Yaaay, over a year on this app and here we go lmao, better late than never!!
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Basic info: Casey, she/her, 21, Europe
Languages: apart from english I speak ukrainian, russian and spanish + learning japanese
Hyperfixations: My Hero Academia (esp KiriBaku and TodoDeku), The Karate Kid (1984) (LawRusso), Michael Jackson and 5 Seconds of Summer (band).
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Other fandoms:
• marvel: a fan of pretty much everything up to phase 4, but I'm not really keeping track of current releases. My top heroes are Iron Man, Black Panther, Hawkeye, Loki;
• shameless: Gallavich became the fundament for this blog and dominates my fics collection for now;
• supernatural: it's been a while since I rewatched it, but Destiel was probably one of the first ships that got me into reading fanfiction in the first place;
others: vampire diaries, originals, outer banks, umbrella academy, bbc sherlock, harry potter, Stephen King books, divergent, hunger games, suicide squad, pirates of the caribbean etc...
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Hobbies and generally stuff I'm into:
• drawing: both the classic version of it with paper and pencils as well as digital, which I'm currently trying to perfect;
• fic writing: my ao3 acc. It mainly consists of gallavich stuff, but there are some mha works already and more are definitely coming soon;
• music: mostly pop, but it depends on the day of the week haha, the most listened ones besides 5SOS are ZAYN, Alessia Cara, Billie Eilish, Rihanna, the Weeknd and so on;
I had an honor of being your anonymous gifter and write this College AU for you! You wanted a good one, so my fingers are crossed in hopes that you'll like it✨
(saw a black kitty in your picrew, so let's think it's my lucky sign hehe🐈⬛)
Title: Ninth Life
Rating: Explicit
Word count: brase yourself 22.3k
don't even ask how that happened cuz idk lol
Main Tags: College AU, Different First Meeting, Enemies to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn-ish
Summary:
“What the hell did you get me into, huh?” Ian pounces on Lip.
“Yo,” Lip frowns startled as he sits up, “chill, man, what’s up?”
“He fucking took my baby girl, I’m not gonna chill!”
“Who took what?” Lip’s confusion is obvious and it pisses Ian off even more.
“Some dude with freaky knuckle tats and grumpy demeanor barged in here this morning, said you owed him money for the stuff,” he puts it into air quotes, “and when I said that you weren’t here and I didn’t have any money on me, he said he’d keep my kitten as collateral!”
“Shit, man...” Lip winces. “You named your cat Baby Girl?”
Thank you @gallavichthings for hosting such a fun and interesting event that encourages creativity and interaction! Had so much fun writing it, even though I suck when it comes to deadlines😅 Also, I dipped my toes into creating the cover for it for the first time in my life and it was great😄💫
A whiiile back (a bit longer than a year ago) I thought of a silly little scene that I wanted to include in the fic I wrote for GGE2025, but I couldn't find a place for it in the story, so I decided it would be a follow-up one-shot.
Guess what?
I finally posted it!
You can check it out right here if you wanna catch up with these university lovers and Shadow the Cat 🖤
Katsuki tries not to think too much about the eagerness Kirishima demonstrates during every one of their sports festival rehearsals. Because the thing is... Eager is exactly what Kirishima Eijirou is. And to any untrained eye it would seem that everything is just the way it's supposed to be. But Katsuki knows. Sees right through it.
A smile, a tad too wide. A laugh, a bit too strained. A chuckle, a little too forced. A shaky hand, a distanced look, a wobbly step.
Katsuki doesn't remember the exact moment he became an expert in everything Kirishima, but right now it isn't the point. Right now the only thing that matters is that his best friend is not okay.
Carlos thinks he's on the verge of losing his mind actually. The chain of events he's built mentally looks strange to say the least.
First, he introduces himself to Jannik as a clingy hyperactive constantly blabbing Spaniard. This is enough to say that he had no chances from the very beginning, because look at Jannik Sinner. Mr Always Composed, Sensible, and Focused. Cool as ice.
Second, Carlos realized that he's totally crushing on this not that talkative, shy boy. It hit him suddenly and unexpectedly, his world shifted under his feet and, being a lively and self-confident when it comes to getting on with people, he immediately took the matter in his own hands and started spending as much time beside Jannik as possible.
