#i would get too burnt out too quikly

[erigold13261]

U know undertale?

Oh yea! I was in a MAJOR hyperfiation with it for about 3-4 years until I got back into S/PC C/ontainment Breach for a very brief period when C/uphead took over! Then I think it went to O/verwatch, N/arute (specifically the A/katsuki). After those I hit another MAJOR hyperfixation for C/ookie R/un and then somehow landing in the N/SR fandom where I am right now!

I actually have a few fanarts you can look up on this blog if you search for it (and if tumblr even shows them to you, they are that old). I also have a page on my blog titled “Things I Like” which has all the major fandoms I have been in or are interested in, though you can only get to it on tumblr. I try to add to it whenever I get into a new fandom.

[vangoddamn]

I’d like that

Request: could you possibly do one where y/n is also famous and she meets van at a festival or something and he had a crush on her so they end up hanging out and eventually going out together

Warnings- none, super fluffy 

The crowd was crazy, much bigger than you and your band were expecting. Reading festival had always been a goal, one of the ones you wanted to do well. The last couple of years you had performed it was hardly a crowd worth noticing, but now, it was the dream.

The set was amazing and after running of the stage, sweat dripping down your neck and heart pumping, you made your way to the green room. To your suprise your tour manager was already there chatting to two other guys on the sofa. Not thinking to much about it you and your best mate, who was also your drummer, made your way over to introduce yourselves.

"y/n, Lilly! You were great" his greeting was accompanied by a celebratory hug, before turning his attention to the two lads you'd completely forgot to take in, to buzzed from the set you just pulled off. "This is Van and Bondy, you know catfish and the bottlemen right?"

"oh my god! Fuckin hell, we're always listening to your stuff!" You shared a suprised look of excitement.

"Am not gonna lie, we have pet" Bondy grinned and to the left of him Van seemed to turn a bright shade of red, which obviously he pulled off. It wasn't hard for him, with his shades that framed his face and chain that hung loosely around his neck. His shirt was white, practical for the hot weather that burnt your fair skin, or at best gave you a scattered freckle.

Lilly soon got to work smug as she could persuading Bondy to meet our guitarist who was in awe of him. Of course Sam was but you knew it was a ploy, knowing that unfortunately Van was your type to say the least and you were sweating with nerves already. This was very sureal, and it was odd really, because as far as fame and popularity went you weren't all that far away from catfish's league now. But being face to face with them for the first time, Vans hand on the small of your back asking if you wanted a drink, it was alot for you.

The band had worked so hard up till now to get where you were. And honestly you had to pinch yourself every so often to make sure it was still not a dream. It had escilated quikly so meeting big name bands like this, meeting people you’d admired for decades was weird a best.

Van led you away from the green room and to a quieter place you hadn't been yet. Van was easy to talk to and he congratulated you on the performance you had just finished. Offering you a cigarette and spending the best part of the day smoking and catching beer refills when people strode past.

The golden sun caught in his hair and reflected off his chain that hung around his neck. The sweat that glistenend on his body was enough to swoon you completely and accompanied by the cigrettes that smelt a little dogdy, you were lost to the world. Your head resting on his legs, his hands in your hair as you both listened to the music in the distance as if you’d been mates for longer than four hours.

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5 months later

Turns out since meeting Van, you'd figured he definitely was your type. The only catch was he was clearly out of your league and well Van fucking McCann.

The two months after meeting were spent almost always together. Movie nights until it was 3am and pub crawls with the lads. It was the second month where things changed. The movie nights would turn into breakfasts until you had a favourite spot and nights out would most definetly end in each others arms in a weird sort of hungover mess. 

Your band mates found it hilarious as I imagine the lads would and there wasn’t a momnt where an innuendo wasn’t thrown at the both of you when you were suspicously close. You thought to yourself at that point it was never going to happen, especially with upcoming tours on both sides. So you ignored your feelings that may or not be there and decided to push them down.

Unfortunately things are never that simple.

“y/n” Van slurred down the line, his voice was gritty and sore and you couldn’t help but want to make him feel better. He was on a taxi from the airport after a long flight from his short America tour. 

“Hey, you sound ill, are you ok?” Your voice was lethargic too from a mix of christmas parties and gigs. Right after the festival run and the spottings of you and Catfish it was safe to say you were no longer ‘up and coming’.

