through. You gave a small smile.

"That's okay, he'll probably be a little mad, but I don't think it's that serious."

You headed to the door, Alex following behind.

"Hey, on the chance you don't get grounded or whatever, here's my phone number."

You look back and see him scribbling on a piece of paper before he hands it over to you. You take it and look at sloppy, but thankfully still legible writing, and give a bigger, more genuine smile.

"I'll text you later. If I still have my phone, that is." You joke, or at least try to.

He gives a smile and a wave as you turn back and exit the front door.

As it closes behind you, the warmth of the interaction slowly leaches from you and leaves you feeling cold and rattled.

You didn't fully believe the things you said to Alex. You had no real idea what Ben would like because you had never gone against what he said before. The thought alone turned your stomach into knots. It was simply how you two functioned, Ben was the one in charge and made the big decisions, and you listened. Sure, he never had any explicit rules about this, but that didn't mean anything.

As you made the short walk to your home, you began strategizing.

You should do damage control right away, start apologizing straight away, and let him know where you were and what you were doing. Wait, should you mention Alex? At that thought, you shoved the paper with his number deep in your pocket. You didn't want Ben to see it.

Before you could think about it anymore, you were at your front door. Your back tensed, and you hesitated only a moment before opening the door. Waiting would only make it worse.

Before you can fully step in, you see Ben pacing the kitchen, brows furrowed, face strained. As soon as he heard you, his head whipped up, and you felt yourself freeze like a rabbit spotted by a wolf. Frozen, unable to do anything else than stare.

"(Y/N)?"

Just like that, you were broken out of your trance, finally allowed to move again.

You step in all the way and close the door behind you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think I'd be out that long, I wasn't keeping track of time, I-"

Your voice died the moment you looked back to Ben's face, his features looked so... angry. You've never seen him look at you like that before, never seen him look like that at all. It set off a loud, blaring warning in your brain that something was wrong, and that you needed to leave. But that was crazy. This is Ben, your brother, you were fine.

You tried to start again.

"I was..."

It tapered off as you saw him move towards you, movement swift and robotic as he kept his attention on you. Without thinking, you shrunk back.

"Ben-"

Before you could finish he's in front of you, grabbing your shoulders so tightly it's borderline painful. You grip his arms, weakly trying to push away, knowing better than to seriously try.

"Where were you?"

There was such a dangerous edge to his voice that you couldn't think, couldn't look away. Your breaths came out shallow and your voice so tiny you could barely hear it.

"With the neighbors."

That only made him angrier.

"What neighbors? We don't talk to the neighbors here."

Oh, you were shaking now.

"With- with the neighbors right next to us, the Rogers. I was hanging out with Alex-"

"Who the Hell is Alex?"

His grip got tighter as he shook you, and you could feel the bruises forming. You started pushing at him again, but your arms trembled so badly you might as well not have tried.

"B-Ben, it hurts."

Your voice was so thick with emotion that it was hardly coherent, but Ben understood.

His face blanked for a moment, body shocked to stillness as you continued to try and leave. Then, without warning, he let you go, turned his back and walked a few paces away from you, pinching his nose as he let out a sharp breath.

You listen to him as he takes deep breaths while you rub your sore arms, snot beginning to run as your eyes turn wet. As you step away, you feel your back pressed against the door, and you have the fleeting idea to open it and run away. You realize what you're thinking, and the idea terrifies you so deeply you stay rooted to the spot.

Finally, Ben turns back, face still hardened but not as severely as before.

"Who's Alex?"

You sniff. You really didn't want to do this anymore.

"He's the neighbor's kid. Our mail got mixed up and he brought it over to me, and invited me over to hang out."

You probably should have stopped there, but some scared, hurt part of you needed Ben to understand that you didn't mean this, it wasn't your fault. Your voice cracked as you continued.

"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. It was only supposed for a little bit, I didn't think I would be over for so long, just an hour or two. I- I didn't mean for this to happen, I should- I should of called you."

You stopped, but only because the shaking in your hands had spread to your voice, and you didn't think you could keep going without sounding like a complete mess.

His face didn't soften for a moment, staring blankly as you had gone on. After it ended, he closed his eyes, rubbed his face and gave a sharp sigh.

You couldn't read him when he looked away. Was he calming down? Did that make him more upset? Every second that ticked by frayed your already worn-out nerves. You were only one yell away from bursting into tears.

He looked up again, face the same as it was before.

"Do you know what it's like to come home with the door unlocked and see you missing, with no goddamn clue where you could be? What was I supposed to think? You didn't even pick up your damn phone!"

He stopped, took a breath, and then continued, a dangerously calm edge to his voice.

"And then you tell me you decided to stay over at a stranger's house without calling me? A person you only met today? They could of been anybody, anything could happened to you. I thought you had better sense than that."

It stung.

"I'm sorry."

It sounded small and pathetic, even to your own ears.

He let out a sigh.

"Go to your room. We'll talk about this more later."

You don't think twice. You rush away on shaky legs to your room and quietly close the door behind you, afraid of doing anything else to set him off. The bed lets out a soft creak as you sit down. You gather your quivering hands in your lap and look down on them, not sure what to do with yourself.

Before you can think about it any further, you hear the front door open and slam shut, then the car turning on and driving away.

As it quiets down, you can't help it. Stifled sobs climb their way out of your chest, feeling like they're choking you until you can't resist anymore. You collapse on your bed, openly crying until you exhaust yourself to sleep.

The next morning felt almost surreal. You woke up to hearing Ben walking about the house as he did his morning routine. Usually, you would be out of the room right now doing the same, with you both then sitting down to eat breakfast together until it was time for him to leave. This time, you stayed in bed the entire time, idly scrolling your phone as you listened to his footsteps.

A part of you expected him to knock at your door, and ask you why you weren't out yet. Instead, you heard the sizzle of eggs hitting a hot pan as they cooked, and after a short few moments, the front door opening, closing, and locking behind him. The familiar sounds of the car's engine slowly faded away, and you finally got out of your bed, ready to start your day.

You decided to text Alex. You were hesitant to give the details of what happened, simply saying that Ben was upset and things were tense, and thankfully, Alex never pushed it. Instead, he started sending you memes and talking about his ideas for the minecraft world you both started. It was surprising how easy it was to talk to him, the conversation going for hours before he had to leave to help with dinner.

When it was time for Ben to come home, you scurried back to your room, feeling relieved but guilty when you closed the door. On one hand, you could still feel the fear you had last night, and you had no idea what to do with it. It was perplexing and off-putting, and thinking too hard on it made you feel like your brain was turning to static, so you opted to not think about it at all, which meant avoiding your brother as well.

But the guilt wouldn't let you be. It turned what should have been the comfort of your room into a place of wrongness, that you were doing something awful by keeping yourself here and not going down to see him like you usually did. Your lip began to bleed, and only then you realized you had been chewing on it since you heard Ben's car pull in.

You contemplated texting Alex for a distraction as you heard him make his way into the house. And then, step by step, make his way way to the hallway, and then to your door.

And then, the knock.

"Can I come in?"

You don't know if you want to answer, so you don't.

"I know you're awake, kid. Your lights on."

Thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to figure out what to do. For a moment, your mind latched onto the idea that you could pretend to be asleep, but you immediately shrugged it off. This was going to happen anyway, might as well happen now.

"Come in."

The door opens, and you see Ben, completely exhausted, his gaze nervously flitting towards you and the floor as he carried a fast food bag in his hand.

"I brought dinner."

You instinctively perk up at the mention of food, and he takes that as a sign to step closer and sit on the far side of the bed, bag between you two, as he clasped his hands together. His leg starts to quickly bounce before he stops it.

"Figured I'd pick up something on the way home. Didn't feel like cooking.

You nod, even though there's something in you that compels you to do or say more to try and ease his nerves. Even now, after what he did, you hate to see him upset. You try to push the urge to comfort down as you pointedly look away.

Both of you sit in silence while looking anywhere but at each other. In your peripheral, you can see him fidgeting with his hands.

"I know I scared you last night, I just-"

He nervously shifts in his seat. His voice is halting but sincere.

"It worried me, seeing you gone. You mean so much to me, (Y/N). Ever since you were born, I've been there to take care of you. I can't remember a time without you, and I don't want to. You're a part of me, without you, I... I don't even know who I am."

You look over at him and freeze. You're big brother, the man who protected you and cared for you your whole life, is bunched in on himself, face strained and twitching with barely contained emotion as he doggedly stares directly ahead, like looking at you would hurt him. His eyes are red and dark circles frame them. You swallow, years of experience screaming at you to reach over and comfort him, but instead, you sit, never once looking away as he continues talking.

"I shouldn't have done that to you, kid. I should of known better. Should of contained myself. I try so hard for you, but there's times it feels like it isn't enough, and it keeps me up at night."

He sniffs, and your eyes begin to blur.

"I never wanted to be like that in front of you, you didn't deserve to see that. I-"

He wipes his hands over his face, taking a deep breath as he tries to collect himself. After a beat, he uncovers his face and finally looks at you.

"I'm sorry."

It was like a spell had been broken. You found yourself pushing a food to the side and leaning against his shoulder. He hesitantly wrapped his arm around you, and when you didn't resist, he reached his other arm around you, pulled you into his chest, and began softly rocking you back and forth.

You feel the rise and fall of his chest, and it feels the same as you did as a kid when you would run up to him when something scared you, or when you felt your emotions overwhelm you. He would hold you tight and it felt like you were in the safest place in the world. The relief of that feeling after everything you had been through was like coming home.

Still safely tucked in his arms, you spoke again, voice more quiet and child-like than you meant it to be.

"Promise me you won't do that again."

The mere thought of him acting so uncontrollably and violently towards you was enough to make you nauseous.

He squeezed you tight.

"I promise, kid, never again."

You nodded, unable to reply. The both of you stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before he slowly began letting you go.

After getting fully untangled, you rub your eyes, a feeling of exhaustion settling in as your stomach rumbles.

"I'm hungry."

"Hi hungry, I'm Ben."

His reply is so quick, you think it's automatic for him.

You shoot him a glare, but it's undermined by your smile. He returns it with one of his own.

"You wanna go down and eat? I got you a milkshake too, it's down in the kitchen. But might be a bit melted by now."

You spring up, fast food bag in hand as you make your way towards the door.

"Why didn't you say so, let's go!"

You hear him let out a chuckle, and you let out one reflectively, too.

You both share the meal together, talking and laughing late into the evening, until it was finally time to sleep. You drifted off easily into a deep, restful sleep, finally at peace.

[stevie-petey]

Here's some come home head cannons for come home birthday!! Weird coincidence come home has the same birthday as my grandmother!

Steve has very realistic baby dreams and genuinely gets upset when he wakes up and it's not real

When the party was younger (like s2/3) they'd call Steve to the arcade to help them with a tough level no one could beat. Steve acted like it was an inconvenience but loved hearing them cheer for him when he won.

They also used to do the same with Jonathan in season one. :( Jonathan ran into Steve helping them and got a little hurt that they called him. ( It was Dustin who called)

It was bugs grandmother who taught her to bake, while Claudia preferred to cook. Everytime bug tried cooking it either came out burnt, undercooked, or just tasted off.

After the divorce Claudia struggled, even after coming back to Hawkins. If Dustin and bug ever made her upset they'd clean the whole house while she was out as an apology. It made her cry every time.

Mews was actually a stray kitten bug and Dustin found. A dirty, fussy, kitten in the woods that Dustin and bug brought home with a smile begging to keep him.

Jonathan made Nancy a mixtape but they have different music tastes. She still appreciates it and plays it when she misses him.

Jonathan gave out candy one year instead of trick or treating and decided to scare the kids that came to the house. He made a kid cry then gave them the whole bowl of candy and turned the lights off. Felt bad the rest of the night. Never told a soul, Joyce just thought he ate the candy.

Eleven looks up to Joyce and started to copy everything she did when they moved to California. The way she talked and dressed, how she did her hair. (Hence the bangs)

Max wishes she was more like bug, she wishes she was kind and not so sarcastic. Little does she know bugs kindness is a defense just like Max's sarcasm.

Joyce made els first Halloween costume and went out trick or treating with her even if she was " too old"

Will paints his memories when he feels lonely. There's a painting of him and bug when they got the flu and had a sleepover ( from the mind flayer in season two? When they were trying to talk to will)

It's Jonathan's favorite painting wills done. Will offered to give it to him but he declined. He still looks at it often when he's homesick ( so does Joyce)

Nancy feels sorry for her mother, shes proud to have her mother's spirit, she's just sad she never got to love her dreams. She wants to do better and make her mom proud.

Nancy(s1) used to do a lot of slightly cringe things. Like she fist pumps the air when she does something right, and dances around her room to music. She sings in the shower but Mike will bang on the door and tell her to be quite. She'll do embarrassing stuff to make holly laugh, just like she did for Mike when he was little. ( Rarely worked he's always had that unimpressed look)

Hopper wants El to be like bug when she grows up, he's happy she has someone like bug to look up to. He sees bugs strength and wants El to have her integrity, and wisdom when it comes to life. He'd never say anything about it though.

Bug has a box of letters under her bed from the Byers. And she pins the pictures will sends her on her wall ( it's slowly being overrun by drawings.)