His affection was pure fuego. Everyone could see it from a mile away, the way his eyes lit up every time the two of them ended up in one space. Carlos is pretty sure that most of the time he looked like an overexcited puppy whenever Jannik Sinner appeared in his field of vision. And, given that the Italian was acting way too serious most of the time, the Spaniard's goal was to make him laugh. As much as possible. And, oh, how happy he felt when little by little, step by step, he noticed that the ice was actually melting. The resistance slowly but surely faded away. Jannik started giving him a tiny smile when nodding to greet the other man, that he started chuckling voicelessly to the jokes Carlos made, and started reaching out to shake his hand more often.
The moment that will forever stay carved into Carlos's mind is the first time he heard the name ‘Carlitos’ roll off Jannik’s tongue.
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Read the full version of this one shot right here <3
The question echoes in Mickey's mind, darting back and forth from one part of his brain to another. The absurdity of it stuns him, confuses his thoughts.
How do I know I love you?
How do I really know?
How do you explain it to a person? What words do you use to describe the way your heart speeds up at the very mention of them? How do you tell them that they were the first person that ever made you feel alive?
Create anything inspired by either prompt (or both!). Post on Tumblr using the hashtag #cwmcc2026 or post in the collection on AO3! See our pinned FAQ post for the link!
Who can join? Any creator of any kind for any fandom or original works that doesn't use AI! (It's so much more than a writing or art challenge! Think: playlists, mood boards, gifs, photography, nature walks, cooking & more!)
thank you @runninonemptyy for tagging me (a week ago, yeah, took me long enough 😅)
i'm not exactly productive this summer, but i've been working on a sickfic for what feels like forever and i wanna share a piece of it!
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Mickey basically curls into a pretzel as he tries to keep himself warm and stop shaking, but so far it's fruitless. His teeth clatter as his body trembles and he squeezes his eyes shut, hoping it will just go away.
Feeling sick is definitely at the top of the shit Mickey doesn't ever want to feel. Mostly because it leaves him feel so pathetic and helpless that he hates everything and everyone. He hates things that surround him and people that talk to him, hates it all and wants everything to disappear so that he could be all alone on this damn planet, suffering in peace and quiet and-
"Mick?" Ian's soft voice interrupts his mental rampage and makes him jerk slightly. "Need you to sit up," he says and Mickey hears a telltale sound of ceramic on wood.
He opens his eyes to see a steaming cup of something. He wants to smell it, but his clogged nose does nothing to help him determine the liquid. Ian's hand on his nape encourages him up and Mickey reluctantly unwraps himself from the blanket to sit up properly. Ian reaches out to rearrange the pillows and blankets for him, of course he does, and Mickey sighs, annoyed and frustrated. He's about to reach for the cup, but Ian is there first, holding it close to Mickey with a quiet, "There you go."
"Not a fucking baby," the man mutters and snatches the beverage from him.
"Not a baby," Ian repeats with a nod. "Just my husband."
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Should I tag someone if I'm this late? Why not, I wanna see more of what ppl are working on, so I'm tagging @mybrainismelted @heymrspatel @greenlittleapple @ensembleetiquette @lanagallavichbrazilian @blue-disco-lights @em-harlsnow 🌿
Midoriya lets himself raise his hand and bring it to Todoroki's face. His fingertips gently land on the reddened patch of skin somewhere around the boy's left temple. He traces a line from there and down to Shouto's chin, then slowly down his pale neck.
The movement makes the other boy stir and he hums absentmindedly in his sleep. Izuku almost stops blinking to catch every single shift on Shouto's face. His mismatched eyelashes flutter and in a few seconds the green eyes are met with blue and grey ones.
"Hi," Izuku whispers, afraid of ruining the tranquil atmosphere around them.
Shouto swallows sleepily and the corners of his mouth lift slightly. The simple movement makes Midoriya's smile grow ten times bigger. His beaming grin is enough to warm up the hearts of both boys.
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Read the full version of this fluffy tddk one-shot right here!
Mickey leans on the chain fence of the school dugouts. A cigarette is dangling in his two fingers as he absentmindedly stares at the starry sky above him.
Every once in a while he glances at the dim screen of his phone to check the time and maybe curse Gallagher just a little bit.
But there is a silver lining to his tardiness as well. The youngest Milkovich boy gets to appreciate the silence of this night. It's 3 am, not a soul outside and not a cloud in the sky.
The dark haired boy lets his vision go blurry, his eyes unfocus when he breathes out a string of grey smoke.
