#i'm gonna give it a couple more attempts when my hands are less wobbly

[fidgetspringer]

Testing out the beautiful antique dip pen I was given for christmas with a hasty brain horse.

[kiribakuficrecs]

hello!!! im going on a very long trip at the end of april and I'm looking for some very long fics to download to keep me entertained! i dont care what they're about as long as there's no major character death or mentions of non-con. ur blog is a godsend ilysm and you do such a good job thank you so much 🙏

hi there!! i definitely have a lot of good lengthy fics i can recommend to you!

quote love unquote by newamsterdam 

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”

“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.

“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”

When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

acceptance and denial by poteto

It all goes okay when Kirishima decides to come out to his friends and it all goes wrong when decides that Bakugou is the best fake boyfriend material.

cause the darks not taking prisoners tonight by imatrisarahtops

“Are those soba noodles?” Kirishima asked.

Again Bakugou’s only reply was a grunt. He offered no further explanation—not that Kirishima honestly expected one—as though making soba noodles from scratch at half past four in the morning wasn’t at all a bizarre occurrence and made complete and total sense. For a fleeting moment, Kirishima even wondered if maybe he was the odd one here. Besides, he’d already decided it was generally not in his best interest to question these types of things with Bakugou, especially when it was something essentially harmless.

When Kirishima has a nightmare and is unable to fall back asleep, he accepts defeat and decides to study in the common area of the dorms. What he doesn't expect to find is Bakugou, also very much awake, and Kirishima can't help but think that maybe they're both having the same problems with sleeping. If he's worried, it's just because they're friends. (Right?)

the weight of your hand by kamin

That night, to the citizens, the explosions were a jolt of fear at every blast, but to the heroes and the students of UA, they were punches and swings, fierce fighting and loud strength. The explosions were the pulse of the battle, and the power of a boy that would never back down.

One after another, explosions set a chorus through the shuddering city.

And then, suddenly—the explosions stopped.

(In which Bakugou’s kidnapping goes a little differently, and just a few seconds could change so much.)

so take my hand (your life will be brighter) by multiclassmaps

When a stranger shows up at the ice rink during Bakugou's usually private training sessions, Bakugou expects to hate him. He doesn't expect to develop feelings that become increasingly difficult to deny, or for them to help each other sort through their emotional baggage. - Bakugou really didn't like Kirishima's smile. There was something about it that made his stomach hurt, something about it that made it difficult to focus. He definitely hadn't thought about that smile on his way to the ice rink that day. He definitely hadn't.

distance makes the heart grow fonder (false) by dragontrappedinhumanskin

When Bakugo and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that forces them to literally stick together or face the less then desirable consequences, how the fuck is Bakugo supposed to keep his crush hidden?! Well, turns out he never needed to.

-- “Well, this fucking sucks, how are we supposed to train?!” "Really closely?"

perihelion by tauontauoff

Bakugou was a comet, blazing out of reach. Kirishima knew he was stupidly lucky that his furious trajectory went by close enough that his fingertips got to graze the cowl of fire. It was enough.

During Christmas Class 1A and 1B spend a laid-back week learning about extreme environment hero work in the Alps. Kirishima was used to keeping part of his feelings for Bakugou hidden, and had every intention of keeping it that way, but things don't always go according to plan.

fight me by mr_todoroki

Bright red, spiky hair. Annoyingly bright smile. Clothes that radiate ‘look at me’ vibes. Neon yellow tank top with black shorts. And those were definitely crocs on his fucking feet.

Yeah, Katsuki hated this guy.

-

Bakugou gets a new roommate.

quietly by chezka

“We’ve been taking the same way to and from school for weeks,” Kirishima grinned, and then when Bakugou frowned at him he put on an affected pout, tilted his head so that he was looking at him through his thick, long lashes, “you never noticed? Am I that easy to miss?”

He could barely finish the sentence before a laugh escaped his lips, and Bakugou rolled his eyes, hit him with a shoulder a little more violently than necessary.

