#ah I just love writing these two dumbass twins

[obscure-sentimentalist]

Old enough boys, 10

Word prompt: Misunderstanding

Part of the Old enough ‘verse

April 2010

Tommy wakes—mouth feeling like an old, musty sock has taken up residence—to what sounds like a sledgehammer slamming into concrete.

“For the headache,” is all Connor says as he releases his grip on the water glass now on the coffee table. Without even sparing a glance at Tommy (who surely looks like death hungover and blackmail picture-perfect), he slaps two Aspirin down next to the glass and turns on his heel to vanish into the kitchen.

Letting out a pitiful groan, Tommy slowly peels his cheek free from one of the pleather cushions on his brother’s couch before flapping a hand blindly over the coffee table to find the deposited goods. His fingers catch on the rim of the glass and almost send its contents spilling over, but his reflexes aren’t so impaired that he can’t stop it. The medicine is much easier to track down, and the pills are tossed back with the water right as his brain begins making dial-up noises and coming back online.

Ugh, whatever (or however much) he drank last night was one of the stupider choices Tommy’s made in a while—probably not since…

Well. It’s been a long time.

Cracking his neck in chorus with a loud, obnoxious yawn, Tommy lumbers into the kitchen as the heavy scent of warm bread and bacon hits his nose. It’s just greasy and edible-smelling enough to confirm that today’s breakfast comes courtesy of Gotham’s finest sandwich stand.

“I was about to say, if I came in here to a stack of those dirty kitchen sponges you call pancakes, I was going to call in the hazardous waste team,” Tommy admits, unceremoniously collapsing into the open chair and snatching a bundle of egg, cheese, and bacon-stuffed goodness. “Seriously, I don’t know how you manage to determine the medication and dose size needed to treat actual people, yet you can’t handle a breakfast classic off a recipe.”

Connor just glowers at him from the other side of the table, taking a deep swig of his coffee and remaining silent.

Tommy can feel the frost wafting off of his twin, though, and scrambles to sit upright and at attention. This is about more than Connor’s oft-toxic cooking now.

“What’s… are you…” Tommy fumbles, not sure how to broach the subject. Then, finally, shoulders hunching and voice resigned: “What did I do?”

He’s been on the receiving end of that look too many times—from peers, flings, and, most of all, his father—to deny that fault lies squarely on his shoulders. And it figures that he’s added insult to injury in that he was just plastered enough last night to have forgotten whatever he’s done to upset his brother.

But Connor takes one look at him and sets down his mug, shaking his head as the tension leaches out of his body. “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.” He kicks back his chair and starts to move towards the fridge. “You’re not up for coffee yet, so your choices are either juice or…”

Tommy’s fist meets the tabletop before his brain catches up to him. “Dammit, Connor!” he snaps, turning a bleary-eyed glare on his brother. “You don’t get to pull this with me, not when you’re the one always validating how I’m feeling. Guess what, dingbat, it’s a two-way street, and if I owe you an apology, I’d like to know it!”

If anything, the outburst sufficiently makes his brother pause, closing the refrigerator door and turning back to Tommy with his arms crossed. “Dingbat?” he repeats, eyebrow arched and voice barely smothering his rising amusement.

Tommy rolls his eyes. “Excuse me for not wanting to infringe on your territory of calling me ‘asshole’ and other variants.”

“No, no, I thought it was a creative choice,” Connor defends, flapping one hand as his lips twitch in a losing battle to keep his composure. “Very…” he clears his throat, “middle school.”

Tommy sighs, letting his head dangle over the back of his chair as he leans it back on two legs. “Yeah, well, I have a lot of ground to cover on the juvenile insults, after so many ye-….”

Man, I’m so glad I grew up as an only child.

The words come at him from under the heavy fog that coats most of last night, and Tommy jerks bolt upright, nearly knocking both the chair and himself over.

Oh, yeah, assuming that he didn’t give an explanation for the phrasing, that would do it.

“Connie,” he starts, slipping into the annoying nickname with an unusual seriousness that it immediately draws his brother’s attention. “You… you know that I’m really glad we found each other, right?”

Connor’s brow furrows and his mouth pops open just slightly, but he thinks better of saying anything and just nods.

“Great,” Tommy acknowledges, before his thumb and index finger come up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “And… you know that I sometimes don’t have the best grasp on what I’m saying until it’s too late.”

“Understatement,” his brother murmurs, before speaking up with a clearer, “Yes.”

Dropping his hand, Tommy blows out a deep breath and stands up, both twins now on the same level and seeing eye-to-eye. “So, with those factors in mind, it’s fair to say that I didn’t exactly phrase my gratitude in the best way last night.”

Connor’s arms are still crossed, but the look in his eyes and the tilt of his head are a clear invitation to continue.

“Look, if we actually grew up together, do you think we’d be anywhere near as close as adults?” Tommy asks, motioning a hand between the two of them. “Honestly, I feel like you’d have tried to kill me at least twelve times over by now out of annoyance because I’d have provoked you, and we’d either hate each other for years or just… grow apart.”

“You feel like we found each other when we needed each other, and only then,” Connor reads between the lines. “And you’re glad that, ah, growing up alone made you more receptive to gaining a sibling later in life.”

“Quit giving me reasons why you should do the talking from now on,” Tommy warns, playfully jabbing a finger just short of Connor’s nose, before shrugging. “But yeah, more or less.”

That earns a small yet fond smile. “Then I’m sorry for misunderstanding.”

Tommy scoffs. “I’m sorry for thinking I was articulate enough to get that across after more than a few beers.” With a grin, he throws his arms wide. “Hug it out and call it even?”

“Deal,” Connor agrees with a false nonchalance, as if Tommy isn’t already aware of how much of a hug monster his twin is.

They match each other in strength of grip, both hoping to convey exactly how much they care about and are appreciative of each other. That said, it’s not so tight an embrace that Tommy can’t quickly maneuver his index finger from his tongue to Connor’s ear.

“Augh, are you six?” Connor blurts, rearing back and swiping at his ear in disgust. “Do you have any idea of the bacteria…”

“Nope, but I imagine you do, good Dr. Rhodes,” Tommy quips, taking a smooth yet lengthy step back to make a run for it. “Like I said, lots of ground to cov-…”

The rest of that sentence leaves Tommy’s lungs with all of his air as Connor’s retaliating flying tackle catches him right in the midsection.

[eddsworld-headies]

i was wondering if u could do a tord/tom with a female reader that dresses really baggy-VERY TOMBOYISH but is decked out with all types of rings and chains. doesn’t dress girly but still barely wears makeup and likes to have pretty nails at the same time.

Oh wow what a coincidence my-- OC IS JUST LIKE THAT HAHA WELL SINCE YOU ASKED MIGHT AS WELL RIGHT??

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Tom huffed loudly, not noticing that Tord had helped himself to sitting at the kitchen table to watch him press his forehead to the window, looking outside. He simply stayed silent, watching the brit get frustrated while opening and closing cabinets.

"Lose something?"

Tom groaned, slamming the cupboard door and turning round and facing the Norwegian with a sneer. "Screw off. I don't need you chewing my ear off." He replied grumpily, moving towards the living room and giving a quick glance around. " What, did you lose something in the bottom of your flask? Other than your self-worth?"

"EDD!" Tom shouted, making Tord roll his eyes as he stood up, following Tom as he moved up the stairs. "Jesus, don't be such a tattletail. I'll stop bothering you." "This isn't about you, Commie."

The two stopped in Edd's doorway, Tom holding onto the edge of the door trim as he leaned in. The leader of the group was jamming to some tunes at his drafting table, tablet pen in hand and hoodie wrapped around his waist.

His room was messy, seeing as he wasn't the only one occupying the room now that their newest addition moved in from America and needed a place to stay.

"Hey," Tom said loudly, moving in and lightly slapping Edd's shoulder, the tallest of the group shifting his eyes over before lifting his left earbud out. " Where's your sister?" The black eyed man asked." Huh?" "Your sister, dude, where is she?" " I dunno. She's your girlfriend, keep better track." "It's not like I have a tracker on her or something." "Then maybe you should invest in one." Edd retorted, settling his earbud back in his ear.

"Thanks for the help." The dirty blonde scoffed, pushing the second ginger of the house to the side and moving past him. "Oh!" Edd said, pulling out his earbud once more. "If you figure it out, let me know!" "Whatever!"

"You seem ever worried today," Tord started, continuing to follow the other-- much to his annoyance. " What? You fuck something up again?" " Fuck off. I haven't seen her all day. I'm just worried, Dick." "It's not like she can't take care of herself." "I know that. But she's a fucking dumbass with an impulse disorder and a can of pepper spray. Plus 4 years of law enforcement and dumb fucking defense classes in a tiny 5 foot package. The girl thinks she's indestructible and that doesn't go well with her--" "Tendency to do dumb fucking shit?" "That's putting it lightly. I guess getting into trouble runs in the family."

Tom perked up when the front door opened, Matt walking in with his hands behind his back as a much shorter figure following behind.

"Fuck, there you are-- What's with your hair?" Tom asked, moving toward his girlfriend, who's impossibly short cut hair almost replicated her brother's. " It's windy. And of course someone had to put the top down." She said, green eyes narrowing at the freckled ginger who was smiling brightly. "Oh, but look how good my hair is!" Matt whined, trying to get a bit of sympathy from his best friend's sister.

It was times like this that Tom realized, without her snake bites and brow piercing, their were only a few differences to Edd and his sister. Besides the accents, they could be twins if her eyes were a different color. And you know... If she wasn't a fucking twig.

Tom can remember how hilarious he thought the two were where they were younger. Sure, they weren't as big as they were now, but seeing this skinny short stack next to a guy like Edd and claiming them to be siblings was hilarious. But they looked a like, identical traits in each but separate none the less.

He had to admit, seeing his girlfriend without her hair pushed back was a little odd. She rarely wore it in a cowlick like her brother.

"Okay. Where did you two go off too?" He asked, noticing that the only girl in the house hand her hands shoved into the pockets of her blue zip up hoodie. The red long sleeve down to her wrists while the blue sleeves of her jacket were up to her elbows, and her tan pants and sneakers were slightly muddy. Practically all the cuffs of her pants were dirty, since she usually liked to go through puddles and mud rather than walk around a foot or two.

"We went to the mall!" Matt exclaimed, suddenly thrusting his hands into Tom's face. The shorter flinched, grabbing Matt's wrists and pushing them away to get a look at his hands. His nails were long, at least an inch and a half, and bright purple with butterflies and hearts. They were rectangles at the top and wrapped pretty nicely in a white french tip. "Aren't my nails gorgeous?"

"Yeah, their great," Tom said, letting his wrists go. " And why did you need to get your nails done?" "They were so dull before! I can't be this perfect and have dull nails! Plus, we got a 5% coupon!" Matt explained. Tom looked over to his girlfriend. " And how much did this cost?"

" 63 pounds each." She answered, her boyfriend raising a pierced brow. "Each?"

"Ah! Well yes, of course! I simply couldn't have a spa day all to myself," The ginger said as Tord took a seat on the couch, messing with his phone. "Sooo, I invited Bridget to come along!" He said, grabbing her hands out of her own pockets and revealing her nails. Long and sharp, deep blue with little piercings on them and a little blue marbling.

She smiled guiltily as Tom's eyes widened. "I mean- I couldn't not." She defended. "Bride- Baby, You're an All-star, really-" "Ah yes, just what every girl wants to hear." She teased lightly, fully knowing neither were at the "I love you stage" yest so finding a compromise was hard. "Yeah yeah- But... You're the clumsiest person I know. And you chew nail polish off your nails. In what world is this a good idea?"

Bridget blew air as her ran her hands through her hair, the front lightly sticking up in her normal do but half deflated without hair gel. " There is none- But! Listen to this!" She said excitedly, moving towards the wall and clicking her nails repeatedly on it with a wide smile, the noise loud and slightly satisfying. " Eh? Right? Isn't that great?" She asked. Tord sat up, laughing lightly. "You game for a living and the first thing you do is get acrylics-?" Bridget shushed him, moving over and running her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as his face scrunched up.

"Don't think about the future, think about the now." "OH gOd that's horrible!" Tord groaned, cringing but laughing at the odd feeling. "Fuck it feels like your scratching my brains!" Tom rolled his pitch black eyes. " You're gonna hate those in two hours." He insisted, watching her creep closer. "Okay. I'm hearing you," She said. " But in my defense...."

Bridget moved forward, wiggling her fingers in her boyfriends face. "These are fucking sick." She whispered, her nails lightly scratching at his stubble and making his laugh and pull back from the ticklish feeling. " Fuck that's absolute shit." He chuckled, face scrunching as Edd jumped down the stairs.

"Hey! I knew I heard you-" His eyes widened as they landed on his sister, the siblings locked in a staring contest as she slowly moved her hand away, this time towards her brother.

"What the hell are those?" "Edddyyyy," "Don't you dare." "EEEEEddddddyyyy," "Bridget, I swear to god if you touch me with those things-" " I think you need a back scratch, Eddy bo' Beddy." "Get away from me you fucking dwarf!"

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Tom groaned as he scratched his stomach, lazily flipping out the band of his sweatpants so he didn't have to tie them as he went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door, goosebumps forming over his chest as he reached in to grab the milk. He kicked the door close with his foot and turned to fill his glass, jumping out of his skin at the figure in the arch way to the living room and hall.

"Jesus-! Damn it, Bridget! The hell are you doing?" He asked, hand over his chest as she stared at him, eyes slightly bloodshot and wide as she stood in the arch way, his blue hoodie down to her thighs and the peaks of dinosaur boxers underneath. Her hair was spiked up now, only slightly ruffled. " Did you just finish your stream?"

"Seventy-eight," She said shakily. " Seventy-eight fffffucking run-throughs, because my fucking nails! Keep getting caught!" She whispered- but it was more of a stage whisper with her theatrics as she held her hands out awkwardly. " I want them off, Thomas." Tom stared at her for a moment, eyes wide as she looked at him with a death glare.

