#maybe except fluffy fics and skateboarding

[haptureratch]

Bitch, You Need Therapy

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Reader (afab)

Others: Chris Pontius, Steve-O

Word count: approx. 4.5k

Synopsis: You’re part of the crew, temporarily filling in and enjoying it immensely. You are filming something overseas. Knoxville finds out you have a crush on him and decides to fuck with your stressed little self until he gets carried away in the moment.

WARNINGS/tags: NC-17, minors DNI, adult language, alcohol (technical lack of consent), soft allusions to hard drugs, oral sex, genital penetration, THE DOUBLE MEANING OF LIPS, kinks galore (praise, rough, petnames, things I don’t have a word for)

Notes from the author: Yeah idk he just seems like a playful bastard that might be hiding a kinky streak. Not tied to any specific period of Jackass filming so reader can take some creative liberties (the least I can do when I am dictating reader’s entire personality lmao). Knoxville is single in this world; it’s all fun & fantasy. This work has not been officially reviewed apart from one of my best friends giving enthusiastic approval early on. But I’ve read over it a hundred times while writing it SO DAMN SLOWLY, so hopefully it is okay. There are purposeful tense changes and I hope they hit the way I'm intending. Is the whole thing cringe? Maybe; maybe not. Pls let loose & enjoy! I am a long time reader and I’ve had ideas here and there; finally decided it was time to fuck around and find out myself. It’s been way harder than I thought and I have even more respect for my fave fic authors out there. If you know me irl, no you don’t. WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU~~

Night has been falling earlier and earlier as weeks peel away from Autumn toward the year’s end. It is 7 o’clock in the evening but feels more like 11. Outside the darkness is interrupted by numerous streetlamps along the sidewalk. The lights glow a golden orange, reminding you of the crackling fire in the pub, and you dig your hands into your coat pockets seeking warmth.

“HEY ASSHOLE, why did we leave that cozy fucking place?!” you shout over the wind at one of your walking companions with some frustration. Only some. You’ve had a couple drinks and your speech seems to come out in demanding exclamations regardless of any real anger at that point. And you’re fairly certain any frustration stems from unmet desires directed toward this man and his stupid glinty purple-tinted sunglasses. Sunglasses, which he wore inside the intimately lit pub and which he is still wearing outside at night. What a jackass.

A different, unsunglasses’d man answered. “Because adventure calls! Sure, it’s cold out. But not cold enough to get frostbite. The call to adventure must be heeded even in the face of Ice Queen Mother Nature. Like the Russian Police, she’s stern. Stern…but fair,” he announced with omnipotence. Everyone in the group seemed dead set on committing crimes this evening. This one was guilty of venturing out in 20-some degree weather without a coat or sweater or torso cover of any kind. Just a fluffy scarf and a Santa hat. Another jackass, you thought. But that’s why you jumped at the chance to work with these people. It was an invigorating break from the mundane. And the group oozed fun; to be in the same room as any of them was to know friendship and laughter.

You smiled genuinely at him. Despite the cold and questionable decisions, he still inspired affection. “Thanks, as always, Pontius, for the exceptional pep talk but I think I was asking—”

“DUDE WHERE IS MY SKATEBOARD?!?!!” screeched a third man’s voice. He’d definitely had the most to drink out of the group so far this evening and crime was written all over him. Good ol’ Steve-O. Nothing more to be said about him.

Sunglasses finally spoke up. “I decided against anything with wheels for this and threw it in the back of the van, Steve-O. We can come back in the daytime tomorrow for skate shots. There are a lot less lights the farther in the park we go.”

“Knox, you IDIOT, I’m planning on being so fucking hungover tomorrow! I’m on my GAME now, man, you shoulda brought it!” He bent down to gather up two fists of snow, mash them together, and hurl the mass toward Johnny.

“If you want it so bad, go back an’ get it!” He grinned while dodging the poorly aimed snowball and jumped over to rap Steve-O on the ass with the back of his hand. This garnered a slow, deep, huffy giggling from Pontius. It was less of a giggle, more of a devious huh-huh-huh. It sounded like something you’d hear in the boys’ locker room but if it came from the throat of a grown man.

The little spanking sparked a quick scuffle between Steve-O and Johnny. After nearly slipping and falling, he gave up on trying to fuck with the taller man and hardened his resolve to skate in the snow. “UGH! I’ll be back…” After a beat of wily consideration he added, “Or not!” Steve-O then darted off in the direction of the pub, almost slipped again, and slowed his stumbling gait. If he was headed toward booze he was probably going to get another round. A round of…something.

Chris and Johnny shared a look and the Santa-hatted one asked, “Who’s going with him? It’s law that we use the buddy system in all foreign lands, especially when we don’t want to get arrested. More arrested than we get when the cameras are rolling. Those times are okay.”

Johnny spoke first. “I’ll stay to map out where Jeff thinks we can get the money shots. Y/N probably needs to mess with the camera settings.”

“Actually, yeah,” you uttered, reviving from a slight stupor of quiet observation and remembering your role in all of this. “This would be our first night footage of the trip and I haven’t experimented with the exposure or what type of flash I can—”

“Okay nerd on, genius, I’ll go,” Chris interrupted. He smiled and bowed himself out in the direction of Steve-O and the pub.

“Better hurry, Pontius! Something tells me the board ain’t the priority now,” Johnny called out. You watched as the smoke from his breath dissipated into the cold and the two of you continued away from what seemed like the rest of civilization.

********

The other men gone from sight, your physical awareness of Johnny dialed up. Though he was lean, he seemed to exude heat through his black peacoat. Maybe you were imagining things. But you dared to draw a couple inches closer to assess. He slowed his gait and you veered right back over and even sped up a little. You thought you heard a quiet laugh come from his side of the path.

‘Dammit, Y/N, fucking stay focused,’ you thought to yourself. You can’t give them anything to get you on; it was more important to you than any legal trouble. You were here to relieve Lance after one too many trips involving vomit-on-the-camera incidents. You had a job to do, you had creative input to offer, and you didn’t have to let on that you found one of the guys so hot you couldn’t stand it. That fact could be kept firmly TO YOURSELF. The need to keep it a secret almost hyped it up to an obsession. You found yourself stealing photos during planning sessions, when you were 95% certain that no one would notice. Since you were such a dedicated crew member, the team assumed you were experimenting with angles or compiling a look-book or something.

Sure, you took candids of everyone. But the most recurring subject by far was Johnny Knoxville. There were the obvious features that caught your eye, mostly when he laughed, all white teeth and crow’s feet. After a while you noticed how he stood kind of funny, whether that was from past back injuries, weak glutes, or a touch of valgus knee deformity you weren’t sure. It didn’t at all detract from the beauty of those long legs or the defined torso they led up to. Certainly didn’t ruin his painfully (for you) deep iliac furrows smack dab in the middle of it all. And you weren’t going to get started on his arms or shoulders or jawline. He really took your love for anatomy and smacked you upside the head with it. He was art and you were insane.

Your stupid little fangirl crush even had you calling him ‘Johnny Knoxville’ in your head instead of PJ. It was like how you still called your teachers ‘Mr/Ms/Mx’ after graduating from school, even though they gave you permission to be on a first-name basis. It was hard to get comfortable with others like that. Another reason why you wanted this chance at a different work environment even if it was just temporary. You sorely needed to relax, Y/N. Unclench your jaw, take a breath, stop the shoulders from migrating upwards, and just keep walking. Sometimes the set of Jackass was not the ideal setting to work on those goals—all of those damn pranks—but…

“Lost in thought, puddin’?” you heard in your ear. You didn’t so much hear them as felt the words slap your skin from behind, the shock of wet heat in the cold air startling you. The streetlamps brightened in your peripheral vision.

You spun around and couldn’t help the nervous fake-laugh that escaped. “Oh, uh, yeah, you could say that. Just handling a lot of little things right now. Like the jet-lag, that European alcohol hitting a little stronger, the cold being colder here somehow, filming schedule, the list goes on, man." You hoped adding 'man’ would lend the illusion of you being chill, cool, totally not in fight-or-flight mode a moment ago.

It didn’t. There was an awkward silence as he stood facing you. Behind the shades you couldn’t see the mischief in his eyes as he planned out where he was going to take this. To you it just looked like staring. ‘Fucking dammit,’ you swore at yourself, ‘I don’t know if he KNOWS knows but he knows something is up. Agh, focus on work, FOCUS ON WORK.’

You cleared your throat, pulled namaste out of your ass, and shifted the power of the interaction back on your side with, “Hey, why don’t you stand over by that statue and help me with shot composition.”

“Yes, boss, on the double!” His tone was playfully condescending as he headed over to the metal figure, an unknown man outlined in snow. “Anything for you, sweetheart.” He let the last word drag out lower and slower than the rest. You had to fight your dead brain to let you breathe again. He was going to fuck with you, alright, and it was going to happen tonight. But for his own fun, no cameras in sight other than yours. There was always a chance of one of those goofy assholes hiding in a bush, but your gut told you there were none. No one else was going to be around for this, but you weren’t sure how thankful you were. You were flooded with several thoughts at once. How far would he go? How far did you want him to go? Did Jackass have HR? What was their policy on a creator/actor doing unspeakable things to a camera person with his mouth? Could the van be moved for about 90 minutes tonight without anyone knowing? Was he all dom or a switch? How easy would it be to get him to giggle during a blowjob?

Fuck. Focus.

‘FUCK,’ you thought as, for some ungodly reason, Knox put his tongue to the statue’s ear. The side of your neck began to tingle where his breath had been several minutes ago; memory is a powerful thing. You shook your head to regroup.

“Better pray you don’t end up like that kid in A Christmas Story,” you deadpanned.

He looked away and called out toward the woods at the edge of the park, “Nah, I’m too wet for that. That…that’s the secret.” You saw his back shuddering slightly, probably with laughter, and tried to see deeper into the trees. Not a soul was detected.

“You’ll be wetter when that statue comes to life and throws you in the river.”

He turned back toward you. “Naw, I think he likes it,” he grinned as wedged his body even closer to the metal and began to run a hand slowly down its torso. For the first time he made eye contact with you over his glasses and you dared not break it while his hand migrated further and further south. “And I think he’s not the only one, darlin’,” he drawled, his tone growing deeper and darker by the second. Two fingers began to lazily graze between the statue’s legs. And, as if that wasn’t enough, his hips ground into what had to be extremely cold and extremely hard metal. He let out a low sigh into the winter air.

This probably lasted just a moment but it felt like an eternity as you stood watching him, unable to do anything else, not quite believing what you were seeing. Your eyes were glued to where you thought his dick was, where you thought you saw an outline begin to show. He kept at it, grinding and sighing and caressing against that fucking statue, only averting his gaze to let his eyes roll back into his head and flutter shut. Which he made sure you could see with the shades slid all the way down the bridge of his nose. The whole thing was insane but you could not stop the cascade of heat and desire from building inside you. It’s like the more it shouldn’t be happening, the more you were into it. You wanted to look around and check for the crew for the umpteenth time but couldn’t tear your eyes from him. Johnny Knoxville was getting freaky on a statue to tease you and you were simmering in your own juices.

Like.

What the actual fuck?

Okay, case closed, he definitely knew.

Uhh… Just try to own it now?

“You know what, you whore?! It’s gonna be really fucking awkward when my underwear freezes out here!”

He finally broke, fell away from the statue, and dissolved into laughter on the ground. You hoped your boldness would recuperate a bit of your cred and he’d back off. (You hoped he wouldn’t back off.)

“The working conditions, here, honestly…” you said as your hands came to your hips.

His maniacal glee, normally adorable when it wasn’t tied up in such a stressful and sexy situation, died out and he regained upright footing. He didn’t bother to brush the snow off his coat or shake out what had peppered his hair. He took off his sunglasses and folded them into the inner pocket of his coat. He smiled down at you and you felt him gently grab your shoulders. “You’re so wound up, Y/N,” he remarked with genuine care in his voice.

The touch and proximity made you stiffen; your arms dropped to your sides. His breath smelled like booze and you wanted to drown in it.

His fingers laced together behind your shoulders and slid down to rest at the small of your back; you instinctively grabbed at his forearms. “Gotta learn how to relax, baby.” He jerked your lower half into him and you could feel that you had not, in fact, been imagining that dick. With that, you felt the last of your good sense rocket away, leaving a long-imprisoned whine in its wake.

He dipped his head down to your ear and growled, “How loud does that kitty purr?”

No words.

No thoughts.

Your head threatened to crack off of your spine but he caught the back of it with one hand, the other snaked firmly around the rest of you, as his lips made contact with your neck. Soft kisses were syncopated with nibbles, the heat of his mouth searing your skin in contrast to the chilly air. His tongue was so wet and so warm against your flesh. You all but dripped for him.

“Van,” you demand.

He takes your hand, grins, and leads you out of the park toward the town.

The two of you make it to the van and he takes space in the driver’s seat. The engine comes to life relatively quietly—thank god for hybrids—and he maneuvers it onto a darkened side street several blocks down. You seem to be surrounded by a bunch of businesses closed down for the night but you also don’t have a single fuck to give now. You slide a hand over the rod in his pants and his lips part with a groan.

Hunger takes hold and you lunge over the console to catch his mouth in a voracious kiss. Tongue and teeth everywhere. Even the smallest hints of pleasure out of this man are going to drive you wild tonight. But you want—you NEED—to savor the experience. The movements of your jaw slow and the space between your lips closes as you center yourself. His lips come together but his breath continues hard and deep through his nose. His eyes are shut tight as if he's exercising control as well. You pepper kisses across his cheek, down his neck, and back up to his ear where you sigh your contentment.

“Mmm, sweetheart, I’m gonna need to hear more of that,” he says low in your ear. Your belly flutters up into your chest and you think you might fall in love, like an idiot.

He kisses you deeply and pulls you with him into the back of the van. The heat of the exchange melts off both your coats. A sleeping bag is found, unzipped, and laid down. Not that the two of you notice the cold all that much, it just seems like the right thing to do in a van that carts around the Jackass crew. He is a bit more discerning than some of his co-stars.

He unzips your pants and slides them down your legs. You sit up to help kick them off along with your shoes. He takes off your shirt, leaving you just in your bra, socks, and panties. You love how exposed you must look and how vulnerable you feel. He looks you in the eye, smirks, looks down at your hips, licks his lips. Your thighs squeeze together with anticipation and your moan spells out your need.

He lowers himself down, still clothed, onto your nearly naked body and lays his lips all over your skin. He slides across you lazily and you can’t stand how good his clothes feel against you. You can’t wait for that dick to be out and in your mouth. It’s how you want to show him how good he’s making you feel. The way he takes the fabric of your panties in his fingertips tells you he has his own priorities.

“May I?”

“May you what?”

He smiles and toys with the bows stitched to the elastic around your hips. He takes the band in his teeth and looks you in the eye as he lets it snap against you.

“Eat out that pretty pussy of yours, doll. It’s all wrapped up for me like a present under the tree.”

You’re not able to make a joke about stealing Chris’s Santa hat. You can only reach down and start to wiggle the remaining cotton off, with which Knox happily helps. The bra and socks follow suit and a cheeky kiss to your foot garners a giggle.

Things get very serious again when he positions his face in front of your heat. He hugs your hips to him and rests his large hands down on you. You can’t help but buck up into the contact when his lips meet yours. His soft, wet tongue feels so fucking good. Your hands find his hair and you rake your nails through it. Every time you look down he’s either got his eyes closed, lids fluttering in the prettiest way, or he’s looking right back at you. Each moan from your mouth elicits self-assured hums from his and it drives you to desperately need more.

“Need you in me, Knox,” you demand.

He looks up at you again with those deep brown eyes and doesn’t say a word.

“Want you in my mouth first. I want to taste that dick.”

He pulls himself up and you all but tear the black and white KNOXVILLE belt through the loops of his Dickies. He frees his hard cock and you pause to take it in with your eyes first.

“It may not be the biggest but right now you got me harder than—aaughh..” The whole rest of him stiffens up and he bites into his knuckles as you take in the tip. He relaxes with a deep sigh as you try to swallow the shaft down and gag when your lips meet his hilt.

‘That’ll do just fine,’ you think to yourself.

You keep it slow to draw it out, slow but deliberate with licking and sucking. You work his cock with your mouth until you lose yourself in the act. You love every single sound this man is making and commit them to memory. And his taste, how the pre-cum doesn’t stop oozing. The way his head is thrown back with his mouth wide open, gasping. How he can’t touch you enough right now. Every few moments you turn your attention to his balls and thighs and that delicious V leading down to it all. The feel and scent of his skin is intoxicating and you’re biting light marks into his flesh. You get so far gone you stop murmuring his name and start to call him Daddy. His cock twitches every time.

He takes a deep, clarifying breath before taking your chin in his hand and speaking, “I’m so ready to slide right in, baby. Will you let Daddy fill you up?”

“Fuck me.”

The van space is tight but you lie down and he holds himself over you, cock at your entrance. You’re practically vibrating with anticipation.

Finally.

He drives the head of his cock slowly into your pussy and the feeling is so warm and sweet and intimate. Birth control be damned; you’ll get emergency contraception in the morning. Your arms and legs wrap around him possessively as he works into a rhythm. You rock your hips with his to catch his cock at the right angle. He finds your mouth in the dark and moans into you as he thrusts. He’s downright fucking you into the floor of the van and strangely you haven’t felt this whole and alive in a long time. Your orgasm is building and building but you want even more of him before you come.

“I wanna ride you, Johnny,” you gasp.

“Thought you’d never ask. Be my guest, doll,” he answers as he pulls out of you and arranges the sleeping bag across the van’s bench. He takes a seat and slaps his thighs with a grin, erection bobbing around invitingly.

You climb on top of him, legs quivering with eagerness, and take just a moment to pause before sinking slowly down onto his cock.

His answering groan draws you against his chest, sighing into him, as you get to work riding. It’s your turn to fuck him into the van.

You both wrap your arms around each other, but no one can get close enough. Thrusting, humping, clawing, kissing, biting, sucking, moaning—the two of you going at each other like animals. (His glutes are NOT, in fact, weak.) Your legs are tiring but you push yourself to keep going. Closer and closer your end nears. He knows it because his teeth are clenching as your pussy is tightening around him. He’s fighting to not cum before you.

“Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop. Keep on riding me. Keep grinding that sweet little thing on my cock.”

You pick up speed.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

He squeezes your ass tighter.

“Good girl, I can feel it. Come for Daddy…”

That’s it. Your cunt squeezes up inside of you and smashes down around his dick in a primal, undulating frenzy. There’s an explosion of stars behind your eyelids. He’s yelling out your name and digging his fingers deeper into your hips as his orgasm spills hot inside you.

********

After unmeasured moments, breaths began to slow and a contented stillness fell over the van like snow upon the ground. The two of you wrapped each other up in an embrace and held on tight without a word. It wasn’t much longer until your brain woke back up and began to wander. You knew you were going to think back on this night many, many times when you were back home alone. You’d feel the ghost of his breath and his lips on your skin. You’d ache to hear him moan your name again. AND, FUCK, THE PLAN B--

Gentle laughter broke out, as if he could read your mind. He couldn’t, of course. But it was so very easy to tell when you were uneasy. And Knox was an excellent people reader.

“Just don’t think about anything right now, sweetheart,” he assured you.

“Johnny, I…” You began and trailed off, unsure of what to voice first.

“Call me PJ,” he smiled and placed a kiss on your head. “And don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll stop by a pharmacy soon as they open. The guys are gonna need some Tylenol, too, I bet. I’ll get us all sorted.” And he sealed his promise shut with a squeeze of your shoulders. Not a mind reader, but definitely thoughtful and at times very practical. Always aware of what’s going on around him.

You trusted him. Probably more than you should, but you did. And you gave whatever energy you had left over to the effort of not thinking. You had no idea how long it had been since you checked the time, when the sun was coming up, or what the two of you would do next. What this would mean for the rest of the shoot. But, if you’re gonna be dumb….

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Several hours post-coupling in the van, after the sun came out for vengeance, you found yourself hanging with Pontius at a near-by café. You felt calmest around him out of all the crew and were happy to listen to his stories for distraction. Distraction from your anxiety and the various aches in your body. What you had really wanted was a diner that served greasy food and heinously strong coffee, but they didn’t have those here. Chris must share the need. He was still sporting the Santa hat and some serious bags under his eyes. There was what appeared to be lipstick smeared down his neck, but it was…stippled? From…the only idea that came to mind was another man’s stubble. But he never asked about the way you weren’t walking right, so you paid the favor forward.

His words drifted away from big cats and other wildlife, and he shifted conversation topics. “Crazy night last night, huh,” he said.

“Lord. You bet,” you answered. Oh, here we go.

“What time did you turn in last night? Or this morning?” He batted his lashes and played with the cotton puff at the end of his hat before flipping it to the other side. It invoked the atmosphere of girlies at a sleepover sharing the latest gossip.

“Oh, you know…” Your face reddened a little and you looked down into your steaming coffee mug.

He brought his up to his mouth for a sip and stared you down over it. “Do you happen to know where—"

Your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you pulled it out automatically.

“Hey, doll, where did you run off to?” Your heartbeat quickened and you smirked despite yourself. You didn’t need to look up at the sender to know who it was from.

“Know where what,” you offered with no doubt a dazed look in your eyes.

You were definitely going to need a therapist after this job was through.

#johnny knoxville x reader #afab reader #jackass fanfic #jackass smut #johnny knoxville fanfic #dude tumblr WILL NOT let me use the formatting that i want wtf

[severushed-toslytherin]

My friends: hey now don’t be so sad, I’m sad that sk8 the infinity is over too. Try watching this anime, maybe it’ll help you get over it and move on.

Me: *sobbing, surrounded by fanart, fics, and my personal art* o-okay

My friend: *4 days later* so... how’d it go?

Me: *wrapped up in a blanket staring at 50 unread fics* it’s been months and I’m not coping well. Nothing is filling this void 💔

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[suchalonelysunflower]

“One of the Boys” (M.C)

Pairings: Michael Clifford X Reader

Summary: College!AU ~ Friends to Lovers. You and Michael are best friends since forever, that’s why you feel the need to hide your crush on him. But when he makes a hurtful comment, you are determined to prove him wrong. Could that be enough to make him love you?

Warnings: The reader uses she/her pronouns, I’m sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable with that, it was not my intention. Angst with fluffy parts. Language, low self esteem issues, cheating (a little bit, it depends on how you view it) one sexual reference and some grammar and syntax errors (English it’s not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 5.5K

Author’s Note: My first Michael Fic! I waited so long and it’s finally here ✨ This is slyghtly based on a personal experience (mine didn’t have this ending) I hope you like it! Feedback, reblogs and comments are always welcomed, I love to hear from you guys 💕 You can read my other works HERE 🦋

You had to admit it, you weren’t exactly a very ‘feminine’ girl. But that the hell was wrong with that? Yes, you preferred leggings and big hoodies over skirts and tight dresses. Yes, you skateboarded everyday to school and hanged out with boys all the time, drinking beers instead of fancy little cocktails. Yes, you never really cared about boy bands or artists like Justin Bieber or Drake. And yes, you would rather die than have high heels on for more than 2 hours straight. But that’s just who you are, how you’ve always been. His comment shouldn’t have hurt that much, but why are you crying about it?

You have been roomates with Michael since you two started college. You always joked about how you were going to live together someday and have a fridge full of junk food and soda. Well, now you do (except from the junk food part, that proved to be an awful experience)

To be honest, you didn’t have that many friends besides him and your other four knuckleheads you know and love from your early school days. Luke was the youngest of all of you, and maybe that’s why everybody thought he was the innocent one (even though he was the mastermind of almost every prank you ever pulled) Calum was the shy one, as people would put it, but just get to know him a little bit and you wouldn’t be able to shut him up. Ashton is supposedly the mature one, but his quick-witted mind and his inability of staying put in a place gives him the same amount of energy as a five year old. And then there was Michael, your best friend, there isn’t a time in your life where Michael wasn’t by your side, weather it was for pulling a prank on someone, skipping school or just playing video games in his basement, he was always there. So moving in together was a no brainer.

The friendship consisted on having the same level of confidence as an old married couple, trusting each other with everything, nothing being off limits, well, except for one thing…

You and Michael were friends and nothing more. That was clear for both of you. For years you both ignored the teasing and assumptions of you guys being a couple. Just the idea of it seeming so absurd to even imagine. But there’s a fine line between love and friendship.

Over the last few years, you began to think that the idea of being Michael’s girlfriend didn’t sound so bad after all. It was impossible to pin the pivotal point of that thought, but somehow somewhere along the road, you started to feel more flustered every time he leaned into a hug, felt butterflies in your stomach with each look he speared your way or how he said your name with such a caring tone. You found yourself thinking of him more often than not, especially on how his arms would look around you waist, how it will feel to be loved by him, to kiss him…

But you couldn’t think like that, not about your best friend. So it’s better to keep it hidden in the deepest part of your soul, praying to whoever’s above that it will go away soon, but when does that ever work?

Maybe that’s why his comment hurt so bad.

It was a lazy Monday, you didn’t have to work today and that meant you could spend your afternoon beating Michael’s ass in video games. But you couldn’t concentrate with your thoughts wandering over the man who owns your heart. It was the third time you let him win in Mario Kart when he caught on your mood.

“You really suck today, huh?” Michael asked as he watches Mario celebrate yet another victory.

“Or maybe you’re finally getting good” You replied, resting your head lazily in one hand, not taking your eyes from the screen.

Michael furrowed his brows, worrying as he heard a light sigh come out of your lips “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, but you don’t seem to hear him, so he accommodates himself on the couch in order to look at you properly and puts a hand on your leg, just right above the knee “Y/N?”

“Huh?” You say, finally lifting your gaze in order to meet his and oh, how you wish you didn’t. Lost in the sea of those green eyes that consumed every thought of your mind, you felt yourself blushing under him and trying very hard not to think on his hand touching your thigh “What? No, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Liar. You let me win, that never happens. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong”

“Y/N,”

“Nothing’s wrong, Michael. I swear”

His eyes scanned you, knowing damn well something was up.

“Well,” He said, patting your leg, softly “If you’re not gonna tell me… Then I will make you”

Before you could even comprehend what he meant by that, he was already leaning over your figure with a devilish grin as his hands traveled to your sides and started tickling you mercilessly.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you couldn’t contain the laughter that came over you. Begging him to stop, you tried to escape his grip, but it wasn’t the first time this had happened and you know this is a fight you can’t. Michael joined in laughter as he came closer to you, pinning you under him on the sofa.

But suddenly, his movements stop as he becomes very aware of the position you’re in. You give one last laugh before turning to face him, only to find him already staring at you. You shudder under his gaze as you realize the way his legs are intertwined with yours, wondering if it’s his cellphone on the pocket of his shorts or something else is brushing up against your lower body.

Michael’s eyes never leave yours as your breath becomes even. And he couldn’t help but notice the way that your lips parted slightly, almost inviting him for a taste.

“Hey, dude, sorry to bother you but.. Oh shit, you’re fucking on the couch?” A voice came through the door, making you push Michael onto the floor before getting caught in that position. Raising your head over the sofa, you were met by Ashton and Luke’s grin disappearing from their faces as your face came to view “Oh, it’s just Y/N. WAIT, Were you fucking Y/N?!”

Rolling your eyes and giving them the middle finger, you stand up from the couch, regretting ever giving them a key in the first place, and went straight to the bathroom, trying to hide the red of your cheeks.

But just before you could close the door, you heard Michael say “What are you talking about? It Y/N! She’s practically one of the boys!”

He didn’t mean to hurt you. He had good intentions with that comment, of course he did. But you couldn’t stop overthinking it, crying at the thought of you being so unattractive in his eyes.

“So he wants a girly girl?” You thought, already planning a strategy “I’ll show him, then”

That’s how it started. You began to wear the dresses that were long forgotten on your wardrobe, you started using makeup and styling your hair in something other than a messy bun.

It was confusing at first and not at all what you were used to, but there was a new energy surrounding you, a confident one. You were going to show Michael that you could be feminine, maybe that way he’ll notice you in a ‘more than just a friend’ kinda way.

The first time the boys saw you with your new look they were all sharing breakfast in your kitchen. With your apartment being closer to campus they might as well move in.

“Good morning, guys” You said cheerfully, not looking at anyone in particular.

They all stared at you, looking at you up and down. And just before you could reach the cereal box, the questions started coming.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Y/N why are you dressed like a girl? IS THAT MAKE UP?”

