#anyways yeah this was fun

[soullostintime]

Will stays in Mike room | Sharing a bed | Confessions | Panicking | for the Touch-Starved | 2.3K

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When Will is asked to stay at the Wheeler's for the night to actually get some proper rest after excruciating hours in the van, he doesn't question it.

He doesn't question how this suggestion is by none other than Nancy – the caring yet equally terrifying girl whose shooting skills have always fascinated him – and that his brother, sister, even his mom are totally okay with this. He should be asking if it was actually fine. He would be, only if he wasn't as exhausted as he is.

After a painfully coverted confession to Jonathan, a closure with El about her breakup (that apparantly happened two days ago while they were making their way back to Hawkins), and a well-laid talk with his mom and Hopper about their supposed business trip, his ability to make planned decisions with proper outcomes has been hindered greatly. All he wants is one night with no alternate dimension activities. Just one night where he can actually sleep.

And so as the clock strikes past eleven and he lays his heavy, hurting back against the cold floor of Mike's bedroom (again, he should've questioned why Will is sleeping here instead of the basement with plenty of space), all he hears are the sweet sounds of peace – the angels of heaven singing their melodious song of ah, you can rest, just for tonight, you can rest.

"...Will?"

And there is another melody, but it isn't the same as the one in his head.

It's not coming from outside, or slipping past his wavering dream of comfort and solace, no- it's from up somewhere and it's quite close and warm, like a cup of tea you enjoy beside the midnight rain. It's up there somewhere, and it lingers and pinches so gently at his heart, hits the nail beautifully and silently to push the stubborn dreams away and make sleep asleep.

And then the voice hushes closer, as the bedsheets rustle and the sides creak silently. "Will, are you awake?"

It's Mike. Of course.

Who else could it be? Will is in Mike's bedroom, sleeping near his bed, so of course it would be Mike here. The exertion has definitely pushed Will off his limits of being a normal, logical person who knows how to use his head.

I'm in Mike's room, he thinks, and then the fleeting moment is rushing away, the moment where he wasn't questioning anything as long as he got to sleep.

Now, Will is aware. He is awake.

I'm in Mike's room, he thinks again, and oh if that doesn't make his insides burst with an energy he is all so familiar with – a warm passion of want and need, a familiar comfort, and yet an uneasy feeling he could never place. He is with Mike and they're alone and the world is ending and El has broken up with Mike and- God, all Will wants is some fucking sleep right now.

"Will, are-" Mike starts again, and Will can't help but notice that he has taken his name three times by now. "Are you okay down there? I- I mean, is it too cold?"

There is more silence. Will doesn't know what to do with it.

"I- I mean, I know you hate the cold, and I'm not a big fan of it either so I know how you feel and, I just-" he stops, breathing deeply enough for Will to hear loud and clear. "I- If you want, this bed is big enough for the both of us."

Now he's all giddy, shaking quietly under the sleeping bag because what? What did Mike just say? That they–?

"I just- I feel like- I mean, I don't know," Mike continues on, somehow knowing by Will's constant movement against the uncomfortable floor that he was awake and listening. "It's easier with you here."

It's easier with you here.

"...What?"

Now Will is talking, or rather, he has muttered that single word out of pure impulse, unable to fully grasp the sentences leaving Mike's mouth.

Mike makes no snarky comment, such as knowing all full well of Will being awake the entire time and calling him out on it. Instead, he giggles quietly, as if recalling the meaning behind his words as a secret to his life, a secret he could hardly keep a lock on.

"Y-Yeah," his smile could be heard in his voice, even from up there, "it's always different with you."

"I- thank you?" Will says, because what else can he really say. "Uh, well, for the record, I- feel the same," he holds the words too dearly, then barely covers them up with a casual, "I guess."

"I see..." Mike is quieter, his voice slightly faded as if grasping on a mental train reaching it's destination. Very soon, he is sitting up, looking down at Will, down to the every bone as if all his secrets were never secrets at all and Mike knew, he just knew all along.

"So you... want to join me? Here, on the bed?" His elbows hold his pose as he bows and seeks the answer just from Will's expression alone.

It's not long before Will's brain is on autopilot again, wondering about the soft cushions, the feel of the quilt over his skin, and a warm, warm bed where he can sleep so peacefully he won't know when it's morning already.

But when he gets up after whispering a "yeah, okay" and sliding into the bed right next to Mike who is now lying down facing the ceiling, it hits him.

