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Hiii!!! You mentioned in your reblog "jersey boy", while talking about fanfics including mullet Stan and old ford. Can I PLEASE get a link? I need fanfics with them. please. You'll save a life if you do, or if you have any other interesting reccomendaitons [excited][excited][excited]

HOLY shit I have waited for this day for my entire life YES absolutely here are a few I love with my heart and soul, the first one is mullet stan & old ford, the rest are mostly just good fic recs with brief descriptions, title, author, & word count guestimations.

I typically read longer, multi chapter works, but there are a few on here that are one shots, or are so close to being one shots that I consider them that in my head. for the most part (in this fandom at least) I don't read anything that's below 5k unless someone really twists my arm into it, so these are mostly going to be decently large time commitments but very, very good stories.

this is mullet stan & old ford, but also old stan & nearly-paranoid ford pines: (Stan Overboard, itS_JuSt_a_thought, approaching 100k I think?) https://archiveofourown.org/works/59722483/chapters/152329459

sea grunks, absolutely gut wrenching. I've gone back and reread the end a minimum of four times: (Fisherman's Knot, scribefindegil, just over 100k) https://archiveofourown.org/works/6179098/chapters/14157307

gravity falls retelling but the best version of it I've ever seen. this fic is a commitment, but this fic is worth it. it will take up more space in your head than you're likely going to want to give it: (Knowing Me, Knowing You, f_imaginings, hit 1,000,000+ words the day after christmas. I would know, I was there. wonderful little (Big) christmas gift.) https://archiveofourown.org/works/9529949/chapters/21548483

paranoid ford & mullet stan. what could go wrong? (so, so much.): (Monster Hearts, gen_is_gone, 50k~ & there's another part when you finish getting destroyed by this one) https://archiveofourown.org/works/61267219/chapters/156583162

am obligatory jersey boy by fordtato mention: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6885211/chapters/15708244

mullet stan & paranoid ford battling the devil (their communication issuses) this is also the best time loop fic I've ever read, and I read Knowing Me, Knowing You, in a week. that is to say I read a lot and I read often. so to be the best time loop fic I've ever read, is really, really hard feat to accomplish. that being said, this fic did do that so: (Déjà Vu, interlude, I don't remember this one being very long, but it is a gut punch) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27586903/chapters/67484779

actually destructive I'll just let you know that now: (Bait & Switch, underwater_owl, multi chapter, there's a series for it on AO3 with NSFW sections that aren't in the work & an additional part that is in progress) https://archiveofourown.org/works/58728250/chapters/149654767

baby stan twins. they make me want to bawl so hard: (The Effigy and the Inferno, Pokimoko, multi chapter, not super long) https://archiveofourown.org/works/60958624/chapters/155724274

have you ever considered the ship of theseus. what if the ship of theseus was a man. does that idea make you want to hurl? I'm a big fan of when people drive a stake right through the heart of stanford pines. really big fan of that: (To Make This Man of Me, mikripetra, one shot) https://archiveofourown.org/works/62754457

what if the stan twins met in the multiverse and shared a drink? surely that wouldn't hurt. surely not: (What's Almost Familiar, Fangirlwriting, one shot) https://archiveofourown.org/works/58904062

I know a lot of these are not mullet stan & old ford (there's one! please don't kill me! if you know of any others PLEASE let me know I would love to see them.) but these are some of my personal favourites. I'm a sucker for a story with a good sibling dynamic in it, so buckle up, grab your tissues and settle in for probably over a weeks worth of fic recs, if you read anything like I do.

also I am so sorry if I've managed to screw up the formating on this, I am on my phone OR if the captions contain a level of inaccuracy to them, this is a collection I have curated since the start of august and I've never compiled them like this before so I am working on some moderately old memories. forgive me in advance for any errors.

anyway, please take these, share them with your friends, leave the authors a whole hell of a lot of love because they are fantastic and I don't think they'll ever know just how much time I spend thinking about their fics.

This just made me cry dude what ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Did you at least kiss the brick before throwing it at me like that?

