#i messaged an old friend the other day (a highschool friend i haven't talked to in 7 years ✌🏻)

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[jojoturnip]

I had a horrible dream about you last night. I don't have your phone number, I've lost it somewhere along the years.

I have your mom's number. And your step dad's. Do either of them remember me? Could I text them and ask if you were okay, or would they think it was spam?

Google hangouts is dead now. That's how we used to talk. I have your Facebook. I sent you a message as soon as I woke up, tears running down my face. You haven't read it yet.

In the dream, you had killed yourself back in highschool. Your parents had given me this black box of your remains, and I'd stored it for years in my parents house, never daring to look inside and see the last of you.

I remember sitting on your bed when you showed me your father's ashes compressed into this pink plastic container. It was shaped like a heart or a star I think. It has his name in black font across the top. You rubbed your finger over the edges.

I didn't want to look in that box and find a matching plastic piece of you.

Wendy was the one who gave me the box in my dream. She was pissed, but not at me. At you. For dying and leaving yourself in my hands. A girl who had abandoned you.

Sometimes I wonder how you think about our past. Do you wonder how things could have gone differently? Do you still think about your curses that silenced the cafeteria and the peach pit in my hand? Do you think about the day you called me terrified of your boyfriend years down the line?

I never forgot you, you know. I think about you a lot. I wrote a book about you, about your life and my life and how it all got twisted. About how we were kids with far too high expectations. About how you were the last person on Earth to know me before I lost so much of myself.

You knew the sunshine, yellows, always positive and preppy version of me. Im fighting still to get the pieces I want of her back, but I still wonder if you would recognize me at all now. Could we walk by each other and pass as strangers?

I didn't talk about it then. I didn't know how, and no one could handle the small problems I was bringing up. I grew up in an abusive household. Things were always a little bad, but it got so much worse the first year of high school. I lost my faith in humanity.

Sometimes, I think I was wrong to lose faith in you, though.

Other times I think you really would have hurt all those people had I not stepped up.

My parents moved a couple of years ago and left a bunch of my stuff in a storage unit that I continue to stall on opening. In my dream, I found your box there. I took it to two of my current friends and asked them for help finding a place to bury you. I wanted you to rest, I didn't want to hold on to you anymore.

We walked through several forested places, somewhere in the celery bog probably. We knelt down in a muddy area where the forest met the creek. I figured you, or at least the old version of you, would like it there.

Slowly, I unpacked your box. There was no plastic heart or star. There was a small bag of ashes and a bag of bones I couldn't identify. Those were the only human remains your mom had given me. The rest was just what remained of your life.

Rocks, gems, twisting branches, beaded jewelry, hand-embroidered pins. I sorted these pieces of you out on old linens on the forest floor.

Why did you leave these to me?

What pieces of you do you want me to keep?

The dream ended around there, but it felt so real that I woke up still believing fully that you were dead. Off I went to Facebook, reaching out to you in panic for the first time in years.

I'm still waiting to hear back.

You knew me back when I trusted my intuition more. I hate to think that my dream means anything real.

I know we aren't close any more. But I've never called you anything other than my friend. I have never stopped caring about you, and you don't need to feel the same to keep my number in your phone just in case.

Just tell me you're okay.

My friends now tell me I ask if they're okay far too often. I don't think they see this anxious intuition inside of me. This breathing thing that knows when something is wrong.

Just tell me you're okay. Please.

[brunnerasposts]

"Old Friend" Pt. 2

E.M. x Female Reader

inspired by "Old Friend" - I'm getting my act together and taking it on the road

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: A musical car ride to Lover's Lake brings out a confession that was swore to be left unsaid.

Warnings: takes place after st4, swearing, underage drinking, best friends to lovers, fluff, st4 spoilers, reader likes Madonna

Other parts will be posted here ☟︎︎︎

Pt. 1

Pt. 3

Additional Notes: I plan on only having this be a three parted series so I would love to hear any suggestions you may have for other x reader type things! Please like, comment, and reshare :) my messages are open!

Tags: @littlestarfighter03

"There's no one like you

I can't wait for the nights with you

I imagine the things we'll do

I just want to be loved by you"

The car ride was one of silence, the both of you at a silent agreement to just listen to the music playing. However, as the music continued and you listened to the lyrics, you found yourself wanting the silence to come to an end. You had been itching to say something, but you weren't even sure if you were ready to discuss everything that happened.

Getting stood up wasn't a first time experience, but getting cheated on too? It just felt like your curse was becoming stronger the longer you tried to find love.

Was there a part of you deeply hidden that didn't want to make relationships last? Or were you just that unadmirable and unlovable? Did nobody want you?

Of course not.

You should've known this. Remembering highschool and how successful that was, your frown deepened. Even Eddie couldn't see that you liked him. Hell, you actually loved him.

Did he really see you as nothing but a friend?

"Should I take you home?" Eddie asked, snapping you out of your train of thought.

Never had you been so glad for Eddie to be the first to start talking. Your attention shouldn't be focused on your love life. You called him to get away from that, not to confront your highschool fantasy.

Knowing you'd probably just end up being up all night anyway, you shook your head. "I don't want to be alone right now," Was all you said, leaning your head against the window of the front passenger side of the car.

Your eyes slowly moved to look over to Eddie for a moment, noticing that he seemed to be the one lost in thought now. Not for long, however, because he felt your gaze on him.

His eyes shifted over to yours, only making eye contact for a moment before your gaze went towards the rain.

The rain had somewhat of a calming effect on you. It reminded you that after every rainy day there will always be a rainbow. Something positive may come out of getting cheated on and humiliated, right?

You were hoping that you looked a lot better than you actually felt.

Picking up his jacket, you proceeded to put it on. You weren't exactly freezing but you had definitely been shivering. "Want something to warm you up?" Eddie asked, and you knew what that meant.

"Thanks but maybe later tonight? We both know what happens if I drink too much," You shook your head as many drunken incidents from the past began to fill your thoughts.

Most were a blur, but there were a few random ones you could remember. Ones like Eddie having to hold your hair back as you threw up into some random toilet at a party you had gone to or you getting so drunk that you thought it would be smart to start removing your clothes.

Eddie chuckled beside you, remembering the incidents himself. Any time you had been drunk, Eddie had somehow been the one to be at your rescue. It wasn't like you were often drunk, he just always happened to be with you so he knew most of the reasoning behind why you'd drink.

The biggest reason being when something bad goes down and you don't feel like talking about it because you haven't fully grasped the situation yourself. It happened way too often that he picked up the pattern.

You declined drinking, so did that mean you were ready to share what was wrong? Eddie had no clue. He wanted to be respectful towards you and just keep silent until you were ready to speak, but it was eating at him inside.

Instead of prying, he glanced to his glove box and suddenly found an idea. "You know, there's this song that someone introduced me to a while ago," He began which slowly grabbed your attention, "and you're gonna find it very strange, but I actually enjoyed listening to it." He looked to you for a moment, watching as slight surprise overtook your face.

Curious, you opened his glove box and gasped as you saw the name on one of the tapes. "No fucking way, Ed!" You could not believe what you were holding in your hands. With a wide grin, you turned your body to completely face him as you asked,

"You have Madonna in your van?"

As you looked at him, you noticed his grin become smaller and more shy, noting the pink tone in his cheeks.

He didn't like to admit it but you influenced him more than you realized. Picking at his already messed up black polished nails, Eddie began to nod. "Yeah, well, when you play it all the damn time, I guess it. . . sort of. . . catches on."

"I so do not play this all the time," You began to bicker, though you found yourself smiling as you knew he was right. "You sure do," He sing songed right back.

"Oh, yeah? When?"

"When we're in my room just doing homework and you're whizzing through it, you tend to hum it. I guess in success or something," He chuckled, glancing into his rear view mirror before his eyes returned to the road, switching lanes. "Or how about when you take a shower before bed? Never really took you as the type to sing in the shower but it's pretty," You began to grow shy as he listed off many more times that you've listened to or mentioned the song.

"I don't even remember when I showed you that song," You admitted, causing him to hum in response.

It took only a beat for him to answer.

"Second week of eating lunch on the bleachers." He reminded you, surprising you with the fact that he remembered.

Of course Eddie remembered. He remembers almost anything and everything about you.

"Wait," You spoke after a moment, Eddie glancing your way. "We're not going to your trailer?" Eddie chuckled a little, knowing something had to have been distracting you if it took you this long to notice.

"Nope. We're gonna go somewhere a bit more quiet actually." He told you, pressing a button on the dashboard that popped open the cassette player. You quickly made the exchange of cassettes and closed the player, a grin forming on your face as the music began to fill the car.

As popular as this song of Madonna's was, you liked to believe that it was only known by you. Now, it was not only known to you but Eddie as well. The male reached over and grasped your wrist before bringing your hand to his lips like a microphone.

"Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me, I think they're okay." He practically shouted over the music which caused you to lean your head back and let out a whole hearted laugh. He even knew the words.

"If they don't give me proper credit, I just walk away," You sung back to him, a wide grin on your face. The nights previous worries all melted away as your mind could only focus on this absolute jam session that you never expected to have in Eddie's van, let alone with Eddie himself.

Everything around you practically disappeared and all that existed was you and Eddie, driving who knows where listening to Madonna of all things. Your face was flushed, your heart was swelling with love, and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. If he hadn't been driving, you swore you would've kissed him out of pure joy for this moment.

And just as you were having fun, the moment was ruined by your intrusive thoughts. Even your mind couldn't be fooled by Madonna. What if you had kissed him? He'd get angry wouldn't he? Eddie was never the type to be frustrated with you, only ever being frustrated with the world, but there was a first for everything wasn't there?

"Hey, where'd you go? You missed the chorus!" Eddie practically whined, lowering the volume to the song as he looked over to you.

"Sorry," You forced a laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I kinda forgot the words for a second." The lie was simple and so easy to say, you wish you hadn't said it in the first place.

You both knew it was a lie.

As less and less houses appeared and more forest showed, it became apparent to you as to where you'd be headed. "Lover's Lake?" You spoke aloud, causing Eddie to make a victory trumpet noise with his mouth. "We have a winner!"