RAAAAAAAAH I LOVE THESE I LOVE GETTING HEADCANONS <33

steve does get baby dreams and he genuinely wakes up sad sometimes (they always happen when he sleeps in bugs bed - hes had to ask to sleep in his bed from now on) and he DEF played at the arcade with the party and bug finds him there one day and absolutely melts (the jon part ,,,,, pls u hurt me).

bug def cant cook shes cursed and can only bake and u read my mind it WAS her grandma who taught her <333

the jon and halloween candy made me GIGGE he would so do that and bug makes fun of him for it every single year LMAO.

maxd and bug :(( god u got it spot on.

and the PAINTING :((( he paints the fort they built and the warmth of the light that reflects bugs face in the painting is so vivid and real that it hurts jonathans chest to look at (joyces too).

i could write essays about nancy and her mom good god . on a lighter note: she IS a nerd and still in my mind does these cute dorky things secretly (jon never teases her for it, he joins).

hopper and el and bug oh my god </3 in my mind, hopper sees sarah in bug. thats why he hated her so much at firsy. bugs wide eyes, childish wonder, and endless kindness reminded hopper of the daughter he lost.

and finally: bug keeps everything. she has it all. her room is just pieces of everyone shes ever loved just as much as her clothes are and her jewelry.

[fishedeyelenz]

For Camille: 02, 04, 07, 08, 22, and 28!

Hello!! thank you for the ask!! <3

02: Well not any of my own ocs. But Camille gets around in the fandom. Not naming names, you all know who you are hehehe. I think she can be considered polyamourous, or at least a swinger <3

04: a lot of romantic gestures. First of all, doesn't like nicknames. That's why she's paired with a man who chronically gives nicknames, ofc <333 she finds a lot of traditions associated with grand valentines day gestures cheesy in a bad way. heart shaped boxes, bouquet of flowers (though wildflowers are an exception), romantic carriage rides, things like that give her an ick. she appreciates more spontaneous, low key bonding. helping somebody with something and through that forming a strong bond with a person is her ideal image of a romantic gesture. it's the little intimate moments for her. though she is more of a private person i guess.

07: eh pretty good. she only flirts when she is 100% certain she is at least a bit interested in the person, though she always tries to be very polite with people, which can sometimes get her intentions misconstrued. she makes sure to shoot that down immediately. she also doesn't want to press on if the person is not interested in her. oh well, there are other people in the sea.

she is kinda blunt when it comes to flirting, especially when she was younger, and that could sometimes make people averse to her. her flat affect made her seem like she was sarcastic too. when she gets older her flirting style is more gentle, caring, and in some cases almost motherly.

08: she doesn't have one lmao!! in fact, she wants it to be as subtle as possible. in fact if it were up to her, she would be the one to propose... maybe on some porch while smoking a joint...

22: if shes lonely she does read smutty literature lmao. like very old lady-ish, terrible terrible fantasy smut (ogs remeber). she knows it's shit, but it's her trash comfort media

28: well she's with Billy, so you know unconventionality is her forte... she has become well accustomed to receiving stolen jewelry, rodents (dead or alive), and the sloppiest kisses imaginable as great shows of love. she's with the slimiest man alive smh. though, even with how weird it is, she knows it's genuine. and that's whats most important to her, no matter how weird any gestures is.

[badatwritingstuff]

You are ALWAYS on time. Literally perfect timing every time 🥰 I feel really lucky to have stumbled into y'all's blossoming friendship early on! It was an accident that's turned out to be one of my best investments 😂

Well she's got a lot of attitude so the darkened beard makes sense lol she's letting it be known! Man it might not be my place to say but I'm really proud of you 💕 I feel like you've taken on so much over time and you just keep kicking butt!

I had to Google ceramic heating for pet reptiles and wowsers! They can up the enclosure's temperature by 10-20 degrees Fahrenheit?! I wish I were a pet reptile LMAO that sounds decadent!

I know what you mean, one of my pipe dreams is like, a lot of the poorer metropolitan areas have a ton of vacant lots, like after a building has been condemned and subsequently torn down but there's no money/interest in rebuilding, there are just these small grassy lots dotting the city here and there... I always wished there could be like a program that collects kitchen and yard waste from the neighbors to make compost and then the soil on these lots can be tested for toxins and then amended accordingly and then turned into veggie gardens that can feed said neighbors 😍 if I won the lottery that would be the charity I would make lol

Yeah she's on like TikTok and Instagram etc etc and she's so knowledgeable it's crazy impressive

Funnily enough I also told my therapist all about book club LMAO I love that for us! I still want to dive back into The Other Black Girl but with perspectives from others because y'all always think of things that never cross my mind and that's super neat

So fret not, the cats did visit!

(Nova has to wear a harness around them because she is just TOO E X C I T E D often times ���)

And all the dogs did enjoy the fort nightly while it was up:

We watched Philly's team lose the Superbowl from the dog fort 😂

You're right on the nose, the cats do battle each other a lot, over all sorts of things like space and food and blankets and boxes and who's grooming whom and all the melodrama under the sun 🤷🏻‍♀️ I can't keep up lol

I love the moody girl Freyby I do, she's giving supermodel face! And all the well wishes to you and yours too, friend 💕

Happy Freyja Friday!!! 💖🎉😘

It's almost your actual one year anniversary with the freyby! What a beautiful journey and union you two have had 💞💞💞 to many more!!!

TWO sheds in two months?! Miss Thing is back to doing the most I see! How are you two faring these days? How's school treating ya?

Philly actually planted a lot of honey locust for beautification/urban green planning, and I've read/seen that you can take the seed pods and boil the sweet um goo (??? I'm not a scientist lol) out of them to make a natural plant-based sweetener! But, obviously all the seed pods I see have been crushed by cars and feet and rained on and peed on etc etc so that's a no go 😢

One day, my foraging dreams will come true lol have you seen Alexis Nikole Nelson's (aka the Black forager) content on social media? She's super awesome.

A feeble attempt was made to revive the book club but it's still pretty dead lol at least we have this 😘

I made a dog fort out of our bed when it was really cold last month and Nova was hogging it the other day 😂

Happy Freyja Friday!!!

I’m actually on time chdhhdhdhdjskendbjdjf, absolutely insane!💀 it will be an entire year I’m just two days and I can’t cope! It feels like we’ve been with each other for a much longer time, and I’m just baffled at the fact that she grew to love me in just a year😳 it’s giving fall in love at a certain amount of time trope, if you know what I mean then you know! (I hope you do…) but still, thank you friend… you’re the sweetest evers!🥺❤️ and I want you to know that with every union, you’re also apart of it as you were there during the early days of my journey with this scaly girl c;

I still can’t get over the back to back shedding, and apparently neither can Freyja. Her beard has been dark during the process😅 anywho, I am doing okay. Between school, work, and having minor health issues going on I think I’m tackling things rather well. As for our girl, she’s a lot happier these days; we’re expanding her diet, and gathering accessories for her enclosure in hopes of sprucing it up! And she’s always warm despite the bitter winter biting us all in the rear before it’s officially spring. Seriously, thank goodness for ceramic heating!

Honey locus? I have to look that up, friend! I didn’t know that was a tree 🥺 very mesmerizing tree with a cool base and warm, autumn favored leaves… I want to see more of those! Philly has good taste. Got me romanticizing a type of tree 🤭 wait— so you’re saying that with this sweet goo that is extracted from these pods, you can make an organic sweetener?! That’s amazing 🤩 I hate that there’s no real opportunity to do that given that you’re living in a city where plant life/resources aren’t necessarily considered(?) Like, if it was cleaner and plants weren’t looked at as embellishments, then that it would totally be doable imo 🥺

I can’t wait to witness your foraging, I just know that it would bring me so much joy as a) you are doing your hobby and b) you’re sharing it with me and teaching me a few things along the way c; I can’t say that I heard about Alexis Nikole Nelson or any of her work but I’ll check it out whenever I can find some time ☺️

And 😭 rip to our bookclub! It was initially productive, and I loved being apart of it along with just hearing everyone’s perspectives on the material c: not to mention I totally bragged about it to my therapist at one point 🤭 it’s a flex, okay! I feel that there may be a revival period if someone finds a really good read 😂

That is soooo cute friend! A doggie fort sounds so cozy and I know for a fact that some cuddles took place 🥰 and of course Nova is basking in the comfort of it all, I really love that for her❤️ I hope Abbie and Lizzie are getting their turns whenever they can lolol and that Wallace and Heller are experiencing great comforts as well in their own feline way c: I feel like they probably squeeze their way into certain nooks and crannies that would incite a war if bothered or removed 😂😅

And of course, I hope Philly weather is being kind to you my good friend 🥰 hope you are feeling well and will continue to prosper in any way you see fit!

This is a day after her second shed, she’s obsessed with resting here again for whatever reason c:

[jesus-christ-super-ace]

What does falling in love with the Haikyuu characters sound like? (Karasuno first years)

Hinata Shoyo - Go tonight (The mad ones)

Hinata moves fast, Karasuno's number ten is a ball of energy and doesn't have time to wait for anyone. If he's going to do something he's going to do it as soon as possible. "If we're gonna go we gotta go tonight, go tonight, go tonight." Is a mantra that repeats in his head. Rarely anything he does is completley thought out and that includes confessing to you. As soon as he realizes what he's feeling he's running to wherever you are with your favorite flowers in hand sputtering a mess of a confession.

Kageyama Tobio - Love like you (Steven Universe)

Kageyama isn't known for being nice. His former nickname 'King of the Court' haunts whether he's on or off the court. He considers meeting you to be a chance to start over, maybe this time he'll be able to keep a friend. "I always thought I might be bad know I'm sure that it's true. Cause I think you're so good, and I'm nothing like you." Are one of the many thoughts he has in his head when he thinks of you. His confession is a tidal wave of words telling you how much you mean to him, even though words aren't his forte he hands you a box of milk as compensation.

Tsukishima Kei - Be around me (Will Joeseph Cook)

Tsukishima doesn't show affection in the way that a lot of people do, he's not fond of physical touch and words are hard. He communicates through music. His playlists that he sends to you at ungodly hours in the morning are a message encoded in notes and lyrics. "Can't get you out of my brain. I'm around, be around. Come around, be around me." Are the words that are on the edge of his fingertips as he composes another text sending you a song he's been thinking about for a while. As he exhales he hopes you'll be able to someday realize what he's trying to say before it's too late.

Yamaguchi Tadashi - Loser (Julia Moon)

Yamaguchi knows that he's not the most popular person in the room, he's not considered the most attractive person in the room either. He's accepted that fact ever since middle school but despite that he still feels like the brightest person in the room when you're next to him. Attatched to the hip since elementary you were both there for each other through the highs and lows. "There's a little bit of loser in us. Just two weirdos who fell in love. I guess we're made from the same weird stuff. Being a loser with you doesn't suck." His confession slips out during another late night conversation over at his house, he only realizes what he said when he looks up at you wide eyed and trying to find the right words to respond. It's more than safe to say you broke him.

Yachi Hitoka - Jackie Onassis (Sammy Rae)

Yachi falls fast and hard, she's familiar with the fast paced hearbeats thumping in her chest and the symphony of what could be playing in her mind as she takes notes in class. When she sees you she's surprised that you took intrest in her, villiager b doesn't usually have a love intrest. "Look at that lady. She carries herself right, she's singin' woah." The feeling is mutual, even though she doesn't realize it her kindness and empathy for those she cares about makes her the brightest person in the room. Her confession is long, she shakes as she hands you a letter containing her feelings before running away. A response to her letter would have to wait a day or two.

Tagging my haikyuu moots- @lovingjeankirstein @shxyo-sho @infxrity @keiwaizumi kvnjskjf if you didn't want to be tagged sorry lmao

[levinneheart]

Home, Sweet Home

➳ Pairing: Aone Takanobu x F!Reader

➳ Genre: Fluff, Hcs, Engagement Proposal, Domesticated, Established Relationship

➳ Warnings: Slight manga spoiler if you squint, extremely long, may or may not give you diabetes cuz of sweetness overload, self indulgent cuz i need smth soft to enlighten my emo mood, also me being a hopeless romantic so be warned

When he became a college student, you two moved in together along with a couple of his vb teammates at a two story flat

You and Aone ofc shared a room while the others had their own rooms separately, although sometimes his underclassmen Koganegawa would barge in to ask if he could pratice tossing with your bf

Not that you hate him or anything but... one time, he almost walked into you two doing the deed 😳 Aone bless him immediately reacted by pulling you close, tucking you underneath him before covering you both under the blanket and pretended to be asleep

Poor baby chick was so clueless and confused cuz he thought he heard both of your voices and assumed that you two would be together inside, I— 💀

But that’s a story for another time~ 😝

You would always laugh when you remember that tho, while Aone would just have his usual small smile with that soft doting look in his eyes as he watches you

This man knew right there and then that he was gonna marry you so you could stay by his side forever and he would come home to you making dinner

He could even imagine himself waking up everyday to see your face first thing in the morning and stare at you lovingly while thanking his lucky stars for bringing you in his life

He mayhaps.. start thinking of making a family together with you in the future, it doesn’t even matter if you don’t want kids cuz he’s satisfied with fur babies too 👉👈 aww 🥺

His friend Futakuchi was def the first one to know, next are his upperclassmen in vbc and lastly everybody else he was acquainted with

Aone, despite being quiet, would already have something planned out so he lets everybody in on it and nobody gets left behind, just cuz he babie 💗

Ngl everybody was highkey shooketh and impressed when he told them his plan of proposing since it was simple yet so meaningful

Everyone helps out as much as they could and started calling it ‘Mission: Get Aone Engaged’ or Mission GEA for short

Time skip to the day of the proposal — Aone held your hand and began leading you to his car before driving off to somewhere as you soon as you got into the passenger seat

You quietly watch the scenery passed by the window for a while before glancing back at your ever so quiet bf “Are you taking me there? Where you wanna show me smth?” You asked as he hummed in response, looking at you through the windshield and smiling softly

You smiled back and continued to look out of the window while enjoying this little adventure and his company duh, ofc you were ecstatic yet nervous at the same time cuz it’s been a while since Aone took you somewhere and surprised you

Last time was when you came home late and drunk from a night out with your colleagues after work, he took you outside of the backyard where it was decorated with fairy lights and lanterns with a pillow and blanket fort in the middle

He got you sober by making you eat snacks and drink water as you two played board/card games all night before binge watching some anime and streaming any disney/barbie/ghibli movies on your laptop

This called me out as single lmao

You two arrived at what seemed to be an empty house, it was decently sized with a somewhat large backyard, a porch and a small garden up on the front

You heard a grunt from Aone, making you turn around to face him and gasping at the sight: your tall light-haired sweetheart was kneeling down on one knee with a small box help up held up in one hand

He slowly opened it to reveal a note attached on the inside lid of the box that said ‘marry me?’ and a cute simple pearl ring before ‘locking onto’ you

Bonus:

Ofc you said yes, how could you say no to him??? Aone’s literally husbando material, FIGHT ME 😤 jkjkjk

You also show him the ring that you were supposed to give him when you proposed— Well, if he wasn’t already whipped for you, he is now but more intensely 🥴

When you did, the whole deadass Date Tech came out of hiding, popping wine and confetti everywhere while congratulating both of you

Everyone tells you that Aone planned and built this house with the help of others and them ofc, but he planned everything so he gets all the credits 🥺

Your reaction would literally transition from 😮 to 🥺💗💞

Your heart mayhaps had exploded from the overwhelming love and adoration that you have for him ✌️😌 same tbh, loves

Futakuchi rolled his eyes at the sight of all the lovey-dovey stuff he’s just envious cuz he’s still single lol and was about to say smth snarky but Moniwa smacked him right on time lmao

When the congratulation party was over and everybody had gone home, you asked Aone why he picked this day in particular

“It’s the day we first met.” “You remembered?” “Of course.” “Aw, Nobu.” You cooed before leaning up him, their lips touched for a soft kiss before parting

“Guess, this is: home, sweet home.”

