#pre relationship implied

[thepollyjustice]

Ok Apollo, as the local manganime connoisseur.... Does Klavier has yaoi hands?

He sighs. “No.. They’re smaller, longer, and a bit feminine, so not quite.”

“N- Not that I noticed that, or anything…”

[amidnightjen]

“What the hell is this?!”

The words startle Steve awake more effectively than his alarm ever managed and he flails a bit, almost falling off the couch until he recognises Dustin looming over him, hands on hips looking extremely unimpressed.

(Later Steve will have time to be fondly amused that the gesture came from him.)

“Henderson?” he asks, blinking up at the kid with bleary eyes. “Jesus, what time is it?”

“6:30,” Dustin informs him.

“In the morning?” he croaks.

“Yes, in the morning!” Dustin snaps. “What the hell is this Steve?”

Steve is still mostly asleep, he knows he looks like a mess and he also knows that he and Dustin did not have any sort of plans that would give him reason to be waking Steve up at six-fucking-thirty in the morning. So he says, “Sleep, Henderson. It’s sleep.”

Dustin does not look amused by this. “Do you always fall asleep on the couch with Eddie?”

Steve blinks up at Dustin, confused. “What? Eddie?”

Dustin gestures behind Steve and Steve, against his better judgement, turns his head to find that Eddie is in fact on the couch behind him. Turning put him face-to-face with the other man and Steve just sort of blinks in befuddlement before wondering aloud, “Jesus Christ how is he still asleep?” Because he genuinely has no idea how anyone could be sleeping through Dustin’s sheer volume.

“That’s all you have to say?” Dustin demands.

“It’s early,” Steve complains.

“You’re sleeping with Eddie!”

“Well i was,” Steve groaned, “right up until you started shouting. Why are you even here?”

“Sleeping. With. Eddie,” Dustin repeats in case it was lost on Steve the first time.

“It’s six thirty in the morning!” Steve points out. Again. What else was he supposed to be doing at that time of day?

“Sleeping with Eddie!” Dustin repeats like a bad record, needle skipping back and forth.

Steve is too tired for this. “Make sense or go away and come back in two hours.”

“Steve,” and Dustin sounds very serious now, “are you having sex with Eddie?”

“…no?” He squints at Dustin, a little concerned about the kid’s knowledge of sex if he’s asking that when Steve is lying fully clothed and half asleep next to an equally fully clothed and still asleep Eddie.

Dustin does not find this funny. “Then what the hell is this? Why are you cuddling on the couch?”

Relieved, Steve says, “Oh, you didn’t mean that literally.” Then he shrugs. “We must have fallen asleep down here.”

“You fell asleep cuddling on the couch?” Dustin’s voice is very dry.

“…i guess?” Steve doesn’t actually know how the cuddling came about - would he call it cuddling? - but he gets the feeling he should be more worried about what Dustin is insinuating than he is. Mostly because, “Seriously, why the hell are you here so early?”

“Apparently, to catch you and Eddie snuggling on the couch,” Dustin snipes. “Is this going to be a thing?”

Steve looks long and hard at Eddie, doesn’t let himself sink too deeply into the thoughts or the fears, just looks at him and then he says to Dustin, “Yeah, probably.”

Dustin’s outrage is not faked this time and it is loud enough to finally wake Eddie.

[morganski-19]

The One with the Stolen Clothes

 Eddie walks into Steve and Robin’s apartment to bother them, because he’s bored, and Robin dramatically gasps. Then throws a ball of paper at Steve when he walks out of his bedroom.

“What the fuck was that for?” he asks, thoroughly confused.

Robin gestures over to Eddie with wide eyes. Steve raises an eyebrow, still confused. Eddie just looked between the two of them, trying to decipher what they are silently communicating. Robin rolls her eyes.

“Eddie, where did you get that shirt?”

Eddie glances down at his shirt, having just pulled it out of the laundry basket before walking over here. “The laundry basket on the couch. Why?”

“No, like what place?”

He shrugs. “Thrift store probably, I don’t listen to this bad, but the logo’s cool.”

Robin dramatically stands up. “I knew it. That’s my shirt.”

Eddie makes a confused face. “How would your shirt end up in my apartment?”

Steve’s eyes widen. “I think I know. Remember when you stayed over here a few nights ago, and you borrowed some of my clothes. You said that you would wash them and then return them, but never did. I’m pretty sure that was the shirt you borrowed.”

“Huh, guess so. Sorry Buck, I’ll have to wash it again before giving it back to you.”

“Yeah fine, whatever,” Robin groans.

Steve snaps, like he just made a big realization. “That’s why you threw the paper at me.”

“It always come back to you stealing shit out of my closet.”

“Not my fault you like to wear baggy shirts.”

“You still wear it even if it’s not baggy,” Robin raises her voice. “Half my closet is stuff that you stretched out.”

Steve huffs. “That is so not true. And you steal my shit all the time, it’s like our thing.”

“Not when you lend someone else my clothes,” she points to Eddie, bringing him back into this conversation. “And I don’t care if it’s not washed, I’d like it back.”

Eddie shrugs. “I’ll go change then.”

He leaves the apartment and returns to his own. Nancy giving him an odd look when he walks through the door.

“Is that you’re shirt?” Nancy asks, sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop.

“Apparently not. It’s Robin’s.” Eddie goes to his room to change, double checking that this shirt is actually his.

“How’d you end up with Robin’s shirt?” Nancy asks, turning her head to the hall when a loud scream is heard from the other apartment.

Eddie matches her expression, thinking it’s probably not a good idea to go over there again. “Steve accidentally lent it to me. Apparently, he steals her clothes a lot.”

Nancy hums. “Yeah, it’s been a problem for years. But she does it to. When I roomed with her in college, she would steal my sweatshirts all the time.”

“I’m still surprised you guys didn’t date back then. You practically were from the sound of it.” There’s another scream from the across the hall. “Should we intervene?”

“Nah, they’ll be fine. We probably would have dated in college if I knew I was bi back then. But I didn’t, so we sort of missed it.”

Eddie faces Nancy. “And now?”

“Now,” Nancy says, still facing the door. “Whatever we might have had back then is gone. Robin and I are just friends. All we’ll ever be.”

“Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you think Robin doesn’t like you back.”

“Because I believe it. What we have,” Nancy takes a deep breath. “I’d rather be her friend forever than risk losing her to some shitty breakup. I almost lost Steve when we broke up in college, and then Jonthan when we broke up two years ago. I got lucky twice, I’m not risking being lucky again.”

Eddie sits down next to Nancy at the table. “But are you really going to stop yourself from trying. Maybe this time, you won’t have to be lucky. Everything could work out.”

“Are you still holding yourself back after your dick head of an ex-boyfriend broke up on you?” Nancy asks already knowing the answer.

“Got me there. When did life get so complicated?”

Nancy huffs. “Life was so much easier when we were in high school. The biggest thing we had to worry about were classes and shitty after school jobs. Not this.”

“Remember that hiding spot we found in the library?”

“Yeah,” Nancy smiles. “Right behind the non-fiction isle by the teachers lounge. Everything felt better there.”

“Do you ever wish you could go back in time, just for life to feel simpler again? Or to change something in hopes it would make your future better.”

“Sometimes. I think if I did, the one thing I would change is us falling out of touch. Everything else, I think was just fine enough.”