"Why are we going to Lover's Lake? Isn't that a make-out spot?" You questioned, a joke being on the tip of your tongue.

Soon enough it came to you, and you gave him a devilish grin. "Damn, Eddie if you wanted to kiss me so bad you didn't have to take me all the way out into the woods. That's kinda serial killer like," You teased him, unaware of the dark color emerging from his cheeks.

The joke kinda hurt to make, but it was worth the awkward smile on his face.

"It's quiet. Besides, I heard that the stars are supposed to be out tonight. Figured we could talk and just stargaze or some stupid shit like that," He muttered, though you picked up every word.

"Never took you as the type to stargaze." You hummed a little, your eyes traveling to the sky above to see if it was really worth laying on the ground for. "Yeah well you're my biggest influence with half the shit I do now." Eddie chuckled, making a quick right before the van slowed to a stop.

You had arrived. As you both hopped out of the van, you discovered just how difficult it was to see. Lover's Lake was a known makeout spot, but it wasn't trying to be well known. No lights were existent around the heart shaped lake, so you relied on a small flashlight you found in Eddie's glovebox.

"Ready?" The metal head asked as he came around to the passenger side of the van, holding a blanket under his arm. "Ready as I'll ever be," You shrugged, hooking arms with Eddie before he led you down the path he began to create through the trees.

Once you had gotten past the tree line, you found yourself at one of the clearings of land that connected itself to the lake. "The police aren't gonna come swarming in and arrest us if we chill here, right?" You wanted to make sure, not being a big fan of the police force ever since Hopper was killed in the mall fire.

"Trust me, even the police know about this place. We'll be fine." Eddie promised you, making you feel a lot more relaxed. Once the blanket had been laid out, the both of you proceeded to lay on it, shoulders touching.

"Oh wow," You breathed out, eyes focusing on the sky above. There were tons of stars in the sky which wasn't normal to see in Hawkins. No doubt was the view mesmerizing.

"I told you." Eddie chuckled before gasping. "Shit, I left the beer in the car! Hang on," The male was quick to hop up on his feet and ran off towards the van.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Eddie, come on! We don't need to be drinking tonight," You shouted but it was no use.

When Eddie came back with the six pack of beer, you both cracked one open and clinked bottles before beginning to drink.

This was gonna be a long night.

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"I just need to say this," Eddie's voice caused you to open your eyes, looking over to him to find him already gazing at you. The both of you had finished the pack of beers by now, you being more under the influence than him so you had gotten a little sleepy. You both could manage three beers though.

"Okay," You trailed off, not really sure where Eddie was going with this. "I just need to get this out." He practically repeated, causing you to laugh a bit. "Are you dying or something?" You couldn't help but question, though the nervous look on his face didn't even crack a smile.

"No, no, I'm not dying." Eddie promised you, beginning to sit up. Worried, you did the same. "Eddie, you're scaring me. What is it?" You questioned, reaching forward to tuck his hair behind his ear as it was beginning to hide his face.

The male took a deep breath before looking to you, an awkward smile forming. "Right, um. . .well, oh fuck how do I word this?" He asked himself, cheeks flushed.

Your head was beginning to spin, mostly from having sat up so fast and the alcohol didn't help with that but also because Eddie was beginning to freak you out. Was it a problem at home? Was Wayne okay? Is it something involving the kids he hangs out with?

"Eddie," You had to say his name again mostly to ground yourself but also because he hadn't said anything yet. His eyes shifted to yours, the male biting his nails a bit in his slightly freaked state.

"Eddie, seriously, what's got you so worked up? You're acting very—"

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

Your words completely lost all meaning in that moment. Blinking slowly, your brain began to try and register what he just said.

"Fuck, sorry." He quickly began to apologize, rambling some sort of reasoning as to why he said that, claiming it was the alcohol in his system. You had never seen him so scared.

"Are you drunk?" You nervously asked, watching him quickly shake his head. He couldn't lie to you. "N-No, I'm not. I meant what I said." Eddie promised before his face contorted into an apologetic one.

"While we're on that subject, I don't think, I know I'm falling in love with you. Well actually, I know that I'm in love with you because well, I don't know. God, this isn't how I wanted this to go." The male rambled, realizing he was beginning to make no sense.

Your throat practically closed, eyes watering. You didn't believe what you were hearing. This was just some sort of sick joke right?

"That's not funny, Eddie." You whispered to him, looking away from him so you could pull yourself together.

"What?" He laughed a bit in surprise, you believing you've caught him in his lie.

"Y/N, I'm not lying." His face held one of surprise. "I'm being as serious as Wayne when he—"

"No, Eddie!" You cut him off before he could make some sort of other joke, "I'm serious! God, I know we joke about my love life but that's gotta be the most hurtful thing you've ever said to me." You sniffled, pulling your legs to your chest.

Eddie scrambled his way over so he sat in front of you, placing his hands on your knees so you would look at him. "No, Y/N. I would never joke about that!" He whispered, his hands shakily giving your knees a squeeze. "Do you really take me to be so heartless, sweetheart?" He asked with a weak smile, causing you to turn your head away.

"Hey," The male in front of you gently grasped your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your head to face his so you had no choice but to look him in the eye.

"Your curse isn't a curse." He tried to tell you, only making you scoff in response. "Then how come I scare away every guy I meet?" You questioned, hearing him sigh a little.

"You haven't scared me away. I'm still here," Using his free hand, Eddie grabbed ahold of yours and brought it to his chest. Your palm laid flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat as it beat abnormally fast.

On the inside, you were freaking out. Never had you expected this moment to come and yet, it was happening right before your eyes. Eddie was confessing to you.

Your best friend was in love with you.

Could this really be happening?

"This isn't something I discovered over night, Y/N. Three months into knowing you I found myself obsessed with the girl who claimed to be cursed by cupid himself." He admitted, his hand moving from holding your chin to now cupping your cheek in his palm.

"Eddie, I—" You began, heart racing.

"A-And you're probably questioning why I never stayed with anyone long. That's because of you. I. . . I never tried to be with anyone because I can't imagine moving on from this. From us." Eddie began to stammer over his words, his eyebrows furrowing when he did.

Your eyes continously shifted between his, seeing the clear frustration in his eyes as he tried to explain to you the way he felt. "Eddie," You began again, only for him to cut you off. . . again.

"Y/N, we're so good together. I can't imagine what life would be like if i met anyone else on the bleachers that day. You made me feel like I was more than just some pathetic highschool idiot." He held a finger to your lips as you went to try and talk again.

"Eddie—" You mumbled.

"I love you, Y/N. I mean that whole heartedly and truly. I'm not expecting an answer back, hell I'm surprised you haven't kicked me or yelled at me yet." He began to chuckle before you grabbed his wrist and moved his finger away from your lips.

Eddie gazed at you with confusion until you closed the space between the both of you. He remained frozen against your kiss, as equally afraid as you for this being a dream.

If it was, he never wanted to wake up.

He began to slowly move his lips with yours, only parting when you needed air. His nose brushed against yours, nuzzling into you as you caught your breath. "Shit, Y/N." He panted, eyes lustful when he opened them.

"Sorry," You whispered, feeling a bit bad for your actions as you had just completely threw him off guard. Eddie instantly began to shake his head. "No, no, no don't apologize for that. You never have to apologize for that," You both laughed before Eddie's lips once again connected with yours.

In every story you've ever read, a first kiss in a relationship was always described as fireworks lighting up inside or a thousand butterflies erupting in your stomach, but this was so much more than that. This was Eddie for fucks sake.

With Eddie it was the tingling sensation on your neck as his hands found their way to cupping the back of your head. It was the shaky feeling in your hands as you pressed them into his shoulders to support yourself climbing into his lap, straddling his waist. "Jesus H. Christ," He mumbled against your lips, his hands finding their way to your lower back.

You couldn't help but giggle, cupping his face in your hands now as the kiss deepened. It was everything you ever dreamed.

"Hey!" A voice shouted from the distance, causing you both to freeze. "Ah shit, we gotta go." Eddie spoke once your lips parted, the both of you scrambling to move the bottles to the middle of the blanket. Quickly, you grabbed the corners of the blanket so you made a pouch with the blanket.

"Freeze!" The voice shouted again, causing you to turn and see one of the officers of Hawkins standing at the other end of the field with a flashlight in hand. "It's Callahan, that fucking bastard!" Eddie couldn't help but exclaim, grabbing your hand before the both of you began to run.

"I thought you said the police knew about this place?" You whisper shouted to Eddie once you both found the path back to the van. "Yeah, well we're sort of underage drinking and Callahan has been a real ass to me after the earthquake and Chrissy incident." The male explained, slowing to a stop once the van came in sight.

"Makes sense," You didn't argue, watching as Eddie fiddled with the keys in his hands. "Jesus Christ, give me the damn keys." Hand held out, you shoved the blanket pouch of empty bottles into his hands. Eddie was hesitant, having never let you drive his van prior to this.

"You're lucky I love you," He groaned, a devilish grin forming on your face as you were tossed the keys. You both quickly filed into the van, engine starting and soon enough you were backing out while pressing on the gas. "Hold on!" You shouted as you turned the wheel, quickly shifting gears from reverse into drive as the car spun before you were driving back the way you got there.

"Holy fucking Christ! You're amazing," Eddie shouted, making you laugh as you took some pressure off of the gas. Eddie clapped his hands together in aggressive enthusiasm, pressing play on the cassette and Madonna began to blare through the speakers.

"You don't think he's gonna follow us, do you?" The idea of being chased by the cops frightened you enough to drive only five over the speed limit. "Callahan probably gave up the second we drove away." Eddie reassured you, gently patting your thigh with his hand.

"Your place I assume?" You questioned, knowing his van would definitely look out of place at your suburban home. The cops would come knocking on her door for sure. Eddie nodded, his eyes shifting to his hand that rested on your thigh.

While the idea of having to run from the cops was fun and all, there was still things that needed to be discussed between you both. Not only had a makeout session almost pronounce itself but Eddie had been the only one to say I love you and it was killing him inside.

Did you want a friends with benefits sort of deal or was there more? Eddie decided to save his questions for later. Although questions hadn't been answered, not once did he remove his hand from your thigh.