Since I promised y’all that if my first Aone fic reached 100 notes, I’ll write another w/ a surprise bonus so here it is

Tagging: my mutuals/friends @whitedragon127 @zephyrria @currentconcern @kiddiegore @honeyvanilla-hq and the ones who liked the previous Aone fic @youtube1230 @nekoglasses @lealexio @lunadinottes @stephisapotatoe @haikyulover @fatty6669 @trashys-things @amateur-maniac @wow-im-a-mess @tigress445 @mokke-chan @i-m-not-a-cat @yikerb @ash-draws-alot @livinginthatstate @that-fic-bitch @dumbassbrigade @polarbearaone @osforgodss @soy-clob @your-stank-ass @nicouwu1 @viviendracula @dpqssmdd @g-r-boiii @just-perish @luvsunshine-fields @kara-grayson04 @cheereios @nialeesato @ohmypurin @ssvgawara@thecastielmoriarty @akaawhore @bear-likes-mushrooms @haikyuu-biatch @wowthatsuckss @karebearrrrrrrr @littlemissmonster12 @miiixed @doesngiveafuck @noya-senpai-imagines @trash-trashington continuation in the comments!

[thatpinkbetch]

Bkdk Fic Rec

I’ve been inspired to write a fic rec! This one goes out to you @lonely-rabbit

At like, the end of 2018 and the beginning of 2019 I stayed up until 4am every night reading fics, and because I’m such a loser, I made a word doc to keep track of all of them so I wouldn’t forget them.... I tried organizing it by length but it got messy cause I’m ridiculous and cluttered, so sorry! (I’ll save my own for the end alskdjflsdkfj gotta self promote you know). This is going to get...really long, so I’ll put it under a read more! Also, just a heads up, these are all on ao3, in case that’s important to anyone!

Disclaimer: Any fics with mature or explicit content I will add a bolded warning for, even if it’s only a little bit. Normally most fics will be tagged as such, but some fics that are rated as teen I’ve found to be more suggestive than some of those rated as mature, so I will try to point it out where it feels necessary, for anyone who wishes to avoid it.

Fics under 1k:

Illuminate by TheQueen (269 words)

Summary: Bakugou watches the first firework launch and fights to keep his face neutral

Very short, plot is about a case of amnesia, also very cute and well written for that length! Not angsty at all imo

sweaty hands holding secrets - shounentwink (563 words)

Summary: Someone said Midoriya holds secrets in his hair.

It’s not true: He holds it tightly in his hands. Bakugou’s seen it.

I really like this writer! You’ll see quite a bit of them in this post alkdsjfalskdjf

Fics 1k - 10k:

Many sunflowers later - Jeka (2395 words)

Summary: Scholar Midoriya Izuku comes back to the person he left behind after his journey through the kingdom, the mighty dragon clan leader Bakugou Katsuki.

Day 1 of Twin Stars Week 2020: Fantasy AU.

First of all, fantasy au!!! Second of all, jeka!!! (I need to read more of your stuff!!) Anyways, so cute, such lovely, pretty writing, wonderful story telling, and they’re so in love TT_TT

Boom Badoom Boom - warschach (3429 words)

Summary: Izuku's working the kissing booth at the school fair, it just so happens Katsuki has been crushing on him since the first grade.

“Did you—“ Izuku parted his mouth with no sound leaving it, “Did you pay?”

“Yea.”

“For a kiss?”

This one’s a little silly but I love it still. It’s got a “kids in the 80′s over summer vacation” vibe, I think. I love warschach! I should read more of their writing... They have SUCH good bakudeku content! *It’s rated teen but there’s some suggestive content, just a heads up!

Hopeless Ramen-tic - lalazee (7155 words)

Summary:  Midoriya is a cute guy who works at a ramen stall and Bakugou is thirsty as hell, but has to hide it by being an asshat. Another love story.

Ah, so good TT_TT so much sass, such good plot development and story telling for a simple concept *It’s rated as teen but again, it can be suggestive at times!

I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind - yabakuboi (3508 words)

Suammry: For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away.

Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood.

So soft, so sweet, so good if you just want to curl up in a comfy blanket and drink hot cocoa and feel warm and cozy and a little in love

The Secret Deku Box - yabakuboi (2241 words)

Summary: “Y’know, Bakugou never, ever talks about girls,” Kaminari says, his voice thoughtful.

“And I wonder why that is.” Ashido rolls her eyes.

“I’m just curious!” Kaminari whines. Kirishima drags the box out, unlabeled and unassuming, the lid not even fully clasped over the edges. “The guy has to— Whoa, what’s that?”

Kirishima realizes a little belatedly that this is a serious breach of privacy, and Bakugou will actually murder all of them. “Nothing!” he cries, attempting to shove it back under the bed, but Ashido snatches it away.

“Please be his porn stash!” Kaminari whispers as she whips the lid off.

Cute, funny, in canon, in character, and a must read I would say! 

daisy bunches and heather branches - halcyonwhispers (5862 words)

Summary:  izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

Not another flower/tattoo shop au.... aldskjflaskdjfd Okay but punk!Bakugou is ALWAYS a smart move imo

the best part of me (is the worst I can give) - halcyonwhispers (5668)

Summary: Whole sentences usually make up people’s Words, but Katsuki got stuck with a name instead.

Izuku’s name.

I am such a sucker for soulmate aus when it comes to these boys TT_TT *There is some mature content, just a heads up!

Hard to Say - halcyonwhispers (8390 words)

Summary: Izuku is a Halfling, born after his faerie father spirited away his mom and then left her behind. Never quite fitting in with the humans or any of the supernatural beings in his small town, Izuku hoped that going to a diverse college in the big city will help him finally make friends.

Katsuki’s family has been powerful witches for generations, and he’s no different. Talented and a proclaimed genius to boot, he knew he shouldn’t waste his time on this dumbass (disgustingly cute) half-blood.

Or,

two idiots fall in love and don’t get that the other’s awkward cues are just a result of romantic tension.

I am ALSO a sucker for fantasy/mythical creatures au and I LOVED this one - Bakugou absolutely unable to handle how cute Midoriya is? Perfection - but it’s unfinished, and I don’t think it ever will be continued, unfortunately TT_TT

lots to unpack (throw away the whole suitcase) - shounentwink (4315 words)

Summary: “How’d you know?” Midoriya asks.

There’s a hunch to his shoulders that wasn’t there three hours ago. Freckled shoulders are kissed sunburnt and red: he looks like someone ran him over and left him like roadkill in the sunlight. Bakugou’s working with insurance today, but he could see the sparks of green lightning even from his elevated position in their shared agency. Midoriya’s holding his thumb, cracking it over and over — it looks like he’s rubbed it raw.

“Dunno,” Bakugou says. “Maybe you’re just easy to read, nerd.”

I love this one so much, it was one of the first ones I read, it’s so good, and it’s another that really affected how I view their relationship! Idk this one just hit for me

hang the moon from us (it’s a no from me) - shounentwink (1200 words)

Summary: Midoriya’s gonna get sick of Bakugou one of these days, and then the whole ruse will be over, and the balance of power will tilt beyond salvation, but that day isn’t today and it looks like Bakugou knows it.

What an asshole.

Once again, I’m a sucker for the fantasy au... But even more, the diction, the details, the imagery...it’s absolutely all stunning here. I wish I could write this pretty

In Which Bakugou Finds His One Tru Luv - Erina (5862 words) This is the first one of a series called The Misadventures of Explodo-kill Agency!

Summary:  Welcome to the Explodo-kill agency! We can destroy your buildings, crash your cars, and help you solve one of the seven mysteries in life: who is Bakugou Katsuki's mysterious boyfriend?!

I’ll admit I’ve only read the first three but by god they are the funniest fics I’ve ever read in my life. I see that Erina has added more since the last time I checked it out! Tbh I was only interested in reading the purely bakudeku ones... (My favorite was the second one!! SO funny and cute!)

i still do - raeryn (9646 words)

Summary:  He’s losing him to pieces, but Izuku still tries to make them count. In which a battle leaves Bakugou Katsuki with amnesia, and Izuku finds himself picking up the pieces.

So, this one makes me cry. TT_TT

One Thing Straight - winningshot (9899 words)

Summary: They totally aren't.

Hints of their relationship is found in all of their friends’ social media accounts, but majority of their fans still think that Katsuki and Izuku are in relationships with anybody but each other.

It was amusing up until it became sad.

Lmao it’s a little salty but I guess I can be too. This is a social media fic! There’s multiple ships in this one, too

A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF - kewltie (8472 words)

Summary: Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

Okay kewltie is SO GOOD and very creative! The formatting is phenomenal, it’s like you’re actually experiencing a social media melt down in real time lol

be my good luck charm - writedeku (6785 words)

Summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest travelling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

Oh I adore this one! It’s so cute and such a good narrative! Nice and warm, and Bakugou trying his damnedest to be suave, and it somehow working because Midoriya is just as flustered. *Another one rated as teen but some suggestive content.

Smells Like Victory - majjale (2377 words)

Summary: Bakugou takes two steps into the room and stops, clapping a hand over his nose. “Ugh, what stinks like Deku in here?”

"Good afternoon, Bakugou. That would be the amortentia."

I must admit, not a fan of HP, but majjale...TT_TT majjale writes these two boys so well. This one is really, really good!

Cherish Me - Justaperson1718 (2376 words)

Summary: “What?”

Izuku looked back down at his menu and flipped the page, a small smile on his face. “Nothing.”

Katsuki glared at Izuku from across the table. “If it was nothing then you wouldn’t be staring at me.”

“It’s just a little funny watching you try to look your best for our date when you always look great anyway,” Izuku explained. He wouldn’t look up from his menu while he spoke, but his words remained ingrained with confidence nevertheless. He considered what he was saying to be fact, and nothing else. “Even when you’re not trying in front of the cameras, it’s still hard to take my eyes off of you.”

This is a sequel to a fic that’ll be in the next section, because it’s longer, called Manage Me. Please read that one first before this one! (Not part of a series, but they’re the same story line)

Fascinating - Justaperson1718 (1556 words)

Summary: “I’m not staring at you,” Izuku replied, his eyes focused intently on Katsuki. He’s still wearing his pajamas, sitting on his knees in their shared bed. He was awake moments before Katsuki, and waited eagerly for the other to awake.

Katsuki glanced over his shoulder after his shirt was on and glared. “You’re fucking staring at me right now.”

Izuku shook his head, humming his disapproval quietly. “I’m watching you.”

“That’s the same damn thing,” Katsuki said while searching for a pair of pants in the dresser. “Your eyes are fixated on me like I’m your life’s fucking goal or some shit.”

“I just like watching you get dressed.” Izuku tilted his head to the side and smiled softly at Katsuki’s confused stare. “I know, it’s weird. But I like it.”

*There is a little bit of implied mature content, but overall, it’s just so sweet and intimate, and I just simply adore this one.

in a place once filled with gold - dorenamryn (9226 words)

Summary: It felt strange to remember such details, for they were things a friend should know, and as far as Katsuki was concerned, he and Deku hadn’t been friends in a very, very long time. He could admit, with reluctance, that they were on the path there, now, even though they would never make it. Katsuki would die before they could get the chance.

or: There is a garden growing in Katsuki’s lungs, and he is helpless to stop it.

“Hanahaki disease” okay, I can explain myself. Okay, I can’t. In any case, you got angst with a happy ending if that’s what you’re into!

Kaleidoscope - DPRenFTW (5141 words)

Summary: Izuku is a witch. He just needs to find his familiar. Enter a boy that is a wolf, and a wolf that is a boy - with wild red eyes and sharp smiles.

And Izuku thinks:

"Oh, it's him."

Just as beautiful and fascinating as the name implies! I seriously recommend for the beautiful writing, the gorgeous world, the mythical creatures au, and the lovely bakudeku romance!

Learning Curve - sensiblysilly (4222 words)

Summary: Deku and Katsuki’s first kiss goes rather differently than planned.

And Katsuki’s quickly learning that relationships can be unpredictable - especially when taking into account the variable that is Midoriya Izuku.

This really is just a careful handling of a teenage romance where perhaps one of them may have shit they’re still working through. It’s really sweet, and a careful study at boundaries and the building of a relationship. I actually stumbled across this while looking for another with the same name and ended up pleasantly surprised. Kacchan can has a little validation, as a treat.

