#so im kind of in a hurry lmao

[dromaeo-sauridae]

some things are harder to kill than others.

well THIS took forever. i made a speedpaint but ended up cutting a lot of stuff so that it wouldnt be absurdly long. link below v

[vernons-girl]

hi! yeah um i.. read ur newest fic 'not her' with kmg and i kind of wanted to add a continuation to that...? (only if u want to ofc!)

so basically reader got her heart broken by mingyu and her sister, soooo she goes on and vents her feelings and how heart broken she is to another one of her pals, seungcheol (without knowing seungcheol likes reader) so he comforts her and u can probably add the ending (fluff or angst or anything!)

im sorry this is too long.. i rlly tried to make it shorter lmao (btw i LUV ur fics so much)

not her | kim mingyu - choi seungcheol pt.2

PART 1 ; PART 2 ; PART 3 (final)

angst, fluff,wc:2.5k

taglist: @gaslysainz ; @graybaeismytae ; @mansaaay

a/n: did i completely put mingyu aside in this part? yes. will i make a part three where we really dive into the drama with everyone kdrama love triangle way? you guys tell me hehe

You couldn't bear looking at the scene that was unfolding in front of your eyes so you gathered your stuff in a hurry and left, completely forgetting the idea of shopping for a new outfit.

You made it home in record time. Rushing to lock yourself in your room once you made it through the door.

Mingyu choosing someone else than you was one thing, but your sister going behind your back to betray you, after you had confided in her? That was a whole other thing.

You couldn't help but cry as soon as you found yourself alone in the comfort of your room. You were feeling too many things at the same time and couldn't quite pinpoint why you were crying. Was it the pain? The anger? The disappointment? The heartbreak? Maybe it was all of it at once.

You couldn't bare the idea of having to face any of them about the issue right now, let alone having to see your sister when she would get back home, so you did the first thing that came to mind : you packed an overnight bag, texted your most trustful friend and headed over to his place.

You reached Seungcheol's place about an hour after you had texted him. You hadn't told him much over text, actually you hadn't told him anything besides 'can i come spend the night?' to which he agreed, of course, he didn't need to know why you needed to spend the night over at his place when you had a perfectly decent bed of your own, he just agreed without any further questions.

He greeted you at the door with a worried look on his face that he couldn't conceal no matter how hard he tried. You've confided in him before, but never did it feel so worrying. Without a second thought, he pulled you inside with a hug. The action broke down all the walls you had tried to build on your way there instantly. You felt as if you were falling apart in his arms, melting in his embrace perhaps, and you let the tears stream down your face, not caring about the embarrassing whines coming out of your mouth as you did so. He didn't seem to care either. Because all he did was hold you, closely, firmly but carefully, rubbing soothing circles on your back, shushing you like one would do with a baby. But it all felt so right amongst all the chaos around you that you let yourself be in the moment, until he pulled you straight on your feet to lead you to the living room, "Come on, let's talk about this around a warm drink, yeah?" he said, trying his best to show off a reassuring smile.

You obliged and sat down on the couch as Seungcheol got some snacks ready along with something to drink. In the meantime you allowed yourself to relax, sunking down onto the couch wishing it could somehow swallow you whole.

Thankfully, Seungcheol joined you pretty quickly so you didn't have the time to get lost in your thoughts once again. You straightened up to grab the cup he was handing out to you from the tray he had placed on the coffee table in front of you.

"Sooooo..." Seungcheol started, he didn't want to push you into it but he still needed to at least have an idea of what was going on.

You took a sip of your drink followed by a deep breath.

"So... I had a crush on this guy, and I genuinely thought that he could like me, you know?" you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes once again.

"And I wasn't the only one thinking this.. my sister thought so too." Seungcheol now had a curious look and urged you to keep going.

"I was supposed to meet up with him in a few days and I really wanted to confess, I really did." this time, the tears fell from your eyes, you couldn't help it, it was so fresh, so hard, your body needed to express this unbearable inner pain it was feeling.

Seungcheol offered some comfort with his free hand coming to rub up and down your arm, "We don't have to talk about it any more if you don't feel like it," he reassured you.

"No, it's okay, you affirmed, so, you started again, I wanted to make things right, I wanted to impress him, to make him like me any more than he might already do, so I went to the mall to do some shopping, a sob escaped from your dry lips, but then I saw them, him, her" you sniffled, letting out shaky breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down.

"Them ? Him? Her?" Seungcheol asked.

"My crush and my sister" you finally said, your heart breaking a little more. The look on your friend's face changed to... confusion?

"Wait so you saw your sister with your crush at the mall? What about it?

- They were kissing, Seungcheol. Kissing."

Upon hearing this last word, his expression morphed to anger in a matter of seconds.

"What the fuck?!" he suddenly exclaimed, almost slamming his mug down onto the table.

"She kissed him knowing you liked him? This is so twisted. I can't believe it." He let out in disbelief, rubbing a hand down his face.

"And he didn't tell me either. He never told me he was seeing someone. What if she told him about my crush on him and they both fucked me over? you put your face in both on your hands, crying softly, What am I supposed to do now Seungcheol?" you questioned desperately, almost pleading him for an answer.

He leaned back in his seat, looking up in thought.

"Who is he?" he finally asked.

"Who's who?" okay maybe it wasn't the best idea to play dumb, but how could you tell him that Mingyu, your friend who also happens to be one of Seungcheol's, broke your heart ?

"The guy, he said firmly, who's the guy?" ok so now he wasn't playing. You've never seen him look this serious before, the concern and anger still obvious on his face.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst when you breathed out : "Mingyu."

He clenched his fists upon hearing the name leave your shaky lips. As a matter of fact, his whole body tensed.

"So you saw Mingyu kissing your sister who knew you liked Mingyu ?" he summarized.

"Yeah.." you confirmed, your gaze lingering on the floor, the carpet curiously looking much more interesting than you friend who was sitting across from you.

"Does she know ? he asked

-Mh?

-Your sister. Does she know you saw them ?

-No, they didn't see me and I came over before she got home, so we didn't talk about it.

-And do you think he knew?

-Knew what ?

-That you liked him ?

-I don't know.. I don't think so, you reasoned, he would never be so cruel. you affirmed

-Yeah, you're probably right.." Seungcheol agreed, even though he wanted nothing but to punch his dear friend in the face for hurting you, he also knew it wasn't his style to hurt people's feelings. I mean this guy literally apologized to his last girlfriend for breaking up with her so of course he wasn't going to hurt one of his closest friends.

Seungcheol sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "This is a messed up situation, no doubt about it," he muttered, his expression reflecting a mixture of concern and anger.

You nodded, feeling a bit of relief knowing Seungcheol was there to listen, even if he couldn't magically fix everything. It was nice knowing there was at least one person you could trust in this whole mess.

After a moment of silence, Seungcheol leaned forward, taking both of your hands in his, his eyes fixed on you. "Listen, I know it hurts like hell right now, but you're stronger than this. I'm not going to tell you to not think about it because I know it feels impossible right now but you need to focus on yourself, okay ?

- Yeah.. you replied.

- What do you need right now?"

You thought for a moment, wiping away the tears that still lingered. "I just... I need some time to figure things out. Away from all of this," you said, gesturing vaguely around you.

Seungcheol nodded in understanding. "Alright. I get it. You can stay here as long as you need. I'll be here for you, okay?"

You managed a weak smile, feeling a sliver of hope, "Thank you, Seungcheol. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He smiled back, a reassuring presence in the middle of all of this turmoil. "You don't have to figure it all out right now. Just take it one step at a time. And remember, you're not alone in this." he finally said, giving your hands a reassuring squeeze.

And as you glanced over at Seungcheol, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest, realizing just how much he truly cared for you. Perhaps, in the midst of all this chaos, there was a silver lining after all—a silver lining named Seungcheol.

"Come on, let's get you settled in bed, yeah?" he said, standing up and offering his hand out for you to take. You did so and followed him down the hallway.

As Seungcheol led you to the spare bedroom where you would be spending the night, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside him. On one hand, he was glad to be able to offer you a comfortable place to rest after everything you'd been through. But on the other hand, he couldn't shake the pang of jealousy he felt at the thought of you sleeping under the same roof in a bed that wasn't his.

As he pulled back the covers and fluffed the pillows, he tried to push aside those selfish thoughts. After all, what mattered most was that you were safe and comfortable. But as he glanced over at you, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked in the soft light of the bedside lamp, your eyes heavy with exhaustion yet still so full of resilience.

"Here you go," he said, gesturing to the bed. "I hope you'll be comfortable here."

You offered him a grateful smile as you sank down onto the mattress, letting out a contented sigh. "Thank you, Seungcheol. I really appreciate it."

He returned your smile, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. "Of course. Anything for you."

As he turned to leave the room, he couldn't help but linger for a moment, his gaze lingering on your sleeping form. In that moment, he realized just how much he cared about you—more than just a friend, more than just a crush. And as he quietly closed the door behind him, he made a silent promise to himself to always be there for you, no matter what.