Siblings are always like "I can't let him know that I love him!"

And then doing shit like this:

Big things coming soon. (I will finish the art)

Big things coming soon. (If the fish complies)

Go check out the fic! :)

So guess who made a new fic.

As always @fishy-the-trans-boi is the poor old man i exploit for artwork/j splatoon script reads “with a knock at the door”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63628954

This fic is a more serious one than a bag full of fun, or at least i hope it is.

“Sooo..Date me” - a bakukami fic

Hey everyone, here’s another fic, this time a bakukami! I apologize for any grammar mistakes! Hope you enjoy! 

Summary: Bakugo makes a blunt statement and Denki doesn’t know how to respond or why Bakugo would say those words.

“So…date me.”

Denki blinks. He opened his mouth to speak, unable to find any words; he closed it again, unsure how to respond to that blunt statement. It wasn’t as if the curt tone threw him off—that tone was simply Bakugo’s regular voice—but the words themselves that made Denki’s swirling mind freeze and gape at Bakugo. His pencil fell from his grasp, and it rolled across the desk, and it dropped to the ground, a harsh clank against the flooring, it rang in Denki’s ears, breaking the echoing silence.

He stares at Bakugo, and Bakugo begins glaring at him, his lips turned down into a slight frown, almost like a pout, and Denki wants to reach across the desk and touch it and force those pink pouty lips into a smile, or at least the most equivalent version of a Bakugo smile. Either way, Denki wants a Bakugo smile thrown in his direction, whether it was the soft, fond one that plays at the edge of his mouth or the one that curls and his teeth are baring like a tiny chihuahua baring its mouth to a stranger—either one would still make Denki’s heart flutter at sight.

Tilting his head to the side, Denki laughs out his answer awkwardly, “What?”

Bakugo was leaning back in his chair, touching the desk behind him as his eyes flicker over Denki’s face. It shouldn’t be hot, but it is. His top buttons, as always, opened, showing off his glistening skin, and Denki swallows. His fingers twitch against his thighs, wanting nothing more than to run his fingers up Bakugo’s chest, linger against the skin and slowly button the shirt to its proper form. Denki clenches his hand, letting the nails dig into his palms.

His eyes flicker back to Bakugo’s, and he sees a growing, mischievous, cocky, smug smile that has Denki holding back a groan and his nails trying to break the skin. Denki hated how much he found Bakugo Katsuki attractive. He wants to kiss that smirk off his face and leave him breathless the same way Bakugo leaves him.

“I said,” Bakugo pauses, arching an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face that makes Denki’s breath hitch. He lets his chair fall forward with a sudden smack, and he leans across the desk, pushing the abandoned notebook and book across, creating a distance between the two. Red eyes never waver from Denki’s, and from beneath his eyelashes, Bakugo slowly enunciates the next words. “Date. Me.”

Denki stares at Bakugo, ignoring the flutter in his stomach from the way Bakugo’s tongue rolled out the words. The beats between the two and the deep growl he adds to it—it shouldn’t make Denki’s knees and breath quiver, but it does, and Denki’s grateful he’s already sitting down. The thumping of his heart from feeling the intense look from red eyes that makes his skin tight and burn from its intensity. And, the smirk that makes Denki want to reach over, grab Bakugo by the collar, pull him until their lips meet in a clash.

Denki swallows again and breaks eye contact. “Why…” he clears his throat and tries again, “why would you say that?”

“Didn’t you say that anyone would be lucky to have me?”

“That was weeks ago!” Denki splutters. “I-I obviously said that after y’know,” he flaps his hands, “After you confessed that you never dated anyone and in a moment of bro bonding, I said it to make you feel better, Kacchan.” His hands moved along to his words. Denki’s eyes flicker around the room, trying to avoid Bakugo’s eyes. “And…and why are you even bringing this up? I thought we agreed on what happened during bros nights stays at bros nights. How dare you break the sacred bro code?! An-”

Denki squeaked out the last word as Bakugo’s hands captured his hands, and Denki let the rest of the sentence die on his tongue. His cheeks burned.