“Do you have a date? It’s 8 am on a Tuesday! Who are they? Vampires?”

“Who are you and what did you do to our Y/N?”

“Is the simulation broken?”

“Shhh” You said, raising the palm of your hand as you poured cereal in a bowl “It’s too damn early for any of you to do that much noise and I haven’t had my coffee yet” As in que, Ashton passed you your usual mug “Thank you, and to answer some of your inquiries. 1) Nothing’s going on, Calum. 2) I happen to be a girl, Luke. Thank you for noticing. 3) I do not have a date, nor I should use that as an excuse to put on some nice clothes. I just,, felt like it” You took a long sip from the hot beverage “The simulation broke down a long time ago and I’m still me. I’m just wearing different clothes, that’s all. Right, Mikey?”

Michael choked with his toast, coughing as he tried to gain some composure “Yeah, you look… great” He said with a shy smile, and he was right. The others joined in with the compliments, hyping and teasing you about how he will have to be more protective of you because you will sure bring home some hot dates looking like that.

It’s been a couple of weeks since that morning and everyday Michael complimented you. You’d be lying if you say that every word he says doesn’t fill your heart with butterflies. Maybe there’s a possibility that he feels the same way.

It was a pretty uneventful evening in the little coffee shop where you worked. You didn’t have many clients today, so the dim lights and the sweet voice of Hozier that blasted through the speakers allowed you to daydream. Michael’s face popped out in your mind, smiling as you remembered the way that he looked at you this morning. Finally proving that you were more than just “One of the boys”

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the bell chime when the door opened, only waking up when you saw those same eyes that had you smiling just a minute ago standing in front of you, staring at you as well.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Nothing much” You shrug “Just the same amount of pain and tiredness of the average college experience” Michael rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. That’s when a giggle caught your attention.

The most beautiful woman you ever laid your eyes on was standing next to Michael. She had the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and her wavy hair complemented her face like an angel. She sure didn’t seem real, how did you not notice her when she entered? Were you really that busy focusing on Michael?

“I can totally relate to that” The girl said with a smile, god even her smile was perfect.

“Y/N, this is Veronica. Veronica, Y/N” Michael introduced.

You smiled politely at her and she did the same “Oh, the famous Y/N! I heard a lot about you, I can’t wait to get to know you better”

Um, what? Michael has been talking about you? To her? You couldn’t tell if it was good or a bad sign.

“Really? Well, don’t believe anything he says. Unless they are good things, then he’s right”

“Okay! Thank you, Y/N” He interrupted, mocking annoyance “I’ll take my usual please, darling. And she will have…”

“Just a mocha, please”

You nodded “Coming right up” You smiled at her as she walked to a table. Michael leaned over the counter and whispered.

“Could you do one of those drawing people do in the coffee? She will love that. Thanks.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek and walked away, sitting close to Veronica in one of the booths just before he could notice the way your cheeks turned to a much brighter red.

An hour passes. Then two. Then two and a half. And you were standing there, acting as a witness of their chemistry. You cursed yourself as your eyes drifted towards them, watching them laugh and talk about life. It was clear that Michael was enchanted by her, moving closer and closer every time, and you could tell the feeling was mutual as she laid her delicate hand on his.

Of course Michael would go for the pretty girls. Veronica was gorgeous, you couldn’t pinpoint a single defect on that girl, not even with a magnifying glass and you hated that. You hated the fact that he brought her here, you hated the fact that you have to work while his love story unfolds like a Taylor Swift song, you hated that it you weren’t the one sitting next to him, talking about dreams and how everything just collides perfectly within the universe. But that’s not your story.

“Earth calling Y/N?” A voice calls in front of you “Hello?”

You blink a few times and stare at the tall blond man waving his hand in front of your face “Sorry, Luke. Didn’t see you there” You excuse yourself “What can I get for you?”

“The usual, but this time with at least four more shots of espresso. I have to put an all nighter again cause I have that stupid presentation and you are not listening to me again”

“Sorry, what? Four shots of espresso, yeah.” Your gaze averted his “Anything else?”

“Okay, what’s going on?” Luke followed where your eyes led and soon he was, too, staring at the reason of your distraction “Oh”

Out of the four of them, Luke was the only one who knew about your feelings for Michael. He was always very supportive and didn’t pressure you into confessing right away, knowing it must be hard for you. So he can’t imagine what is going on inside your head right now, watching the man you love on a date.

“He didn’t tell me he had a date” You told him.

“He mentioned this morning” Luke added “Said he met her at one of his classes and that she seemed cool. So he asked her out. He never told us he would bring her here “You clenched your jaw, trying to keep the tears at bay. Luke noticed that “I’m sorry, love. I thought he told you about it”

“She is gorgeous, Luke”

“She’s not you, though” You scoffed.

“Exactly”

“Y/N…”

“I’m fine,” You lied “Really, I’m okay. It was a silly crush anyway. And plus, look how happy he looks”

And it was true. Michael did look very happy chatting and flirting with Veronica. His smile reaching his eyes as she spoke and laugh at all his jokes. He truly must like her, and you… Well, some people are just meant to be the side character of another person’s story.

Luke let out a sigh, knowing well enough to assume you are just going to bury your feelings like you always do “He will soon realize what he’s missing”

************************************************

Well, six months passed and he still hasn’t realized. It’s been six month since that fateful evening where you got your heart broken by the man you love. It’s been six months since Veronica has been a constant part of your daily life, sleeping over, joining on movie nights and replaced your spot next to your best friend. It’s been six months of dressing more ‘girly’, wearing make-up and doing your nails, all of it trying to call Michael’s attention, to make you look more like Veronica, more like someone you are not. And all of that for what? You still ended up crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

Luke has been there for you all this time, letting you crash in his place whenever she came over and trying to distract you from the heartache by making jokes or goofing around, sometimes even letting you stay the night just to talk or cry or whatever you needed.

Tonight, however, it was a special night. Michael texted you saying that he finally found the movie you were dying to see for years! It was a special straight to dvd movie with Betty White that you remember it being your favorite growing up but you could never find it anywhere. And to say that you were ecstatic when Michael suggested a movie night for the two of you, would be an understatement.

You got the popcorn ready, ordered some pizzas and the ice cream was in the freezer. It was the first time in months that you would have time alone with Michael and, honestly, you missed him like crazy. Yes, you know he lives there, but it’s been a while since you guys actually talked or shared a good laugh together. Putting your feelings towards him aside, you just missed your best friend.

Suddenly, the bell rang. It wasn’t uncommon for Michael to forget his keys, so you weren’t really surprised.

“How many times do I have to tell you that we bought you that keychain for a reason and-“ But it wasn’t Michael standing at the door “Veronica.. I thought you were Michael”

The girl smiled, (really, not even a chip tooth?) “Yeah, he told me he’ll be a little late and that I should just go ahead” She said as she made her way into the apartment.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I love movie night!”

He invited her. It was a moment for the two of you and he invited her.

You couldn’t be mad, could you? She’s his girlfriend, after all. She could be here and he had every right to invite her, but… But it still hurt. You thought you’d be spending the evening with your best friend, he said you would. It was a special movie for the both of you, why invite her?

“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” Veronica said, pulling you away from your mind.

“Uh, sure”

“I have to admit, I was really intimidated by you”

“By me? Why?”

“Well, when Michael talked about you I always thought I had to compete for his attention. It was always Y/N this, Y/N that… He assured me that you were just friends, but I didn’t believe him until I met you. I love that he has a friend like you. You really mean a lot to him so, thank you”

You nodded and muttered a “no problem”

She was right, you were just a friend of Michael’s. Why did you ever think you could be more? Especially with someone like her in his life? It was foolish, it was crazy. He would never look at you the same so, why keep trying?

“So, what are we watching?”

“Oh, um… I don’t know. I’m not staying” You said, hiding the pain in your voice.

“But Michael told me-“

“I’m spending the night at Luke’s today. I totally forgot”

You rushed out of the living room and went straight to your room, letting the tears fall as you started packing for a few days. You needed to get away as soon as possible. You couldn’t handle staying here at the moment, it hurt too much.

Just as you were packing the last pieces of clothing, you heard Michael opening the front door. And surely, a few moments later he was pushing yours open.

“What do you mean you’re not staying tonight?” He barged in.

Your back was facing him, so you couldn’t see him, you didn’t want to see him, but he sounded hurt. Quickly, you wiped your tears with the back of the hand and tried to muttered something close to an unbothered tone.

“I’m going to Luke’s”

“You always go to Luke’s, are you two a thing or something? Because you seem to live there more than here”

You let out a small laugh, was he really that dense?

“There’s nothing going on between me and Luke-“

“Then why are you always in his place?”

“It’s none of your business”

“Well, Y/N it is. It is because I wanted you to spend the night because we rarely see each other anymore and now you’re ditching me again!”

He raised his voice a bit, clearly frustrated and confused. That alone made your anger take the best of you.

“Oh please, as if you really want me here”

Michael frowned “What does that suppose to mean?”

“Why did you invite her?”

“Veronica? She’s my girlfriend, I though-“

“I know that she’s your girlfriend, I get it. It’s just-“ You took a deep breath, trying not to cry or scream or both “It’s just that tonight was special, and I wanted to share that with my best friend. Only with my best friend. But I feel like everytime we try to do something together she’s always there and-“

“You don’t like her?”

“What? No, that’s the worst part. I actually think she’s great” You turned around and closed your bag, ready to leave “Michael I’m not going start a fight, I’m going to stay with Luke for a while. Don’t wait up”

You made your way out of the room, but before you could reach the door Michael’s hand grabbed you by the arm, making you stop.

“Michael” You warned “Let me go”

“No, wait. What do you mean with ‘that’s the worst part’?”

“I’m not having this conversation right now.”

“Yes, you are” Michael made you turn around. You were now looking at him in the eyes, he seemed hurt but you,, oh, you were in pain “Y/N, what is going on? You’ve been avoiding me lately, you’re not staying home, you don’t talk to me anymore, you’re dressing differently and sneaking out everytime I’m here. Is it because of Veronica?” You shook your head, slightly “Then what is it? Why are you pulling away from me?”

“Because it’s too damn hard!” You say looking away from him, unable to contain the tears any longer.

Michael’s eyes winded at your answer. His lips parted in surprise at your sudden outburst, wanting nothing more than to hold you but knowing you won’t let him.

“What?”

“You don’t get it, do you? No, you never did” You cry silent tears as your voice comes barely above a whisper “I can’t stay here because it hurts. Everytime I’m here she’s here too, like a reminder of everything I’m not. And I’ve tried-“ you choke “I tried to look more pretty, to be more ‘girly’ and feminine, losing myself every day. Hoping that maybe you’ll notice”

“Notice what?” Michael said softly.

You let out a breath.

“That I’m in love with you, you idiot”

Michael was taken aback by your answer, but he still wasn’t letting go of your arm. You love him? That’s what’s this all about?

“But I know you don’t feel the same. You never did and you never will. After all, I’m just Y/N. Just ‘one of the boys’ am I not?” He didn’t respond “It’s okay, I came to terms with that, I wouldn’t expect you to say something anyways” You released yourself from his grip and grabbed the last bag that laid on your bed “I’ll stay with Luke tonight and I’ll pick up my stuff in a few days”

Michael shook his head, as if he just realized what you just said “Wait, you’re moving?”

“What do you want me to do, Michael? Stay here? Pretend that things will be the same after this?! Go and have a movie night with your girlfriend and say that everything’s okay when I’m tearing myself apart in front of you?” You ask out of anger “I can’t do that, Michael. I need time”

“Y/N-“

“Why do you care anyways? I’m not a main character in your life. I’m not the type of girl you would fall for, or that you would consider feminine enough. I’m not pretty enough or funny enough and I’m tired of that. I’m tired of being an afterthought”

You turned around, already reaching for the doorknob when Michael’s hand wrapped around your waist, twisting you so your back was pressed against the door and your eyes were on him.

“Y/N, you were never an afterthought” He breathed close to you.

“Michael, what are yo-“

“Stay, please” But before you could say anything else, you felt his lips on yours.

The kiss was everything you dreamed it would be. Fast, rough and passionate. His hands traveled down your spine as he deepened the kiss, getting more needy by the second. Your hands flew to his neck, bringing him even closer, wanting to feel every part of him. You wanted to let yourself go, to fill these long needed desire. But you couldn’t forget about the girl waiting in the living room.

With all the strength you could manage, you pushed Michael away from you as the tears came flooding down again.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You spat at him in anger “You can’t do that to me. You can’t just kiss me and expect to fix everything. Who do you think I am?” You could tell he was trying to say something, but you were not in the mood to listen “I won’t let you do this to me. I won’t let you do this to her. I’m leaving, Michael. Get your shit together”

And with that, you ran through the door and didn’t look back.

A few hours later, you were settled in with Luke in his apartment. When you arrived, you asked him to please not say anything, that you weren’t ready to talk just yet. He just nodded and let you in.

You cried on his shoulders for what it felt like an eternity. Your head was pounding and your voice was hoarse. You’ve never felt so heartbroken before.

“C-can I stay here for a while? Until I find my own place?” You asked him.

“Of course, darling” Luke said, kissing your head “Take all the time you need”

You stayed like that for a while. He comforting you through your silent tears until you fell asleep.

A week passes by and you are not feeling any better. You haven’t been sleeping well and you’re barely eating despite Luke’s pleads. Ashton and Calum showed up one day to check up on you, but you still refused to talk about it. Maybe you were embarrassed, maybe the memory of that kiss was too recent, too painful to talk about. Maybe you just didn’t know how.

One night you fell asleep on the living room, the TV working as the background noise that drowned your thoughts. You were peacefully dreaming for the first time in days when the sound of muffled voices woke you up. You were still laying in the sofa, but Luke was nowhere in sight. That’s until you heard him talk.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea”

“Please, I need to talk to her” the other man pleaded.

Michael was standing at the door. He looked like a complete wreck. His hair was undone and a bit greasy from ruffling it with his fingers way too much, his eyes were bloodshot and glossy, still fighting to contain the tears in front of his friend.

“Look, man. I love you, but she doesn’t need this right now and-“

“Let him in, Luke”

The two tall men turned towards you. You were standing behind the sofa, your eyes never leaving Michael’s. Luke simply nodded and headed to his room, giving you the privacy you needed.

“I’ll be there if you need me” He said to you.

You muttered a small ‘Thank you’ to him before fixing your gaze upon Michael. He was still frozen by the door, unsure on how to say what he has to say.

Letting out a breath, you decided to break the ice “Michael-“

“I broke up with her” He said in one breath.

“You what?!”

“The night you left,,, I-I broke up with her because I couldn’t keep lying to myself anymore”

“What do you mean?”

He hesitantly took a step closer to you, afraid that he was overstepping again.

“All this time, for years, I’ve been avoiding my own feelings. Tucked them away at the farthest corner in my closet, hoping that they’ll fade soon. I couldn’t cope with them, I was too afraid to.

‘“I told myself that I was being foolish, immature and downright stupid for thinking that the girl I love would love me back. How could she? She was beautiful, shared my sense of humor, my interests and she was extremely cool. I told myself that a girl like that could never want me. But, strangely, she did, as a friend. And I was content with that, at least I would have her be part of my life.

‘“So I hid my feelings until I couldn’t see them, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t feel them. And every day I would remind myself that she was my friend and I was beyond lucky for that. I kept letting myself down on a daily basis, trying to keep the thoughts away, hoping that one day I could believe them. But I never thought of the consequences my actions had towards the girl.

‘“Y/N, when you left I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like a vital part of me was missing and you took it away with you. And I deserved it, I truly did. Y/N, I was an asshole”

“Michael,”

“No, I was. Hearing you say those things about yourself, like you were broken and needed to be fixed, it broke my heart, darling” His voice broke at the end, fighting helplessly to contain the tears that were burning behind his eyes “I- I never meant for you to think that I didn’t love you for who you were. That you needed to change in order to get me to like you. You shouldn’t change for anyone, love, you are absolutely perfect the way you are. You always have been and always will be.

‘“Y/N, you were never just ‘one of the boys’, you are my best friend, my soulmate and the best thing that has ever happened to me by far. I’ve always known that, but I was just too much of a coward to let it show and I’m sorry.

‘“When you told me you loved me, god. Y/N, I’ve never felt so happy and confused at the same time! I couldn’t fanthom the thought of you loving me, it seemed surreal after so many years of telling myself that it was impossible, almost like a cruel joke. But you did, and I could tell by your eyes that it was true, and I hated myself for that. I hated the fact that I was hurting you instead of loving you like I wanted to. I hated the fact that you felt like you had to leave in order for you to fix what I broke. I hated that I ruined our first kiss by a stupid impulse because you didn’t deserve that. You deserve the world and I was so scared of the fact that I might’ve lost the chance to be able to give it to you.

‘“ I broke up with her the night you left. It wasn’t fair to you, to her or to me to keep denying my feelings any longer. And I know that I don’t deserve it, but I’m standing here to ask you for forgiveness. I’m sorry that I made you feel less than you are. I’m sorry that I broke your heart. I’m sorry that I wasn’t brave enough to tell you this the moment you walked out the door that night. I will keep apologizing for the rest of my life if necessary, Y/N. But I just- I just don’t want to lose you”

You were standing in front of him. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you took in everything he said to you.

He loved you.

He loves you.

And you love him.

Michael was staring at his feet, too afraid to look up and see the disappointment in your face. To scared to lose you and everything you meant to him. Maybe coming here was a mistake, maybe you don’t want to know anything about him anymore. And he deserved that.

“Well,” You finally say, swallowing the lump in your throat “You still owe me that movie night”

His eyes light up as he saw you smiling at him. He returned it by grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him. Leaning so your lips could met again.

Smiling into the kiss, you swore that you will never let go of the other again.

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Stucky (quick fic) [Bucky is typing] part two

part one

Steve isn't sure when it happened, but tomorrow night at nine is suddenly now. Which means he’s about to walk into a strange bar, to meet a strange man, whom he may or may not already be half way in love with over the strength of a handful of text messages and a flirtatiously aggressive phone call. 

Steve’s been deliberating over every single choice he has made in the last fifteen or so hours. Honestly? He’s not a fan of this feeling. What does he wear? What does he say when he gets there? How does he avoid awkward questions about his Captain America persona? Should he try to arrive early and get the jump on Bucky, be ready for him, or should he try to arrive fashionably late? That’s a thing now right? 

Tony’s always saying that, nobody cool arrives on time.

The decision gets taken out of his hands anyway, because yes, he leaves the apartment early, all set to get there and scope the place out, figure out what kind of hipster beer they serve (because Brooklyn is no longer his Brooklyn). Except he gets turned around somehow, google maps takes him in the wrong direction and he’s tempted to throw his stupid Stark phone into a dumpster and set it on fire. Only then he’d have no way to contact Bucky, and he hates the idea of leaving him there waiting.

Sent: Hey, Bucky, this is Steve Rogers, I’m running about 7.5 minutes late. I’m so sorry.

He feels the phone ping in reply and checks it while he’s running (he’s calculated that ETA based on his speed and the distance to travel. He doesn’t have time to stop - and he’s hesitant to go any faster, lest he sweat through his shirt. It took him a really long time to decide on this outfit - he will not ruin it).

Received: well hey Steve Rogers. Im happy to hear you haven’t stood me up. I was ready to give up on you when I looked at my watch and realised *it isn’t even nine yet* 

Steve dodges a skateboarder, looking up from the phone long enough to manoeuvre around her, and then gets a second ping.

Received: Im kinda digging the wholesome vibe you have going tho

And then has to leap over a puppy who’s been tied up outside the deli (who’s walking their dog at nine o’clock at night? Oh, right. It’s Brooklyn) and gets a third ping.

Received:  Very sweet of you to txt

He can feel himself blush as he reads that. He hadn’t meant to be sweet. He’s just used to people needing to know where he is at all times. Maybe that’s not a thing that most people need to worry about, but it does feel nice to know that his consideration is appreciated.

He slows his pace a little, he’s making good time, there’s less people out than he had anticipated which is making the trek easier. Also, now that he’s exchanged more actual words with Bucky he wants to make sure he looks good when he gets there. He’s nervous again.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling. But he’s been putting up with these weird butterflies all day.

And he can see the sign for Elsa’s. He’d looked up the place online (research had been integral to the outfit choice) and now that he can see the patrons coming and going he feels okay. His dark jeans and white button down seemed safe but attractive. And Natasha had persuaded him that the obscenely tight fit was appropriate. And he’s wearing his lucky leather jacket, so fingers crossed this is going to be fine.

Then he walks in the front door and is confronted with the reality of Bucky in the flesh. And Steve was not prepared for this level of perfection. The man is absolutely beautiful up close. 

How is that possible? How is it possible he could  be more attractive in real life than a photo…

Steve has walked through the doors and come to a dead stop. So of course the room has gone quiet. There's only seating room for people at a few scattered tables and stools along the bar. It's at maybe three quarter capacity right now. And everyone is looking at Steve. And Steve is just staring at Bucky. Who has now turned to see what the fuss is about and as his eyes fall on Steve they widen, and a slow, sly smile starts to work it's way up at the corners of Bucky's mouth. He looks over his shoulder to his left and right, turns back to find Steve still staring at him and the smile spreads.

Most of the crowd have gone back to their drinks (he thinks maybe one or two camera shutters went off, but he's not paying attention) and Bucky sets his glass on the bar, stands up from the stool and then looks a bit lost.

Which is adorable, especially considering how forthright he's been about everything up to this point. And standing, he's even more spectacular. In a white t-shirt and navy blue blazer, fitted pants and fluffy, wavy dark hair sitting artfully mussed atop his head, he should be on the cover of a magazine. Steve's fingers itch to put all of that beauty on the page. Map out the sharpness of his cheekbones, the cut of his jaw, the short sculpted beard. Trace the long lines of his lean frame with charcoal.

'Steve?' Bucky asks tentatively, less sure now that Steve has made no move to step closer

'Hey, Bucky,' Steve replies, finally taking a step down into the bar and towards his date.

'Wow.'

'No, I think that's my line,' Steve says, he can feel his grin taking over and he gives zero fucks about how ridiculous he might look.

Bucky ducks his head at the compliment and takes a small step back to let Steve get closer, and offers him the next stool at the bar. 'I guess you were right about the not being cute thing,' Bucky says.

Steve reaches him at the bar and raises an eyebrow.

'Yeah, this is a whole other level,' Bucky gestures up and down Steve's person with a wave of his hand, 'This is some Greek god nonsense.'

Steve laughs at the strange compliment and holds out a hand for Bucky to shake, which he takes, 'It's nice to meet you, Bucky,' he says, still smiling, not quite able to shift his gaze from Bucky's steel blue eyes, alight with promise.

'It's nice to meet you too, Steve.' Bucky hasn't let go of Steve's hand, even as they both sit. He just transfers it to his left and threads their fingers together, lifts their hands to rest on the bar. Like it's the easiest thing in the world.

And Steve... Steve has never felt so connected in his life, it feels like finally coming home.

He never wants to leave.

part three

#stucky #quick fic #steve x bucky #shrunkyclunks #captain america #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Modern Bucky Barnes #1k words #darter-blue #my fics

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3AM Talks

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hargrove!Reader

Request: Hi!! Could you possibly do a Hargrove!Reader, where she’s Billy’s twin and Neil, hurts her one night and billy comes home after being out to find the scene and he loses it and he takes reader out to steve(whom she’s secretly dating) and tells Steve that she’s staying there whilst his parents are out and they’re both like “how the fuck do you know?” AND just super fluffy and angsty and ahhh

Summary: Y/N finds herself in charge of watching Max...except, Max is missing... By the time Billy gets home...the damage is already done. His father had never been an understanding person. Hargrove takes his sister to (begrudgingly) the one person he knows for sure will take them in. Her not-so-secret boyfriend...Steve Harrington. Billy and Steve end up have a..nice, long chat...

Type/Style: Requested, Imagine, female pronouns

Warning(s): Abusive father, violent-beginning, cursing, angst, a protective Billy-goat...

Word Count: 8,800+

a/n: Here it is! Finally!!! :D Thank you all for sticking with me! <3 Coming up are Steve Requests (I did not forget them, do not worry! :) )

It’s a bit longer than I thought...but I figure a topic like this deserves more time to be explained.

I live for Steve & Billy interactions! -- Sorry if this wasn’t what you all expected...I tried to make it as realistic as possible...without making it too long...<3

Next is a Billy fic - one that someone requested, and I’ll be doing it happily!

Sunsets Back Home & Some Steve requests as well! Hopefully getting them all out tomorrow or in the next few days! :D

I hope you like my take on the request! <3

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Y/N hummed to herself, the faint sound of Crazy For You by Madonna filled the hollows of her room. The walls were simple - the same tan coloring that Max’s and Billy’s rooms were. Unlike her brother’s innuendo posters of half-naked women, cars, and motorcycles (all of which, these bare women, were probably riding) - Y/N had band posters and a few (dressed) models scattering her four walls of space.

Her vanity mirror was placed in the corner of her room, across from her small desk. She remembered helping Max with simple things such as straightening her hair or even doing playful-one-time makeovers...(Billy had been dragged into it once...but Y/N had to promise no one would know about it and Max wasn’t allowed to see her big brother look like a complete softcock).

Y/N was sprawled out on her bed; Vogue magazine advertised before her on the sheets as she pondered if she could pull the looks these beauts did. She’d one time asked her brother if she’d be able to make Vogue - to which he responded with a snicker (the ass he was) hell no, Y/N/N. She’d roll her eyes, the running joke being well we’re twins, so looks like you ain’t makin’ it big either, B.

Normally, she and Billy would be hanging out...it was a Thursday night and she and her brother always did something fun on Thursdays (usually that involved just sitting around, swapping music and talking - but sometimes they went for late-night drives or paired up to find a party to crash...and Hargroves knew how to party...that was for sure). Time spent with Billy was time well spent, in her opinion.

But not tonight, he mentioned something about a date (which was code for one-night stand). I’ll be back, kid. Is what he’d told her, stopping by her room on his way out, leaning on her doorframe (like the ‘cool kid he was’, or as she said ‘like the fingerprint leaving asshole he was’). She’d frowned. Where are you going? Billy rolled his eyes, scratching his neck as he lazily watched her from across the way. I got a date. Sighing, she waved him off with a scrunched up nose. That’s fucking disgusting - ew, no! Billy don’t wiggle your eyebrows...get out - get out! Goodbye, Billy! He only laughed, saluting her before he continued down the hall. The thud of the front door and the piercing rev of his engine marking his departure.

She wanted to catch a movie - Back To The Future had come out and she was itching to see it...Y/N supposed she could wait another time. For now, she judged the too-skinny, too-perfect figures and welcomed her radio as a white-noise. Maybe she’d give Steve a call...was he babysitting tonight?

Her door was abruptly slammed open, giving her a heart attack on the spot - her hands fumbling with the booklet. Her y/c/e eyes snapped up, her body shocked rigid as she spotted Neil. Letting out a slow breath, she sat up, Vogue in hand as she fidgeted with the pages.

“You need something, sir?” She asked, remembering Billy who constantly told her to always stay calm, be relaxed, and act as civil as possible (even if he didn’t listen to his own advice...always being arrogant, sarcastic, and short with the man their father was...Do as I say, kid, not as I do).

Neil scanned her room as if searching for an imperfection to bring to light. Y/N only waited in a choked buzz of Bowie’s Let’s Dance, thankful that there was something else sounding off other than her own heartbeat. The tension in the room was suffocating...absolutely terrifying. When he found none, he spoke (she could almost taste his disappointment).

“Me and Susan are going out. You and your brother are going to watch Max,” He was fixing his coat’s collar and Y/N bit her lip for a moment, tapping her pointer on the magazine’s cover.

Clearing her throat, Y/N grabbed his attention,” Billy’s not home.” It felt like playing a game of chicken in the streets...which car was going to pull away first? Or...would there be a brutal accident to deal with? Would one car be worse off than the other? Y/N wasn’t sure who was winning and who was losing, all she knew, was that this game was not fun.

“You’ll be watching Maxine then, got that?” Y/N nodded. Her father raised his eyebrows - waiting for a proper response. Her mouth felt dry. “Yes, sir.”

They were gone after Susan gave a soft wave passing by, her father not giving a second thought of her as he left. The door banging shut behind him. She could breathe again...how did Billy do this? He spoke more to Neil than she did, always taking the initiative into his own hands...time and time again.