Eddie plays with his rings. “I’m sorry that I stopped reaching out when you went off to school. Just felt like you didn’t need me anymore, with all your new college friends and classes and shit. You didn’t need me dragging you back to that town. You were so much better than them.”

“I’m sorry I let you. Wasn’t just you’re doing. I wanted to separate as much from home as possible, you just happened to be in the crossfire.”

Robin bursts through the apartment door, finding Eddie with a glare. “My shirt,” she demands.

“Right, here,” he tosses her the shirt and she leaves. “We really need to start locking that door.”

Nancy winces. “Yeah. Why’d Steve lend you the shirt anyway?”

“Not the reason you think. We were too high and tired to stand up fully, so he just let me stay over.”

“Damn, thought you two were done being stupid.”

Eddie laughs. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen until you and Robin stop being stupid.”

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[rockgodklav]

how do you invite your crush to one of your own concerts with a 20% off ticket 😭 capitalism truly won.

“Acchhh…. Don’t remind me!”

[prismatoxic]

just saw someone call dunmeshi "a show about sapphic women" i think maybe you don't actually know what dungeon meshi is about

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 8 - Three rounds

Hitoshi drags himself through the hallway, not thinking about how much farther he’ll have to go, but just focusing on the fact that he’ll arrive at the kitchen eventually.

The kitchen where Bakugo will be—not waiting, because he denies doing shit like that—and where Hitoshi will get to slump over the table and listen to Bakugo rant about whatever bullshit the Bakusquad pulled now and like that Hitoshi won’t have to think about his foster parents, or his aching ribs, or the fact that soon all of this will be over, or that he hasn’t slept in almost two days.

He won’t have to think about any of that, if only he can make it to the kitchen.

Hitoshi refuses to admit that his eyes almost burn with relief when he sees warm light shine in the hallway because he’s so, so close and he can even hear Bakugo shuffle around already which only makes him pick up the pace.

He’s too tired to remember quite how this started, their late night meetings and subsequent talks, but Hitoshi has never been more grateful for a anything in his life because even though it means his and Bakugo’s sleep is shit it’s also some kind of refuge for the both of them.

Hitoshi finally manages to enter the kitchen, immediately engulfed in the smell of whatever delicious thing Bakugo is baking now and he makes a beeline for the table.

Bakugo peers over his shoulder before he goes back to whatever it was he did before but he does snark out a “Took you long enough, zombie face”.

Hitoshi can’t find the energy to answer him, so instead he simply slumps over the table, barely managing to plant his ass in the chair in the first place.

He only lifts his face out of his folded arms when something is being put down in front of him and it’s to come face to face with a steaming mug of tea.

“Thanks,” he mutters, as he wraps his hands around the mug, leeching its warmth and shuddering when it dips too close to burning.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” Bakugo declares as he sits down next to Hitoshi, his own mug in his hand and Hitoshi squints at him. These 4am talks are really taking it out of him, even though he wouldn’t trade it for the world. “We’re going to play three rounds of rock, paper, scissors.”

“For what?” Hitoshi blinks in confusion, because this is not part of their almost nightly routine.

“If you win, I’ll drop it,” Bakugo goes on as if he hadn’t heard Hitoshi. “When I win, you’ll tell me what the fuck’s been going on with you the last few days.”

Instantly every barrier Hitoshi has ever created for himself comes slamming back up and he sits up, leaning away from Bakugo, schooling his face into casual disinterest.

“Nothing’s been going on with me,” he coolly gives back and Bakugo snorts into his tea.

“Wanna try that again? You’re not a very good liar, sleep-deprived as you are, so cut the bullshit. Something’s going on and you’re destroying yourself over it, so you’re going to spit it out and then we’ll handle whatever bullshit is putting that look on your face.”

Hitoshi huffs out a weak laugh. If only it were that easy.

“You sound awfully confident. What if you can’t fix it?” he asks, aware that he’s already admitting that there’s something broken, but by now he knows Bakugo well enough to know that he’s not going to drop this.

“Then we’ll find someone who can,” Bakugo gives back with a shrug and Hitoshi can’t help how his thoughts turn to Aizawa.

But this is probably not something he can fix, either.

“I could just go back to bed and not play your stupid games,” he says instead of acknowledging his thoughts and Bakugo gives him a mean smile.

“We’re stuck in the dorms together. How long do you think you can dodge me, huh?”

“Considering I’m going to be an underground hero, this might be good training for me,” Hitoshi gives back and enjoys the anger that flashes over Bakugo’s face.

It’s always a good look on him. Not that there are bad looks, but—Hitoshi forces himself to concentrate on the tea in his hands.

“Considering I’m going to hunt down villains, it might also be for me,” Bakugo shoots back and even though Hitoshi knows he doesn’t mean it like that, didn’t even imply that he thought of Hitoshi as a villain, he can’t help but to flinch.

Bakugo notes it with a frown but before he can say anything else, Hitoshi cuts him off.

“Fine, we play your stupid game. You know I could just take control of you and make you lose on purpose, right?”

“And live with the shame of that? You’re better than that.” It’s said tauntingly, as if Bakugo wants to rile him up some more, but in all honesty, it only makes Hitoshi feel warm all over because it’s not often that people assume he’s good. At all.

“Come on then,” Hitoshi grumbles and holds out a fist, ready to get this over with.

He doesn’t allow himself to think about what he’s going to do if he loses, because that way lies madness, but a cold shudder runs down his back when Bakugo grins at him. There’s not even a reason for him to be this cocky, because this is entirely up to chance and Hitoshi doesn’t understand how Bakugo can be so confident as to think he’ll win this.

“You ready?”

“Bring it.”

They each shake their fists three times before Hitoshi holds out his flat hand only to find Bakugo sticking out two fingers.

“Scissors beat paper,” he smugly says and Hitoshi glares at him.

“Again,” he demands and Bakugo only smirks.

They shake again and this time Hitoshi goes for rock himself only to be faced with paper from Bakugo, who seems too goddamn pleased for Hitoshi’s taste.

“You cheated,” Shinsou accuses him even though there’s no way for him to have done that and Bakugo doesn’t even grace him with an answer for that.

“Now tell me what the fuck’s been going on with you,” he instead says and Hitoshi opens his mouth to argue some more before all the energy suddenly leaves him.

He doesn’t want to argue, not here, not at this time of night, not with Bakugo and if he talks now it’s not like he’s weak for giving in, for whining, right? Bakugo won fair and square and Hitoshi is only upholding their bet.

“Fine,” he mutters under his breath and slumps back over the table, burying his face in his arms again, because he might talk, but he doesn’t have to look at Bakugo while he does it. “My foster parents are going to pull me out of this school,” he admits and he feels Bakugo freeze at his side.

“Why the fuck would they do that, now that you’ve finally made it to the hero course? Shouldn’t they be proud of you? You beat the fucking odds after all.”

Hitoshi lets out a derisive snort at that.

“Proud right,” he gives back. “Proud enough to lay in on me more, maybe, claiming it’d be good training to get beat up regularly,” he bitterly says and then goes right on before Bakugo can say anything to that. “It’s not the kind of foster family that does being proud. They took me for the money. I’m still marked as high-risk, so they get three times the amount of money for agreeing to foster me. They are scared that I’ll get myself killed with all the villain attacks and then they couldn’t cash in for me.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“That’s some fucked up bullshit,” Bakugo finally says and Hitoshi snorts. What a way to sum up his life. “They beat you?”