“Oi, Dunce face, you’re rambling,” Bakugo let his hands go. “Nearly knocked me over with all those hand movements.” He fell back into his seat. “Date me. It’s as simple as that. You said anyone would be lucky to have you, so it’s your chance to be lucky.” Bakugo rolls his eyes.

“That’s not how it works. You can’t just say something like that out of the blue. You can’t expect me to accept it. Because this has to be a joke.” Denki stares at his fingers, afraid to look at Bakugo because if he does, he knows he’ll start crying.

Because here’s his crush giving him the opportunity to date, and Denki knows it’s all a joke. Almost every time Denki had been asked out was one, and how could this be any different.

He fiddles with his fingers trying to stop the bubbling of tears. He feels a foot press against his, and for some reason, it calms him enough that his leg stops its shaking motion (and if he presses the same amount of pressure back and the other foot tries to find Bakugo’s, well that’s between him, Bakugo and the gods).

“Bakugo, you can’t joke about things like that, especially to me,” Denki mutters.

“Oi! You really think I’m joking about this! Do you really think that low of me?” The foot moves away, and Denki does everything in him to stop his foot from chasing after it, wanting at least that small comfort, that small initiative of physical contact.

“Of course not!” Denki quickly says, a little bit too fast, a little bit too harsh. He throws a glare at Bakugo and he swallows before firmly saying “No, never. I would be a shitty extra if I did think less of you.”

Denki wants to reach over and grab Bakugo’s hands again, but he can’t. He can’t let him know how much he craves the small touches between them and how much he really wants to kiss him until they’re both gasping for air, and and and and how much he loves him.

Maybe love is a strong word to use, but, fuck Denki knows that whatever this feeling is for this pomeranian dog, gremlin of a person is extremely close to love.

“It’s just… it’s just..” Denki trails off, his eyes began to water, and he looked down at his fingers—the skin around his thumbs picked, a small dot of blood spilling across his skin, he pulls it up to his mouth and takes it in, trying to use it as a block to prevent him from saying anything else. Pulling it back out, he smiles at Bakugo and waves his hands as erasing the moments before. “Forget I said anything. But, Kacchan, I can’t date you anyways….”

Denki wonders if Bakugo will believe him about his next words or if Shinsou would mind using him as a deflective tool and avoid exposing his true feelings for Bakugo. He’ll make it up to Shinsou after this is over; maybe he’ll invite Deku along to the plans so the lovebirds could hang out. Yeah, Denki thought, a solid plan, and maybe he’ll manage to leave the outing and go sorrow in his misery and maybe cry over this whole ordeal.

“I’m kinda seeing Shinsou.” Denki breathed out. He fiddled with his fingers, trying to avoid Bakugo’s eyes, anything that would expose him for lying.

“Tch,” Denki’s eyes flickered up to Bakugo, who was watching him behind slitted eyes, and his lips curled into a sneer, “You may want to talk to Eyebags about that. Last time I checked, he and Shitty Deku were dating. Committed.” Bakugo narrowed his eyes at Denki’s groan.

Denki covered his face. Of course, Deku would tell Bakugo about his relationship—Bakugo may adamantly decline his and Deku’s friendship, but it was clear to anyone that the duo patched things over and could hold conversations again, but Denki hadn’t realized how close the pair had gotten.

Of course, now Denki is truly fucked.

Denki peaked between his fingers, and he could see the twitch at the corners of his lips. His lips still curled, baring his teeth, and his eyes narrowed, but Denki was one of the few people who could easily read Bakugo, and his red eyes twinkle with amusement, and Denki wanted to capture that small spark and hold onto it like a small speck of a flame.

“Are you laughing at me, Kacchan?” Denki’s words made Bakugo huff out a laugh, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a suppressed smile. Now, that is something Denki wants to paint across the walls, frame it in a gallery because that soft, shy smile made Denki warm.