“You stick out like a sore thumb, broom-head,” he grumbled, promptly ignoring Kirishima's whining about his hairstyle when it started coming, “I didn’t notice ‘cause I didn’t care.”

“And now you do?”

everyone knows that cats are independent by purplepersnickety

Eijirou enjoys his job, working the graveyard shift at a 24/7 coffee shop. His daemon Riot is always there to keep him company, and he likes meeting the early-morning patrons and giving them the best possible kick-start to their day. It's been his routine for about a year now.

Then one day, a grouchy guy with a daemon in the form of a lion walks into the shop in the dead of night, and Eijirou decides to strike up a conversation with him.

punks not dead by wrunic

“So you want to use me to piss off your mom?” Kirishima summarized, raising one pierced eyebrow at Katsuki.

“Look, if you want to be all fucking judgy about it, I take cash,” Katsuki said, dropping his hand palm up on the table.

“Hey now,” Kirishima said, raising his hands in surrender, “I didn’t say I wasn’t doing it. I’m always down for a little chaos.” He flashed a grin, showing off his ridiculous shark teeth.

“Good,” Katsuki said. “We start tomorrow."

sent, delivered, read, loved by kiribakuhappiness

Kirishima E. [6.49pm]: ur okay for such an angry dude bakugou! :)

Bakugou K. [7.12pm]: FUCK YOU!

Kirishima E. [7.14pm]: haha! :D ttyl!

Bakugou K. [7.48pm]: FUCKING WHAT DO THOSE DUMB LETTERS MEAN???

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: I JUST LOOKED IT UP DONT FUCKING TALK TO ME LATER!

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: STOP TXTING ME!!!

- OR -

Bakugou's and Kirishima's relationship develops from classmates to friends to more, as told through their text conversations.

flicker by mr_todoroki

He was starting to feel depressed. Life was so uninteresting. It was so mundane and forgettable. He had no one to hang out with besides Kota, his family didn’t even live in the city.

He grew his hair out as some sort of rebellion, some sort of stand to make his life the slightest bit more interesting. But he could already feel himself giving in to the pressure of cutting it. He needed to work to live. Without a job, he’d truly have nothing.

OR

Kirishima never applied to UA, therefore never became a hero.

let’s get down to business by kjelfalconer

Katsuki Bakugou, one of the brightest rising stars on wall street, is in need of a new personal assistant. Again. Could Eijirou Kirishima finally be the one to last more than two months?

Katsuki's long suffering HR department sure hope so.

something about us by bigstupidjellyfish

nothing like being in highschool and having no idea how to deal with emotions

fireproof by inkbender

Four years after a classmate nobody seems to remember is kidnapped by the League of Villains, Kirishima drags an amnesiac hobo he found washed up on the beach into his apartment, attempts to teach him how to adult (with varying degrees of success), and discovers along the way that the line between heroism and villainy is quite fine indeed. Plot-divergent after episode 45, the Forest Training Camp arc.

blood riot by magicallee (alternatively)

Kirishima from a universe with no quirks is mind-swapped with an alternate universe version of himself where there are superpowers.

And in that universe he’s a super villain.

And Bakugou is the superhero who caught Evil-Kirishima and put him in prison.

blindside by drowclericpelor

“You’re the first guy friend I’ve had that I can just like, be friends with. You’re either the most unthirstiest boy ever...” Camie shrugged and made another wobbly illusion appear between her hands. It looked like a sparkly rainbow with the word ‘friendship’ beneath it, accompanied by what Bakugou assumed was supposed to be a twinkling sound effect, but it had a tinny quality to it and sounded far away. “...or I just ain’t got the kinda straw you like to ssssip.”

Carefully, Bakugou considered the strange turn this conversation had taken.

He had never been asked, point blank, if he was gay before. And he honestly had never thought about how he would respond. Lying about himself didn’t sit right with him. But he’d always wanted to wait until he was the number one hero - when he stood above everyone else - before coming out. Though he’d had times when he’d thought about doing it before then and had almost gone through with it once. But being the number one hero came first. It wouldn’t matter what people would say about it then as long as he’d risen to the top.