Hitoshi shrugs, which his ribs don’t thank him for, but he’s not about to let Bakugo know that. Even though he already seems to know, going by the way his eyes drop to Hitoshi’s middle.

“Why not ask for help?” he then wants to know and Hitoshi can’t help the bitter twist of his mouth.

“Yeah, right. Because anyone with the power to actually be able to help is going to believe the brainwashing, volatile orphan. I don’t have a good track record with authority figures.”

“You do know that the caterpillar would help you, right?” Bakugo wants to know and Hitoshi clams up at the mention of Aizawa.

“He’s busy enough already. Why would he care about any of that?”

“You’re so goddamn fucking stupid,” Bakugo breathes out. “He cared enough about all of us to risk his life for us two days in. He took you in as his personal student, course he’s going to fucking care. I bet you that he’s going to drop whatever he’s doing to help you.”

“It’s the middle of the night. He’s probably asleep and you know how he likes his sleep.”

“And I’m telling you he’d be down here in seconds for you,” Bakugo shoots back and Hitoshi blinks, slow and sluggish.

“What would you know,” he finally settles on and startles when Bakugo leans down, so he can properly look Hitoshi in the eyes.

“I asked for help,” he admits after a moment and it’s surprising enough that Hitoshi only stares at him. “The hag, she’s—it’s not easy at home. Not like for you, but—anyway, I told him about that and now she can’t pull me out of school for stupid reasons anymore, because U.A. has partial custody over me."

“What? They can do that?”

“I mean, it’s a bit different cause the hag agreed to it, signed some shitty paper or whatever, but yeah. And I think it can’t hurt to ask, you know. Maybe they can help.”

“That’s surprising, considering it’s you,” Hitoshi says, mostly to give himself some time to think.

“Fuck you. I learned to ask for help. It might not be easy but that’s just another hurdle to overcome, right?”

That is such a Bakugo thing to say that it makes Hitoshi laugh, though he tries to stifle it into his arms.

“Fine, I guess. I’ll tell Aizawa tomorrow.”

“You won’t,” Bakugo says and then takes out his phone and dials a number before Hitoshi can leap at him.

It rings two times before the call is picked up, accompanied by a grunt.

“We need you in the kitchen,” Bakugo says. “It’s Shinsou.”

“Coming,” is the only answer he gets and Hitoshi doesn’t like that self-assured, smug look on Bakugo’s face when he hangs up.

“Told you,” he says and Hitoshi burrows his face back in his arms.

If he doesn’t come out then he can’t see and then he won’t have to deal with any of this and that hopeful thought lasts as long as it takes Aizawa to enter the kitchen and snap out a gruff “What’s wrong?”

A small part of Hitoshi hadn’t believed that Aizawa would come down here in the middle of the night, just for him, without any kind of explanation and he blames his tiredness for the way his eyes burn when he feels a careful hand on his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Aizawa asks again, a bit more gently this time and Hitoshi is still trying to find his voice when Bakugo speaks up for him.

“His foster family is shit. They are abusing him and they are going to take him out of U.A. Do something about that, would you?”

Aizawa is clearly taking that in because for a long moment it’s silent and then “Hitoshi?”

“What he said,” Hitoshi finally mutters, because he’s tired and he can’t find the words anyway and Aizawa’s hand on his shoulder briefly tightens.

“Okay,” he says and when he offers nothing more a desperate laugh builds up in Hitoshi’s chest.

Of course that’s it. Of course there is nothing else, because just like he knew there will be no help for him.

“So what the fuck are you going to do about it?” Bakugo spits out and the following silence is heavy, making Hitoshi believe that Bakugo and Aizawa are engaging in a weird eye-contact conversation so he doesn’t overhear anything.

Maybe he should just drag himself up and away, so they don’t have to jump through hoops for him.

“Every teacher at U.A. is required to keep their foster license updated,” Aizawa eventually says. “We’re all equipped to foster any of our students, should the need arise. I’m going to call Tsukauchi to get an investigation into your foster family started and until anything is decided U.A. is going to take emergency custody of you. You’ll be removed from your current foster family and placed with someone new.”

“Funny you think that’s going to solve anything,” Hitoshi mutters and feels Bakugo and Aizawa freeze. “’s not the first shitty family, won’t be the last.”

“Yes, it will be,” Aizawa says, suddenly sounding that much more determined. “Hizashi and I will foster you.”

“Present Mic?” Bakugo blurts out and Hitoshi raises one hand to point at Bakugo, indicating another ‘what he said’.

“Been married for ten years, no one is going to believe you,” Aizawa drawls out and Hitoshi turns his head just enough to see Bakugo struggling to come to terms with that revelation, while Aizawa looks decently amused.

“Why?” Hitoshi brings himself to ask and Aizawa seems to understand that he doesn’t mean his marital status because his face softens the tiniest bit as he looks down at Hitoshi.

“Cause it’s you, kid,” he simply says and Hitoshi closes his eyes against the tears again.

He can’t believe that it’s that easy. He can’t believe Bakugo was right about this.

“Go back to bed, the both of you. I’ll get the process started. If your foster family tries to contact you, ignore them or forward the calls and messages to me. You’ll be required to talk to Tsukauchi but that can wait until you’ve gotten some sleep. Do you need to see Recovery Girl?”

“’s not like she can do shit, I’m beyond exhausted,” Hitoshi admits and Aizawa klicks his tongue.

“She’s still a regular nurse, too. If there are injuries that need to be tended to, she has the training for that as well. So. Injuries?”

“Bruised ribs, it’s fine,” Hitoshi mutters and can almost imagine Bakugo’s eyeroll.

“You’re an idiot,” he mumbles under his breath and Hitoshi would like to argue with him, but he doesn’t have the energy for it.

“Then go to bed, I don’t want to see either of you in class tomorrow,” Aizawa instructs them and then simply leaves them be.

Hitoshi thinks he’s just going to stay right here, because he’s tired and exhausted and the way to his own dorm room is way too long, he can totally sleep like this, but of course Bakugo hates him with a passion because he kicks the chair Hitoshi is sitting on.

“Oi, eggplant, get up and go sleep in your bed,” Bakugo hisses at him and Hitoshi spares enough energy to flip him the finger.

“I’m not moving,” he says into the table and Bakugo heaves out a sigh.

“I can carry you,” he offers and then seems to catch himself because he quickly tacks on a “It’d be good weight training.”

“Sure,” Hitoshi gives back and manages to lean back in the chair. “But I don’t actually want to be alone. Someone’s bound to be up soon, so I’ll stay right here.”

Bakugo looks at him as if he’s gone insane and for all that Hitoshi knows he might have, too, but then Bakugo pokes a finger into his side and Hitoshi almost falls off his chair.

“Then get to the fucking couch already, gods, are you fucking stupid? No one sleeps in a chair like that.”

“Have you seen the positions Aizawa sleeps in?” Hitoshi gives back as he picks himself up, mostly to be contrary, but also because arguing with Bakugo like this is bound to keep him up until he can reach the couch.

“Just lay the fuck down, will you?” Bakugo snaps, already at the couch, a blanket in his hands and Hitoshi wonders if he’s going to suffocate him with that and then decides that he doesn’t care.