"..Uhhhhh," He dragged. ".... There's a Buzzsaw in the attic?"

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haha I really just wrote a short with my Oc in it cause I have that kinda power so suck it

( But if ya'll really want an x reader one I can write another one. It'll litterally be the same though I have a bunch more asks to get through)

[jesswritesthat]

Hi I loved the ask with the s/o's knee popping out! Can you do it again with the atsumu, osamu and sakusa pls? I love your writing so much😆😆😆

Yessss! Thank you I’m so happy to hear that, and you’ve picked a brilliant trio once again - I hope you like these too. 👌

Warnings: Joint displacement, mature language

Summary: How Hinata, Daichi and Bokuto Atsumu, Osamu and Kiyoomi would react with a s/o who's knee occasionally pops out of place and she has to like pop it back in place and just carries on with whatever she was doung (happens to me and freaks my friends out oops).

Link to Bokuto Kōtarō, Hinata Shōyō and Sawamura Daichi version.

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Miya Atsumu:

• At first, he looks at you incredulously before a wave of panic washes over him and he's immediately by your side checking if you're alright. Despite his sarcastic remarks, his feelings for you are very much real.

• Then you just nonchalantly sort yourself out and walk on like nothing happened and he's standing there dumbfounded and mildly infatuated.

"'Tsumu, you coming or what?"

"So, are we not gonna talk about that? At all?"

• You explain and suddenly the prank potential of such an unusual occurrence is plaguing his thoughts and you halt your detailing to sigh at the mischievous grin he's giving you. And you know what it means.

RIP Osamu.

• This is idiot is curious about it though, asking questions and then proceeding to bend down and poke your knee, looking up to you with pure inquisitiveness like:

"Did that hurt?"

"No Atsumu, it doesn't -"

"Did that?" He cuts you off by going again, and this time you give in to your immature nature.

"Ouch - oh my god, what did you do!? I can't stand!" And you collapse for dramatic effect, Atsumu instantly catching you in the midst of sheer guilty panic.

"(Y/n) I'M SO SORRY! Crap do I need ta call an ambulance?! Are you-"

Then you're giggling like a madman and he lets out an offended scoff and lets you fall to the ground, standing to cross his arms with a pout on his face.

"Tch, I wasn't worried about your dumbass or anythin', didn't even fool me."

"Whatever, that was payback for jump scaring me in the shower last night Miya." And he's muttering incomprehensible curses much to your bemusement.

• Of course he loves when you freak out your friends, he'd do the exact same and encourages you with new ideas so it's no surprise when he excitedly presents one involving his twin or his teammates.

• Osamu remained unphased by your knee disjointment though, raising a skeptical brow at his twins defeated disappointment.

"How are you not shocked or screamin'? Do you not care about my s/o's health?" Atsumu painfully exasperates, Osamu smirking at his behaviour.

"...It happens occasionally, (Y/n) has told me about it before."

• Atsumu is looking between you and his twin in utter disbelief as you're both laughing at the fact you've successfully double crossed him.

"Betrayed by my so-called closest companions - why was I even born?"

"Tsumu, you were literally about to do the same thing, drama queen."

"Whose side are you on (Y/n)?"

Miya Osamu:

• One of the least phased by it, of course he's concerned and leans down by your side checking you over for injury but you happily wave it off and resolve the issue with a grateful smile on your face.

• He understands from then on that it's not too serious and you're not overly affected by it which is reassuring to him, however that doesn't mean he shares the same viewpoint.

• He lowkey pestered you to teach him how to pop it in back into place, because someone else doing it is a bit scarier right? Atsumu better watch tf out. But it's also to assist you as well, he likes to be prepared for the worst.

• Knows that it's fine, but Osamu will always ask if you're okay or suffering from any joint pain after it's happened because he's quite open with you and wants to ensure you're taken care of properly. He played volleyball and constantly deals with Atsumu so he has basic medical knowledge.

• Osamu will also use it as a feeble excuse for the most ridiculous of things and that amuses you to no end.

"I'm experimentin' with this new recipe, so try some, it might help ya leg heal."

"It's not an injury 'Samu, this isn't going to cure me or anything."

"Ya don't know that (Y/n), my food is pretty good." He just wants you to try his creations and see your face light up but rather than admit that, he uses shit like this.

• If it does genuinely hurt though, he'll prepare an ice/heat pack depending on what you require and relax with you - he'll get anything you need accompanied by a sly quip but Osamu will still do it. He cares about your health after all.

• Your ‘trick’ also doubles as a threat - whenever Atsumu is bugging him, he'll simply call to you with a playful glint to his features.

"My darling, could you do the thing?"

And Atsumu knows what it is and is outta there so fast much to Osamus accomplishment, placing a kiss on your forehead and muttering a thank you even though you didn't do anything.

• Finds great amusement when you freak out your friends and you live for his quiet low chuckles that he'll subtlety let out at their expense, they're different from the boisterous laughter his twin recieves when you mess with him.

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

• You'd told him about it and he was kinda scrutinous at first, then you fix it yourself without anyone helping or having to touch you and he's like damn okay, efficient and clean. Nice.

• He is a realist though, so he asks a vast amount of questions so he can better assess the situation with your knee. If you require it, he’ll be 100% willing to lend his assistance and you know for a fact it’d be done hygienically.

• Relates to you on a similar level with his wrists and all, so he understands the underlying amusement from shocking others and dealing with the unusual quirk. You'll often stretch together, casually conversing about random topics of the day as you do so in a calm atmosphere and subtlety check that the other isn't in any pain.

• The Black Jackals hate you two, it's not even funny. You're literally the freakiest pair they've ever met and of course you both enjoy messing with them - Sakusa with his abnormally flexible wrists and you with disjointed knees - help!

• They first found out when you walked into to one of their warm ups, Sakusa bending his wrists on the floor with Bokuto, Atsumu and Hinata watching in fascination.

"It's weirdly entrancing... y'know? Ah, hey (L/n)!" Kōtarō muttered, immediately brightening as you halted beside your boyfriend who nodded in acknowledgment.

"Think that's weird, check this out." And so your knee pops out and you pop it back in with a bit of flare as the trio gawk at you.

"What the - Omi-Omi, did you see that?!" Atsumu practically screeches, Kiyoomi giving a snarky snigger in response purely amused by this.

Hinata is asking you to do it again whilst Bokuto is tilting his head in mild panic with yourself and Sakusa exchanging a knowing glance.

• You both do your respective 'tricks' and Atsumu is freaking out before Captain Meian hollers over to the two of you.

"Stop flexing you two, at least wait until practice is over to freak everyone out so they clean up quicker~"

"No way! The terror twins should be banned!" The Setter overdramatically gestured to the two of you with a grin on his face.

"Tsum Tsum, Sakusa is one of the best spikers in Japan and our teammate. You can't ban him. And everyone likes (Y/n) too much to see them go.” Kōtarō laughs, slapping the playful twin on the shoulder. Meanwhile Sakusa gently brushes his fingers against your thigh from his sitting position, silently asking if you’re comfortable and with a nod from yourself he’s back to warming up again.

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[ Masterlist ]

[pillage-and-lute]

Ah okay I have a holiday prompt. How about Lambert and Aiden getting caught under some mistletoe or maybe Geralt and Jaskier getting trapped in a snow storm somewhere. I love your writing so much❤️

Hi anon! I’ve never written Aiden and Lambert but *cracks knuckles* lets go

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“I can’t believe your father made us go out and get firewood with the weather like this.”

“He’s not my dad, he’s just...Vesemir,” Lambert growled, peering through the thickly falling snow for a decent tree.

“Yeah,” Aiden said. “Well your Vesemir sent us out in a blizzard.”

“It’s not that bad,” Lambert said. It would get worse, they both knew, and the keep would be glad of the sled load of firewood then, but for now the two of them bickered .

“I swear I’ve seen smaller snowflakes made of paper,” Aiden grumbled, but it was good-natured. It was nice, just the two of them in the woods, with the admittedly quite pretty snow falling around them like a blanket.

Some icy slush slid down into Lambert’s boot, soaking his thick socks and it was suddenly much less idyllic.

“Look, is that a snow hare?” Aiden said, pointing.

“No,” Lambert growled, not looking up. Aiden was doing his best to distract him from worrying, Geralt and his tagalong bard hadn’t arrived at the keep yet, and it was preying on his mind.

“This log looks good though,” Aiden said, and they set to it with their axes, loading it onto the sled. It was in fact an entire fallen tree, split by wind or weather, with pinecones still clinging to the branches. 

Whatever, they’d make good kindling.

“We should get another,” Aiden said conversationally as they hauled the heaping sled back along their path. “Like that one but fresh, we could put decorations on it and everything.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lambert said. He could picture just the spot in the great hall though. 

“Holly berries and evergreen boughs too,” Aiden was saying. He glanced at Lambert slyly. “And mistletoe.”

“No.”

“Oh yes, don’t worry sugar pie-” Lambert snarled at the nickname. “I’ll put it up, show off my superior climbing abilities you find so sexy.”

“You just want to show off in general,” Lambert said. The climbing was sexy. And the flexibility...

“And then I get to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“It’s a shame we haven’t seen any around,” Lambert said dryly. It meant he could escape the public display of affection. It wasn’t too bad at the keep, with his brothers, people he trusted, but still.

“Oh,” Aiden said. His cat’s pupils had dilated, which of course any witcher’s did when excited or happy. He looked like a dumbass, though. “Haven’t we?”

He reached onto their sled and pulled out a great lump of the parasitic plant which had been hiding among the branches of the fallen tree.

“You picked that tree because of that, didn’t you,” Lambert said. It wasn’t a question.

“It may have influenced my decision,” Aiden stopped pulling the sled. Lambert, not about to haul it on his own, stopped too. His boyfriend pulled a spric of mistletoe from the bunch and held it up.

“How could I resist,” he said, stalking forward, all cat-like grace and swaying hips. “All that temptation,” He was nearly on top of Lambert now, backing him against a tree. “Right in front of me,” he purred in Lambert’s ear.

He held the mistletoe higher, wrapping an arm around Lambert’s waist. It was very warm, despite the snow. Aiden leaned Lambert back against the tree and

And his lips were so very warm.

Lambert loved kissing. He loved kissing Aiden. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and deepened the kiss, feeling him do the same. The sprig of mistletoe, still in Aiden’s hand, bumped up against the back of his head.

A squirrel, late in preparing for winter, jumped on a branch above them, dousing them both in snow. They pulled apart with twin noises of chilly shock as snow slipped under their collars. 

“We should get back,” Lambert said.

Aiden started pulling the sled again. “Should I toss the mistletoe away?”

“No. Keep it.”

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Down the mountain, although not far from Kaer Morhen, another witcher and his bard, along with their faithful horse, took shelter in a cave.

“It’s such a pretty snow,” Jaskier said. “Like a woodcut, see how it’s all clinging to the trees.”

“A wet snow,” Geralt rumbled. “Easily hypothermic.”

Jaskier turned. “I guess it’s a good thing we’ll be at the keep by tomorrow then,” he said.

“Tomorrow won’t help if we freeze tonight,” Geralt growled. He was just being grumpy for the sake of it, Jaskier knew. They had good cloaks and Geralt had made a crackling fire in their makeshift shelter. 

Jaskier slipped off his wet traveling cloak and gloves and sauntered towards his witcher. “I guess we’ll have to huddle for warmth.”

Geralt’s eyes glowed in the firelight. 

“What a shame.”

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Two flavors for the price of one! All four of the boys are premium dumbass!

[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!

[funkylittlebidiot]

The Sound of Spring

One-shot as requested by @elisaphoenix13 :) Had a lot of fun trying to cram in as many characters as possible but i sure as hell can’t deal with more than four at any given time ✌🏼Also a surprisingly educational fic but don’t take my words for gospel i’m but a meagre dumbass 

“Are you sure?” Cassie asked, being diligent by looking Bucky straight in the eyes and pout just the right amount. It wasn’t often Cassie had to beg for things she wanted, but she wasn’t opposed to it. Especially when the reward would be grand.

“Am I sure I don’t want to spend an entire week preparing a thousand cupcakes?” Bucky replied with a smirk as he turned a page in the paper he was reading, immune to her pitying look. “No can do. I don’t love baking that much. Nice try, kid, but you’re not half as adorable as my younger sister used to be.”

“Ugh, alright,” Cassie huffed, scrunching her nose in annoyance. She leaned back onto the couch cushions, glaring at her folder. “Then I guess we won’t have authentic cupcakes for our dance.”

“I guess you won’t.” Bucky took a bite of his apple, returning his attention to the newspaper he was reading. He still preferred the original print, a fact she knew bothered Tony. Cassie, on the other hand, understood holding on to familiar things. She still had plenty of stuff from when she lived in San Fran or from the cabin with Tony. It wasn’t the same, of course, but she could imagine how the super soldier must feel sometimes. “You do know cupcakes haven’t changed in the last 90 years.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” Cassie countered, grabbing a pencil and writing down some changes in her plans. The bakery in Soho should do, then, and it’s not like the budget was an issue. “How are the tickets coming along?”

She let her gaze shift up from her notes so she could catch William’s eyes, who dutifully glanced over at Thomas’ computer screen. “He’s playing bubble shooter.”

“Thomas!” Cassie groaned, reaching behind her for one of the throws and hurling them at Thomas’ head. She missed, of course, but once again - thought that counts. “They have to be finished by tomorrow night, so we can get them printed on time!”

Thomas rolled his head back so Cassie could see his eyes. He was lying upside down on the Langs’ couch - at least his shoes weren’t on the pillows - and Cassie’s laptop was balanced precariously on his lap. “Don’t worry; I’ll get it do-“

Thomas stopped mid-sentence, face frozen, brows furrowing. Cassie was about to ask what was wrong, but it was quickly disturbed by Thomas sneezing loudly, causing the laptop to lose its balance and flop down onto the couch seat before tumbling onto the carpet. The sneeze was followed twice more for good measure before he groaned in annoyance. The speedster cursed at the ceiling in such a way that had Cassie instinctively look around to make sure Dia nor the younger ones were within hearing distance.  