It made Bakugo look softer. He is handsome, but once, Bakugo stopped making those forced anger, annoyed expressions—he still looked hot with those looks, but when Bakugo let his face relax into his natural demeanor, it made Denki want nothing more to engrave the image behind his eyelids or tattoo it against his skin—an exaggeration he knows, but goddamn, Bakugo is so fucking handsome that it made Denki go a little insane. His fingers twitched to grab his phone and capture the image, but doing so would kinda expose him—he does manage to capture some of those fond smiles Bakugo tries to hide behind his explosive demeanor, but Denki knows.

“Tch,” Bakugo leans forward, his fingers drumming against the desk, a smirk and mirth dancing in his eyes. “You’re a worse liar than Deku. But, I praise the attempt.” He huffs out.

“Kacchan.” Denki groans. “Can we just pretend none of this happened and go back to studying?”

“And, here, I thought you would want to… I don’t know…do anything but study. That’s the first, Sparky. Full of surprises.” He shakes his head. “But, Dunce face, I do actually mean it. Date me.”

Denki’s eyes roamed over Bakugo’s face, trying to find something that proves that he’s lying or something that’s a joke, anything to avoid getting hurt. But, he knows that Bakugo wouldn’t lie; he’s not someone to lie, whether meaningless or important. Bakugo was blunt as fuck, and he wouldn’t lie––at least that’s what Denki thinks.

“How,” Denki paused. He swallowed before speaking again, his fingers trembling against his thigh and his heart hammering against his chest. Knots forming in his stomach.

“How what? Spit it out.”

“How do I know if you actually do mean it?” Denki yelled out. He pressed his lips together, and he wanted nothing more than to run out of the room and pretend none of this was happening.

That Bakugo isn’t sitting before him with the most handsome face, and kissable lips, and and and….he rather pretend than face this head-on, and he knows that’s the opposite of what Bakugo deserves in a partner, but Denki is someone not worthy to be Bakugo’s partner. Anyone would be a better fit than Denki.

“Tch. Can’t believe I have to spell it out for you, Dunce Face.” But, Bakugo stopped. His eyes flickered over Denki’s face, and Denki knew he saw the unspilled tears building in his eyes and the way his lips began to tremble. Bakugo’s face softened.

“Hey, Denks,” Bakugo whispered. He brushed a finger against Denki’s cheek, and Denki closed his eyes and breathed in. “Can I…Can I kiss you?”

Denki’s eyes flung open. His throat was closing up, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Please, Denki. Can I kiss you?” Denki nodded, fingers gripping his cheeks, forcing him to look upwards into determined red eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.” Denki breathed out.

That’s all it took for Bakugo to sweep in and close the distance between the two. His lips were soft against Denki’s, and it felt amazing. It was softer than Denki originally thought kissing Bakugo would be like. He always imagined it being rough, aggressive, a flurry of explosions. He didn’t expect this softness. This spread of warmth throughout his body and fingers gentle against his skin.

Denki leaned further into the kiss. The desk dug into his stomach, and his fingers gripped against Bakugo’s shirt in a desperate hold. He wanted to close any distance between them. He wants to convey everything he feels for Bakugo in this kiss. He wants him to know that he genuinely cares and loves him. Because this may be the only chance he’ll get to kiss his crush, and he wants to make sure it’s worth the heartache.

Bakugo pulls back and Denki sighs. His eyes flutter open. “Stop thinking. I know you think this is a joke or whatever, but it’s fucking not. Denki Kaminari, I like you. I like the way you push me to be friendly or whatever. And, you bring out a side of me that I never expected. You’re never one to back down on telling me off. You just, fuck, Dunce Face. You gotta trust me, okay. I’m not one that uses words or shit. Just let me prove it to you.” Bakugo leans in and kisses Denki again.

Whispering against his lips, “So, date me, Denki.”

“Katsuki,” Denki breaths out. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good. Maybe you do have a brain in there.”

“Yeah, you think?”