As you settled into the comfortable bed Seungcheol had prepared for you, your mind started to buzz with thoughts of the events that had unfolded earlier. Despite your exhaustion, sleep eluded you as you thought about your sister's and Mingyu's betrayal. A notification from your phone interrupted your thoughts, a message from your sister asking where I was, seemingly worried as to what you were up to. Against you better judgment, you decided to ignore it for the moment as you let out a heavy sigh and turned your attention to Seungcheol.

He had been so kind and supportive throughout the evening, offering you a safe haven and a shoulder to lean on. His actions spoke volumes, and somehow you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more behind his gestures. The way he looked at you, the tenderness in his voice—it all hinted at a deeper connection between you. And as you drifted off into a restless sleep, you couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps Seungcheol's feelings for you ran deeper than mere friendship.

After ensuring that the spare bedroom was tidy and comfortable for you, Seungcheol made my way to the living room to clean up the mess from earlier. As he picked up discarded snack wrappers and empty mugs, his mind also ended up wandering to the events of the evening.

He couldn't shake the anger and frustration he felt towards Mingyu for hurting you, someone he cared deeply about. And yet, amidst the chaos, he couldn't deny the flutter of hope that sparked within him at the thought of being there for you, of being the one you turned to in her time of need.

As he finished cleaning up, he reached for his phone and sent a quick text to Mingyu, his fingers hesitating over the keys. Despite his anger towards him, a part of him couldn't help but wonder if this was his chance to finally confess his feelings to you. But as he stared at the blank screen, he couldn't bring myself to send the message. Instead, he pocketed his phone and made his way back to the spare bedroom, his heart heavy with uncertainty and longing.

As Seungcheol lay in bed, the weight of the evening's events heavy on his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the situation than met the eye.

As he mulled over the possibilities, a nagging thought tugged at the corners of his mind. What if Mingyu wasn't entirely clueless about your feelings? What if, somehow, he had sensed your affection for him, even if you hadn't explicitly confessed it?

The idea seemed far-fetched at first, but the more Seungcheol thought about it, the more it made sense. Mingyu was perceptive, after all, and he had always been attentive to the people around him. Perhaps he had noticed the subtle glances, the lingering touches, the way your face lit up whenever you were near him.

But if Mingyu was aware of your feelings, why would he pursue a relationship with your sister? Was it out of genuine interest, or was there something more sinister at play? Seungcheol couldn't shake the feeling that there was a piece of the puzzle missing, something lurking beneath the surface that he couldn't quite grasp.

As he drifted off to sleep, his mind buzzing with unanswered questions, Seungcheol's thoughts inevitably turned to you. Despite the troubles of the evening, one thing remained clear: his feelings for you ran deep. With each passing moment, his love for you only seemed to grow stronger, anchoring him amidst the storm of uncertainty.

As he vowed to uncover the truth about Mingyu's intentions, Seungcheol's resolve was fueled not only by a sense of justice for you but also by a burning desire to protect you from further harm. For he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would do anything to ensure your happiness, even if it meant confronting his own heartache in the process.

With that thought in mind, Seungcheol closed his eyes, feeling a sense of determination wash over him. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he would face them head-on, armed with nothing but his unwavering love for you. And as sleep finally claimed him, he couldn't help but cling to the hope that, somehow, everything would turn out alright in the end.

[roaron]

BAKUGO X READER

(Bakugo comes home to see you waiting for him in sexy lingerie - All characters are over the age of 21)

(NSFW ver.) (this)

(detailed NSFW ver coming maybe?)

Authors note : Hello all, before I begin I’d like to say that this is my first post and bakugo is just babygirl so I had to make it abt his fine ass, therefore I’ll just see what comes to mind and write whatever bs that is. Enjoy and feel free to recommend more stuff for me to write since this is now my full time job LMAO. ENJOY. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ew

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bakugo katsuki your beloved boyfriend had been quite a scene lately and his pro-hero work had been driving him over the edge as some would say. not to mention both of you hadn’t had sex in what felt like forever, only adding to his shitty moods. so as embarrassing as it was, he had to resort to stroking himself behind street corners while on the job. which was not very becoming of a hero, as he knew.

as bakugo walked down the street he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and fortunately for him, it’s you and not some annoying ass telling him that there’s more villains for him to take care of. even with deku as the number 1 hero, bakugo always manages to work longer hours than him which pisses him off to no end.

Princess Y/N

Katsuki, baby ? When will you be home ? x

Prince Katsu

Give me 10 minutes, im stopping off at the corner shop for something to eat because I know you didn’t fucking cook.

Princess Y/N

Don’t be rude. and hurry plz :)

Prince Katsu

Yeah yeah.

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after one final check in the bathroom mirror, your look is complete. black and red lingerie sits perfectly on your body, the straps making your curves stand out while making sure to just barely cover your breasts. you knew how much bakugo loved your tits, so you made sure to get the flimsiest material to almost cover them.

just as a little tease for your loud and overbearing boyfriend who you love so very much. “alright ! now we wait !” you say to yourself as you skip out of the bathroom and patiently await the arrival of the main man himself.

a few minutes later you hear the front door open and watch your tired boyfriend stumble through the door covered in all kinds of grime and dirt. alarmed by his sudden arrival you dash towards the bedroom unseen and fetch your favourite white robe to use as cover for your decorated body.

“Y/N ? I’m back, come here baby.”

“coming !!” you yell back as you swiftly make your way to your boyfriend, clutching your robe to your chest as to not reveal your surprise.

“hey pretty thing, c’mere” bakugo says as he pulls you into his chest. he begins to litter your cheeks with kisses and goes as far as to bite one at some point.

“you stink, how was your day Katsu ?”

“I know I stink, and fucking terrible baby”

“pfft” you giggle as you place his hands on the ties of your robe gently. bakugo quirks an eyebrow and looks down at you with a puzzled face, wondering what on earth you’d planned this time.

and before he could even think any further his hands subconsciously removed the tie on your robe and slid it down your body, making sure to pass his palms over your curves. the robe fell to the floor with a light thud and you were left almost bare in front of your frozen boyfriend. bakugos mind began to race and he felt his cock strain against his pants at the sight of his angel dressed up so perfect for him.

“do you like it ka- !!” but before you could even make a seductive comment you’d been flung over his shoulder and were making your way to the bedroom.

“damn there really is a god, I needed this today baby” bakugo says with a grin on his face and a newfound will.

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truth be told your boyfriend had been missing you much more than you knew. all the nights he came back home to you being asleep he’d curse and yell at himself for not arriving sooner and being able to indulge in you.

then left awake and alone, he’d grab a pair of your panties and hold them to his face as he slowly stroked his aching cock. attempting to silently muffle your name into the fabric as to not wake you up beside him.

he hates how needy you make him and yet he loves it at the exact same time, knowing that you’re the only one who can deal with him. and he loves you for it.

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before you knew it, bakugo had gently placed you on your shared bed and was now looking at you from above. his dark vermillion analysing your body and the way the lingerie clung to it, imagining all the different angles he’d fuck you in just to see the lingerie twist and contort. you peer down at his crotch and notice how his cock twitches and pushes against his trousers. you’d never get old of seeing him horny for you, just like when you both were at UA high. memories of him fucking you in empty classrooms flood your mind and your face begins to turn red which your boyfriend quickly notices even in the dimly lit room. he smirks at you and begins to zone his eyes on the panties you’re wearing.

“katsu.. stop staring, it’s embarrassing.” you say as you cover the heat between your legs with your hands after noticing how wet his gaze was making you.

“hey. don’t ruin my view.” bakugo responds as he grabs your wrists and pins them on either side of your head. dipping his head down to the valley of your breasts and licking any skin his eyes came in contact with.

“you’re gonna do good for me right ? i’ve had a long day yeah, now hurry up and spread your legs before I tear them open for you.”

[tomcruiseishot]

One shot: Ethan hunt x Rival Reader

I am shocked at the lack of Ethan hunt/Mission impossible fanfics on here. Anyways, I love a good enemies to loved so I decided to write one. Sorry if this sucks LMAO. If anyone likes this lmk i’ll write more.

WARNINGS: Kissing, Some blood, Mild language. This one is pretty PG-13. *Gif is not mine*

After finally arriving at the safe house, your feet are begging you to lay down. Unfortunately, you are covered in blood from todays mission and the last thing you want to do is go to bed without showering. The mission your on forces you to be in uncomfortable proximity to Infamous Agent Ethan Hunt. Even just hearing his name makes you irritated. This is not the only mission that you had to work with him. The two of you often get in each others way since you both want be making the decisions. What’s more aggravating is that no matter what you do on a mission, Ethan always gets credit for YOUR accomplishments. Anyway, instead of berating Ethan Hunt in your head, you really do need to shower. You slowly approach the bathroom. you hear the shower and realize ethan is occupying the only bathroom in the apartment. “Ethan hurry up, how much longer?”