You didn't mind.

TO BE CONTINUED

[dreamifics]

Love and Monsters

Steve Harrington x Reader!Henderson

Oneshot

Y/N Henderson's life was not like any other normal teenager's life, on a very young age her only friends was her brother, Dustin and his friends.. She was not popular in highschool, but she was not a nobody neither.. Y/N was just invisible, lost in the sea of students.. She was almost through highschool though, one day her life was turned upside down, literally and figuratively.. It's been months since the 'thing' happend, but she was still shaken up.

Y/N was laying in bed, My Generation blasting from her stereo.. She was home alone, her mother was out with some friends, her brother was hanging out with 'King Steve'.. Ever since Steve helped them about Dart, she grew closer to Steve but their short lived friendship ended when Dustin left for camp and Steve worked on their family business while she was stuck preparing herself for college.. Y/N misses Steve, his unfunny jokes and oh god--his laugh..

A loud knock startled her, she shot up from her bed, memories of what happend was flashing back to her.. Despite what she tells her friend, she was not okay.. She almost died twice and that opened up trauma's and issues within herself..

Another loud knock startled her, Y/N shakes her head and just ran to the door.. Reaching their front door, her icy hands made contact with the cold steel knob..

It revealed a disheveled Dustin and Steve, she could tell that there were excitement dripping all over them.. Steve was still wearing his sailor work uniform, he looked cute to Y/N but she once threw that thought in the back of her mind..

"What's up?" She questioned the two.

Dustin just smiled and pushed pass her, while Steve was reluctant to go in.. Steve avoided Y/N for almost the whole summer because of the daunting realization that he was catching feelings for her and that scared him.. Y/N was the kind of girl that likes to watch nerdy movies, spend hours playing games with a bunch of kids and save the world two times.. However, Steve was scared, he was still stuck in the unjustified rules of highschool and popularity. . He still wanted to be 'King Steve', but he also wanted to be Y/N's..

"Nice outfit, sailor boy.." Y/N winked and laughs at Steve, he just shakes his head and went inside their house..

Steve made his way to Dustin's room with Y/N right behind him, but before reaching Dustin's room, he passed Y/N's room.. He unconsciously stopped as he looks around, observing every corner of her room.

There were posters plastered all over her walls, books were all around her room in her bed, shelves and even floors.. In the other side she had a small collection of music that made Steve smile.. Because they had the exact same taste, she is the perfect girl.

"If you want to go in, you're free to wander around my room, anytime.."

Steve turned around to face Y/N, he misses her.. How Y/N sarcastic remarks leave her sweet lips or how she rolls her eyes whenever she see something stupid.

"I might just take you up on that.."

"Hm-mm.. You didn't even talk to me when Dustin left, you broke my heart, Steviee.." She jokes, but it sounded a little bitter.

Y/N did get hurt, Steve stopped talking to her when Dustin left, it seems like Steve didn't really like her as much as she thinks he did. Y/N was bored and got stuck just studying and sometimes hanging out with the party.. It was fun but she was looking forward to hanging out with Steve.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't want to see my old friends hanging out with someone like yo---" Steve stopped his sentence, he didn't mean that.. His mind was a mess, he said those things because he didn't want Y/N finding out his stupid feelings

"Right..Yeah, I get it.."

"Y/N that's not what I me--"

"Cause King Steve shouldn't be hanging out with people like me?Gotcha.."

Steve didn't even had the time to reply, he was met with Y/N's slamming door.. He didn't mean that.. Steve loved hanging out with Y/N, he want to give her something special.. Steve wanted something more from Y/N.. He knew exactly what and he didn't need a reason why but Steve wanted to give Y/N something more..

Y/N was hurt, she didn't know why but Steve words brought devastation to her.. She felt disappointed and upset, Y/N was expecting something special.. She didn't know what or why but she was expecting something more from Steve.

Y/N was dropping off Dustin to the mall where Steve was working, her lips were in a unsual frown.. Y/N wasn't usally like this, she was having a bad week, Steve just hurt her feelings and she was taking it much harder, it was very unsual.. The two Henderson was making their way to the Scoops Ahoy shop, Dustin was rambling about a message he picked up while contacting his girlfriend.

"Are you listening?" Her brother asked as they reach the store.

"Yepp, you should go in now.."

"Y/N, this could be a good thing!"

"I know..If you need my help, you can find me in the food court.."

"Y/N.."

"Yeah, Dus?"

"Are you okay?"

Y/N's mind went blank, she hated lying to her brother but she didn't want to worry anyone.  She laughs and messed Dustin's hair.

"Of course.. Now go, you know where to find me.." With that she left..

Y/N was not okay, the last time she slept was a month ago.. Nightmares kept crawling back to her, she was growing more paranoid by the day.. She was not okay, but she couldn't tell anyone that.. Everyone else is okay, even Wil who had it more rough than her. And to top that up, she was broken hearted by Steve's rejection of their friendship.. Y/N just massaged the bridge of her nose, when will she be fine?

Dustin and Steve was in the corner of the mall with binoculars in their eyes, Steve saw Y/N.. Sitting alone in the corner, a walkman in her ears and a book in hand.. Y/N was mouthing the word as her eyes read every word on that book and Steve couldn't help but feel all giddy and guilty inside.

"You see anything?" Dustin snapped Steve back to their current task.

"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for.'' Steve answered honestly, Y/N distracted him again.

"Evil Russians."

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."

"All blond, not smiling."

"Mm-hmm?" Steve's eyes didn't looked for any Russians, his eyes drifted to Y/N spot but she was gone.. Where did she go? He couldn't help but worry, was she talking to someone else?

"Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing." Dustin added.

"Right, okay, duffel bags." Steve darts his eyes away from Y/N seat but it only fell on a girl he asked out earlier.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." Steve mutters.

"What?" Dustin questioned.

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."

"If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars."

Dustin got annoyed by his distracted partner, he should have brought his sister along.. But he knew that Y/N was not okay, she seemed distant and lost in her own mind.. Always spacing out and Dustin can hear her cries from his room, it killed him to see her loving and hyper sister transform into a walking corpse.

"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards?"

"I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench." Steve rambled on, annoying Dustin.

"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?"

The two fought for the binoculars, but they just looked stupid.. Dustin initially gave up and gave the binoculars to Steve.

"I don't get why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect one in front of you."

"Seriously, if you say Robin again..." Steve closes his eyes waiting for Robin's name to come up but it never did.

"No, Y/N.. My sister.."

Steve's heart clenched at the mention of her name, he wants Y/N too.. What can he do? Y/N hates his ass now, he was a jerk and he didn't deserve Y/N.

"No, man, she's not my type." Steve answered while he diverts his eyes away from Dustin.

"I saw you staring at her closed door for about 5 minutes."

Steve eyes grew wide at the realization that Dustin was watching the whole time.. Dustin just shakes his head, if he was asked he'd say that her sister felt the same way..

"She's not even... in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?"

"What's your type again? Not awesome?"

"Thank you."

"Hm."

"For you information, your sister is too sarcastic, she's too nerdy for me.."

"Also, she's too...boyish.."

Beautiful, that's what he wanted to say..

"Dude, that's my sister you're talking about, and besides she's not like that.. She's nerdy but so what? Y/N's also not boyish, she's just secured with her masculinity.."

Dustin's word echoed throughout Steve's system, he already knew that.. But somehow hearing it from another person's perspective made him like you more.

"Y/N's just not my type.." He lied..

Y/N was everything he ever wanted in a girl.

"Thanks for the clarification, Harrington." A voice surprised the two.

Y/N was standing behind them, her arms crossed..  Steve's eyes widen in surprise, did she hear everything? He didn't mean that, what did he mean?

"I didn't mean t--"

"Dustin, if you told me you'll stalk people in malls, I should've brought you to a psychiatrist.." Y/N ignored Steve and just focused on her brother.. Y/N would be lying if she haven't felt more hurt by the words Steve dropped.. She had been listening since the talk about girls came up, Y/N spotted the two doing eccentric things and she decided to eavesdrop.

"No, it's called spying.." Dustin rolled his eyes at her sister remarks while Steve was still frozen..

"What's the difference?" Y/N asked, her eyes still focused on he brother..

"It's just different, okay? Were looking for the--" Dustin stopped and looks around to see if anybody was near..

"Russians?" Y/N continued in a loud tone.

"Shh!" Both Steve and her brother shushed her. Y/N was surpised, she glares at the two and moved closer to them.

"Fine, can I tag along? I'm bored and it'll be nice to be a national hero."

The two looked at each other, Steve was nervous.. Y/N obviously didn't want him around, but this could be a chance for him to apologize to Y/N.

"Sure, you can help us look for russians with dufflebags and camo." Dustin pulled her sister to his side.

"That's kinda racis--"

"No, it's not!" Dustin cuts her sister off making Y/N laugh..

"Whatever you say Dus.."

And that's how she ended up inside a theater with two kids and two drugged teenagere.. Y/N's breathing was heavy, they were captured by Russians just moments ago.. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, she thought this town was finally normal again, but turns out she was wrong.. Very very wrong..

They needed to get out of this hellish mall, Y/N need to find out if there's still russians lurking out, looking for them.

"The two of you need to stay here and take care of them." Y/N instructs to her brother, she pointed at a floopy Steve and Robin.

"Wait--Where are you going?!" Dustin stopped her by pulling her arm.

"I'm going to see if those fuckers are still looking for us.."

"No, we'll come with you.."

"Dustin, you need to stay here and keep a low profile.."

"Y/N don't be a hero.."

"Hey, Dipshit!I'm not trying to be a hero, what I'm doing is protecting you guys because our two friends are drugged and beaten while we brought a little kid into our mess!And I will do everything to keep you all safe, even if that means I get hurt or killed!"

Dustin knew that there's no talking Y/N out of this, her sister was right.. Taking a deep breath, he just nods and hugs her sister..

"Just please, stay safe.." Dustin was in the verge of tears but Y/N held him tight in her arms.. Dustin pulled back, Y/N gave her brother a comforting smile, she rubbed his cheeks and pat his head.

"I'll be okay, I'm a Henderson for god's sake.."