He knows being unconscious doesn’t count as rest, but he’ll take whatever he can get at this point. Hitoshi gracelessly face-plants into the couch and then refuses to move again, though he does blink open an eye when he feels the blanket being tucked around him.

“Thank you,” he whispers, when Bakugo continues to fuss with the blanket and it earns him a piercing glare.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, now shut the fuck up,” he orders but instead of leaving like Hitoshi half feared he would, he simply sits down right at Hitoshi’s head, arms defensively crossed in front of his chest.

It’s adorable, is what it is, and Hitoshi almost chokes when that thought passes his mind, so he tries his best to keep things on track.

“You might have learned to ask for help but you really need to work on accepting gratitude,” he informs Bakugo, who narrows his eyes at him.

“Well, thank me enough and maybe I’ll get on that,” he shoots back and Hitoshi allows himself a small smile.

“Do more nice things for me and maybe I will,” he says quietly, voice only audible because it’s otherwise silent in the room and he expected the silence that followed from Bakugo, too. What he did not expect was the whispered “Okay”.

It's uncharacteristically quiet coming from Bakugo but Hitoshi doesn't mention it because he already feels as if he has pushed enough but he can't help the fond look he tries to hide in the blanket and then he doesn't even try to stop himself when he wiggles around on the couch, shuffling closer to Bakugo until he can press his forehead to his thigh.

He half expects to be shoved off but when nothing happens he lets out a happy little sigh.

“Yeah, like that. Thank you.”

“Oh, fuck right off,” Bakugo grumbles but when he slides his hand into Hitoshi’s hair it's to lightly scratch at his scalp and not to tear him away and Hitoshi melts into the couch with a happy little hum.

“Just go the hell to sleep,” Bakugo softly says, scratching even more intently at Hitoshi’s scalp and surprisingly enough Hitoshi does exactly what Bakugo told him to do.

[saccharinerose]

Honestly really hope 4.1 gives ANY kind of interesting aspect to Neuvillette and Wriothesley's dynamic bc rn "token yaoi bait of 2 tall men who live in the same country, work together professionally but are not close personally" is just not hitting for me...

Like give me SOMETHING to work with so I don't have to be annoyed with the Wriolette art when I'm just trying to look for Neuvillette fanart

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

Title: "flash-frozen in the driver's seat" Fandom: Midst (Podcast) Categories: G, Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Complete Word Count: 3613 Characters: Phineas Thatch, Tzila Guthrie

“Why do you have that?” Tzila asks. Phineas opens his eyes. She’s pointing at his abacus with the back of her pen. He looks down at it and frowns. “It’s my abacus.” “I know what an abacus is,” says Tzila, rolling her eyes. “Why do you have Caenum? Didn’t being a soldier and solving mysteries or whatever get you a ton of Valor?” Phineas and Tzila have a conversation in the quiet halls of the Lazaretto.

(hi everyone it's ME again! back with another midst missing scene i couldn't stop thinking about.)

[bythepen98]

More Naruto doodles (ft. team 7 and implied Shikanaru) 💛

Had to fulfill my need to draw Naruto in a typical highschool uniform👉 👈

[worldsokayestdragon]

GreedxLing Week Day 7: Campfire

Read here on AO3

Greed had never been camping before, because why the fuck would he? He demanded the finer things in life, and leaving your nice bed behind to sleep in the dirt in the woods was not one of the finer things.

Now he was stuck on an involuntary camping trip for months and months. All the way until the promised day, which wouldn't be until spring! It had been a week, and Greed was already sick of it. The ground was too hard to sleep on comfortably, the forrest was full of weird noises, and it got colder every night. Greed was pretty sure even people who like camping didn't do it over winter unless they were actually insane.

The people Greed was with were definitely insane.

Darius and Heinkle insisted that it wasn't that bad and it "built character." Greed had plenty of character, and it was that bad! Just because some people could grow fur coats on command didn't mean they all could.

Ed also said it wasn't that bad, and it was colder in Briggs. (fucking good for Briggs then, what did that have to do with Greed?) Ed also said that his teacher had sent him on a way worse camping trip when he was nine, and that he and his brother had ended up having fun by the end of it.

Fucking insane.

Ling also told Greed it wasn't that bad and he should stop complaining, but Ling was getting a free ride in Greed's head and didn't actually have to do any of the camping shit himself, so what did he know?

Greed was the leader of this little camping trip, so he had to stay present for it. No matter how much he hated it or how little he knew about "finding a good location" or "setting up a halfway decent campsite" or "tying the food up properly so it wouldn't attract wild animals, that's just common sense Greed, what's wrong with you?”

Animals didn't like to get close to homunculi or chimera anyway, so what was the big deal if he didn't want to climb halfway up a tree to store all their shit?

So Greed was the leader, but a leader didn't do all the work. He was more than happy to let the others make handle the minutia of day to day tasks and let him focus on the bigger picture. A good leader delegated.

And somehow he still ended up left in charge of building the campfire while the chimeras went on a supply run to a nearby town. Something about Ed and Greed not knowing how to be subtle or blend in. As if two giants blended in any better. But whatever, that town was too dinky to have anything worth Greed's time anyway.

That didn't explain why Ed couldn't light the damn fire, but the alchemist insisted he needed to "check their course," which just looked like wandering around to stare at the sky and check both sides of random trees, and occasionally making marks on a map.

Ling said what he was doing made sense, and Greed didn't actually know enough about maps to dispute it.

So Greed was left with a pile of wood, another pile of little sticks and dead leaves, and a box of matches. He had very little clue what to do with any of it.

You've been camping before, right? Greed asked Ling. On your way across the desert from Xing or whatever. Can't you do this?

Ling shook his head, or did the mental equivalent of shaking his head anyway. Greed could always tell even without turning his attention inwards towards Ling's soul projection, though it wasn't a sensation he'd know how to describe to anyone.

There isn't a lot by way of firewood in the desert. And it got cold at night, but it was still summer. We mostly just slept close together. The few times we did manage a fire, Fu and Lan Fan took care of it. Sorry.

He did actually sound a little sorry, which was decent of him. There was a reason Greed didn't mind having Ling around.

Greed groaned. ugh, fine. I guess I'll do it. I can totally do it.

Of course you can, Ling said, very matter of factly. We've watched Ed do it enough times. We can figure it out easily.

Right, Greed nodded and reached to pick up a branch. How hard can it be? Ed does it.

That startled a laugh out of Ling, an undignified snort that probably couldn't be considered quite proper for a prince.

Don't let him hear you say that. We'll have to sit through a whole rant about how he's a genius and none of us are on his level.

Yeah, that would be a pain, Greed said. But this really shouldn't be too hard. You just stack the big ones in a sort of a triangle shape and put the little bits inside and then light the inside first, right?

That sounds right to me. Ling agreed.

Right. That's easy.

Greed set to work.

It was not, in fact, easy. A sort of triangle shape was not an intuitive way to stack wood. The whole thing kept tipping over and collapsing into a big jumble.

By the fifth try Greed was growling to himself and barely resisting the urge to go find Ed and throw one of those stupid sticks at his head for making Greed do this.

Maybe I should try? Ling suggested. I probably have a more steady hand from all the swordfighting.

No, Greed snapped, glaring daggers at the stick pile as he started over. I will not be beat by a stupid heap of dead tree parts! I'm gonna enjoy lighting this shit on fire. It fell over again. Oh god damnit!