The door opens and he leans against the white frame. You suddenly feel unable to breathe. He smiles at you with a hint of arrogance and an emotion you can’t quite place. “You missed me?” He sarcastically says, low and raspy in an attempt to not wake your sleeping colleague. Despite your best efforts you can’t help but watch the water bead of his chest onto his loose grey sweatpants. His abs are so defined they look sculpted. But you don’t have time for this. Besides, this is Ethan hunt we’re talking about here and you’re supposed to hate him. You try to think of something witty to say but your at a loss. “I need to shower Ethan, Im covered in blood and I’m tired.” He stares at you intently and you want to break his gaze but you keep from looking away. “You got pretty messed up out there.” He says. “Yeah no shit.” He chuckles lowly at this. “Listen. I know we haven’t always gotten along” he starts, “But you did really good today. We wouldn’t have killed the general without your quick thinking.”

I can’t believe Ethan hunt is being nice to me. When he says this, Your stomach erupts in a warm feeling that spreads throughout your veins and goes from your toes all the way up to your ears. I don’t have feelings for Ethan do I? We’re just talking agent-to-agent. He would’ve said that to anyone. His muscular arm brushes a tendril of hair out of your face and tucks it he kind your ear. You look up at him and begin to feel feel your stomach explode in butterfly’s. Suddenly you no longer remember why you knocked on the door.

Your legs start to feel like jelly but this time it’s not from exhaustion. He’s so close you can practically feel his breath on your face. He smells like a pine tree and his body heat makes you feel warm. He looks at you with something unprecedented: affection. For the first time you notice how handsome Ethan is. You begin to wonder what it would be like to press your lips against his. Ethan takes a brisk breath like he’s going to say something but then just stares at you, then nods in dismissal. “We’ll I should probably hurry up then.” He says. “Yeah probably.” You say chuckling.

He begins to shut the door. For some reason you’re filled with desperation for the man who you called your enemy 5 minutes ago. “Hey, Ethan?” He slowly turns back around and reopens the door. “Thanks for your help today. If I’m being honest I was pretty scared earlier and I don’t know what happened if you weren’t there,” The corners of his mouth turn up, “Hey, it’s my job. Don’t worry about it.” I start again, “But Im not just talking about the job. I guess what i’m trying to say is I’m really glad I met you. I mean glad know you-have you. you.” When he doesn’t respond you start regretting saying anything at all. “I’m sorry I don’t even know why I said that so I’m just gonna-” Suddenly he grabs your waist with his strong hands and pulls you in so close you can hear and feel his heart beat. He leans in and he puts his mouth on yours and kisses you roughly. You’re shocked but pleasantly surprised and immediately kiss back. Your whole body is tinging and it feels as if fireworks are going off inside the apartment. You grasp at his nape with one hand and with the other you feel the crevice’s of his abs that you’ve always secretly longed to feel.

He pulls away from the kiss and smiles at you with love and appreciation. He leans to whisper something in your ear. “we should take this… elsewhere.” You cock your head the same way a confused puppy does. “What, did you have something planned?” You both look towards the agent asleep of the bed. He looks back at you and his green eyes suddenly change to a hungry lust. You wryly smile. With one of his strong hands he forcefully pulls you into the bathroom and uses your body to shut the door. He raises your wrists above your head and pins you against the door with one hand, the other on the back of your neck. You wish this moment could last forever. He steps closer, roughly kissing you. He pulls back panting and looks st you with a small smirk. You smile then bite your lip. All you can think is you hope your friend isn’t a light sleeper.

[diabolikpersonals]

sorry for such a broad question but in your opinion is laito a well written character relative to everyone in diabolik? i really Want to learn more about him but i also dont want to subject myself to All That and i just want to know if he's worth reading about or just a pile of interesting plot threads thrown together for shock factor and unfulfilled thematically.

like my current personal opinion (may be wrong) is that i dont feel satisfied with the idea of yui's love or proactiveness fixing laito in any way because it doesn't mesh well with the actual ideas surrounding his character and unpacking that love is not poison goes beyond romantic love or a singular place of understanding. additionally it doesn't feel earned it feels like a chore for the player to trudge though for the sake of reading. i dont want to read laito's story that bad if it's the case yet im intrigued by the things offered by his character like the processing of the deeply visceral way csa shatters who you are

I wanted to wait till I finished his CL to answer so I'd be fully caught up with laito's routes, but that'll take too long so.....!! I might change my answer later!! lmao

[tw laito stuff, csa and suicide, yeah]

I do think Laito's a well-written character but his stuff is really difficult to get through if you have certain triggers, so it's tough to recommend. Even beyond the csa stuff, Laito is in a real hurry to die and he makes several attempts throughout the series. There's a certain unique sort of awfulness, at least for me, involving scenes where a character fails a suicide attempt and then get even more upset and desperate about it. So I understand what you mean when you say you're not excited about putting yourself through it. They were the hardest routes for me to get through too :')

A lot of earlier games suffer from endings that are like "And the two lived happily ever after, and we're not gonna unpack all that stuff!" and Laito's routes are no exception, but if you can look past that and make it to LE, I wouldn't say that Laito gets fixed. He has an ending similar to Ayato's that's like, it feels like we fixed everything but in reality we couldn't overcome the core issue! They really seem to believe that Laito absolutely can't be happy or live a normal life the way he is now. He has to die and/or rewrite his memories to be comfortable loving someone. It's up to your tastes if that's satisfying or not, but I kind of love the bittersweetness of LE endings, and the way they feel like a happy ending until you think about them a little too hard.

What's interesting is that Yui's purehearted love often hurts Laito more than it helps him. He responds to love, from Yui or from his family members, with revulsion. There's jealousy when he interacts with straightforward characters like Yui or Ayato, like "If only I could be as simple and pure as you, but nope, I can't." He's very self-aware for a diaboy, which only makes it hurt more when he keeps arriving at the conclusion that he's rotten. He definitely makes progress, which is really satisfying to see, like how he gradually allows Ayato back in his life emotionally. But as of right now, the end of his arc is so, like, "I tried, really I did! But my perspective on love is fucked and I need a hard reset! Maybe I'll be normal in the next life but definitely not this one!! Bye!"

...So, it's hard to say if you'll be happy with it. I see a lot of mixed opinions concerning the LE endings. They often give the diaboy what he wants but not what he needs, so you're left going, "Wait, I don't know about this...!" A lot of people really hate these endings, but they actually get more interesting to me the more conflicted they make me feel...and oh boy, was I conflicted about this one! :'D

If it sounds interesting to you, too, and you don't mind some pretty brutal scenes along the way, give Laito's routes a try. His HDB will definitely make you mad though lol

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hiiiii looks like our periods are synced lollll just got mine today and I want to die :( can we get a Richie fic of him taking care of his girl when she’s on her period <3

Hiiii ugh omg mine’s a day late already but we pushin thru!!!!

(Also im not including this in the fic but i def think Richie at first would be the kinda guy that asks “what size pussy you wear?” when he’s out buying you pads 😭😭 lmao)

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“Babe, where the hell did you say you put the heating pad?” Richie yelled from an adjacent room.

“It’s still on the couch, I was using it yesterday!” you responded from your nest of blankets, blowing on your steaming cup of tea to cool it down.

Moments later, he hurried back into the bedroom, kneeling next to the bed and plugging in the heating pad.

“Have the painkillers kicked in?” He asked, handing it to you.

“Kind of,” you grimaced, placing it against your lower abdomen. “How long has it been?”

“Like, fifteen minutes, probably?”

You groaned, feeling a sharp pang just below your navel. You knew the Tylenol was barely starting to work because the pain was waxing and waning at maddening intervals, so intense it made you sweat.

You squeezed his hand tightly, closing your eyes for a moment as you waited for it to pass.

"What else do you need?" He asked, hating seeing you so miserable. "Do you want me to rub your back?"

You nodded, body sagging into the mattress as the pain finally tapered off for the time being.

"I'm getting kinda hungry, too," you said, setting down your cup and turning onto your side so he had access to your back.

You sighed at his touch, his warm hands moving in slow, firm circles.

"How 'bout I get you some pizza, hm? That sound good?"

Again, you simply nodded, inching closer to him. “In a bit, though… Keep going on my back please.”

"You got it boss,” he teased, earning the slightest huff of amusement from you.

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[ma3mae]

How much do you want to bet that Tecchou has a god damn bug collection and he just shows it off to you proudly😭 "Babe come look it's my favourite beetle boogahooga" I JUST KNOW HE GIVES EITHER THE MOST BASIC NAMES OR LIKE "MEGA BLENDER X300 MAX"

Also I love your writing so much omfg😔🩷🩷

Don't be so antsy!

Summary: It's been a few months since Tetchou declared his love for you and he couldn't be happier, especially after finally showing you his treasured collection! But how will you react?