Dustin laughs as tears stroll in his face, she kissed his forehead and walked away, trying not to attract attention.. Taking a deep breath she left the theater, she'll do whatever it takes to keep her brother and her friends.. Y/N's mind flew to Steve, she was pissed off but she was not sure anymore.. The way he saved them and got beat up for them, she couldn't find a reason to be mad at him, all she can think about is his childlish look and how hot he is in his sailor uniform. Y/N just shakes those thoughts away and tried to focus on her task..

Russians..

Steve and Robin were throwing up in a seperate cubicles, they were getting the drugs out of their system.. Retching and puking can be heard all through out the theater bathroom, Steve groans and flushes the toilet.

"The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?" Robin's voice can be heard from the other cubicle.

"Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?" Steve rested his back to the mini wall inside the cubicle..

"Maybe. Ask me something.."

"Interrogate me." Robin said in a mocking russian accent.

"Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Um... When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?"

"Today."

"What?"

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw."

"Oh... All right, my turn."

"Okay. Hit me."

"Have you... ever been in love?"

"Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year." Steve imitates a gunshot.

"Are you still in love with Nancy?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I found someone else, she's a little bit better for me.It's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, 'You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie.' "

"Wait, who's Suzie?"

"It's some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real."

" But that's not- that's not really the point. That doesn't matter. The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like, it's somebody that I... didn't even talk to in school. And I don't even know why."

"Maybe 'cause Tommy H. would've made fun of me or... I wouldn't be... prom king. It's stupid. I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because, when I think about it, I should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time."

"First of all, she hates me now because of a stupid thing I said but when we hanged out, we were bonding and shit.. She was perfect for me, she's nerdy, hangs out with kids too much.. She likes the same things I like, her brother is my bestfriend.. Sometimes I wonder if she's real, because she's too perfect."

"Wait--You like Y/N?"

"Yeah, ever since last year.. I like her so damn much, I can't even believe that I said to her that I shouldn't be hanging out with someone like her."

"YOU SAID THAT?" Robin's voice boomed out all over the bathroom, Steve just sighs and slids out of the cubicle..

"Unfortunately, yes.."

Steve slid in to Robins cubicle, she was glaring at him.

"If you ask me, Y/N doesn't deserve someone like me.. She--She's too nice to be caught up in my miserable life.. And besides she would never like me.."

"I think you're still high.."

"No, I'm not.."

"Do you remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?"

"Yeah?"

"It isn't because I had a crush on you. It's because... she wouldn't stop staring at you.."

"Mrs. Click?" Robin chuckles and just shakes her head.

"Y/N Henderson, I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And- And you didn't even like her then and... I would go home... and just scream into my pillow."

"But Y/N's a girl.."

"Steve.."

"Oh.."

"Yeah, now listen..Don't give me the 'she doesn't deserve me' and 'she doesn't like me back' crap.. Y/N was inlove with you since highschool, now you will tell her all about your mushy mushy feelings and you'll two will get married, have kids and you'll have me to thank for. "

"But what about you?"

"Please, I moved on.."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah, with my pretty face?I could find someone in a jiffy!"

The two were laughing when Dustin and Ericka burst into the bathroom.. Annoyance and frustration written all over their face..

"Okay.What the hell?!" Dustin asked very annoyed.

"Dude, we're normal again.."

"That's not the problem now, we need to find Y/N and go with the rest of the party."

"Y/N's not with you?"

"Do you see her?" Erica asked with the normal sass in her voice. Robin rolls her eyes at Erica who just glares at her.

"Where did she go?" Steve ignored Erica's sarcastic question

"She said she'll check the perimeter, but she hasn't come back since." Dustin answered, she was worried for her sister.. In their situation, who wouldn't?

"Shit." Steve and Robin both utter at the same time.

Y/N was changed into a much more inauspicious clothes, it was just some pants and a shirt tucked into it.. She fixed her disheveled hair and wiped her sweat.. She needed to blend in, her eyes wander around the mall.. There were Russians walking around, bviously looking for someone and that someone was them.. All the exits are heavily guarded by guards, there's no way out..

Taking a deep breath she walked back to the theater, praying that her brother and friends was safely still there but before she could even reached the theater, a russian man spotted her..

"I got eyes on one of the target!" The russian said into his earpiece, making Y/N run to the higher level of the mall, her heart racing and she was starting to feel tired.

Y/N just ran until she lost the russian, her breathing was getting shorter by the second..  Y/N's leg was starting to hurt but she ignored it and looked down to see if she can spot her brother..

And there they are, getting chased by guards.. Worries pumped into her brain as they run.. She needed to help them, if not they could get killed.

"Hey stupid spies!I'm right up here, morons!" Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs as she waves her hands around..

Steve and Dustin was horrified as they hide into the counters, Y/N was risking her life for theirs..

The guards that was chasing them made eye contact and targeted Y/N but before they could do anything a car honk.. The russians looked at each other, confused and dazed.. Eleven can be seen controlling the car, she throws it at the bad men and all they could hear were groans..

Y/N felt a surge of relief, she made her way to her brother.. Dustin, Robin, Erica and Steve pop out from behind the counter, steam hissing.. Y/N saw her brother and they all rushed up to hug her..

A tight hug welcomed Y/N, but this hug wasn't just from Dustin.. It was also from Robin, Erica and Steve.. Suddenly they all look up to see the rest of the party.. The hug was cut off by Dustin running to hug Mike and Eleven.

"Lucas?" Erica saw her brother and it made Lucas confuse..

"What are you doing here?"

Y/N who was just taking in deep breaths smiled to herself.. They were safe, but she knew this was not over.. Steve stayed in Y/N side, Robin's word replayed in his mind.. This is his chance to say his undying love to Y/N.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" Y/N saw Steve besides her, she was growing tired but Y/N needed to keep thriving for everyone.. Y/N saw that Steve was hesitant, he was nervous and it made her felt nervous too.

"I--I uhh.." Steve mumbles, his tongue was backing out.. Y/N had such a powerful effect on him, to the way she says his name, and everytime Y/N calls him, his heart skips a beat.. It sounds corny, but it was true..

"What?Do you need a speak and spell?" Y/N joked, it didn't help a struggling Steve.. He started to grew more anxious, he needed to get this off his chest.. This could be the last time they all see each other alive, there's no telling what could happen to them.

Y/N was just staring at him

"I have something to confess---"

Steve was cut off by El who was in pain and grunting in the floor..  They all ran to her aid and helped her with the pain she was going through.. Steve slightly curses at himself, maybe this was not a great time for a love confession.. He needed to focus on surviving this hellish adventure.. Again 

It finally ended.. Y/N was relieved, it was over.. They were safe, Y/N and Dustin were sitting in the back of an ambulance, a blanket around them as they hug each other..

"If this shit happens again, we're moving.." Y/N jokes.. Dustin chuckled, maybe they should.. However, the adventures were growing more fun and dangerous..

"Nah, we love being heroes.."

Y/N laughs as she held her brother tighter, she fixed his hair and wipe some dirt off his face.. Even if he's old now, he'll always be Y/N's baby brother.. She smiled at the memory of Suzie and Dustin singing in the middle of mayhem and chaos.

"Stooop, I'm all grown up now!" He stood up and made his way to his friends..

"Don't get too far, lover boy!" Y/N shouted causing Dustin's cheek to blush..

Y/N sighs at the sight of her brother walking away from her, this is the last time she'll save the world, she was tired of monsters.. Y/N was just enjoying the cold air of the night when someone cleared their throat.

"Hello to you Harrington.." Y/N smiled at Steve, he was just standing infront of her.. Y/N can't help but feel giddy when Steve's in his sailor outfit.. It saddens her that Steve was still stuck in his highschool mindset..

"I have something to tell you.." Steve mumbles incoherently, but Y/N understood it.. Steve was always nervous when Y/N's around, he remember the first time he saw Y/N..

Steve saw Dustin on the street asking for help, and he didn't believe at him first but he was soon convinced by how Dustin was nervous and scared.. They pulled up at the Henderson's residence, that's where he first saw--no that's not the right word..

That's where he first acknowledged Y/N..

She was sitting on the porch steps on her pajama's, there were dirt on her face and her hairs a mess.. Y/N's face lighten up when he saw Dustin getting out of the car..

"Hey Dus------What is he doing here?" Y/N's face dropped when he saw Steve also getting out of the car.

"He's our back up.." Her brother answered short and continue walking into the entrance of the basement.

"I'm back up..'' Steve said cocky at Y/N, she just scoffs and followed Dustin..

"For a guy with a black eye, you're awfully confident.."

"That's what seeing a pretty girl like you does to me.." Steve didn't know what he ate that time but he had this whole new confidence when he started talking to Y/N.. However, Y/N didn't seem impressed to his corny jokes and pick up lines, she was always scoffing and rolling her eyes..

"Yeah, you said that too when we were inside..That" Y/N's voice pulled him back to the present.. Y/N gestured at the burning mall infront of them.

"Yeah.." Steve cleared his throat, he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out he's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now, the clocks run out, times up, over, blaow   .

"Are you gonna say something?" Y/N was starting to get nervous, did she do something to make Steve act strange? He was shaking, the sweat on his forehead is flowing like the Niagara Falls.. That's not attractive yet for some reason she found it hot..

"Oh--Yeah--Uhh.." He failed to say words again, why can't he just go straight to the point?

Robin who was with the rest of the party was staring at a stuttering and nervous Steve.. The rest started to notice even Jonathan and Nancy who was in each others arms..

"When is he gonna tell my sister that he likes her?" Dustin ponder as he stares at the two..

"I don't know, he's taking forever just uttering one sentence.." Lucas pitched in making the others laugh..

"I thought Steve was a suave and cool guy?" Mike jokes causing some of them to laugh, some was just quiet.. They were still having a hard time grasping all of this, especially Max..

"He's a nerd just like you guys.." Nancy answered, they all shake their heads as they watch Steve nervously fidgets..

"Alright, I finally had enough.." Robin whispers, the party turned to Robin, carefulky watching to what she had under her sleeves..

"HEY Y/N!" Robin shouts..

Y/N broke her gaze with Steve and brought it to a shouting Robin, not far from them.. Steve just froze to his place, panic started blaring out through his mind..