Standing up, Y/N forced her legs to work with her after that soul shaker of an interaction. Walking down the hall to Max’s room, she knocked on the door with her right hand; four raps. When there was a heartbeat of silence she wondered if Max heard her. She tried again.

Silence.

“Hey, Riding Hood? You in there?” She asked, bouncing on the balls of her heels as she waited - wanting to finish the section of Tips & Tricks For Flawless Skin - maybe she and Steve could have a spa-day...He happened to like facemasks, believe it or not (but had an odd tendency of eating the cucumbers for your eyes...). The white door was never opened, so she sighed, turning the doorknob herself.

“Hey - Maxie, did you hear me?” Y/N’s words trailed off, crashing to the floor along with her heart. The room was empty. The only sign of recent inhabitance was the open window and the absence of a familiar skateboard...

Running a hand through her hair, Y/N exited the room - calling her little sister’s name as she briskly walked to the kitchen...to the living room...and back to Max’s.

Y/N could feel a creeping terror in her throat and she wondered where Max could’ve gone. Mike’s? El’s? The Byers’? She was back in her own bedroom - pacing the carpet swiftly. The radio had been turned off so she could think and she was listening to the rhythm of blood coursing through her veins like her favorite song.

She didn’t have a car...couldn’t afford it - besides, Billy always took her wherever she needed...Y/N hadn’t needed a car up until this point. Not even when she needed to sneak out...Steve had his own car...a simple park down the block and no one would know who she was with, and where. Saying that...this was bad.

It hadn’t been the first time Max left without as much as a trace... Most times, she was back before anyone knew she was gone...other times...Billy paid for it (He tried his best to keep Y/N’s skin as flawless as Vogue’s stupid lures...he’d joke even with a busted lip that she needed to keep her skin healthy...so she can show their asses up one day!).

But that was when it was the both of them watching her...Billy wasn’t here now, it was eight o’clock...he wouldn’t be back till later...her father would be back in two hours tops - leaving her only one-hundred-twenty minutes to find Mayfield.

She quickly crossed the bedroom - exiting, and walking to the living room. She picked up the house phone and dialed the Wheelers’ number. Y/N was nervously curling the cord around her thumb and index finger, biting her lip as her eyes subconsciously kept flickering to the front door. The other line was dead for some time...she wondered if anyone was home...maybe the kids were caught up playing DnD - but then wouldn’t Karen or Ted answer for them?

There was a slight pause, a seeming hiccup - and then a voice.

“Hello? Who’s calling?” Y/N sighed, thanking her stars.

“Hey, Mrs. Wheeler - I was wondering if Max was over, it’s Y/N.” she explained while listening intently (pretending Billy and her didn’t make fun of Karen for flirting with him at the pool...That’s gross, B! -- Yeah, but it’s so funny how easy it is, Y/N!).

“Max? - Oh, the little redhead! No - haven’t seen her-- have you seen my son, by chance?” Y/N sighed, realizing Karen was in a similar situation.

She quickly mumbled a no, I’m sorry, before hanging up and biting at the skin of her cheek. “No need to worry,” she told herself softly,” Call Hopper!”

Long story short, no one picked up. She assumed El was out - probably with the party, God knows where, and Jim was probably down at the station working... The last-ditch effort she had was the Byers’. As she began punching in their house number - she stopped - remembering their phone hadn’t been working for some time...something with the kids accidentally knocking it off the wall - all Y/N knew, was that Steve had warned them not to do it (That’s all you said to stop them, Steve? -- Welll...no...I said a few other things...-- You’re useless, Harrington!) - whatever it was - but they’d done it anyway and...now the Byers’ receiver didn’t work.

Glancing at the clock mounted on the wall entering the kitchen, she saw that she had roughly an hour and thirty-six minutes...that was enough time to walk to the Byers’ and back...right? Riding a bike was out of the question, she didn’t have one and she didn’t have time to just...go buy a brand new bike either...so walking it was.

Billy had always been a good brother. In his own way, he cared (even for Max, who claimed that Hargrove couldn’t give two shits about the air I breathe as long as it's not his). Billy would always look out for both his sisters - in ways they’d never notice. He was subtle like that.

Like the times he’d scare twerps off from bothering the party...it seemed that Hargrove could be rather intimidating - especially if you were a fourteen-year-old who liked to bully his step-sister and her nerdy buds.

Or when Billy would purposefully stay up late - knowing that Y/N was upset, or maybe something was wrong; waiting for her to come knocking on his door at eleven o’clock...asking if he was still awake...

Y/N had learned, through eighteen-years of knowing Billy, he’d always be there for them...no matter what. Support them through hardships, celebrate with them through victories, and holding their hands when they were scared. He may not...always show it...but...he was doing his best - and that’s all anyone ever asked for; could ever ask for.

Y/N had halfway ran, halfway walked to the Byers - tired beyond all hell when she got there, her calfs burning. Knocking on the door obnoxiously, she waited impatiently; how much time had passed? Twenty-five minutes? Thirty-five? She wasn’t sure. It couldn’t have taken long...right?

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang--

The door was yanked open. There stood Joyce, eyes wide and a clear confusion and worry crossing her features as she took in the girl in her doorway. It was just coming nine and she hadn’t been expecting anyone...certainly not Y/N Hargrove.

“Are you okay, sweetie? Do you need something?” The mother asked quickly.

Y/N shook her head, y/c/e eyes desperate as she tugged at her y/c/h locks. “M-Max, I’m looking for Max -- is she here?”

Joyce crossed her arms, shaking her head,” No, sweetie. She left a little while ago - said she was going home.” Thank, God...

“Why did so--,” “Oh, no, ma’am! Don’t worry! I-I was just...I was...I thought she was here...turns out - she’s not...and...and she’s at home.”

Y/N’s happiness slowly melted away as she realized Max was home...alone. Max was home alone.

“I’m s-sorry for bothering you, Joyce! But I can’t stay t-to talk! I-I need to go!”

Running home was not fun. It was not easy. It was not what Y/N wanted to be doing at nine o’clock on a Thursday night. She was sweaty, exhausted, and scared. Y/N was panted hard, her legs screaming, as her street now came into view - date night was always two hours...two hours...she could be home, and act like nothing ever happened...everything would be fine...until it wasn’t.

Her father’s car was parked out front. Slowing beside it, she felt tears well up in her eyes. How long had it been there? When did they get back? Was Max home? Did they realize Max was gone? Did he realize she was gone? Which she Y/N was referring to...Y/N didn’t even know herself...either way; she was still in trouble.

She’d never been so hesitant to open the front door - the porch light wasn’t on - so maybe they weren’t expecting anyone home...but...that was just Y/N trying to comfort her raging nerves. They knew Billy was out; even then, the light was off. Neil never turned it on - claiming it was a waste of money to have it burning all night.

Y/N opened the door. It was unlocked. Had she left it unlocked? She couldn’t remember. Her house keys were in her pockets, but that didn’t mean she necessarily used them in her haste to find Max...

The lights in the house were all off...a good sign...a very good sign (she’d shut them off when she left). That’s how she took the sign anyway. The door clicked shut with a soft sound, and she inched her way down the hall. She checked Max’s room...not having to open the door as she could make out the faint glow (of what she thought to be) Max’s desk lamp casting orange underneath the doorway. Then, Y/N walked past her closed room - to Billy’s...his door was wide open and was empty. It was only nine-forty-three (which she checked while walking back to her room - stopping in the kitchen) and the house was completely still.

She didn’t like how quiet it was...but...maybe that was a good thing.

But didn’t they say; good things never last long?

She turned her doorknob and pushed the opening to reveal her room. The lights were off, save for the tickle of silver moonlight from her window. Stretching a handout, she flicked her light switch on. Her hand shot up to her mouth as she muffled a scream of surprise.

Her father was seated on her bed. He didn’t look happy.

“I-I can e---,” “Max was home alone, Y/N.” his words dug into her, slow and menacing.

“I-I didn’t--,” “I thought I told you to watch her, Y/N?” She felt small...so, so small.

“I-I know, sir - and I-I w--,” “Then tell me, why did I come home, to find your little sister, home alone...” He was standing, and at this moment, Y/N wondered over and over (like every time this happened) how Billy did it.

She couldn’t sell Max out now...if she told him Max had snuck out - Neil might get angry at her...yet, Y/N knew he always blamed the sitter...even if this was the one exception - she wasn’t going to risk it. She’d cover for Max...because...that’s what Billy would do.

“I’m s-sorry, sir.” She whispered, the fear stopping her from crying out like she wanted to do. The fear tore at her, leaving Y/N helpless and stunned like a deer in headlights. Very harsh, powerful headlights.

Neil shook his head, wiping his hand over his face, dragging it along his chin as he watched the girl still frozen in the doorway. “Come here, Y/N.” Her body didn’t move, every sense in her telling her to run...run...run...

“Y/N. Come. Here.” Like a game of Simon Says, not wanting to lose - and the commanding word being Y/N...her feet drug her forward. She stood with an arm’s length between them...but that was all he needed.

Crack.

He’d struck her across the face, her head snapping to the side at the impact. She’d expected it...but...she never could prepare herself for it. She wished Billy was here, he’d know what to do...God, she wished Billy was here...

Her chin was seized roughly, Neil forcing her to look him in the eyes, his free hand clutching her wrist tightly. She bit her lip, trying not to look weak...not to give in.

“I thought we talked about this, Y/N...what did we talk about? What do I tell you and Billy all the time?” He hissed, his fingers digging bruises into her jaw and forearm.

Her eyes welled with tears and she was thankful for the dim lighting, saving her from looking the man in the eyes and seeing the monster that lived under her bed, that ran to her closet whenever she had Billy check for her as he’d done growing up...The monster always showed up when it was most unwanted...

She was thankful Neil couldn’t see her eyes. Y/N’s y/c/e eyes were filled with fear. Filled with anxiety and a stormy glaze that could only describe this; I knew this was coming...she left...but I won’t sell her secret to you...not the devil...no... If she’d learned one thing from her brother - it was that hell was never a pretty place to be...and sometimes, it was closer than you’d think...but despite that - you never made a deal with Lucifer.

“What did we talk about? Answer. Me.” Her arm was splintering in pain, his grasp so firm she wasn’t sure blood could find her fingertips anymore. She’d turn away from him, but he held her jaw so tensely she was scared to breathe.

The number of times their father will drill into them...Respect and responsibility. Until they learned that - until he was satisfied by it - then they could rest easy. But Y/N knew...she knew the devil never played fair. No matter what she did, or what she said - she’d never hold an ace hidden up her sleeve. Not like him.

“R-Respect. A-And responsibility,” she gritted out, her lips barely moving to produce the words. Panic, frustration, and hatred keeping her mouth locked in place.

Another strike to her face, her cheek stung and she could feel the making of a bruise find her nerve ends, but she refused to cry.

“Respect a-and responsibility, sir.” Y/N repeated while trying to pull away from her father.

“Don’t.” His hand holding hers whipped up and then down, throwing her to the floor with an immense thrust. Y/N moved to stand, but a sharp pain to her side had other plans.

It rained down like a hurricane and she could only wish for it to stop. Biting back her pain, she tried protecting her head and neck - Billy taught her that.

“We went over this, Y/N!” He yelled - fists, boots, and words flying as he gave into his anger. She wondered how much her body could take before she gave up. Billy would be strong...Good God...where was Billy?

From the moment she walked in, she could tell Neil had been drinking a little - his breath smelt of dead dreams and alcohol. She assumed it came with dinner...or, for his own enjoyment...it was hard to think while her body rippled with agony.

She tried zoning it out...all of it. The beating, her father, his words...she focused on her brother, Max being safe, the party, Steve...yeah...Harrington had taken her on a lovely date the other night - he’d taken her out to the cinema, and then they’d picked all the kids up for dinner...Y/N had ended up with milkshake on her shirt (thanks to Lucas and Dustin) and Steve had offered her his jacket...it was still a fond memory - the party was like a family to her...a better family she knew than her own kin to be...

She didn’t know when it stopped, or if it would never stop...all she could see were swimming images of whom she loved until she couldn’t feel anything anymore. Everything went numb...but...maybe it was better this way.

Billy had just gotten home. It was well past one and he knew for a fact, that Susan and Neil were asleep. They were never up this late - so he’d never have to worry about getting laid in on for being out at an hour like this.

His car parked outside, he entered the house as noiselessly as silence itself. He walked down the hallway hesitantly, but the faint sound of his father’s snoring was enough to ease him to walk normally.

“Y/N? You up?” He was standing at her door. It was cracked open, the lights off. That didn’t mean she was asleep - there had been plenty of times he’d find her awake, just sitting in the dark; listening to a soft hum of her stereo...except the radio had been turned off and the only noise was the lull of night muffled by the house.

He pushed the door open, the dim touch of moonlight having him squint to see her laying on the floor. Billy rolled his eyes. Dumbass probably fell asleep - had she been reading or something again? Nonetheless, he walked over, gently leaning down to pick her up.

She didn’t even react to his arms lifting her; Y/N felt like deadweight - but it didn’t bother him. She seemed tired. He was carefully walking her to the bed, making sure she wouldn’t stir - and she didn’t...and it was now that he questioned if she were a heavy sleeper or not...Billy couldn’t remember.

He settled her down, and when he moved to cover her with the comforter - he noticed something by her nose. It was like a dark line - a streak almost. Billy used the palm of his hand to rub it away. He leaned to the lamp on her nightstand, and when it clicked on, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t feel his heart in his chest anymore...

Black and blues littered her arms, her face was swollen and an ugly handprint was nestled on her right side, her nose was bleeding, her bottom lip was busted...he was sure if he lifted her shirt - he’d only be met with a terribly splotchy rendition of the night sky.

“Fuck, fuck, fucking hell,” he cursed, touching her shoulder gently - attempting to shake her awake. “Y/N? -- Kid? Wake up, c’mon -- it’s okay now...you’ll be okay now...it’s me...it’s Billy.”

She only groaned, a whimper escaping her at his touch - his hand jerking away like he’d encountered something hot. It seemed everything hurt...

“Y/N - please wake up, I...I need to know...what happened,” Billy knew what happened...but he needed to know how bad it was...she only moaned, a painful noise, swelled eyes not opening. He needed to know if he’d be sending a demon back to the gates of hell right now...he could live with murder...

Damnit. He slammed his hand to the headboard. His anger tickling his neck red as he thought horrible thoughts...he’d kill the bastard, he’d fucking kill him. Billy wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, but he also wanted to cry. Why’d he go out? For some stupid fuck? Why had he left her alone? Why had he left her alone? Why? Why? Why?

He’d left her...it was Thursday, for fuck's sake...it was supposed to be their night...and he’d ditched that for an easy hit and run... Billy felt like a fool. This was all his damn fault. If he’d been here, he could’ve helped her....he...he could’ve done something for her...anything...he’d have been taken the--

The low murmur of his name drew his attention, and he fell down to his knees - grabbing her hand softly in his own. He was shaking. “Y-Y/N -- it’s okay...it’s me...It’s Billy,” the blond repeated, pulling her hand up to touch his cheek, letting her know it was him; the warmth of his skin. His presence heavy as he watched her frail figure.

“H-How was your...d-date?” When she asked him that, Billy almost didn’t know what she was talking about. He shook his head and moved to pick her up - scared by the sounds of someone walking around the house.

“It was shitty,” he grumbled, easily carrying her out the door, out the house, and into his car. Her breathing was troubled - like it hurt to do so...and God, did it hurt BIlly to watch her in so much pain...

“Wh-What’s happening, B?” She asked softly, throat dry, head splitting with pain.

Billy didn’t answer her. Only held her hand as he drove...drove fast down the road.

Steve had been asleep. Why wouldn’t he be? It was one-thirty-one in the morning and it had been a Thursday night. He liked to have stayed up late, talking to his girlfriend on the phone - but Harrington knew Thursdays were reserved for Billy (even if Steve pouted...Y/N never traded those nights for anything). So, instead he figured he’d catch up on well-deserved rest - the kids had been dragging him around recently like a doll and he wasn’t sure how well his body was doing. He didn’t get paid enough - well, he didn’t get paid at all.

To be woken up by a brash hammering, he thought maybe it was just a dream...but then the sound of his name being called - along with Harrington! Get your fucking ass out here or I’ll break this goddamn door down, shithead! - was not a dream.

The brunette was groggy as he trucked down the steps, a pair of plaid boxers covering his lower body with a loose hanging T-shirt adorning his chest. His parents were out of town for work and he had the house all to himself (another reason he wanted to spent the night with Y/N - but it was Billy and her Thursday night...and she religiously scheduled it every week).

“What the hell...?” he groaned, swinging the door open to reveal a blurred figure.

Rubbing his eyes - Steve realized who it was, and suddenly his unstyled hair didn’t seem so important (because yes, he’d thought about fixing it before answering the door...he hadn’t had his priorities figured out yet, okay?! How was he supposed to know the importance?).

“H-Hargrove--,” “Move.” Billy shoved his way into the nice home - heading straight for the living room...carrying Y/N with him like a fragile piece of art. Steve raced to turn the lights on, still not understanding why the Hargroves were here - until he saw the state his girlfriend was in. (He didn’t even have time to think about how Hargrove knew exactly, where he lived...)

“W-What the fuck happened to her?” He asked, crouching down to Y/N’s level, a hand coming up to brush some y/c/h strands from her bruised face.

Billy was quiet for a moment, wiping his forehead with his shirt. “Our father.” That was all he had to say for Steve to understand...he’d been together with Y/N for...well...coming five months? He’d met her in school - fresh out of Cali...the three siblings had been the talk of the small town (especially the supposed party animal and his drop-dead-gorgeous sister).

It was love at first sight - for Harrington at least. He had tried acting cool...but that backfired as soon as he realized just how perfect Y/N was. A pretty smile, sweet laugh, delicious-smelling hair, smooth, sun-kissed skin, and to tie it all together - she came with an overbearing little bow of Billy Hargrove...

He remembered when Billy had shown up at the Byers’ house just last year - asking for his sisters...claiming a little bird told him they were with him; Steve had been trying to persuade the children to calm down and just let the starting team do their job (it hadn’t worked out).

Billy had seen Max’s head peek out and he’d already had Steve on the ground before he could justify himself. I thought I told you to stay away from my sister, Harrington? He’d given Lucas the same treatment...it had only gone downhill from there... Ending with Y/N offering to stay there with Billy for a little while, coming to help them later. She said I can’t leave him here like this...he’s my brother, Harrington... (Steve liked that idea better anyway, kept her away from the trouble).

So, when Steve had finally gotten the courage to ask Y/N out...he hadn’t been surprised when she turned him down. It only had him fight harder to prove his worth and after a torturously slow convincing...she’d finally broken...five months later and counting...and she was still by his side.

Steve had always been a bit of a worry-wart, he couldn’t help it - he watched six headass kids twenty-four-seven...it was in his blood now. “I-I’ll get the first-aid kit,” he quickly mumbled, leaving Billy to stand by his sister - a savage glint in his eyes that Harrington didn’t feel comfortable being around (they weren’t best friends after all, and Steve was sure if Billy had the chance - he’d skin him like a jack-rabbit...).

Returning within seconds, he gently lifted Y/N’s head, her slight hum all he needed to feel more relieved. “H-Hey...how you doing?” He offered weakly, placing her head back down in his lap as he balanced the kit on the armrest.

“B-Billy?” Steve shook his head, pulling a clean cloth to her face, dabbing the blood from her nose. “It’s Steve, hun.”

Y/N’s eyes were barely open, she frowned with a wince. “I’m here, kid...I’m here.” Billy’s gruff tone was enough to have her relax into Harrington’s touch without having to worry for her brother. Steve’s eyebrows furrowing, it made him sick to think she even had to worry about Billy like that.

“Hargrove - you wanna grab something in the freezer for me, like ice or whatever?” Steve asked, eyes focused on the bruises along Y/N’s cheeks. His heart was twisting, all he wanted was to cuddle her and take away all her pain...instead, he resolved on playing nurse for now.

Billy gave a curt nod, his boots fading into the kitchen. Steve took the small moment of isolation to press a gentle kiss to Y/N’s forehead. The y/c/h haired girl only looked puzzled after a half-smile tossed in his direction.

Steve was mumbling an apology as he applied disinfectant to her cut forehead, when she spoke,” W-Why am I here?” He was about to ask what she meant - Harrington figured she was here because Billy didn’t like the idea of keeping her in an unsafe environment in the state she was in...when he halted. Hand hovering over her brows.

Why did Billy bring Y/N here? There were so many other places to take her - Steve’s house couldn’t have been his first thought...and yet, as Billy walked back in, ice pack in hand...it felt like it had been.

Hargrove took a seat in the armchair nearest the couch Y/N was laid across, his elbows resting on his knees as he hid his mouth in his hands. Steve was staring at the curly-blond and Billy’s blue eyes dodged up to meet his brown ones.

“What?” Was all Billy charged while leaning back, his hands falling to his lap as he squirmed with the rings on his fingers.

Steve shook his head, breathing nothing, before looking down to his girlfriend. Billy...didn’t know...did he? No...they’d been cautious about it - meticulous and secretive - it’d been the most planning he’d ever done in his entire life...and he’d fought demodogs before...

Sure, Hargrove had the knowledge of mutual friendship between his sister and The Hair - they spent time with the party and so that was expected, being the only teens each other’s age. But, as far as Steve knew; they promised not to tell him...not yet anyway. He’d specifically told Y/N he didn’t care who she dated (it was her life after all) but God forbid it, kid - you better not end up fawning over that shithead, Harrington. No sister of mine is gonna sling it with the ex-King of Hawkins.

The distaste from one another stemmed thick and deep; Hargrove didn’t like Harrington, Harrington didn’t like Hargrove... Hiding their relationship was something that came with dating Hargrove’s beloved sister - Steve didn’t mind (much). He figured Billy would rip him a new one if he ever found out. Probably feed him to the Upside Down...or worse (What’s worse than that, Harrington? -- Being feed to Billy).

There had to be another reason Billy had taken Y/N here...and unless it was brought up in the short conversations of rival men - Steve wasn’t going to give Billy the ammunition to do shoot Steve in his own foot.

“More bruises...?” Y/N grumbled, hands skimming the ghosts of what he assumed were blooming blemishes along her stomach, back, chest...and well... her entire torso...

Steve nodded, licking his lips, his mouth dry as he ran a hand through her hair. It didn’t make him feel so hot to see the love of his life so...broken. He felt useless.

“Take your shirt off, Y/N/N so I can see what we’re dealing with,” Harrington decided, helping her sit up.

“Let it hang around your neck, kid,” Billy’s stern tone cut in, and Steve choked on his spit - Billy had been so quiet he forgot Hargrove was there.

Steve only nodded. He figured it’d be easier than taking it fully off anyway. Billy’s burning gaze didn’t help though - did he think Steve would try something? Wow...makes you feel great...Steve had some decency.

Y/N had difficulties getting her arms through their proper holes; so Steve gingerly helped her - trying not to do it for her, while also trying not to touch her for too long, on top of trying to well....help her. Billy was not making this easy.

Once the T-shirt was around her neck, hanging loosely (a pleased Billy following as it hung covering her chest, presumably what he wanted - only causing Steve to roll his eyes. He wanted to say - You know how many times I’ve seen her naked? Screw that - you know how many times I’ve undressed her? But he didn’t think he’d be safe to do so...).

“Oh, Y/N....” Steve muttered softly, biting his lip as his eyes filled with guilt. Her back was to him, and the litter of blue, black, purple, and yellow was like a child’s poorly done finger-painting. Streaks here and there, uneven and messy. Lifting his left hand, he warily brushed the skin; it was hot...feverish hot.

“I-I know...” she answered with a choked sob, her hands flying to cover her mouth. Billy was looking away from her, his eyes blinking away anger (he wasn’t about to let Harrington’s ass see him cry). “I’ll get more ice.”

Billy stood up swiftly and left the room - a slow string of curses finding him - Steve swore Hargrove thumped a fist to his kitchen counter...was Billy aware how much granite cost?

“Come here, my love,” he whispered, tugging her back into his chest. He swung his leg up to rest on the sofa, bordering where she sat as if his limb were a railing to keep her from falling.

Y/N leaned back, crying softly into his chest (it didn’t help that doing so was causing her abdomen hell). “Shhhh, it’s okay now...I’ve got you, babygirl...I’ve got you.” Y/N found solace in Steve’s words, gripping the thin material of his shirt she listened to the fast beating of his heart...

Bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum, bu-dum...

“I-I’m sorry...y-you have to s-see me like this,” she apologized, which only had Steve sink lower, drawing her as close as humanly possible.

He shook his head against hers as he rested his chin atop her. “No, no, no! Don’t you dare say you’re sorry, darling...this...is not your fault. It never is.” He kissed her hair tenderly and felt his own eyes well up (he refused to cry...he didn’t need Hargrove seeing him as a total softie - and Steve needed to be strong for his girl right now...).

“I-It’s so late-e though...y-you must’ve b-been asl--,” He tilted her head back, hating the way he could almost fit his hand in the same spots as the growing bruises on her jaw. He hated how the print of Neil was still glowing.

He gently shared a kiss with Y/N - forgetting Billy was in the kitchen...he could always deal with that later. She needed to know he was there...really there. Always.

“You, are the most beautiful creature...ever, and I don’t ever want you to say you’re sorry...for-r --,” he paused licking his lips and rubbing his nose to hers,”- for that bastard’s mistakes. You’re too good for that, you don’t deserve that, babygirl.” Steve would never blame her, not for anything. Certainly not this...She was like a flower - a flower that Harrington kept and cherished in his garden of gold.

He took care of it; watering it with hugs and kisses (sometimes drowning her in them...but he found that her particular type thrived on excessive gestures like so). He made sure she was healthy - always getting enough sunlight - making sure she shone that brilliant smile of hers...outdoing any star he’d ever seen...Steve made sure she could always call his garden home...that even if she had nowhere to go - he’d receive her with open, consoling arms.

Steve only hummed softly, Y/N entangled in his arms, their legs entwined as he threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her head close to his heart. He whispered sweet nothings and means of okay to her...and eventually, she gave in...Y/N fell asleep there in his arms and he’d never have it any other way.

“God, you’re such a fucking sap, Harrington,” Steve’s neck hairs stood on end - Billy was standing in the archway that connected the kitchen to the living room. Steve told himself that maybe he hadn’t heard Billy right - or hoped that Billy hadn’t heard him right...

The muscular boy walked over, handing Steve frozen peas, mumbling something about how it’d do better than the lousy packs in Harrington’s freezer.

Steve nodded, moving slowly to take it from the brother - not wanting to disturb Y/N’s sleeping form. He pressed the cold bag to her exposed back, he felt her tense up, before easing back into him.

“She um...she kinda just fell asleep on me,” he explained while avoiding eye contact with the blond. Billy took his original seat - the armchair, but this time, he wasn’t fidgeting or staring at the floor. His blue eyes were fixed on the girl.

Clearing his throat awkwardly - Steve readjusted the bag, he was sure to help sooth these marks it would end up taking more than one bag of frozen veggies to make an impact.

 “How long?” Brown eyes flickered up, meeting blue.

“For?” Steve asked confused, though tried to sound as casual as possible. There weren’t very many times he and Hargrove were in one another’s company...this was the first they’d not been at each other’s throats...

Billy rolled his eyes, scratching at his neck. “How long have you been in love with her?” No beating around the bush, it seemed.

“I-I, uh, well,” Steve’s face flushed pink. The soft lighting of the numerous lamps already bathed him in orange...hopefully hiding the blush well enough. His eyes glanced to the clock by the fireplace...two-twenty-seven. God, it’s too fucking early for this bullshit....he’s really gonna do this to me? -- His sister’s half-naked on top of me...passed out -- and he’s really gonna do this to me?

Billy chuckled, though Steve didn’t see amusement reach his eyes...it was almost a forced laugh (like he was mocking Harrington). “You do love her? Don’t you, Harrington?” Steve could only nod, unsure if the answer should be yes or no...he could see both ending terribly as it was.

“God, and here I thought you were more of a man than this, Pretty Boy,” Billy scoffed, shaking his head as he reclined into the cushion of the seat.

“Since I met her,” Steve suddenly mumbled, his eyes set on the slow rise and fall of breath from Y/N. The hand not holding the frozen packet, circling her waist to keep her in place.

Billy observed his movements as if examining an opponent on the court....looking for a bluff, a flaw, a weak advantage. Hargrove thought he found it without having to try...and it was sitting in Steve’s lap - cuddled close to his chest. “Speak up, Harrington.” He grunted.