Genre: FEAR 🤡 because insects... Also cracky and a bit of fluff bc i just love him so much 💕😭 slight suggestive hint at the end 🤓

A/N: FOAMING AT MY MOUTH FROM EXCITEMENT!!!! still cant believe that u love my writing 😭😩fangirling so hard rn, time to print, frame and hang this onto my wall. No one can stop me 😤😤😤

Suehiro Tetchou

You knew about his adoration for bugs even before the both of you got together

It wasnt smth he'd be talking about for HOURS bc its just a topic never really spoken about

all the other hunting dogs know about it but... they wanted to spare u LMAO 😭

like u accompany him to his work place and his colleagues r outside of the dooe, waiting for him so they can leave

u r like waving at them and teruko waves back but yall r just caught off guard when jouno YELLs out of nowhere "MOVE YOUR DUMB ASS ALREADY OVER HERE 💀💀"

Like was he yelling at u??? Yall we dont know who he lookin at bc HOW 😭😭😭😩 srynotsry

But u realised who he meant when u looked behind u and tf 🤨🤨🤨

Tetchou just EMERGES out of a fking bush and 🤨🤨 is that 🤨🤨 a random ass bug in his hand 🤨🤨🤨 he got KIDNAPPED

"But I found this cool grasshopper... His name's Bush."

"DONT GIVE IT A NAME! PUT THAT SHIT BACK ALREADY AND M O V E"

Jouno is just seconds away from beating the shit out of him bc

"WHERE'D HE GET THAT JAR FROM???" "Teruko, that's not important. Make him HURRY UP ALREADY"

"Can we take Leaf with us?"Jouno is already taking his sword out to kill that thing 💀💀

cue a RANDOM ASS FIGHT 💀💀💀

"PUT IT BACK AND LETS MOVE YOU FUCKER" "No, I won't let you hurt Omega 300 GT 5" "Wait I thought his name wa-UGH IDC ILL KILL THAT THING FFS"

tachihara just turns away with "k, think im walking home already BYE"

teruko just yanks him back and the other boys too so that they can finally leave

"Can I take him wit-" "No. I know you like these kinds of things but no. Also if you want that thing to actually LIVE then put it back bc u know who will exterminate the shit out of it." "Hm. 😐"

He just walks up to u and goes "can u take this. please"

U cant say no to his puppy eyes 👁️👁️

You're just so confused but maybe its also cute??? U just thought that its a little interest in him but BOY

It wasnt so little as u thought 🤓 LOL i gotta get my head out of the gutter

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Holding hands while going on a stroll was something you'd often find yourself doing during your free time together, especially when the sun was shining so brightly while a fresh spring breeze would occasionally sweep through the air.

Humming a random tune while you lightly swayed your joined hands back and forth.

Tetchou couldn't help but let a soft smile grace his lips at the slightly childish action.

No words could describe how much he enjoyed your leisurely strolls together. It would be seen as a nearly generic thing to do together as a couple but for him it was a time to be treated as sacred. Where else could he tuck your hair behind your ears when the wind would blow through it? Or where else could he see the sunlight make you shine impossibly brighter in his eyes, almost blindingly so?

But what really excited him were the "little" discoveries you'd make on your way.

And oh wait? What's tha-

"Y/N."

Hearing your name made you about to turn your face towards him yet there was no need!

Since your boyfriend forgot how strong he was...

Yanking a bit too hard on your arm made you hit his chest with your back, a small "oof" slipping past your lips.

"OUCH, Tetchou??? What in the-"

"Look."

"Huh?"

You let your gaze follow the direction his outstretched arm, finally stopping at what he was pointing at with his index finger.

To your not so much surprise it was a-

"It's a colony of ants. Look at how hard they're working, Y/N."

Before you could even think of stopping him, he had already moved towards them, crouching down to get a closer look.

You let out a sigh yet couldn't help smiling at his endearing but also random antics.

No matter how many times it would help, it never managed to not be funny. The Hunting Dogs were known for how powerful yet also how "eccentric" the members were, yet witnessing it for the first time and continuing to live with it never failed to bring a smile on your face.

Especially with just how cute your boyfriend looked right now! The way his eyes would twinkle at the mention of insects was something you personally could only understand but never relate to.

As much as you would love to go along and try to enjoy it with him, you kinda wanted to continue on your walk.

Because when he's focused on something then it would be a real nuisance to get him away from it.

But that's not a problem for the love of his life, right?

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Jokes on you, it actually was 💀

Like u got a hunch hes doing it on purpose when he pulls his puppy eyes and that barely but noticeable enough atleast for you pout on u when u said

"I love you, but i kinda wanna yk walk?"

"But Y/N 😟. *points at the ants* only for a minute, please 🥺"

YALL KNOW 😩 YALL KNOOOOW ITS NOT GONNA BE A MINUTE 😔😔😔

Your legs gonna start cramping from watching these fuckers crawl around??? Nah no one CARES 😤😤 jk jk

our cutie tetchouie would NEVER ignore his partners needs okur okur

Like hes already whipped from how we r atleast TRYING to enjoy what hes enjoying

He knows how unlikeable these little crawlers i hate bugs can be but his s/o is trying so hard and he just 🥺🥺🥺 looks at u wirh heart eyes

dw if u cant walk, he'll give u either a piggyback ride yall being cute 😤💕 or the classic bridal style 😩

And dw if he finds another interesting bug but his hands r occupied? Nah, he gon GET THAT ANYWAY

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"ACHOO"

"Bless you."

"Thanks." You told him as you lightly rubbed your nose with the back of your hand. You loved his hair but it would often tickle your nose whenever you'd try to look over his shoulder as he was carrying you on his back.

It was one of the small ways of him apologizing to you and enduring his antics.

His heart would nearly suffocate him from how much it would swell whenever you'd just reassure him that it was totally okay for you. If he loved ants then it's just what he loved and as his partner, you'd be open for everything that makes him happy.

Yet he still tried to keep it down around you so he was often a bit torn between.

"Ah. Wait is that...?"

Oh no.

You knew it.

You knew what was about to happen next.

Before you could stop him, he was already walking off of the path and into the field.

A whine got past your lips yet he seemed too caught up in his fascination of...?

"A horned beetle!"

Some meters above you, sat a beetle on a branch, seemingly undisturbed by the both of you and yet in Tetchou's eyes, it equaled a sacred national treasure.

A treasure that he wanted to get his hands on.

"Hold tight, Y/N."

"WAIT N-!"

Hooking your arm and legs tightly like a koala around his body, he made a leap for it. You didn't know HOW he managed to do it every time but there he was.

Jumping onto the tree and quickly pulling a tiny jar out of a pocket in his blazer (you don't even know how he even hid that...) and-

"I got it!" He exclaimed in happiness as he jumped down, holding his hand onto the open jar. Screwing a lid onto it, he gave it a quick glance before putting it back into his pocket.

Noticing that you were slowly losing your grip on him, he hooked his arms under your legs, hoisting you up again before almost nonchalantly continuing your walk as if he hadn't just jumped up a tree for a beetle...

"Uhm, you don't wanna stare at it or something?" You asked, genuinely surprised yet almost regretting the question since it could change his mind.

"No, I can do that at home. Your legs are hurting after all."

A smile spread onto your lips at his kind words, only spreading further after hearing a slight hitch in his breathing as you let your lips graze his neck before planting a kiss on it.

"Anything for my love, you know? By the way, have you thought of a name yet for your new little friend?"

"I have but-"

You felt him tighten his grip around your legs before he suddenly began to pick up his pace, walking in long and fast strides.

"Want to be home as fast as possible, so we can you know..."

He peeked over his shoulder to see your slightly reddened face before looking forward, strongly focused on one thing.

"continue what you've started."

A small laugh slipped out of him, your nose tickling his neck as you hid your face in it, immediately knowing what he was implying and well...

You weren't complaining.

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No one would have expected it but... our boy's pretty easy to rile up 😤😩

yall think he cute and innocent?? Nah nah he wanna get into that shi* too like hes a whipped and legit down bad man for his love rightfully so ✋✋

dw after yall r done, he'll def bring back the topic of "naming his friend/-s" and welp

u better be ready to spend ur weekend on that kinda thing 💀💀💀 and yall gonna settle on the either cutest or most ridiculous shit...