Cassie frowned at the strong reaction and stood up to make sure her laptop was okay - which it luckily was - but her attention was caught as she noticed William’s grin.

The other twin’s smile was impish like she’d never seen before, as he turned a ‘loving’ grin towards his brother, placing his hand on his chest as if it was a touching moment. “Ah, the sound of spring.”

“Fuck you.” Thomas countered, sounding a bit more nasally than usual, but William had already blinked away. He reappeared next to the window a few seconds later, closed it, and had apparently stopped upstairs to grab Thomas a pill bottle, which he handed over to him.

Thomas opened it and swallowed two pills as William went to sit down again.

“Steve used to have allergies,” Bucky mused from his seat in the lounge chair. Cassie had almost forgotten he was there. It wasn’t usual that an Avenger was on the Lang floor - they usually all hung out upstairs or on their respective floors - but it reminded her of why they were there in the first place. Their prom, which was quickly approaching, and the preparations that still needed to be done.

Though Bucky refused to make the cupcakes, he’d been very accommodating with everything else; their 30s theme had been a strategic choice after all.

They continued working for another hour - Bucky giving helpful tips along the way - before he had to leave for an Avengers meeting.

Cassie and the twins had just finished washing the dishes from dinner when the elevator slid open again, and her dads stepped out. It immediately disrupted the calm of the entire floor, but Cassie didn’t mind. Scott and Quill were talking loudly, Scott laughing in such a way that still amazed her, filled her with so much joy just to see him so happy.

“Hey,” Cassie called out, alerting the two men of the three teens in the kitchen. “Your plates are in the fridge.”

“That’s okay, baby girl,” Quill replied, falling onto the couch and pulling Scott down next to him. “Stephen fed us.”

“Alright.” She turned back to the twins, grabbed her laptop, and went over their to-do list, ignoring her dads’ conversation in the background. They’d gotten quite a few things done already. After Bucky’s refusal, she’d already called the bakery to get their order in, had coordinated with a supermarket to get the other snacks and drinks delivered to the school at a lower price with minor sponsoring, and had most of the decorations planned out. Bucky and Steve would have to look over some of them still, but she’d already had alternatives for if there were any complaints.

Thomas had been surprisingly un-twitchy for the last few hours, and though his eye-lids seemed heavier than usual, at least he’d gotten the design for their tickets finished. She’d never really doubted him, of course, as otherwise she’d have given the task to someone else or done it personally. He’d done the design for their flyers a few months ago, however, and though it had come with a lot of stress on Cassie’s part - as Thomas only meets his deadlines last minute - she had to admit they looked better than anything she could have made. Her skills mainly stuck to glue-on glitter and stickers, actually drawing, even origami - anything that involved real paper, not online design.  

“I think that’s it,” she mumbled to the twins as she went over the list once more. “Want to watch a movie?”

When she got two affirmatives, she picked up her laptop and was about to suggest going to the twins’ floor when Quill sneezed. The sound of it rang throughout the living room, bouncing off the walls and scaring Cassie so much she jumped and threw her laptop onto the floor. Among the pounding of her heart, she heard metal crunch, but her attention was still pulled towards Quill. The celestial sniffed and yelled out an apology, ignoring Scott’s worried look as he wiped at his eyes.

“God, is there something in the air?” Quill huffed.

“Not anymore. We closed the window earlier.”

“Maybe Peter’s flower,” Thomas suggested, pointing towards the vase of purple and red flowers on the living room side table. Peter had dropped them off earlier - ever the attentive boyfriend. “Trust me: Asters and Chrysanthemums are bastards. If it weren’t for the pills I took earlier, I’d be a mess too.”

Cassie leaned down to pick her laptop off the floor. The screen was broken, but everything else seemed intact - except for a mysterious rattling coming from inside.

“Shit,” Cassie cursed, mind spinning over the hundred-and-one things she still had to get done - Never mind, the tickets she’d need soon. “I hope Tony has time on his hands... or Peter as it’s technically his fault.”

“I’ll bring it to the lab right now!” William perked up, volunteering a little too eagerly. Cassie sent him a knowing look and caught Thomas’s fond eye roll.

“Thanks, William,” she said as she handed the laptop over, smirk on her lips. “Say hi to Harley if you see him.”

William’s red face was gone barely a second later, and Cassie got to bringing Quill a glass of water. She handed it over to him, and remained standing, leaning onto the back of the couch as she looked down at her parents.  

“Maybe you should get some medicine? See a doctor?” Scott suggested, tracing the skin under Quill’s eyes with a finger as his eyebrows creased in worry.

“Why? It was just a sneeze!” He argued, batting Scott’s worried hand away, though his voice was getting hoarser by the second, and Cassie could see his eyes turning red already. He tried pulling Scott closer against him, but he sneezed again - so loud that both Scott and Cassie jumped, the man ending up even farther away from Quill.

“Looks like hay fever to me,” Thomas yelled from the kitchen.

“Kiddo, I don’t have hay fever. I don’t get any kind of fever - and there’s not even hay around!”

“That’s not -,” Scott tried to argue before deciding against another approach. “I’m not sleeping next to you if you’re going to sneeze in my ear.”

“You wouldn’t last a day.”

“I will if I go to sleep upstairs. It will be at least a week before Tony and Stephen kick me out.”

Quill seemed to think this over, rubbed at his eyes, and sneezed again before deciding that maybe talking to Bruce wasn’t the worst idea after all. “Even if I do have hay fever or whatever, it’s not like Thomas’ medicine will work for me.”

Thomas tried speeding towards them, but instead of ending up on the opposite couch, he crashed against the table next to it. “Fuck. Sorry, I’m not supposed to run on my medicine.”

Quill looked at him, incredulously and pointed in his direction. “See! I ain’t taking that shit!”

“Relax,” Thomas countered, falling onto the cushions. “it just makes me a little drowsy. And I have cheap over the counter stuff, so it’s not as great as you’d probably get.”

“Why don’t you ask Stephen and Tony for better medicine?” Cassie frowned, making a mental note to ‘casually’ mention it to Stephen later.

“It’s no big deal.” Thomas waved their concerns off, causing Cassie to roll her eyes; Every time they thought the twins were making progress, there were times like this where they could still be so stubborn.

“Whatever,” Cassie let it go, for now, turning her attention back to Quill. “You know Bruce will probably be able to make something for you.”

“Or how about your boyfriend stops buying you shitty flowers. I didn’t have issues until those showed up.”

“Could be,” Scott shrugged, “but you never know. Sometimes allergies get triggered later in life.”

“You calling me old?”

Scott didn’t even respond, just rolled his eyes and poked Quill in the side.

“Fine,” he grumbled. Cassie shared a victorious smirk with her dad and stood up straighter, ready to follow them downstairs. Scott stood up too, reaching out a hand to pull Quill up from the couch. Despite his agreement, the Celestial remained seated, allowing Scott to uselessly pull at his arm.

“Quill, goddammit.”

“What? I’m not doing anything - just pull harder.” The celestial argued oh so innocently, but his smirk wasn’t hidden one bit. Cassie sent him a look, and he finally relented and got out of his seat.

Cassie followed her dads to the elevator, turning to check if Thomas was following them, only to find the other teen passed out on the couch. Clearly, the medicine was indeed making him sleepy. She would definitely have to talk to Stephen later and hoped Bruce would be able to make a celestial version that wouldn’t have any severe side-effects. She quickly ran over to toss one of the decorative blankets over him before joining her dads in the lift. They were arguing about something - Cassie tuned in just long enough to recognize it as something stupid before promptly ignoring them.

They went down to the Stark Industries Head Bio lab, as FRIDAY had told them of Bruce’s location, and when they arrived, it was still full of scientists, despite the late hour. Cassie didn’t usually come to the SI floors - none of the kids did except for maybe Harley or Peter - and it was weird to leave the familiar elevator and step into an entirely different world.

The penthouse was often crowded, yes, but not like this. The offices and desks were spread out luxuriously, the lab being plenty big enough, but the number of strangers mulling around was kind of unsettling. Still, Cassie knew only the most trusted would be allowed in Bruce’s lab as it was one of the higher floors, close to the Avengers and with some of the most enhanced technology they had available - which said a lot.

She did recognize a few of them from around the tower, and most employees were always kind to her whenever they had a chance to meet.

She was just used to exiting the elevator onto spaces she could only honestly describe as ‘home’; this definitely didn’t qualify. It felt more like being nine years old and going on a school field trip to the local hospital to learn about vaccines - leaving the comfort of your school desks to experience the chaos of the real world.

It wasn’t hard to spot Bruce and focus on him instead; he’d clearly been expecting them, as he noticed them quickly and came up to greet them. “Hey, what’s going on? FRIDAY told me you were coming down to meet me.”

“Quill’s showing signs of hay fever,” Cassie told him.

Quill looked gruff and stubborn, but a little better since they’d left the Lang floor - perhaps it indeed was only bound to the flowers. Then again, they might as well test him. They were going back to the cabin in a few weeks - as spring was always a time for barbecues and picnics - so it might be better to be prepared if he was going to react to the trees or flowers there.

“Hay fever?” Bruce frowned, glancing towards Quill. “What makes you think that? He’s not supposed to get sick…”

“He was sneezing, and his voice got a little hoarser than usual,” Scott supplied helpfully, seeming a little troubled by the reminder that this indeed wasn’t supposed to happen. Cassie was starting to worry herself; what if it wasn’t just allergies but instead a sign of something more serious being wrong with his immortality. “His eyes were getting red, and he kept rubbing them.”

“Thomas was around, and he recognized it as well.” Cassie supplied helpfully.

“Thomas has hay fever?” Bruce frowned, getting distracted for a second. “There’s nothing in his chart.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Cassie sighed, “I’ll mention it to Stephen later.”

Bruce nodded, attention efficiently shifting back to the patient at hand. “Well, we can test you. I’ll start by taking your blood and then doing a general check-up while waiting on the results. It shouldn’t take long.”

Bruce led them into a side room, and Cassie took a seat while Bruce rummaged through one of the cupboards for supplies. Quill seemed a little too nonchalant as he placed himself on an examination chair and made himself comfortable. On the other hand, her dad was starting to twitch nervously, and Cassie noticed him reach up to scratch at his neck before Scott seemed to catch himself and stop the movement. She motioned for him to take a seat next to him, and he smiled, trying to be comforting as he sat down and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“Cassie,” Bruce called her name as he placed the basin with the needle and tubes on a side table and grabbed the elastic to clamp off Quill’s bicep, “You want to collect the blood?”

“Really?” Cassie queried, sitting up straighter in intrigue. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course,” he shrugged, glancing to Quill to check if it was okay for him.

“Sure, baby girl, if you manage to kill me, I’ll be more surprised - and proud - than angry. Let’s see it.” Quill joked, shaking his arm at her as an offering.

She got up and stepped up to the chair, nervous but also already itching to grab the supplies and get to work. Collecting someone’s blood had never been on her bucket list, but being given the opportunity, she couldn’t help but feel excited. “What do I do?”

“Right,” Bruce grabbed Quill’s arm and traced the elbow, trying to search for a clear vein. “You feel this bulge here?”

Cassie traced her fingers over the spot Bruce had just left, and indeed found she felt an area that was slightly rounded and bouncy. “Yes.”

“Good. Now put on these gloves and disinfect the area.”

She did as told, following his instructions carefully as she grabbed the needle and carefully kept the vein in place. Bruce told her to be careful about not touching the needle or contaminate the results. She carefully pushed the needle forward and - jumped when Quill yelled out in pain, immediately pulling her hands back and staring at him in shock.

“Just kidding.” Quill grinned mischievously, utterly immune to Cassie’s furious glare.

“Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Go ahead; I’ll behave.”

Cassie inched forward again, glancing wearily at her Papa, but also less worried now she definitely didn’t care about hurting him anymore: he’d deserve it. In the end, it only took her two tries before blood flowed into the tube smoothly. Quill, of course, didn’t flinch a bit.

“Great job, Sunshine,” Quill said, sitting up straighter and rubbing his arm.

“Indeed,” Bruce smiled kindly, collecting the tubes and filling in a form. He put them in a plastic bag along with the sheet and handed it to Cassie. “Now go give this to Joan down the hall; she’ll get us the results quickly.”

“Sure.” She took it, knowing it was just a way to get her out of the room so they could check his healing. She appreciated the thought, as, even though he could be a shit, she didn’t like the idea of watching anyone hurt her Papa - no matter if he healed quickly or not. It did make her itch impatiently, eager to know whether his healing was okay or not as soon as possible.

She found Joan quickly enough in a lab down the hall, marked with her name, and the woman took the tubes with a smile and assured she’d get it done right away. Cassie took her time getting back to the examination room, letting herself get distracted by the different labs and machines and listening eagerly whenever any of Bruce’s colleagues felt like gushing about their work.

When she got back to her parents fifteen minutes later, they both seemed more at ease. A glance at Scott showed her dad wasn’t nearly as nervous anymore, and Quill had even moved to the chair Cassie had sat in earlier, arm draped around his husband.

“So?” She still asked, moving to stand next to her parents as her gaze shifted between them and Bruce.

“Nothing seems wrong with him, and his healing still works perfectly,” Bruce reassured her distractedly, his attention was torn between answering her and checking his tablet.

“Told you,” Quill caught her gaze and stuck out his tongue at her. Cassie flipped him off, which Quill responded to with an exaggerated gasp, making it difficult for Cassie to hold back her smile. Despite knowing logically that Quill was probably fine, it still felt like a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. And - as Quill had taken her seat - she sat down heavily on Quill’s lap, making him huff as she ‘accidentally’ jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow.  