“The first day I met her,” Steve repeated, his voice steadier than before...louder than before...the sudden wave of confidence was found when he realized...it didn't matter what Billy thought...Steve loved Y/N...and she loved him. That’s all the reassurance he needed, and he remembered it with each breath she took.

“I fell in love when I saw her,” Steve confessed, his voice softening at the memory. “I-I think she was walking to find you, actually - it was after school one day...she’d asked me where the boy’s locker room was,” he chuckled to himself, hand running through her y/c/h locks. “I had been dying to meet these Hargrove twins for weeks now...but...I guess...I’d never had the pleasure of being formally introduced.”

“It...it was like watching a movie. She was walking down the hall, in my direction...and she said hi to me...nothing much. Enough to keep me coming back, y’know?... To want more.” Billy was quiet as Steve spoke, letting him ramble for as long as he wanted - Hargrove was trying to prove a point that he wasn’t sure blockhead could see just yet (that he knew about their relationship but getting Harrington to spill his guts out was even better).

“Then, I remember walking with her - I had to grab my gym bag anyway, and she had the prettiest laugh. I don’t remember what I said, but I remember the feeling of pride...-- Like, I’d done something really good...”

“She said I was nice - she said she liked my hair and - you know, that sent me over the moon,” Steve was laughing softly, trying not to move too much with Y/N’s head rested on his chest.

“I love her, Billy,” he told while glancing the brother’s way - his silence had been a bit mortifying...but Steve didn’t want Hargrove to think he’d actually been terrified to hear what he had to say. “I love her and I know you don’t like it - but...I can’t change how I feel.”

A few minutes passed by, and neither spoke again. Billy had gotten up, exchanging the now thawed peas for a fresh pack of them (mumbling something about the Harringtons’ having too many frozen vegetables). Roughly fifteen minutes of eerie stillness was carried between them - Billy had an arm bent at the elbow, holding his face up. His other hand tapping his jean covered thigh.

Steve was keeping himself occupied with moving the makeshift ice pack around, looking out for missed cuts (which there were a few) and treating them accordingly. Y/N was still propped between his legs, using him as a pillow - her hands rested around his waist peacefully locking him down.

“She loves you a lot, you know.” The suddenness of Billy’s low tone startled the brunette. He had thought that because it’d been quiet for so long...their conversation had long been shut down.

Steve gave a short closed-mouth smile. “You think so?” Harrington asked while shifting the pack to rest on Y/N’s shoulder.

“We have thin walls at home, Harrington. I hear her talking to you for hours on the phone,” Billy noted while shaking his head at the thought. “Did you know our houselines are all connected?” Hargrove was clearly messing with Steve - as if indicating he’d snuck on calls with them...it was a joke...but...coming from Billy - Steve was slow to react.

Steve sighed. “So you know then?” Billy shrugged. “Give or take, I know enough to realize she’s been seeing you for more than a month.”

The curly-blond chuckled. “I know my sister, Harrington. There’s no reason for her to be going on walks a seven o’clock. It’s not like we have a dog.”

“Maybe you’re not as dense as I thought,” Steve jabbed. Billy only grunted in response, not laughing, but not taking too much offense to his words.

Hargrove rolled his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger before saying,” You know - telling me wouldn’t have done anything.”

“You’re saying my head wouldn’t have been on your wall? Like a trophy?” Steve snorted while rolling his eyes,” Yeah - okay.”

“Don’t get pissy with me, Harrington. You’re the one who went behind my back, screwing my sister, amigo.” Billy had him there.

Steve swallowed a sarcastic bite and answered honestly instead,” We were scared you’d not approve--” “Because just doing it anyway helps your case” “--so we just decided to wait till the right moment...” Steve pretended not to hear Billy’s sardonic interruption.

“Was this the moment you were looking for, Harrington?” Billy’s voice didn’t hold its usual arrogant demeanor. He sounded as if he were genuinely trying to talk to Steve. At least there was that much going for Harrington.

“What, you mean at three-am, sitting in my living room - your sister not even conscious for the talk?” he concluded,” No...it wasn’t exactly the ideal moment.” Billy chuckled at that, and Steve joined him. They surely weren’t friends...no...but...they could understand one another and that made all the difference.

“Take care of her, Harrington.”

Billy understood that Steve loved Y/N as much as he did. He cared for her like he did, and only wanted the best for her. Hargrove could see the way Steve looked at her, and it was like she were the only person in the room. The only smile that mattered, the only mind that counted.

Sure, Billy didn’t exactly like Harrington...but he could get over that (for now) because the dipshit somehow made her happy. Steve could make Y/N smile when Billy wasn’t there to do it himself...so he thanked the brunette for that. He thought his sister deserved the world - more than the world really, but if Steve was the only thing the universe had to offer...and that only thing that Y/N wanted from the universe... Billy could understand.

“I will.”

It wasn’t much different for Harrington. He knew that Billy loved Y/N - may be more than he did...they’d always have a bond that Steve would envy. Y/N never stopped talking about her ‘big brother Billy - the coolest guy she knows, the strongest guy she knows, etc’. Steve felt like he knew Billy better than Billy knew...and yet, here they were - sitting roughly half a room apart - the only thing tying them to civility being a girl whom they both loved.

Sure, Steve didn’t exactly like Hargrove...but he could get over that (for now) because he knew no matter what he did or said; Billy would always be her big brother who made her happy. Billy would protect her when Steve couldn’t, and maybe that’s why it was so hard for Billy right now...because he hadn’t been there at all for his sister when she needed him most...and Harrington wondered if it was eating away at Billy’s conscious.

He’d always been so hard to read - whether cross or content - it all looked generally the same (Steve had told Y/N that once and she’d laughed, saying you just had to know the tells...for example when Billy’s nervous - he usually gets antsy and fidgety). Either way, the pain would always be the same... Steve could understand.

“Just because you’re dating my sister - doesn’t make us buddy-buddy, Harrington,” Billy clarified, a wicked half-smirk finding his lips.

Steve rolled his eyes, brushing the hair from Y/N’s face. “I know - it’s not like I’d want to be friends with you anyway...I can only stand one Hargrove at a time.” Before Billy could say anything (he was going to warn Steve that a certain y/c/h haired girl was not asleep...and had been up for quite some time...), Harrington sputtered a sound of shock as he was jabbed in the side.

“Dumbass,” Y/N grumbled, scooting closer to his side.

Steve’s eyes widened and he stumbled to find his words,” Oh - You’re up...how long have you been up...?” His tone was light, and yet - why was his heart racing so fast? She pushed away his hand holding the pack of frosted peas and sat up with a stifled groan. “Long enough, Harrington,” she looked to her brother sheepishly - he returned the simper, Billy was glad the swelling went down - her face almost looked normal again (and Steve was gaping at the fact that Billy was smiling...like genuinely).

Billy began chuckling shaking his head - the waves of relief and security finding him as Y/N seemed..if not okay...she was at least holding up. He was sure shed be in pain for a few days more, the bruises needing some time to heal. Y/N only giggled, wincing at the ache caused by laughter - whoever said it was the best medicine...was a liar.

The little shit she was...she’d been awake for the last ten minutes or so - sleeping with bruises wasn’t easy...he’d know. She was also a terrible actress - while Steve had been talking, busy with cleaning nicks and cuts, Billy had watched how his sister’s face would momentarily contort at the contact of hydrogen peroxide. Billy was very observant, especially when it came to his little sister...he’d have been lying if he said he had never followed Steve’s BMW back to his house before...he was Billy supposed to know where he was taking his baby sister? (Little? -- Billy, we’re the same age! --But you’re way fucking shorter than me, pipsqueak).

Steve was blushing, very confused, but also glad to see Y/N was feeling a bit better. “I was up long enough to hear that...um...Billy....you know...,” she paused eyes drifting to the floor. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier...I think Steve would’ve been in the position I am if we’d told you.” Y/N made a grime gesture to her battered body.

Billy clicked his tongue, standing up to stretch his back and neck. “Nah, he wouldn’t look like that,” his low voice droned out as he began walking towards the door (not before placing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead and gently ruffling her hair). “He’d look much worse if I got to him, kid.”

Steve rolled his eyes, his girlfriend laughing as she pressed a hand, hissing, to her side. That’s what you get for making fun of me, she swore he said that under his breath - the intimation of a smirk creeping on Steve’s sweet lips.

“Where’re you going, B?” Y/N asked while watching her brother reach for the doorknob.

“Home. I’m tired and I have work i--,” “Stay.” Both sets of Hargrove eyes turned to watch Steve with a bewildered manner. Billy gave a huff of amusement, be licked his lips, hand running down the side of his face as he raised an eyebrow at Harrington.

“Come again?” He demanded.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, a small uplift of the corner of his lips sealing his attempt at kindness. “You can stay here - guest bedroom’s upstairs. It’s almost three, man. Just spend the night.”

Billy looked conflicted. Pride and logic always had a hard time understanding one another...a constant battle of the mind. He was so used to doing things on his own...taking Harrington’s charity wasn’t exactly an ego boost.

It bordered his whole issue with having Y/N and Harrington be together in the first place... He’d spent his whole life taking care of himself. Of her. Making sure she was always safe, making sure Y/N never got the worst of it. His father was not a good example of a man, and Billy certainly had his rough edges.

He knew that if anyone were to be with his sister, they’d have to be a man worth her time. First meeting Steve, Billy took him as the same old, same old...playboy wanna-be, who drank too much, partied too often, and flirted too quickly...Steve reminded Billy of himself (not the kind of man he wanted Y/N with).

Over time though...it seemed Steve Harrington was hiding behind a mask. Billy had been skeptical, seeing as good things always came with a sharp end...but...he saw how happy Steve made Y/N...the sincere consideration he put into everything...Harrington had become the only exception.

And still...that battle of pride and logic waged on and Billy wasn’t sure of the generous offer of sleeping at the Harrington estate.

“I can take care of m--,” “I know, I know. You’re a big boy - but...it’s more convenient for you to stay here, Billy.” Y/N cut in, squeezing Steve’s hand in hers as a silent signal of her appreciation. She didn’t want Billy going home...not (without her), anyway. She didn’t care what happened to her - as long as Billy was okay...she knew she couldn’t do much, but if this was what she could grant him - then she’d do everything in her power to keep it that way.

“Harrington.” The soft reply was barely heard, following a thank you in the form of a head-nod, but Steve waved in response. “Y-Yeah, any time man.” 

Billy’s footsteps were fleeting and soon enough, they were alone. Steve puffed his cheeks out, eyes wide as he looked down to her. “You’re trouble, you know that?” Y/N scoffed, moving to stand up - she was thirsty and water sounded good (or alcohol...).

“Woah, woah - slow down there, tiger -- let me help you,” he shot up, arm around her waist protectively, hand holding hers as he walked her in the direction she pointed. He easily lifted her to sit on the countertop (even though Y/N complained he was being dramatic).

A cold glass of water was handed to her, their fingers touching through the pass. Steve stood between her legs and hesitantly placed his hands on her hips, unsure of what pain may lie there.

“You scared me, babes,” he admitted while resting his head on her shoulder, one of Y/N’s hands combing through his hair, the other holding her cup. “I did?”

“Mhmmm,” Steve hummed, turning his head to look at her, his brown eyes outlining the purple on her jawline. His muscles tensing at the thought of Neil’s hands on her. “I was scared - why wouldn’t I be?”

Y/N shook her head, not wanting to cry again. She placed her drink down, and cupped Steve’s face, lifting his head up, their foreheads pressed together. She closed her eyes, soaking in the scent of a faint shampoo and gentle body wash.

“I’m here, I’m breathing...I’m okay, Steve.” Her thumb rubbed a small circle on his skin and Steve melted into her touch. His arms holding him up, on either side of her as she sat there.

Steve couldn't hold himself back any longer; he tilted his head up, lips meeting hers. The faint taste of copper lingering between their kiss - but he didn’t mind. His body shifting to have Y/N’s front weighted to his, he kissed her, a hand coming to delicately - hold her tender face in his palm.

“I love you, so much, Y/N,” only pulling from the kiss to speak, Steve laughed wistfully. “Don’t cry, darling...you’re way too pretty to cry.”

Y/N shook her head, her hands falling down to hug his neck, he closed his eyes, rubbing her back instinctively. His face in the crook of her neck.

“You think Billy’s okay with this?” she whispered.

Steve tsked, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall, he clicked his tongue,” I’ll give it till eight before he comes searching for my ass.”

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a/n footer: I know this may not be what you expected...but...it turned out sweet..no? I personally love Steve & Billy interactions, like...they’re not friends - but...they’ve both got something worth being civil for... I hope you all enjoy! <3

Sunsets Back Home pt. 2 will be out very soon! <3 Along with some Steve requests~

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hey so remember like last year when i was re-reading misadventures and fixing typos? (well, i say that, but it was just an excuse to re-read it and write some absolutely absurd commentary on it...) i found old notes in my phone from january with even more so guess i may as well post it because people seemed to find it funny at the time, it’s basically just The Misadventures of Aish Realizing Things though

[yeah so here’s the original notes i’m not even gonna change anything even though lots of Lore has happened in the show and we Know things now, you just get to see what january aish typed]

ok well let’s go then chapters 31-35 oh god

oh yeah the ML Blackout! I remember that

hm it’s occurring to me maaaaaybe I should post a bit of a warning on this chapter. like “yes this starts off stupid and cracky and fluffy but takes a complete 180 in the middle and you will end up sobbing.”

or maybe I should put that as a disclaimer on the whole fic cause it’s one hell of a ride

THE AROACE SCIENCE JOURNAL YESSSSSSS THAT COMES BACK LATER

yeah the reason why the early parts of this chapter are very lighthearted is honestly because the fic was getting a bit too bleak, I needed something cheerful, so paper planes and arm wrestles it was

wait... isn’t this just that scene from Anansi??? where like Nora challenges Nino to an arm wrestle but then he wins because Someone Else Nearby Did A Thing

also this is Peak characterization, damn Aish, you rly outdone yourself, congration

any time I drop the word “inkling” into a fic it is always 100% a splatoon reference

MAX WOW TONE DOWN THE GAY

heh... BI-ceps...

oh my godddd Max trying to play off his ogling as “ah yes I am scientifically studying Kim’s arm muscles ofc, it’s science I swear” is SO frickin funny I’m already losing it

Alix: “scientifically speaking I’m hot therefore you have to lose this arm wrestle” hshdhdghshskkjkdhshs

^literally the kind of nonsense every single teen I know spouts irl

including me when I was a teen, I just said things

(I still just say things)

you can’t bring up the sports bra thing goddammit, I agree it’s cheating because it has the power to one-hit kill anyone in the vicinity

I love how Max thinks his crush on Kim is “under control” while like. visibly swooning over him

OH MY GOD THE PILLOWS SHHDJDHDHDHSKHS

OKAY SO LIKE I was supposed to put the thing about Kim snogging a pillow in chapter 20 but I forgot or something and then I just had to get it in somehow, oh it kills me dead just thinking about it, I’m dying, I’m dead

and the fact that he admits to it as well, holy moly

KIM

K I M

THAT’S GAY

OH WOW

this is the moment when Alix’s Kimax shipper heart was suddenly feeling validated like “omg wait Kim DOES like Max??? like for real??????”

awwwww Kim, Max doesn’t have those kind of superpowers, you just have a crush on him that’s all <3

THE SKATEBOARDING SNEK!!!!!!!!!!!!

“What the heck is that?” “My snake.” DYINGGGG

Kim trying to figure out if the snake is sitting or standing is a whole mood

ohhhhhhhh my gosh poor Alix trying so damn hard to subtly ask Kim if he likes Max and Kim’s just. so DUMB he doesn’t even get it no matter how obvious she is

she’s even trying to pull out those stupid amatonormative “so is he MORE than a friend???” questions just to get this idiot to figure it out because she knows allo-romos are Like That and he still doesn’t get it,,

[future aish says: the word is alloro, past aish. it’s alloro]

AND SO NOW SHE ASSUMES THEY’RE NOT INTO EACH OTHER BECAUSE SHE THINKS EVEN KIM CAN’T BE THAT STUPID

YOU UNDERESTIMATE HIS STUPIDITY

oh no... oh NO.... the letter.... here we go....

btw yes Gabriel had Kim’s grandad assassinated, it was indeed his doing

...isn’t this lowkey the plot of The Lion King?

or Long Live The Queen

hmmm let’s just say in the sequel poor Kim really will have to deal with the stresses of ruling a country >:D

NO MY POOR SON HAVING A BREAKDOWN, I WANT TO HUG HIM

(also can I just say like... this chapter is actually well-written for the most part? I’m actually kinda impressed)

unfortunately I know the feeling of wanting, needing to return home, but it fills you with dread... *hugs Kim forever*

Kim crying all over Max both hurts me and sort of heals me because Max is so sweet and comforting about it ohhh my heeeaaart

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

THIS IS LOWKEY A LOVE CONFESSION I SWEAR, IT’S SO CUTE

chapter 32 being called “Un chat noir” is kinda dumb af but also it just so happened that I accidentally had the chapter called “Coccinelle” be chapter 64, aka exactly double of 32, so that was kinda neat

Plagggggg!!!!!!!!!!

and Wayhem lol, I think I’ve already mentioned how originally this noble was just some random irrelevant unnamed OC until I decided way later it’s gay stalker fanboy

oh yeah that’s how the nobility recognize the royalty, I forgot lol

(also nobles from countries with widespread newspress or tv will recognize them from news reports and stuff I guess)

the fact that Plagg just hates Wayhem is funny to me for some reason

MISADVENTURES

HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY THREW IN THE ACTUAL WORD

except it was in reference to Adrien... let’s just say that The Misadventures of Imperial Prince Adrien may or may not make an appearance in the sequel >:D

...the Adrienette is literally just in this fic so that people would read it, ngl

hhhhhhhhhhhh okay it’s true Alix is an aro idiot who doesn’t know anything about romance but for once she’s RIGHT, Kim IS in love with Max, but she assumes she’s wrong hshgshdjhdnsnsh

oh my god noooo timeline twin go away and stop giving me nightmares

I still love how they hate each other, that’s some top-notch self-hatred right there and I need to get on their level

[future aish note: no past self!! be nice to yourself!! you are a cool bean!! own it!!]

YOU FOOL... EVERY CLASSMATE WOULD TAKE A SWORD TO THE HAND FOR ALIX, WHY WOULDN’T THEY

ỳïķèš,,,

honestly I probably should stop being lazy and actually go back to like idk chapter 8 and put in an actual monopoly game (it had to have been before the oracle sessions in ch10 at least)

fun fact!! I have indeed very nearly had a fist fight over the last dark blue card in a monopoly game!! also I blatantly cheated, and the main opponent locked someone else (an 8 year old btw) in a cupboard... it was Wild(TM)

me and my irl friend actually came up with the butterfly thing when we were at the cinema once, she made up this random angry gardener OC who stepped on a butterfly after being fired or something lol

I mentioned Rose liking unicorns!!!! before Captain Hardrock!!!!!!!

shdhdhkshs Alix is such a moody emo brat in this fic I adore it

“The only real difference between you and me is one dead butterfly.” goddammit that’s the creepiest fucking thing, I’m genuinely shaking

technically it’s a butterfly’s fault for ALL the timelines which means that we’re all one butterfly away from death at any moment

cheerful stuff

no, no, you’re not trying to block it out on purpose... I’M trying to block it out on purpose bc I’m highkey shamelessly projecting

god I wish my timeline twin would manifest in the astral plane and punch me in the arm too

“Count yourself lucky you’re not a pillow, idiot.” in-context this is contender for Most Cursed Line I Have Ever Written In My Life

and yes Alix was about to straight-up swear

Mylène rollerskating is extremely blessed and good

pfffffffff Max you coward, I stand on swivel chairs all the time

*me, chanting at the spider in my room* KIMAX! KIMAX! KIMAX!

Kim literally making every excuse to not put Max down is amazing honestly

Kim and Max’s origins story is sooooooooooo cute wtf

THIS IS SO BLESSED OH MY HEART

HE’S JUST STANDING THERE CUDDLING HIM I’M

DECEASED

I,,,, swear to god,,,,,,,

so like. I know it’s now canon in the show that Kim really is as oblivious to his feelings as I wrote him in this. but MY GOD. IT’S FRIGGIN PAINFUL

KIM YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH MAX, FULL HOMO, THAT’S WHY YOU’RE FEELING LIKE THIS, IT’S NOT THAT COMPLICATED DAMMIT

oh yeah I wrote the kimax bits rly early and my old url was @queenkubdel haha

aight now a no-kimax chapter, but at least it’s a goodun

there’s that catradora-esque weather girls frenemyship again

Kim having a full-on breakdown when he finds out Alix’s hair isn’t really pink is actually really blessed, no lemme explain

so this universe has magic, right?? so he thinks to himself that the reason his friend has pink hair is because she must be some sort of anime protagonist or Really Important and Cool or something, and it never even occurred to him to doubt her

in other words he’s betrayed because he WANTED HIS FRIEND TO BE A COOL SHONEN HERO

which is both hilarious AND very sweet

...oh wait I’ve scrolled down and it turns out I literally explained all that in the fic itself hhdgjdvzjdjhs

and yeah honestly I can’t blame poor Kim for taking it so badly, he’s still reeling from his grandfather’s assassination so it’s natural his emotions are not exactly Regulated atm

actually when are his emotions ever regulated

1703-1899 hm... might change that since the fic takes place in 1957-1960 so even though it’s a commissioned history of the empire it was before Gabriel was even born so like why would he even care lmao

“Great Western Ocean” so pretentious, just say the Atlantic omg

I’ve been playing way too much civ because the first thing that came to mind was that everyone’s denounced Agreste due to the high warmongering penalties of the industrial/modern eras

Chloé and Kim is one hell of a brotp okay I still firmly believe that

also Chloé still loves her rococo fashion, she’s just toned it down enough that she can fit through doors and it’s not quite as “in your face” towards commoners

listen I know in the show Kim still liked Chloé for a while after Dark Cupid but in this he got over her quicker because his crush on her wasn’t as deep in the first place

Kim literally tells Chloé he gave the brooch to Max and yet STILL doesn’t realize he likes him!!! KIM!!!!!!!!!!

Chlodemption arc yesssssssss

also she’s a lesbeean

(ye Pollen will be in the sequel don’t you worry)

god I’m so proud of her <3

it feels believable too, so I’m proud of myself!! (I’m trying to be nice to myself before next chapter where I will no doubt roast myself so badly I’ll never recover)

outdated laws about marriage... jeez was that cursed foreshadowing or what

YES IT’S IVAN, I LOVE THIS BOY, HE’S SO GRUMPY AND ANGRY ALL THE TIME AND HE HATES KIM

...actually wait this is sibling culture

I literally speak like this to my brother and he’s my best friend so in conclusion Ivan thinks of Kim as an annoying brother

Jalil why are you a historian. just go be a psychologist and stop your sister accidentally hecking up the country

omg the Antarctica thing, I’m just imagining Jalil in the freezing cold with a massive coat on and getting chased by penguins

I love how the timeline twin’s plan was “escape school, force Adrien to get a venomous pet, then abandon him immediately in the middle of nowhere” and later on it turns out she skipped step two and just ditched him lmaoooooo

being so ace that your brain goes straight to “death and murder” before anything else is the biggest mood, I speak from experience

Jalil knows... he had that conversation with Kim in chapter 20... he Knows

“a bit unsupportive” um that is an extreme understatement good grief he was more savage than ME

RISE OF THE KIMAX SHIPPERS

oh don’t worry the venom death still haunts me too

chapter I Hate You... “A rather rotten winter party” well it should have been named A RATHER ROTTEN CHAPTER DO YOU KNOW HOW IMPOSSIBLE THIS ONE WAS TO WRITE OMG I HATE WRITING MYSELF INTO CORNERS

you see I had to have a motive for the timeline twin to explain things properly so that I could put in a really really dumb pun later but that meant I had to unfortunately suffer many allergic reactions again

[future aish note: forgot to mention, i also needed a motive for kim to stop eating chocolate forever, so i had to Curse this chapter as a sacrifice in order to save his life later on]

alright, alright, here we go, I’ll stop procrastinating and just get this over with

oh yeah it’s chapters like these that the fic’s rated T lol

the Adrikim friendship is indeed important... for later... like, plot-relevant levels of important... life-saving levels...

“some event” is the Peace Ball actually and I can’t wait because that chapter’s actually a good one

KIM BRAGGING ABOUT KISSING ADRIEN LAST YEAR IS SO FUCKING FUNNY OH MY GOD I’M LOSING MY MIND???

like last year he was LITERALLY LIKE “oh boo hoo I cannot tell anyone about this because Adrien is Ã Bøyê” and now he’s just like “yeah I kissed a hot boy and what about it???”

to be fair he is on an extreme sugar rush from all the chocolate he ate, which will... be a plot point in just a moment...

PILLOW GIRLFRIEND

I’m the amused nobles, they are me

oh my god Kim we get it you want to kiss someone (Max) and you don’t want to outright say it

holy shit do any of these kids ever think before they speak??? not to sound like the timeline twin or anything but alix... you could have avoided this if you’d bothered to use your one (1) brain cell

[future aish note: bold of me to assume that alix has a brain cell]

Kim wants to now fight his PARALLEL SELF oh my god, get on my level Kim, I want to fight my actual self like right now so there

stfu all of you, this is poisoning my liver

Max is the biggest mood and at least mildly sensible thank god, but he really shouldn’t have left those two alone for even a second

I AGREE PLATONIC LOVE IS UNDERRATED

the chair... the fucking c h a i r... I’m already lying down but I need to lie down harder just to process the absurdity of this

(I think I was gonna have Alix fall off the chair just because that’s hilarious but I forgot)

look I can’t take heartrate seriously but if you ever write it then you are legally required to put in kissing contests or you’re doing it wrong

fudgin Adrienette kiss offscreen and irrelevant

DJWIFI!!! AND ACTUAL PROPER DJWIFI!!!! I was sick of seeing it treated as some kind of pair-the-spares beta couple so I flipped the script and had them literally call out that trope while treating Adrienette as irrelevant instead, which is also why the sequel will be extremely djwifi-centric

“super swanky bae” please stop misusing commoner slang I’m begging you

THERE’S THE PLOT POINT I WAS TALKING ABOUT

Theo was right here, he witnessed with his own eyes how much chocolate Kim ate, so he knows for a fact that if you give Kim chocolate he will scarf it down without a second thought... so hypothetically if one sent him poisoned chocolates... dyou see where I’m going with this...

oh and Theo still has like every job btw

Alya!!!! no!!!!! hire him again!!!!!!!! then he won’t send the chocolates!!!!!!!!!! aaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

there goes me hinting how alyadrininette is the ultimate ot4 again

...do I really wanna scroll down and keep going? no I don’t but I guess I gotta, and relive every one of my most embarrassing school sleepovers in the process

full offence to everyone bothering to read this but kissing sounds gross, actually

(for the record it was probably like... 10 seconds or something idk it was Not Long At All)

“probably not more than 5 minutes” omg I just said it was 10 seconds??? hmmm m okay like 20 seconds maaaybe, Kim just has no sense of time perception

neither do I based on my microwaving skills

SHIT THIS IS LITERALLY A SCHOOL SLEEPOVER

INNOCENT DUMBASS AROACE ASKING “what does that mean? what’s this? what’s that? it’s okay you can tell me :-)”

omg I forgot the snake was there ahshdhdkshfs I’m the snake, probably wants to launch itself out of the window so big mood

most of the fic so far had Alix being really aro so I was like damn... gotta make her really ace too

(if I ever bother writing the Kimdine AU then you actually get an aro character who isn’t ace, because we need more of them, but I won’t say who) (okay fine it’s Luka)

I tend not to be too British in my writing so as not to give the Americans heart attacks whenever they see someone referring to their mother as “mum” etc, but like... sometimes you just gotta throw in the word “snogging”

(I’m typing this out on my phone rn and it has exactly 69% battery, I hate this and also hate that I felt the need to mention that)

THE HOCKEY THING MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BEEN BASED OFF A REAL LIFE THING. *SWEATS NERVOUSLY*

honestly I was soooooo tempted to actually write The Talk bit, it would have been the funniest thing ever, but I was also 99% sure I would have to change the rating to M (despite it not even remotely being smut lol, just a regular biology lesson) and there was no way I was doing that, pretty sure I pushed the T rating at some points as it is

[future aish: god i am still so tempted to write it. man, i’m tempted. it would be the funniest thing. but no... i have sworn not to write anything above a T rating so guess i won’t.]