Bakugou knew his lack of a response would give Camie all the answers she needed.

flour power by wingsonghalo

“I’m telling you now, Shitty Hair,” the blonde growled, “I am not gonna play house with you. We will cart this stupid flour around for a week like the assignment says. But some of our idiot classmates are naming the thing and setting up ‘playdates’ and dressing it and I am not doing anything that stupid. Got it?”

Kirishima and Bakugou are paired up to take care of a flour sack for a week. It would be so simple, except nothing with Bakugou is ever simple. Also Kirishima might be kinda sorta completely head over heels for him.

sunchaser by chonideno

that feeling when you suddenly want to jump off a cliff for no reason but instead of a cliff it’s your best friend and instead of jumping it’s growing feelings out of nowhere

or how Bakugou has to try really hard not to throw everything to the wind, and Kirishima doesn't help

i also have a tag specifically for fics that reach somewhere between 30k-70k words long if you wanted to check that out as well! i hope you enjoy the fics here and that i was able to help, ily enjoy your trip!!! :D 

[almost-sweet-music]

Could you please do an imagine where it turns out that Damon's s/o is actually the Gallaghers younger sister? I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I have a tendency to do that to people. 🌼🍒You're nice.

(Ending is a bit rushed, sorry about that I might change it in the future)

Happy birthday Damon 💘❤💓💙💛💗💕💕💜💛💟💞💚💘❤💓

______

As it turns out, dating a famous person is hard. It’s even harder when that famous person is in the middle of a band fight between two most popular groups at the time. It also doesn’t help that the group your significant other is in a fight with features two of your brothers and they don’t know about it.

But that was your life.

And your life was pretty damn hard.

Especially while being a Gallagher dating an Albarn.

Often you found yourself trying to find a reason for why you couldn’t hang out with Damon when you knew your brothers were in town. The possibility of running into either Liam or Noel or worse, both of them in a bar or even on the street was far too dangerous.

It hurt turning him down but having moved to London you managed to keep your last name a secret. You were younger than your brothers. Well, only a year younger than Liam but still they managed to shield you away from their fame and the consequences that followed.You also didn’t have the face that’d be similar to any of the two so you weren’t easily recognizable either. That way you could still live like every other person with a normal job and a normal love life without the name “Gallagher” looming over you.___

“What is it this time, Y/N?” You heard Damon’s voice on the other side of the line. Even though you couldn’t see his face you knew by the tone of his voice he was getting frustrated.

“Damon I… listen…” A deep sigh echoed in the phone. “Please, can we not do this again? Look, I’m not feeling too well and-”

“No, no, no. You can’t use that excuse anymore. I don’t believe it anymore. Get dressed cause I’m going to pick you up in… Ten minutes.”

“Damon…” you cringed at his statement.

“And I swear to god if you pretend you’re not home or you don’t let me in I’m gonna break your window, crawl through there and kidnap you.” You couldn’t help but crack a small smile after he said that.

“I live on the second floor, Damon…”

“I have my ways. See you in 10.” and with that, he hung up. You sighed and put down the phone.

The truth why you didn’t want to go anywhere or see Damon today was the fact that Oasis was supposed to have a concert in London the day after and your brothers were going to stay at your place for some time. They were supposed to come tomorrow morning and you knew exactly how you would end up if you met up with Damon tonight. Unfortunately, resisting his charm was to most very hard, to you….Impossible.

And so, In the end, you did start dressing up. You put on some nice clothes and just as you started putting on makeup as well you heard your doorbell ring. ‘That bastard…’ you thought. He was exactly right on time, as usual, when it came to you.

“IT’S OPEN!” you yelled and a couple seconds later Damon came in your bedroom.

“Still not ready?” He said rolling his eyes jokingly.

“You seriously need to give me a little more time than 10 minutes to get ready love.” You replied. He sighed and flopped on your bed.

“Where you wanna go?” He asked. You raised one brow as you were putting on eyeshadow.

“I thought you had an idea?”