“You might still have hay fever,” Scott argued with him as if Quill had been told that multiple times already.

“Yeah yeah,” Quill waved him off, draping an arm around Cassie’s waist, so she was sat more comfortably.

“How so?” She asked Bruce, more out of intrigue than worry.

“You know how the immune system works?”

“Yeah,” she replied carefully. They’d learned the basics in her bio class. “Immune cells target and kill foreign substances.”

“Exactly. Pollen is already recognized as harmful to some people who have lived on Earth their entire lives - so I can imagine that to a human who hasn’t been in contact with any pollen in the last 30 years, it wouldn’t be so weird to react badly to it.”

“But how come it only started now? He’s been back for years.”

Bruce shrugged, putting away the tablet. “It’s just a theory, of course. The fact that he was off-Earth might be completely unrelated. Some people just develop allergies later in life.”

“I still don’t get why Quill would even get allergies,” Scott questioned, that earlier worry returned. Quill, who still had his arm around Scott’s shoulder, tugged at Scott’s hair, causing the other man to yelp and turn to glare at his husband.

The anxious frown was gone, though, and Cassie felt another wave of fondness for her Papa, leaning further against him.

“Quill’s immune system is enhanced, but, though he won’t die, he’ll only heal once the contaminant is taken away. Hay fever isn’t deadly either way, so your body can continue ‘healing’ the infected tissues constantly, but as long as the pollen is in the air, they’ll just start the infection all over again.” Bruce explained patiently, making sure to catch everyone’s eyes at least once to make sure they understood what he was saying. “Besides, the symptoms you experience are side effects of your immune system getting rid of the pollen, not directly caused by the pollen themselves. Say you get the flu; your body might go through the same symptoms anyone else goes through - coughing, runny nose, fever, headache, etc - but because your system gets rid of the contaminant so quickly, you don’t even notice the minute you might have been ‘sick’ for.”

“That makes sense,” Scott nodded before getting to actually fixing the issue. “So can you get him some medicine or something? We can just throw out the flowers, but he can’t always avoid them.”

“Sure,” Bruce replied carefully, “I can definitely try.”

Cassie already saw him getting lost in thought, working out possible theories and treatment plans. They got up and left him to it, and though it wasn’t even that late, Cassie was starting to feel exhausted. When the elevator stopped at their floor, Quill immediately sneezed again. Cassie only stepped off the elevator to grab the flowers - she noticed Thomas had already left - before getting back in and pressing the up button.

She yelled out to her parents that she’d be on the family floor if they’d need her right as the doors closed on her.

Once upstairs, she waved at Stephen and the girls in the living room before heading for Peter’s bedroom.

“Hey!” She smiled as Peter looked up from his desk and turned to face her, dropping his work as Cassie placed the vase onto his side table. “I’m going to have to leave these here until Bruce makes medicine for Papa. Turns out he’s allergic.”

“Seriously?” Peter asked, smiling widely.

“No need to look so excited.”

“I’m not, I promise!” Peter reassured her, holding his hands up in surrender. “I surely will not pass this information on to Harley either.”

Cassie glared at him but quickly gave up and went to sit on his bed, patting the space next to her in invitation. “Come, I want to watch a movie.”

Peter did as told, moving in next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Cassie asked KAREN to play a rom-com she hadn’t seen before and leaned into Peter’s touch. It was nice to finally relax fully. Clearly, the last hour - and before that, too, to be honest - had been more stressful than she’d thought. She prided herself on her efficiency and ability to plan things to a T, but being the head of the prom committee was a bigger job than she’d expected.

Shit. The prom.

She tensed in Peter’s arms at the thought, anxiety running through her as she pushed herself away from him so she could sit up straight and think more clearly.

Peter glanced up at her with a worried frown. “What is it?”

“What’s going on with my laptop? I need to finish -”

Peter quickly relaxed when he noticed it was nothing serious, reaching out to place a calming hand on her thigh. “Don’t worry! Dad’s working on it; it won’t take long at all.”

Cassie frowned, still uncertain - she might yet have time to make a new design if she could borrow someone’s computer…

Peter rolled his eyes fondly at her hesitation before speaking up; “KAREN, what’s dad’s progress on the laptop?”

“He finished an hour ago and is now playing peekaboo with Lucy.”

“See,” Peter smiled triumphantly, leaning forward to pull Cassie back against him. Cassie sighed in relief and allowed herself to relax in Peter’s arms once more, turning her attention back to the movie.

——

A week later, Bruce finally had a treatment plan ready for Quill to try out, which couldn’t have come any sooner. As it turned out, it wasn’t just the flowers, and though Quill was spared mostly by the fact that they lived in the city, he and Scott hadn’t been able to go on their usual walks in the Park anymore. Apparently, having an enhanced immune system isn’t great when it’s working against you.

Bruce had been busy that week with some other research he was working on simultaneously, so he had asked them to come down to the lab whenever they had the time. Cassie decided to accompany Quill, as Scott had a meeting, and she was actually quite curious to see the lab again.

The sight of the lab floor was still foreign to Cassie, but it was already starting to look a little more familiar. Once again, Bruce rushed up to meet them, holding two nasal spray bottles and a strip of pills.

“This is what my seven Ph.D.’s have led to; designing nose spray to cure an immortal being’s sniffles,” Bruce sighed as he handed the stuff over, but his smile betrayed his amusement. “Nasal spray twice in each nostril. The pills might not work, but I thought we could give it a try. Best to take them at night before you go to sleep.”

Quill rolled his eyes but mumbled thanks as he opened the cap of the nasal spray and tried it out.

“Let me know how quickly you notice improvement - if you notice any at all. I have a few other ideas for alternate approaches or possible tweaks.” Bruce spoke eagerly, clearly curious to the result of his work, but was quickly called away by another one of the scientists allowed in the head lab. Cassie wasn’t an expert in biology or any of Bruce’s interests, but he knew that despite Bruce’s earlier jab, he had quite a few projects running at any given time.

“Oh, Cass,” Bruce stopped mid-step as he turned back to face her. “How were the results on your Bio test?”

“Full marks, of course. Thanks, Bruce.”

Bruce waved her thanks off as nothing as he hurried away to help his coworkers.

[brynfelan]

...well i mean you asked for writing prompts and who am i to refuse???

Alright THROWBACK TIME

So remember the second ever ask I sent you a whiiiiiiiiile back??? Where Junko despaired Hajime bc he had so many relationships within class 77??? And Komaeda said "Ah, even a reserve course student doesn't want me, I am a BUG!"

That still cracks me up everytime i think of it rip Nagito

Yeah imagine that scenario (Izuru is Hajime's talented twin and KuzuKomaHina are gay af for each other again) but THIS TIME Hajime's able to get his shit together and not be despaired. He's not Junko's slave, yaaaaaaaay

Except not yay because now he's trying to fight Junko's despair tactics all on his own. Keep her away from the Reserve Course AND class 77. By himself. Doesn't tell his friends, brother, and boyfriends anything. Hajime just tries to not think about everything Junko did to him WHILE keeping his loved ones from her despair games.

Because he's Hinata "I'm a dumbass" Hajime. It's in his blood. He's a dumbass.

Someone save him from his dumbassery that i put him through he deserves better 🤣

hajime “what the fuck’s an octagon” hinata trying to beat junko the fuck up while also like... stopping the people he loves from ending up high on despair crack? incredible

he’s gotta be in like a thousand places at once and definitely at some point is spotted sprinting between the buildings with a baseball bat just in case something goes awry since she’s an ultimate

obviously doing this alone is absolutely unsustainable, so he has to recruit somebody - but he doesn’t wanna worry anybody he loves. his solution? juzo sakakura, ultimate boxer, and also the guy that is security for the main course building. this happens because he’s running towards the main course building with a baseball bat (which juzo is not having) and then has to actually fucking explain himself. so, these two boys who have absolutely had enough are running a constant sting operation together. with walkie talkies. hajime doesn’t ask where juzo gets em

it becomes this whole thing where they’re constantly updating each other and coming up with plans, hajime occasionally tells izuru he “had a weird dream” about something related - like, he had a weird dream that there was this girl that was trying to brainwash everybody and he doesn’t know what to do about it and gets weird hypothetical advice that way?

point is, juzo and hajime end up being an absolute well-oiled machine, and do eventually find junko’s hiding spot under the statue. they can’t just kill her obviously because that would be incredibly difficult to explain even with hajime’s  connections to the yakuza through his boyfriend and bad bitch best friend, but they do apprehend her pretty fuckin swiftly. if only because junko gets real bummed out about losing before she’s really begun around the time they’ve got her pinned down and being handcuffed lol just like

“i lost? wow, and i never even got to the best part. that sucks”

the aftermath though is rough because suddenly hajime has to explain why he’s appearing in court to fight a kidnapping and torture case out of nowhere to his absolutely enraged boyfriends and brother, trying to calm them all down isn’t fun in the slightest. oddly enough, after telling fuyuhiko and eventually natsumi, mukuro disappears off the face of the earth. nobody knows what happened to her. funny that innit

anyway i have now thought way too hard and i am going to bed, for anybody else that would like to send a HC/scenario i’ll likely get to it after i’ve slept for at least 4 hours lol

[gingerwritess]

a collection of a fifty+ part storyline aiming to give Loki the happy ending that he deserved.

— PAIRING: Loki x fem!reader

— WARNINGS: drabbles have their various warnings. everything from suggestive quips to heart wrenching angst, with a majority of ridiculously fluffy goodness.

— NOTES: i write everything out of order! what started as drabbles started connecting and became this. i do not own any rights to Loki or the MCU, nor receive any profit from these works. this is just writing for my own educational, nonprofit purposes!

this story is incomplete. i have a million drafts and requests in the works that will be filling in many of the gaps in this storyline as well as continuing it. thank you so very much for your support, comments and feedback truly, truly keep me going! happy reading!

it’s complicated

~~ shawarma

~~ nipnops

~~ is that—is that stubble??

~~ enemies to fake lovers

~~ don’t you dare

~~ coworkers

~~ loki just wants his snickers

~~ put on a smile, pork chop

~~ there was only one chair

~~ spilt coffee

~~ lunch break

~~ don’t touch me

~~ mind games

~~ softer sides

~~ people like you?

~~ that’s my boyfriend

~~ ...progress?

~~ let me bleed

~~ haircuts and interrogations

** more coming soon between these**

~~ what is this?

~~ a drunken confession (possible placeholder)

** more coming soon between these**

~~ i want you (au)

in a relationship

~~ first-ish date

~~ favourite hoodie

~~ celebrity crush

~~ loki’s library

~~ thor.

~~ sunflowers

~~ loki’s sense of humor

~~ thankful for you

~~ november first

~~ attempt number one

~~ evil nose

~~ i’m going to marry you

~~ the proposal—wait no, jk

~~ dance lessons

~~ ormstunga

~~ a proposal

married

~~ not-so-royal wedding

~~ the morning after

~~ i licked it, so it’s mine

~~ second time’s the charm

~~ true form

~~ nicknames and braids

~~ quarantine

~~ definition of perfection

~~ getting ready

~~ valentine’s day

~~ an office visit

~~ disgusting domesticity

~~ love is pain (au)

~~ nipples.

~~ home late

~~ gingerbread messes

~~ i miss you, you know.

~~ easy like a sunday morning

~~ jealous kisses

~~ i’m in pain. period.

~~ safety dance

~~ do you want to have a baby?

we’re expecting

~~ i’m pregnant...

~~ appreciation

~~ you’re not driving.

~~ elliot?

~~ loki’s sleepy :’)

~~ nursery painting, ‘nuff said

proud father of a dumbass kid

~~ unexpected

~~ elliot.

~~ dusted (au)

~~ baby fever

~~ first time in asgard

~~ baby’s first christmas

~~ ah-loo!

~~ kings don’t change diapers

~~ dentist trip

~~ tessi the tesseract

~~ syrupy slip-up

~~ foot massage

~~ true loves kiss...blegh.

~~ hide n seek

~~ the mini-asgardians

~~ you’re not dying.

~~ you lost your kid?

~~ i saw mommy kissing santa claus

~~ tired + horny parents

~~ disneyland

~~ little monster

~~ lonely

we’re expecting more

~~ don’t tell dad.

~~ the Question

~~ like real people do

~~ microwave baby

~~ simple-thee pains

~~ peppermint and tears

proud father of two dumbass kids

~~ frigg.

~~ mortality

~~ frigg’s favourite

~~ bappy hirthday, momma

~~ frigg made me do it

~~ bad timing

~~ pantless prince

~~ blue

~~ a good friend

~~ morgan potts-stark

~~ so there’s this girl.

~~ a study in hands

~~ frostbite prevention

greater expectations

~~ ew, Elliot, that’s gross

~~ ew, Elliot, that’s still gross

~~ the twins!! (au)

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fuel the writer? :’)

you’re all incredible and every ounce of support you give is just more fuel to this writing fire, which means more content for you!!

[procrastinating-adulting]

Thoughts I had reading Jujutsu Kaisen for the 1st time

So, I started watching Jujutsu Kaisen yesterday. Bc I was bored. So I thought "why not watch that anime @tozhan talks about on their blog?" So, I watched it.

Two episodes. The thing has only two episodes so far.

And here I am, having already looked through Megumi's tag on tumblr. I already searched for JJK on reddit, and did my best to avoid more revealing spoilers.

Seems like a new obsession is building up. Obsession bc I either go all in or don't care at all.

While I wait for the third episode to be available for me on crunchyroll, I started on the manga.

And I have some thoughts. Said thoughts aren't anything deep. I leave that to smarter, more observant blogs.

I’m gonna do this chapters 1 through 5. I lied, I’m only going to do the first chapter. This got too long. I had more thoughts than I realized.