"WHAT STEVE'S TRYING TO SAY IS HE FREAKING LIKES YOU!" Robin shouted, and it all made them freeze.. Y/N blinked rapidly, did she hear that right? Steve l-likes her? What? When? How? Where?

Steve felt embarrased, he wanted the crawl in a hole and die.. Robin was dead to him, how could she do that? Now Y/N's gonna start to avoid him, she obviously doesn't like her back.

"I-Is that true?" Y/N finally asked the question she was dying to ask, she never really thought about Steve that way.. Fine, she's not gonna lie, there were some thoughts about Steve that kept her up at night..

"I can explain--If you don't feel the same it's totally fi----" Steve panicked and randomly said any excuses he can think off, not giving Y/N a chance to speak..

Y/N rolled her eyes at how Steve was rambling on, she smiled and stands up.. Pulling Steve sailor outfit, she kissed him..

Steve pressed his lips harder on Y/N, he wanted this kiss to happen since he first saw her.. And now it's happening, Y/N puts her arm around Steve's neck.. This was her first kiss and she was glad that it was to Steve.. They both kissed as the burning Star Court crumbles infront of them.  Y/N didn't knew that you can find love and monsters in this terrifying situation..

Dustin groaned at the sight of her sister and bestfriend kissing, he wanted to vomit and scoop his eyes out.. This was not a sight for sore eyes..

"Ugh!I don't want to watch my sister exchange salivas with Harrington!" Dustin sigh under his breath

"Get used to it, you'll be seeing a lot of him.." Robin teased making Dustin die inside.

"Dammit!"

Y/N was just thinking that some people lost someone special, Eleven lost Hopper.. Max lost Billy and the rest will wake up in the morning with terrible memories haunting them everyday, they can no longer feel the assurance that they're safe in the quiet town they grew up to. They knew everything that lies withing the depths of this ground, all the horrible things that Hawkin Labs brought.. Chief Hopper and Billy Hargrove died for them, they were heroes.. And the sad part is, no one will ever know.. Those who deserves to be recognized is no longer here, the heroine act they did save the world yet the world doesn't even know about them.. But Y/N and the rest knows that the sacrifices they made won't go to waste, they'll do everything in their power to keep whatever haunts this eerie town at bay.

I found this highly nice but cringey at the same time so bear with it, I also wanted to update my series about James Potter but I just can't seem to end it ughhhhh..Anyways, I hope you guys like this one..

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Hi! Can I interest you with Tommi/Niko “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” "stop laughing at me"?

You certainly can👀 it's a bit shorter then the last I'm afraid.

2 “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 35 stop laughing at me Niko/Tommi

"You're going out again?" Niko asked, trying to hide his disappointment.

This was the first time they had more then a single day off at a time in months, now having a whole week to themselves.

And when Tommi had asked to stay with him in Helsinki, he had jumped at the chance, hoping to finally spend more quality time with their drummer.

And maybe talk about certain things.

"Yeah, Olli is in town now too and there is this one old friend from highschool that lives around here..." Tommi paused near the doorway, having been heading for his shoes. "Why?"

"Nothing, it's just- nothing, have a good time man." He quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door, breathing a deep sigh.

Niko looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. Tommi was an adult, if he wanted to spend his week reconnecting with various friends or seeing the rest of the band, admittedly Niko was there too in those cases, he was free to do so. It's not like he had made any plans with him.

And that was his own fault.

Niko stayed there for a few minutes before sighing and leaving the bathroom, sure that Tommi had already left, only to run into a solid mass of person.

"Good, I was starting to worry about you in there." Tommi grunted. "Now are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

"Dude just go, you don't wanna be late for your friends."

There was a moment of silence before Tommi started laughing.

"Hey," Niko protested, earning a bigger laugh from him. "Stop laughing at me!"

"Sorry," Tommi chuckled, "it's just the way you said that, it's like you're jealous..."

He felt his cheeks flame red and tried to walk away, not wanting Tommi to see.

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" An arm came around Niko's bicep, keeping him in the hallway.

"Of course not." He snapped.

"You've always been a bad liar, only one worse in the band is Joel because he can't keep a straight face trying to get the words out." Tommi seemed to read his face before his semi-grouchy expression softened a little, "come on, we've been friends for almost a decade, we practically live together several months out of the year, you can't tell me what's wrong?"

"I guess I just-" he cut off, knowing how stupid it sounded. "I guess I had been hoping we'd spend some time together, just the two of us while you were here. But obviously you would want to see friends you haven't seen in forever, there's nothing wrong with that."

Tommi looked at him in shock, "Really?" He asked, "but you never.. you never said you wanted to spend some time together, just us."

"Yeah I know, don't worry about it." Niko laughed, "I'm being dumb."

"Not dumb." came the firm reply, "never dumb."

Tommi seems to contemplate him for a moment before shrugging and letting his arm go.

Niko expected the other man to turn around and walk to the door, but instead he grabbed his phone and typed out a quick message before repocking it.

"My day is officially free and all yours," he told Niko with a wide smile. "What would you like to do first?"

Niko smiled back, maybe this week would turn out the way he had hoped after all.

[1a-imagines]

No excuses

》 Bakugo x reader

》 Word count: 5k

》 Overview: You were childhood enemies who always ended up stuck together, you were neighbours, got put in all the same classes, ended up living together in the UA dorms. Overtime you grew to accept each others company, maybe even enjoy it. So what happens when your new work lives separate you for the first time?

Every day was lacklustre.

You weren't sure what; but something was missing. Ever since you went pro and moved into your own apartment you felt as though your life lacked something. There was an empty hole but you just weren't sure what used to be there.

Perhaps you just missed those simple UA days? Being surrounded with your friends day and night and not having to worry about all the things pro heroes had to worry about? There was no doubt it was a much less stressful time.

Or maybe it was the fact you no longer had your family breathing down your neck every second of the day? You were an adult now and that came with a whole new sense of freedom. Maybe what you were missing was being surrounded by your loved ones all the time? You lived alone in your new apartment and it was a big difference in contrast to the UA dorms you lived in for three years.

You thought you'd enjoy the quiet but it turns out you found the silence painful. It was more peircing to your ears than any yelling or screaming you had in the dorms.

No matter how much you wondered what was missing you just couldn't seem to place your finger on it. It's not like you weren't  keeping in touch with your friends and family. They called everyday, you certainly weren't lonely. So why was your heart still yearned for something... maybe even for someone?

With a sigh, you dried the last plate of the bunch and put it away. Finally done with your chores for the day. You dried your hands and went over to check your phone that had been thrown onto the couch. You saw a text notification pop up.

Blastard: (1 new message)

Oi! Idiot! Are you dead yet? I haven't heard from you in weeks!

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unique way of showing worry, though it would be a lie to say you weren't used to it by now. It was such a typical Bakugo move. You shook your head before typing out a reply.

Bad news for you, I live!

You hit send before throwing your phone back down. You felt awfully giddy about him texting you, which was a strange feeling, usually you annoyed the hell out of each other. As weird as it was; it had been awhile since you'd last spoken to him.

Maybe you were just happy he hadn't completely forgotten you exsisted, you figured once you went your seperate ways that you'd probably never talk again; unless it was work related.

You had grown up together, always forced to be around each other no matter how much you despised it. You were neighbours, you didn't go to the same schools, but you'd always hear him yelling through the walls whenever he was home, you'd always pass each other when leaving your houses on the morning, and to your 10 year old self? There was no worse way to start off your day than his stupid face being the first thing you see when leaving your home.

It was like you couldn't get through a day without running into him at least once.

Then you both ended up in the same highschool, UA, which meant you walked the same route everyday as well as being in all the same classes. Then you lived in dorms together for three years, which meant you were around your childhood enemy almost every minute of everyday.

It was like the universe was trying to torture you both.

You hated each other as kids, always getting into scrapes and arguments, but as you got older the hate died down into more of a friendly rivalry. You bickered non stop but you also grew to enjoy all those comebacks and quick retorts, it was like a never ending game of 'who can make the best comeback/insult'. It even made you laugh at times.

Eventually, somewhere during your UA days, you both got to a point where you could actually admit you were friends.

But after being stuck together for so long? You'd think you would be happy to have some peace and quiet around here. You no longer had to deal with explosions going off or yelling every 5 seconds. No yelling from downstairs or next door, no insults or smartmouthed comments.

Though, even you had to admit he had matured a lot since you were kids, he still kept true to his grouchy self, but he was no where near as violent or bad tempered. He'd calmed down a lot as you grew into adults and you were proud of him for coming so far.

You were about to go take a bath to relax after cleaning all day, but when you saw your phone light up again you couldn't stop yourself from diving for it.

Blastard: (1 new message)

The fuck do you mean? That's not bad news for me dumbass.

It was a little weird for him not to give a snarky reply but it's possible hero work was tiring him out as much as it had been tiring you out. You were about to tell him it was just a joke but then another message came through,

Blastard: (1 new message)

Have you been eating alright? I know you can't cook for shit and you're living alone now.

Your eyes softened at the message, a goofy smile spreading across your lips. Not only had he made an effort to message you first, something he rarely did, but he also was showing care for you? Your cheeks heated up and you took a second to press your face into a pillow, a way to collect yourself before you replied.

Aw, you care about me?~

I've been eating fine! Instant ramen exists for a reason! It's for people like me who "can't cook for shit" :P

His next reply was almost instant, it scared you how quick your phone was to sound with another notification.

Blastard: (1 new message)

Don't fucking tell me you've been living off of instant ramen this whole time-

You felt too shy to admit to the truth. It was true you hadn't been eating great since you had been living alone. Your job was so demanding you didn't have time to cook. Choosing fast options over home cooked meals had been your way of living for the past few weeks and admitting to it felt like a punch to your pride.

Blastard: (1 new message)

That's it, I'm coming over to make you an actual meal tonight. See you at 6.

You did a double take at the response.  There was clearly no room to argue.

"He's coming over!?" You jumped up in a panic at your sudden self invited guest. Lucky for him you had a rare night off work, and lucky for you, you had spent the day cleaning up. Maybe it'll look like you have this whole "adulting" thing down.