YEAH THE THROWING UP THING TOO WAS DEFINITELY NOT BASED ON REAL LIFE OR ANYTHING *MORE NERVOUS SWEATING*

(it genuinely wasn’t a flowerpot though. it’s my life’s goal to throw up in a flowerpot and I still haven’t achieved it.)

all of this is an Ace Mood(TM)

also I love how elaborately I’ve worded this, like yeah idiot royal teenagers are too royal and posh to ever bother just saying the word “sex” like a normal person

to any 17 year old aces: you aren’t too young to know, I told myself that aggressively when I was 17 but now I’m 22 and I’m still just as ace as I always was sooooo yeah

I also hope I can wake up tomorrow and forget I read this trash

well tbh... it’s not total trash... it highkey reminds me of my school days, like, maybe that was subconscious or something... god who even knows

jeez if timeline twin slapped me in the face I’d just keel over and die from sheer terror, other than that that’s HILARIOUS

timeline twin: “YOU HAVE ONE (1) BRAIN CELL NOW P L E A S E CONSIDER USING IT”

fuckeninf hell listen,,, so when I was writing this chapter I didn’t know I was aro... I mean, I was kinda questioning it?? but all I knew was I was ace, and that me not knowing that as a teenager almost totally screwed me over because like

to be normal or to feel normal there’s things you do or say that you don’t want, and things you know would happen or whether you want something or not you’ll take it because you think you’re expected to, because otherwise you’ll have to confront yourself with the fact that something is wrong with you and you don’t know what or why or how to fix it

and being aro on top of that is misunderstanding how to navigate close friendships because of this fundamental fear that if you want to be close with someone then friendship can’t suffice, that how much you care about them doesn’t matter

and things I did or almost did, or had the chance to do and only stopped because (awfully enough) crippling anxiety which ironically saved me (let’s just say the dude turned out to be a creep)... yeah basically this is all a callback to that aroace teenager feel where you can’t help not being true to yourself because you don’t want to, because you don’t know what’s wrong or right, only what’s “normal” and the ache of knowing that you’re not, no matter how much you try

and I didn’t know I was aro while writing this but in hindsight it’s easy to see how that played into it too, and writing this definitely played a part in me realizing I’m aro and was somehow trying to work through some very pent-up feelings about friendship and closeness with people, as well as pent-up feelings about being ace and how that tied into everything too

...in short, do not phuck the pharaoh or you will get HOUSE ARRESTED and DIE

(jk jk she’ll just be awkward around you forever lol, and then SHE’LL get house arrested and die, because you’re not commoners so your actions actually have consequences you dumb idiots)

this entire thing is just a whole mood and lowkey my teenage years holy fuck holy fuck I hate that I’m only just realizing how bloody hard I was projecting

I literally read a post the other day about how unrequited love is only ever usually explored from the perspective of the person who’s in love, whereas aros are usually on the receiving end of it and it’s a tragedy in its own right that you might do things that wind up driving you apart because you can’t bring yourself to love them back but you can’t tell them because of the fear that it’ll push them away... and I gotta say, I totally nailed it 💪

...you know what I’ve changed my mind, chapter 34 is good actually, and now I need to make a time machine and go and hug my 17 year old self for living this, and then hug my 20 year old self for writing this, I’m sorry I was mean to this chapter it’s very relatable and I shouldn’t keep beating myself up over it

thinking makes me miserable too!! that’s why it’s optimistic nihilism only lads

impulse control, hmmm... someone who’s good for him, hmmmmmm... it’s almost like someone like that is right there and exists and is already in love with him 😏

so apparently timeline twin’s idea of “fixing her life” is burning all her bridges and then hecking off to the Kazakh wilderness for over a year

did Alix just... ask the snake if it’s aroace too???

I mean it definitely is, but...

UGH SNAKES DON’T BLINK, I’M STILL SO ANGRY ABOUT THIS

chapter 35, thank god, the title “Finally!” is very apt

(because I can finally change the music from Death Valley to something else lol)

oh poor Max, his heart goes on a real rollercoaster these few chapters doesn’t it? it’s okay buddy, in like 10 chapters you’ll get your man...

NO BUT SHE H A S FIGURED IT OUT!!! SORT OF!!!

I just misread “despite” as “despacito”, I’m going to bed and continuing this tomorrow dammit

alright I am now funky refreshed and ready to roll, let’s get this kimax party started

Max is angsting internally like “no one’s realized I like Kim :( well except Juleka but she’s a lesbian so she doesn’t count” ashgdjsghskk that mlm/wlw solidarity is holding out I see

YES ALIX YOU DO NEED TO TALK TO NATH MORE, THAT’S YOUR FREAKING BEST BUD IN THE SHOW MAY I REMIND YOU

this is all so Irony it’s murdering me dead

okay yeah I’m gonna be really honest and salty here for a second, this bit where Max is annoyed that Alix takes Nath more seriously as a contender than him was me being a bit salty over the fact that like... kimnath/tomato ketchup is a great rarepair but got so weirdly popular amongst people who didn’t seem to care about Max as a character at all despite how close he is with Kim in canon, and as a Max Stan it made me sad because he’s already not very appreciated in fandom

[future aish note: HE IS NOW BABEY!]

THERE IT IS

I WANT TO HUG MAX TOO, BLESS HIM

I also want to hug Alix because godddds I’ve been in that situation where if you were allowed to just TELL the idiots that they like each other then all their problems would be solved but noooo, you’re sworn to secrecy... *sigh*

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t change, ever...” me: *thinks about the sequel and cackles evilly while cracking my knuckles* well,,

A R O M A N T I C

listen it was VERY IMPORTANT to me that I actually put in all these actual words in the fic and made them relevant, like gay, lesbian, bisexual, etc (I think the only one I didn’t was trans, oops?? gotta remember that for the sequel, at least Nino IS trans in this even though I never said the word)

[future aish note: i feel like i didn’t say pan either, or nonbinary... more stuff for the sequel folks! i can’t put in everything but i may as well try!]

bc you see all these tv shows where a character is bi but they say they “don’t like labels” or a character with no love interest get suddenly paired up with someone random at the end... like NO I wanted to do the OPPOSITE of that bc people’s identities are IMPORTANT so I wanted to MAKE IT RELEVANT 💪

and even though I didn’t yet know here that I was aro and highkey projecting, there’s already a fair few fics dealing with asexuality but not aromanticism?? so I rly wanted to make the aro side of things important

almost relieved??? Max, you buffoon, she IS relieved, extremely

Malix friendship is good and severely underrated and I still haven’t forgiven myself for not putting more of it in this

“He was never eating chocolate again” HO-HO-HOLY SHIT THAT’S SOME FORESHADOWING RIGHT THERE

Rose is a distinguished bi who doesn’t realize Kim is a disaster bi

Kim oh my god you can’t just out Adrien “just about functional bi” Agreste like that

I love that Rose calls Kim a casanova even though he’s very much not... how many people are even into him over the course of the fic? Max, Adrien, it’s implied Marinette used to be, Lila is ambiguous, same with the lacrosse guy later, oh yeah Ondine highkey lmao along with 90% of the teenage population of Saharan Africa, Kim himself in about 2 chapters time...

Rose giving Kim the gay talk is so blessed omg I need more interaction between these two

“If you swung one way you were gay, if you swung the other way you were straight, more than one way made you bisexual, if you didn’t swing any way at all then you were probably just Alix...” I will literally NEVER be able to outdo this line, this is Peak

hmm I don’t think at any point in the fic Max says to Kim that he’s exclusively into boys... I guess he said it offscreen then lol, point is He’s Gay

OMG KIM, YOU FINALLY REALIZED WHAT THE NOSEBLEED SCENE MEANT, GOD BLESS YOU

this is like in Syren when he realizes the mermaid is Ondine and that she was trying to tell him she likes him... except this is the gay version of that

yeah Rose I really do need to get more sleep, that one was directed at me and I know it was

Kim being all like “fellas is it gay if you take off your shirt and a guy swoons at you 🤔🤔🤔”

no, no... Max is definitely a complete trainwreck at romance, just slightly less than you

god freaking dammit not the sports bra again,,, I s2g later in the fic all Ondine would have had to do is to show up in a sports bra and Kim would immediately go full ot3 mode no questions asked,,,,,,,, (I mean he does see her in a swimsuit but that’s not the same??? sports bras are in a different league okay shush)

psssssst!!! you should read heartbroken!!!! it’s a kimax fic and it’s so good!!!!! this was a lowkey shoutout!!!!!!!!

genuinely tho, even if Kim hadn’t liked Max too here, he’s being so sweet about it?? he’s worried about his poor friend’s emotional state and wishes he could have done better to help!! gahhhh their friendship/relationship is just So Blessèd

hsndhkdhdkshdh I only noticed it after finishing the fic and occasionally skimming back through, but so much of the time whenever Alix shows up Kim’s all like *ungrateful* “oh not you again” like WOW that’s one way to greet your friend?? mood tho

[future aish note: i did the exact opposite in No Romo, funnily enough! kim’s not in it much but whenever he sees alix he’s like “friend!!! friend!!!!!” and she’s just like -_- “oh it’s that guy again”]

he’s not even paying attention to her omg she’s trying to save the timeline here you idiot

POOR ALIX how frustrating,,, and also I’ve literally been there,,, the woes of being a wing-girl indeed

and now Kim wants to fight himself, why am I not surprised

aND YES HERE’S WHERE IT HITS HIM, THE EXACT FUCKING MOMENT

WHERE HE’S SUDDENLY LIKE “OH WAIT MAX’S LOVE FOR ME ISN’T UNREQUITED??? I LIKE HIM TOO HOLY SHIT????”

aaaaaaand he immediately asks the aro for love advice, why is he like this omg

gosh this is sooooo sweeeeeet

I did not let up, did I? just went ahead and made this as cheesy and cutesy and over the top as I could because It’s What Kimax Deserves

(there wasn’t rly much Kimax content yet in the fandom at this point so I had total free reign and went all-out with it)

sfjsgskdhs and there goes Alix getting her wing-efforts sidelined again

“I’m never asking out someone on a whim again. Or, uh, confessing that I like someone on a whim either.” so uh... you know how I said I’m considering making the sequel Kimaxdine? well if I do then uh. hm. this might change. because reasons.

I don’t know why I made nothing Alix ever says make sense but I’m glad I did because she’s so freaking funny

I swear I talk about Max’s eyes being “magnified in his glasses” multiple times in this fic, either that or I’m having serious deja vu

Kim’s so cute dammit!!! now that he knows he likes Max he’s just swooning over every little thing and it’s!!!! adorable!!!!!

(I wonder if this is how it was with Kimdine in the show? it does seem like Kim already liked her but just hadn’t noticed...)

huehuehuehue Kim later on you do indeed recklessly propose to Max on the spot... in like 18 chapters or so

also the fact that Kim thinks things through better when he’s around Max is just the total sweetest and also what Alix was basically trying to aim for

I love Kim showing off that he can pack all his stuff in half an hour like buddy, the porters can literally help you with that, you’re royalty remember

omg I’d forgotten I left a note here later for binge-readers!! being all like “drink water and eat food and go to sleep uwu”

lmao guess I’ll take my own advice then and leave it there for now

[future aish note: same, goodnight]

#smalluns proceed with caution. it's T rated remember #it's not dodgy though. just evil and cursed #anyway i'm going to sleep now for like 12 hours #random stuff #misadventures #if you're on the mobile app and the keep reading glitches and you have to scroll then i'm sorry #this is under a cut on desktop i promise

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BakuDeku: No Quirks AU Part I

Click here for Part II, Part III, and Part IV!

63 Works.

Strawberry Clouds by Catopawtra  ( G | 38,898+ | 16/? )

On a beautiful day in late summer, Izuku Midoriya accidentally collides with a certain ash blonde skateboarder named Katsuki Bakugou and breaks the prized skateboard. Between juggling his part time job, school and the ill health of his mother, Izuku promises to get Katsuki a new board before the month is out.

A cute fluffy, dorky love between Katsuki and Izuku~ Milkshakes, coffee, skateboards and more~ Enjoy!

[Abandoned] a railcar named desire by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)  ( E | 9,069 | 4/? )

Sometimes, on the train, Katsuki encounters a stranger who has the power to make his day incredible, just by the touch of his skin.

Every meeting, he feels drawn to the stranger, drawn to touch him, to hold him, to speak to him. And though it physically pains him to pull away, time and again, he always does.

Katsuki can't help himself and he doesn't want to ruin a good thing by trying to continue it off the train. Those moments they share are enough for him.

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Izuku tells himself, over and over, that what happens on the train stays on the train and if it happens only on the train then it isn't a problem at all.

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It turns out, they're both very, very wrong.

The Boy Made From Ash by theabridgedkuriboh  ( T | 8,751+ | 7/? )

Legend tells of a single boy, a child who was born with a curse. His body was tainted, dark incantations cover every inch of his skin. A proactive curse said to cause the skin of the wearer’s body to feel like fire to others.

[Self-Harm]

[Abandoned] Falling Into Place by myraj  ( G | 2,752 | 2/? )

Things that fall: petals, teardrops, snowflakes, rain, leaves, the sun, and I, for you.

[Abandoned] Fucking Nerd by PlotPancake  ( Not Rated | 6,990 | 2/? )

Izuku isn't the luckiest person and god he knows it! So is it just another way of the universe raining on Izuku's parade, when his new study partner turns out to be his old childhood friend Katsuki or is it a chance for their old friendship to blossom once again?

(Honestly i'm not very good at coming up with summaries that captures the readers, but i hope this description is enough to at least peek someones interest) (≧◡≦)

{ Curator’s Note: Summary suggests that this fic is mainly about BakuDeku. However, it has the Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto relationship tag as well and the endgame is not explicitly stated in the tags, description, or notes. }

[Abandoned] King Of The Forest by Wildkitten312  ( T | 6,865 | 4/? )

Katsuki Bakugou had lived in the woods for a few years, growing accustomed to living in the wild. Outlawed in the last village, he's called a "beast" and a "traitor." One day, he spots a green haired boy in his old home village and becomes interested.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Watered By The Rain by demonglass  ( T | 4,209 | 1/1 )

Midoriya isn't thrilled about the typhoon raging outside the school. He's even less thrilled about the person it's trapping him inside with.

fulfilled by howitzerimpact  ( G | 836 | 1/1 )

bakugou katsuki has always felt empty, disconnected almost. he barely has any direction in life - what he wants to do, where he wants to go.

however, one summer day, he encounters someone who shakes his world.

the baking prodigy in the all-might pajamas by lucyheartfilia  ( T | 59,682+ | 19/25 )

College AU in where angry art major Bakugou Katsuki kind of, sort of falls in love with a cute, green-haired nerd that likes to bake in his all-might pjs at questionable hours of the night.

someday, at this place by howitzerimpact  ( G | 553 | 1/1 )

growth is pain, emotions are weird.

what is a crush anyway?

bakugou katsuki learns through the years what tears can mean.

Flirt by kitty_ray  ( T | 1,015 | 1/1 )

Deku can't handle being flirted with, Bakugou is Hella Tired™, and Ochako never loses a bet.

(Bakudeku week day four: Retail AU)

Series Part 4 of I love every bit of you (Bakudeku week 2017)

It's Better Than Drinking Alone by osakakitty  ( E | 7,116 | 1/1 )

On the fourteenth of July, Izuku Midoriya's girlfriend called him to her place, and dumped him. And now, on the morning of the fifteenth of July, he woke up with a gruesome hangover and no one to celebrate the day with.

Or not.

Modern-day AU where Midoriya and Bakugo are strangers who meet in a bar, and then have wild and crazy sex later that night. The morning after, it's Midoriya's birthday, but he can't quite remember everything that happened. Bakugo is still willing to give him a present.

[Dubious Consent]

[Abandoned] Alexithymia by DriftingGlass  ( M | 61,246 | 10/11 )

It’s as if he’s inhaling a breath of snow and ashes—a shock and choke in his throat, strangely reminiscent of the day he realized that the birthmark blooming on his shoulder was identical to the drawings on his childhood friend’s desk.

Now, twelve years later, it only confirms Izuku’s impending doubts that, yes, he is now legally claimed by Katsuki Bakugou.

[ THIS FIC HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED. ]

[Implied/Referenced Underage Sex]

[Abandoned] Flower Fields by pixelkitt  ( T | 6,016 | 3/? )

"Flowers are pretty, but not when they have my bloodstains on them."

[Abandoned] Survive. by bakugovs  ( M | 8,211 | 4/? )

It's been more than half a decade since it all happened. No one saw it coming, so no one stopped it. Midoriya Izuku had lost so much since that faithful day it all started. Family, friends, stability, shelter, love, his childhood, unmade memories, his happiness. But he kept going, in search of something, anything, that's probably not even there. When he gets himself in a bit of a situation, his life flashs before his eyes. On the verge of ending it all, he finds the one person he never thought he'd see again. A certain fiery blonde, that he knows he shouldn't be too overjoyed to come face to face with again, but in the end can't help himself.

Bakugou Katsuki.

-------OR------- Izuku is stuck in the middle of an apocalypse alone with nowhere to go. He visits the city he grew up in, to pick up a few things, when he gets himself in a bad situation and almost dies. He ends up meeting his childhood friend/bully Bakugou Katsuki, resurfacing a lot of memories and forming new ones.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Blood and Gore) | Major Character Death | Suicide]

[On Hiatus] Welcome Home by Viciedy  ( Not Rated | 22,600+ | 7/? )

Midoriya Izuku is a civilian in Japan who accepted the reality of his state being quirkless, resulting him in being unable to be a pro-hero.

But he doesn't want to give up that easily from trying to cheer people up, make someone's day, or help others.

So what better way to sweeten up someone's day with sweets?

[Abandoned] This Time by TheSorcererOfWinter  ( T | 2,248 | 1/? )

Katsuki stared up the sky, wondering if this was the punishment for all the sins he had done. He knew nothing can change the past, but he had changed for the better. It is forgiveness he sought when he came back to Japan, hoping to get the chance to atone for his mistakes. This time, he wanted to make things right. But how was he supposed to ask for forgiveness after Izuku's revelation?

{ Curator’s Note: This work also tagged with the Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto relationship tag as well as the Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi relationship tag. However, in the beginning notes, the author said: “This is basically my first story in BNHA for KatsuIzu Fic...” }

[On Hiatus] I Swear I'm Not Only Here For The Dog by Manateequeem  ( M | 37,185+ | 29/? )

Bakugou Katsuki was never a real fan of dogs, but when Midoriya Izuku reappears in his life, he steals his friend's dog as his own.

Otherwise known as the quirkless au where Katsuki pretends that Kirishima's dog is his to get closer to Izuku who may or may not have a crush on Todoroki.

[Abandoned] the lies and the truth by electraheathens  ( T | 3,598 | 6/? )

Katsuku Bakugou is rich.

Izuku Midoriya is not.

They live in completely different worlds, and this is the story of how those worlds collided.

[On Hiatus] Kacchan's secret by LikaNightmare  ( E | 6,873+ | 4/? )

Of all the things that Midoriya Izuku might have expected to see – which covered a fairly good range of weird situations he had seen in the past involving Katsuki – in no scenario on his mind would he find himself watching his friend jerking off. And to pile up to that shocking image, he was calling out Izuku's name.

Home by Excommunicate  ( T | 2,416 | 1/1 )

If Bakugou Katsuki needed to find a reason to visit Izuku's dormitory just to see him, he would.

He chose the wrong day to get snowed in with a green-haired freckled college student and a load of unrefined and volatile emotions. Maybe even on both ends.

Prólogo by MoniHitachiin  ( T | 468 | 1/1 )

AU - Sin poderes pero con Netflix n' Chill porque hay muchas películas de superhéroes.

Series Part 1 of Netflix n' Chill

We are in This Together by MaiaMizuhara  ( T | 1,425 | 1/1 )

Izuku reached down to curl his fingers around Katsuki's and softly squeezed them.

“Don’t worry, it’s a move reserved just for you.”

Katsudeku week Day 1 - Teamwork.

Series Part 1 of September KatsuDeku week 2017

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Field trip by Gladiolus  ( G | 2,369 | 1/1 )

”Again?”

Izuku’s slumped shoulders went up in a resigned shrug before falling back to their previous position.

”Again.”

Or

Six years old Bakugou Katsuki is a fearless knight in shining amour (except, not really, and I mean NOT REALLY. He just stops at nothing to see the object of his affections).

Series Part 3 of Time waits for none

The Space Between by Kanae_vR  ( M | 94,875+ | 16/23 )

Holding his expensive camera tightly between his hands, Midoriya Izuku looked up at the once-white letters displayed on the black storefront banner. “The Hard Luck Bar,” he murmured to himself, unsure if he was getting ready to enter or flee.

Amateur photographer Midoriya Izuku is stuck in a rut and desperate for a change of pace. Deep in his city's grimy underbelly, he finds exactly what he's looking for in the form of an underground punk sensation on the verge of their big break, fronted by a foul-mouthed firework of a human being.

Loud, brash and passionate, Izuku may have just found the creative spark he needed, as well as something new to set his soul ablaze.

[Abandoned] Angry Kids by MrJokerBoy  ( T | 9,251 | 12/? )

Just a collection of katsudeku/bakudeku one shots, fluff, smut etc.

Updated whenever and requests and/or suggestions are cool

[Abandoned] gotta do what you gotta do, i guess by inkwell (kkuro)  ( M | 1,579 | 1/? )

it seems that working in retail isn't the only way to get money

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Sour Silk by BrightEyesEren  ( E | 6,116 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku starts to receive random gifts at his door. Chaos ensues when he realises he has a sugar daddy.

Lattes and Love by fliick  ( G | 9,563+ | 5/? )

Izuku saw him every week, on Fridays. He didn’t even like coffee that much; if anything, he was more of a tea person. But after walking into the coffee shop one day after a long day of college work and seeing his childhood friend - or rather, childhood bully - working as a barista, he was intrigued.

Yell It From The Top Of Your Lungs by estupidaval  ( T | 2,897 | 1/1 )

Being seen as weak by many is frustrating. Even so when it's almost everyone who looks at you.

-

At this, Izuku sheepishly lowered his gaze, and said “Strong people cry…”

At this, Aizawa smiled again, “And what are you doing right now, Izuku?”

“Crying,” He replied as he picked at his finger nails.

Aizawa decided to keep pushing, as Izuku knew what he was implying, but wouldn't budge.

He raised an eyebrow and spoke up once more, “So, you are…”

And ‘Ah, there it is.’ Aizawa thought to himself as a smile crept it's way onto the boy’s mouth. Izuku lifted his gaze once more and looked back into Aizawa's eyes,

“Strong.”

Homemade Happiness by issawip  ( M | 47,889+ | 8/12 )

There was probably a bigger chance for Izuku to win the lottery then for this to happen, unfortunately instead of getting filthy rich overnight, Izuku had managed to choose the worst fucking person in the world to be his sperm donor.

a love story about an IUI, an extreme coincidence and two people seriously destined to be together no matter what

Невинное хобби by Explodocat  ( T | 1,199 | 1/1 )

О неожиданном умении и странных увлечениях.

Entering the World of Music by hibahime  ( G | 1,236 | 1/1 )

THIS IS A REPOST CUZ I WAS AN IDIOT WHO ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ORIGINAL POSTING.

(music au that i've been working on. currently still world building because i want to keep expanding this au.)

Five-year-olds Katsuki and Izuku are taking piano lessons together. It takes them more than a few tries, but join them as they take their first steps into the world of music!

Series Part 1 of Learning to Play As One

[Abandoned] A Noble Pursuit by MaiaMizuhara  ( T | 4,589 | 1/? )

Are people defined by a prescripted fate, or rather by the choices they make?

Izuku awakens one day void of memories in a foreign place; the only recollection he seemed to have was a lucid dream and a name – Katsuki. He is later found by the prince of a country involved in a vengeful war and becomes the head tactician of his arm, where everyone’s lives are given for him to use as he pleases. He can’t afford to make a single mistake, because one wrong move could be the end for all of them.

And now – as he has to deal with his quick growing feelings for said prince –, his past is catching up to him. Events are revealed and stories are rediscovered, stocking up all for one last grand finale.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Colours of Life by karrxma  ( T | 11,885+ | 2/? )

Piano prodigy Katsuki views life in monochrome after the passing of his mother.

After two years of not touching the piano, a male violinist called Izuku came into his life and showed him the colours of life for the first time. They performed and made many memories together but everything will eventually come to an end.

"You exist inside a spring that can't be replaced."

❦ Your Lie in April AU ❦

A Life Between Worlds by Lrchild  ( Not Rated | 55,019+ | 29/? )

Midoriya Izuku had suspicions that he wasn't the only werewolf, but he never really meet any others. He grew up with a semi-normal childhood, but always had a certain lonely feeling that followed him around. His only friend, Kacchan could never truly understand the life Izuku had been forced into. Izuku only ever thought of his wolf blood as a curse. But when he accidentally runs into more of his kind, he's forced to make a choice. To leave the human world and be a wolf, or never transform into one again. Or of corse he could try franticly to live in both worlds and never disappoint anyone. (but he is going to have to make a choice... sometime...)

*summary might be changed later*

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death]

{ Curator’s Note: This work also has the Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto relationship tag, and the endgame has not been stated in the tags, summary, nor notes. }

[Abandoned] You're Worth Remembering by Manateequeem  ( T | 1,004 | 1/? )

Bakugou remembers nothing and Izuku wants to help him remember again

[Implied/Referenced Self-Harm | Suicide Attempt]

As usual by shinxtea  ( T | 538 | 1/1 )

Izuku likes it when Kacchan comes to the cafe. Eijiro, on the other hand, is just lonely.

[Abandoned] Taste of your own medicine by MrJokerBoy  ( T | 5,605 | 5/? )

In which one day Katsuki's and Izuku's roles have been switched.

[Abandoned] A wedding to remember by Miki_Tamiko13  ( E | 536 | 1/18 )

It a beautiful day for love, unfortunately for the west shironita fang tribe it just another day.

For our young king and his warrior might be the most desirable Alpha's , it don't mean their pulling the Omega or betas left and right.

King Katsuki is a hot head with zero people skills.

Kirishima is an idiot

Shouto is emotionless

Jirou only loves music

Iida too uptight

Mineta is... well mineta( not hating and not bashing I actually like him)

•••••••••••••••••••

Yes our fine Alpha's are 16 and old enough to marry, but no beta in the tribe seems to be wooed by their charm, until the day they visit the dragon birthing ground to choice their dragon that they will claim.

They find more then a dragon , but not 1or 2 but 6 beautiful omegas from the north hota tribe.

Series Part 1 of Inspired by life

no feelings were involved in the making by yunnings (ladylolli)  ( T | 7,998 | 1/1 )

Of course Deku is the same as he’d always been - slow, shitty, unable to move to the beat on cue and shoulders hunched in terribly until everyone can see his prominent collarbones in his imitation of a retreating turtle. It doesn’t make Bakugou want to bite down on the smooth junction between Deku’s neck and shoulder. Nope.

Choreo!AU where Bakugou and Midoriya are partnered together on a project for MightTV at U.A. Dance Studio. They work together reluctantly. Bakugou gets angry when it doesn't work out. Midoriya gets prep-talks from Todoroki. Kirishima gets unsung best bro award 2k17.

for katy / bakudeku secret santa 2017

One Thing Straight by celestialdescendant  ( T | 9,899 | 5/5 )

They totally aren't.

Hints of their relationship is found in all of their friends’ social media accounts, but majority of their fans still think that Katsuki and Izuku are in relationships with anybody but each other.

It was amusing up until it became sad.

The Rarity by bittybitt39  ( E | 38,660 | 10/? )

Midoriya Izuku had been promised at the age of four to his once dear friend, Bakugou Katsuki. Their mothers thought it smart to betroth the two in the hopes that Izuku would be protected and taught in the safety of the guards Mitsuki could provide until the day he was old enough to come to the south kingdom. After all, it was not everyday that the rarity of a male omega was born within these times.

Izuku grows up knowing he is promised, and has vague memories of his alpha from his younger days. He is also gifted, in more ways than one when his teacher Toshinori confronts his mother with Izuku being named as his successor. But a war breaks out between the kingdoms of the north and east, and the betrothed are separated far longer than the royal family would have hoped. But the war raging keeps them separated besides a few letters that are received from those that were brave enough to run through the war lands.