Chapter 1: Ryomen Sukuna

So it starts. A little different from the anime, but the difference is more the order of the scenes than anything else. Okay. In the anime we open with Itadori waking up to Gojo’s beautiful face. In the manga, Megumi is in the begining of what is about to be a no good, very bad 24 hours. Did he even sleep, I wonder.

Anyway, Megumi is talking to Gojo, who is not being very helpful.

His hair is so long in the anime I had to wonder how long did it take him to get it to stay in place.

Next up, we meet the occult club: Yuji, Sasaki and Iguchi. And they are playing ouija. Why would you do this children?

Then, in comes the council president who is, apparently, weaker than a carp. That’s a lil’ mean kids. Also, come colect your twin, Iida. He needs help. Then comes asshole teacher. And no, Mr. Council President, changing the application is not fair.

And we see the first monster and Megumi has questions. Ask Sasaki, she would know.

No, seriously, did he sleep? This barely even started and I already worry about him. It took me a second to realize this kid is the same one that was lowkey freaking out about the missing cursed object earlier. The power of rolled up sleeves.

Question number 1: why did they specify which school Itadori is from? Is he not from this school? I’m confused.

Itadori: 1. Asswhole teacher: 0. Good for him.

“We’re scared because we like it.” Okay. That makes no sense, but okay. You guys are cute. 

Question number 2: who is Zenin-senpai?

And Megumi finds the cursed object...kinda.

Also

Iida, you gotta keep track of your relatives.

Oh, grumpy grandpa. Can’t blame him, being in a hospital must suck. And whatever it is he wants to tell Yuji about his parents, the kid doesn’t want to hear it. But I do. Tell me.

“You’re a strong kid, so help people. It doesn’t have to be everyone. Just whenever you can. You may feel lost. Don’t expect gratitude. Just help them. When it’s your time to go, make sure you’re surrounded by others. Don’t end up like me.”

It is a good advice all around, but ended up real sad there. He only has his grandson visiting him, it seems. He sounds lonely (obviously, or he wouldn’t tell Yuji to make sure he has company when he dies. Duh). I wonder what kind of regrets he has. And then he died. In the anime, the scene was still and silent for so long I thought my phone had freezed up.

Poor Yuji. 

Question number 3: Yuji seemed to have only had his grandpa and now he is dead. And he is still a minor? What will happen to him now?

Question number 4: Yuji says that this is his first time experiencing death. So his parents aren’t dead? So, they left? Is that why he didn’t want to hear whatever his grandpa had to say about them? 

Megumi found Yuji. How? Did you follow him there? Wasn’t Yuji like, super fast?

So, it turns out Megumi is also a student. I thought he was an adult, doing grown up job, dealing with unhelpful coworkers. In the anime, I found out he was a student when Gojo showed up and Megumi called him “sensei”.

So, they meet and explanations happen. Thank you Megumi, you’re very helpful.

You know who is not helpful? Whoever it was that decided to place a very dangerous cursed object in a school. Schools tend to have very curious people that go around poking at things they shouldn’t. Like a Special Grade Category Extremely Dangerous Cursed Object™. Definitely the last thing you should put in a school. Dumbass.

Anyway, the thing is empty. Megumi’s day is just great. So is Yuji’s.

Are they always gonna be like this? I feel like they are always gonna be like this. Dumb children :)

Anyway, the occult club wants to peel off the seal. Why, children? OMG!!

“I can’t get it off!”, she says. Good. Probably for a good reason. Stop trying!!

And the seal is off. Gross. Don’t keep holding it. 

Whoever was the owner of this finger desperately needed to fix their nails. Too pointy. Also, are those little faces over there? It looks like faces to me.

It’s just occult club’s luck that the seal is so old. Fucking great for them.

Megumi, baby, you might as well have told him to come with you. But point for trying. See, this is why it took me so long to figure out he was a student instead of an adult on the job. 

Disgusting thing. Disgusting, ugly thing. Buy a clock.

Poor Sasaki. She just wanted to have some fun of the haunted kind. And Iguchi, boy, wtf.

Ah, yes. PUPPIES!!! I tried to do the do shadow thing, but I can’t with my left hand. The ring finger just don’t want to join up with the smallest one in that hand.

Look at them!!

I named the white one Ghost, - yes THAT Ghost, he deserved better - , bc in the anime it is white fluffed and red eyed. And the other one I’ll call Shadow. Bc I have no creativity. They are literally Megumi’s hand (Ghost) and the shadow created by it ( Shadow). Huh. Nice.

I don’t know if they have names, so I’m gonna call them that for now.

“Go and feast!”. Look at the bags under his eyes. He hasn’t slept. You really should have slept, boy. Is this going to keep happening? Possibly.

Meanwhile, Yuji is outside, debating fear and death. The difference being your grandpa had already lived his whole life. It’s painful, but it was time for him to go. Your friends are only just now starting their lives, so for them to die now would be incredibly unfair and all kinds of wrong.

Just how many monsters, sorry, curses are there? I thought it was just the one? Jesus Christ! All because of one rotting, smelly finger.

And that disgusting scene. It is no less disgusting in the manga then it was on the anime, though there was more groping in the anime. Gross, gross, grooooooss. Leave her alone, damn it.

And Yuji for the rescue!

Question number  5: how did you get that high up, boy? They are in, what, third, fourth floor? Did you parkour your way up?

How did he manage to grab both of his friends, who is this kid?!

Disgusting monster. Yes, Fushiguro, rip it to shreds. I need to write his last name if I want to learn how it’s spelled. I kept calling him Fushigari. It’s why it has been Megumi so far.

“Did you know people actually die?” At first, this is funny because, of course people actually die, duh. But then, even though you know everyone dies eventually, it feels much more real when it’s someone you’re close to.

Megumi has no time for more explanations, give him the thing.

Aaand there’s more monsters. And I thought “That’s it? Megumi is gonna die already? But I like him!! You can’t!”. Thankfully, he didn’t die. He just got a beating, but he is fine!

I wonder who is going to explain all the destruction in the school. And how they are going to explain it.

Yuji for the rescue again. You go, boy.

Right?! I mean, he is just a random high school kid, right? How can he just puch a monster just like that?

Question number 6: does this have something to do with his parents? It does, doesn’t it?

Damn it Yuji, why didn’t you listen to your grandpa. I wanna know.

“I’d be having nightmares if I left now!” Yeah, the less PTSD, the better. Good kid.

And here comes the finger eating scene. No less gross. But here it seems more calculated, where in the anime it was more a desperate times, desperate measures kinda thing. He was about to be eaten himself, after all.

Look at him. He doesn’t even hesitate. Like I said to @niks-minion​, Yuji and Midoriya need better eating habits. They can’t just keep eating things they find in the street like that. Especially Yuji. You don’t know where the finger has been, boy. And it’s definetely expired. And he ate nail first. God, this is disgusting. He didn’t even made a face. Or gagged. I did. Disgusting, disgusting, disgustiiing. Ugh.

Anyway, Megumi, poor boy, is freaking out because his brand new friend of just a few hours just got possessed by the thing he just ate. No good, very bad day.

A face only a mother could love. Maybe. This is worse than any of Bakugou’s worst faces.

And the monster got ripped to shreds. Good.

Nice tattoos you got there. But what’s with the obsession with children and women? You leave them alone, creep.

Yuji for the rescue number 3.

Itadori be like “ Surprise, bitch. Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.”

And next he knows, he is gonna be exorcised. He looks so confused. This was a very weird day for him.

[ephemeral-afterlight]

Day 15: Scars

(I know you think you’re alone.)

Whumptober 2019 Day 15: Scars

Word Count: 2458

Relationships: Creativitwins (familial) NOT remrom don't tag as remrom or i'll steal your bones and use them to make Halloween decorations

Warnings: Self-harm (c/tting, it doesn't actually happen but it is referenced outright many times. there is mild/non-graphic description of it as well, and scars are referenced multiple times too), mention of self-hatred, mentions of emotional breakdowns, cursing, mild inappropriate language. Lmk if I forgot any!

A/N: i'm not too upset about this one! it's not my best, but it's certainly not my worst. can y'all tell i love writing creativitwins brother dynamic?

dedicated to @illogical-anxieties. love you, dumbass ♥

There’s something calming about running your fingers across the raised lines, about observing the streaks of light painted thin on your skin. It has an almost soothing effect, at least for Roman, and despite the irony of it, hyperfixating on those scars can help prevent him creating more. And creation, being such a prevalent aspect in his function as a side, is definitely not a force to be reckoned with. So he counteracts it the only way he knows how, runs his fingertips softly along the ridges on his forearms, and just breathes. Usually.

Except right now, as he sits here huddled in the corner of his room, it’s not working. It’s not doing what it should be, isn’t tempering his hyperventilation, isn’t nullifying the pain echoing in his heart. Roman doesn’t know what to do. He’s tried hydrating, splashing cold water on his face, holding an ice cube to his skin, and singing Disney songs to distract himself, but nothing is working. Everything feels tense right now, dangerous after his fourth breakdown this week, and he just… wants this all to end.

Roman doesn’t want to feel like this anymore. He doesn’t want to have the urge to dig into his skin, to take a blade to his shoulder until the apathy comes to drown his self-hatred. He doesn’t want to feed his addiction, to give up this easily, but… he yearns. He yearns so deeply for that cold, unforgiving brush on his fragile canvas, for the numbness that comes with it.

He’s in the bathroom rummaging through his drawers like a madman before he even realizes what he’s doing.

And maybe he should think this through more, try harder to resist, but it’s so tempting. He isn’t just helpless toward his relapse, he wants it, and for the first time in seven months, a silver edge comes within an inch of his marred skin. But of course, of course he forgot to lock the door, and his brother barges in the room without a single knock or warning beforehand. He’s jittery, and looks like he’s about to yell something, but then his whole demeanour shifts when he sees Roman bowed over his vanity sink with a razor in his grip. His sleeve is rolled up, and his scars are on full display, and Remus shoots forward to knock the blade out of Roman’s hand with an almost desperate snarl.

“You idiot, what are you doing?!” Remus hisses as he grabs his counterpart’s arm roughly, drags him out of the bathroom and shoves him onto the bed without a hint of gentle treatment to be found. Roman rubs harshly at his forearms and glares at his lap with dull, dark eyes, and slaps his brother’s hand away when he tries to pry his grip off of his damaged limb. “I’m supposed to be the violent one, what the hell do you think you’re accomplishing with this?”

“I’m trying to be better? This is the only way I can-- I can fucking think. I tried. I fucking tried everything I could, every grounding technique and distraction, and nothing’s working. I can’t… I can’t do this,” Roman spits back, anger dissolving easily into resignation. Remus takes a loud, deep breath, clenches his fists so tightly his knuckles go white, and sits there in an odd, silent suspension for some amount of seconds. Once he’s seemingly calmed down, his brother deflates and it’s like all of the stiffness trickles out of him in one fell swoop. It’s strange to watch, considering how easily both of them lose their tempers.

Remus just stares at him, flat gaze boring into Roman’s own, and it feels like there should be some exchange happening here. It’s almost as if Remus is searching for something, something that even Roman himself can’t see. After another long moment where they just observe each other, his brother clicks his tongue in a sudden movement that almost startles. He looks like he’s sizing Roman up, gathering intel with eyes that are bathed in the tempest, and then he’s speaking again. “You haven’t tried everything, I bet. I’ll show you.”

“Remus, you don’t have to do that. Just… let me be. If I wanted to, I could easily wave them away, so. It doesn’t even matter,” Roman mumbles, fingers flitting up to unconsciously trace the scars on his arm, and his counterpart just scoffs.

“Yeah, no shit, of course you can wave them away. But you haven’t, and you won’t, so just shut up and come on,” Remus replies, scalding and protective at the same time, and Roman doesn’t understand. They’re supposed to hate each other. They’re not supposed to hang out, not like… not like they did when they were younger. Their days of running around the Imagination waving plastic weapons at their combined villainous creations have been over for a long time, so why does he even care?

Roman doesn’t know, but he still stands and follows his brother anyway.

They go to the light sides’ common room first, the living room devoid of any presence other than the twins’ own. The others are up in the real world watching a movie with Thomas, if he remembers correctly, so they probably won’t be back until late. Remus gestures to the couch and waits for Roman to sit hesitantly before flopping down himself.

“Try screaming,” Remus tells him plainly, and Roman just gives him an incredulous look. What? What does that mean? Scream? Why? Apparently his brother can easily read the confusion on his face, because he just rolls his eyes and snatches up a throw pillow to place in Roman’s still hands. “Scream. Into the pillow. It helps, so just do it. Here, I’ll do it too, see?”

And Remus just stares at his own pillow resolutely, takes a huge breath, and then smashes his face into the fabric. The pillow doesn’t muffle the sound by very much, but it’s still at a similar volume to his speaking voice, and Roman wrinkles his nose in disgust. Is he joking? And-- no, of course he’s fucking not, he’s Remus. Well… he might as well do it. Roman figures if he’s gonna looks stupid anyway, it should probably be along with someone else, and his brother always looks stupid, so maybe his presence’ll mitigate it a bit.

So he screams. He lets loose a long yell into the stuffed cushion, shouts even louder when Remus laughs beside him and starts yelling into his own pillow again, and this whole situation is awful. They must look so dumb, two twins screaming intermittently into pillows as almost a response to one another, and Roman has to admit, it’s more funny than it is mortifying. Shocking, sure, but Remus somehow manages to make even the silliest things sound serious, so Roman doesn’t even know why he’s surprised in the slightest.

“So? Feel any better?” Remus asks cheerfully when they finally stop to breathe, both sitting back against the couch panting as they clutch their respective pillows to their chests. Roman groans and throws his head back, inhales slowly while he gives the ceiling a scathing glance, and Remus tilts his head in confusion not unlike how a dog would.