“Yeah, it knows that you’re about to be the luckiest person in the world. Shitty extras are going to be jealous that you’re dating The Bakugo Katsuki.” Bakugo grins.

Denki huffs out a laugh, the edges of his lips twitching into a smile. “Shitty extras don’t know what they’re missing.”

Denki leans in again for another kiss. They continue kissing until they lose their breaths.

Denki may still think he’s not worth being Bakugo’s partner, but he’s sure as hell is going to enjoy being by his side as long as Bakugo wants him to. But that’s for another day to worry about; for now, Denki is enjoying the feel of Bakugo’s soft lips against his.

“I’ll make this feel like Home”-a Dabi x Reader fic

Hey, everyone! This is my first ever piece of Dabi x Reader! Apologies in advance if there’s any grammar mistakes! There’s a slight bnha manga spoiler, so be warned about that! 

Calling out for somebody to hold tonight When you’re lost, I’ll find a way, and I’ll be your light You will never feel like you’re alone I’ll make this feel like home

- “Home” by One Direction 

Dabi’s kissing you along your right collarbone. One hand cupping your breast as it squeezes a bit—not enough to hurt, but just enough pressure that has you sighing from it. And, your eyes flutter close. His other hand hidden between your bodies, trapped from the angle he’s in. Your hands grip the book—the one you were reading before Dabi started slowly tracing a hand up your stomach. His fingers feather-like, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He bites down against the juncture of your shoulder and neck, and squeezes your boob.

Your eyes open from the sensation. You look at him. Blue eyes danced with mirth and he smirked against your skin as he nipped the same spot again. You smack him with the book with a sigh.

Dabi gives you another grin before rolling on top of you. He blows raspberries against your neck and you huff giggles from the sensation. The book slips from your fingers and your hands come up to his hair. You whisper his name.

Dabi pulls up, and looks at you. Your breath hitch from the way his blue eyes shined with something that you rarely see from him.

The blue that meets you is warm like the entire sky decided to make a home in him. Like the peaceful waves from the ocean decided to bottle itself up and live in his eyes. Like…like…like he wanted to be a home for you. And, he was. You wonder if your eyes say the same thing. That this was a home you both built and that you saw the stars and  moon in him. That he meant home. Love.

You lean up and he leans down.

You kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him. Until, all you knew was his breath, his scent and his taste.

He presses against you and you pull him down, trying to close any space between you both, like you wanted to feel nothing but him. But then, he pulls back.

“Let me worship you, my love.” All you could do was nod.

He kisses you again, steady and deep. He nips your lip as he pulls back. Your chest heaves. Your fingers trap between his locks and he smiles. His gentle smile that is reserved just for you. It makes him look younger, boyish, like the past few years stripped away from him. Like the gentle man, you know he can be. It was the smile that made you fall in love with him. You wanted to kiss it. You wanted to catch that smile and keep it safe.

Your fingers fall from his black locks, and you trace the staples along his cheeks. Gentle. Dabi rarely lets you touch his scars, but it seems that tonight he’s allowing it. Allowing himself to be trapped in this cocoon, in this bubble you both created.

Dabi moves his head slightly, kissing the palm of your hand. His stare never wavering from yours. He slowly begins to kiss his way down your arm. Kissing you along your collarbone, nipping at your neck. All you could do is sigh from his touch. He kisses you down your chest. His fingers light as they move, almost like a ghost of a touch that leaves your body begging for more. Dabi kisses you everywhere.

When he gets to your stomach, your breath hitch. You feel him smile against your skin.

He tongues your belly button. Kissing and licking the scars scattered across your stomach. Slowly nipping his way. He’s far too gentle, but god, you can feel yourself getting wet with each kiss. He starts against your inner thighs. You squirm from the sensation. You wanted more. You needed more.  

Dabi hitches one of your legs up. Hooded eyes with pupils blown. He places it over his shoulder. And, he sends you a smirk that has you melting into the bed.