Its either "Groundbreaker 500, The Nightmare of All" or "sugarberry twinkle star" 🤓🤓 if he wants to honor the place he found it (like in the beginning ^), uhhhhhh 🤨

This btch's name is gonna be "leftover bread" or smth bc it was on it when he found that thing💀

yall cant convince me otherwise BYE 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

LOL, this got way too long and i kinda got carried away but that always happens with him 😩😩😩 maybe rushed at the end but i hope u r happy with this @soysaucefu 💅💕💕

[wooahaes]

Can u pleasee make a fic of seungkwan being clingy drunk😭😭 the vlive today shows how clingy he is...(calling friends just to say he loves them, TRYING TO KISS DK?? clinging onto jeonghan) seriously begging for one cause he's honestly so cute wahhh

me regretting not watching that vlive </3

love sick

pairing: non-idol!seungkwan x gn!reader

word count: 1.3k~

warnings: drunk seungkwan. help him. also reader teases him a little and he almost cries bc he’s drunk lmao.

daisy’s notes: woo baby im love sick girl... the day i stop naming fics after shinee songs is the day shinee stops slapping (so.. literally never)

Despite the initial embarrassment of answering Seungkwan’s call with a “hi, baby!” only to immediately be met with Jeonghan’s voice (he laughed it off while you were busy being mortified, making some comment about how he didn’t know you liked him like that), you were glad to make your way over to his apartment. Seungkwan had gone over to have dinner and drink with him and a few friends, and you, being the loving partner that you were, told him to just let you know whenever he needed to be picked up and to take care of himself. He left you with a peck on the lips and a promise to call you as soon as he’s done being social for the night, and that had been that. But you could hear his drunk blubbering in the background of Jeonghan calling you from his phone (apparently he’d been trying to stop Seungkwan from calling another one of his friends to tell them he loved them) about how much he loved his friends to Seokmin, who’d just been kind of laughing along with patient “I know”s bubbling up every so often.

And he was still doing it when you showed up to gather your drunken boyfriend before he could say anything incriminating. God knows some of his friends wouldn’t hesitate to use it to tease him later on. You laughed when he tried to plant (another, apparently) a kiss on Seokmin’s cheek, saying something about how much he appreciated and loved him as one of his best friends before gasping the moment he saw you. He had wrapped his arms around you tight, slightly wobbly like a newborn deer since he stumbled on his way over to you, and you could feel him press a tiny kiss against your neck.

“Let’s go home,” you gently pushed him back to look at how flushed his face was.

He turned back to his friends, waving, “I love you guys! I’ll see you tomorrow--”

If he’s not hungover as hell, you thought to yourself as you gently nudged him to get his shoes while you went to hug Jeonghan.

“Thank you for calling me,” you said. “How much did he drink?”

Jeonghan stole one glance to where Seungkwan had sat down on the floor to carefully put his shoes back on. “Plenty.”

“I’ll let you know when we get home,” you told him, already making your way over to give Seokmin a quick hug considering he’d been giving you puppy dog eyes the moment you let go of Jeonghan. “Drink some water,” you told both of them, “and get some sleep, okay?”

You were met with a “thanks, mom,” in response, but the thought was still appreciated. Maybe you could bring Seungkwan back over with breakfast tomorrow, if everyone wasn’t feeling like shit.

The moment you and Seungkwan leave their apartment, he wrapped his arm around yours to link the two of you together. “Thank youuu for coming to take care of me,” he hummed. “You’re always so nice to me.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at that: of course you were nice to him, he was your boyfriend. “Watch your step,” you said to him as the two of you started down the stairs, while you mentally cursed the fact the elevator was out. “We gotta hurry before I get in trouble for parking where I did.”

His eyes narrowed at you. “Did you park somewhere illegal?”

Technically, you weren’t blocking anything, but you’d dealt with plenty of assholes before who’d complain about you staying stopped for a second too long. “Let’s just get to the car.”

Thankfully, getting Seungkwan to your car was easy enough. You ended up cracking his window down as soon as you were back in the drivers‘s seat, and made a comment that he should tell you whenever he started to feel sick because you knew he’d feel bad if he threw up in your car... again. The last time was met with a thousand apologies and a promise to clean things up as if you didn’t do it already (the things you do for loved ones...), followed by a promise to make it up to you however you wanted him to.

He’d started messing with his phone again anyway, finding someone’s contact and dialing it. No hesitation, he put it on speaker.

“Seungkwan?” You could hear Vernon’s voice over the speaker. “Hey?”

Seungkwan mumbled out his other best friend’s name--he always swore that you were his number one now--before going quiet. He babbled immediately about how much he loved him and how much he appreciated having him as a friend.

“Love you, too, but--Didn’t Jeonghan call your ride? Where are you?”

“I’ve got him,” you called out. “Sorry, Vernon.”

“See! They’ve got me!” Seungkwan said. “They came to pick me up because they’re my best friend. They’re always so nice to me...”

“Get home safe,” Vernon said. “I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

Soon enough, the car had quieted. Seungkwan had rolled down his window, eyes shut as he felt the wind against his face. He looked up after a few minutes, staring at you for a little too long that you could feel it.

“This is a bad time, but... Are you single?” He asked you quietly. He could see where there was a darker patch of skin underneath your collar, barely hidden by it. 

You thought he was joking. You laughed a little, keeping your eyes on the road. “No, Seungkwan, I have a boyfriend. He’s really cute.”

“Oh...” He trailed off. You spared him a glance and he looked like he would have started sobbing at any moment. “I hope you’re happy with him...”

“Seungkwan, why do you look like you’re going to cry?”

“I just--” He started, wiping at his eyes. “I always really liked you a lot, and I was really scared I’d ruin our friendship if I told you. You’re always so nice to me and you listen and you take care of me and--and you’re so nice! Is it Mingyu? Are you dating Mingyu?” He frowned. “I get it... Mingyu’s hot and tall and he can cook and--”

You needed to keep an eye on how much he drank from now on. Just to be sure he’ll be fine. “Kwannie... We’re dating. I was just teasing you.”

He stopped his blubbering immediately, staring at you. “We are?” He cracked a smile after wiping at his eyes. “Good.”

“Okay, we’re gonna get you some water when we get home and you’re gonna lie down, okay?”

He reached out, taking your hand in his and bringing it up so he could press kisses onto the back of it. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbled. “You’re so nice...”

Bringing Seungkwan back up to your apartment was easy enough. All you had to do was promise to hold his hand the entire way and he was more than happy to stick close to you. You immediately got him water while trying to figure out if he ate while he was with Jeonghan and Seokmin, because you might need to get some actual food in him if he didn’t. Drinking on an empty stomach was always a bad idea, but it happened. You get him fed and plenty of water into his system before helping him get dressed for bed. You still had a few things you needed to do before you crashed for the night, but your boyfriend was cozy enough.

“Wait, wait,” he reached out, fingers brushing against your wrist. “You forgot something.”

You turned back, and he smiled at you before tapping at his own lips. Dork. But he was your dork. You planted a quick peck against his lips, and he stopped you before you could pull away. Just to plant one of his own against yours.

“I’m glad I’m in love with you,” he mumbled.

You were glad, too.

general taglist: @wonuziex @twancingyunhao

[serene-sabo]

LITERALLY JUST FINISHED THE LAST EPISODE AND IM RAMBLING A TONNN

NINE SWITCHED UP WAY TOO FAST AT THE END THERE?? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT. we all knew he'd get redeemed and i love that, but WHYYY did it happen so fast?! he was literally SO mad. he had a change of heart JUST LIKE THAT?? 😭🧐 AND THEN ALL I GET IS A LOUSY HUG AFTER *EVERYTHING* THAT JUST WENT DOWN?? GIRL GIVE ME TEARS. GIVE ME A DEEP EMOTIONAL ANGSTY TALK GAAAHHH

the whole war fighting scene was so longgg i LOVE action/fighting but damn that was abt 4 or 5 episodes of back to back fighting. i was like okay plzzzz plz hurry it up now lmao

and i just rly RLY wish they fleshed out the rest of the alt characters besides nine. i want to FEEL for the others but i dont... i feel like they were just there ;-; i feel like rusty and thorn were handled somewhat well, but no where near as great as nine. they didnt get enough screentime/development >:/

lemme throw in some pros so i dont seem ungrateful 😳 i RLY loved the drama this season - nine's betrayal and seeing him so insanely angry was SUCH a treat

and omgggg THE WAY SONIC PROTECTED NINE FROM EVERYONE NEAR THE END THERE?? MY HEART IS OUT OF CONTROLLL I CANT STOP THINKING ABT IT. sonic couldnt and NEVER gave up on himmm HE'S SO KIND

i cant even talk abt the shadow/sonic interactions. im speechless. im so dissapointed we didnt get a cheesy scene of them afterwards

also and finally... what the hell was that ending. dont mess with meeee DONT MESS WITH ME. GIVE ME ANOTHER SEASON RIGHT NOW OR JUST SETTLE DOWN AND BE QUIET. BE QUIET‼️

[ohfallingdisco]

I HAVENT BEEEN. IN MY BYLER FIC ITIME RECENTYL.

BJUT

BUT.

POST THE SHARPEST LIVES ON TUMBLR DOT COM RN!!!! WHEELER SIBLINGS FEELS??? AND ANGST??? AND MCR TITLE?????

[if you want to and hi and im being polite but i Must know more]

HII yeah no i totally get it lol, but The Sharpest Lives came on shuffle as i was writing what was meant to be a simple oneshot (!!!), and this happened—so, like, the power of mcr or something?…

anyway enjoy my favorite (huge) part lmao

tw for discussions (kind of) about period-typical homophobia

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Will staggered, breathing suddenly loud. 

The Party turned to look at him, but they all stayed frozen. His eyes were shut, but fluttering rapidly over a single tear running down his face. 