4/20 is a national holiday - Ereri_Garbage (

Summary: Izuku is a drug dealer that doesn't really accept the fact he's a drug dealer, Katsuki is hot as hell as shouldn't be allowed a facebook.

Happy (Late) birthday Katsuki and happy (late) 4/20. I actually half assed an edit on this one so it took longer to post than I thought it would.

Uummmm lmao yes I have a sense of humor. ;ALDSKJFLSKDJF Okay, I say that, but this is not a crack fic, it’s a good story that I enjoy with good writing, and *it has mature, content, obviously for multiple reasons here. It’s rated as mature but there are borderline explicit moments imo. It’s a fun fic and funny, too! And, ngl, it really does remind me of college... But forget about me, the bakudeku is wonderful too of course :)

Drinking Watermelon - warschach (8906 words)

Summary: For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Love it when people have Bakugou as absolutely enamored with Midoriya; it’s so good and true. Anyways this one makes me like summer camp story lines. It’s funny and also cute and great writing! *It’s got explicit content, just a heads up. Warschach stories just have this youthful 80′s vibe, I don’t know how else to explain it.

there are listed buildings - semiautomatichearts (3309)

Summary: Katsuki first sees colors bloom when he is only three years old. It is timid Izuku, hiding behind the cover of his mother's leg who looks upon him with wide eyes, and Katsuki's world explodes in shades of greens and pinks and blues, and he is so startled, he begins to cry.

His life is then on defined in color, in shades his peers can't see, by the forlorn, timid stare in Izuku's eyes that always lets off more than he is willing to tell. There is a schism driven between himself and his fated other, and Katsuki strives to be better than fate, better than what is defined for him. He is more than the written pages of a book, to be cracked open and read by the gods.

He wonders if it is possible for colors to bloom for someone who will never love you back.

Ah...soulmates :) So interesting how bakudeku fits into soulmate aus like this one when they’ve known each other as kids! And when they’ve had this complex push and pull thing going on all their lives! The writing is beautiful, and so is the story!

Promise Ring - bkdkwritingsdump (3579)

Summary:  The midwest in the 1950′s is no place for boys who like kissing boys: something Izuku and Katsuki know all too well growing up there. However, the undeniable bond between the nervous science geek and the aloof delinquent will still find a way to blossom in such a desert.

Cute, sweet, makes my gay heart ache. Longing not just for the one you love, but just to feel right loving them. Very pretty story line, lovely story telling!

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Fishy - warschach (19417 words)

Summary: Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

Another warschach! I love this one, I love how they write bakudeku, particularly as college students, their stories (at least, the ones that I’ve read) always feel so warm, like a summer’s day, but not a lazy one, one that’s playful? If that makes sense? *This one is explicit, another heads up!

Manage Me - Justaperson1718 (10756 words)

Summary: Izuku caught himself moving forward, his head tilted somewhat to the side, and his eyes shot wide open. His gaze met Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes now that he was no longer in a dreamlike state, and seeing the way Katsuki was looking at him—waiting for him—made him realize Katsuki would’ve let him do it. He might have even wanted him to do it.

“You’re both doing fabulous!” the photographer called out to them, packing his camera into his bag and getting ready to leave. “I just got word that what we have now should be good, so we’ll stop there. Thank you for your time! Lock the door on your way out after you change.”

The pair stayed frozen in place, with Izuku’s arms around Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki’s hands resting on Izuku’s waist, while the photographer and his supervisor left.

“Kacchan,” Izuku cooed once they were gone. “Did you want to…?”

Love the story, love the bakudeku! Very, very good bakudeku TT_TT very sweet *There is some mature content in here as well

point to a map (we’ve been there) - cosmicfuss (10589 words)

Summary: Serendipity / sĕr″ən-dĭp′ĭ-tē Serendipity is the occurrence of an unplanned fortunate discovery. Two men find themselves on a subway, hot coffee on one while the other is in the middle of a screaming match. After that they can't seem to stop finding each other, no matter how far they go.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; this fic owns my entire soul. I love the story, the ease of their relationship, just how lovely they are together. It’s another kind of nice, fluffy fic you’d read on a bad day where you come home and curl up in a blanket and listen to a ten hour video of thunderstorm white noise. *Again, some more mature content in here

Partners - tsukithewolf (13619 words) Another series! Two parts to this one this time

Summary: It is said that in Musutafu there is a charm that one can buy at a temple that will lead you to your destined partner. They say that if the charm works, you would be able to follow the red string of fate to the person you were meant to be with. And if the person returns your feelings, they would be able to see the string as well, proving that both were meant to be.

Three-year-old Katsuki and Izuku misunderstand what the word "partner" means and discover the charm and the rumor behind it is not only true, but more than expected.

Gets a little heavy, depression, bullying, suicidal thoughts, etc. But it must get worse before it gets better, that kind of thing. I also just adore the second part (called Bond) - maybe because it’s much fluffier, what about it?

Learning Curve - iknewaman (10304 words)

Summary: “Izuku.” Uraraka repeats as she motions at the person stood next to her. Green curls, average height, and, well. Up close, not such a bad smile. Uraraka points a thumb at Bakugou and enunciates slowly, “This is Bakugou. He can speak sign language too.”

Wait. Sign language?

The stranger— well, Izuku— looks at him with a raised brow. Their free hand lifts up as they make a slight motion of the hand.‘

Really?’

*

Bored out of his mind at a house party one night Bakugou is introduced to Izuku, a deaf student who offers to help teach Bakugou sign language in exchange for a favour-- or well, is prompted into asking for a favour.

Ah, I really want to explain this one a little bit? I’d never been into fanfiction ever, only really getting into it with these boys. This was the second one I read, I remember, and it caught me off guard, and it intrigued me. It really surprised me as to what fanfiction could be. Ngl I had biased perceptions of fanfics - I used to be one of those people who thought fanfiction could never be good writing - and this one slapped me in the face with it’s subtle beauty and creative story and heart melting capabilities, and very, very real relationship and growth. Anyways it’s so cute how happy Deku is to teach Kacchan sign language TT_TT Make sure to read the tags!

The Keeper and the Sun God’s Heir - SurelyHeavenWaits (12746 words)

Summary:  The Titans' have stolen something important from Izuku, heir of the Sun God, and he wants it back.

This one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one this one- Oh my god this one. Okay so what, I was a Percy Jackson kid, what about it? I love the mythical aus, particularly the god ones. But beyond that, the writing is so beautiful, just like the world, and the imagery. The bakudeku...absolutely stunning. The story itself? Incredible. Cannot recommend more. *There is explicit content in this, though I will say, it’s all in the last chapter, and all of the story is in the first two chapters. There’s also a second part as it’s a series and it’s short but it’s cute and sweet TT_TT

seven days - aaAAAaaahhhhHHHHH (10094 words)

Summary: There’s something about the green haired boy, an aura that just drew Katsuki in before he even knew his name.

[Sometimes your mind forgets, but your heart remembers]

Heed my warning: DON’T read this in front of other people. I bawl every time I read this one TT_TT I know I said I don’t like angst but AJLSKDFJALSKDFJ it has a hopeful ending! I mean yeah you’re gonna cry but...hope? :’) (that username really says it all tbh)

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Notice me, nerd - useless_donut (40000 words)

Summary: Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out.

Will the class of 3-A survive the sexual tension? Who will snap first? Someone put Bakugou out of his misery, please, before everyone else dies of second-hand embarrassment.

(a love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A)

Love the idea of Bakugou being brazen and brash, cause yeah, he is. So fucking funny though how that translates to him flirting. Gotta say, thought I was gonna cringe, but his “I’m gay af” outfit really ended up being A Look. Love the mutual pining, it really is strong in this one. *Okay, mature content in this one lads.

While You Were Sleeping - Belkacaramelka (71197 words)

Summary: The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku. -- Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose. Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person. Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

Update: Epilogue added

*This one has mature content. If you can, please, for the love of god, read this fic. It’s like, tied with my favorite bkdk fic perhaps ever. It’s based on the movie of the same title, a nineties romcom with Sandra Bullock, but Belkacaramelka has so effortlessly made it into it’s own story, fit it so perfectly inside of the bnha world. I definitely stayed up until 6:30am reading this one. It’s got such good badass Midoriya, who is also sweet, and really really good reconciliation between bakudeku.

All Gifted - fitzefitcher (39129 words)

Summary: The thing about gifts is that they're meant to be given, they're meant to be shared; so Izuku will take his gifts, so freely given to him, and share them with all he holds dear.

Izuku is born without any gifts, as his kind often are, to a witch mother and salamander father, on one sweltering night in July.

This one is unfinished...and I highly doubt it will ever be. But what has been written is incredible. Once again, I’m a sucker for the magic/mythical creatures aus. But the relationship is great! The characterization is great! The found family trope that was building up is great!

under a hollow sun - umbrage (40572 words)

Summary: Midoriya is cursed with emptiness.

Misfortune leads him to a man of ancient magic and endless rage.

To stop an unfathomable evil, their mismatched halves must become whole.

Uuuggghhhh this was so good! I don’t think it’s going to be finished either :( Once again, fantasy au, more amazing writing, on point characterization, incredible pacing, makes you hungry for more story.

all the savage soul requires - majjale (58032 words)

Summary: Bakugou seems to have exhausted his patience for words and no longer acknowledges that Midoriya exists, so Midoriya crosses his legs, stares down at his hands limned in firelight, and makes a list of things he knows.

One. His name is Midoriya Izuku.

Two. He is a Godmarked, future god of life, heir to the divine throne.

Three. The gods have been fighting Death for eons, and now he's coming for recompense with everything he’s got.

This is majjale, so of course, the writing is more than beautiful; it’s absolutely breathtaking. This may be my favorite fic ever - unfortunately I don’t think it will ever be finished either TT_TT There’s the gods/fantasy au, which you know by now I love. But the characterization of our two boys is absolutely perfect, and I mean that as literally as possible. And the story being crafted between the two, the memory loss, the obvious history muddled by it all, it was so dense, and the PINING, so incredibly written, flowing so naturally. It wasn’t even close to being done, but it was wonderful, still is wonderful. 

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You’re too damn flicking cute (1815 words)

Summary:  Bakugou is certain his shitty boyfriend is instigating kisses. Maybe it doesn't help that he keeps giving them away like it's a damn going out of business sale, but the stupid nerd is too fucking cute. Either way, like everything else, this is a competition, and he's going to win it.

Please don’t read this unless you’re going to the dentist afterwards! I’ve been told it’s so sweet it’ll give you instant cavities >_>;;;;

Bakugou Katsuki, you smooth motherfucker (10118 words)

Summary: Everyone around him knows that Bakugou Katsuki has a very special way with words. To the untrained ear he is loud and crass; to those that speak Kacchan, he is caring and inspiring. Yet there are rare moments, moments so fleeting you blink and you miss them, where Bakugou’s words pierce straight through Midoriya’s chest, and surprise everyone around him.

Goddammit, if only he would say them to Midoriya’s face.

Or, the five times Bakugou said something nice about Midoriya, and the one time he said something kind to him (but that was too long of a title).

I think most would consider this my best published fic; it’s one of those snapshot fics, “the five times where x did this, and the one time where they didn’t.” The recurring comment I get on this one is both of them being super in character, so I think that’s it’s defining characteristic! Bakugou and Midoriya have never known a life without the other, and in a perfect world, they never will.

Here, let me fix that (11247 words)

Summary: Bakugou honestly never thought he’d see Deku ever again. And now that they were together in this tiny compartment, alone for the next two and a half minutes, he had no clue what to say. He’d just apologized, right? So perhaps he could leave it at that and carry on with the original plan to never see the green-haired man that reminded him of dense forests, late night adventures, and tear-stained faces, ever again.

Ha! Who is he kidding? These bitches are soulmates.

I’ve gotten some critiques on this one, so sorry in advance if it’s not to your liking! Basically, what if Midoriya never got his quirk? Obviously, life would find a way to put them together because, as previously stated, these bitches are soulmates.

Plenty of Time (16654 words)

Summary: Bakugou found what little sleep he got restless and filled with nightmares that he forgot the second he opened his eyes. Tonight was the first time in a long time where he just had a normal dream - and it happened to be about Deku.

How fucking typical.

In other words, two dorks realize they have feelings for each other but don't know what to do about said feelings.

Ah, my first fic. Very simple, boys being boys, kinda like a slow burn? Idk how to explain this one, just boys figuring out their feelings and trying to figure out what to do about them. Been told these two are a little stupid but I think that’s valid.

We’re all time bombs waiting to explode (39223 words)

Summary: We have now entered the slipstream of time, into an alternate dimension where it neither is, nor isn’t, the 80’s. Two teenagers, burdened with the weight of adolescence in the modern world, find themselves struggling side by side, in part because of each other.

Bakugou, the most popular boy in school, has everything he could possibly want; status, power, and an unbreakable will. Having been dragged along behind him all the way to the top, Midoriya can’t help but wonder how (and why) he ended up standing beside his childhood friend-turned bully-turned friend again, weighed down by their complicated past and present. As the tension between them grows every day, and the arrival of a new, pretty face causes it to peak, it won’t be long before something - or someone - snaps.

I am...very bad at titles, and summaries apparently. This was my Heathers au, but it very quickly diverges from the original (I don’t do sad endings....) *This one has mature content, including implied sexual activity, drug use, and underage drinking, along with other heavy topics; please read the tags! Though tbh Midoriya is 17 for a couple weeks before it hits his birthday halfway through, so keep that in mind I guess? I kind of went heavy with this one, but I think the pay off was immense. This is the one with the most amount of comments stating it’s their favorite bkdk fic ever (and I cry). It’s a rough start, with a rough journey, but so is bakudeku! There’s a lot of petty drama, and then all of a sudden it’s Not That Petty and very much Far Too Real. Many have cried reading the ending, I cried writing it. My sister says it’s her favorite of mine. Now, I did kind of push this out without polishing it so much because I was losing my willpower, so if it feels lacking, that’s one hundred percent my fault.