“Yeah it’s just the come down, I was hoping we’d have one of those movie nights anyway,”  

“That sounds lovely, I’ll organize the pizza” You laughed down the phone before letting him go. 

It was nice to hear his voice agin, whilst he was on tour you both texted often but calls were rare. It was understandible, They were going to be busy, but it was deffinitely nice to hear him again and know he would be over soon.

You knew it was slightly odd how close you both had become, only knowing each other no more than six months. But things with Van were easy, he made life fun and happy and there was certainly a small part of you that was dissapointed you’d not known him longer. 

Once the pizza had arrived and you grabbed some beers, it wasn’t long till Van was knocking on the door. He came in and as soon as you saw him you felt simpathy and a mix of other emotions rise. He looked more tired than he sounded on the phone, if that’s possible. His face had dark bags under his eyes and his ahir was beyond greasy, you could tell he’d been on the road for over half a year on and off. 

You hugged him tightly telling him how much he was missed and lead him to your bedroom where everything was set up. After kicking off his shoes and snuggling down inbetween blankets and pillows, you finally started the movie going for a classic “hot fuzz”. Pizza was eaten and it was like normal, if there was such thing.

Half way through Van stopped the movie, adjusting himself behind you so that his arms were around your waste and his head nuzzled into your hair. You giggled as his breath tickled down your neck, trying to look at him but he was having none of it, moving his head to snuggle into your neck.

His breath was warm and his arms around you made you feel safe. It was a little cocoon you both had created, away from the rest of the world. Where we weren’t known and we didn’t have to pretend. 

Your thoughts were stopped abruptly once a kiss was carefully placed on your neck. The sensation sent your nerves into over drive as you swore your whole body was tingling and your head a mess of pure confusion as to what just happened. Before you could really evaluate what had just happened Van broke the silence between us.

“y/n” His whispers were as soft as his touch, as he moved you so you straddled him in his lap. Your eyes met for the first time in a while, and icy blues captured your every move. Every breath in was sharp as if you were caught outside in a snow storm and was hard on your lungs.

“Can I kiss you?” It was a question you’d never really been asked before, never mind by someone like Van. He was so careful and tender yet he had so much power over you it was hard to answer.

With that you linked your hands round his neck and pressed your forheads together. “I think I’d really like that” you smiled before you were wound up in a lazy but needy kiss, that was both a suprise and well awaited.

A/N: Hiya, I really hope I didn’t dissapoint, and I’m so sorry I’ve been away for a lil longer than I thought[if anyone cares]. Thank you so much for the request, it’s lovely to hear what you guys would like to read! Hope you are all well my loves xx Em

[ni-okaasan]

Katsuki struggles to stand, coughing out blood and gulping down air. He can still do it, he can still fight. He lifts his arms, poised for combat, raises his head and snarls at their opponents.

One against five, the odds are crucial.

One takes a risky step forward, only to earn a menacing snarl from Katsuki. Another one advances, and this time Katsuki issues a warning explosion.

I dare you to attack.

The challenge was clear.

But the action was far from aggression, far from an eventual retaliation, far from posing and proving who's stronger.

Deku is doubled over behind him, struggling to breathe, fighting to stay awake. Deku's tired, battered, injured and bleeding. One arm broken, one leg burnt.

He stares at Katsuki with an all too familair look. One that chills his blood. Katsuki had this look before, felt the same level of emotion that comes along with it. He had refused to acknowledge it then, and he refuses for Deku to feel the same. He knew how horrible it was, how terrible. A haunting, suffocating sensation that immobilizes your entire body to a point where it shuts down every rational thinking.

"Ka…Kacchan..!" Deku rasps, tries to stand on wobbly legs and falls, making a pitiful squeak.

"Shit," Katsuki spat.

Deku can't even stand.

It's up to him now. He has to do it. He has to make sure none of these bastards get near Deku with how vulnerable he is now. They could kill him. It would be so easy.

"K-Kacchan..."

Katsuki quikly gulps air and expels it through his mouth. He glances over his shoulder, and looks Deku in the eye his irises shrinking into pinpricks.

"Don't give me that tone," he growls, and then blasts himself towards their opponents.

You're not weak. The words remain unsaid.

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I can't make a comic-ish version of this bc I need more practice :P so I left it as it is...but someday (°v°)

Also, my writing needs more work hehe...oh well