Oh-kay, Ling said slowly. You do it then. I think you almost got it a few tries ago. Just take a deep breath before you start over. It will only be harder if you're angry.

It'Ll OnLy Be HaRdEr If YoU'rE aNgRy, Greed repeated.

That was probably unfair. Ling had offered to help.

Greed took a deep breath before he tried again.

It took three more attempts for Greed to successfully arrange the large branches in a loose approximation of a campfire shape.

Greed used one of the matches to light a long, thin stick on fire and poked it through into the pile of twigs and leaves inside his branch pyramid. After a few long, nerve wracking seconds, the fire spread and the whole structure went up in flames.

It didn't burn as steadily or as brightly as the ones Ed made.

It's a little lopsided– Ling started to say.

It's on fire, isn't it? Greed interrupted. He was not in the mood for criticism right now. Whataya want from me?

You didn't let me finish, Ling said calmly. I was going to say that it looks good for your first time doing it. I don't think I could do better.

Oh. Now Greed felt kinda bad for jumping down Ling's throat. Well, thanks. I–

"You call that a campfire?" Ed tromped back into the clearing they were staying in and threw himself down across the fire from Greed. "It looks like crap."

He is such an asshole, Ling sighed.

"It's a fire. It's in the camp. It's a campfire. Now shut up about it unless you want me to set you on fire too."

Ed looked like he wasn't going to shut up about it, and Greed could feel Ling getting ready to beg him to let it go and not argue with the stupid runt no matter how much of an insubordinate little shit he was being, but Darius and Heinkle chose that moment to show up.

"The fire looks–" Greed glared at Darius. "...fine and normal."

“No it doesn't,” Ed said and ignored Greed glaring daggers at his head.

"Anyway," Heinkle cut through the tension. "The store in town was having a sale, so we got a little something special for tonight." He set down the bags of food he was carrying and started digging through one of them.

"I didn't say you could spend our money on unnecessary crap," Greed pointed out. Really no one was respecting his leadership tonight.

Don't you want henchmen who are smart and capable enough not to have to bother you about every little thing? Ling asked.

He did want that. Damnit.

"Whatever, it's fine. What did you get?"

Heinkle found what he was looking for in the bags and held up a few bars of chocolate, a box of some sort of crackers, and a bag of marshmallows.

"Oh, nice!" Ed said. "I haven't had s'mores since me and Al were little."

"Some more of what?" Greed asked.

All three of them turned to stare at him.

"You've never had a s'more?" Ed yelled. He sounded personally offended by the idea. "You're like 200 years old! How is that even possible?"

Do you know what he's talking about? Greed asked Ling.

Ling shrugged. No idea. Must be an Amestran thing.

Ed stomped over to dig through the pile of extra firewood, returning with a handful of particularly long thin sticks. He shoved one into Greed's hand.

"Here! Stick a marshmallow on this and hold it over the fire," he instructed.

Greed magnanimously didn't point out how rude it was of Ed to talk to his leader like that, because he was a great guy like that. And because he was really curious about these so-called s'mores by now. (Also, in the last week he'd been told no fewer than six times to "talk to Colonel Bastard if you want to know how I talk to a leader I'm disrespecting," and Ed did generally go along with what Greed told him even if he was a little shit about it.)

Greed stuck a marshmallow to the end of the stick and held it in the fire.

It immediately burst into flames, burning to a blackened lump as Greed watched.

"Now what?"

"Try holding it a little further from the flames this time," Darius suggested, handing him a new stick and marshmallow.

Ed shook his head. "No, setting it on fire is good, you just don't sit there like a dumbass and watch it burn after." He deliberately stuck his into the fire then quickly blew it out. "Faster that way."

Greed decided to go with what Darius said and held his second marshmallow above the fire until it turned brown around the edges and threatened to fall off of its stick. Then, copying what he'd seen Ed do, he put it between two of the crackers with a piece of chocolate and took a bite.

It was hot enough to be just on the edge of burning the crap out of his mouth, and also a total mess, marshmallow and melted chocolate squishing out from the sides as he bit down.

It was also really fucking good.

Greed tried not to react to the delicious taste, not wanting to give Ed the satisfaction.

Judging from the smug smile on Ed's face, he didn't quite succeed.

"So, do you like it?" Ed asked.

"It's fine," Greed sniffed, and then took another bite because it really was amazing.

Ed snorted a laugh, but kindly didn't rub it in Greed's face any more than that. He also didn't say anything when Greed reached for another marshmallow to make a second one.

It does look good, Ling said, a little wistfully.

Do you want to try?

Really?

Ling sounded pleased and awed in a way that made Greed's face burn for some reason.

Yeah, if you want. It's not a big deal, Greed muttered, and then switched places with Ling before he could answer.

"Ling?" Ed asked, somehow noticing instantly. "What are you–"

Ling completely ignored the Fullmetal Alchemist in favor of eating their second s'more.

It tasted even better than the first one, filtered through Ling's perception where Greed settled in the back of their mind.

After they'd finished their s'mores and–at Heinkle's insistence–eaten some real food, Greed and Ling got volunteered for first watch, even though they'd done all the work setting up the campsite. Ling didn't argue their case as hard as Greed would have, and Greed didn't care enough to push his way back into control of the body over it. He'd take over again in the morning.

The fire went out an hour before they were supposed to wake Ed for his watch shift.

Ling took his turn lighting it, and it went much better with Greed's now expert advice. They both agreed that the others didn't need to know about that.

[thepollyjustice]

maybe you should ask piano to teach you how to play klavier.

wait what.

“Objection!”

“Playing Klavier would be terrible! I mean, who would string someone along like that?!”

“…I mean, what?”

[amidnightjen]

“A toothbrush?” Hen repeats, eyebrows high and tone extremely dubious.

“A toothbrush,” Eddie confirms.

“Your girlfriend broke up with you because of a toothbrush?” Ravi clarifies, he’s not the only one seeking that clarification either, Eddie can tell he beat Chim to the question only because he didn’t have his mouth full.

“Yes,” Eddie confirms (again), sounding a little more disgruntled this time about it.

Chim finally swallows his mouthful to ask, “Is this like a metaphor?”

Eddie shrugs. “I don’t know.” And he doesn’t, that’s the thing. He’s got no damn idea why a toothbrush (of all things) had Marisol breaking things off before they’d even really gotten started.

“I’m going to need more than this,” Hen says. “What kind of toothbrush?”

Exasperated, all Eddie can say is, “I don’t know - a toothbrush.”

“I mean,” Chim says thoughtfully, “did she not like the colour? Were the bristles too hard? Maybe it wasn’t about the toothbrush but the toothpaste on the brush - do you have weird toothpaste taste?”

That earns Chim a confused look from everyone but he just shrugs which Eddie finds fair because he honestly doesn’t know. “I don’t have weird toothpaste,” Eddie defends.

“I like your toothpaste,” Buck announces, dropping down into the chair beside Eddie. “Why are we talking about Eddie’s toothpaste?”

“We’re talking about Eddie’s toothbrush,” Hen clarifies and even as she does, she looks like she can’t believe that’s a sentence she’s found herself saying.

“Eddie’s toothbrush?” Buck repeats, sounding just as confused as when he thought they were talking about toothpaste.

“Not my toothbrush,” Eddie groans. “It wasn’t even mine!”