When the World Is Falling Apart, I'll Focus On You. by estupidaval  ( T | 787 | 1/1 )

"The sound of splitting wood downstairs made Izuku jolt, and Katsuki held him tighter, making Izuku focus on him again. Izuku began to cry. He didn't want to die, he was terrified, god, he was terrified. He wanted to stay with Katsuki forever. They planned their future before humanity broke into millions of pieces. When they were stress free, when they could hold each other with no fears."

[Major Character Death]

I think my neighbor, my super cute...baby faced...neighbor might be fucking insane! by TatoBugTheDestroyer (orphan_account)  ( G | 4,433 | 1/1 )

------ Katsuki remembered one time when he came out in the evening. The sun was setting at the time, and the man’s head was completely level with the flaming ball of gas. Katsuki almost missed the opportunity to snap a picture, he was in too much awe to move. His cannon only made the scene a thousand times more elegant. The camera didn’t quite blur out the background but made the top layers features more sharp, making Deku’s tussled hair stand out in front of the pinkish-orange sky behind him. It caught the sunbeams that shone through his curls, beautifully so. ----

They're both a little crazy.

[On Hiatus] One Click Away by ALonelyGod  ( T | 21,235+ | 2/4 )

Gaming AU!

Katsuki "GroundZero" Bakugou is a game streamer on Twitch, he plays anything that catches his fancy. One day he's wrecking noobs in CS:GO and the next you'll see him mindlessly farming on Stardew Valley.

After watching the Overwatch World Cup, this salty AF player got inspired and started streaming his comp matches. Together with his squad, they aspire to reach the top. But no matter how good they are at killing nobody wanted to take up the support role, and that's when Katsuki got obsessed with this mysterious support player named "Deku".

For Katsuki it was love at frst healing orb.

[On Hiatus] Sober Up by teapotscandal  ( E | 6,607+ | 2/10 )

Izuku Midoriya is an Omegan paramedic burnt out by the stress of his job. Katsuki Bakugo is an Alphan bartender who blatantly refuses to acknowledge Izuku as his childhood friend. After Izuku stumbles upon the bar that Katsuki works at, he begins showing up after every shift, drinking himself stupid and bothering the shit out of Katsuki who isn’t as indifferent as he tries to act. How long can Katsuki stand back and ignore Izuku’s downward spiral into alcohol abuse without stepping in and admitting to what happened in their past.

[PTSD | Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism]

Handkerchief Dude by zubateatscakes  ( M | 10,631 1/1 )

Mr. Anger Issues might be an alien, Izuku thought. He couldn’t explain his apparently unlimited voice volume otherwise. “What have you just called me?” The guy cracked his knuckles and, face twisted in an evil smirk, stepped forwards into his personal space. Izuku became very pale and then turned as red as a tomato. He flinched and moved backwards, but the man kept approaching. “Did I say it aloud?” “You fucking did.” “Oh crap. Sorry?” “Take your fucking lame excuse for an apology and stick it up your ass,” Mr. Anger Issues spat out, nails digging into his palms.

Ghost hunter Izuku travels between the world of the dead and that of the living. Katsuki is troublesome and likes to brawl. One day, Izuku finds Katsuki in a dark alley, and their lives entangle together.

Bring It On by theskywalkerkid  ( M | 9,484+ | 6/? )

“That’s great dude, watching you guys perform takes my breath away. Seeing you do all those flips and being flexible, I could only dream of it. Like when you did those backflips and landed into the splits, I was totally taken by surprise. I bet Katsuki likes that you’re flexible.” Izuku stopped walking and his mind tried to process what he just said. “W-what?”, his voice cracked. Denki paused giving him a curious look, “are you two not…like you know…you guys have done it right?” Izuku feels his face turn bright red, he can’t believe that he was just asked that.

A High School AU that needed to be written.

{ Curator’s Note: This work also has the Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto tag, and the endgame is not explicitly stated in the tags, summary, or notes. }

Lost Omega by GreyDayMoon  ( E | 45,575 | 15/15 )

Izuku was just trying to take care of himself and his mother but a single slip up sends him into unfamiliar territory where he encounters an aggressive alpha who drags him into tribe life.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage]

The Sound Of Your Voice by melkara  ( M | 2,989+ | 1/? )

Katsuki Bakugou is without a job and struggling with no real future in sight, until he gets hit over the head with a bucket from a future who has a really really nice voice and an over protective best friend who just wont leave him alone. --- Or bascially that one story where Izuku is deaf, Katsuki is oblivious, and Todordoki is just trying to keep the floors clean and Midoriya happy.

[Past Abuse]

Matchmakers by Trashreciptical  ( T | 7,935 | 4/4 )

When Katsuki agreed to be Jirou's wingman at a school dance for his students he expected to be bored out of his mind, he expected to laugh at his students suffering trying to communicate with the opposite sex, and he expected being subjected to shitty pop music all night.

What he wasn't expecting was the gorgeous teacher from the other school with forests in his eyes and stars on his cheeks....fuck he has it bad.

In which Katsuki is a chemistry teacher that is one explosion away from being fired and Izuku is the adorable english teacher from a different school, who sweeps Katsuki off of his feet and he doesn't know what to do.

haven't we been here before? by yunnings (ladylolli)  ( T | 4,018 | 1/1 )

Aeryong, from Mother Birth, a bell that chimes when you meet your fated one—

A bell from his memory; it’s ringing, once, twice. (That means you’re close.) Amidst the crowded Chinatown street, Bakugou pauses and looks.

Midoriya’s figure stands, unyielding and pliant as willows on a brook as the masses flow around him unhindered, water towards an open ocean.

Huh, Bakugou doesn’t feel as surprised as he should have. “It’s you-”

Bakugou got his hands on a love bell. Midoriya mistakenly thinks it's a death bell. Bakugou clears the issue up brusquely and they kiss and make up. [winky emoji]

And this too shall pass by Stars1Are1Metaphors  ( M | 5,658 | 1/1 )

Japan is plagued by a horrific, contagious and deadly disease that holds prisoners, although... not for long. In the richest mansion of its capital city, the only child of the great engineer Midoriya Hisashi is struck. Unfortunately, in the time this child has been born in lies no cure. To quell his loneliness, Hisashi creates the first ever robot and calls it Katsuki. And so, in a disease stricken town a tender bond forms between a kind-hearted boy and an unusual, one of a kind creation.

[Major Character Death]

a calm surrender by ficklish  ( T | 4,841 | 1/1 )

They meet purely by chance, and Katsuki isn't sentimental enough to deem their reunion fate, but it’s definitely a nice change, to be able to talk and have someone answer.

“Keep up,” he snaps, “or I’ll leave your ass behind.”

"Okay Kacchan," Deku says, and has the nerve to beam at him like a very annoying sun.

Katsuki looks quickly away so he doesn’t blind himself.

Katsuki falls in love with Deku against the backdrop of a zombie apocalypse.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Ephemeral by bakudeku  ( G | 821 | 1/1 )

Dreams become reality on that short summer evening, when knees were often scraped, while cicadas whistled the sweet melodies of summer, Izuku shared his first kiss with Katsuki. It was a simple peck on the lips. A small gesture to express the mutual fondness they felt for each other. The kiss did more than serve its purpose, it formed an even deeper relationship between the two.

Spring BakuDeku Week 2018 by gaytodoroki  ( G | 2,752 | 7/7 )

What the title says.

(Short drabbles for the wonder duo’s week!)

Closer, You And I by TheSorcererOfWinter  ( T | 1,714+ | 1/? )

Nothing came out interesting with the boy to Katsuki’s eyes. His entire existence screamed he's a fucking loser and there's no amount of entertainment he could get from the other to ease out his boredom.

Well, that's what he thought.

Who knew an embroidery on a piece of an old handkerchief will open a door to his forgotten past.

Katsuki is determined to know the truth, even if it means getting closer to a nerdy transfer student. He will.

(A combination of Nekoumyu's Prompt 2 and Prompt 3)

stones at the starlight by shousanki  ( T | 2,972 | 1/1 )

Katsuki and Izuku struggle to survive in an adult world not kind to (not-quite) childhood sweethearts as they search for the small and good things amidst petty indignities.

Series Part 6 of 青春ノンストップ ーSpring Bakudeku Week 2018ー

Love That's Left Behind by ploThief  ( T | 1,439 | 1/1 )

The trio flinch when they hear the tale-tell guttural moan of hungry zombies. Two new zombies have heard the commotion. One looks savage, face twisted forever in an angry scowl. The other is plainer, moving with a slight limp. The two are bloodied and dirty, but in much better condition than most zombies they cross. Newly turned, Ochaco’s mind supplies. It leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

[Major Character Death]

to you, on the other side of the screen by stars_go_dim  ( T | 21,554+ | 7/? )

Bakugou is a popular YouTuber when he suddenly stumbles upon Midoriya’s makeup channel. But why is he so interested in some random kid he found on YouTube?

or alternatively

that YouTube au nobody asked for

5 Times Izuku Came Home And Almost Had An Heart-Attack And 1 Time He Came Home And His Heart Melted by elizabeth_16  ( T | 4,829 | 1/1 )

Five times Izuku Midoriya came home and almost had an heart-attack thanks to hs husband and one time his heart melted (thanks to his husband).

Or: These idiots being married and in love; fluff fluff fluff

[On Hiatus] Till Death Do Us Part  ( M | 1,990+ | 1/? )

Izuku Midoriya finds himself on quite the situation. Having been sent on a supply run for medicine, him and his two companions Kirishima and Shinsou are all separated by a horde.

All alone, a reanimated hand pulling his shoulder towards a rotting jaw, Izuku says his last regards to his loved ones and waits for the inevitable ripping of his own flesh.

But it never comes.

-

Ikuzu/Hitoshi is only really referenced a few times. Katsuki/Izuku is the main ship.

Rated mature for scenes of violence and gore.

[Major Character Death]

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl masterlist #masterlist #g:au #au:np #t:sh #w:violence #t:dubcon #w:underage #w:mcd #t:s #t:ptsd #t:addiction #t:pa #curator ellie #long post

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Clexaweek2018 Masterlist

Here it is: the masterlist of all fics, art, and more created for Clexaweek2018! They’re not in any particular order but I put ratings and word length at the bottom of their summaries. There was a LOT to go through, not everyone tagged me/sent me a link, and the tags can be finicky to search through (example: found a bunch I missed because I was searching through the #Clexaweek2018 rather than #Clexa week 2018) so please shoot me a message and let me know if I forgot yours so I can add it on. Otherwise...enjoy! Please reblog as well as like that way word gets out and we can share the Clexa love! :)

Fics: Day 1- Meet Ugly

Monographs by Raspberry Tree Lexa finds her girlfriend in bed with another woman. M, 1160 words.

(and when I touch you) i feel happy inside by brokendevil At least by the third time, Clarke isn't technically grabbing a stranger's hand. Or: five times Clarke held Lexa's hand first and one time Lexa held Clarke's. T, 7826 words, complete.

The Escape Artist by ivywoman63 Lexa’s a temporary cop, Clarke’s a temporary perp. Small town protest leads to Lexa throwing Clarke in the slammer. It’s like Orange is the New Black. No, it’s nothing like that. 
Just a little, fluffy, fun one shot for ClexaWeek 2018. T, 10918 words, complete.

The Morning After by TheSSClexa Clarke wakes up the morning after, she can’t remember much, not even the woman’s name. Taking a peek out the bedroom door, last night’s lay is definitely hot - and, is she making pancakes? T, 9139 words, in progress.

The Flower Girl by Kendrene When Lexa notices that flowers are vanishing from her garden, she decides to investigate. A blonde thief, an ambush, and a walk later she finds herself with more than she bargained for. And falling for someone new. Or: the one where Clarke steals from Lexa's garden and thinks she can get away with it. E, 2122 words, in progress.

let me make it up to you by almostafantasia In which Clarke gets an internship in the city and completely ruins her chances with the cute girl who shares her commute when their first ever interaction starts with an accidental boob grab. Or so she thinks. E, 6767 words, complete.

Can't Think Straight by billet_doux Behind her, a tap on her shoulder caught her attention. Clarke turned, ready to yell at whatever invasive, goody-two-shoes freshman was about to reprimand her for yelling and making a scene past quiet hours, but the blood drained from her face as she met the eyes of a campus policewoman. “Shit.” It was going to be a long night. Or: the one where Clarke makes a dumb decision, and Lexa, a campus officer, has to bring her in. T, 2673 words, complete.

Surprisingly, The Best Night I've Had Ever. by DistantStar, mmeister911 Being soulmates isn't always easy and first impressions are lasting, especially when you meet fist to face. Lexa and Clarke meet in a very unexpected way. M, 7857 words, complete.

Good Samaritan by eternaleponine Law student Lexa accidentally hits med student Clarke with her car in a parking garage. Clarke decides Lexa needs to make it up to her. M, 4771 words, complete.

Clexa Week 2018 by kittymannequin Chapter 1 Meet Ugly- Clarke doesn't hold the elevator for Lexa. NR, 1391 words, complete.

0300 by K17L53 Captain Woods has had a long day out on patrol. And all she wants right now is sleep and silence. But there seems to be someone in the communal kitchen being obnoxiously loud. Enter Private Griffin, who’s up at 3 in the morning making cookies. No one likeks being caught doing someone they’re not supposed to and Lexa is not at all impressed by her quirky little comebacks. But maybe, just maybe, they can work out a little deal so Clarke doesn’t get in trouble? T, 2653 words, complete.

Walk of Shame by Waxa They meet each other on a Saturday morning both doing their walk of shame. G, 1574 words, complete.

(You Stole My Heart) Like Stealing Candy from a Baby rsconne Another shitty Valentine's Day. Clarke and Lexa both just want to binge on chocolate and wine and nurse their broken hearts in peace. But a chance encounter in the supermarket changes everything.... M, 6281 words, complete.

Kismet by theproseofnight Clarke leaves a unique first impression on Lexa, though not the kind she was hoping for.
Lexa doesn’t mind her unconventional ways. She thinks they’re inevitable, anyways. G, 3500 words, complete. Drive! by imincharge by imincharge Clarke is being chased by the cops, jumps in a random car e yells "drive!" Except that she couldn't have chosen a worse car to do it. G, 4933 words, complete. With a quick wing she brushes (the wide world through) by iwhsotb by iwhsotb Clarke is bringing in her spoils for trade when something goes awry. Lexa is skiving off a trade meeting during her visit to a Trikru village to continue Aden's lessons. When world's collide it's not always pretty. G, 5202 words, complete. the earth, that is sufficient by morningsound15 Chapter 1- Meet Ugly. Clarke Griffin meets the Commander of the Grounder army under less-than-ideal circumstances. M, 1,414 words, complete.

Clexa Week Day One: Meet ugly by HedaClexaKomBlackhill  It’s not technically their first meeting, but it’s the first time they bother to exchange names - and Clarke’s got quite the surprise. T, 5052 words, complete.

A Place to be Born by liminalsmith by liminalsmith The weird Clexa soulmates AU, with eventual library smut, that absolutely nobody asked for. “Are you laughing at me?” Clarke asks, full of mock offence. “I…oh my God. You are laughing at me. You are quite strange, Lexa Woods.” “Likewise, Clarke.” Lexa shakes her head, stares out the window, then back at Clarke. Her voice is soft when she asks, “What are you so eager to sell your soul for?” Clarke grips the wheel, bites the inside of her lip till she tastes blood. “You can’t sell something you don’t have.” T, 8430 words, in progress.

Collision by hlnwst Clarke is having an amazing day until a wayward skateboarder crashes into her. M, 3951 words, complete.

bang shui by AndiLand (AndiMarquette)by AndiLand (AndiMarquette) Clarke Griffin is a med student at Polis University. She and Raven Reyes are roommates who just moved into an apartment closer to campus, but their neighbors have extremely loud marathon sexy times and Clarke is just not getting the rest she needs. Finally, she runs into one of the neighbors -- Lexa Woods, a grad/law student -- and tells her to please move her bed away from the wall. Which is embarrassing, yes, but anything could result from that type of conversation... NR, 42568 words, in progress.

Hit you real hard by Cowmander by Cowmander Clarke hits Lexa with her car. For Clexa week 2018 day one. G, 1152 words, complete.

There are no Accidents by AllysonDark by AllysonDark Lexa just wanted to relax after exams but a paint covered blonde has other plans. NR, 2381 words, complete.

The Foolishness by SovereignChicken by SovereignChicken Indra can not deal with foolishness on a regular day but when her Captain and a fiery blonde burst into song and the rest of the campus follows suit, she especially can not deal. NR, 5379 words, in progress.

Laundry by thedenouementby thedenouement Clarke uses Lexa's laundry machine and Lexa isn't impressed. 2,486 words, complete.

Meet Ugly by theclosetcase by theclosetcase Lexa's just trying to get through her residency at the hospital when Clarke shows up, with terrible flu, high off NyQuil and making lewd comments. 1,826 words, complete.

My Knight in Dark Rimmed Glasses by Kai_Jean Clarke wasn't expecting to run into someone who intrigued her as much as Lexa. She's the most popular girl in school and yet she's never seen this girl before. What will running into her change for the both of them? T, 6418 words, in progress.

i see what’s mine and take it by contessellation  Horse show nonsense. They're rivals competing in the Amateur Owner Jumpers. Each one has won a division championship and a division reserve championship, and now they're tied for points for series end awards. Who will win this class? Clarke is oblivious. Warmup nonsense ensues. T, 1562 words, complete.

Falling, Falling as if From Far Up by MaloryArcher A story just as much about falling near each other as it is about falling for each other. NR, 2890 words, in progress.

A Slippery Slope by LadyKateRussell Clarke gets blown over in the high winds on the opening day of Pyeongchang and into the lap of a French Olympic skier. This is awkward. Or: The Pyeongchang Winter Olympic fic. M, 3391 words, complete.

Into the Wild Blue by DreamsAreMyWords Lexa works at her aunt's ranch every summer and has a simple job: watch the house. Then Clarke Griffin, a spoiled rich girl, drives her car straight into that house. Now Clarke has to work at the ranch to pay off her debt, and they both spend far too much time bickering to cover up the fact that they can’t take their eyes off each other. Meet ugly au where Clarke quite literally crashes into Lexa's life. T, 15,778 words, complete.

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself by jayenator565 Handball AU. Lexa Woods never dreamed she’d touch her girlfriend’s boobs before they even knew each other’s names.. Clarke Griffin never dreamed she’d meet her lover in such a compromising position. 1984 words, complete.

Heartlines by Bal3xicon Clarke is certain her mom and Raven are trying to set her up with a single mom, but which one of the women at the Fourth of July party is it? Octavia? Gina? Or Lexa, the woman with eyes she can't look away from who is making it had to think straight? High chance Clarke is going to fuck this up before it even starts. This story is a Clexa prequel in my The Way it Stops and Starts universe. G, 2801 words, in progress.

Day 2- Constantly Mistaken For a Couple

The One Where Everyone is Gay for Everyone Else by AllysonDark Everyone thinks the lead singer and the bassist are banging (even the rest of their band) but really they're just friends, right? T, 1639 words, complete.

A Life Like This by billet_doux "As the hours passed, an air of awkwardness encased the two, something that Lexa wasn’t used to. She worried, wondering if Clarke knew that Lexa was going to ask her out, instantly regretting even thinking about shifting the good dynamic between the two-- “I’m pregnant.” Lexa froze, unblinking. "What?" Or: the one where Clarke and Lexa are always mistaken for a couple, and there's a baby. G, 6452 words, complete.

Just Friends...Apparently by hlnwst Lexa and Clarke have been best friends forever - just best friends. Yet, everyone seems to think they're more than 'just best friends'... G, 3423 words, complete.

Always by Waxa They’ve been friends since childhood; some things happen that make them realize what they were to each other all along. G, 3999 words, complete.

Don't You Run Away by eternaleponine Everyone knows that Clarke and Lexa have been a couple since they met in freshman year... except Clarke and Lexa. Now they're seniors and Lexa is returning from a semester abroad. Will they figure things out before it's too late?M, 1870 words, complete. Clexa Week 2018 by kittymannequin Chapter 2: No, she’s not my girlfriend. NR, 1427 words.

It Rained In Seattle by thedenouement The "I adopted a kid because I thought I was responsible but things got hectic and I'm a hot mess, and you're my neighbour who helps me with childcare but now the kid things that we're both their parents and I'm really in love with you" au, in which Clarke adopts a three-year-old and Lexa owns a dog. G, 4431 words, complete.

The Half Pipe by DistantStar, mmeister911 Lexa Woods was a rising star. The face of women's snowboarding until a terrible accident four years ago. In the Sochi Olympics it was all swept away by a terrible injury when she tried a trick that less than a handful of people world-wide had ever landed successfully. She was taken away by ambulance and is lucky to be alive. Some thought she'd quit. Some thought she'd never snowboard again. But now she's back at the 2018 Olympics, and she's brought the one person that kept her going from day one at the hospital, her best friend, Clarke Griffin, with her.
This time, she's bringing home gold. M, 10992 words, complete.

the world's tiniest wingman by almostafantasia When Lexa is babysitting her nephew Aden in public, a teenage girl accidentally mistakes her and a random stranger named Clarke for a couple with their adorable infant son. The girl seems so excited to see a happy gay family out in public and neither Lexa nor Clarke want to break it to her that they only met two minutes ago. G, 1673 words, complete. Future plans by HedaClexaKomBlackhill Five times Clexa weren’t together, and one time they were. T, 3038 words, complete.

the earth, that is sufficient by morningsound15 Chapter 2: Constantly Mistaken for a Couple “So how long have you been boning the Commander, Clarke?” 1,872 words.

Of Iced Coffee and Rocks Shownkindness “You give me free coffee at the school cafe because you work there and I am the only one that talks to you like you are a real person” T, 2315 words, complete. leave the kids alone by 100hearteyes They've been dancing around their feelings. The students got used to seeing the two teachers walk down the hall together, always deep in conversation, with soft smiles and casual touches. Their couches got used to two pairs of butt cheeks instead of one leaving marks on the cushions several nights a week. Their bank accounts got used to sharing the brunt of constant meals for two. To anyone looking, they quickly became the perfect couple — and that, apparently, is exactly what their students started thinking. G, 3247 words, complete. Friends don't look at each other like that by theclosetcase Constantly mistaken for a couple. 2565 words, complete. Pirouette by kokkoro Clarke and Lexa have been dancing together since they were small and they don't really know what it's like to be apart. 1106 words, complete.

Day 3- At Work

Not So Grey's Anatomy by AllysonDark When Anya forces her to see to the doctor after a tumble in the yard, Lexa is a little put out to say the least, it didn't hurt that bad, really, but when she lays eyes on the doctor, she finds herself a little more willing to listen to her sister's common sense. NR, 2202 words, complete. Partners by Cowmander “These drug lords could still be targeting you, Lexa. You should probably not be so predictable. Just do the opposite of what you normally do.” “Oh, that’s too bad. I was totally gonna have sex with you today.” Or: Clarke and Lexa are partners at the LAPD. T, 1414 words, complete. Bend Over by Waxa The classic office smut fic. It’s just a PWP fic. M, 3049 words, complete. 

Office Fantasies by billet_doux Standing in front of the mirror, Clarke shook her head. She couldn't believe she was about to do this. She rubbed the thin lace between her fingers, letting it fall over her small baby bump, either side of the babydoll framing her stomach. She supposed she didn’t look bad--it was a cute babydoll, lacy and black. It suited her well, standing out against her pale skin and framing her curves. She figured it was now or never, really. Or: the one where Clarke is pregnant, and she really just wants to bone her wife. M, 3809 words, complete.

On the Clock by K17L53 Officer Woods, a new patrol cop who loves her job has the pleasure of meeting seasoned paramedic Clarke Griffin while on the clock. They seem to get along, Lexa’s good with everyone she comes across but she takes a special liking to the paramedic. So she can’t complain when Clarke happens to be the one called to a lot of the same scenes as her because it just gives her an excuse to talk to her. G, 2763 words, in progress. Clexa Week 2018 by kittymannequin Chapter 3: Turn to page five, please. NR, 1072 words, complete. the earth, that is sufficient by morningsound15 Chapter 3: At Work “Clarke,” Lexa murmurs, “I’m working.” “You’re always working.” “The job of the Commander is never over.” “Not even when you have a beautiful woman trying to take you to bed?” 3,849 words. The True Ninja Doesn't Make a Splash At All by rsconne Clarke's guest hosting stint on American Ninja Warrior takes an unexpected turn when professional rockclimber and Ninja Warrior phenom Lexa Woods hits the course. M, 3478 words, complete.

A Little Flirting Never Killed Anybody by Wallflower1313 The Clexa Criminal Minds AU we've always wanted. T, 7503 words, complete. All That Glitters by eternaleponine Clarke is a physical therapist/sports trainer fresh out of school who is lucky enough to be appointed to the medical team for Team USA at the Olympics. Lexa is an alpine ski racer who came onto the international scene out of nowhere and took it by storm. She comes looking for some help loosening up an old injury, and finds herself on Clarke's table. G, 3607 words, in progress.

A moment of unprofessionalism by HedaClexaKomBlackhill Clarke is adopting, Lexa is her case worker. Things get unprofessional. T, 4793 words, complete. You ain't nobody until you got somebody by clexaship In 2017 Lexa is 27 years old and works at her mother’s company after she got her Master’s degree in Engineering and Public Policy. Clarke is a Law student who got an internship at the exact same corporation to gain some practical experience. But things turn out to be a little more demanding than she first expected… NR, 4593 words, in progress. Galaxy by DistantStar, mmeister911 Clarke and Lexa don't get along, in fact they can't stand each other half the time. It comes to a head when they both compete for the same grant to succeed in their dreams to continue studying the stars. But there's always more than meets the eye. M, 4820 words, complete. journeys end in lovers meeting by almostafantasia Lexa’s literature project takes an unexpected turn when her partner Clarke accidentally sends her a racy selfie instead of a photo of their task sheet. Lexa has to try and find a way to finish the project without spontaneously combusting, but when Clarke realizes her mistake, all schoolwork gets forgotten entirely. T, 3589 words, complete. Inspiration by thedenouement The "I'm a writer with a deadline coming up and nothing to write about and you're an artist at the gallery where I've come to find inspiration teaching second graders how to draw mind if I join you?" au, in which Lexa's a writer without words and Clarke can see her coming from a mile away. G, 2134 words, complete. Lunch Date by theclosetcase At work au. 444 words, complete. Hands On by MaloryArcher Clarke co-owns an auto body shop. For years, she's preferred to stay in her office, clear of the customers and grease, but when Lexa shows up for hoping for an oil change, Clarke rethinks her approach. T, 3696 words, complete.

Day 4- Accidental Stimulation

Lipstick Stains On My Passport by DreamsAreMyWords Clarke and Lexa are two strangers who happen to run into each other in airports. The first time they undress each other with their eyes. The second time they decide to get hands-on about it.
Or: Lexa's a useless lesbian, Clarke's a useless bisexual, and this is a smutty, fluffy one-shot written for day 4: accidental stimulation for Clexaweek2018. E, 14192 words, complete. Galaxy (Written in the Stars) by DistantStar, mmeister911 After two weeks of working on the proposal together, Clarke and Lexa decide to take a break and things come unravelled. After all, being trapped in an office for so long with your crush can do things to a girl... E, 12162 words, complete. Crossing the Line by Sheisme Lexa is training hard for the annual Crossfit Games. She's determined, focused and refuses to let anything distract her. Enter Clarke, the new massage therapist at her gym. They both feel an attraction and decide to do the mature thing about it: avoid each other. That is until Clarke is tasked with massaging Lexa and things get heated. M, 3968 words, complete. Shifting Gears by eternaleponine It's the start of spring break, and Clarke's car has decided to quit. Lexa offers to give her a ride home. In the middle of an epic traffic jam, things gets a little... heated. E, 5814 words, complete. Nice Hands by hlnwst Remember that handball video? This is the Clexa version :) Clarke and Lexa are on opposite teams for their college handball championship game. It's close and competitive until the two start taking the game of handball quite literally... NR, 2090 words, complete. Come Play with Me by AllysonDark A little competition never hurt anyone. E, 2954 words, complete. The Commander's Doctor by billet_doux Clarke was a lost cause as Lexa’s hands trailed all over her body, positioning her into the right stances, sliding up and down her arms and legs, settling on her hips. Oh yes, training with Lexa was definitely her new favorite hobby. OR; the one where Clarke learns that observing the Commander during her training leads to some fun alone time afterwards. T, 2266 words, complete. the earth, that is sufficient by morningsound15 Chapter 4: Accidental Stimulation- Whenever she sees Lexa take command of her people — direct a meeting between the Ambassadors, deliver serious yet heartfelt speeches to her Natblida, don her war paint, ride her horse into battle — Clarke can’t quite help the way her body physically reacts. It’s starting to get a little embarrassing. 2,721 words. downward facing dog by almostafantasia The way that Lexa’s body twists and contorts itself into each position with an effortless grace is honestly spank bank material. And no, Clarke isn’t going to get herself off while thinking of her yoga instructor, but the point is that if she wanted to then she wouldn’t have to try very hard to get herself into the right mood. Or: while Lincoln is away on a business trip, Clarke accompanies Octavia to her yoga class in what is supposed to be a one off favour to her best friend. But when she meets the instructor, Clarke can’t stop herself from returning week after week. M, 2676 words, complete. I didn't mean to turn you on.... by Tallgayfanny Clarke accidentally stumbles upon Lexa’s private tumblr account, where she talks about her feelings for Clarke. M, 1668 words, in progress. Cherub by theproseofnight Lexa tries to read. Clarke’s less-than-angelic ways make it very difficult. M, 5500 words, complete.