Holy shit, I'm sleeping next to Mike.

He's too far gone down the deep ends of sleep pulling at his edges to know about it sooner, and he curses himself for it. How can he be so greedy to get some rest that he forgot who he is going to be resting with?

Now he's panicking, he's shaking and quivering silently, and oh if Mike could know whether he was awake or not while he was sleeping on the floor, he surely knew what Will was feeling now.

"You're definitely cold." Mike is now tilting on the side, getting closer and closer to Will and it's not helping, it's not helping at all. "I should've gotten you up here sooner, I'm such an idiot. Why did Nancy have to give you a sleeping bag in the first place?"

Will stammers to get a response out. "Uh, well, it was her idea to get me to sleep at your house in the first place, and besides I was fine down there–"

"It- It wasn't Nancy idea."

"Huh?"

"...It was mine."

Now Will's panic has resided, a warm emotion pushing at his sides as he tilts his head to Mike's side, catching a glimpse of those jet black wonders of eyes, his curly locks, his stary freckles, his soft lips-

"Yeah, it was, I told her to tell the others," Mike is saying, and Will watches closely as his mouth forms gentle, doting words in a voice reserved for Will. Just Will. "I... wanted to be with you."

Will's voice is quiet in return. "We were together the entire day."

"I... wanted to be with you longer."

Before Will could form any more words out of his mind's dictionary, Mike is moving closer, and as Will follows his eyes – his black sky full of magic – and sees it blink. He sees it moving to every part of Will's face, every inch, and every spot he holds makes him burn with that old feeling again. Will realises he might have had this feeling since forever. Since those swings, that first day of kindergarten, that boy who asked to be his friend.

"Will..." Mike says, his black sky falling on the petals of Will's mouth, its skin nervously bit, "I'm so confused."

Now Will is curious, his hand falling in the space between them, inches apart from Mike's. "About what?"

"About me."

"Why are you confused?"

Mike's eyes have grown somber, tears lurking within. "I... thought I knew who I was, what I was. But now, it doesn't make sense. I don't make sense." Now he is reaching in, his pinky finger gently wrapping itself against Will's in their shares space, sending a shiver down. "I want to know why I do the things I do and if they are actually what I want."

Things that Mike wants, Will thinks, because honestly, what could they be? These past few years Will hasn't been able to distinguish between a stranger and Mike, and it had scared him to death – to know you're in love with someone you barely know anymore.

"What..." Will begins, his thumb drawing circles at the back of Mike's hand. "What do you want, Mike?"

It's nearly midnight, and they're both tired. But right now as Will has asked the question of a lifetime, he can't help but notice a million emotions on Mike's face at once. A face that knows, and doesn't know.

"You."

It stops. The moment stops for what feels like an eternity but could've barely been a few seconds. Will's eyes are wide, in shock and confusion and yet completely hopeful and genuine, as if all his reality is a dream and his dreams never come true.

Except now, Mike is interlocking their fingers together, holding their palms to his chest as he breaths deeply. He gazes into Will's eyes like they hold wonders, and gently looks down at their hands again.

He moves their hands from his chest to his mouth, and before Will knows it, Mike's breath is hovering over the back of his hand.

Amidst Will's obvious heart beating out of his chest, his stomach turning before sending a tickling sensation throughout his senses, down to his very knees; Mike is looking, his eyes asking for permission way before his mouth could.

"Is this... okay?"

Will takes a few seconds to breathe, to calm down for a millisecond and be able to formulate a response, an answer, anything at all.

And so he does.

"M-Mike, this–"

"It's you. It's- It's always been you." Mike says, moving in closer so that their noses are a breath away. "I've been so confused, so stupid- you've been driving me crazy and I didn't know why."

Will gulps, the sound echoing between them. "Do you... know why now?"

"...Do you?"

Mike is asking Will if he knows what this is, knows what they are and why they feel what they feel. And Will's answer is simple. It's always been simple when it comes to Mike. So natural that it's as easy as breathing, so simple, and yet something you can live without.

"I... I guess I've known since forever."

"You weren't confused?"

"Not with you."

Mike's eyes widen with joy and surprise, and soon, he is smiling and beaming with an excitement Will didn't know he still had within him. It's not long before he settles down again, his eyes wandering over Will's, searching for the treasure on the surface, close enough for him to grasp and call his.