Okay that was a lot! It took me a couple days...I hope I wasn’t too annoying with all my opinions! Please have a nice day. and enjoy some good reads, even if they aren’t the ones in this post!

[ayzashl]

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack (i think)

Also um, im new to these so sorry for possible gramatical errors or typos (i dont double check bc I literally was bored doing this and just, decided to share it on tumblr lmao)

Disclaimer, I made this out of boredom because I was thinking about exams and stuff and was wondering about how my husbando would react about my situation, having placed on high ranks barely putting efforts towards studying lmao (Not rlly bragging im sorry if it came out as bragging :((, i jusy rlly be curious and hopefully I portrayed it like how I expected for him to react, sorry im new to writing bc I mainly draw🌚👉👈)

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It was already sunset. The hues of yellow, orange and red envelops the dorms of U.A high school, its gradient tinting the windows of the students occupying the rooms shine bright, displaying its vibrant colors on the inside of each dorms facing the sunset.

You, who were sitting on your knees, switching positions time to time, searching for a particular pose to get comfortable while drawing on your boyfriend's kotatsu in his dorm, door leading into the balcony open, making the cold breeze of late October allow itself to enter the room.

Autumn has already arrived, and that also means midterm exams. It had just finished today. After a almost whole month of preparing for the exams, and the 3 days of taking it, the students of 1-A was relieved and relaxing in their rooms as the days of hardhips were finally over, plus its a Friday so the students were scattered on each others dorms due to the upcoming weekend.

You were taking a sip of your juicebox, almost emptying it now out of frustration for having a hard time drawing a hand. In your opinion, the struggle was equal or actually a lot harder than your midterms. Art frustrates you a lot and your boyfriend wonders why you still do it, yet never really ask you since he can also tell you're really passionate about it than your other hobbies.

He was sitting on his futon, leaning againts the wall as he stare at your back figure, watching you scribble something on your sketchpad and aggressively erasing it afterwards, making the papers crumble into the direction on where you rub it, making you groan in annoyance even more.

As he observes your actions, a thought runs up his mind, asking himself the same particular questions over and over again.

"Why?"

He asks himself. Why were you putting most of your effort into this drawing? Why were you more irritated in this than the midterm exams?

"Just..... why?"

Shoto had noticed you since the start of your so-called-library-dates, although its mostly just you accompanying him to gather resources for the upcoming exams while you just scan your notes or draw, or read a completely different book whose topic is not related to your exams.

Its always been like that everyday, he never really saw you offer a lot of your energy in terms of studying, like most of the students does, as he noticed the library being almost full as soon as October started.

He saw you scan your notes time to time, yes. But full on concentration on studies? no, never seen you. The most of what he saw were you fixate immensely on your math notebook before exams started, and that was it.

The exams ended abruptly on the second day but there was extra curricular on the Hero's Course on the third day before their final grade were posted. And yes, both of you did well. After the announcement, Shoto (and you) were shocked to find out that you were in 6th place and he placed in 5th. You both exchanged congratulations, you mostly squealing out of joy to actually achieve this particular rank.

Shoto on the other hand was, doubting?. Of course he feels happy for you, but at the back of his mind, he was a little agitated. You both got the exam results at the end of the third day and to his surprise (and also yours, but internally) your scores were high, almost having the amount of same mistakes as him, except your math which you devastatingly, almost failed (lmao), which merely affected your overall result since your scores were high anyways.

Your boyfriend wasnt the type to get irritated over these things, heck yeah he feels ecstatic over your accomplishment, signal the kiss he gave you on your forehead plus the soft look he gave you with a slight smile displayed on his face. But there was a faint thought of doubt running through the back of his head, how did you get such results when you were barely even studying? There was no way you would cheat right? He didnt want to accept it, he didnt want to doubt you, but it was the one of the highest possibilities that was mostly that likely happened, as he could think of right now.

He couldnt let go of this thought unless he confronts you about it right now, so he decided to ask you, waiting for a few moments, observing you, waiting for you to calm down a little from your work.

"Y/n...."

"Hmm?" you hum, not turning yout back at him, eyes and most of your attention fixated on the paper.

"How did you manage to get a high rank even though I barely saw you studying?" he finally asks, hoping you wont get offended by it, but this thought had been bothering him a little, and he wouldnt be satisfied until he gets his answer, as the stubborn man that he is.

"Are you doubting me?" you say in an offended tone, although you meant it sarcastically, turning your back, giving Shoto your full attention now as you crawl towards him, pencil dropping in the background as you make your way towards your boyfriend, offering him to lay down as you pat his futon. He complies so, already knowing you wanted to cuddle whenever you do that certain action.

You cuddle next to him, facing him as you give him a smile to reassure him that you werent offended by him back then. "Did you notice that in class, I always, almost bury my head on my notebook, writing on it almost 24/7 whenever lecture starts?" you ask him, as you start to fidget his hair on the sides which you and him really enjoy, making its way up to his bangs, and back and fort.

"You were.... writing?" Shoto asks, raising an eyebrow with the same stoic face who seemed not to show a lot of emotions, a little dumbfounded. "I thought you were doodling". You burst out in laughter from the small misunderstanding of your boyfriend.

"Of course I was. You see, whatever the teacher blurts about that sounds important to me, I write it down because, you know, its usually what appears in exams" you explain to him, closing your eyes time to time as if you were a philosopher, passionately explaining your beliefs, only with an added self-sense of humor. As he was on the other had was, fascinated.

I mean, who knew?

"Also just to clarify things, I do put some extra effort on, some of my studies"

"By some you mean just the science topic you reported you keep rereading everyday"

"......yes"

Shoto lighlty chuckles as he moves your head to his chest, placing an arm on your head, planting a kiss on your forehead, as a sign of affection like he always does. He feels a little guilty, assuming you were cheating but in the end, you were just and always has been the genius that you were. Heck if you actually put a lot of effort in your study, you might actually come out at the top in the class, but he's aware you have other things to focus and worry about as his eyes gaze at the table with a slightly crumpled juice box standing out.

"Were you mad?" you ask, out of curiousity. You had assumed he was maybe upset about the results because he gets a little too competitive or has the sentiment that he has to prove that he only isnt good with his powers, but in academics as well, considering his situation.

He lightly shook his head as he fully encloses you to his grasp, leg placed on your sides, locking you in as he settles his face on your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your lavender shampoo in which he always adores.

You on the other hand, was relieved now that the matter was somehow resolved? Putting those thoughts at the back of your head, your perception of relief was shortly replaced by a wave of worry as you lightly chuckle of uneasiness.

"Shoto?" you tap his sides, body tightly secured onto his. This was the one that made worry. His hands tightly clutching you, but not too much, leg on your sides, locking you in so that you wont get away easily, to him it made him feel happy, knowing that you werent going away and draw for a while. You've had situations like these already and all you ever do is give up and shower him with affection, already knowing he was slightly, probably getting a little touch starved, craving for your attention and affection. But in your situation right now, it was, unpleasant, so to say.

Not after you just finished your juicebox.

-Disclaimer, uh, I made this from

He hums in response, head tilted a little more into your head's direction. He was sure you would have given up already, knowing that he will never let you go.

"I need to pee"

"..."

"Shoto..."

"........"

"Sho"

"All I can say is good luck getting out"

"......"

"Noooooooohohohoooo!!!" you exclaim, with a sarcastic crying in your tone. This was gonna be one hell of a struggle.

.

Im bad at explaining things, hope you did enjoy reading this as much as I did though :))

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Iwaizumi in Bad Day Surprises

OMG LOVE. THIS IS SO BIG-BRAIN, I LOVE THIS. I hope you enjoy this @scrappydaisies​ 😘 

Word count: ~1.7k

BOKUTO 

⭐ It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, went wrong

⭐ You woke up late, missing breakfast as you ran to work, awkwardly putting on your jacket as you sprinted

⭐ When you got to work, you hadn’t printed your proposal and notes, so you ran late for the meeting because of it

⭐ To top it off, you forgot you had a meeting with your supervisor to discuss a potential raise

⭐ (Yikes)

⭐ Of course, you not only forgot your lunch, you’d forgotten your wallet so you couldn’t even buy food!

⭐ Just a whole-ass series of unfortunate events 😔

⭐ Normally, you’d go bother Akaashi - one of your coworkers’ & the reason you had met Bokuto - but he was out with the flu so you didn’t want to bother him

⭐ You also would have texted Bokuto an SOS, BUT of course, he was out traveling for a match so there was no help there

⭐ So, you found yourself fuming at your desk, asking yourself and all possible deities out there on why you had such bad karma, angrily vent-texting Bokuto

⭐ Though he was preoccupied and not reading/responding to your texts, you felt a bit better getting it out of your system

⭐ One of your other coworkers noticed the predicament that you were in, and ended up buying you food

⭐ As you made your way home, you pull out your phone again to see that Bokuto had left you on read 

⭐ Well okay then

⭐ It’s not like that hurt or anything

⭐ (it 100% did but what else could go wrong, y’know?)

⭐ Bokuto wasn’t supposed to be back for a few days because work

⭐ But that didn’t stop you from opening the door and calling “I’m home!” to an empty house

⭐ Leading to you laughing at yourself...which eventually became hysterical...and soon enough, you were standing in the hallway sobbing

⭐ “Babe?”

⭐ Your brain short-circuits

⭐ “K-kou?!” you sniff

⭐ You were a complete wreck by now. Like, your entire face was hot, the tears would not stop, you were snotty as heck

⭐ Your boyfriend appears in the doorway, his eyes wide at your face before he rushes at you

⭐ “What’s wrong pretty one?” he asks, “is it because of your day?”

⭐ (ngl imagining Bokuto calling you ‘pretty one’ made my heart skip a beat)

⭐ “Kou!” you sob, burying your face into his chest. “Today was honestly the worst day of my life”

⭐ He just rubs your back soothingly, murmuring soft declarations of love and comfort

⭐ You pull back, wiping your nose on your sleeve 

⭐ “Wait, what are you doing here?”

⭐ “Oh right! C’mere”

⭐ Bokuto takes your hand gently, leading you towards the living room

⭐ He had taken the time to construct a massive blanket fort there, golden fairy lights everywhere. The TV was already on with your favorite movie queued, and bags of your favorite takeout were there

⭐ Bokuto scratched at the back of his neck. “I knew you were having a really rough day, and I got back early so I figured you’d like this surprise”

⭐ Of course, you start crying again and Bokuto’s freaking out like OML WHAT DO I EVEN DO

⭐ He thought he broke you, the poor bby

⭐ You’re just shaking your head, crying and you’re just like “I just love you so much, why the heck are you so thoughtful”

⭐ He panics and is like, “why don’t we get you outta this and we can start watching some movies, yeah?’

⭐ And you’re like nodding (you’re still crying lmao) as you drag your feet to the bathroom to freshen up, change, and rejoin your mans in the living room

⭐ “You’re literally the best, you know that?” you sniffle as you re-enter

⭐ Bokuto flashes you a grin, opening his arms as he waits for you to crawl into them

⭐ “I’m so lucky to have you” you mutter, burying your face once more

⭐ “Oh baby, I think I’m lucky to have you” he says as he chuckles, rubbing your back and peppering kisses onto your face

⭐ But in general, Bokuto will randomly surprise you with food, snacks, spontaneous things whenever you’re having a bad day because spontaneity is fun as heck! 

TSUKISHIMA

⭐ You and Tsukki met when you guys were in the same class

⭐ Your teacher had separated him from Yams because they kept talking (SMACK)

⭐ Little did he know that by moving Tsukishima to sit behind you, you’d end up dating!

⭐ It started when you were jamming out to music and straight vibing

⭐ He was kinda intrigued, the boy thought you were cute but he didn’t want to vocalise it because he’s such a kuudere istg

⭐ It was Yams who started talking to you, which encouraged Tsukki to do so as well!

⭐ SUCCESS

⭐ Anyways, y’all start dating and all that jazz

⭐ One day, you come into school lookin like a wreck. A complete mess

⭐ You had pulled an all-nighter in order to finish a paper you were really struggling with

⭐ Like, you had been working on it all. week. and you STILL needed that extra 8 hours to work on it

⭐ And as you were leaving the house this morning, your parents were yelling at you for grades or something, so in general you were in a bad mood

⭐ To top it all off, your headphones had decided to die while you were walking to class, so you didn’t even have the comfort of music to help you

⭐ You were ranting the entirety of lunch, with Yams interjecting with some words of comfort as Tsukishima just silently listened and provided you soft touches to let you know that he was there

⭐ He really wasn’t the type to talk much, especially in public. BUT he was definitely very expressive behind closed doors

⭐ So, once school ends, you head home and just collapse onto your bed - dead to the world

⭐ You woke up because your phone started ringing

⭐ In your haste to fall asleep, it somehow ended up stuck to your face LOL

⭐ You pick it up, groggy as heck

⭐ “Hullo?”

⭐ “Can you open the door?”

⭐ “Kei?!” 

⭐ You stand up suddenly, falling onto the floor as the sudden blood-rush made you lighte-headed

⭐ “Did you just fall?” he asked, snickering slightly

⭐ “Shut up” you scowl as you slowly get your bearings and make your way to the door, hanging up in the process

⭐ “What are you doing here?” you ask, rubbing your eye with your knuckles as you stare up at your boyfriend

⭐ “Am I not allowed to visit you?” he quipped back, a pink flush on his cheeks. “I have something for you”

⭐ You step back, letting him into the house. “You didn’t have to, I’m sure you’re tired after practice”

⭐ “Shut up, I wanted to”

⭐ You guys make your way to your room

⭐ Tsukishima sits at your desk, unzipping his volleyball bag and pulling out a box. “Here.” he says, passing it to you

⭐ Your eyes widen. “Kei! You really didn’t have to”

⭐ He had gotten you some fancy, noise-cancelling headphones 

⭐ (Personally, they’d be AirPods but y’know, it’s whatever y’all prefer!)