After glancing at the time and seeing it was only 4pm you threw your phone down. You needed to freshen up before he came over.

For some reason you felt this pressure to look good in front of him? But you had known him since you were little kids! He wouldn't care, he's seen you look much worse, so why did you care about looking good this time around? You shook your head, sick of all this over thinking and went to take a quick bath. Once you were done you dried your hair and threw on a fresh pair of clothes.

You felt excited to see him again and almost-... Nervous? It was a strange sensation, you shouldn't be feeling nervous to see him, you used to see him everyday. Maybe it was because this would be the first time you'd be spending time alone in your new home? Yeah, that must be it!

Glancing up at the time you still had half an hour until he arrived. You decided to take your mind off of all your swirling thoughts by mindlessly scrolling through your phone until your door bell finally rang.

You pushed yourself up with a small groan. You walked to your front door, your heart raced in your chest knowing who was on the otherside of the door. You took a deep breath through your nose before opening the door to see your familiar, scowling, friend. He stood there, a bag in his right hand and foot tapping on the floor as if he had been waiting ages for you to open the door for him.

"Kat! Long time no see!" You beamed up at him only for him to roll his eyes and brush past you. "Shut up and show me where your kitchen is, you need a proper meal."

You couldn't help but smile as you noticed the bag he carried was filled with fresh groceries. He was alway so bad with words but it was actions like this that made you see how much he really cared about you.

"Through there." You nodded your head toward an opening and followed him through after shutting the door. He put all the ingredients down and you leaned back against the counter watching him prepare the food. "What? No 'Hi Y/n, how have you been?' You cut right to the chase as always." You chuckled softly to yourself earning a glare from the blond as you attempted to imitate his voice.

"First of all! I don't sound like that! Second of all, I'm only here because you can't take care of yourself." He scoffed before adding. "Still annoying as always."

'Why was I missing him again?' You huffed, blowing some hair from your face in the process. "So! Chef! What are we having?"

"Curry." Was his quick reply as he began to lay out and cut up the ingredients. You hummed in delight at the thought of homemade curry. It had been a while since you had a good home cooked meal. Your family sometimes brought you leftover foods knowing how busy you were with work, but they couldn't come feed you everyday. You were an adult now and you needed to learn to cope on your own! Even with a busy career life.

"You remember what I like?" You asked, your eyes glimmering with an emotion he couldn't quite tell, in order to avoid looking at your face he kept himself busy with making dinner.

"I've known you for over 10 years, just because I haven't seen you for a few months doesn't mean I'm going to forget everything about you, idiot." He tutted, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You leaned back against the counter beside him, your lips twisted into a soft frown.

"A few months huh? It feels like longer..."

You did not intend for him to hear that but he did, and honestly? He agreed.

Without you around to annoy him every hour of the day, things just seemed to go by painstakingly slow. Without you his days were boring, and as much as he hated to admit it, your stubbornness, your quick remarks and sarcastic comebacks, as much as they annoyed him, they added a certain spice to his life.

They kept him on his toes, he liked the challenges you gave him, whether it was getting the last word, winning against you in training or just coming up with the best insulting nickname. He couldn't believe he actually missed it all, but he did, and honestly? This whole dinner thing had just been an excuse to see you again.

He missed you.

"Tch, feels like not long enough." He grumbled as he moved over to the stove to turn it on. You sent him a cocky grin, shifting your weight onto your other foot. "Oh yeah? Then why were you so quick to come over here?" You hummed, tilting your head. He knew you were teasing him, he could tell by the way the words melted from your lips like butter, you were practically purring as you grinned at him. It reminded him of a cat.

He decided not to dignify you with a repsonce and you took that as a sign of victory. You giggled before turning to grab a drink from the fridge. You cracked open a can of soda and upon hearing the unmistakable fizzing noise Bakugo's head shot around to you, his eyebrows creased together in distaste. "You shouldn't be drinking that shit!" He barked at you.

"Oh come on! I've cut right back on the junk food. Look!" You threw the fridge door open to display the variety of fruits and vegetables in front of him. "I've been really healthy! I've even been doing a lot more weight training! Soon I'll be as strong as you! Maybe even more so!" You smirked, he wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug look from your face. You shut the fridge door with your foot before taking another swig of your soda.

Bakugo scoffed, "You wish! You'll have to work a lot harder before you can even dream of matching up to my strength!" He sent you a toothy grin as he watched your shoulders deflate, eyes narrowing up at him.

Bakugo continued to put the chopped up ingredients into the pan, "Why have you been eating instant ramen this whole time if you have all that shit anyway?"

You turned your head away, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. It took a lot to swallow down your pride enough to mutter the next words. "You know I can't cook very well." It was painful to admit you were an adult with the cooking capabilities of a child. Between school and work placements you just never found the time to practise new recipes. Not to mention the fact your family usually cooked a lot of meals for you.

You had contemplated practising some recipes in the past but something always manages to come up! You knew working as a pro was going to be hard, that you'd be busy every day, but you didn't know it would consume your life to this extent.

Without another word you walked towards the living room. "Let me know when dinner is ready!" You sent him a cheeky grin as you left. Bakugo turned back to the food, grumbling something about how he wasn't a damn slave, despite being the one who offered his services in the first place.

Looking around, he finally had time to take in the room, he hadn't seen it since you first moved in and bugged him and kirishima to help move boxes. The room was well decorated, not a thing out of place. Despite the apartment being pretty small you had done well to make it homely.

As he made the curry, he added in some spices and when he picked up the shaker labelled "Extremely hot", He smirked. He recalled the good ol' days in the UA dorms. He sometimes went out of his way to spike your food with hot spices. Your face was always priceless! The thought crossed his mind to do it again. After all, it wouldn't affect him, he loved spices and, unlike you, they didn't turn his face red.

He sighed before shaking his head. You were both grown up now, and you needed to eat a proper meal. He hated to even think about it but he did care for you. More than he would like to admit. He always thought once he went pro and finally got away from you, this "curse" you two shared of always being stuck together wherever you went would disappear, and he would be happy.

But he wasn't, somewhere down the damn line he has gotten used to your annoying presence, he had grown to like your quick remarks, how you never backed down from him, you weren't afraid to speak you mind or put him in his place, and as much as all those qualities used to bug the shit out of him as a kid, he had grown to respect them, even-... love them?

He clenched his teeth when he felt his cheeks heating up. God, he hated this. He wasn't cut out for this lifestyle! Why was he even here!? He could be out training! Not pining over his childhood enemy! The curry sauce started to bubble over in the pan and he cursed to himself, once again he was so distracted with thoughts of you that he couldn't concentrate on the task at hand!

He finished making the food, doing everything he could not to let his mind wander back to thoughts of you. He grabbed a few plates before putting the rice and curry onto them. He yelled through to you that the food was done, "I'm only in the next room! You don't have to yell so loud!" He huffed in amusement, your words were ironic considering your volume matched his. He smiled at your never ending bite, you always had something to say.

Such a smartass. He shouldn't enjoy it as much as he did.

You came through, throwing the empty soda can into the trash as you passed and sat down in the seat beside him. You hummed in delight, "Smells so good!!"

"Of course it does! I made it!" He grinned, taking a bite. While the lack of extreme spice was underwhelming for him, he knew you would like it. Your face twisted into distaste at his smugness, "I forgot to never stroke your fat ego."

He growled, ready to yell at you for the remark but when he saw you take the first bite of food his anger was forgotten.

Your eyes lit up like fireworks on a cold winter night. "I also forgot how crazy good of a cook you are!" You beamed, happily digging into the curry. His features softened, something about seeing you enjoy his food so much felt really good. He almost forgot to eat himself as he watched you stuff your face. You had gotten some rice stuck to your cheek as you shoveled the dish into your mouth. It was so stupidly cute, a soft smile graced his lips.

You caught him staring, it was rare to see him smile, no cocky grin or smirk, it was a real smile. Soft, relaxed, happy. You thought your heart was going to jump out of mouth. You did not expect that sight when you looked up from your food.

You gulped, not because there was food in your mouth, but because the atmosphere had suddenly changed. There was an invisible weight ontop of you both, crushing you.

"What…?" You asked quietly, hiding your face behind your hair. He snapped out of it, realising he'd been caught he froze, his heart skipped a beat. However, there was no time for him to get embarrassed because next thing he knew he was throwing a towel at you "You got rice all over your face, idiot! Wipe it off! You look stupid!"

You grumbled as the fabric hit your face, yet complied and wiped your lips clean. You went back to eating, this time more carefully so you didn't make a mess. You noted the mild spices but didn't comment on them. It was unusual for Bakugo to not fire up his dishes with spice. The decision to make the curry mild definately wasnt for his own benifit. He'd done it for you.

It made you smile, and as much as you wanted to thank him for it you figured he wouldn't want you bringing up his strangely nice gesture since he had been so silent about it.

During the dinner you talked about your new work lives, how you'd been coping living alone, anything that came to mind. Of course, that came with a variety of witty comments and snarky comebacks, but it was just how you liked it. It was how it had always been, how you always wanted it to be.

Once the plates were clean you stood up, reaching over to grab his plate so you could clean up but his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You paused, looking up to meet his eyes. "I'll help clean." He said, picking up his plate and taking it to the sink. You smiled, following him with your own plate.

"Wow, cooking and cleaning? Has anyone ever told you that you'd be a perfect house wife?" You smirked at him as he filled up the sink with soap and water.

"At least I can cook." He shot back without missing a beat. You laughed st the remark, nudging his side as you pushed your wasy in front of the sink. You continued to chat as you cleaned up, you washed as he dried.

As you finished up scrubbing the last dish Bakugo made a comment about you eating like a pig at dinner which, in return, made you splashed his face using soapy dish water.

He growled when he felt the droplets soaking his face and hair, but hearing your laughter made it hard to stay his usual, grumpy self. Instead he settled for dipping his fingers into the water and flicking you back.

Your face scrunched up, eyes closing to avoid any soap suds getting in your eyes.

You took his reciprocation as a declaration of war and it soon turned into a mini, kitchen water fight. Laughter filled the once quiet apartment as you fought each other.