Dabi’s still looking at you under his eyes. A finger slips into you. Your eyes flutter close, and you let out a breathy moan. His lips continue peppering kisses and bites along your thighs—leaving marks that only you and him will know about. Marks that remember his lips against your skin until he decides to take you again.

His finger languidly pumps in and out. Before you knew it, you had three fingers in you. His tongue pushed in along with his fingers. He licked and sucked and you kept repeating his name like a prayer. One hand clutched the bedsheets and the other his hair.

Your buildup was slow and unexpected. You came from his fingers and mouth. You wanted more. You needed him in you. He continued pumping his fingers, until felt another heat pool in your stomach.

You whispered his name.

Dabi pulled out his fingers.

He kisses you. You plea against his lips. He shushes you between pecks. His fingers brush away the sweaty matted hair, and you look at him and you softly say his name. He kisses you again.

Your fingers in his black locks and you pull him against you.

Please please please.

You felt him push inside you. You gasp. He waits before he continues. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper. His forehead touches yours. You both huff and look into one another’s eyes. You wanted to feel every inch of him. He removes an arm of yours from around his shoulder.

Dabi weaves your fingers together, placing your locked hands next to you. He begins to thrust. Deep, shallow thrusts. Your eyes locked with his. Your tangled hands remain locked and you both give gentle squeezes.

You sing his name between moans. Between him pulling out and slowly thrusting in again. He was taking his time taking you apart. You never felt this much love before. You never thought Dabi would show this side of his, not with everything y’all been through. But, he is. He’s there whispering words of compliments about your body, whispering his devoted love. And, you whisper it back. You cup his cheek and pull him for a kiss. You swallow the moan of your name as he thrusts deeply into you. You feel him fill you up and you come with a strangled moan and a Touya.

Dabi maneuvers you and you’re both sitting on the bed—him still inside you and never breaking the kiss. You moan from the sensation and he swallows that. His arms wrap around your waists, pressing you closer to his body and your arms wrap around his shoulders. His fingers hot against the small of your back, and yours against his nape, twisting strands between each digit.

He begins to thrust up into you. Squelching noises mix in with the moans. You feel some of his cum coming out of you and you feel yourself clench around him.  You wanted to keep every single drop inside of you.

You began to meet his slow thrusts. Moans, huffs of breaths and slaps of skin filled the air.

His finger wipes away the tear that spilled from your eyes, and he kisses you hard.

You breathed out his name as you clenched around him, you came again. Your strangled moan against his neck. You kissed his throat, licking against the edge between his burnt and normal skin, kissing gently at the staples. You wanted him to feel equally as loved as he made you feel.

Dabi pulled you from kissing the mark, and kissed you hard as he thrust one final time and came deep. His fingers pressed against your head. He kissed you as he kept moving until he stopped.

Dabi flopped backwards bringing you along with him. You laid there with your head against his chest. Listening to his heavy breathing and the slowing hum of his heart. You wonder if he can feel your own thumping heart against him. You kiss his chest. You tried to roll off him as you felt his softening dick inside of you. You wrinkle your nose against the sensation, but his arms stopped you. He rolled you both to be side-to-side.

His blue eyes dance over your face. His finger came up to trace against your cheek. Dabi presses his forehead against yours. Eyes peering into yours. He looks scared. He looks vulnerable. He smiles.

“I love you,” he breathes out.

Your breath hitches. You knew that he accepted his love for you. He accepted this version of home. You knew that it took everything in him to say those words. To trust you with his heart, like you trusted him with yours. You knew that you fell hard and fast for Dabi, and you knew he fell the exact same way.

“I love you, too.”

Both of you are smiling against each other’s lips. Knowing that there’s no turning back. That this is home.

Dabi kisses you. And, kisses you. And, kisses you. And kisses you, until you can only taste his name.

hello! i need help in moving to the US! i need to move all my things to another country, set up my office, and pay for some wedding stuff so any amount would be greatly appreciated! 💖 also would help sharing this post around!

if the goal is met on or before September 24th, i will release the Life Mission raph animatic at the end of september instead of october! ✨

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