Mike felt cold fear wash over him like a bucket of ice. It was all he could do to blink the spots away. 

Carefully, El stepped to Will’s side—probably the person in the most danger, if what they all thought was happening was true—but as soon as her fingers brushed his arm, Will let out a tiny sob, sinking to the ottoman behind him and curling into El’s shoulder. 

“Go,” he pleaded, voice strained, “you need to…please—” 

“No,” she cut in, hugging him tighter. “No. You need me. We’ll fight him together.” 

Max spoke up from her corner of his living room. “Wait, El—” 

“No,” she fought, cradling Will’s head. 

“It’s not time yet,” Will gasped, starting to lean away. His efforts were made worthless by the seize in his shoulders that made him fall back onto her, more tears leaking out. “He won’t come if there’s nothing to come for. Please, El.” 

“He’s right,” Dustin said quietly, broken. “We can’t fight the Mindflayer and Vecna. Some of us have to go.” 

“I’m not ready for him to die yet, either!” she screamed, face crumbling as she clutched at his shirt. “I can’t lose you, I can’t,” she sobbed, burying her face in his hair and crying. 

Really. 

Full-on crying. 

She cared about Will as much as he did.

So—? He wanted to strangle himself, suddenly, for being the world’s best—Mike hurried forward, his head clearer than it had felt in years. 

He was still who he always was. Why was he always afraid, now? He would rather fistfight the Mindflayer and lose to that bitch than let him take someone else. 

Especially not his friends. 

“El,” he said softly, brushing his fingers over her back. “I get it. I’m sorry. Go.” 

“No, you don’t understand,” she cried, trying to push him away. “None of you do, I need—” 

“El,” Will choked, sounding seconds away from a panic attack, “listen to Mike. I need you gone.” 

Dustin sobbed quietly behind him. 

“Yeah, Mike gets all the credit,” Max mumbled, sounding close to tears herself. “Come on. Give him space.” 

That broke her off, and she stepped back, looking lost as she met their eyes in turn. “Will,” she whispered. 

“I love you,” he replied, dropping his face down and wrapping his arms around his head. “Now get the hell out.” 

Lucas stepped forward to pull her under his arm, tears flowing freely and silently. “We really love you, man,” he said, and drew a deep gulp of air before steering Will’s sister out. “Let’s—give him some space, yeah?” 

Max in her chair and Dustin followed them out. Before Dustin shut the door, he looked back and met Mike’s gaze. “You coming?” he asked, clearly trying not to sound too depressed. 

Mike shook his head emphatically, crossing his arms. “Take care of her, okay?” 

He smiled brokenly back at Mike, eyes flicking to Will’s hunched frame. “Take care of him,” he returned, and looked at Mike with sad eyes one last time before letting the door click shut. 

The resulting silence was suffocating. 

Then a tiny shudder escaped Will’s mouth, his back shivering, and Mike dropped to his knees in between Will’s. “Hey,” he tried, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Hey, what do I do?” 

Will’s head snapped up, eyes open and wild in a frenzy. They slammed shut again as soon as he made eye contact, and Will groaned through pursed lips. 

“Michael,” he huffed, flexing his fingers on his knees. “Why didn’t you leave?” 

“Because that’s a stupid idea, I’m not always stupid, and you’re not dying here,” he argued, trying to keep his voice level. 

“Bullshit.” Every line of Will’s body read anger, but as he threw his head back, all Mike could think was how he couldn’t let him die. “I can’t try very hard anymore. Go with the others.” 

He stared at the plaid on Will’s shirt, maybe just a little too distracted by the position he suddenly found himself in. “I—no. Shit, Will.” 

“Mike, I’m infected again whether you like it or not, and I’m not going to just sit here and let you get killed with me.”

“As if that’s your choice,” he hissed, taking Will’s hands between them. “It’s my house, anyway, why do you think any of this is your choice?” 

“Because I’m the one dying, Mike!” he yelled, raspy. 

“Bullshit,” he repeated, squeezing Will’s hands hard. “Bull—you know it’s bullshit, so why are we even having this talk right now?” 

“I’m pretty sure this counts as a fight,” Will snarked, scoffing. “Three major fights in as many years, Mike, that’s not what best friends do.” 

“What if I don’t care?” he flung back, grabbing onto Will’s biceps. “What if I don’t give a shit, Will, you’re my best friend no matter how many times we have to—” 

Soft, warm lips brushed his forehead, and his mind stuttered, frowning. They didn’t usually act this…parental, with each other, did they? 

Then a thick, cloudy vine crashed through his mom’s window, shattering glass all over her nice rug, and everything went to hell. 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” Will breathed, clutching Mike’s biceps hard. “You were supposed to be gone…” 

He gulped. With a slimy Upside Down vine slithering through his living room, looking for the one thing that thankfully mattered more to Mike than himself, everything seemed more—real. 

“I’m not leaving, Will,” Mike repeated, shaky as he stared at the plant on his floor. It was really a shame that his family would have to find him dead with Will in their living room at some point, but… 

“I wish you would,” Will said one more time. 

“No.” Mike looked back at him. 

A beat. Then, “Promise?” Will whispered, somehow managing to grip his biceps tighter. His voice trembled, and Mike hated it. 

He stopped fighting the ridiculous urge and wrapped his arms tight around Will’s waist. There was nowhere left for Mike’s cheek except pressed up against his chest, but Will didn’t seem to mind, so he didn’t move. He could hear Will’s heart, here. The only downside was he would know exactly when—and how—the Mind Flayer got him. “I love you so much,” he admitted quickly, risking everything. “Like, in…in a love way.” 

He felt a sharp stutter of breath from Will’s chest. His best friend’s arms slipped around his shoulders, holding him close. 

“I mean—we’re going to die here, anyway. Yeah, why not. Mike, I’m. I’m not like the rest of Hawkins. They’ve always been right about me. I’ve been in love with you since I knew what that meant.” 

Oh.

Oh.

Wait. Just…wait. 

Wow. Um. 

…Oh. 

This so happened to be an incredibly successful last few moments before death. His heart felt like it was skipping and swooning, as dumb as it sounded, making him feel lighter than he had in…well, years. He released a shaky breath against Will’s shirt, and Will’s arms tightened around his back. 

Oh my god, he was so far gone for this boy. He was so perfect. His missing part. 

It was almost enough to make him forget the demon literally in the room. 

Wait. No. Scratch that. It was. 

That’s why it was such a shock when it happened. He shivered as an ice-cold tentacle started slithering over his ankles, oozy and heavy. A startled sob slipped out against Will’s chest. 

Shit. He had meant to die quietly, keep Will from watching. It was obvious, from the scrabbling grasp at his shirt and spike in Will’s breathing, that he was watching very closely, now. 

“Will,” he demanded, tapping his fingers against his side, “tell me a story. Will…Will the Wise and his Paladin.” 

“I can’t, Mike,” Will gasped, burying his face in his hair. “No, no, I can’t lose you like this, Mike—” 

“I’m still here, Will! Talk to me. Will the Wise.” 

A broken sob. “Mike—we were all supposed to make it. I thought we were all gonna make it.” 

“I know,” he soothed, and found he didn’t mind. Comforting Will gave him a place to fit. “A little—ah—wooden…wooden cottage like Castle Byers, and, uh…a picture of us framed above our bed.” 

Will sobbed again, trying to pull Mike impossibly closer. “You can’t be my Bob, I can’t do it, I need you—” 

“I trust you,” he cut in, as another tentacle started slithering up his back, turning Mike’s spine ice cold. “I love you so much. So much. Stay with Dustin and Lucas and El and Max, okay?” 

He gasped. “Not without you. I can’t—” 

“You can,” he insisted, but the tentacles felt too icy and heavy and he couldn’t. He ducked his face into Will’s neck, whimpering. “I’m sorry,” he tried, and it didn’t feel like enough. “I’m sorry, I never meant to—” 

And then the Mind Flayer pushed its way over his shoulder, and he had to stifle a scream, pushing back as hard as he could against the tentacles to try and give Will space to escape. It didn’t work. 

Gently, Will’s shaking hands came up to curl into his hair. The tentacle was slung across both their shoulders, now, tying them impossibly close together, but Mike’s heart stuttered more from Will’s touch than the beast he’d wanted to fight. 

Will’s face was quiet, full of meaning and heart and a deep, primordial ache. Hazel eyes shone in the awful light, and Mike just wanted to—well, he wanted to kiss him. 

A lot. 

“Hey, Mike, I’m glad you did,” he admitted, heaving a deep breath. “Alright? I—I would rather die knowing I was better for loving you, than regret never taking that chance.” 

Oh, god. 

“And…and if that means dying here with you, because I guess it does, than at least I’m with you. I’m…” His voice trailed off, breaking into a sob, and his forehead fell down against Mike’s. 

The Mind Flayer had practically already completely entombed them. It had been faster, before, hadn’t it? When Billy died…another William, oh god…

“I love you,” Mike whispered, fingers clenching in the back of Will’s shirt. “So much. I’ll see you later, okay? Later.” 