“I don’t.” Damon got off the bed again and came up behind you. He snaked his arms around your waist and put his face in the crook of your neck, making you chuckle. “Just wanted to spend some time with my girl~” You laughed.

“Sure you did.” Damon gasped, faking hurt.

“You know how dare you. Of course, I want to spend time with you. Mind you, it’s you that always calls off plans and doesn’t want to hang out.” You sighed and put down the eyeshadow palette. You turned around and looked at your boyfriend sadly. His hands moved down to rest on your hips, tracing small circles on them.

“I…I know, I know…And..I’m sorry if it seems as if I don’t care about us. Really, I do. It’s just…” you stopped for a second. “Ah…It’s hard to put into words… maybe one day I’ll tell you.” Damon frowned and his grip on your hips tightened.

“Wait… What are you talking about?  You’re not in trouble are you?” He looked straight into your eyes with deep concern painted on his face.

Fuck.

“Oh..God no Damon I’m fine.” He didn’t seem to believe that as the frown remained on his façade. “Seriously, baby… You don’t need to worry about me okay?” You gently caressed his cheek and smiled reassuringly. “I should’ve used better words. Now you’re going to worry for no reason.”

“Y/N if there’s anything that I-”

“Damon, stop.” You cut him off. “There’s just something I’m not ready to tell you yet okay? I will tell you what it is though. Just not right now. Forget about it, it’s really not that important.”

But it was important. Frankly, one of the most important things right now.

Of course, he had the right to know but the consequences scared you so much you just couldn’t.

He sighed. “…Okay. I’ll believe you for now but that doesn’t mean I’m not concerned anymore.” You smiled.

“Fair enough.”_____

Throughout the whole evening, you kept thinking of what you said just hours ago. Damn, that was close. You knew he was thinking about it too but as time progresses and as more drinks entered your bodies it all started to matter less and when you were coming back home at half past 11 at night nothing mattered at all.

You reached your doorstep, a wobbling, laughing mess drunk out of your mind. This was the first time in weeks you got to hang out with Damon like this and as usual, you went overboard.

He was smoking a cigarette. His favorite and one you in time got used to as well. You held his hand as you stopped before your door and swirled around like a drunk ballerina in high heels.

“I gotta go up.” You mumbled out.

“Can I go with you?” Damon asked throwing his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it with his shoe.

“Hmm…Nope.” you giggled.

“C’mooooon… Let’s have some fun huh?” He smiled and wrapped his arms around you sloppily. “I want youuu~” You bit your lip. Your drunk and your sober sides battled in your head whether you should let him or not but then his lips found your sweet spot on your neck and you were gone…

“Get up.”_______

A ring of the doorbell and your eyes shoot open. Momentarily you gasp and jump out the bed much to Damon’s disapproval and attempt to keep you in bed and preserve heat. Quickly, you put on a robe and close the bedroom door behind you as you jog to the front one.

You knew exactly who that was and you were definitely NOT prepared.

Your head hurt like a mother fucker. The pulsing pain was just everywhere and you don’t think you were ever this hungover.

You took a deep breath and unlock the door. Before you stood both your brothers with giant grins on their faces and big travel bags by their feet.

“Ayeee Y/N!!” Liam cheered pulling you into a tight hug. “Did we wake ya up?” You forced a smile and nodded.

“It’s nothing. I’m glad you did. Sorry I overslept. I got a couple drinks with friends yesterday.” Noel laughed.

“Well well well… Watch out for that, kid. You never know who you might end up with in the mornin’.” He and Liam laughed but all you could do is chuckle nervously. “We learned that the hard way. Seriously, never get drunk in fockin’ Manchester. You think you scored you wake up in the mornin’ and turns out ya shagged fockin’ Bigfoot.” You giggled.

“Yeah alright I don’t know what you guys are doing or where you’re going at night and frankly, I don’t wanna know.” You said with a smile.

“Just a warning girl, the Londoners ain’t better.” Liam added before he plopped down on your couch.

“I always had bigger standards than you two wankers ever had.” You pointed out.