Grand Slam Thank you Ma’am by faithtastic No one took much notice of Lexa Woods as a scrawny little upstart, but flash forward a few years and she’s got a real shot at a Wimbledon Title. But when a recurring injury flares up before the Championships begin, she’s forced to seek treatment. What she wasn’t counting on when she walked into the clinic that day was for a sassy blonde physio to turn her carefully ordered world upside down… AKA Tennis!AU. M, 11261 words, in progress. Clexa Week 2018 by kittymannequin Chapter 4: Pools and pretty girls. NR, 1279 words, complete.

Of Iced Coffee and Rocks by Shownkindness Chapter 2: Coffee Stains. This is day 3 and 4 mixed together because I don't write smut and I thought this situation was to perfect. T, 2315 words, complete. Polis Tattoo by TheSSClexa Clarke doesn't have any tattoos, but the moment Raven drags her into Polis Tattoo, her eyes transfix on the artist inside, a sexy green eyed brunette and Clarke can't help but decide on her first tattoo... on her hip. T, 2417 words, complete.

HSAU by clexa-hsau Accidental Stimulation au. 4968 words, complete.

Afterglow by liminalsmith Lexa and Clarke lead a diplomatic mission to the mysterious Trishanakru. The trouble is Clarke is distracting, Lexa is very very gay, Raven is a natural wonder, their hosts won't stop partying, and the forest is kind of psychedelic.

Day 5- Rivals in a Secret Relationship

Lane of Legendary Love by Serenity_Searcher Clarke and Lexa are the mid lane stars of two rival League of Legends teams. They play against each other on stage and are known as two of the best players in the legue. There is more than simple respect brewing between them though. It may revolve around League of Legends but its more focused on the people that are playing it. For Clexa week 2018 Rivals in a secret relationship. T, 2885 words, in progress. Ask Me No Questions (And I'll Tell You No Lies) by rsconne Clarke rejoins her trivia team after a long hiatus and discovers that her team's main competition is an attractive woman at the bar who beats them all by herself. Color Clarke intrigued.... Or, the Bar Trivia AU that not a single person asked for. M, 5600 words, in progress. the earth, that is sufficient by morningsound15 Chapter 5: Rivals in a Secret Relationship The Commander does not fall in love. She is above such trivial, earthly matters. She is Heda; she is stone; she is incorruptible. She is also in love. 2,195 words. Pep Rallies vs. Art Galleries by eternaleponine Clarke and Lexa are teachers at the same school: Clarke is everyone's favorite art teacher, and Lexa teaches history, but is also the girls' soccer coach. The athletics department always seems to get what it wants, and Clarke is determined to change that... but at what cost? E, 3969 words, complete. Red, White and Blue in the Skies by thedenouement The "We've known each other since the fourth grade when you transferred schools and stole my crown and have been competing over spelling bee's and Valedictorian titles among the gossip mills of the Upper East Side ever since and somewhere along the way we became fuck buddies but I think I'm actually falling in love with you" au, in which Clarke and Lexa attempt to navigate each other against the backdrop of their last summer in the Hamptons and feelings are messy things. T, 4090 words, complete. Of Bad Flirting and Silly Rivalries by billet_doux Aden is exasperated at his sister's bad flirting attempts and just wants to practice baseball. Lexa's "best friend" has other plans on how to spend the day. Clarke and Lexa aren't fooling anybody. G, 423 words, complete. Clexa Week 2018 by kittymannequin Chapter 5: My coffee is better than yours. NR, 855 words, complete.

You're so on by Waxa High school AU, something ticks off Lexa and of course it was Clarke. G, 1043 words, complete. For my Heda by HedaClexaKomBlackhill Alpha Clarke meets an omega shortly after landing on the ground, but until there is peace their people cannot know. T, 2962 words, complete. Sweets 'N Treats by DistantStar, mmeister911 Lexa and Clarke are both candy shop owners who are trying to compete against the other to be the best in town. Everyone thinks they hate each other as they spend more time arguing than anything else. But what they don't know is that are actually in a relationship... Nobody would have guessed that. M, 6474 words, complete. life's incredible again by almostafantasia Every city needs a superhero. This city has two. Fierce rivals by day and lovers by night, Clarke and Lexa learn the struggles of leading a double life, particularly when it becomes impossible to stop their personal and professional lives from becoming entangled. T, 8951 words, complete. Good Game by K17L53 Soccer rivals Clarke Griffin and Lexa Woods can’t seem to stand each other on the pitch and referees are tired of it. But what happens when they end up staying at the same hotel only across the hall from each other? Is their explosive chemistry only exclusive to the pitch? Or can it be…transferred to another activity that leaves them breathless? T, 3925 words, complete. Two Sides of the Same Coin by MaloryArcher Clarke and Lexa have been convinced for years that the only thing they have in common is their love for their mutual best friend Lincoln. When Lincoln meets the girl of his dreams and has less time to spend with his two wildly different besties, it's up to Clarke and Lexa to find out whether they've been wrong about each other all along. T, 3512 words, complete.

Day 6- Famous

celebrity crush by almostafantasia Everybody has that one celebrity they would go ride or die for. For Lexa, that person is famous lingerie model, LGBT activist, and all round feminist icon, Clarke Griffin. Lexa fantasizes about meeting her idol for way too long until one night, after a few too many drinks, she ends up commenting on Clarke’s latest Instagram photo with a corny chat up line. She wakes up the following morning full of regret, but also surprised to find a message in her inbox from Clarke asking to go for a drink. Lexa is convinced the whole thing is a prank until Clarke actually walks into the bar, and she can’t believe her luck when Clarke invites Lexa back to her hotel room and every fantasy that Lexa has ever had about her celebrity crush starts to come true. E, 7992 words, complete.

The Bachelorette AU by Waxa The Bachelorette AU: Clarke Griffin first stole America’s heart by becoming the most sold out artist/painter in the history of the world at only 22. This mogul has charmed her way ever since, with her charm personality and sweet, girl-next door wit and spunk. She has finally opened up about her desire to settle down and her desire to find her perfect soul mate. Clarke will embark on her own journey to find love when she stars in the 18th edition of The Bachelorette. G, 2410 words, complete.

(Why We Wear) Black by thedenouement The "I'm a fashion reporter going live from the red carpet at the Golden Globes and you're the famous actress, nominee and avid activist for women's equality that the world doesn't know I'm dating, so I'm going to bite my tongue through this interview and resist the urge to tell you I love you and we can make out in the bathroom at the after the show," au, in which Lexa tells Clarke why she is wearing black and Clarke can't hide her pride for her award winning girlfriend. T, 2866 words, complete.

Right Place, Right Time by DistantStar, mmeister911 Lexa Woods was just trudging through her day to day routine when she meets Clarke who turns her world upside down Clarke Griffin is a supermodel on a hiatus. They meet when they least expect it...sparks fly. M, 6428 words, complete.

the earth, that is sufficient by morningsound15 Chapter 6: Famous- The Commander is the most recognizable figure within the 13 Clans. But Wanheda comes in a close second. 2,382 words.

The Queen and Me by HedaClexaKomBlackhill Dr Clarke Griffin is about to marry her longtime girlfriend, the Queen of Trigeda. It’s a loose “Prince and Me” AU that I’ve been playing with for forever. M, 1812 words, complete.

Clexa Week 2018 by kittymannequin Chapter 6: Soccer players and movie stars. NR, 1960 words, complete.

Skin to Win by rsconne Lexa Woods: the world's top downhill skier, multi gold medal favorite, America's darling. It might be her last Games, and she's determined that nothing will distract her from reaching the podium. That is, until an awkward run in with biathlete Clarke Griffin.... M, 6993 words, complete.

And The Day Came by eternaleponine Clarke and Lexa met as costars on a TV show, until the untimely death of Lexa's character. But they kept in touch after her departure, and occasionally communicate through items fans give them to sign... T, 5841 words, complete.

The Rockstar and the Care Worker by HedaClexaKomBlackhill As a favour to her manager, Clarke agrees to visit a group foster care home to visit a fan. She finds more than just a fan. T, 5665 words, complete.

Everything feels like a tragedy by Teroe That one where clarke’s a rock star and lexa’s an indie musician and sometimes life gets in the way. T, 4056 words, complete.

Good Look For You by femininenachos On the afternoon of a Very Important pitch meeting that could elevate Griffin+Reyes to the next level, architect!Clarke gets thrown off her game by a certain model with a muddy ‘European’ accent… Model!AU. M, 4808 words, complete. 

Day 7- Free Day

bend or curl by 100hearteyes Lexa's Norway and Clarke's USA are underdogs in the 2018 Olympic curling medal race, but both women are too competitive not to set their sights on the gold. They're also too in love with each other not to tempt fate with secret rendezvous, all the while stoking a mad rivalry between their teams. T, 3182 words, in progress. Why I Wake Early by kay_be Lexa and Clarke are working at a summer camp. If you had told Clarke at the beginning of the summer she would voluntarily get up before the bugle most mornings, squandering precious sleep, she'd have scoffed at you. Find out what gets Clarke out of bed in the morning. T, 1745 words, complete. The Bucket List by thedenouement The "Everyone knows the age they will die at birth and when we meet at a college party we both have two years left so let's liquidate our savings and go on a around-the-world trip because I cannot sit here one more moment and pretend I'm okay," au, in which Clarke and Lexa take a Bucket List trip and miracles can happen. G, 5619 words, complete. That Damn Brunette with Green Eyes by inadequatelygrey Your classic coffee shop clexa with Clarke being a gay mess. T, 1032 words, complete. Hang the DJ (Black Mirror AU) by Waxa A Black Mirror AU from season 4 episode 4 “Hang the DJ.” Paired up by a dating program that puts an expiration date on all relationships, Lexa and Clarke soon begin to question the system's logic. G, 12201 words, in progress. a heart spilled out in ink by anddirtyrain Clarke leaves the book under Lexa’s pillow.
The neatly folded pages upon pages, her heart spilled out in ink, a gift for the woman she loves. Or: an ode to Lexa. T, 2178 words, in progress. The Marriage Contract by HedaClexaKomBlackhill Lexa’s father won’t let her take over as CEO until she’s married. Clarke just wants out from her financial dependence on her mother - and Abby’s control. Raven suggests jokingly that Clarke sign up to be a trophy wife. M, 9859 words, complete. Love Alters Not by HowNowWit Up-and-coming actress Lexa Woods costars with Clarke Griffin on the new crime drama Locked and Loaded. The two became fast friends during season one. Nearing the end of season two, a routine encounter at an unassuming cafe launches Lexa into a spotlight she wasn't ever expecting to navigate, least of all with her straight best friend. NR, 3645 words, in progress.

Thumper Take Two by hedaclexuh Clarke is new at school. Her father is known for his investigational skills which brings them to a town overwhelmed with overdoses. She lets the mysterious girl who sits behind her in English copy off of her quiz which leads to an invitation to a little get together. Clarke soon realizes that Lexa is into more than casual drinks with her friends to unwind from a stressful week at school, however, Clarke is still intrigued. She accidentally gets mixed up in the mess and tries to find a way to get Lexa and herself out of danger. T, 2082 words, in progress. A Kiss for Charity by imincharge A man almost got to kiss Clarke for charity but sapphic hero Lexa saved the day and outbid him. G, 2405 words, complete. Quitters Prosper by MaloryArcher Lexa can't keep herself from staring at the blonde before her. G, 693 words, complete. These Fingertips Are Yearning by AnonBeMe Oh, how Lexa yearns to feel her skin, to find out if she is as warm and soft as she looks. So much that she aches. NR, 3796 words, complete. Like Seasons by TheCuddleMonster Some things come and go like seasons but Clexa is forever. T, 1391 words, complete. The Morning After by TheSSClexa Clarke wakes up the morning after, she can’t remember much, not even the woman’s name. Taking a peek out the bedroom door, last night’s lay is definitely hot - and, is she making pancakes? M, 9139 words, in progress. Living with the stars and the trees by Readomon Basically a straight up roommate AU. Hopefully some cute shenanigans. Both Clarke and Lexa are pure beans. T, 2715 words, in progress. Candlelight by RaspberryTree After Lady Clarke publicly rejects the king’s advances, he seeks to humiliate her by marrying her off to the ruthless commander of his armies. Clarke finds that there’s more to Lexa than the king knows. T, 3385 words, complete. the earth, that is sufficient by morningsound15 Chapter 7: Marriage- For two years, Clarke and Lexa have been living together in the capital, ruling mostly side-by-side. But some of the other Clans still oppose the amount of power Clarke seems to hold within the Coalition, and especially the way the Commander seems to listen to and even defer to her on important matters of state. In order to cement Clarke’s position as a ruler equal to the Heda, Lexa convinces her that they must go through with an elaborate political ceremony. A logistical thing, really. Simply for show. (But she’s very nervous when she asks and Clarke can’t quite figure out why.) 3,790 words. Total fic: M, 201050 words, complete. to help us grow by onemilliongoldstars Despite having no experience, Clarke and Lexa have managed to find a routine that keeps their three kids not only alive, but happy and healthy. Though their world is chaotic, it is filled with sunlit afternoons and sticky hands, sloppy kisses and bear hugs. When they are unexpectedly given back their twenties, the little family struggles to adjust to the changes within their home and they learn that DNA alone doesn't make a family. sequel to 'a hand to hold onto' T, 5829 words, complete. The Half Pipe (The Gold and The Girl) by DistantStar, mmeister911 Lexa had gotten the gold after an amazing victory on the halfpipe, but more importantly, Lexa got the girl. Clarke never thought she stood a chance until Lexa kissed her and now she got to enjoy the Olympics in a whole new way, with Lexa by her side as more than a friend. E, 11480 words, complete. Little Earthquakes by nosuchanimal Lexa’s no stranger to the mystical powers of pretty girls. She has accepted and moved on from the fact that they make her feel things beyond the scope of her normally stunted emotional range. But this – whatever she feels for Clarke – has ballooned into something huge and visceral and uncontrollable, and Lexa hates feeling out of control. She’s honestly not even sure when it started. For Christ’s sake, they’ve been going to the same high school for three years. It seems to Lexa like whatever this shit is could’ve started years earlier, when she at least had the excuse of being newly hormonal.Or:  The High School AU where Lexa finds herself in the improbable and unenviable position of having absolutely no clue and no cool. Clarke isn't helping. E, 18487 words, in progress. Your Eyes Are as Blue as the Ocean (And I'm Lost at Sea) by knich94 Clarke is on spring break in Polis, a small town on the Florida Gulf Coast known more for its wealthy, elderly population than for its beach parties. Lexa, a biologist at the local aquarium, is less than thrilled with how the influx of vacationers is going to impact her research on ocean wildlife. Their first meeting is, well, a little ugly. T, 2459 words, in progress. Cloudburst by almostafantasia Cloudburst – an unexpected heavy downpour of rain, usually brief but with devastating consequences. Long awaited sequel to Down Came The Rain. An unconventional friendship blooms into something stronger and Lexa prepares to navigate a web of lies so that her parents will approve of her rebellious new girlfriend. The two girls from opposite ends of the spectrum try to find a middle ground to become an ‘us’ and Lexa puts all of her efforts into trying to give Clarke a better life, only to neglect the storm brewing on the horizon of her own. And then comes the cloudburst… M, 9440 words, in progress. Let Me See Your Birthday Suit by potatogestapo It's Lexa's birthday, and Clarke can't seem to keep her hands to herself. E, 4569 words, complete. Nothing More Owed by eris223 After years and years on the ground, Clarke knows it's time.
Or my version of the perfect ending to the series as it stands. NR, 1303 words, complete. Moonlight by Clexaprecious Clarke is a famous celebrity who visits her friend Raven and they order a pizza and Clarke forgets she’s famous for a minute and answers the door and the pizza girl (Lexa) almost has a heart attack. M, 3226 words, complete. Falling by RiverTalesien Clarke and her BFF Raven take a nostalgia-fueled trip to Christmasy Sky Lodge for a little skiing, a little relaxation and the occasional snowy mishap. Fortunately for Clarke's sometimes clumsy self, there is a gorgeous Search and Rescue volunteer always around - but she has no idea how close they might be getting, thanks to some serious winter weather. M, 3013 words, in progress. The Girlfriend Trap by eternaleponine Clarke gets caught sketching a pretty girl in a coffee shop. The girl introduces herself as Lexa. Why, then, does Lexa not seem to recognize Clarke when she shows up for what she thought was their first date? M, 5327 words, complete.

My Destiny in a Green Flannel Shirt by mswarrior Lexa is a lumberjack on winter break when a new omega moves into her town. This is a different trope, where Clarke is unknown by the familiar characters in this story. E, 3397 words, in progress.

The Next Shore by Es0terica "In peace, may you leave this shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey on the ground. May we meet again." There's no perfect way to handle the apocalypse. Elyza Lex, badass zombie-killer, has given little thought to romance since the beginning of the apocalypse. Now, faced with guiding a lonely city girl through her darkest days, she must navigate her new feelings for her while also hiding her darkest secrets. T, 2533 words, in progress.

Into the Wild Blue by DreamsAreMyWords Lexa works at her aunt's ranch every summer and has a simple job: watch the house. Then Clarke Griffin, a spoiled rich girl, drives her car straight into that house. Now Clarke has to work at the ranch to pay off her debt, and they both spend far too much time bickering to cover up the fact that they can’t take their eyes off each other. Meet ugly au where Clarke quite literally crashes into Lexa's life. T, 35280 words, complete.

Wait No More by femininenachos Grumpy ball of rage Clarke Griffin has a bone to pick with the Commander, because they haven’t been, well, boning… (Post 307). 3000 words, complete.

put down your sword & crown (come lay with me on the ground) by possibilist Clarke rly wants lexa to rETIRE partially bc her wife is hurt & stubborn abt it. also they have a baby. its soft & theres not a lot of plot. G, 1906 words, complete.

where the days have no numbers (to slow among roses, or stay behind) by possibilist An equally cute continuation of 'put down your sword': lexa’s hip gets better n they go on VACAY! G, 2293 words, complete.

Sweety Tweety by dreamsaremywords Lexa never invites anyone over to her house because she has a pet parrot with a filthy mouth. Short one-shot.

Sweety Tweety part 2 by dreamsaremywords Abby has yet to visit the place her daughter lives and insists on coming over for dinner. Clarke and Lexa only agree because Anya and Raven are supposed to babysit their rude bird. Anya bails and Clarke and Lexa have to somehow make it through dinner with Abby without their pet bird traumatizing her with details about their sex life. Short one-shot.

Familiar, and Yours by theproseofnight Lexa sees her every Wednesday and Sunday. Same seat, same hot chocolate. Same beautiful blue eyes. They’ve never met before. But it feels like they have. Something so familiar about her. Or: An elaborate excuse to rewrite the traveller’s passage as something more hopeful, in honour of Lexa and the two year anniversary. My homage to Clarke and Lexa, and the persistence of love. M, 9675 words, complete.

Art:

Day 1- Meet Ugly

Clexaweek2018 by clexabrasil

Happy Clexaweek2018 by dreamsaremywords

Flower truck vs bike by elphnow

Pizza by whynotusesarcasm

"You're the one" by disneydatass

Library au by didiefs-world

Into the Wild Blue by dreamsaremywords

Meet Ugly by theclosetcase

Laundry by thedenouement

Day 1 by sabrinushka

HS au by waitingforshow

Let me make it up to you by almostafantasia

0300 by bottom-lexa

Pool by lecrumble

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself by jayenator565

Day 2- Constantly Mistaken For A Couple

Day 2 by quitensmile Batman & Robin by sabrinushka Friends don't look at each other like that by theclosetcase Pirouette by kokkoro Clarke & Raven by reallygroovyninja

The world's tiniest wingman Day 2 by didiefs-world Ice Cream & Donuts by dreamsaremywords Day 2 by morningsound15 Day 2 by elphnow

Day 3- At Work

At Work by reallygroovyninja Lunch Date by theclosetcase

At Work by didiefs-world

Day 3 by quitensmile At Work by thecrimsonknight At Work by sabrinushka At Work by elphnow

At Work by morningsound15 The True Ninja Doesn't Make a Splash at All by barbieliberationarmy

Day 4- Accidental Stimulation

Cuntribution by gramjams Accidental Stimulation by morningsound15 Downward Facing Dog by almostafantasia Day 4 by Sabrinushka Polis Tattoo by thessclexa Grand Slam Thank You, Ma'am by femininenachos "It's a giant clam" by wanderclexa Your Body is  a Wonderland by reallygroovyninja Accidental Stimulation by elphnow Crossing the Line by sheisme; moodboards by didiefs-world

Day 5- Rivals in a Secret Relationship

Xexa and Callisto by swan-heda Debs au by sabrinushka Alias by didiefs-world Red, White, and Blue in the Skies Rivals in a Secret Relationship by morningsound15 100m freestyle by quitensmile Rivals in a Secret Relationship by thecrimsonknight Life's incredible again by almostafantasia Rivals by alphacommander Of Bad Flirting and Silly Rivalries by gothamsgirlgang It all started with a junior surfing competition and a drop in on a wave by reallygroovyninja Rivals in a secret relationship by disneydatass Rivals in a Secret Relationship by elphnow Soccer Rivals by bottom-lexa Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies by barbieliberationarmy

Day 6- Famous

Griffin-Woods TIME by sabrinusha (Why We Wear) Black by thedenouement Everything feels like a tragedy by Kokkoro Famous by morningsound15 Famous by reallygroovyninja Famous by quitensmile Famous by elphnow Player 2 Has Entered The Game by gothamsgirlgang She's the Wan! by thecrimsonknight Skin to Win by barbieliberationarmy The Sex Tape by dieiefs-world Famous by disneydatass

Good Look For You by femininenachos

Day 7- Free Day

May We Meet Again, Outside of Space and Time by queersk

Horizon Zero Dawn AU by elphnow

Candlelight by lecrumble Marriage by morningsound15 Free Day by thecrimsonknight Route 66 Road Trip by reallygroovyninja

These Fingertips are Yearning by anonbemetoo

The Bucket LIst by thedenouement

Free Day by didiefs-world

Free Day by swan-heda

Free Day by tabatharich

My Destiny in a Green Flannel Shirt by mswarrior

A Disturbance in the Heda Force by clexstar

Falling by rivertalesien

Wait No More by femininenachos

Lexa’s mask + flowers by clarkspastlife

To help us grow by onemilliongoldstars

Clexa family by clexa-mafia

A crown seldom enjoyed by onemilliongoldstars

Ste Yuj by ichi-nuke

Sweety Tweety by dreamsaremywords

Sweety Tweety part 2 by dreamsaremywords

Clexaweek2018 Tattoo by dreamsaremywords Lexa Toasts to Clexaweek by sabrinushka

Happy Clexaweek2018 2 by dreamsaremywords

Fan playlist:

Clexa playlist by paththroughmirkwood

- Spotify

- Youtube

Fan film:

REAL by realshortfilm

#Clexa #Clexaweek2018 #Clexaweek2018 masterlist #Clexa fic #Clexa art #Clexa film #Clexa playlist #Clexa content #Clarke x Lexa #Clarklexa #Clarke/Lexa #Lexa #Commander Lexa #Lexa lives on #Lexa forever #Lexa deserved better #Heda #Leksa #Heda Leksa #Commander Leksa #Clarke Griffin #Lexa dee

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So guess who accidentally started a companion fic to a oneshot that accidentally grew into a six chapter fic? *fingerguns*

Compilations will be a series of “short” drabbles from Data Roxas’ point of view during the fic Defragmentation. I’ll be posting them here as I write them, and as soon as they’re all done, I’ll post them in order on AO3. You can read the first snippet I wrote for Comp here.

Please note: While Defrag is a t-rated gen fic, Comp is AkuRoku with a side of SoRiku and most definitely not E for Everyone. ;P

He’s cold.

Cold, and wet, and he’s laying on something hard, although he managed to cocoon himself in a fluffy blanket somewhere along the way. He must’ve fallen asleep on the roof again, watching for a late summer meteor shower, one of the only good things about summer vacation ending, and it must’ve rained in the night, but then he went …. downstairs into his room…. to grab his comforter…? Before… coming back…? Out to the wet roof to sleep?

That doesn’t make any sense, and besides, it doesn’t smell like the town after a rainstorm. It smells slightly acrid, almost like disinfectant, and the liquid he feels on his skin has an oily, almost soapy feel to it. And even without opening his eyes he can tell that he’s naked under the blanket, and that’s definitely not normal and completely kills the ‘sleeping on the roof’ theory.

On top of that, he’s got a splitting headache and his tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth and it tastes like he’s been licking salt. The room is humming, and now that he’s thinking about it, although his body is cold his hands are warm and tingling, almost like someone’s been sitting beside him and holding his hand while he slept.

Has he been sleeping? He tries to think of the last thing he can remember, but his brain is too fuzzy and hurts too much to come up with any distinct memories. He knows, vaguely, that it’s the end of summer-- he’s got homework that he’s procrastinated on long enough that they’re all gonna have to work together to get it done-- and he’s been trying to enjoy every last minute of it. Had he gotten sick? Was he in a hospital? That would explain the smells and the sound of humming machinery, but not the wet slime, or the hand-holding feeling.

The only way he can figure it out is if he opens his eyes, but the light is blinding and it burns, sending a wave of pain rolling through his body that he can feel in his bones. He can’t hold back the moan as the aches begin to set in, but before his eyes can adjust to the bright light he’s being hauled up into a sitting position and crushed against a very solid, very warm chest.

“You’re finally awake,” rumbles a voice from within that chest, and it’s even warmer than the heat coming off the guy’s skin.

He bites back nausea from the sudden movement, but he’s still cold so Roxas leans into his new best friend, leaning into the almost burning touch. But the contact is brief and the guy pulls away, helping him sit up and wrap the blanket even closer around himself. The light doesn’t hurt quite so much now, and as the sickening roll of his stomach starts to fade his vision clears a bit and he’s able to get a good look at the person who grips his hand like he’s going to float away.

It’s a guy. It’s a guy with ridiculously spiky bright red hair and a grin stretching from ear to ear, as though seeing Roxas awake has given him a new lease on life.

Roxas has no idea who he is.

Roxas squints at him, trying to remember if he’s ever seen him before. Maybe he’s a doctor? Or maybe he’d seen him around town when he hung out with the gang. He looks vaguely familiar, but Roxas already knows that if he’d met him before, he’d remember him. Even sitting he’s looking down at him, which means he’d probably tower over Roxas if they stood side by side.

And his face, he’s…. Roxas hesitates at saying ‘pretty’, but the guy’s face is elegant with a long, delicate nose and intense green eyes that contrast against the stark bright red of his hair. He looks like he’s probably all sharp angles, too, with those high cheekbones and pointy chin, except that everything is softened by that smile. He’s looking at Roxas like he’s the most important person in the universe, and Roxas flushes a little under the intensity of that gaze. The guy’s focus on Roxas is also kinda intimidating, like he asked a question and everything depends on Roxas’ response.

“How are you feeling?”

Roxas is spared having to respond when someone else interrupts, and he shifts to look at the other speaker. Another unfamiliar face, although something about this guy sets his teeth on edge, although the guy pouring heat into his hand gives it a reassuring squeeze. Then he notices even more movement and he realizes that Mr. Dark & Broody and Mr. Radiator aren’t the only people in the room. There are… a lot of people.