Will sniffed, breath warm against Mike’s face. “I’ll see you in the Upper Planes,” he promised, just a little bit of his old Cleric intonation peeking through. 

God. If this was how Mike had to go, he was just happy to be with Will. 

He just…

There were…there were sounds outside the window. 

Rocks, voices, someone crying, it was…there was someone besides the Mindflayer outside his house? 

A loud bullet shot past his head, and he yelped, eyes shooting open. Will’s eyelids were still fluttering, the room the same as it was before. It was just…outside sounds. 

They were shooting at them? What the—? 

“Will, hey, stay still,” Mike instructed, glancing towards where the bullet had gone. He thought it might have lodged in the wall. What kind of shitty guns were they using? 

He felt his breath catch. “What?” 

“Will,” Mike said again, “listen.” 

A bang, and a grunt from just inside the window. They were coming in. 

“Boys?” Nancy said, a click as she reloaded—hang on, that was his sister. His sister. 

It was like a dam broke all at once at her voice, letting loose a dangerous flood. A sob broke out of him, churning his stomach. 

“Mike?” Nancy asked urgently, just before another shot rang out. There came a low hiss from the icy arm slithered up his back, and he felt it start to writhe. The slime made him feel like puking. “Mike, I need you to talk. Come on, talk to me…” 

Another harsh reload. A hand was holding the back of his head, joining in the pleas for him to say something. He was dimly aware that his head had tipped back, but he didn’t think he had the energy to do anything about it. Something hurt, too, behind him. He wondered what. 

A shot. A screech from his back, and he was being pulled backward. Hands grabbed his wrists, fighting for him, but the suction was too strong. 

A sticky tentacle slapped over the back of his head, and the world cut to black as he just kept falling. 

••• 

So. The hospital air was gross. 

Nancy might never have been as close to her little brother as her boyfriend to his, or even half as nice, but she wanted him to be able to say at least she was there when he really needed her. 

Of course, he couldn’t know she had been by his bedside all day, and they had no idea when he would wake up (at least he would), but she wanted to be here. Jon’s friend Argyle had taken Will to eat (at least he would), so it was just her and her brother in his bright white hospital room. He had gotten out of surgery yesterday, for the massive patches of welts, cuts, and bruises, all over his back, and been moved straight here to sleep off the surgery on his stomach (at least he could). They suspected he might also have a concussion, but the worst of it had been circumvented by how quickly she had managed to shoot Mike free. Or whatever other bullshit explanation the doctors decided to market. 

Will, with his bruised, popped elbow and fractured shin, had been in here almost as much as she had, but she’d been let in first, so she had a little more time clocked. So far, she had been the only member of Mike’s family in the room. She had given permission for the surgeries, so she had no idea if their mom had even been contacted. Even if they were, Ted would still stay out of town with Holly. 

She was doing everything she could to help Mike out. So was it too selfish of her to wish, at the same time, that she could be out there, too, hunting down the monsters they had to beat to get to Vecna? 

Nothing had even shown up at their house. Just terrifying, tentacled vines, apparently quicker than anything else the Upside Down had produced so far. Steve and Dustin were coasting around town looking for more, Robin was keeping an eye on the high school gym, and Jonathan, Lucas, and Erica were barricading Nancy and Mike’s house—apparently, a sweet spot for paranormal activity. They were at most risk of getting cornered by Vecna. She kept telling herself that didn’t terrify her. Max was running comms, relaying important information between the groups with Cerebro because of its wider reach and clearer sound. Will had confessed he wanted to stay by Mike’s side in case of government overreach, and because of it she had even considered leaving Mike in his care to go help defend the town. But, once Jonathan’s friend Argyle had shown up to take Will away, she had almost made up her mind to stay. 

Mike looked better, yes—but not good. And the tentacle creatures had clearly been targeting him, from what she had seen in the living room. Was he at risk of Vecna, then, for more than just a connection to El? 

She wished she knew someone who would know. It must be nice, she thought, a bitter smile pulling at her lips, to be eighteen and not already have been a bitter, sour adult for years. She had done her best to set a decent example for her siblings. Maybe they, at least, could get it right. 

Nancy leaned back in her chair, a huff escaping her lips. She let herself sigh, tipping her head back. 

Another thing she was avoiding was how this felt like it could also be sitting at her brother’s side after he got hate-crimed for his friendship with Will. It was always something she’d been worried about, all too aware of the way people looked at him when they went out, how Ted had only started to recede into something that made her mother guilty after his son started gushing slightly too much about his friend at the dinner table. It was nowhere on the same level, she knew, but…she thought she might have some inkling of how the surface of it could feel, between Vecna and the terrible week Will went missing where her name was plastered up all over dozens of signs across Hawkins. 

Mike was not into girls. She hadn’t thought, when he was dating El, to bring it up—maybe he’d changed his mind?—but now she saw clearer than ever that her little brother still hung off his best friend’s every word. 

He was such a repressed sap, when he was awake. And he couldn’t keep his own secrets for shit. Her brother would inevitably tell her soon, as he was running off on some other life-or-death mission. Then he would hate her for pointing it out, probably cuss at her until she stopped, and they could laugh it off. She hoped he would do it. 

The Wheelers were not the Byers. They would never be Joyce, Will, or Jonathan, but they would be okay. She wanted him to be able to say she would be there for him, should he need her. 

The door to the room swung open, and a nurse appeared, pushing a tray filled with damp cloths, water, and ointments—nothing too dangerous. He gave Nancy a tired smile, sneakers squeaking as moved to Mike’s side.

His face was strangely glassy. She wondered how many deaths he’d had to deal with since Hawkins cracked like an egg all over. 

“Your friends are in the hallway,” the nurse informed her blankly. “You might trade out for some sleep while you can.” 

—

…aaaaand ending it there because it’s really a BEAST of a fic which i don’t have completely finished yet (and was totally meant to originally be a oneshot 😭) lmao hope it was decent!! <3

[birdybirdnerd]

if you are still taking these (know you reblogged it a fair while ago just. forgot to send one in when seeing it then lmao),, could asking of stannarrator 31 "…after a small rejection", or 34 "... to pretend" ??

OUGHH these are both good, it was hard to pick but im a sucker for fake dating and i had more of an idea for the latter so here goes

31: A kiss... to pretend.

Stanley struggled to lug the heavy suitcase out of the trunk of the taxi, cursing silently as the wheel hooked on the latch and the whole thing tipped over, landing on the pavement with an awkward clatter. He wiped his forehead and slammed the trunk shut, righting the Narrator's suitcase next to his own, already on the sidewalk, as the man himself finished dealing with the driver.

"Hurry, Stanley, hurry!" he urged as the cab drove away, grabbing the handle of his luggage and all but running up the steps to the hotel. "The opening remarks are starting, I need to dig out my notes and get there before my slot-"

Stanley huffed, following as fast as he could without tripping over his feet.

The lobby was crowded and noisy, an immediate awful sensation on Stanley's ears. He turned down the volume on his hearing aid until it everything faded closer to a background chatter, and rushed to catch up to where the Narrator already approached the front desk.

"-yes yes, that's us, please just hurry, we're going to miss my presentation," the fellow was saying. His hands pattered on the desk as the receptionist searched for their keys.

"Here you are!" she chirped happily. "One queen-size suite, for the happy couple."

Stanley cringed and felt the Narrator do so as well. The fact that they'd had to take the final available room at the hotel so last minute had kind of slipped their minds.

He opened his mouth to say that no, actually, they weren't a couple, the hotel had just been so massively overbooked - all of them had, with the conference going on - that they'd had to settle for what was left- but the Narrator, in his infinite wisdom and boundless anxiety, was already going along with the assumptions made.

"Yes, yes, thank you! That's us, the happy couple, Stanley here supporting me in my writing career. We can't wait for after the conference, I've heard there's so many wonderful romantic restaurants around town that we simply must try out, isn't that right, dear?"

He met Stanley's eyes, his own wide and panicked as his mouth moved without his say-so.

Stanley sighed. Might as well; they were in too deep now.

He nodded, smiling tightly, and wrapped an arm around the fellow's stiff shoulders. "Can't wait," he whispered, before his throat once again closed up after depositing its daily allowance of words.

The receptionist grinned at them. "Aww, you two are cute. Well, have fun!"

"Thank you!" the Narrator exclaimed with a too-wide grin.

They started off towards the elevator, before he checked his watch and suddenly cursed. "Oh no, time slipped away- my slot is next! Stanley, I'm so sorry but I need to run, would you mind terribly taking our luggage up to the room?" Before he'd even finished speaking, he had already dropped to his knees to dig through his suitcase for his folder full of talking points.

Closing his eyes and counting to ten, Stanley shook his head slightly, before nodding.

"Thank you!" The Narrator rose, manila folder clutched tight to his chest. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. See you in a few!"

