#This was a hella fun prompt to write though

[gaogaigar-the-king]

I wish you would write a fic where...

Warframe meets Among Us

An interesting concept, hmm...

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They were just a small merchant vessel. Making their way across the Solar Rails, peddling wares from one settlement to the next among the stars, desperately trying to scrape by enough credits just to keep their ship in one piece and their supplies stocked comfortably.

Random minor systems going wrong was nothing new. Shit, it was even joked about amongst the crew. The ship was old and she had certainly seen better years in her lifetime. They made sure all maintenance of essential systems was kept on top of - Nobody wanted to lose life support in the middle of space, after all - but if the lights in one section of the ship went out? Well, who gave a damn, they all had torches anyway.

Such simple failures were the norm that at first nobody took notice of them.

"Lighting on Deck B2 is out again." A tired crewman told the Systems Engineer.

She heaved a sigh, turning in her seat on the bridge. "Send Seph to fix it, and tell him to do a proper damned job this time."

The crewman shook his head. "Seph never turned up for his duty shift and nobody can contact him."

That was a bigger cause for alarm. The ship was already understaffed, several of the crew had taken ill and needed to be left behind at their last stop, dumping them into the care of local, better equipped medical facilities while the remaining members loaded up with cargo.

She turned to the Captain, and the old man didn't even wait for her to ask. "Go get it sorted." He ordered.

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A figure in the guise of a crewman's uniform stalked towards the belly of the ship. It was looking, sniffing, seeking something, easing it's way unheard and unseen through the hidden ducts and shafts of the ship.

Eventually though, it had to drop out from those. In an empty hall, it reformed itself into the shape of a man, filling itself out into the suit it wore and letting the uncomfortable garb reseal itself, perfectly obscuring the true nature of what was lurking beneath.

It paused, re-orienting it's senses for a moment, repositioning itself, before walking towards the heart of what powered the vessel.

It's goal was guarded by a single lone, exhausted human. The click-clack of it's heavy boots across the metal alerted the human to it's presence.

"Seph, your duty shift started three hours ago." There was a frustrastion and exhaustion in the woman's voice when she spoke.

It didn't answer. The human was in it's way, it couldn't complete it's objective when she was here... But she was alone. It would be easy to make her disappear, just as it had made Seph disappear. Better yet, the human was making it easier as she got up and strolled towards it.

"Well, you can enjoy the dressing down you'll get from-" Her words as she passed it were cut off in a flash as she was impaled from behind by an impossibly sharp appendage, spearing her through the gut and killing her almost instantly. As fast as it had come out, the appendage receded inside of the suit, returning to it's disguise. It looked down at the human, wetting it's long, pointed tongue across it's sharp teeth.

Good.

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"Is Ami not back yet?" The Captain settled back into his seat, some fresh water in hand. The Systems Engineer's seat had been vacant for the last few hours, and it was starting to become concerning.

"Not yet." The Nagivations Officer looked up from his console, tugging on the collar of his suit. "Does it feel warm in here to you as well?"

The Captain simply tapped a finger against his glass of water, earning a grunt of annoyance. "I would ask Ami to take a look, but." He gestured to the empty seat. Though after a moment, he did get up and walk to the console, scratching his white-haired beard as he read through the messages appearing across it. Multiple more minor systems were having hiccups. "We're going to be stuck in the next dock for a while with repairs."

"Thankfully we're close." The Navigations Officer muttered.

"Do we have enough fuel to push it faster?"

"We'll make it there and a little way beyond."

The Captain turned to his First Officer. "Increasing engine speed." She declared, since it was clear what the man was about to ask. He nodded, returning to his seat.

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The sound of the engines thrumming up with more power made the creature feel something akin to happy. It's schedule was being expidited. Things were coming together as planned, though sooner than expected. But that wasn't a problem. Things were still in alignment and, if it needed, it could cause delays.

Playing with minor malfunctions was fun, but it could do much more than that. And it had a purpose here.

The beating heart of the ship, the reactors powering her through the vastness of space. It stood on the walkway between them, breathing in deeply.

Soon. Soon.

It jumped from the walkway, landing on the side of one and twisting inhumanly so that it could climb, claws and other appendages tearing through the suit to give it grip, reaching the point where all four converged. There, it nested, breathing out deeply and letting it feel itself spreading outwards across the many pipes and wires.