For a moment it didn't feel like you lived alone, for the first time in months you felt like that empty space in your life had been filled again.

You had to stop the water fight before you soaked the kitchen as well as each other. As fun as it was you didn't want to have to clean up for the third time today.

Once all the dishes were put away and you dried yoursleved using a spare towel; Bakugo narrowed his eyes at the front door.

He wasn't sure if he should go, a part of him didn't want to. He only came over to make you dinner, now that was over he had no reason to stay. Should he make up some bullshit excuse to stay? He didn't want you teasing him again.

Despite taking a few minutes to think up an excuse to stay, he came up with nothing. Grumbling to himself he kicked his foot against the ground and turned around to you, ready to say goodbye.

His eyes widened upon landing on you, you held up two gaming controllers, a grin on your lips as you pushed one towards him. "Wanna try finally beating me at mario kart?"

"What are you talking about! I win all the time!" He rolled his eyes and snatched a controller from your hands, taking on your challenge. He felt the weight lift from his shoulders, you were giving him a reason to stay longer and he wasn't about to turn that down.

"You beat me at super smash bros! But never mario kart!" You backfired, plopping down onto the couch as the console fired up.

"Then let's play super smash bros!"

"We do not play that in this household!" You stomped your foot at the thought of the game you could never beat him at. Bakugo scoffed and sat next to you. "You're such a fucking sore loser!"

You forced a laugh before sending him a glare, leaning closer to him. You reaction must have amused him as he smirked at you. "I do not want to hear that from you!"

"Shut up and let's play!" The first round started up, the familiar countdown sound ringing in your ears. You'd like to say things started pretty civil, but It didn't take long for you to start shoving each other as you battled for first place. There was a lot of yelling, combined with a lot of laughter and cheering. It was the most lively your apartment had ever felt, in just one night Bakugo was able to change all of that.

A few rounds turned into hours. You didn't even notice how high up the moon was in the sky. You were too busy enjoying each other's company, having more fun than either of you had experienced in months.

You shot out of your seat pumping your fist into the air as you passed the finish line in first place once again.

"HAH! You still can't beat me!” You boasted.

The blond threw the controller down, his teeth clenched tight as he grumbled. “Next time I’m bringing super smash bros!” You sat back down, giggling as you poked his side. “Who's the sore loser now huh? Big baby.” You teased, poking a finger into his side, much like poking a bear with a stick, it was a recipe for disaster.

He growled and jumped to you grabbing your hands to keep them away from prodding him. You started laughing again, squirming and battling with him, determined to keep attacking but your giggle fit made it hard to fight back.

As you were laughing you missed yet another rare smile on his face. He didn't know what was going on with him, maybe he was just in a good mood today? He had taken down a group of robbers earlier when he was on patrol, and taking down villains always felt good.

All he knew was that he never wanted the moment to end, it was nice to hear your stupid laughter again, to see you smiling as you tried to match his strength and fight back. He hadn't even realised that some point during your play fight he had knocked you down onto your back and was hovering over you.

He had always been the stronger of the pair so you lost fairly quickly. His hands pinned yours beside your head. "That was a good fight you put up, but it's still not good enough to match up to me." He smirked down at you

You stuck out her tongue at him, panting as you tried to kick your legs at him. Turns out he had thought ahead and pinned those down too. You huffed through your nose, tasting defeat was bitter.

You stared at each other, as the laughter died down so did the playfulness. The atmosphere became serious. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was some sort of unspoken feeling between you both. He gulped, noting the way your hair was sprawled out on the couch beneath you, creating a halo of hair around your head. Your eyes shone as they stared into his, he had never noticed what a nice colour they were, and your lips- they looked so soft..

There was a pull, an invisible red string tugging you closer to each other and connecting your hearts.

But, you both ignored it. He got off of you and sat back. He ran a hand through his hair, you both avoided eye contact.

Looking out the window Bakugo finally noticed that the moon had long ascended into the night sky. Had he been here that long? God, it must be passed midnight but he felt like he had only been here for an hour. He shook his head and stood up, You watched him with parted lips, your heart racing at the tension.

What was that feeling between you two? It was so strong. Did he feel it too? It was sending your head into a spin.

"I should go." He muttered, he didn't want to go, he really didn't but the words were leaving his mouth before he had time to process them.

He had felt it too, and he didn't know how to react. He hadn't felt anything like it before, it made his heart race, he felt weak and he didn't like it. He knew he felt- something for you? But was it enough to call it love?

You looked up at him, giving him a nod, not like he could see since his back was already turned. You stood up, arms wrapping around yourself as you walked him to the door.

There were so many unspoken words between you. So many feelings left unexpressed. You bit your lip, voice caught in your throat as you watched him silently slip on his shoes. He opened the front door, pausing for a second, hesitating... "See ya."

"Bye." You replied as he closed the door behind him.

The appartment suddenly ran cold, silent, a chill running across your skin. The silence cut through your ears like a sharp blade.

You pulled your arms tighter around yourself. How could you deny it? Having him around again had been amazing, even if just for one afternoon. You despised him as a child, but over time, throughout highschool, through building a silent trust, a friendship had formed, and then-… and then somewhere down the line it turned into more.

No matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you loved being around him, you had a strong bond, you had watched him grow and become a better person, you had seen each other at your best and at your worst. You had fought each other but also fought with each other. You cared for each other, you annoyed the hell out of each other, you had been through so much together.

He had always been there, even if you didn't want him to be. You had hated him and you had loved him...

You… loved him…

Your eyes widened, "I.. love him." You muttered, saying it out loud made it all the more real. A feeling of wanting to slap yourself silly for being so blind overcame you.

You loved him! Of course you loved him!!You had always been so focused on school and work that you hadn't even noticed you were growing feelings for your childhood rival?

You couldn't let him go again! How many more months until you got to see each other again? You had always somehow ended up stuck together, it felt like he would always be there but now you had witnessed what life was like without him around… you hated it! For the first time in your life, you wanted him around.

You couldn't sit around in your lonely apartment each day now you knew you were in love with that jerk!

"God damnit! Why did it have to be him." You ran to the door and flung it open, not even thinking of shoes as you ran out into the cold night air. "Maybe he didn't get far-"

You rounded the corner before colliding with what you could only assume was a brick wall. You winced, pulling back and rubbing your nose. You looked up, coming face to face with none other than the man himself.

You stared at each other in shock, he came back for you too? This whole scene, these feelings, neither of you could have ever imagined this is where you would've end up.

"I need to tell you something!" You spoke in unison, making you both cringe.

"You first." He crossed his arms stubbornly, wanting to know you were on the same wave as he was and hadn't just ran after him because he left something.

You sighed, rubbing your arm, glancing away for a second to collect yourself. You hadn't thought this far ahead so you had no idea what to say. You sighed, looking up to meet his eyes, the best way would be to face your feelings head on. No going back! Even if he rejects you, at least he would respect you being blunt with it, he hated when people beat around the bush.

"I love you." You said, your head lifted high. His eyes widened at your bold declaration, his tense demeanour dropping. "I wanted to tell you before you disappear for months again. So there you have it, I'm in love with you. Believe me or not I don't care. I just- mmph!" Hands yanked you forward by your hips, smooth lips molded against your own when he head dipped down.

It took a few seconds to reciprocate, but when you did he pulled you closer. Your hands went to his shoulders to steady yourself, your legs felt weak, but that didn't stop you from kissing back.

You smiled into the kiss, you couldn't help it. Not only did the kiss feel great but the way he had pulled you in for it without wasting time with words was just such a Bakugo thing to do.

"I love you too, dumbass." He muttered when he pulled away, You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head. "You have such a way with words~"

"Shut up." You giggled at him before you went back in for another kiss, longer, holding more passion as your years of pent up feelings finally reached the surface. Your heads tilted and turned, hands roaming each other's bodies, his arms wrapped around you, his body heat protecting your bare skin from the chill of the night.

He backed you up agaisnt the wall. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, you weren't sure how long you had been standing there but it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

It was so late not another soul was to be see. It was just you, him and the city lights.

His hand ran down towards your thigh, only for you both to jump back when the distance sound of a car honking ripped through your serentity.

Panting as you stared at each other, almost not believing you had just msde out with each other. You pressed your fingers to your tingling lips. A smile on your face, "So- uh, wanna come inside for a bit?” the mischief in your eyes did not match the innocent smile on your face. He knew exactly what you were planning, "Fuck yes."

And there was no way he was going to turn it down.

[tortilla-of-courage]

Describing it as being like home is actually pretty accurate yeah.

And YES! I am totally willing to talk about my modern AU.

I've been calling it the Adoption AU because Time ends up adopting all of the boys. It mostly started as, I saw an edit for a tweet someone did with Wars and Wild that involved Taco Bell (cannot remember the blog or post for the life of me though), and so I wrote a thing about Warriors sneaking out of his university dorm to pick up Wild, who snuck out the window despite his broken arm, and then got extorted by Legend in exchange for silence at 3am.

This was followed by a fic where Groose decided spray painting a public building was a good idea and got himself and Sky arrested, set earlier in the timeline.

So then I made a timeline. Twilight is Time and Malon's biological son, and he found Wild on the side of the road one day (Wild's backstory involves a bad car wreck and an underground hospital, but no conspiracy bullshit. Yet). Wild has no memory, so they keep him. Wild brings home Legend, who was told his uncle died at school before a holiday. They then also keep Legend. Malon finds Four in her barn one morning for complicated reasons, and they keep him too. Twilight finds Warriors, who is in his class, hiding in an alley one day after he ran away from an abusive home and brings him home too. SS Impa (who I've nicknamed Shield because there are enough prominent Impas here that they should get nicknames too) is a social worker who's trying to find Sky a home and has run out of options, and turns to Time, who has a record of successfully housing 'unhousable' youths, and asks if he can take one more. He can. Wild finds Hyrule and brings him home because 'Rule needs a shower even more than Wild does. Hyrule stays. Wind's grandma ends up with Wind and his sister but can't financially take care of both and so Wind ends up with the boys and everyone is +1 Grandma.

Twilight has a fic detailing how he knows Midna and Dusk and I ended up shooting him (oops) but at least their social project gets handed in on time.