He looks around all the unfamiliar faces, and lands back on Mr. Radiator, the one who’s happiest to see him. He’s still holding Roxas’ hand, although Roxas still hasn’t been able to figure out how they know each other. He looks down at it, briefly, then looks into the guy’s face again.

“Who…?” he starts, and then he catches sight of some familiar faces at last and relief floods his system. He lets go of the guy’s hand to tug up the blanket, even as he tries to figure out how to get off the table without bumping into anyone.

“Hayner! Pence! Olette!”

Another vaguely familiar guy prevents him from falling over when he moves too quickly, and then it’s yet another guy who starts asking him questions about how he’s feeling, and can he tell him how many fingers he’s holding up. The young guy is the doctor, then, but it doesn’t matter because the gang is here and they’re smiling at him, so whatever happened must’ve been awful. He’s gonna have to buy them ice cream for a week to make up for it, whatever it is.

“Hey Roxas,” Hayner greets him, and Roxas holds out his hand to do their secret shake, but Hayner flubs it less than two moves in. Olette smiles but doesn’t quite look at him, and he tugs up the blanket further, feeling a flush crawl across his skin. More than anything, he really wishes he had a shirt or something.

Then the doctor guy orders him to look into his pen light for a minute. Roxas is still blinking away spots when Mr. Radiator jumps to his feet, startling Roxas out of the surreal daze he’d fallen into.

“You’re telling me that after everything we went through, everything I fought for, I died for, you weren’t able to save my best friend?”

Roxas shivers a bit at the cold in the guy’s voice, a complete change from his bedside manner only a few minutes ago. He doesn’t know why but his heart begins to race, but whether it’s fear or something else he can’t tell, and he doesn’t get a chance to process it because the familiar looking guy with brown hair stands up too, hands on hips.

“He’s still Roxas, Axel,” the guy says, although he takes a step back at the look ‘Axel’ gives him. Roxas would, too, if all that anger was focused on him.

“This thing is not Roxas!” hisses Axel, and he’s pointing at Roxas. “This is just a… copy! A stupid, useless puppet that has the gall to wear Roxas’ face without having any of Roxas inside it! It’s just worthless data!”

Roxas shrinks back on the table, pulling the blanket closer around himself as if that could ward off the guy’s strange and hurtful words. His head still aches, he’s wet and he feels weird and dizzy, and the guy who was so gentle and warm at first has chilled to a cutting edge.

Hayner, Pence, and Olette shift so that they’re standing in front of him, forming a physical barrier between Roxas and Axel, which gives him enough space to suck in a breath and try to calm his racing heart. He feels dazed, like he’s been skateboarding and the board was yanked out from under him, and there’s a slight ringing in his ears as he feels his blood pressure rise.

Then a bundle of something soft is pushed into his arms, and it’s the doctor handing him what looks to be a bundle of clothes. They’re not his clothes, he doesn’t own anything in these colors, but it’s enough to ground him, and he focuses on Axel since he’s the one drawing the most attention to himself.

“I don’t understand,” Roxas says at last, knowing that he’s missing something important, feeling a need to say something but not knowing what it is he’s supposed to say, or even who to say it to. His head hurts and the noise is only making it worse, and his heart’s racing like he’s been running for miles, but he just doesn’t understand what’s going on and nothing is making any sense.

If he did something to make Axel angry, to hurt Axel’s best friend, it would make sense that he was angry with Roxas. But it doesn’t match up to the relieved smile he’d given Roxas when he first woke up, and besides Roxas doesn’t know this guy or his best friend, he doesn’t even know how he got here.

He waits for Axel to say something, to explain, to help Roxas understand what is going on. But  Axel doesn’t even look at him, he just turns around and walks up the stairs and out of the room, ignoring the irritated complaints from the others. The girl he’d been standing with just looks sad, but Roxas is shielded from the rest of it when Pence steps up and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t pay attention to him, man, he’ll get over it.” He grins down at Roxas, then gestures to the room at large. “We’ve got a lot to catch you up on, but why don’t we start with getting you dressed? Don’t worry, it’ll just be me and Hayner.”

Relief floods through him again, and he gives his friend a grateful smile. “Yeah,” he says, but he can’t help looking over at the place where Axel stormed out. He can feel the prick of tears at the corners of his eyes, and when people pretend not to notice, he’s grateful.

He’s grateful that it’s his two friends who help him upstairs into one of the rooms. That they let him shower and change in private, even though they’re standing guard outside of the door. That they’re there, sitting right next to him as the familiar boy who introduces himself as “Sora” sits down across from him and begins to explain. That after, they don’t say anything about how he reacts, or hold what he says in the heat of the moment against him. That they’re still there, after all that, and they don’t expect him to say or do anything except to think about what they’ve said.

In fact, the only thing they ask before they give him some space is if they can get him anything to make him more comfortable. He’s grateful that they don’t ask him how he feels.

He’s cold.

#Defragmentation #Compilations #my fics #KH fics #Data Roxas #Lea #Twilight Town #Axel #Roxas

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All the fics I read in...April!

I definitely didn’t realize how much I read this month, despite being out of town 3 out of the 4 weekends. What can you say? I always make room for fic. Hope you enjoy! I really loved the new ones that came out this month! -a

A/B/O ‘Verse by sarcasticfluentry (Tumblr)

you burn with the brightest flame

first time catching fire

river flows in you

one day

your hand in mine 

bite me II by happilylarry

Part 2 of bite me series

Be My Little Good Luck Charm by 100percentsassy (Tumblr)

In which Harry is a promising amateur golfer making his debut at the PGA Championship, and Louis is a Sky Sports anchor who would really rather be commentating on footie.

The other boys are around too: caddy!Niall provides victory pints, Liam is Louis's Very Serious co-anchor, and poor Zayn just gets his face drawn on.

Before They Turn The Lights Out by lizzieemariee

Harry feels like he’s absolutely gagging for it and that’s probably because he is, he needs Louis, needs to fuck him, and soon.

both your hands in the holes of my sweater by hilourry

Part 2 of football/designer Series

After ten years together, Harry gets injured on the football field, forcing him to retire, and Louis and their kids are there to help him out.

bulan dipagari bintang by snsk

right now this is his pack, the vampire harry's burning his scent into, murmuring nonsensities about the stars and their stories.

// or: harry is sixteen when he comes into his werewolf form. louis is terribly, wonderfully ageless, and still, always a vampire.

By Your Side (That’s Where I Have To Be) by LithiumCrystal (Tumblr)

“What is it like then, Louis?’ Harry asks, voice quiet and eyes dark “why’d you come to tell me?” It’s a good question. Louis’s not even sure what he’s feeling, really. The man who gave him half his genetic coding is brain-dead on a slab somewhere and he’s standing in his… In Harry’s hotel room with no idea what he’s supposed to be thinking or doing.

Or, in which Louis's bio-dad dies suddenly and Louis and Harry have a lot of baggage.

Call Me Shallow But I’m Only Getting Deeper by Lis (domesticaharry)

Harry gripped the back of Louis’ chair and rested his left hand against the table’s surface. He slowly arched his back and let his lips hover just above the shell of Louis’ ear. Louis instantly reacted to Harry’s change of demeanor, his shoulders subconsciously pulling back. A smirk twitched the corner of his mouth when Louis’ thighs slightly parted.

“You want to keep acting like some bratty princess?” Harry quietly asked, lowering the tone of his voice. He slipped his hand from the back of Louis’ chair and clasped it around the nape of Louis’ neck. “Fine,” Harry gently squeezed, “That’s exactly how I’ll treat you, Baby.”

OR

The one where Louis is a brat so Harry spanks him with a riding crop.

Change In Pressure by LithiumCrystal (Tumblr)

It’s been over a week since they’ve had sex and maybe Louis is kind of fucked up for latching onto that right after a big fight and nearly dying, but he’s never been particularly good at thinking the right thing with Harry this close to him...

Louis and Harry argue. Louis and Harry also fuck on the stage. Somehow it manages to be kind of romantic.

come away with me Series by suspendrs (Tumblr)

come away with me

in the night

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First Dates by taggiecb

Harry and Louis meet for the first time on a reality dating show called First Dates. It doesn't exactly go as either of them had hoped.

Gazed by justgotowisharder

“Open your eyes, Louis,” Harry asked softly. “I can’t,” Louis said. “I’m so sorry. I can’t risk your life, I don't want to hurt you.” “Lou, please.” “I can’t. You’ll never meet my eyes, Harry. Never.”

(Or the one where Louis Tomlinson is cursed and he can’t look anyone in the eyes, and Harry is just Harry, too curious to avoid wondering why Louis always wears sunglasses)

How Much For A Dozen and You? by SS98

Harry parts his lips with words at the tip of his tongue. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat and fights with himself mentally on what to say next. “Do you…- Do you like Italian food?”

“I haven’t really eaten much of it.” Louis admits, clearing his throat. “W-Why do you ask?”

The question seems to catch Harry off-guard even though he opened up this path of conversation. In addition, everyone seated around them seems drawn to their awkward communication; even the ladies who conduct the actual baking in the kitchen are peeking through a slot in the wall.

“Well, would you be open to being convinced?” Harry asks, wincing when he clumsily steps around the table and ends up kicking it an inch to the left.

Or, Louis works in a bakery and Harry doesn't. They fall in love through a series of awkward events.

I’ll Be There by allwaswell16 (Tumblr)

Louis is less than thrilled to find out his roommate has coerced his nemesis to check on him whilst he's sick in bed. However, Harry seems to take great pleasure in taking care of Louis. Maybe this green smoothie drinking, hot yoga instructing, hair in a bun wearing, pretentious art history studying wanker isn’t so bad after all.

On Monday, Louis thinks Harry's a twat. By Friday, he's thinking of reasons for him to stay.

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Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

If I Was Your Vampire by highlinson

His neck was exposed, and it was pretty clear Louis was waiting for Harry to claim the naked skin as his. When there was no reaction, however, Louis opened his eyes and looked up at Harry from a somewhat awkward angle. The wide, downright hungry stare he was receiving from Harry who seemed like he was in an entire other universe kind of scared him, and when he didn’t see Harry blink for several following seconds but his tongue continued to wet his lips, Louis, now growing afraid, asked, “Harry? Are – are you okay?”

Just another Vampire AU

if my heart was a compass, you’d be north by cheekiestcheeky (Tumblr), heartsoftlouis (Tumblr)

All Louis really cares about is his skateboard, tattoos, football, and his family. He has a job that he (mostly) loves and a (small) handful of good friends, and at 24 he is pretty content with his life... until he nearly crashes into a boy with wild curls and cratered dimples, he begins to think maybe he's been missing something he never knew was missing. That missing piece is apparently big enough for two.

[Or the one where punk Louis likes to think he’s not clumsy, but he suspects he’ll have to accept it when he falls face first into a relationship with a head full of curls and his tiny human.]

kings of the castle by eversincewefellapart

harry is the son of architects who bet on horse races and louis is the prettiest jockey he might've ever seen in all his betting years.

As soon as they get into the car, Louis’ stumbling over the armrest of his seat and pressing his lips to Harry’s jaw. Harry presses the key into the ignition to start the car up and let it warm before turning his head more accurately and attaching their lips. Louis tastes like chocolate and sugar and strawberry ice cream and rain and everything Harry’s ever fucking wanted.

Kiss me on the Mouth and Set me Free (but please don’t be bite) by seducedbycurls

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

"...Louis wanted him so badly. Wanted Harry to pick him up, bite him, and break him. Make Louis his, make Louis cry, make Louis a beautiful, plump, pregnant omega..."

Know It All by kikikryslee (Tumblr, Twitter)

“Are you watching Jeopardy?” Niall asked. “Shhhh!” Louis hissed. “Niall, come on. I just missed the question.” “Since when do you watch Jeopardy? Is this about the guy from trivia? What do you call him? T-Shirt?” “V-Neck,” Louis corrected. “Oh, right. V-Neck. Is this about him?” “No.” “You’re a terrible liar. You know that trivia is supposed to be fun, right?” “I am having fun! Now leave me alone! I need to learn more about the people who signed the Declaration of Independence.” --- Or, the one where Louis just wants to win Trivia Night so he can get some free food, but he can't because a certain guy with fluffy hair takes home the prize every week - except for one.

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Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

Like Me by Star55 (Tumblr, Twitter)

Part 14 of Shades of Pink (Crazy in Love) Series

“Alright,” Jennifer nods. “It’s gonna hurt.” “I can take it,” Harry replies.

A Shades of Pink story where Harry gets her first tattoo and realises that it turns her on more than she ever would have realised.

Louis by jacinth (Tumblr)

After five years as a personal assistant to the man he's secretly in love with, Louis is prepared for just about everything... except a cup of coffee and a marriage proposal.

my sins i’ll claim, i’m not immune to shame by jaerie

It's been two years since their break up and Harry still hasn't been able to completely move past the day that things ended between them. When he gets a chance at a big fat "I told you so", his reaction isn't exactly what he expects. He finds himself hard from some inappropriate thoughts and, well, sometimes even the best of us succumb to the darkest emotions.

Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

Night Changes by colourexplosion (Tumblr)

Harry slips and nearly knocks his head on the tile wall. The bottles of shampoo and bodywash that line the shower tumble down as he catches himself, one of them managing to land right on the top of his foot. Fuck, that hurt.

Fuck, he loves Louis.

Wait, of course he loves Louis. What’s not to love? He’s kind and he’s funny and he’s patient with Harry always and he’s always been there when Harry needed him. Well, not tonight, but Harry hadn’t specifically said to him that he needed him and whatever — okay. Of course he loves Louis. That doesn’t mean he’s in love with Louis.

But I am in love with Louis, he thinks, and curses as his shampoo runs into his eyes.

Or, Louis and Harry are soulmates. (With a twist.)

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nothing else but us right here by supernope (Tumblr)

Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.

Open Your Eyes And See The Way Our Horizons Meet by highlinson

Louis takes a deep breath and tries to calm his beating heart, and get rid of the, to be honest, pretty slim chance that he’s either getting raped or kidnapped tonight. He is snapped out of his thoughts as a huge hand is held out in front of his face, and he quickly gets up and shakes it.

“Nice to meet you, Louis”, Harry says, and Louis has to admit that his voice is pretty attractive in its slow drawl that rolls like melting chocolate over his words.

// Or, Louis is 18, and Harry is 31. Featuring Liam as the worrying best friend, lots of kisses, a little bit of angst and a fair share of buttsex action.

Our blood is boiling by twinks

“I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”

“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”

Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this?

[Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.]

Our Hearts Burn So Bright by SS98

Part 1 of Burning. Series

“Well, well, well.” The monotonous beckoning was accompanied by a clicking heel of undoubtedly ridiculous leather boots. Louis was putting his away his textbooks in exchange for his sketchpad in this ominous section of the school hallway until the voice of someone who drove unsettling chills down his spine interrupted him. “If it isn’t the fairest princess this old fuckin’ town ever did see.”

Around this moment the sound of others followed the first and Louis released a tired sigh, slamming his locker door shut. He remembers the first time this estranged other cornered him and seemed to preen at the sight of Louis’ fear, when the psychopath became known as Harry Styles. Laughter used to follow any odd comment until Harry put a stop to it; none but he was entitled to the privilege of passing a remark towards Louis.

“And the outlaw who defiled him.” Louis was ready when Harry turned him around, pressing the former’s back against the steel lockers with a smug grin.

Pour Yourself Over Me (Until There’s Nothing Left To See) by patdkitten

Louis receives a strange invitation to a masquerade ball from a stranger who offers to pay for everything.

rather be sad with you (than anywhere away from you) by ohsailor (Tumblr)

A Unversity AU where Louis battles his mental health while struggling to become the lawyer his family hopes he will, pre-med Harry gets three new roommates, Niall loves dentistry, and Liam is a future aerospace engineer. Featuring: long-haired Harry AND Louis, lots of rom-com lad nights, and matching Fleetwood Mac tattoos.

So Baby Say You’ll Always Keep Me by EmmyLouWho

Today, Harry was baking triple-chocolate brownies, because they were his husband’s favourite. It was an old family recipe, one Harry had made dozens of times before, and it was always a crowd pleaser. He measured out the chocolate into his bowl with even more care than usual, because he needed these brownies to be perfect. He needed them to be so amazing that maybe they would give Louis reason to pause when he came home tonight and inevitably demanded a divorce when he found out the awful thing that Harry had done. Although, he thought, that did seem like a lot to ask from a brownie, even a really delicious triple-chocolate one.

Or: Harry stress-bakes. Louis loves him.

So Much We Didn’t Say by whyidontknow1

Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

Take A Bite Outta Me by LithiumCrystal (Tumblr)

Louis truly resents the implication that he is basically Harry’s own version of Bella goddamn Swan, because seriously, no. Just no. But the issue is that even this stupid Meyeresque revelation has done absolutely nothing to dampen his attraction to this weirdly charming vampire man who dresses in 8000 pound coats and hangs around in dilapidated buildings with his merry band of ethical bloodsuckers.

Louis is a slightly inept vampire hunter. Harry is a slightly unique vampire. They meet.

Taken Over By The Feeling by whyidontknow1

After almost a year of increasingly troubling behavior, Louis agrees to let his sister live with him. It's a last resort before more drastic measures are taken by their mom.

Harry Styles runs Given A Chance, a program for troubled and disadvantaged teens out of the bakery he owns. He offers the kids in his program what he believes they need to start on a different and better path for their lives.

Louis learns all too quickly that Harry's goodwill does not extend to him. Only because he happens to remind Harry of an ex he'd rather forget. It's not the smoothest of beginnings, but in the end Louis' own issues might be the real problem.

these sweet thoughts by adelagia (Tumblr)

When Louis has the worst day of his life, it's only because Harry hasn't accidentally walked into it yet.

Featuring Louis as Ariel in a production of The Tempest, Harry as a happily overworked pastry chef, Niall their cheerleader, Zayn their less vocal but equally enthusiastic cheerleader, Kinder Surprises, stiff peaks, and someone getting punched by mistake.

Tugging On My Heartstrings by FallingLikeThis (Zayniam) (Tumblr)

“Almost there, babe,” he reminds Louis as they get ever closer. He sees Louis’ leg start moving faster out of the corner of his eye and bites down on a smile. It’s cute that Louis’ so anxious to get there, sort of makes Harry’s heart flutter happily.

When they finally pull into the drive, Louis barely lets the car stop before he’s throwing open his door and speed-walking to the house in front of them.

The door opens right when Harry reaches the front steps, just in time to see it all go down. He sees Niall’s knowing grin just before there’s a happy squeal and a little bundle of limbs and energy tosses itself at Louis.

“Uncle Louis!” Niall’s son cries as he buries his face in Louis’ neck.

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Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

The Undesignated by CrazyLaughter

Moon Styles always knew that her father and three others were in band together called 'One Direction'. What she didn't know was that, in fact that the band had five members and the fifth unnamed member other than Harry- is her undesignated father.

There's nothing more dangerous than a curious little girl.

Where Your Heart Is by antihetharry (Tumblr), tvshows_addict (Tumblr)

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam-- his entirely too chipper step brother-- or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books -- No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be-- The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

Wherever I Go (I Go With You) by phdmama (Tumblr) 

Harry reaches out and pats Louis. Sometimes, late at night, lying next to his husband of twenty years, he can’t help but feel a little lonely. It’s a good life they’ve built for themselves, he reminds himself, an incredible life. They’re both blessed to be working in their fields, they’ve got three amazing kids, they’re both still healthy and active with very little lower back pain, but late at night, deep in the dark, a still, small voice from somewhere inside of Harry wonders if this is really as good as it gets. But then, the fates conspire in Harry's favor, and provide him with the perfect opportunity to help Louis and him get their groove back. Copley Square is never going to know what hit it.

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Part of the 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Fic Challenge

#Larry Stylinson #Harry Styles #Louis Tomlinson #fic rec #larry fic rec #ao3 #thelarryrec #Apr 2017

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tw: vomiting, insomnia, anxiety

trigger description: yechan has trouble sleeping, so does wonsang. yechan thinks about this quite a bit as well as his own relationship with anxiety but in somewhat vague terms

ask: Could I request a sick Wonsang (emeto preferred but whatever you feel) as I haven't read him as a Sickie for a long while. Scenario being where he's not feeling well and wakes up in the middle of the night and Yechan looks after him? By the way your writing is incredible, the glass metaphors in your Jisung fic were incredible and you're a very talented being. <3

(thank you again to this lovely anon because reading this ask even now makes me so happy 🥺)

note: you might notice something new about this fic... it has a title!!! i usually only include titles when i post to ao3 because it is a requirement however i now have an Official Fic Titler!!! so, huge thanks to Madeline for taking the title-writing anxiety off of my shoulders and coming up with a title i can be proud of for once 🥰💛

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sometimes yechan got nervous at night.

he wasn’t sure if he could call it insomnia or if it was even to the point of anxiety. he knew that wonsang had both of those things, and that his own struggles weren’t nearly that bad. still, he felt like he could understand, even if just a little.

sometimes, he thought that having someone to talk to when he couldn’t sleep might make things less painful.

he’d developed a habit of keeping an eye out for the other band members when they couldn’t sleep. sangyeop rarely encountered this issue, but when he did, yechan had learned that he liked to have a beer and just chat in the living room or walk around outside. gwangil usually needed to be distracted, but sometimes he just needed a head massage to help him relax. wonsang usually went to the studio when he couldn’t sleep, which meant that yechan wasn’t really sure what worked best for him.

maybe, he thought, it really was best for wonsang to be left alone.

and yet - when he caught wonsang getting up for a drink at three in the morning, yechan couldn’t just keep quiet. normally, maybe, he would have, but yechan hadn’t been able to sleep either, and wonsang looked even more stressed than usual, though he thought that might have been the lighting - or lack thereof - playing tricks on his eyes.

“wonsangie!” yechan chirped. “can’t sleep?”

“i’m just getting water.” if yechan had to put a word to wonsang’s tone, it would probably be… cold. he frowned. it wasn’t a word he typically associated with the bassist.

“okay, okay,” yechan said, holding his hands up placatingly. “just asking.”

wonsang just grunted. yechan kept his mouth shut. the last thing he wanted was to make things worse, and wonsang didn’t seem interested in talking, so yechan figured he should leave well enough alone.

when yechan woke up two hours later to see wonsang pacing in the kitchen, he decided enough was enough.

“hey, wonsang, are you okay?” yechan spoke quietly, but the other man jumped, placing a hand over his chest and glaring.

“hyung, don’t scare me like that!”

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to!” yechan grimaced. wonsang had a tendency to startle easily, but this was a bit much even for him. “are you alright, though?”

the corners of wonsang’s mouth were pinched, and when yechan looked more closely, he could see sweat beaded on his forehead.

“i’ll be fine, hyung, you don’t need to worry about me. i’m not a child,” wonsang mumbled, words slightly garbled as if he was talking around ice cubes. that happened to yechan, too, when he was exhausted past his breaking point, or extremely stressed.

he changed tactics.

“how’s that new anime you’ve been watching?”

wonsang blinked. “it’s… fine?”

yechan nodded, deliberately acting as if nothing was amiss. “what’s it about again? snowboarding?”

the corner of wonsang’s mouth twitched, a too-tight screw loosening, and quirked upwards. “close! skateboarding, actually, but one of the characters used to be a snowboarder.”

“oh, i see! i saw something about it online. it looks… romantic?”

for a second, wonsang froze, and yechan followed suit, wondering if he’d overstepped some boundary. then wonsang started laughing.

“what? what?” yechan asked, still worried about the younger man but now genuinely confused and intrigued as well.

“it’s… complicated,” wonsang said, and sat down next to yechan on the couch to explain.

the two continued talking for nearly an hour. yechan learned about anime and raccoons (so much about raccoons) and wonsang’s dogs, and wonsang relaxed, absorbed in talking about the things he loved most. it was nice, relaxing for both of them, really, and yechan had started to doze off again when he heard a whimper.

“hyung,” wonsang’s voice, hesitant at first, drifted in to yechan’s half dream. yechan heard a click, and the darkness behind his eyes brightened. a lamp. he groaned, and squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“yechan-hyung.” it was the heady desperation in wonsang’s tone that finally got yechan’s attention.

“wha– huh? wha’s wrong?” he forced his bleary, light-sensitive eyes to focus, and his heart dropped.

wonsang looked miserable.

his normally fluffy hair was plastered, sweaty, on his forehead, and he held a shaky arm in front of his face. his skin was drained of color, except for his cheeks, which were flushed red.

“wonsangie,” yechan said gently, almost pleading, “what happened?”

“i feel sick.” wonsang’s voice was rough, tired, and honest.

“for how long?”

at this, wonsang averted his eyes. “most of the night,” he said quietly. “i just… didn’t want to bother anyone. i thought i could handle it on my own.”

there were tears shining in wonsang’s eyes. yechan reached out and petted wonsang’s head. “why should you handle it on your own?”

wonsang’s stomach made a threatening noise, and he clamped and hand over his mouth, alarmed, before his insides seemed to settle. yechan stood up and offered the younger man his arm.

“come on. up, now.”

wonsang followed suit with reluctance, but little resistance, and they settled in near the toilet.

“go ahead, then. let it out.”

“hyung,” wonsang whined. “i don’t want to.”

“you’ll be fine, wonsangie, come on. be brave.” it was something yechan had said many times before. be brave. the first time must have been during the superband concerts. the expectations had started to get the best of wonsang, especially as the concerts came to a close and everyone prepared to focus on their own groups’ activities. for wonsang, that meant production in addition to unfamiliar performances and promotions. on top of the sadness of saying goodbye to all the friends they’d made, it was a lot to process.

but then, wonsang had been through worse before. he’d started with nothing, once, with no production knowledge and few connections, and he’d built himself up. that had taken courage, yechan had reminded him. so he’d told him to be brave once again, and wonsang had.

he thought maybe wonsang had forgotten, but wonsang’s face shifted into a expression of surprise, and then acceptance, and finally determination. a shudder ran through him, and he leaned forward. at the last second, yechan looked away, but he heard the splash of liquid on liquid, followed by coughing. still looking determinedly at the wall, yechan rubbed a hand up and down wonsang’s back as it rippled with another heave, and then another.

“good boy,” yechan managed to say, keeping a finger under his own nose and a hand over his mouth. as wonsang belched up more vomit, yechan had to repress a gag of his own, but he was determined to see this through. he couldn’t leave wonsang alone.

by the time wonsang’s dry heaves tapered off, both men were exhausted. wonsang was barely responsive, and yechan’s arms shook as he cleaned wonsang’s face before leading him back to the couch. he figured it would be safest for them both to sleep there for the night - or rather, the morning, yechan concluded, noting the sunlight streaming in through the window. he closed the blinds, climbed onto the unoccupied half of the couch, and turned off the lamp, ready to sleep.

“i don’t want to be a burden.” it was so quiet, yechan barely heard wonsnag’s whisper. “that’s… that’s what i was going to say.” yechan blinked, thinking back in a struggle to connect the dots.

why should you handle it on your own?

wonsang continued. “even though you’re squeamish– i mean, you shouldn’t have to–” wonsang stopped momentarily, dipped his head to look for the right words, and then continued. “i shouldn’t have to rely on you for my courage,” he concluded, volume fading as he spoke, as if ashamed of the words as they exited his mouth. yechan frowned.

“you can rely on me for anything,” he said simply. wonsang looked uncertain. “no, really - wonsang, you’re family. that’s the whole point of being a family - we can really on one another. it doesn’t make you a burden to accept help when it’s offered.”

“but what if–” wonsang broke off, and looked to yechan as if for permission. yechan nodded, urging him on. “what if i need more help than i should?”

yechan shook his head. “everyone needs different amounts of help, and different kinds of it. it’s impossible and unnecessary to compare. there are no expectations, and no limits.”

wonsang hummed noncommittally, then yawned. yechan smiled. “wonsangie, go to sleep now. we can talk more when you’re feeling better, but just let me take care of you until then, okay?”

“okay, hyung,” wonsang said, just before drifting off to a restful sleep.

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a very quick reader survey (specific to this fic!) to make me smile and help me plan/get hype for my next fic :)

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#tw anxiety #tw insomnia #tw vomit #tw emeto #lucy sickfic #kpop sickfic #sickfic #kpop emeto #sick wonsang #cho wonsang #shin yechan #lucy #tw throwing up #i am still working on my super long lucy sickfic :') #hopefully i'll finish it before i decide i need to just scrap it and start over lol #[ be brave ]