It's so quiet. Both in his mind and around him. He lets his eyes close next time the cigarette is at his lips. It's almost a kind of meditation for him.
"Mick!"
The sound cuts through silence and makes the boy finally open his eyes and look up.
"Fucking finally…" he shakes his head and throws the butt away as the redhead closes the distance between them and presses their lips together. “What took you so long?"
"Had to finish some school work. Got a test coming up. Cannot afford to fail."
"Oh, so you're a nerd now, Red?" Mickey raises his eyebrows with a smirk. The moonlight casts pretty shadows all over Ian's flaming hair and the older boy cannot help but smile even wider. The stars and the moon are the only witnesses of the moment they share and the seclusion of it all makes both of them too impatient, eager for the needed contact.
"Whatever, man," Ian blushes slightly and this fact does not escape Mickey, not when the light is pouring through the fence right on his boyfriend's face. "Sorry I'm late. Just… come here." He pulls the dark haired boy by the collar and their mouths meet halfway.
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trying to get back into writing with the help of @come-what-may-challenge ✨ the prompt was SILVER or SMOKE or both, so here they are!
I was tagged by @kowhaifairy THANKS a lot, it's been ages since I've done any of the tag games🫶🏼
ABO or Soulmates // fake dating or secret dating // fix-it or post-canon // mutual pining or friends-to-lovers // slow burn or angst // smut AND romance (how can I choose, don't make me) // Reality TV au or Porn au //Enemies to lovers or Enemies to friends to lovers // Domestic Fluff or Hurt/Comfort (or BOTH) // Coffee Shop au or College au // one-shot or multi-chapter // Crossover or canon compliant // mpreg or adoption // online romance or workplace romance // single parent au or sports au // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au.
Some of these are too different, but I tried my best to choose!
How about I tag @runninonemptyy @mybrainismelted @gallavich-annise @pillowbee ? Sending y'all some good vibes ✨
You think Lip sometimes looks at Ian and Mickey and just smiles a little to himself because who would’ve seen that coming?
Like, Lip’s always been good with odds and numbers and back in the day, back when they started out a fucking lifetime ago, absolutely nobody would have bet on those two making it in the end.
He had been around back then, on the side lines catching glimpses from time to time. From ‘Mickey’s gay and we’re doing it’ and ‘i know what he felt with me’ to ‘you think i should’ve?’ and ‘because i love him’.
And Lip hesitates in the doorway when he enters the living room for a moment and watches them lie on the couch in front of the TV, wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleepy and content, for once neither bickering nor on the verge of fucking and he thinks that he’s never seen Ian so happy and being himself this much at the same time before.
And maybe he shakes his head when he looks at the man in his brother’s arms because holy fucking shit that’s Mickey Milkovich right there.
That’s ‘someone’s gotta get a beat down’, it’s ‘oh shit is right’, it’s anger issues and russian prostitutes and attempted murder and escaping prison to fucking mexico.
But it’s also the guy who pours Ian his coffee in the morning and makes sure he doesn’t drink it before he’s had something to eat, who used to count his fucking pills, who once bought a bag full of B vitamins as if they could fix it all somehow.
It’s who Ian lost sleep over, it’s who he made his best bad decisions for.
And isn’t that so beautifully Ian, that he saw something in that dirty faced thug from ten years ago that no one else ever bothered to look for? that he found a love that proved itself to be stronger than whatever life or fate or Terry fucking Milkovich threw at them, that pulled them back to each other every time they fell apart?
Mickey has been a constant presence in Ian’s life in a way that nothing else but Lip himself ever had. Has been a witness, a catalyst, a victim of Ian’s epic highs and lows, has done insane things to and for and because of him. As fucked up as they always were, they seem to hold the balance, they somehow make it work.
Lip loves his brother with all his heart, has done so his entire life, he knows all the best and a lot of the worst of Ian and he knows that Mickey knows it too. Loves him, too. Signed up for it all, the whole package, good times and bad, sickness and health, Monica and Gay Jesus, mania and depression. Had probably signed up for it long before they stood in front of witnesses at the Polish Doll.
So Lip smiles sometimes when they bicker over breakfast cereal or when Ian can’t keep his hands to himself even when the rest of them is right there or when Mickey talks shit like he’s still big bad Milkovich, south side thug extraordinaire and not the boy who has been in love with Lip’s little brother for the last decade.
Because it’s nice to see they made it. Because if anyone deserves a happy ending and a gentle future, it’s them.