You were about to go to the kitchen to get yourself some aspirin when you froze. To your horror, you heard the door to your bedroom slowly open.

Fuck. Oh FUCK.

You didn’t know what to do. Should you run there and lock Damon in so he doesn’t come out and see your brothers? But then they’ll know you brought someone with you last night and they’ll want to know who. Or worse, they’ll go and open the door themselves and god knows you won’t be able to stop them. But… if he does come out then…

It was too late.

“…What the FUCK is HE DOING HERE?” You squeezed your eyes shut the moment you heard Liam shout out.

You sighed and turned around. Damon was standing by the door to your bedroom, shocked and still ⅓ asleep. Both Liam and Noel were standing by the couch looking as if they were ready to murder him.

“DID YOU SCREW OUR DAMN SISTER YOU BASTARD?” It was Noel’s turn to raise his voice.

“God please don’t shout…” You pleaded, taking a step closer to them.

“Y/N what’s going on?” Damon asked now fully awake.

“I…” You didn’t know what to even say.

“Oh I’ll tell you what’s going on you fockin’ bastard-” You grabbed Noel’s arm before he could swing his fist at your boyfriend.

“NOEL STOP.” You shouted.

“This better be a fockin one-night stand Y/N.” Liam hissed.

“Guys can we… Can we please just sit down for a second?” You asked letting go of Noel’s arm. Hesitantly,  they agreed.

—

“Care to explain what is going on here?” Liam asked. You were sitting next to Damon not sure what to even say.

“I… I wasn’t completely honest with all of you…” you started. “And…” You sighed and looked around. They were all looking at you. “Okay fine. Fine, you know what? Here’s the truth:” First, you turned your head in Damon’s direction.”Damon, Liam and Noel are my brothers. I am a Gallagher.” next,  you turned to the two “Liam, Noel, Damon is my boyfriend. I’m sorry I’ve been keeping all of this a secret but I knew that this was going to end this stupid fucking way.”

Silence fell in the room. Both your brothers and Damon were shocked and speechless.

Oh no… You thought. You prepared yourself that someone will probably leave the room… But no one did.

“This… it's… it’s a bit shocking…” Damon was the first one to say something. You looked at him and nodded.

“Sorry…” You said weakly on the verge of tears.

“It’s shocking that you kept it from me for so long.” You frowned.

“Wait… What?” Damon sighed and grabbed your hand.

“Do you really think I would’ve cared? Y/N, honestly… I love you. I don’t care who you’re related to.”

“Yeah… and we…” Noel started “As long as you’re happy and he treats you right I don’t think we have the right to intervene in your relationship. Even though I’d just love to murder this cunt right about now for even holding your hand. ”

“It don’t mean we’re gonna like the guy…” Liam pointed at Damon “…or anything though. Just… we’ll try to tolerate him. But you fucker do one thing wrong to her and I’ll bash your fockin head in you bastard.” Damon scoffed,  offended but you just laughed.

“I… To be honest I don’t know how to respond to that…” You giggled.

“I don’t blame you…” Damon growled but he softened up when you giggled again and side hugged him. “I’m going to go now Y/N. You have fun miss Gallagher and I’ll see you later yeah?” He asked smiling. You nodded.

“Yeah go, go.” You grinned.

When he was out the door both Liam and Noel immediately relaxed.

“Damn guys…he intimidates y'all that much?” They scoffed.

“That cunt? Never.” Liam growled, making you roll your eyes.

“Mhmmm…suuure.”

____

Later in the day you were on the phone with Damon.

“So that’s why you turned me down all those times?” He asked.

“Yep… they were usually in town for a gig or something. Sorry bout that.”

“No worries. I imagine it’ll be a little hard but I’ll try not to think that these dumbasses are your brothers…” You sighed jokingly.

“Oh c'mon Damon… you can handle it…”

“Yeah yeah… But you know what? I think that now that I know your last name is Gallagher and not Y/L/N like you lied to me, the best thing to do is you to marry me so you could be called something pretty like Albarn instead.” You rolled your eyes.

“Of course Damon of course…”