Then I started hashing out Time's backstory and suddenly this AU had plot. And organized crime. And a conspiracy. And secret societies.

The summarized version is that the gems from OoT are like, Idk what they do yet. Haven't gotten to a point where I need to figure that out yet. But they are Important and have to be carefully guarded. The Great Deku Tree (just called Deku because he's not a tree here) was Time's foster father before Ganondorf killed him. Also, Ganondorf is Deku's half brother. Because. However Time 'stole' the Emerald and he and Navi ran until OoT Impa (Sage) and Lullaby found them. So Time got adopted into Lullaby's family. Ruto inherited the Sapphire from her mother who also died from mysterious circumstances, and Darunia has the Ruby. Lullaby got the Ocarina from her late paternal grandmother.

Then Ganon finds them and tries to steal the Emerald from Time, so Lullaby goes looking for help and thus finds the sages. Saria is an anonymous hacker who uses the screen name 'Kokiri'. Time reveals he didn't steal the Emerald, he was Deku's heir, and then Navi goes missing. Time is home worried enough that he's physically sick, and Ganon decides to try and attack the home. Only Lullaby's family is Olde Money, and they live in a big, old manor, so Lullaby as Sheik decides to play 'Home Alone' with the secret passages in the walls and they piss off Ganon because when did that brat get a sheikah bodyguard??? Sage and Rottla (Lullaby's mother, who is fully sheikah as well) rush home from a thing and Kokiri is running a play by play watching the security cameras.

I pull in my headcanon that Time was killed in the Downfall Timeline by getting impaled on Ganon's tusk and Ganondorf stabs him with the tusk of a mounted boar head and then Sheik shows up to protect his brother, and then Mama gets home and is not happy to find this man in her home attacking her kids. Time is fine, but Navi stays missing. (She's alive tho.)

Also, Time's foster dad was the last leader of a secret society known as The Order of The Lost Woods, and Time learns this upon meeting Tatl, who gets him sucked into another event that would probably make a good action movie. I have thought too much about the Order and it's hierarchy, but what's important here is that Time ends up with a standing job offer and Tatl and he remain friends and we find out how I fit FD into this AU. It's not pretty. This is where Time loses his eye too.

The AoC came out and I added that Link in as Wild's twin brother and he shows up during the main plot.

Which starts with Twi getting kidnapped. (I'm not really meaner to him than the others, I swear, he's just the most logical choice to be Time's heir. Which he is. He doesn't know this though.)

So he's kidnapped by Ganondorf, who broke out of jail, Zant, who shot Twi in highschool, and Ghirahim, who has some history with Sky I haven't fleshed out yet and a very public rivalry with Warriors over twitter. About six weeks later Sage finds him in an abandoned warehouse (because of course) with a shackle on his left arm and a lot of new injuries. He ends up fine, but he tells Time later in the hospital what happened and he's both message and messenger and Time is this close to just committing murder. Tatl talks him down.

Somewhere here is the half finished fic where I introduce AoC Link as Luke/Knight, and this is as far as I've plotted thus far.

Other tidbits: Wild and Lullaby/Sheik are both genderfluid, Lullaby/Sheik married Ruto, Wild has a very popular YouTube channel, Twi does drag racing sometimes, Sky has a pet bird, Four has DID to explain how the Colours are here too, and Wolfie exists in the form of a random wolf-dog Wild found and brought home that Legend somehow convinced half the family was Twilight. Also, Warriors has somehow befriended an entire sorority and he doesn't know how this happened.

This... got long. As you can see I have a lot of thoughts about the Adoption AU. It's gotten a bit away from me, I'll admit. This went from 'Wild does stunts on his motorbike and keeps breaking bones but somehow not the bike' to 'Twilight got kidnapped and Time is the target of a mafia that Ganon runs and also maybe killed a man once' and I don't know how that happened. Also, this is the condensed version of the summary. My actual summary/outline is much, much longer than this. So if there's any detail you want more on, feel free to say so and I'll happily go into more detail (there are so many things I didn't even mention....)

And yes, Robbie having a bong is very important to my best friend, for some reason. He has one in a modern AU and he probably invented one in canon. I happen to agree that this makes sense for his character, if anyone would invent a bong in LoZ it's Robbie (this is such an anticlimactic end to this ask after the stuff about the modern AU...)

Also, sorry for the long ass ask. I genuinely don't know how to condense the Adoption Au down any further. There's a lot of important plot beats to cover, and I still skipped things.

-Attllhak

oh my GOD???? if you ever write and post this somewhere id love to read it, the level of "crazy" conspiracy/action movie elements implemented sound sosososo cool, from Ganondorf being Deku's half brother to trying to "send a message" via Twi and- just- all of this is SO good.i sat here and reread this ask like 3 times as if that would magically spawn more info about it ahaha

there's so much to unpack here but it's honestly so worth it i love every single detail!!! i can imagine the actual outline being way longer, nad honestly that just makes me the more excited/curious about all that might be missing from this ask - i cant believe it started with Wild and Wars going to Taco Bell of all things

also i can totally see Robbie making a bong, no matter the setting or AU. fits him a lot I'd say

and dont worry about long asks!! i adore opening up my askbox to see one ask take over the entire thing, it makes me really happy aha

[afoolforatook]

Hey, I'm really sorry to read about your loss and I hope you're doing ok. I haven't lost a loved one that wasn't a pet before so I don't have any good words or advice. But I just wanted to say I love your writing and your dialogue for fg, and knowing it comes from somewhere special for you makes it even sweeter to read, like it's so soft and personal it's incredible you write it to share with us. So thank you, and I hope you have a good day!

Oh man. Thanks for that hon.

I always feel like there are a bunch of people out there who want to say something to someone they know who’s dealing with grief but they don’t know how or what to say so they don’t.

And on the one hand I got so done with hearing the phrase “sorry for your loss” about three days in to this nightmare. But on the other hand we as a society are completely unprepared to talk about grief openly, and sometimes there’s just nothing else you know to say and that’s fine. Hell im trying to base my career on the topic and just this morning I heard from a friend from highschool that they recently lost someone and I said it then. Honestly I think it’s more a problem when it’s the only thing people say.

Cause I’ve ranted before about how I hate that phrase. But when it’s like this? When there’s actually some kind words to back it up, to show you it’s more than someone just repeating the standard saying to placate your too big emotions that they know how or don’t want to deal with?

It’s very heartwarming.

I know this isn’t really replying exactly to this, but it’s kinda my little soapbox.

Try not to worry about saying exactly the right thing, or advice or whatever when you want to reach out to someone but don’t really understand their grief. Maybe it’s different for others but for me, I will never be anything but touched when someone talks to me or messages me like this. Because one of the biggest things with grief is how isolating it becomes. People don’t understand. It makes them uncomfortable. They don’t know the right things to do or say so they avoid doing or saying anything at all. Or worst, they ignore it. They freeze whenever the persons name is said, or cut them out of old stories.

No one knows how to talk about grief. So, when they eventually experience it themselves, as we all will unfortunately, they have no frame of reference, no outlet, nothing to show them that hey, you’re not broken for not grieving the way the world expects you to.

It’s why I talk about my experience so openly. Why I force myself to put as little of a filter on things as I can (also it just feels better to allow yourself to just be ANGRY or whatever you’re feeling and not apologize for it). And it’s still hard sometimes, especially in creative settings (oh boy critique day during finals earlier this month when I got up and pitched my memoir about how my life fell apart when my girlfriend died?? That was an awkward few minutes).

But not because it’s hard to talk about or because I’m scared of my feelings. But because I’m scared of how people will react. I’m scared of being a downer, of people pitying me, of treating me different, of thinking that because my problems are so obviously tragic and big that means they can’t talk to me about their own issues that they think are lesser than mine.

And I think it’s especially important right now, because we, as a species, are experiencing some major collective trauma, and will have an enormous, complicated, long grieving process that for many of us will be a part of the rest of our lives, whether in the context of lost loved ones or any of the countless other types of loss and grief that can result from this. We’re going to need to be there for each other, and allow ourselves to feel and process and discuss our trauma.

Annnnnnd that was all way more of a rant than you asked for but it’s all to say, thank you. It truly means so much.

In other news HEY! You, my friend, better be expecting some big excited comments/replies when my brain starts working again because you have been absolutely killing it with this kiss series and I am LOVING IT.

Also a note: you know what just /gets/ me? When people say ‘thank you for writing/sharing this’

LIKE YALL

ARE SO SOFT AND GOOD AND KIND AND IM NOW OBLIGATED NO HONORED TO BE YOUR ETERNAL CHEERLEADER IT IS FINAL NO TAKE BACKS

[tybalt-you-saucy-boi]

I kinda just realized I don't really talk to anyone from highschool anymore and I'm kind of sad about it. They've left old group chats, we don't see each other during class, I don't hang out with them at the mall or theatre anymore. I messaged my best friend and it felt weird. She told me her boyfriend broke up with her today. I didn't know she had a boyfriend again, this was the first I'd ever heard of the guy. It's Valentine's Day already and I haven't even given her her Christmas present. How did I let myself drift so far apart from someone who used to own my soul? When did we get so old?

I especially hate how I can only think of bad memories when I look at our pictures, because she just looks so fucking sad. And I look traumatized.

[adventuresinwonderlust]

So I got a surprise message today from an old friend from high school who I haven't spoken to since high school (for context left highschool at 17, I am now almost 25). He said he wanted to reconnect and was upset with how he left things off (he left a year before me and basically he completely cut off myself and our other friend with pretty much no reason why). I was shocked, maybe a little annoyed that it took him this long but I started talking with him regardless because I know something must have pushed him to finally reach out. Turns out he's learning Korean too which is cool, it's amazing how we still share so many interests even after all these years. I just wanted to vent a little cause this is so strange for me, I honestly never expected to speak to him again so it's weird honestly.

Anyway I hope you had a lovely day 💜

Oh wow! That's so freaking cool. A blast from the past can actually be really good for most people. He's has probably grown alot and is ready to be a better friend to you. I think this is such amazing news! Thank you or sharing. You know you can vent anytime my love. I'm always here! I hope things go really well with you both. Have a great day!! 😉💜💜😘