“I mean-- I don’t know, I guess? A little bit, but…” Roman trails off and Remus jumps to his feet. His pillow is thrown at the wall as harshly as possible, discarded viciously to smack against and shatter a picture frame. Roman starts with the noise, and then gives his counterpart a disapproving glare. Remus stares him down for a second, then hunches over and groans when he realizes Roman isn’t going to back down on this one, and he moves over to fix the damage with a wave of his hand as he rolls his eyes.

“Right, well. Still not good, huh? Let’s try something else. Follow!” Remus shouts far too loudly, a fairly unreachable sentiment when is comes from Roman himself, and the two of them leave the room.

They go outside next, trek around the house in the beating sun, and Roman sweats from both the heat and the mischievous look in his brother’s eye. The two stop in the backyard beside the porch, and Remus sizes up a blank stretch of brick wall as Roman just shakes the collar of his jacket in an attempt to air it out a little. Remus nods to himself after a couple moments of deliberation, and then summons what seem to be brightly coloured water balloons sloshing around in a blue plastic bucket.

“Water balloons? I don’t want to get wet right now, Remus,” Roman sighs, ignores the suggestive eyebrow wiggle he gets in return, and he crosses his arms when his counterpart grabs a balloon from off the top of the pile.

“Haha, no, dumbass! You’re so silly, of course they’re not water balloons-- they’re paint balloons!” And Roman has to leap forward and snatch the balloon away as Remus is winding up to launch it, berating his pouting brother as he replaces the paint balloons with actual water balloons. Roman doesn’t bother with words, just gives Remus a withering look when he huffs and waves his hand over the balloons again. “Fine. Compromise.”

“There better not be paint in those again, Remus, or I might literally strangle you. Ah-- before you say it, no, not in ‘the fun way’.”

And there isn’t. They’re water balloons, still, but they’re also filled with so many different colours of glitter, and Roman has to admit that the way the sun shines and refracts off of the little flecks coating the side of the building is pretty awesome. But… as pretty as it is, Roman can still feel that itch, that wanting, so they clean up (read: Roman cleans up while Remus tries to swallow a balloon whole. Wait, can Deceit do that?) and head back inside, having managed to stay decently dry.

So they try again. Remus takes him to his own room, drags out a huge canvas and easel from god knows where and swats the dust and cobwebs away from the slightly yellowed surface. It isn’t hard to guess what they’re doing, and Roman wonders if Remus only puts out shades of red acrylic for a reason. He has to admit, though, smearing the page with so many different hues to make an abstract mess of bright claret is surprisingly fun, though he’d never admit that to Remus.

They also attempt to make cupcakes, but that’s all more of Virgil’s thing than anyone else’s. Stress baking is a common occurrence, to the point where Virgil has actually gotten to be extremely skilled, and it does make for a humorous juxtaposition to the other two. Logan is great at cooking because it can not only be precise and measured, but also a creative outlet, and despite his insistence that he is Logic and Logic only, Roman knows that even Logan can create some really amazing, unique things if he tries. Patton, on the other hand… oh boy. Despite his position as a parental fixture within their group, he is awful at making nearly everything related to food. He’s too prone to experimentation and disregarding recipes and measurements outright, which is why baking is always a disaster, and he gets too scared around heat to really cook a proper meal. He does make some really good parfaits, though.

So although he has years under his belt of watching those three do their thing, of learning what to do from Virgil and Logan and what not to do from Patton, Roman isn’t exactly good at baking himself. He’s awesome at decorating, and he’s made some really cool cake artwork before, but the actual baking part is not something he usually ever has to deal with. And Remus… well, Remus is Remus. He purposely switches the salt and sugar in his food, so.

Needless to say, their attempt is an absolute tragedy, but Roman honestly isn’t too mad about it. Sure, they’re both covered in flour, and Roman’s jacket is stained with vanilla extract from a particularly disastrous spill, and Remus has been continually making Roman cringe by crunching on the cakes that are burnt beyond recognition (cupcakes are not supposed to be crunchy, what the fuck) , but Roman’s actually having a lot of fun. Maybe the cupcakes didn’t turn out very well, but Roman hasn’t laughed this hard in a long time, so he’ll take small victories where he can get them.

And the twins don’t stop. They throw darts at headshot pictures of politicians taped to the wall, they have a pillow fight until Roman’s arms feel like jelly, and they go into the Imagination to ride some of the horses there (a white one with an elegant mane for Roman, and a decaying half-skeleton horse for Remus) until the sun is setting in the real world. They do so much, a surprising amount, and it feels just like when they were kids and they used to run around the house together yelling at the top of their lungs and giggling as they ran away from an exasperated Patton. Roman didn’t know how much he missed this until now, but it’s late, and unfortunately it has to come to an end.

“Remus, I’m tired, and nothing’s working… can I just go to sleep?” Roman sighs as they walk back into the main part of the mindscape again, scratching at the back of his neck as Remus whistles a cheery tune. He doesn’t understand how his twin can still be so energetic even after every exhausting activity they’ve participated in today, but it’s somewhat refreshing nonetheless.

“Nothing’s working? But you just went a whole day without cutting yourself! Seems like it worked to me!” Remus exclaims, eyes bright as he grins cheekily, and-- holy shit. He’s right. Roman didn’t cut today. He didn’t hurt himself, even though he was feeling that bad earlier. Even with the stress, and the tension, and the breakdown, he still managed to not give in. Because… because of Remus. Because of his little brother. That sneaky little shit, he knew what he was doing from the get-go. Maybe Roman is sorta proud. Okay, a lot proud.

“Anyway, I-- woah, don’t cry on me! Otherwise I might have to steal your tears and keep them in a jar to use as lube,” Remus snickers, and Roman doesn’t even care about his vulgarity as he brings his brother into a tight hug. He can tell that Remus is surprised, and a little stiff even as Roman squeezes his shoulders with gratitude. But then he’s relaxing a little, laughs more sincerely as he pats Roman’s back, and maybe Remus isn’t so bad after all.

[dolphin-enthusiast]

hello there my apricot! ☀🍄�� oh goodness, what a long day it's been! it's good to see you darling!! i hope you're well today,, and it seems like we both have the same problem with waking up so late... ahh that warrants a nap day for the two of us in the future hm?? 😉 (1/7)

"despite today's slight negativity, i must say that you all never fail to cheer me up with your antics,, all of these kind things about me being "charming" and "flirty" and such... i could never! i actually never realized i was so bold in everyone's eyes!! ah that is embarrasing, no? (2/7)

😅 i don't normally flirt with people this much, as far as i can tell at least,, i didn't even realize this at all!!! i always thought of it as me just saying what's on my mind hehe, you must be very special then morgy!! always finding your way into my thoughts, you are clearly the charming one here! 😖❤ (3/7)

ooh, and oh my gosh!! gundhanon's art and those picrews,, so cute!!! everyone never ceases to amaze me with their sheer creativity,, all of the things everyone thinks up and creates makes me so happy!! thank you all for taking the time to do these little things 💓 (and gundhanon my dear, your art is so pretty, even if you doubt yourself 💖) and morg my dear, you seriously flatter me,, saying that you'd watch over me through my narcolepsy,, amore you are too sweet!! i don't deserve you 🌺 (4/7)

i saw an anon mentioned the song sleep thru ur alarms?? i thought i was the only one who knew that song!! it's actually the one of the only songs i can always cry on the spot to without fail ^^; it's nice to see that someone else knows it! (5/7)

today was filled with work under the hot sun, it greatly exhausted me but i was able to relax with my cats afterwards,, they were extremely cuddly for some reason! i was also able to practice my singing with some old french and italian songs since i went alone to the bunnies today,, they really seemed to enjoy it, one even sat in my lap while i sung!! 🌟 (6/7)

other than that, my day was quite frustrating and boring,, but i bet tomorrow will be better! after all, you can't have sunshine without rain!! (7/7̶ 8)

mamma mia, i feel my eyes closing as i type... i guess it's time for bed then hehe!! i apologize for the shortness of today's writing,, i think it's the lack of good sleep hitting me 😅 sleep well love, i'll be thinking of you! see you next morning 💘 - hugs and kisses from the dreamland, waifu xoxo 🌺☁🌠💖😘 ps: tipsy video game night sounds fun, lets add it to the list~ 👀❤ (8/8)"

Sounds like u had yet another full-ish day darling....i myself literally drew all day to the point where i got a headache shshxh

But again ofc ppl say nice things its only natural when ur so kind hearted as u are?? Kindness attracts kindness yknow and if anything i def had a feeling u werent the flirty type IN GENERAL so the fact that im the target of all of ur little remarks specifically makes me👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

We really do b twinning with our wack schleep schedules (almost since my dumbass doesnt even schleep at night) and its why i would undoubtedly watch over u and ur narcolepsy as i stated before 👀 but ur def right we will have a tipsy videogame/marathon night o n g o d

[celawrites]

Day 47

Serenity made a new post!

There’s a lot of things that I had once missed. I used to miss how much time we spent comparing chess methods. I miss how often you used to snatch your attendance chart so that I wouldn’t ruin it with doodles. I miss how you complained whenever I asked you to check math answers with me. School life with you was balanced, the perfect balance of chaos and maturity. We had so many memories back then, and it tears me to know that I’m not the one you fell in love with. This is my final letter to you before I get hospitalized for my flowers. I said I once missed these things, but for your happiness, I’m willing to let go.

-Your dumb best friend

My phone rings harshly and I nearly go deaf.

“What?”

“wHY ARE YOU WRITING ANGST IT’S NOON NOT MIDNIGHT” Mint screeches into my ear.

“My poor ears” I mumble. “What’s wrong with having a spurge of inspiration?”

“I hate it here”

“That’s my line”

“Eh”

“Did you need something?”

“Sun’s family is coming over for dinner today, and mom wants me to invite you over”

“So she has tea to watch?”

“Absolutely”

“Alright”

“Oh and mom told me to take you and the boys-”

“The boys” I snicker.

“Out to Porto’s for dinner”

“Portos??” I question.

“Mhm”

“Like a sandwich and 20 pastries for dinner?”

“She also said we can eat at Knotts if we really wanted to”

“whAT?”

“Alright I’m picking you up at 4:30 tonight don’t be late and dress moderately”

“I hate it here”

“Free food?”

“No just existence in general”

“Alright see you later”

Sure enough, it’s exactly 4:30 when Mint shows up at my door and I get chastised for not being ready.

“Are you doing your makeup or something? Stop trying to look good it’s literally just the 5 of us”

“We hate it here”

“Yeah yeah,” I mumble, grabbing my bag and phone.

I pop into the front seat next to Mint and A greets me.

“Good afternoon!” A grins,

“Hey”

“So are we eating at Porto’s?”

“Mhm”

“Ah but first Sun and Zach”

“When did you start calling him Sun?”

“Not sure. Your habits are starting to rub off on me” Mint shuddered.

Mint’s driving is smooth, much like his personality. Calm, calculated, serene. He was an interesting friend. Almost like the twin from another parent.

Sun’s house is. Large to say the least. He lives a little further than the rest of us, and his home is huge. Something about how his dad said spoiling them was his only job. None of us were poor, we go to a private school that costs more than we could imagine. Think of the white house, but it’s not as big. Yeah, that’s Sun’s home.

“You rich ass h-” I mumble under my breath.

“Language Cress,” Sun rolls his eyes. “I know you’re happy to see me”

“Of course”

“No pick up line today?”

“WATCH ME” I mumble, and pull out my phone. “You say we’re getting food, I say we already have a 5 star Michelin meal in front of me”

Silence falls over the car and I cackle.

“I have one” A snickers. “Are you a turkey? Because I wanna put you on the table and eat you until you’re nothing but bones”

“Damn you’re into vore?”

“LMAO WHAT THE FUCK”

“My turn” Z snickers. “You look lovely in that top, but it would look even better on the floor”

“This is concerning” I mumble. “You two are minors”

“We’re all minors”

“Ah you’re right”

“Hey, I need help with my bio assignment. Could you help me out with human anatomy?”

“THAT ONE WAS GOOD” I snicker. “Didn’t know you had it in you Mint”

“Sun”

“No”

“Sun”

“No”

“Sun”

Silence falls and we all wait for him. “Is tonight a full moon? Because I feel a gravitational pull to your body”

We burst out laughing. There’re tears in my eyes from laughing too hard and Mint snickers and nearly drifts off his lane. Perhaps this was how it was supposed to be. Just friends, no feelings. Too bad my dumbass had to ruin that.

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[latestageyouth]

When you walk away (Nothing more to say)

chapter 5 - the inbetween lunch and dinner club

trigger warnings: sympathetic Remus and Deceit, detention, underage smoking, slight unsympathetic Patton, swearing, one mention of killing someone, a character stabbed another one in a hand with a pencil in the past (let me know if I missed something)

summary: Detention time, fellas

author’s note: hahaha i fricking hate this chapter what was i thinking?

"What do you mean you have detention?!" Avery shouted into the phone.

Damon rolled his eyes, already frustrated enough from school and Logan but not enough to raise his voice, "I mean I have detention. Like, for the whole week. Look, I'm sorry, okay?"

"Damon Horace Barnes, if you ever pull a stunt like that again-"

"I get it, I get it, I told you I'm sorry..." Damon glanced at the clock, "Look, I, uh, I have to go, I'll be late."

Avery sighed, "Fine...I love you though, you know that?"

Damon smiled softly, "Yes, A, I do know that. Bye,"

"Take care, you dumbass," Avery hung up. Damon put the phone back into his vest pocket and walked to the library, where detention was usually held. Thankfully, Ms. Watson wasn't there yet. Everyone's eyes stared at him as he entered, and he noticed some familiar faces, like Jenna or Remus, even Tyler was there, just the usual. He went to sit with Remus as he always did when he had detention, as Remus was almost always there. Remus threw an arm over his shoulder before he even sat down.

Damon looked him up and down, "So what was it this time?"

"Ah, you know, put a dead rat in Ty's locker."

"...I am not surprised. Did you even wash your hands after that?" He suspiciously eyed the hand thrown over his shoulder.