“Wait,” and this comes from Bobby who looks as though he can’t believe he’s joining in this conversation, “Marisol broke up with you because of Christopher’s toothbrush?”

“Marisol broke up with you?” Buck says, “Sorry man.”

Eddie waves off Buck’s words, he’s not all that broken up about it honestly, just genuinely stuck on how a toothbrush could possibly be reason enough to break up with someone. “No it wasn’t Chris’ toothbrush, Jesus.”

“I’m so confused,” Buck said.

“Me too,” added Ravi.

But Hen, Hen had a look on her face and there was a note in her voice he couldn’t identify as she asked, “Whose toothbrush was it?”

“Buck’s.”

And Eddie has no idea why that is suddenly explanation enough for everyone.

Well except Buck.

[morganski-19]

The One with Sleeping

Steve wakes up with someone’s arm wrapped around his stomach. Which is odd considering he didn’t have anyone over last night. And he’s on his couch with beer bottles on the coffee table and what looks like two crushed ends of a joint in the ash tray.

But he’s too groggy to figure it all out, and it’s probably just Robin anyway, so he leans his head back down and starts to fall back asleep. Until the other person stirs and sits up rapidly, causing him to fall off of his couch.

“What the fuck,” he grunts, slowly getting up from the ground. At least he’s awake now. “Why did you throw me off the couch Rob-.” Steve stops as he sees who’s on the couch. “You’re not Robin.”

Jonathan stares at Steve with a mix of concern and fear. “No, I’m not.”

“Why were you sleeping on my couch?”

“Why were we cuddling?” Jonathan asks, acting as if it was the more pressing question of the two.

Steve collects himself off the ground. “I don’t know. I tend to sleep cuddle people.”

“You sleep cuddle people. That’s a thing?” Jonathan sits up, running a hand through his tangled hair.

“Yeah. Ask Robin, she has a lot of stories about it.” Steve fixes his shirt, it having twisted weird when he fell off the couch. “Thanks for throwing me off the couch by the way.”

Jonathan makes a sheepish face. “Sorry. You scared me when I woke up.”

Steve sits down next to him. “It’s fine. So, why were you sleeping on my couch.”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan scratches at his chin. “I remember coming over last night for some drinks, and then we got high. We must have just dozed off.”

“Together, on the couch,” Steve reasons.

“You don’t think we, you know. Did anything, right?” Jonathan asks cautiously.

Steve laughs. “No, no we’re good. Even cross faded me knows not to flirt with my friends.”

“Does sober you know not to do that?” Jonathan deadpans. Having witnessed Steve play flirt with Eddie multiple times.

Steve clears his throat, avoiding answering that. “The point is, I wouldn’t have tried anything. Not with you, so we probably just fell asleep and somehow ended up in this position.”

“What do you mean not with me?”

“Oh my god,” Steve rolls his eyes. “Now you’re offended? You don’t even like me like that.”

Jonathan scoffs. “And neither do you.”

“Exactly, which is why I wouldn’t have tried anything.”

“But if it was Eddie, would you have tried something.”

“I’m not answering that.” Steve gets up to clear away the old bottles, carrying them over to the recycling can. “If it was Argyle, would you have?” he finally counters.

Jonathan’s face breaks out in a flush that he tries to hide with a cough. “Can we agree not to mention this is anyone?” he changes the subject. “Say I just stayed over and slept on your couch, alone.”

Steve shrugs. “I guess. What, you ashamed that we cuddled on my couch or something?” Jonathan looks away. “Oh my god, you are. How fucking dare you?”

“What do you mean? This isn’t exactly normal for the two of us.” Jonathan stands.

“Sure. But you wanting to hide it means you’re ashamed. Are you ashamed that you slept with me.”

Jonathan gives him a blank expression. “Please don’t call it that.”

“I am calling it that, because it was true. The two of us, slept on the same couch, together, also while cuddling a little bit. It happens, it was an accident. We use it as a funny story and move on.”

“Or we don’t mention it at all.”

Steve crosses his arms. “Alright, under one condition. You admit that was the best sleep you’ve gotten in a while.”

Jonathan huffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Chronic insomniac Jonathan, falling asleep for what looks to be about, oh I don’t know,” Steve looks at the clock on the oven. “Six or so hours, undisturbed. That had to have been a good night’s sleep.”

Jonathan scrunches up his face before giving in. “Fine, ok.”

Steve laughs in victory.

“It was the best night I’ve gotten in a while, you’re right.”

“For me too, actually.”

“Wait. Wasn’t Robin here last night?” Jonathan remembers.

Steve’s eyes widen. “Yeah, she was. Where is she?” He lightly taps on her door before opening it, finding an empty, unmade bed. “Shit, she’s gone.”

“So, she saw us,” Jonathan accepts defeat. “Great. Where do we think she is?”

There is suddenly a loud burst of laughter from across the hall. “Oh no,” Steve groans.

“We’re never going to live this down, are we?” Jonathan asks with a wince.

“Nope,” Steve says defeated. “We go in together?” He turns to Jonathan.

Jonathan nods. “Only way to do it at this point.”

Steve heads across the hall to Nancy and Eddie’s apartment. He nods at Jonathan before opening the door to ruckus laughter.

“There are the sleepy heads,” Robin teases on the couch. Waving her phone in the air. “Hope we didn’t wake you up,” she fake pouts.

Eddie comes out of his room with a picture in his hand, holding it close to his chest when he realized Steve and Jonathan are there. “Oh, hey guys,” he says with a knowing smile.

Nancy starts laughing. “How’d you guys sleep?” she asks innocently.

Argyle sits on the armchair with crossed arms. “Terribly, I hope.”

“I thought this would happen,” Jonathan whispers while pinching the bridge of his nose. “We slept as good as two people sharing a couch do.”

“You admitted it so fast,” Robin barks. Cackling.

“You all already know,” Steve defends. “Also, what the hell is in your hands?”

Eddie tries to cover the picture with his hands. “Nothing.”

Steve walks toward Eddie. “So, I can see it then?”

Eddie runs to the other side of the room, Steve chasing after him. They do a whole back and forth at the kitchen table, Eddie almost running into the counter when he gets away. Steve fails to catch up with him as Eddie does another lap.

Jonathan moves out of the way before he gets run into, walking over to a still upset Argyle. “It really wasn’t that great,” he lies.

“Don’t lie to me,” Argyle says, avoiding Jonathan’s gaze.

Eddie runs into his bedroom, unable to lock the door before Steve gets it open, following him in. There’s a crash, causing Nancy to perk up with concern. But when yelling and sounds of wrestling continue, she sits back on the couch, sipping her coffee.

“Fine, it was the best sleep I’ve had for a few weeks. But it doesn’t mean anything, it was an accident I promise.”

“Are you weirded out by this,” Robin whispers to Nancy.

She just shrugs. “Not really.”

“It was really an accident?” Argyle asks.

“Yes, I really didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

Argyle finally looks at him, his face softening. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

“No,” Eddie yells from the bedroom. “Don’t rip it.” Followed by a “Ha, got it,” from Steve. He walks out victoriously with the picture.

“Neither of you are bleeding, right?” Nancy confirms, not really caring anymore. Steve shakes his head.

Eddie comes out of the room, leaning on his doorway, panting. “Please don’t tear it up. It was my last piece of picture paper.”