Before either of them had a chance to react, the fellow leaned in and pecked a quick kiss on Stanley's lips.

They both froze.

The Narrator's mouth worked as he tried to figure out what to say. Stanley's mouth simply dropped open.

"...okay leaving now BYE!"

And the Narrator fled without another word.

[thegirlwhoimagined]

Slut talk artem eh? Lmao, as you wish

Artem had the sluttiest body out of the main four imo.

How do i explain it

It feels like he is a lot more masculine than the other three. Maybe its because he is older and is a lawyer. But i know for a fact that his hands are much bigger than Rosa's. He likes to spray perfume before going to work. He likes watching the expression on rosa's face.

Meeting up with him during winter in a crowded street. It's snowing, Rosa is trembling from the cold when she sees Artem coming towards her in a hurried pace.

Artem's cheeks are pink because of the cold, and the embarassment of being late. He is out of breath. Slight sweat is running down his forehead. His breath comes out in little clouds because of it.

My personal headcanon is that Darius smokes, so Artem sometimes get that scent on his suit as well. So it's possible to get a whiff of smoke on him. But it's never too much or disgusting. He takes great attention to that. I imagine that he takes off his coat and jacket in the middle of winter whenever Darius smokes so the scent doesn't stay on them lmao. Imagine a trembling Artem next to a smoking Darius who is used to his nonsense. Darius has tried to tell him that he can stop smoking next to him if it bothers him, but he refused. So Darius kind of let him suffer in silence after that.

He is a mature man okay. Im in shambles. He probably takes your hand gently and guides you if you are inexprienced on how to touch him. But he is also afraid to touch you. Aaaa he is so cute

This.

This is perfection.

I love this so much. Also I'm so sorry I didn't see this. Tumblr never told me this was in my askbox

[bitegore]

wip ask game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

high as fuck stoned writing

Hook was in hell.*

Orpheus motormaster

motormaster impalement

Stunticon Hauntingfic

war/peace - megop challenge

awful no good very bad vortex torturing swindle fic

megastar thingA relationship was a carefully balanced*

what is a "gender", I am a car

consequences of your actions

It was less of a sound than a feeling.*

“You can’t do this!” Vortex said, hurrying to*

rex and adder not recognizing each other

pharma kidfic

Wildrider jerked upright, flailing wildly. He clipped Drag Strip on the helm*

bait paradox

Simultaneous curves arc*

Motormaster glared down at Wildrider, who*

Zero Point shook out their sleeves and reconfigured*

Motormaster was fine.*

It came up in one of those officer meetings Mot*

big fucking gun

bait gets rotorstorm

dysfunctional bulkhead fuck yeah

vortex being just so annoying to ravi vos

evil not bdsm

So it wasn't like Motormaster cared that much about what he looked like*

mm wr awkwardest cuddles ever

postwar mm on sanctuary gets investigated for DV

Vortex being a Menace to everyone around him but mostly Onslaught

Advisory Board

down at mcdonaldz

vortbait

metal bones

wildrider and brawl movie nights

bulkhead's life is SO DIFFICULT please this SUCKS :((((( be NICE to him

Context; Stranger Things fic

pretty privilege jack-o pose

why did u set us up u asshole

backup from tumblr on account of tumblr being shit

have some reading comprehension, feat Haven

i have.... so many wips. mostly transformers with some oc stuff scattered in there. i'm not finding the rest, i have a whole other laptop with more stuff on there im not digging out right now. i don't have anything named "untitled" or anything because of how i have my autosave set up here but if you want me to get the ones on the other computer there will be a lot of "fdjshdfjdk.txt" and "sdfghjk.txt" because i don't have that there lmao

Notes: anything marked with an asterisk (*) is just saved as the first line of the thing I've got going in there. Anything in red needs a major AO3 warning of some kind and anything in blue is regular NSFW without like fucked up sex or major character death (or both. usually both) attached.

[audie430]

can i request fruits basket characters (you can choose) comforting a stressed/overworked reader?

ofc! tysm for requesting :D

I hope that this can make you smile, if you need anything just lmk, dont forget to drink some water! xoxo audie

Fruits Basket characters comforting overwhelmed/stressed reader

characters included: tohru, kyo, yuki, shigure, momiji,

might do hatsuharu separately

Tohru Honda

SWEETEST ANGEL EVER

i aspire to be her🌸🍡✨️

anyways to the oneshot

this girlie trusts you w her life so if you say that 'you're fine' ngl she WILL believe you

It might take this cinnamon roll a few days but once she realizes that you have bags under your eyes, you're on high alert, and you're fidgeting.. mom mode is on

once she has a gentle grasp on your hand, it's over for you: she has won

she'll take you to her house so you can relax in a new setting

just pretend the boys aint there😁👍🏻

she will ofc cook you some comfort food of your choice, which most likely contains some rice

maybe she'll tell you the story of the onigiri and the plum in its back (i think thats the story lmao dkdnd)

after eating, she'll most likely lay your head on her lap and play with your hair (long or short) and just caress your jaw and maybe down your arms

just her touch makes you tingly, she's the master of relaxation

SHE WILL RUN YOU A BATH I SWEAR

some words that she would say:

"I wish you would've told me sooner, I would have been more prepared"

"no matter what, I'm on your side!"

"so you can relax now, breathe w me! slowlyyyy, yay! you can rest now, it's just us"

"there there, you can ask us for help. We're here for you"

Kyo Sohma

tsundere cat fr

he's shy but will help in his own way

he def does the little things that you don't think about:

like putting away dishes

and he's the one leaving a can of your fav soda outside your door anonymously

he remembers the little things and his love language is def acts of service, prove me wrong👩🏻‍⚖️

if its exam season, he will give you an extra set of notes or help you cheat somehow from across the room

if its another matter, he'll get the guts to give you a hug

lets just say he wont turn into a cat😃

i feel like every character would run you a bath before hand idk why🤷🏻‍♀️

he will take your turn cooking dinner and buy your fav fast food

if you're closer to him, you can hide in his room, he'll get you some more blankets so you can hibernate

he def gives those lil shoulder pats

and headpats too ofc

imagine that small lil smile when you start to feel better😭😭

some words he would say are:

"hurry up and feel better already, this aint like you"

"IF SOME BASTARD DID SMTH, I'LL MAKE EM PAY"

"you can let it out, its just me here yk?"

Yuki Sohma

idc I will forver pick this rat over kyo🧍🏻‍♀️

also my friend didnt like him until they learned his fam was rich💀

im getting distracted so anyways

HES SO KIND

if you overwork yourself and get sick like tohru did in the pilot, he'll spare his clothes

and yes.. run you a bath

i feel like he's the type to grasp onto your shoulder, firm yet gentle and he will tell you to take a break

he'll take up your chores as well, he wants you resting as much as possible

yes, its canon that he will help you study

he always gives you support no matter why youre stressed

always always ALWAYS gives you advice, he's big brother material

gives gentle hugs, the kind that linger for a while even after he lets go

the kind that make you want MORE😭

but he'll only give you a hug if you ask, he's smart but too dumb to realize if you want physical support

and when youre in your ✨️stress era✨️ he will have that soft, kind voice that you would use for a fussy child or baby

yes he will treat you like a child

some of his words he would say are:

"hey, hey, hey whats going on? why are you upset?"

"are you crying? was it kyo?"

"hush now, I'll finish up your chores. Why dont you take a bath in the meantime?"

Shigure Sohma

bark bark

will tease you if you dont ask for help

he won't be much of a help ngl

will put on a drunk uncle act and try to be affectionate w you

and yes it will be the most uncomfy experience of your life

get those nasty sticky fingers out from under my skirt pls

his love language is gifts for sure, he likes buying stuff🙄

hopefully its just some pretty tulips and not lingerie

I LOVE PINK TULIPS

poor tohru😔😔 that dress looked so pretty, i wonder if she ever saw it-

anyways he's not the most helpful 4/10

"heyyy, whats with the waterworks? did some boy break your heart?"

"don't worry about those other kids, they don't realize how special you are"

"soo.. i bought you a little gift"

Momiji Sohma

MY ABSOLUTE FAV

I WANT TO MARRY BUNNY BOY

ahem**

sweetest 2nd to tohru, will buy you gifts, help with your chores/work, take you out to the park, and will let you cry into his shoulder

he's like a quadrouple threat ig?

i think he would take you out on a walk, most likely

shows you the prettiest places fr

and then comforts you if front of the sunset

will use a soft voice like yuki to make you spill your worries

I FEEL LIKE HE IS SO SMART WHEN IT COMES TO EMOTIONS

he's the top of his psychology class probs

but that means using lil brain tricks to make you cry which is mean >:(

but highly affective👍🏻

He will kiss your tears away and tell you stories to distract you

holds your hand the whole time >>

some words:

"wah?! hey, whats wrong?? oh I know smth that'll cheer you up hehe!"

"shhh, it's all alright now. I'm here.. I'm heree. shhhh"

"rest on my shoulder, I'll wake you up when we gotta go"