"No, why?" At these words, Damon slapped the hand away, rolling his eyes when Remus laughed.

"Disgusting, why am I friends with you?" Damon swept his shoulder. Remus leaned on him and put a head on his other shoulder.

"Aww, come on, Dee, you know you love me!"

Damon stared at him for a few seconds, before turning around to face Jenna and Tyler, an over-exaggerated smile on his face, "So, what are you two here for?"

"I stabbed him with a pencil, like, a few days ago," Jenna pointed at her twin's hand, which Damon noticed was bandaged.

"I cut her hair off with scissors, " Tyler gestured vaguely at Jenna, her pastel blue hair no longer being in their regular braids, it was too short to be even if Jenna tried.

"Before or after?"

"During," they said in unison. Before Damon could ask anything else, Ms. Watson walked in, making everyone stop whatever they were doing and look at her. She looked over all the tables, squinting her eyes.

"The usual, I see," She looked at the names list on the paper, then back at the bunch, "Where is-"

The door opened once more, revealing someone they never thought would get detention. Damon groaned and slammed his head on the table.

"Care to join us, Mr. Marley?" Ms. Watson spat bitterly.

Patton giggled nervously, "So sorry, Ms. I lost track of the time," he went to take a seat in the left front row.

Ms. Watson gave him a scowl, "I'll let you pass since it's your first. Now," she turned to the rest, "I am sure you know what you're here for, but I don't, so how about you write it down for me?" she put a stack of lined papers in front of Patton, "Pass it around. I have papers to grade, also very precise hearing, so shut the hell up and do your work, ya punks," she walked out of the library and left the door open.

"How is she still a teacher?" Jenna squinted her eyes and passed around the papers, taking one for herself.

Damon took the last two papers and passed one to Remus, "Are we actually gonna do this?"

Remus looked at him and shrugged, "Hmm, meh. Instead," he leaned in closer, just as Jenna and Tyler took their chairs and put them to their table, "How about we talk about the fact that Mister Pure Puffball is here? In detention? What the fuck did he do get detention?"

Tyler snorted, "Bet he forgot to do homework or some shit like that."

Jenna leaned on her elbow, "Or maybe...something more?" she smirked smugly. They all looked at Patton, who was writing with a blue pen with hearts on it, "We need to get that paper."

Damon huffed, "So what, we just walk up to him and take it?"

"Why not?"

"Because, Remus!" Jenna looked at the man in question, "He will tell the old hag, he's a teacher's pet."

Damon chuckled, "I mean, where's the lie, but exactly, he's a teacher's pet, what would a suck up like him do to get detention?"

Remus furrowed his eyebrows slightly, "I can think of a few things..." Damon looked at him, silent for a few seconds, before shanking it off. Remus groaned, "Screw this, everything is boring, I'm texting V," he pulled out his phone, paying no attention to the people around. Jenna and Tyler squinted their eyes at the action.

"...Right, so, I suggest we just wait for him to leave and take it, it's easy like that."

Jenna rolled her eyes, "And where do you think he will go, you idiot?"

Tyler looked back at her, "I dunno, to a bathroom, to the teach..." he waved his hand around. Damon leaned into the hand supporting his head.

"Bold of you to assume Watson will let him leave the room."

"I mean, he's a bootlicker, he'll get what he wants."

Damon raised his eyebrows, but couldn't help but nod. Jenna leaned in her chair, staring at the ceiling lights, silent as well. Meanwhile, Tyler went on and talked to someone in front of him that Damon didn't recognize. After a few minutes, Damon was so overcome with boredom the only thing he could do is reach into his bag and pull out a cigarette pack along with his yellow lighter. It didn't attract much attention until Remus noticed him.

"Yo, sharing is caring," he held out his hand. Damon rolled his eyes and gave Remus a cigarette. Remus already had a lighter himself.

Jenna coughed loudly to get Damon's attention, batting her lashes at him in an innocent manner.

"I am not giving you one," he said, but despite that, Jenna took one herself and thanked him anyway. He held up the lighter to the cigarette in Jenna's mouth, then lit his own.

"You can't smoke, let alone in school! What if the teacher sees you!"

The three looked at the one who dared to speak, meeting eye to eye with Patton. Remus snorted, "Like you aren't gonna tell her anyway."

Patton gripped his pen tighter, "I wouldn't tell her if you put it out now," he put on a smile that Damon and Remus could tell was obviously fake. Damon swore he heard someone whisper to get the popcorn and another snicker in return, but he paid it no mind, instead, he inhaled the smoke, before walking a few steps from his table and blowing it in Patton's face. Jenna giggled. Patton stood up, making Damon take a step back before remembering they had an audience, "That's it, I am telling Ms. Watson."

Everyone in the library silently watched as Patton made his way through the door, before exploding into muffled giggles and snickering that only increased when they heard the distant yelling of Ms. Watson. Then they heard heavy footsteps. The three immediately hid their cigarettes, Damon stepping on it while Remus and Jenna threw it out the window. Ms. Watson came as soon as they did. She looked over the kids, looking as innocent as a group of kids in detention could.

She turned back to Patton, "Now, I ain't seein' any smokes here, Marley, don't bother me with nonsense," she began walking back to her office.

"But Ms!" he turned to look at the three and rolled his eyes, "Whatever, at least you stopped smoking."

"Who said we stopped?" said Damon, already pulling out another three cigarettes, a smirk forming on his face as Patton groaned.

Tyler turned to look at Damon, Jenna and Remus, "So while you were all busy ruining your lungs, I goooot..." he browsed his phone, then turned it to face the three, "this."

Remus raised an eyebrow, "Expected," he whined, "He was always too chickenshit to do anything."

There, on the phone, was a photo of Patton's paper, which simply read: "I forgot my homework all week."

Jenna groaned, "Honestly, fellas, what did we even expect?" never bothered to answer the rhetorical question, "So, what now? Do we just, like, write the stuff?"

"How about we just skip the rest of the detention? I mean, surely Sanders doesn't have the guts to suspend us."

Remus shook his head sadly, "Can't, I promised Virgil I'll hang out with him this weekend and if I skip I'll have weekend detention."

"Who's Virgil?" Tyler asked and gave Remus a puzzled look, "Is he your boyfriend or something?"

And Remus didn't know whether he should've burst into laughter or blush like hell, using all his will to look unfazed by the question, "Nah, he's my homeslice," he smirked when the other three cringed at the word, "A new kid, so you won't know him."

"Yeah, got here, like, just a few weeks ago."

"In the middle of the school year? Don't you think that's really fucking shady?" Jenna butted her cigarette on the table.

"I mean," Damon looked at the spot at the table in front of him, "We don't really know why he transferred, something to do with his mom..."

"I bet she killed his dad or something."

The three other stared at Remus, unimpressed.

"What? He never wants to talk about him!" Remus tried to defend himself.

"Whatever," said Tyler and took his bag off of his chair, standing up, "I am ditching, you comin'?"

"Nah," said Damon. Jenna stood up and went along with Tyler, leaving the two behind.

Remus turned to face Damon, "And why didn't you leave me?"

Damon shrugged, "I actually think Sanders does have guts to suspend them."

Remus cooed, putting his head on the other's shoulder, "Aww, c'mon big guy, just admit that you care about me," he poked Damon's cheek. Damon huffed and rolled his eyes, but that didn't seem to throw Remus off, "C'moooon, admit it!" he said in a sing-songy tone too sweet to be coming out of his mouth.

"I absolutely do not," Damon looked at him.

Remus hugged him from the side, "I love you too, snake."

[spideymood]

Password Secret - Tom Holland

Pairings: tom holland x reader

Synopsis: A special late-night phone call escalated into something completely different.

Prompt: "Why is that your password".

Word count: A solid 2.3k

Author's note: So I just got back from Estonia with my orchestra, and I'm finally writing again! sorry for the long breaks. Anyway, this is for @noir-spiderr 's 3k Writing Challenge.

Warnings: Hmm, a lot of dialogue. And probably crappy writing...and a lot of strong language and curse words.

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"Ah shit!" a stressed Tom Holland shouted. "My wifi-connection just disappeared."

" Fuck, I really need the script for my call with Rachel." The brit glanced at his phone in disbelief.

"Why don't you use mobile data?" Harrison, his blue-eyed best friend suggested.

The two mates currently sat at a cafe in Singapore, hiding from the press. In the process of hiding, Tom remembered that he had a phone call with one of the producers of the next film he was cast in, Beneath A Scarlet Sky. He was supposed to discuss the script and dates for principal photography with the producer.

"Another country my mobile data network doesn't work. I can only call people." Tom put his phone on the table as he took a sip from his iced tea from the cafe. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Sorry. You know I never bring my phone if we're only going out eating lunch. Besides, what's the problem, haven't you already read the script before?" Harrison excused.

"Err, I might have or not read the script..."

"What the fuck Tom?" Harrison said in disbelief. "I literally gave you the script in paper-version two weeks ago, you div."

"I know. I've just been so, ehm, so busy lately. I kinda forgot it." The heat from the big city made it hard for Tom to not sweat. Due to the current situation, Tom couldn't stop thinking of potentially lose the part in the movie. "Fuck. Rachel's gonna call soon."

The hot weather in the south-west Asian country was a big contrast to the weather in England. He had spent the last days of break, before going on a press tour, with his friends and family.

"Ah shit, I even forgot to transfer the script to my google docs. It's in my Mac...in London." As the problem couldn't get worse, he would have no access to the script even if he found a place with free wifi.

"You're such an idiot Tom." Harrison sighed.

"Hey, you're the PA. Shouldn't you help me out with stuff like this?" Tom asked while trying to figure out a plan.

"Man, I only came with you since I wanted a vacation. I left all my stuff at the hotel - which is 30 minutes walk away," he answered as he took a long sip of iced coffee. "But if the script is at home, maybe we can get someone to log in on your Mac and send it to you?"

"Haz! That's a great idea!" Tom exclaimed, getting a little faith. "What the hell, man. When did you become so smart?"

"You dickhead! I've always been the smarter one." Harrison replied as he laughed.

"Who should I call? The twins are out of town, mum and dad are visiting my aunt." Tom listed up all possible people who could help him out.

Tom's eyes widened. "Fuck. The only person who lives close and is possibly available is Y/N."

"Y/N Y/L/N?! Our neighbour Y/N?" Harrison looked at Tom as if he was crazy.

"Do you even have her number? If so, when and how did you get the guts to ask for her number?" Harrison mocked.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Tom replied sarcastically. "She actually gave me her number after I helped her out once."

"What are you waiting for?" His best mate asked. "You've got approximately twenty minutes before Rachel calls!" Harrison questioned.

Tom took the clue and dialled your number. He put the phone by his ear as he waited for a response.

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When you gave Tom Holland your number, you never imagined he would call you in the middle of the night.

It had been a tiring day and all you wanted was to get a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, one British guy was in the way of your wish.

As the loud sound from your phone signalized that someone called, you couldn't help but groan. You checked the clock. Three o'clock in the morning. Freaking three o'clock.

"What the hell?" you mumbled as you stretched your hand to pick up your phone. An unknown number appeared on the display.

You had two choices. Pick up the phone and realize someone was calling the wrong number, or not picking up at all. On autopilot, you answered the call before thinking furthermore. "Hello?"

"Is this Y/N Y/L/N?" a British voice said. The voice seemed familiar, but you couldn't guess which person it was.

"Uh yes. Who's this?"

"Hi, uh, Y/N! It's Tom. Y'know. Neighbour Tom. The one who lives in the apartment across the hall?" Tom rambled as you tried to process everything he said.

"What the hell, Tom? It's three in the morning!" you groaned.

Tom went silent. He was so stressed out by the situation that he forgot there were different time zones. "Holy shit, I'm so sorry, love. It's just...um...I need your help."

"What can I do for you, maybe ruin someone else's beauty sleep?" You snapped. When you were tired and sleepy, you tended to become sassy. Immediately as you said it, you regretted it. Tom probably had a good excuse to call you. "Sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm just very tired I guess."

"No no no, it's my fault." Tom nervously answered. "So, I need you to break into my apartment and email me a script for an upcoming movie."

"Tom, what the fuck?" you replied shocked. "You sure I'm not dreaming? Is this a prank or something?"

"I wish it was only a prank. 'M sorry, but I need that script, and you're the only one I know that can send it to me on the little time I have." Tom excused.

Tom said desperately. "Or else I'll lose the part, which I really don't want to."

You took a deep breath before answering. "Okay, I'll do it. You did me a favour once, it's my time to pay. Tell me how to break into your apartment."

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Tom let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you thank you so much! You're an angel!" Harrison eyed his best mate suspicious. The two-minutes long phone call was the longest conversation Tom had ever had with Y/N, as far as Harrison knew.

"Well, you're not exactly breaking into my apartment. Just pick up the keys hidden behind the nearest lamp." Tom described as he waited for a response. "Y'know, the one lamp that flashes all the time."

"I just need to get dressed, wait a sec." was all he heard from the other side of the line.

You opened your door, on the way to do the special favour. "When I gave you my number, I never imagined you would call for such favour or even call in the middle of the night too."

"How many times do I have to say that I'm sorry?"

"I don't know? Maybe ten times more?" you answered as you laughed. "Alright, I got the keys. I'm unlocking the door."

"So I have an alarm system. The display for a code will be on your left side. The code is 772017."

"That's a lot of 'sevens' for a code. Is it a date or something? In 2017?" you suggested as you entered the code and turned off the alarm system. "You should consider changing it, y'know. Too many sevens."

"I mean, I see a giant Spider-man Homecoming poster with the premiere date which is oddly alike the code to turn off your alarm system." you continued.

"Well, about tha-"

"-you're a famous actor, you should at least secure your home a little better. I bet the bad guys from Home Alone could break in and steal all your stuff easily," you stated.

"Hey stop judging my security system! And the thieves from Home Alone were good thieves. They were just, uh, dumber than that eleven-year-old kid." Tom said defensively.