⭐ “I know you were having a rough day, and music always makes it better for you so just take it,” he scowled, hiding the red roses on his cheeks

⭐ You grin, putting it down gently before you throw yourself onto him. “Thank you, thank you so much”

⭐ “You’re welcome.” He coughs awkwardly

⭐ Pulling back, you eye his face as he fiddles with his hands.

⭐ “Do you...maybe wanna cuddle or something?” you smirk

⭐ “Shut up..maybe”

⭐ “C’mon then”

⭐ Anyways, if it wasn’t obvious, Tsukki is the type that will hold you and listen to you rant 

IWAIZUMI

⭐ Ugh, college-life woes

⭐ You and Iwa lived together in an apartment. Y’all have been dating for a cool min now

⭐ But the problem of adult life!!

⭐ Y’all just don’t have time for one another

⭐ Or, not as much as you’d like

⭐ Iwa’s busy with his classes and internship

⭐ (Not to mention working out because c’mon this man never stops the grind)

⭐ Like this man is working HARD for his future!!!

⭐ You’re busy finishing up your own final projects and working too

⭐ Y’all basically only see each other for a few minutes every night when you’re laying in bed, updating each other about your day’s before you KO

⭐ SO, when you come home after a really stressful week of late-nights, little sleep, one-meal a day type of situation, you were pleasantly surprised to find your boo at home

⭐ Not to mention, there were candles out, a bottle of wine on the table, and plates of your favorite meal

⭐ HOME-COOKED BECAUSE THIS MAN IS THE PERFECT PACKAGE OK

⭐ “What is this?”

⭐ He looks up, grinning. “Well, I know that someone hasn’t been able to take care of themselves this week, so I decided to take the night off and spend time with them”

⭐ Iwaizumi comes around you, guiding you to the table by the small of your back

⭐ Pulling out the chair, letting you sit before he pushes it in

⭐ “You’re spoiling me Haji” you muse as he pours you a glass of wine

⭐ “Well if you won’t do it, then I will” he shrugs. “Cheers baby” he lifts his own glass, waiting for you to tap yours against his

⭐ If you thought that was the surprise, YOU WERE MISTAKEN

⭐ BECAUSE THERE WAS MOREEE

⭐ He decided to go ALL-OUT with the romance

⭐ After you guys finish dinner, he leads you up to the bathroom where there were unlit candles, and a BATH BOMB

⭐ TBH, I’m imagining LUSH’s Sex Bomb bath-bomb, but it’s whatever you prefer!

⭐ Just know that he added extra petals into the bath just for you

⭐ (you always complain that there weren’t enough lmao)

⭐ He draws the bath and lights the candles as you strip and get ready to shower

⭐ This man is out here washing your hair, soaping you up

⭐ All that wholesome goodness 💘

⭐ He even carries you into the bath!!

⭐ After you’re situated, he brings you the wine glasses and a tablet so y’all can watch a movie or catch up to whatever anime y’all are watching together as he slips into the bath behind you

⭐ All in all, he goes ALL OUT when it comes to spoiling you (he’s a romantic at heart) and honestly, you just need to cuff this man A.S.A.P. 

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[peteverona]

SIX FEET UNDER.

tagging → @cohenjames @thekenyastratford

location → saturday, 9pm. a hole in the ground.

notes → i was going to wait until 11:59 to post but i have too much anxiety to cut it that close lmao

Pete was well aware of the reputation he’d amassed since he’d moved to Rosewood. A guy went to juvie once and suddenly it meant he’d been running a high school drug syndicate, stolen a cop car, eaten a live duck, spent six months living in the walls of some richie’s mansion as if his six foot ass would even fit. While entertaining on most days, and helpful in his endeavour not to have every second of his life be public knowledge, it wasn’t exactly an advantage coming into a game like Panic.

Sure, nobody knew his true fears but it also meant that people had expectations for him. He was a benchmark, a point to beat. It meant he couldn’t slip under the radar or do anything surprising. Well, nothing more surprising than opening his time in the game with a fucking song and a dance.

He was a big guy, solid, so the fit of the coffin was cosy at best, and absolutely suffocating in truth. Cohen would probably have room to do a whole backflip in his. Short motherfucker. And aside from that, being bigger put Pete at a disadvantage in the sense that the more of him there was in the box, the less room there was for air.

Making himself smaller had never been his forte, as much as his foster families had tried to encourage it, enforce it even. He’d never been locked in anything smaller than his bedroom so claustrophobia wasn’t a thing, not any more than was inherently present in any normal person anyway, but they’d always told him to be quieter, be nicer. Basically to be seen not heard, or not even seen in some cases. So, naturally, he’d done the opposite. Destruction and disgrace followed in his wake, a cry for help he hadn’t even realised was one. His grandma had seen the signs when she’d found him though, and it was she who had set him on a better path. He wasn’t perfect, but at least he might not prematurely end up six feet under for lashing out at a white world that saw his mere existence as a threat.

Boredom set in with a vengeance, making him seek relief any way he could. Anything to offset the tendrils of panic winding their way around him like roots in the dirt. First he hummed to himself, but when the tune morphed into that of the song he’d sung atop the cliff he cut himself off and returned to silence. He wasn’t like Cohen, he wasn’t the type to pine over some girl. Not that Kenya was just some girl, but at the same time his entire existence didn’t revolve around her. His being in the box, in the game at all, had nothing to do with her.

The biggest regret he’d have if he didn’t make it out of the ground, if he ran out of air before they could unearth him, would be letting his grandmother down. She saw promise in him, hell, she even had him believing he could make something of himself. How stupid it seemed, Pete Verona enrolled in Ravenwood’s art school as if it were going to get him anywhere. With his scholarship set to expire and SoWood threatening his neighbourhood Panic was his only option to keep himself enrolled and doing the one thing he was good at, that made him feel whole, and keep a roof over his head. Not even he was too stubborn to admit the odds weren’t in his favour though, not with all the rich kids with a chip on their shoulder having joined the game too.

If he gave up, if he rung the bell, or alternately if he didn’t make it out, who would care anyway? Kenya would probably commend him for using his head if he called it, and Cohen might have been bummed, but neither of them understood just how desperate he was. They’d move on if he got eliminated, and they’d move on if he died. All he had to worry about was himself. So, brow sweating and heart hammering, he crossed his arms over his chest, wedging himself in as tight as he could, the string to the bell out of reach. Either he’d win that money or he’d die trying.

[lovinmullen]

okay i’m a sports junkie so here’s a list of sports i’ve connected to the hbo war boys !!!!

toye - ice hockey.

hockey doesn’t make character it reveals it to quote pinterest lmao and to me toye needs that feeling of being able to reveal himself and he needs to find a constructive way to let out all these pent up emotions he has going on. hockey while it is a great way to get that emotion out (from the pov of someone who plays 3 sports) there’s something so intimate about a hockey team to me. like the love and trust there amongst the ribbing is unmatched and he needs that. as a field hockey player ice isn’t really my forte but i chose ice for him because of the freeness you get from skating. it’s just something else man and to me i feel like he’d seek that. also the quick pace of the game is a good way to silence everything going on. you have to put so much concentration in the game. it’s so quick moving it’s so violent you have to put your full focus into it so you don’t get checked lmao? and that’s a good way to silence and channel that anger into something constructive!! while he does need the side where he can get it out he needs the support and the moral side too. like he’s not a lone person. i feel he appreciates his alone time but he needs people and the bond in a hockey team would give that to him i feel.

dick & runner - swimming.

dick has always loved swimming. it’s always been a quiet, calming escape for him when everything’s getting too loud so when he got noticed one early morning at 5am doing laps attempting to clear his head, he didn’t bat an eye at the thought of joining the swim team. more of his favourite hobby? what more could you ask for! at first he was just doing it for fun, now he’s the capatain and while he is one of the most supportive captains you will ever meet be careful because he loves swimming FAR TOO MUCH to take any of your shit.

runner is one of the best swimmers in the school. he’s won every front crawl he’s ever enterd and he’s got a killer butterfly however because of his name everyone can’t help but ask if he takes track and it BOILS HIS BLOOD. because his competitive ass hates the fact he’s got ‘the best butterfly this goddamn school has ever seen’ and people STILL have the audacity to get his chosen sport wrong? disgusting. this boy has a PB of 51.86 seconds in the 100m freestyle. the world record is 46.91!!! if you ask him, few more years under his belt then ship him off to the olympics! that being said however... he can not do back stroke to save his life. all coordination goes out the window. he can’t swim in a straight line and he’s constantly hitting people so yeah... he’s their best swimming as long as no one asks him to get on his back. his divings also a lil clumsy bit it gives him a good enough head start against the other competitors so people don’t question it.

hoosier - soccer.

he is a bad bitch in defence !!!! he is a centre back and he is not afraid to slide tackle your ass. don’t even try diving because he calculated that shit TO A T to ensure he misses your ankles. ESPECIALLY if he’s in the box. he ain’t giving away no penos does he look like david luiz???

he gets proper into the game. and i mean INTO IT. he is incredibly competitive and is no stranger to getting all up in the ref’s personal space when he doesn’t agree with a decision (his captain andy who is used to his ‘charming but extravagant enthusiasm’ now can usually calm him down before that happens though!!!)

leckie - tennis.

he’s pretentious. enough said... ALSO his freinds make fun of him for the grunts he makes ALL THE TIME. not just back at the dorms... live too !! hoos and runner often get sent out because they’ve been shushed for their sex jokes one too many times and chuckler just leaves with them apologising through his giggles because he’s embarrassed about being sent out and he’s proud of leckie finding a sport he’s good at and it’s once that makes him happy but this shit is just too fucking funny lmaooo

chuckler - baseball.

he’s the pitcher and captain !!! he will catch any and EVERY straight ball hit at him. he’s such a caring and supportive captain who is constantly cheering his boys on and lifting their spirits but he will not hesitate to make fun of you if you make a dumb mistake. his legs are so long it takes him like 4 strides to get to each base. the boys actually make fun of him for how he runs but he’s getting at least 1/2 every time so they can’t bully him for too long when he’s getting the job done.....

bonus !!!! guarnere is a gym junkie and his gym buddy is toye🥺 lieb will often join them because the times they go for their work out is usually the same time he has boxing classes😌

[amukmuk]

If you're up for it, could I PLEASE get 16 for Mandomera 😳💕💕💕

Oh man! Yes! Hehe I promise I’m working on the other prompt you sent me like moooonnnnttthss ago lmao! Thanks for the prompt @asunachinadoll <3 <3 Hopefully you enjoy this!! 

Din stares down at the wedding invitation with sickening unease. Cara is getting married and on the invitation is a box for a plus one. He throws his head back and sighs. He is well aware of the the expectation is to bring a plus one, the problem is… he has no friends. None. His only friend, his tried and true plus one for countless events has always been Cara. Now, he can’t exactly have the bride to be also be his plus one.

He sighs again and with a little more force than necessary, sticks the invitation to his fridge with a letter “K” magnet.

 Din is out pushing his son in his stroller when his neighbor, Omera, comes walking out with her daughter not far behind her.

“Hey Din!” Omera calls with a smile. “How are you?”

He slows to a stop and she meets up with him. “I’m pretty good, how about yourself?”

“Doing wonderfully. Hey can I ask you a favor? My car has been acting up. I’ll pay you. I just need someone to take a look at it.”

“Sure.” He can’t believe he’s going to do this. “Hey, are you free next Saturday?”

She shrugs. “I can’t imagine that I would be doing much of anything.”

He swallows. There is suddenly a big ball of cotton in his throat. “Can you? I mean… I would…” he sucks in a deep breath. “Would you be interested in being a plus one at a wedding? My plus one. Uh, my friend is getting married.”

She grins. “A night out with my handsome neighbor? I don’t see why not. Text me the details and I’ll make sure I’m ready.”

He sinks with relief. “Okay. Yeah. Okay, I will.”

“See you around,” she calls over his shoulder as she and her daughter continue with their day.

Wait. Her handsome neighbor?

 The wedding approaches far faster than he had wanted. He’s miserable. Large social gatherings are not exactly his forte and the thought of mingling and small talk and, God forbid, the dancing just twists his stomach into knots. Not to mention, he is taking Omera as his plus one and he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a huge crush on her. She’s just so beautiful and kind and she’s great with his son. She even arranged for her sitter to watch his kid tonight as well.  

He adjusts his tuxedo –he is the best man, after all– and goes over to pick up Omera. He knocks on her door and when it pulls open, he almost has to grab the doorframe to keep himself upright. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. Her normally plain face is exaggerated with a slight smokey eye and glossy lip. And her dress… wow. Din has to remind himself not to stare. She is wearing a navy-blue number, full length, and it hugs her curves in all the right places. He hair is twisted up in beautiful ringlets and he could die.

“Din?” She asks.

He clears his throat. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my purse,” she turns to go back in the house and he notices her dress is backless.

Tonight is going to be a very long night, indeed.

 He delivers his best man speech without incident, though he doesn’t really remember a whole lot of it. He sort of blacked out for a bit and came too with people clapping and smiling – so, he assumes it was a success. He knows it is a success, though, when he reclaims his seat and Omera pats his thigh, tears glistening in her deep, dark eyes. “That was beautiful,” she whispers, leaning over so that her lips are just next to his ear.

He can’t speak, can barely breathe, so he nods instead. He prays that she can’t see the flush rising up his neck.