"So this... us..." Mike says, his voice quiet and soft, "can we–?"

"Yes." Will is saying before he can stop himself.

Mike's mouth is still near Will's hand, their interlocked fingers and resting palms, when Mike takes the yes as a commitment, deciding to seal it forever with a kiss to Will's hand. His eyes shut as he tilts his head slightly downwards, igniting every spark in Will's body.

When he is done, he looks up, releasing their fingers as he decides to put his in Will's hair, right near the back of his head and pull him closer, noses brushing, eyebrows touching, breaths stacked on top of another.

"It's you." Mike says again, whispers so quietly so that no one else can hear it. No one but Will. "I should've known. All this time, I should've–"

"Mike." Will whispers, his hands finding themselves drawing peaceful, calming circles in Mike's back and shoulder. He doesn't say anything else, just stares, and Mike stares back.

Soon they both are pulling in, shutting their eyes and slotting their lips together.

Will holds his ground, keeping up with Mike's eagerness to taste and possibly devour Will's tongue, running deep down and earning a gasp from him. Their hands are restless, and their legs tangled in each other's, and upon releasing the lock to catch some breath, Mike is hardly moving away, still lingering and roaming his tongue over Will's mouth, even biting onto the lower lip and immediately shushing the short-lived pain with a gentle roll of his tongue again.

Will is a little into the stubborn sweet form of his affection, and so when they take a two-second break again, he is taking full advantage of the opportunity to shower Mike with kisses all over. His rosy cheeks, his stary freckles, his nose, his neck and finally, his lips again. He is soft with his moves, purely deeply madly in love in the entire concept of Mike. In everything about Mike.

Mike smiles against the kisses, holding Will closer and immediately planting another long kiss on his lips, this time while subtly smiling through it, as if he has achieved everything he has ever wanted in his life.

But soon their eyelids are getting heavier, and it's then they remember: It's midnight. They just came back from a long drive across the country. They're both tired.

Mike digs his face in Will's chest, his voice grown silent as sleep pushes at his edges. His arm wraps around Will's middle as his eyes shut to sleep, before he murmurs one last sentence of the night:

"I want to be with you longer. Forever."

Will blushes, smiling as he pulls Mike close to his chest, their breaths synching and hearts pounding at the same, fast pace, gently falling into a slower, quieter rhythm.

"Forever," Will says, as he closes his eyes under the moonlight.

[modmad]

I love terrible comic day can we make this an international holiday

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[o0kawaii0o]

Ace Attorney x Hades

[teaboot]

how could you like the colour yellow

see a therapist immediately

I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.

When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.

I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.

I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.

Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.

The artist's theme was "happiness".

What it is. How we make it. How to share it.

All bright, lovely yellow.

The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.

Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.

Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.

I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.

Do you understand?

[sabh0]

@///_bsd_edits on Instagram gave me the idea to draw that based on one Ueda and Kimisawa interaction

The thing ^

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[elyfonart]

Trust me bro he wants you

[wasyago]

welp, didn't manage to get everything out before season 10 started, but i gotta post it one way or another so here we go! heard there was a fandom swap game going on, wanted to do a couple promts of my own :D

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[violetsandshrikes]

to all my researchers, students and people in general who love learning: if you don't know this already, i'm about to give you a game changer

connectedpapers

the basic rundown is: you use the search bar to enter a topic, scientific paper name or DOI. the website then offers you a list of papers on the topic, and you choose the one you're looking for/most relevant one. from here, it makes a tree diagram of related papers that are clustered based on topic relatability and colour-coded by time they were produced!

for example: here i search "human B12"

i go ahead and choose the first paper, meaning my graph will be based around it and start from the topics of "b12 levels" and "fraility syndrome"

here is the graph output! you can scroll through all the papers included on the left, and clicking on each one shows you it's position on the chart + will pull up details on the paper on the right hand column (title, authors, citations, abstract/summary and links where the paper can be found)

you get a few free graphs a month before you have to sign up, and i think the free version gives you up to 5 a month. there are paid versions but it really depends how often you need to use this kinda thing.

[beybuniki]

kofi request for @/cinnabu on twitter: Monoma bothering Bakugo <3

[the-phantom-peach]

Meeting the Light Dragon ✨🐉

[tagged as spoilers!]

[cacaocheri]

sun fnaf except i had the worst morning EVER so i drew these low quality doodles to cope

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.