“Out of all of us, why is it you that has a printer?” Robin asks. Eddie just shrugs.

“What is it?” Jonathan asks, wincing.

Steve walks over to show him. “What you think. Why did you print it out anyway?”

“To put on the wall of many shames,” Eddie says, pointing to the wall covered in pictures of the group scattered along the back wall. Some with pictures drawn on their faces and other various situations they’ve gotten themselves into.

Steve looks at Jonathan, who just shrugs. With a roll of his eyes, Steve walks over and tapes it to the wall.

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[rockgodklav]

What's your favourite thing about Herr Forehead?

“Why, his shining forehead, of course!”

“Though.. More seriously, I admire his dedication to the truth, ja. It’s an endearing trait.”

[pollyna]

Ice knows there is something important because Slider's head is against his shoulder, but the man is watching the flowers on the table and not the match he had spent all day talking about.

"Sometimes Mitchell knows what the fuck he's doing, doesn't he?" His best friend asks, but Ice isn't sure if he wants an answer back or if he's just mumbling about like he does sometimes when he's anxious.

"Yeah, sometimes he does." Ice decides to answer. "There's something bothering you, Sli?" He adds, lowering the TV's volume.

"Uhm. I- Carole and Goose invited me over for dinner tomorrow night, and I don't know what an appropriate gift would be to say, can I sleep with both of you, together, and come and play house for the next forty years or so?" 

Ice finds himself laughing softly.

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah, fuck Tom, it's that bad." Slider answers, hinding his face away between Ice's neck and the couch. 

"You should start with a bottle of wine. Maybe you could ask Goose what Carole is thinking of cooking and pick a good bottle. I could tag along to choose it, because knowing you, you are going to choose the first one you see and run out of the shop as fast as you can." 

(In the days to come, Ice is going to share that same story with Carole, Goose and Maverick, about a fresh-faced Slider, twenty-one and finally able to buy alcohol, on the mission of finding a good bottle of wine before meeting Ice's grandma for lunch. Just to pick not only the wrong colour of wine but the type too.)

"Yeah, yeah, you can come with me, asshole!" Slider answers, laughing and looking, for the first time that evening, a little less concerned and a little more excited.

"Why, thank you, sir! And now you can go back to your stupid team of lovers." Turning on the TV definitely closed the conversation, but Ice squeezes Slider's shoulder just to remind him that they can talk about it, whenever he wants. Slider smiles back, shouting against the television a second later, and almost knocks his beer down.

Ice knows Slider is going to be okay, even if he is going to take with him the wrong bottle of wine.

[aftgficrec]

Hi! I was wondering if you know of any fics that explore the friendship between Andrew and Kevin? Especially how they became close after Kevin came to the Foxes with a broken hand. I just think their friendship is so interesting, and I am so curious about how it started. Thank you!

@lynntjeeee and @sayonara-you-weeaboo-shits: These asks overlapped, so we combined them and separated fic types with subheads. The last ones under ‘you may also like’ don’t fit neatly but still hold the main ideas found in pre canon Kevin & Andrew stories. Unfortunately most are not very long. -A

also see:

‘a foxhole collection…’ Chapter 30 here

‘The gentle violence of loving you’ and ‘I Don't Know How to Breathe’ here

‘I came for the safety (stayed 'cause you made me feel)’ here

‘Searchlights’ here

‘Trust Me’ here

you may also like:

Andrew loving toward Kevin: friendship or kandrew here

Andrew & Kevin here

kandrew fluff & smut here

Kevin centric here

‘breaking every finger, praying that it makes me clean’ here 

‘do you care?’ here

‘Have a Kevin of the day’ Day 2 here

‘They All Burn the Same’ here (updated)

‘a lot's gonna change’ here

‘splinters beneath our nails,’ ‘Not again,’ and ‘Reasons’ here

‘Just Short Of A Fairy Tale’ here

‘the prince in the raven tower’ here

‘white soap’ here

‘Pieces of Ideas for Works’ ch 12 (also ch 43) here

‘Cross the Board and Crown Yourself Queen’ here

Rescue Me by Demiwitchwoodwalker [Rated T, 4564 Words, Complete, 2022]

Part 1 of Someone(s) To Stay, part 2 here 

“I can protect you, from him and yourself,” Andrew said in a tone Kevin couldn’t quite place after a long moment filled with nothing but the muffled noise of the game playing on Kevin’s laptop. “I can help you stay instead of running further or back.” Kevin stared at him then, finally letting himself actually look at him, and the same feeling from before returned, feeling like a hand clenched itself around his lungs and heart. He pushed his laptop closed, the game’s audio abruptly cutting off, and turned slightly to face Andrew, whose expression had shifted back into the grin that seemed to constantly be present in the day and whose eyes looked almost dead. Kevin’s lips parted, words rising in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t get them past his tongue. How was he supposed to do this? The memory of Andrew the night before floated through his mind again, when he was as close to sober as he could get, more vulnerable than Kevin felt he’d ever seen a person despite the fact that Kevin was the one halfway through a breakdown. "Why?" --- Aka, how Kevin and Andrew make their deal. (Potential triggers are listed in the tags, please be careful!)

tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

broken wings by diabolicalandderanged [Rated G, 4625 Words, Complete, 2023]

Highlights of the year Kevin Day joins the Foxes as assistant coach!! Including: making the deal, meeting Wymack and taking down Riko

tw: implied/referenced abuse

Escape by 38booksonmyshelf [Rated T, 3430 Words, Complete, 2023]

The night Riko broke his hand, Kevin's only thought was that he had to get out. He went to his father.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

From Bones and Ashes by ScriptaManent [Rated T, 3006 Words, Complete, 2023, Locked]

Kevin has a mental breakdown during the weeks following his injury. He’s “safe” with coach Wymack but he can’t do anything, he can’t even hold a fucking glass and it pisses him off. He knows Riko is out there, looking for him (well, not yet, but he knows he will eventually). Kevin drinks to forget but his mind keeps going back to Riko, to that night when he broke his hand and when Jean collected him, to that night he got out of Evermore without looking back, and to that night he knocked on Wymack’s door, a living mess barely able to think straight. Then, without even a knock on the door, a first glimpse of hope manages to get him back to the surface, at least for a while.

tw: violence, tw: assault

take off your clothes and disappear by lackingsoy [Rated T, 3075 Words, Complete, 2020]

They recognize each other from the start. A yes, a no, and a maybe between Day and Minyard.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced violence, tw: alcohol, tw: medication addiction, tw: withdrawal 

Silver Crimson Black by sweetlikesugar [Rated T, 1076 Words, Complete, 2019]

Kevin can barely stand. He keeps swaying from side to side, vision blurry. Whether it’s sweat or tears he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to know. All he knows is the sickening rage, boiling and curling like a poisonous snake. He’s mindless with it, he’s feral with it.