After his speech, the dancing starts and Cara and her beautiful new spouse take the floor, both of them grinning from ear to ear. Afterwards, since neither of them had living parents, they open the dance floor to everyone. Omera instantly grabs Din’s hand.

“Dance with me?”

He shakes his head. “I’m a terrible dancer.”

“Then let’s go be terrible together,” she grins, and he floats out of his chair to follow her. At this point, he’s fairly certain that if she asked him to jump off of a bridge he would do so only after brief consideration.

As she drags him onto the dance floor, he can’t help but notice how holding her hand feels like the most natural thing in the world. Her hand is soft and warm and he can imagine it cupping his face, her soft lips on his.

He shakes his head. No. This is his neighbor.

She takes up his other hand and starts twisting and turning to the upbeat Bruno Mars song. He has heard this song on the radio a couple times, but that doesn’t help his rhythmic abilities any. Mercifully, only one more fast song plays before a slower song begins. He’s about to ask if she wants something to drink, when she steps forward, an invitation to keep dancing.

He accepts, winding his arms around her waist. She loosely drapes his arms over his shoulders. He tries to not place his hands on her bare back, but there is nowhere else to really go. So, he settles on gently placing his hands in a respectable position on her back and trying not pay attention to how electric her skin feels beneath his fingers.

“You’re not nearly as bad as you said you were,” she purrs.

“I just have a good partner,” he returns. Her eyes widen and she blushes. For a moment he thinks he over stepped. What was he thinking?

“You know, I could say the same for you too.”

He blushes and looks over her head.

“We should spend more time together,” she smiles. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing,” he answers, spinning her around the floor.

“Want to go to the park with me and Winta?”

He nods. “I’d like that.”

“Me too.”

[savage-rhi]

Alrighty so here's my prompt: A few years post-game, Fragile and Higgs have established a more of less fixed relationship. Fragile has a very special "delivery" for him: a messy prenatal ultrasound image. Could you write Higgs' reaction when he realizes he's going to be a dad?🙈 (sorry if this is too cheesy, I understand if you don't want to write it lmao)

@nireey Thank you for sending it in. I hope you like my interpretation of it :D!

Higgs was fixated on a side project at his bunker. It had been several years since his fallout with the world, with the Extinction Entity, with everyone he had a connection with. Higgs changed a lot during those years, but a lot of habits were seldom gone. Nonetheless, he managed by some miracle to rekindle the connection he had with Fragile. 

It was a long process for both of them. Neither wanted anything to do with each other after what transpired on the beach. Fragile had every intention to keep her word about never seeing Higgs again, but alas he had his ways of bumping into her. After making her run through Timefall, and having his life spared, Higgs was adamant about making amends. It drove her crazy. He spent roughly two years trying to owe Fragile back for the pain and misery he had personally caused her. Higgs nearly gave up until she came around. A while after that, their relationship came about. 

In the grand scheme of things, Higgs knew it was probably stupid being with Fragile considering the history among other things between them, but he had been enjoying his time with her. Being cared for, being seen, it was something he only dreamed about. Occasionally, it brought to mind that the power he sought long ago wasn’t from Amelie, but he needed it from Fragile. She made him feel like a king even when he deserved no crown. 

Higgs looked up, hearing the familiar sound of a delivery bot coming his way. As the machine hustled to drop off a delivery, Higgs sighed upon seeing Fragile wasn’t alongside the blasted thing. She had been gone on a business venture for a week, and Higgs was starting to get lonely without her. 

“Better be somethin’ good,” Higgs said towards the delivery bot as it dropped off a small package with the Fragile Express logo on the side. Higgs quirked an eyebrow, knowing full well it was from Fragile herself. Whenever it was something personal, she always added on a cryptobiote sticker on the top, letting Higgs know it was for his eyes only. 

Upon unclamping the box and bringing over by an outdoor seat, Higgs sighed and sat down. There were several black and white photographs of something peculiar. He squinted his eyes, trying to make tails of it. He had never seen anything this bizarre before. The code numbers and comments off to the side didn’t help much. Higgs was a smart man, but from what he assumed was medical terminology, that wasn’t his forte. 

At the bottom was a small note which he picked up, recognizing Fragile’s handwriting right away. 

Hey--I’m going to be home in a few more days but I got held up by this little thing. These pictures are of someone important. You’ll be meeting them in nine months. Call it the delivery of a century at Fragile Express. I know you’re probably scared, but we will get through this. Love you. 

Higgs was puzzled until everything began to click. As soon as the realization hit him, Higgs’s eyes widened as he let out a deep breath. His heart thudded deeply in his chest as he looked down at the images, realizing he was staring at his unborn child. Surprisingly, after he caught his breath, Higgs couldn’t stop smiling at the images. The corner of his eyes tearing up as his fingers gently traced over the small blobs. 

God, he was scared. Scared beyond compare, but Higgs knew he’d never be like his daddy. He’d never allow another life, something he made, to go through the hell he endured. 

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stupid cupid | part 3

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

college!au / bang chan x fem!reader

Summary: bang chan is always complaining about being single since birth, so best friend reader decides to play cupid and sets him up. big mistake.

Genre: angst-y?? with some fluff later on idk you decide (a Lot of slow burn so idk how many parts this multi-shot will have lmao)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunkenness, swearing 

they say time heals all wounds. in your case, time came in the form of a box-dyed blonde tending to your every need.

after that day of rain heartache, chan tried his absolute best to make it up to you even though you had already forgiven him. he wanted to show you just how much he cared for you and how sorry he was, even if it meant going out of his way just to do the little things.

for example, he’d be there extra early at the library just to wait for you to finish up, even though that meant he’d have to leave class a lot earlier than he was supposed to. on wednesdays he’d pop popcorn in the microwave and set up a fort of blankets around your couch, ready for the both of you to snuggle up in while you watched how to get away with murder. and he’d take you out for coffee whenever he was free, even if it meant cancelling his plans with hana.

piece by piece you felt your heart slowly come back together. it still left you uneasy and hurt knowing you had a romantic inkling for your best friend when you know he could only be just that, but it was something you had to learn to accept and move past. 

it didn’t help that the man in question was the one that was picking up all the pieces of your heart and putting them back together. a part of you knew that by the end of it all, even if you did heal, a part of you would still always belong to him. 

so you tried your best to keep your walls up, not wanting these feelings to grow more and more. you kept them boxed up and locked away; away from chan and away from yourself.

but chan could tell your guard was up. he sensed it in the way you smiled at him, when your smiles didn’t fully reach your eyes like it used to. he sensed it in the way you always left early; you were always the first to pull away from hugs, the first to say goodbye whenever you left in the morning, and the first to say goodnight on wednesdays even though you’d normally stay up together until the sun rose.

he could feel you slipping away, and it drove him insane.

“hey, what’s wrong?” hana tenderly rested her hand atop his. they were sitting at a coffee shop, spending some time together right before their next lecture. 

“it’s nothing.” he replied faintly, shaking his thoughts of you away.

“are you sure? you’ve been looking kinda down lately.” she was looking at him but he wasn’t looking at her, doing his best to avoid her gaze. it stung.

“yeah, don’t worry. tough week, that’s all. i’ll talk to you later, okay? i gotta head to class.” and with that, he was out the door, leaving hana alone.

she sighed to herself. his coldness towards her didn’t go unnoticed. ever since that night where he disappeared without saying goodbye, she could feel something shift between them.  

she stopped seeing more of chan, and when she did see him it was during fleeting moments like this. conversations between them became shorter, held less substance, and become one-sided. and she knew it was because of you.

it’s hard not to come to that conclusion when she always saw the way his gaze followed you on the campus grounds when he was supposed to be looking at her. it’s not hard to come to that conclusion when the only time she’d see him smile was when he was around you. and it’s not hard to come to that conclusion when all he did was worry about you when she wished he would worry about her.

jealousy and insecurity were feelings she was not accustomed to.

they may not be an official couple, but there was no denying the feelings hana felt for the boy. he was kind and tender and smart, it’d be harder to not fall for him. and the amount of time they spent getting to know each other must’ve brought out the same feelings in chan...

right? 

she decided she needed to up the ante when it came to chan, even if it meant losing face. and if it all proved to be in vain, then so be it.

“please please please come tonight? it’ll be fun, i promise- scout’s honor.” felix whined and pouted, placing a hand on his heart.

“but i won’t know anyone there besides you!” you said exasperatedly. he had been begging you to come to the frat party being held tonight, but you weren’t having it. you learnt the hard way in freshman year that frats and alcohol were the perfect concoction for making bad decisions, and bad decisions weren’t exactly on your to-do list tonight.

“exactly! this way you’ll get to make more friends and get your mind off of a certain someone- heck, you might even find someone to go home with~” he winked and you gagged.

“no thanks, i’d rather be brooding and sulky than getting it on with someone who could very well have an std.” 

“no one said you had to ‘get it on’ with someone, get your filthy mind out the gutter young lady!” you glared at the freckled boy. “all i’m saying is that it’ll be a good distraction. one that you very much need.” he placed both his hands on your shoulders and looked you dead in the eye whilst he said that. you sighed.

“thanks for the offer, lix, but i’m just not up for it tonight. maybe next time?” you said tiredly. 

“okay, whatever you say, your highness. but if you change your mind at any time just give me a text, okay?” he gave you a smile and began walking off. you sighed.

on any other day you’d be game to go out and get a good drink in. but today was... wednesday. and let’s just say your heart was already firmly planted on that deteriorating couch, laughing at the man that had the cutest dimples in the world. 

from solo: if you make me watch another episode of star wars the clone wars ill switch out your cola for soy sauce

you giggled at his text.

his heart remained on that couch with yours, even if you didn’t notice.  

“i just wanna know which psycho convinced me to major in creative writing. i just wanna have a chit chat.” you breathed out frustratedly, leaning back on your dining room chair. 

“you’ve only got yourself to blame there, dummy.” chan said, the smile evident on his voice as he continued to type away on his laptop.

you both were getting some studying done together as you usually would do. like old times, you both were slumped at the dining table with sheets upon sheets of notes and handouts accompanied by empty boxes of takeout. was it the most efficient of workplaces? no, but that was all you both could afford. was chinese chicken and stir-fried noodles the healthiest dining option? again, no, but that was all you both could afford. 

but even if you barely had money to get a proper desk, or get a better couch, you had each other. and that, in itself, was enough. (gag that was so cheesy ihms)

“thank you so much for reminding me and for your endless support.” you sarcastically retorted and huffed, playfully glaring at him.

he laughed and turned to look at you.

“just one more year, we got this.” he said and shrugged, leaning back to stretch.

“easy for you to say. at least you’ve got better chances at securing a job you actually like after you graduate, what with your good grades and sensible choice in major. i’d probably have to work at a low-paying 9-5 that has nothing to do with writing.” you said sadly, pouting and resting your face in your hands, looking at your scribbled notes. chan’s heart softened at the sight of your sulking frame.

“stop being so negative. you’re a great writer, the best i know,” he grabbed your wrists from across the table and made you look at him. “and you’re going to make it one day. i just know it.” he stared into your eyes deeply, the sincerity in his words making your heart flutter. it was nice having someone look at you like they believed you could change the world.

“you really think so?” you said hopeful, your eyes going wide with wonder. there was something about the way you looked that caused his breath to hitch- was it the way your features were illuminated perfectly by your cheap living-room lamp? or was it the way your eyes twinkled as if it held all the stars in the universe when they were looking at him? was it both? he didn’t know. 

“of course i do.” he said smiling, and you smiled back at him, cheeks flushed and over the moon.

“you’re gonna make it one day too, channie.” god he loved the way you said that adoring nickname you had for him. 

you both stared at each other for a moment, silence filling the room. his hand were still gently gripping your wrists and he could see the red tinge to your ears as he studied your face. he started to notice all your tiny, faint moles and how they speckled your right cheek like constellations, and how your left eye crinkled a little more than your right as you smiled. he found it absolutely charming and couldn’t understand why he never thought of pursuing you as someone more than a friend.

what the hell she’s your best friend, get it together mate!

he retracted his hold on your wrists and coughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. you looked at him quizzically, tilting your head to one side.

why is she so dang cute?

“so, kettle corn or salted?” he stood up from his place at the table suddenly, chair legs dragging across the floor, and stalked towards the kitchen to check for popcorn.

“uhm, kettle corn?” you said, but it came out more as a question than a statement. you were so obviously confused by his change in aura but he decided to brush it off, not wanting to confront these... thoughts and feelings.

“cool cool. pick something and i’ll be there in a sec.” raising your eyebrows at his back, your rubbed the nape of your neck and decided not to question it. you waddled your way to the couch, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table and turned on your second-hand tv. you flicked through all the series you both downloaded, and decided to be mischievous. 

“i swear if you put on clone wars-” he said as he chewed on a piece of popcorn, now standing right next to the couch. you smiled devilishly at him, his mouth hanging open and his gaze looking at you in an ‘are you serious right now’ stare. you giggled.

“give me that remote right now,” soon enough you both were wrestling for the remote after he set the popcorn bowl down safely on the coffee table.

“never!” you giggled as he tackled you to the floor. luckily you were bundled up in blankets, making your landing a lot less harsh, especially considering that he was on top of you. still unfazed at the position you both were in (his legs on either side of your waist, basically straddling you), you continued your little episode of wwe.

“i’ll tickle you.” he said arrogantly, raising his hands up.

“you wouldn’t.” you gasped, eyes going wide at the thought. he knew just how ticklish you were, so the ruthlessness he displayed had you in shock. 

without another word he started to attack your sides mercilessly, your squeals and giggles filling up the entire apartment accompanied by his feigned evil laughter.