You searched through his apartment for his Mac. "Chill I was just joking. But you should consider changing it or something. Some fans of yours could track you down and everything."

"Alright then, darling," Tom said in defeat. Harrison couldn't help but laugh at the scene. He had no idea what the conversation had transferred to, but he couldn't stop but grin. "I think I left my Mac on the kitchen counter. Or wait, maybe it's in my cupboard."

"Why do you have so many Spider-man posters and figurines. Are you that self-obsessed?" you chuckled.

"...no."

"Bingo! Found it." you reached towards the closed computer, as Tom waited on the other line for updates about the situation. "Tom, uh, I need your password."

Tom froze the moment you mentioned 'your' and 'password'. He should have known. His eyes went wide when he realized what his password was. "Wait a sec!" Tom put his call on mute as he let out a stressed sigh. "Shit shit shit. Fucking hell!"

"What?" Harrison asked as he saw the stressed expression on his best mate's face.

"She needs my password."

"Of course she does, you dumbass." Harrison laughed. Tom replied by sending him a death glare. "What? Why is it such a problem?"

"Because, um, oh fuck," Tom exclaimed. "Promise not to laugh, okay." Harrison shrugged as Tom took a deep breath. "It's 'mrs(your name and last name)holland'. That's the password."

"What the hell, Tom." Harrison laughed. "Why is that your password?" He facepalmed as he watched his nerve-wracked friend in a crisis.

"I don't know! I just, I don't know, I needed a password no one would guess!" Tom explained vividly as his best mate cracked up. "Don't you dare laugh, you dickhead."

"You dumbass. What the actual fuck, you div!" Harrison rolled his eyes. "How're ya gonna tell her?"

"I honestly don't know. I mean, I don't want to seem like a creep or something, but I really need that fucking script." Tom heavily sighed.

"You're on your own, mate." Harrison saluted jokingly.

Tom turned off mute on the call and put the phone to his ear. "Tom? Are you there?" he heard.

"Yeah yeah. Sorry. Bad connection, I think." he excused.

"Anyway, I need your password," you said again. You couldn't help but grin when you saw a picture of Tom and his presumable brothers doing a human pyramid. The camera had captured the exact moment Tom fell backwards while his family had worried face expressions.

"Yeah, 'bout that. Um, please don't take this personal, okay. I'm not a creep or something, I promise. Gosh, I'm so sorry." Tom rambled. "But yeah, um, the password is 'mrs(your name and last name)holland'".

The other line went silent until you laughed. "Wait, what? You're joking, right?"

"I honestly wish I was."

"Holy shit, you're serious?" you exclaimed. You quickly typed the said password. Surprisingly, you got in.

"I never thought this night could escalate into something even weirder, but it just got up to another level," you mumbled.

"Just tell me you logged in." Tom groaned as he was again reminded of the somewhat awkward situation.

"Yes yes, I'm in. I'm guessing the script is in the 'script' folder. What's the name of the film, again?" you asked as you searched on his computer.

"It's 'Beneath a Scarlet Sky'," Tom replied quickly. "Transfer it to my email, please."

"On it."

As you saved the file and tried to remember how to transfer files through mail, Tom ran frantically around the streets trying to find a place with free wifi. Of course, he used to be afraid of people hacking his phone through unsecured free wifi, but he didn't have time to care.

In the end, he found a small shop selling Christmas decorations all year. "Okay, I just sent it."

"Thank you thank you, darling! You're an angel!" Tom thanked. He refreshed his mail several times until the script file turned up. "I just got it!"

"Yay!" you cheered as you turned Tom's Mac off. "I guess my job here is done." you yawned.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. Fuck, I forgot it's three in the morning in London. Thank you so much, love! You really helped me out." Tom thanked and rambled.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Any favour?" he asked flustered.

"I'm glad to help you out, Tom," you answered.

"But I guess, um, we should - well go out on a first date before, y'know, we get married. Haha." you hinted. "I, uh, I mean, it would be nice to get to know you better."

Tom's face reddened as he was reminded of the password scene earlier. He was still embarrassed. "Um, I, just, uh, please don't make me try to explain."

"I'm not going to bug you about it. It's just a bit, y'know, weird, Tom. But I mean, I'm not going to judge you. My name makes a perfect password, right? Hahah." you couldn't help but facepalm as you said the last sentence.

"Um, yeah, it really does. I guess." Tom replied awkwardly.

"Just come by my flat when you're back in town. I know a place with delicious pastries and hot beverages. I mean, only if you want to." you suggested.

"Yes! I mean, of course. I would love to meet up with you, darling." Tom answered excitedly.

"Great!" you replied quickly. "Anyway, good luck with the, um, meeting about the film. I can't wait to see you in it!"

"Thanks! Um, sleep well, Y/N. I hope I didn't bother you too much. I will surely call you another time. Probably when you're not asleep, right, ahahah. Yeah." Tom laughed nervously. "Good night."

"G'night." you smiled as you ended the special call.

The week after the incident, a very happy Tom Holland knocked on your door with bright sunflowers in his hands.

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[wenrene-amongothers]

what about wendy coming out to each member after there’s a scandal and she can’t keep it a secret anymore and their reaction

i put in a ‘keep reading cause my dumbass made this so long

her manager is kind enough to brief on whats about to happen, just a couple hours before the news drops. a very old, private social media account from when she was in high school in canada was found, where she openly talked about her sexuality. she always meant to go back and delete it but just never did, and now she was going to pay the price. the information was in the wrong hands, and it couldnt be retrieved. there was a short amount of time before the news was announced, and wendy thought she owed it to her members to tell them before they heard it through someone else. she writes a little note, kind of like guidelines, to read off of when talking to each of them so she doesnt stutter or back out. she goes up to each girl privately and reads, “something is going to come out about me in a few hours. very private, personal information was found on an old social media of mine from years ago and it is going to be released to the public. im a lesbian. i always have been, no matter how bad i wish i wasnt because i know its wrong. im sorry you had to know about this, and i understand if you dont want to be my friend anymore, and i also understand if youre mad at me now, im sorry.”

she tells them in order of who she thinks will be hardest. yeri has always been open for her support and love for people of lgbt identity, but shes still scared to tell the girl who looks up to her so much. yeri handles it so surprisingly maturely. she blinks at her a couple times, before wrapping her arms around wendy, before pulling back and kissing her cheek. “unnie, dont ever say those terrible things. its not wrong, dont say that. you are the you youve always been, whether you like boys or girls doesnt matter and shouldnt matter to anyone. i know this is going to be a very hard time for you, but ill always support you. i love you seungwan unnie, always,” she says, holding wendys hand who has a few tears coming down her cheeks. partly at the reaction she got from her, and partly because of how grown up her yerim was now.

she tells joy next, finishing without being able to make eye contact. joy was always so protective and loved wendy so much, that wendy was scared to lose that relationship she had with her. after finishing, she realizes joy is silent for a while, but shes still afraid look up, until she hears a soft cry leave joys mouth. she snaps her head up to see the tears in joys eyes, coming down her face. “im so sorry sooyo-” wendys apology is cut off with joy pulling her into a tight hug. “im so mad at you unnie. not for being gay, but for thinking theres something wrong with you or for thinking even for a second that i could ever be mad at you or not want to be your friend. youre more than my friend unnie, youre my sister. i dont love you any less than i did ten minuets ago,” joy says as she wipes her tears. wendy hugs joy hard, thanking her and quietly thanking whoever let joy be in her life.

wendy had a hard time with seulgi. she had a friendship with her unlike anyone she ever had before. even though all the girls were like sisters to her, seulgi was like having a twin sometimes. memories of the two of them causing trouble as trainees and still bringing out the goofiness in each other run through her mind as she prepares for that to be ruined. when she finishes speaking and looks up seulgi, it almost looks like shes about to laugh, which confuses wendy a lot. seulgi crosses the room and sits down next to wendy, pulling her into her side. “oh seungwan-ah, im your best friend. you think i havent known for years? i was waiting for you to tell me one day, and i am so sorry it had to happen like this. ill be with you every step of the way, and it didnt change how i felt about you four years ago and it doesnt change it now,” seulgi says like its the most obvious thing in the world. wendy practically tackles her best friend with a hug as her lip wobbles, so damn thankful that shes in her life. “i love you seulgi. also, how did you know?” she asks her friend. seulgi smiles, “well, it was just speculation at first, because i knew you so so well, little things no one else probably noticed. but i knew for sure when i caught you drooling over a fancam of joohy-” seulgi is cut off with a pillow being thrown at her head.

irene is the one giving her the most anxiety. her unnie has very rarely expressed her opinion on gay people, never saying anything bad but never anything good either. a small part of her is also worried that once she tells her, irene may know she has a crush on her, but thats a problem that hopefully never arises. she reads off her note for the fourth time, but finds herself stuttering and crying through it for the first. “im sorry unnie, please dont hate me,” she whimpers out before irene can speak. she is quickly scooped into irenes arms, being placed comfortably in her lap. “oh wan-ah, i could never hate you. this is not something you should be saying sorry for. i love you seungwan, nothing you say could change that. youre still my goofy wannie that you were this morning, knowing you like girls has not changed that. i am so so sorry you will have to go through the hell that is about to come, but just know we will all be with you, every step of the way.”

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Cakes and Ties - Part 4

Title: Cakes and Ties

Summary: “Logan Sanders is a divorce lawyer given the task of being his twin brother Roman's best man for his wedding. He doesn't care for the endeavor much, although Roman's fiance, Virgil, seems kind enough. Everything is going smoothly until he meets the peppy, sweet-as-can-be cake baker Patton given the task of being Virgil's best man. He's adorable, irresistible, and excites Logan in a way that he hasn't felt since the accident.”

Ships: Romantic Logicality, Romantic Prinxiety

Word Count: 695

Warnings: Minor character death, mild alcohol consumption swearing, food, divorce

Note: this chapter’s a texting chapter between Logan and Roman, get ready for platonic logince

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Two Weeks Before the Wedding

You are now in a chat with: Roman

Logan: Roman, please help me.

Roman: youre coming to me for help ????

Roman: this must be important

Logan: *you're

Logan: And this is serious.

Roman: Ok ok what is it

Logan: I think I have feelings

Logan: for Patton

Logan: and I don't know what to do

Roman: I KNEW IT

Logan: shut up

Roman: anyways

Roman: why do you think this is a problem?

Logan: Because I haven't felt this way abt anyone since last time

Logan: and I'm afraid

Roman: What are you afraid of?

Logan: heartbreak

Roman: ah, I see what the problem is

Roman: youre in love with him and you're afraid that everything will repeat

Logan: I never said I was in love with him

Roman: So, you're not in love with him?

Logan: ...

Logan: That isn't what I'm here to talk about.

Logan: if you don't want to help me, then i suppose i could ask Picani instead...

Roman: no no i can help

Roman: i mean, i am getting married in two weeks, so y'know

Roman: i must know something about love

Logan: ok good

Logan: so what do i do

Roman: well...

Roman: youre not gonna like

Logan: I'll take anything at this point

Roman: ask him out

Logan: anything but that

Roman: Oh come on, you've gotta tell him about your affections! make it grand! use a big romantic gesture! or write him a letter!! something!!!

Logan: but that isn't me

Roman: well, then make it you

Roman: you seem to enjoy being very direct about everything, so why not just tell him?

Logan: how?

Roman: idk man, virgil asked me out, im not good at that end of the deal

Logan: you asked him to marry you, dumbass

Roman:  true true

Roman: but thats different

Logan: i suppose

Logan: how would i even ask him out?

Roman: Im guessing by your obvious distaste to my earlier suggestion that you do not want to serenade him in any way

Roman: how about you just tell him?

Roman: like, nothing fancy, just tell him that you're hopelessly in love with him

Logan: okay yes i see where you're coming from but there is still one problem...

Logan: HOW DO I DO THAT

Roman: jeez um idk

Roman: lemme think

Roman: ...

Roman: SHIT I GOT IT

Logan: that was fast

Roman: i figured it out

Logan: do tell

Roman: you know exactly how you want to tell him, and you know that you have feelings, the only problem here is...

Roman: (drum roll please)

Logan: drum roll yourself moron

Roman: way to ruin the dramatic buildup, Lo

Logan: JUST TELL ME

Roman: ok ok, the big problem here is your confidence and your relationship with him

Logan: yes, the relationship is definitely what we are trying to solve, Ro

Logan: and what does my confidence have to do with any of this?

Roman: I'm not talking about a romantic relationship, i'm talking  about your friendship

Roman: have you guys really...  connected emotionally at all? like talked about anything personal?

Logan: well, last week when i was helping him at the bakery he told me about everything with his mom

Roman: ...

Roman: holy shit Logan

Roman: Virgil told me that it took him years to open up about that to him

Logan: wait, really? he played it off like it was just another story

Roman: maybe... hmm

Roman: maybe it was easy for him to tell you about it

Roman: that would explain why he acted so calm about the whole endeavor

Logan: do you really think he trusts me like that already?

Roman: I wouldn't doubt it

Roman: from what virge has told me, he trusts you a lot

Roman: maybe, and this is just a suggestion

Roman: maybe you could open up to him?

Logan: about what?

Roman: you know what

Logan: oh no

Logan: i mean

Logan: i trust him

Logan: but what if he rejects me? what if he ends up uncomfortable and I've misread everything? what do i do then?

Roman: Well

Roman: i don't have all the answers

Roman: i can't give you any definite answers on how he'll react

Roman: but I will tell you this

Roman: while you are insufferable sometimes, you're my brother, and you're the best damn person I know

Roman: and he would be a fool to screw up what he has with you

Roman: because i have never met another person as extraordinary or as brilliant as you

Logan: ...goddammit, Roman, you sappy little shit

Logan: i don't deserve a brother like you

Roman: all in a days work

Roman: now go get him, tiger

Logan: we'll see

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