TWO. by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 2944 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2024]

The Foxhole Court is the only place in South Carolina that makes sense to Kevin, but it lacks the discipline, rigor, and partnership that kept him grounded for years. Over four nights at the court in the spring of 2006, Kevin attempts to recreate the only life he knows how to live.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

oh icarus how do you fall (so hard and so pretty) by wxltedrxses [Rated T, 1008 Words, Incomplete, Updated Feb 2022]

An analysis of the rise and fall of Kevin Day

tw: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, tw: implied/referenced abuse

don't want no other shade of blue but you / no other sadness in the world will do by snnycarisi [Rated G, 1713 Words, Complete, 2024]

For just a moment, he could pretend that this man was Jean, that they were both free to do something as frivolous as go dancing, that they were both free at all. He imagined that those were Jean’s hands on his waist, Jean’s breath on his neck, Jean’s body heat making his cheeks colour. That Jean would even want this — want him — after everything he’d done was possibly the biggest fantasy of all. --- After a drunk encounter with a stranger at Eden's Twilight, Kevin calls Jean.

tw: implied/referenced abuse

tfc!written word au by @unkingly [Tumble Fic, 2016]

in a world where what someone believes about you is written on your skin, Andrew and Kevin make their deal.

Andrew & Kevin hc by @filippa-kosta [Tumblr, 2018]

I want to talk about the significance of Andrew & Kevins relationship bc tbh I think it's devalued and misinterpreted a lot, despite the fact it's hugely significant to the series, vital to the plot, & important to Neil

andrew and kevin’s individual recovery arcs… meta by @ketterdamns [Tumblr, 2017]

kandrew/kandreil:

Make Me Believe That You Need Me Most by sambutwithbooks [Rated E, 10598 Words, Complete, 2022]

The problem was that Kevin expected exy to be enough.  Most people went through life without finding a calling, without a modicum of the talent Andrew had and still found ways to live normal, fulfilling lives. Exy- and the comfortable life it offered- should have been enough to tempt and satisfy any rational person.  And maybe that was his first mistake- believing that Andrew was a rational person. 

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced alcohol abuse/alcoholism, tw: explicit sexual content

Take me as I come (or discard me like the rest) by elias_day [Rated M, 9675 Words, Incomplete, Updated Dec 2022]

Kevin’s breathing picks up. “What would you take for your protection?” “It’s not like you can offer much,” Andrew says. It’s true. What could a broken man like Kevin Day offer him? A man crippled by fear, someone without the backbone to stand on his own feet? Nothing. He could give Andrew nothing. “You’re wrong.” ___ Kevin never thought he could keep his end of the deal with Andrew. Turns out in the end, he did. Only not in the way he thought. A.K.A pre-canon KANDREW turned post-canon KANDREIL with lots of pining and emotionally repressed lack of communication

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: nightmares, tw: vomit, tw: ptsd, tw: recreational drug use

What is love when it's never fully consumed? by CamilleDuDemon [Rated T, 10522 Words, Complete, 2021]

5+1 significative moments in the relationship between Andrew and Kevin, before and after Neil Josten's sudden arrival at Palmetto State University.

tw: medication addiction, tw: implied/referenced abuse

Temperature of Healing by ReeseMH [Rated M, 5482 Words, Complete, 2024]

Kevin Day, picked up by Andrew Minyard, hand broken and eyes glossed over because he is dead. There is nothing for him, and he doesn't even remember using his good hand to dial that number, coughing up blood before he could tell Andrew where he was. He didn't even know where he was going but the lights of the highway are pretty, and even though he is dead... he's not alone for it.

tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: anxiety, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

invisible machinery by grainpatron380 (onesourfish) [Rated T, 2445 Words, Complete, 2020]

Andrew drags his mouth southward and doesn’t bother with apologizing for imagined horrors or future ones. Doesn’t bother to say, I won't, I couldn’t, I would never do something like that to you. Can't promise it. Months before Neil arrives at PSU, Kevin has a nightmare. Andrew questions him.

tw: nightmares, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced abuse

I Am Ready Now by IKnowWhoYouAre_Damianos [Rated M, 6477 Words, Complete, 2019]

The problem is, he doesn’t hate him. He wants to. Wants to hate this monster so badly, wants to feel the urge to kill him like Andrew does, wants to drive out to West Virginia and waltz onto the court, choking Riko to death until his eyes turn from black and white to red, his skin from tan to blue. But he can’t. Kevin thinks about his relationship to Riko when he was still at the nest. He thinks he's falling. But someone will catch him this time. Can he let go?

tw: domestic violence, tw: explicit sexual content, tw: assault

kevin day prefers the night by thewintersolstice [Rated T, 3027 Words, Complete, 2021]

Part 1 of aftg: everything's the same except kandreil's real, duh. series

Months after breaking his hand and arriving at Palmetto State, Kevin's still struggling with leaving Evermore and Riko's still got a ghostly grasp on him. Andrew takes him for a drive. “Snap out of it,” Andrew says, simple again like it’s easy, and pushes hard fingertips into his skin until finally, finally Kevin can breathe, can fight the sick roll of his stomach and he shuts his eyes, focuses on the warmth of Andrew’s palm until it’s gone again. He pulls away and Kevin hears the press of the bed as he stands up. “Let’s go.”

Oh Captain, Let’s Make a Deal by takitalks [Rated M, 3690 Words, Complete, AFTG Mixtape Exchange 2023]

An exploration of Kevin and Andrew navigating this stand off pre-canon, with a sprinkle of getting together.

Broken promises by ok555 [Rated M, 10783 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2024]

Kevin doesn't know if he will ever forgive Andrew for what he did to get information about Neil on their ride to Baltimore. What will Andrew do to try and win his forgiveness? Will he even care? Andrew doesn't believe in regret, but what if just this once he does?

tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: depression

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higher ground by darkoceanbottom [Rated T, 6085 Words, Complete, 2021]

Kevin Day and identity.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: canonical character death

Roaring Like Beasts Full Of Rage by Sashe [Rated E, 30713 Words, Incomplete, Updated June 2024]

The PSU Foxes' luck takes a turn when they take in the Raven's injured goalkeeper Andrew Doe. Andrew isn't exactly happy to be there, treated as a spectacle by the media, an outcast by his new team and a let down by the family that never wanted him. He's especially not happy about the new striker recruit, who no one else seems to think is supicious. or Roleswap canon divergent where Raven!Andrew has a broken hand and Wymack has been raising Kevin.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced psychological abuse, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: panic attacks

The Truth Hurts Worse by mcmeasle [Rated T, 2742 Words, Complete, 2024]

Kevin chattered on as Andrew opened the door and tuned out the cadence of his voice, Kevin’s full attention on Andrew. Immediately, Andrew locked on to the man with bright red hair sitting in his desk chair, feet thrown on top of the desk with ankles crossed, tapping an impressive looking knife blade over his fingertips. “Welcome home,” the stranger said cheerily, a sharp smile wending its way onto his lips, icy blue eyes locked onto Andrew. —- Or Butcher!Neil makes a house call

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon

decline of the empire by drewdrugs [Rated T, 1507 Words, Complete, AFTG Mixtape Exchange 2024]

Kevin embraced the idea that, even he had never been taught by his father, he was learning to lose now. The structures of his coliseum were crumbling and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. This time, Andrew couldn't do anything for him. Or at least that's what he believed.

tw: recreational drug use, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced self harm

NB: this last one is the culmination of Kevin & Andrew’s deal from the very beginning

Interesting by ashestoashes7 [Rated T, 6632 Words, Complete, AFTG 2024 Olympics]

Andrew decided to make the Exy Olympic Finals more interesting. No one else knew what to do with that, not even his own teammates, but Andrew and boredom was a recipe for the unexpected. After all, it was not every day a goalkeeper slammed the ball down the court and bathed the opposition in red.