“okay, okay! s-stop! i surrender, stop tickling me!” you squealed as you laughed, shoving the remote on his chest. he stopped moving his fingers against your sides but still held onto them firmly. both of you were panting from all the tackling and wrestling and tickling, still not noticing just how close your bodies were as you were not eye-to eye. 

when you brought your gaze to meet his, your heart skipped a beat.

he was staring down at you, his eyes half-lidded and skimming over your face. both of you were panting softly and you felt the rise and fall of his chest coupled with his pounding heart rate through your hands. you didn’t notice how close your faces were until you could feel his breath fanning over your face.

as the seconds flew by his face started leaning towards yours steadily, his tongue skimming over his lips. it felt like you were lost in a dream. your heart beat erratically in your chest but all you could focus on was how badly you wanted to kiss him then and there.

ding dong

the sound of the door bell brought you both out of your trance and half-lidded eyes were replaced with wide ones. he quickly got off of you and you quickly sat up, coughing awkwardly. both of your faces were a deep red, and heart rates picking up speed in a different way than before.

did we almost just-

“i-i’ll get the door.” chan said and rushed to open it. he took in a deep breath, still not fathoming the situation that took place just moments ago.

“hey.” hana stood out the door in sweats and a hoodie, shuffling awkwardly in place.

this was something he was definitely not expecting.

“h-hana? h-hey, what a-are you doing here?” he breathed out, voice laced in clear shock and he felt as though the floor was crumbling beneath him.

“uhm, well, m-my roommate has some... company over tonight and we share a studio so... it’s not very ideal for me to... you know...” she trailed off, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. truth be told, she didn’t even have a roommate. but she wanted to be around the blonde more, so what better way than to show up at his front door? chan was a sweetheart, she knew that, and wouldn’t blatantly turn away from someone in need of shelter. 

“i-i’m sorry for intruding i just didn’t think of anywhere else to-”

“no, d-don’t worry about it. come inside, you must be cold.” he opened the door wider, allowing her to step in. he closed the door behind in, sucking in his cheeks. this situation was less than favourable, but this was the unfortunate reality you both had to confront.

“we’ve got company.” chan said, not daring to look in your direction and instead focused his gaze everywhere and anywhere else.

“h-hana? hi.” you muffled out, mouth stuffed with popcorn. you were planted on the floor, blankets drowning your figure. you certainly did not expect her of all people to show up at 9pm on a wednesday night. 

“you guys watching anything?” she said, pointing to your illuminated tv screen.

“it’s movie night...” you trailed, staring at chan in shock this time but he refused to meet your gaze. you heart was faltering and you couldn’t make sense of the situation. 

“you can pick something if you want.” he said and shuffled awkwardly next to hana. your eyes flicked back and forth between the two before you quickly composed yourself. 

“you can take the couch, i’m good here.” you brought your legs up to your chest as you turned away from both of them. you sighed to yourself.

maybe i was dreaming.

chan and hana sat next to each other, hana getting comfortable and leaning her head onto his shoulder, their arms interlocked. you glanced to the side and saw it out of your peripheral vision, your heart instantly breaking. you sucked in your cheeks and took a deep breath.

“have you watched chilling adventures of sabrina? i hear it’s really good...” you didn’t focus on what they were saying, instead their conversation became the background music to your heartbreak.

you stared blankly in front of you. you felt more alone now than you did the first night he left you by yourself. you tried to numb the stinging in your chest but it didn’t help that the two of them were right behind you. the only thing that was getting numb was your butt from the cold tiles and poor circulation. 

to f-elixr: can i take you up on that party offer

you nervously waited for his reply.

you didn’t want to sit on the cold hard asphalt feeling sorry for yourself the whole night, third-wheeling in your own apartment.

from f-elixr: already on my way

whatever deity was out there, you secretly thanked them that you had a friend like felix. 

“felix is forcing me to go to this party with him tonight so i’m just gonna leave you two lovebirds alone...” you mumbled as you got up from your seat on the floor.

“now?” chan questioned, glancing at the clock. “it’s really late, are you sure yo-”

“i can take care of myself, chan. i’ll be fine.” that came out harsher than it was supposed to, but you couldn’t help it. you were feeling frustrated and annoyed and angry at the world. 

his heart broke a little at you calling him by his name and not his nickname. 

you quickly entered your room and threw on some jeans and a thick hoodie, as well as a beanie to protect you from the cold. and then you were gone like the wind, muttering a quiet ‘bye’ as you made your way out of the apartment.

chan could only stare at your fleeting figure, hurt evident in his face. but you wouldn’t know that because you were out the door in a flash.

hana felt the tension in the room and hoped her sneaking suspicion of the shifting dynamic between chan and you was just that- a suspicion that wasn’t true. so the two of them remained on the couch, not focusing on the series that was playing on the tv and instead on the endless questions that ran through their brains.

“that’s enough tequila for you.” felix said as he snatched the shot glass out of your hand. you hiccupped.

“you ain’t fun~ c’mon~ just one more~” you slurred your words and hiccupped in between each one. you were completely, totally and absolutely pissed drunk at the frat house, and you were pleased.

after ranting to felix about the situation that occurred in your apartment earlier, you decided the only thing you could do to get your mind off of it was to get blackout drunk. he agreed, a little disappointed that he couldn’t wild out as much as he wanted, but decided that you needed someone sober and someone that you trusted to drive you home.

god he’s a saint.

“no, no more for you. c’mon, i’m taking you home.” he hauled you off of the bar stool you were slumped on, slinging your arm around his neck.

“but i don’t want to go home! felix please, it hurts too much.” you mumbled that last part quietly, tears brimming in your eyes. he sighed sadly at you.

“i know, but chan’s going to have my head if i don’t get you home.” and off you both went to his car.

felix discovered that you were a very sad drunk.

after a long car ride of you sniffling and crying in in the passenger seat, wailing about how much the universe had it against you in terms of love, you both finally pulled up to your apartment complex.

“c’mon, one step, two step...” felix said as he guided you up the stairs. in no time you both reached your front door, and felix loudly knocked on it.

“oh my god is she okay?” chan said as he rushed over to hold you.

it was almost 1am and throughout the night chan grew increasingly anxious about you, not being able to focus at all. 

“one too many shots, but she’ll be fine.” felix said as he passed you to chan. 

“thanks for bringing her home.”

“don’t mention it. oh and chan?” his ears perked, turning his focus away from your drowsy and drunk state over to the freckled brunette. “take good care of her, please? she’s been hurting a lot, but she needs you.” felix said tiredly. chan could only nod at him, still being unable to register his words.

felix mumbled a goodnight parted ways, chan using his leg to close the door behind him as he hauled you over to the couch.

“ch-channie~ it that you?” you mumbled sleepily, your eyes squinting up at him.

“yes it’s me.” he smiled sadly down at you and removed your beanie, tucking your hair behind your ears. he sat down next to you on the couch as your hands gripped tightly onto his.

“are you for real?” you leaned forward and buried your head into his chest, hiccupping as you did so. “yeah, you’re for realsies. i can smell ya.” you said and smiled to yourself. chan chuckled and caressed your head.

“why’d you get so drunk, silly?” he wondered out loud. 

“because of you.” his heart stopped as you said that. you leaned away from him, a frown spread across your features and eyes watery. he furrowed his brows.

“what do you mean?” he held your face in his hands, wiping away the tears that slowly streamed down your cheeks.

“my-my heart is hu-hurting because of you.” you hiccupped as you sobbed. chan hated seeing you hurt and sad, even more so now when you said it was because of him

“i love you to-too much bu-but you don’t want me s-so i-i-” you rambled on but stopped as chan shushed you as he wiped your cheeks and brought you closer.

“of course i want you, you’re my best friend i-”

“no channie. i’m i-in love with you a-and i can-can’t do anything about it.”

he could swear time stopped around him as you said that. you? in love with him? what? he couldn’t believe it, and he didn’t know what to make of it. how could you be in love with him after all this time?

“y-you’re drunk.” he stuttered out, staring at you in shock. 

“doesn’t m-make it any less true.” you breathed out and leaned on his chest once again, clutching on the fabric of his shirt. 

“i-i tried not to, but i don’t know. y-you’re my favorite person i-in the world, w-what was i supposed to do?” you sobbed and he bit down harshly on his lip. his heart was breaking seeing you cry over him but at the same time a part of him felt free- relieved, even, that you had feelings for him.

you leaned away again, looking directly at him with your blurry vision. his hands instinctively went to wipe away your tears again. 

you didn’t know what came over you, but with your resolve washed away by all the tequila and your judgement diluted in a beer keg, you sprouted the courage and leaned over to place your lips on his.

to say chan was shocked would be an understatement. feeling your lips on his made his mind and heart go sporadic all at the same time. but your lips were soft and warm and oh god did you feel like a dream, and he couldn’t help but melt in you. you tasted like cheap tequila and gum, but he could care less. you were heaven, and you were kissing him.

when you both pulled away you immediately crashed onto his chest, falling asleep almost immediately from all the alcohol and crying. but out of chan’s peripheral vision he caught a figure he so wished was just a figment of his imagination. 

there, standing right outside the toilet with wide eyes and lips agape, was hana. 

ph myg od yall dont know how long this took me to write i had m a j o r writers block i didn’t have a concrete plan for this part n had to come up w multiple but when i did settle on a plan it was so hard to write the dialogues n wrhlfhwrlgh but here it is yay finally ●‿● this mini series ends in the next part, so pls stay tuned for that!!!! like reblog comment subscribe follow ask- u know the drill 

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[dreamterlude]

headcanons for your skater au?? also highkey relate to keeping hands in bags where else u gonna put the ones who steal 😩😩

See, someone who supports Neil!! Anyways, this took days to reply, but here’s some insight into this au:

First of all I think it’s time I said what each fox is majoring in/what kind of job they have so!

Both twins work at Eden’s, Aaron is studying medicine (of course) while Andrew is doing an art course

Matt works at a mechanics and he studies engineering at night

Dan works at a café some days and she studies marine biology

Kevin is studying history and he doesn’t work

Neil studies maths and some languages on his free time! also Matt got him a job at the mechanics as an assistant

Nicky works at a clothes store (and sometimes he babysits) and is studying marketing

Seth is a part-time DJ and studies audiovisuals

Renee is an english lit major and she works at a flower shop

Allison is a law major and she doesn’t work because Money (but she does volunteering with Renee uwu)

Now, actual insight on their group dynamics, what they do, sutff like that owo

The gang has movie nights and they build blanket forts, usually at the Matt/Dan/Neil flat (yeah they live together!!), they take turns choosing the movie and everyone hates Kevin’s picks

Seth takes videos of the foxes at the skate park and makes edits of the cool tricks they manage to do (almost nothing at first, but they do get better)

Andrew is The Art Guy, he paints over skateboards (Neil’s, Renee’s) and he also paints over the foxes’ bedroom doors, something that’s close to each of them (like Ireland’s flag on Kevin’s)

They also have sleepovers at Matt’s trunk and it’s not big enough because it’s only a trunk and it’s 10 of them so what they do is: they take some mattresses and put them next to the truck so that the ones that dont fit in it don’t have to sleep in the grond lmao 

They also have impromptu roadtrips if they can, half of them in the truck, half of them going by skate. They go to the beach maybe, spend th enight there under the stars, make a bonfire and gossip

In one of those roadtrips Dan teaches Kevin how to swim

Renee is a sweetheart and usually makes small bouquets of flower pouches for the gang

(Andrew hangs his by the window and smells them every morning)

(Allison puts them in a flower crown and Renee kisses her)

Aaron, med student, is the supreme mom friend, always worried about his family’s health, he’s the one to go when you’re sick (probably carries stuff like ibuprophen on his backpack. Seth and Matt call him ibubrophen)

Seth goes full musical prodigy and makes playlists for each of the foxes as a gift to show how much he cares about them

Renee is that bitch that dances in her board while skating down the street. The sheer power she has

Allison has a snake tattooed on her thigh and “I love my trans body” on her left hip

Renee has flowers on the inside of her arms!!

Andrew has a septum and he also wears a dangly earring that’s a bee

Nicky dyes his hair obnoxious colors to cope but also to match his boards

Seth is very into skincare and often sends videos of him doing putting on facemasks to the foxes gc

(They give him shit for it but tbh his skin looks good as fuck so they also ask for advice)

They organize graffiti races around the neighbourhood in which the one to draw more in a period of 3 hours wins (these are held from 12pm to 3am, usually on Saturdays)

(Usually, Andrew wins)

They celebrate the gangs anniversary by spending the night at the twins’. Erik bakes them a cake, they each get a plate of it and throw it at each other’s faces. They’re stupid and they’re a family

They have karaoke nights and they end up drunk and sing creaming All Star and/or Sk8r Boi

There’s a non spoken rule that if someone texts or says “everytime” another person must reply with the lyrics from Cascada’s song

(This is based on another ask but) they do in fact own shirts that say skate or die and each of them has customized it a bit to their own liking!!

They used to be the joke gang at the skate park but now they’re kind of respected

They get in fights with the Ravens, their rival gang and shit gets nasty. They usually end with bloody knuckles, broken noses, spray paint in their clothes and legs sore from running away at the sound of police sirens

Andrew and Neil have been pining for exactly 3 years and 11 months but they’re fucking stupid and also best friends so shit’s wack (they have moments of intimacy that they both think shouldn’t be allowed, but how could they say no to them)

Seth and Kevin are a thing that eventually happens and it’s way more tender than the rest of the foxes ever thought it possible

Matt and Dan go on cute dates like going to a park and having a picnic there, taking pics of each other and cuddling watching vines

Allison and Renee have the absolute power. They go to fancy restaurants and order a lot of food (thanks Allison’s parents) which they then proceed to carry in take-away boxes to homeless people. Then they go to their flat and eat pizza from the grocery store and watch trashy rom-coms

Aaron definitely had a Tiktok phase but we dont talk about that

(Seth talks about it. Constantly)

Gonna cut it there because this is too long already, hope you enjoyed these uwu