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Alarms blared. Cascading multiple systems failure hit the deck, the ship rocking as explosions sounded across her hull and fires raged, suppression systems unable to stop them. Their routes to life capsules had long since been cut off. The Communications Officer was hard at work, sending out SOS in the hopes someone, anyone would save them. The Navigations Officer had his plate full with just trying to keep the ship moving.

"What in the name of Sol is happening?" The First Officer exclaimed, trying her damndest to resolve the errors as they were appearing, struggling to keep on top of the workload.

The Captain scanned his eyes across everything that was malfunctioning, things he knew to have been repaired and in full working order. He took of his hat, wiping his brow that was thick with sweat using a cloth from his pocket.

"We've been sabotaged." He stated calmly, making peace with reality. A somber silence filled the deck.

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The creature fed from the reactors, corrupting and consuming the vessel. The fires and explosions would kill the humans if they didn't choke out of life support first, but it was above such things, unharmed. Immune. Ready to convert the ship for it's own uses. Small, unnoticed, it would be perfect.

It had come here with purpose. It smiled.

Mission Complete.

[justwinginglife]

Omg! Hii!

Anyways, I would love for you to write something like, maybe y/n is petty, because soshiro and y/n were both battling it out for the vice captain job? Soshiro Thinks Y/n hates his guts because shes always roasting him. Oneday, he stumbles opon her diary, and finds out shes actually a die-hard simp

OH MAYBE SHE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE "I love it when he bosses me around' EHEHE

Anyways love your fics!! <3

@soshirohoshinasimp Yay it's you again! Hello dear, so happy you love my fics! Appreciate you so much. I hope you continue writing as well! Also, thank you so much for this prompt, I had so much fun writing it, it's definitely one of my favs.

Follow Me

You and Hoshina butt heads so frequently it was a wonder your heads weren't permanently mashed together at this point.

It started when you both met during the Defense Force Exam- he had already taken down a third of the kaiju in the arena and he had the nerve to snatch one of your kills from you, the attention-seeking bastard. You had your gun aimed and ready, finger curled around the trigger, about to shoot, and he swooped in and sliced the kaiju to bits. In response, you chased him all over the training grounds, sniping every beast he went after before he could even react. And that was how he found out that there was actually someone who could keep up with his speed. Yeah, he was annoyed as shit, which pleased you immensely.

Then, when you were both rookie officers in the same division, you'd constantly be competing over combat power. He'd increase his stamina through vigorous training, bragging to you that he was at 40% and then you'd shoot back that he was still too damn slow because you were at 45%. Then he'd learn a new sword style technique and hit 50% with a smug look on his stupid face and you'd rush to keep up, vowing to him you'd make him choke on your dust one day when you left him behind. Sometimes you'd swear that just the act of pissing you off upped his combat power because it gave him the biggest rush. Some days, you weren't even sure if he cared about the numbers anymore, he just liked to push your buttons. Well you always pushed right back.

You accidentally glimpsed some old pics of Hoshina when he was a kid and you realized he'd had the same haircut his entire life so he must have one hell of a consistent barber. And that barber had to have hella dirt on him, having known him his whole life. So, of course, you tracked down his barber (like any sane person would do, right?) and coaxed him into telling you stories about Hoshina when he was little.

The next day, the base was abuzz with gossip about the time that Hoshina almost drowned at the hair salon because he tried to scoot further up in his chair while his barber was still shampooing him and he hit his head on the faucet, choking down the water in the process, and Hoshina just knew you had something to do with it. After all, how could it have not been you? You had the most satisfied, most devilish look on your face all day, though you never admitted it was you who spread the rumors.

After that day, it seemed nothing was off limits anymore. Hoshina spread hideous pictures of you with braces on when you were a teenager all throughout campus (to this day, you were still unsure how on earth he found them, you thought you'd destroyed all trace of the evidence) and as payback, you hid erectile dysfunction medications in his bag and then slit a hole in the bottom of it so when he spilled the contents of his bag in the locker room the next day in front of all the other officers and then denied it vehemently the other officers just took his denial as further confirmation of his... issue.

But as nasty as both of your pranks seemed, some of them were actually quite amusing, even endearing. You'd had a bad day at work one day and to cheer you up (you think), Hoshina set a litter of puppies loose in your bedroom. You did have a shit ton (pun intended) of shit to clean up after that, but it didn't matter, you'd already cheered up when you saw their adorable wagging tails and big round eyes. So, to repay him, you filled every square inch of his room with bottles of his favorite coffee. He couldn't sleep on his own bed for weeks, but at least he had a long lasting supply of wake-up juice.

And the two of you got to know each other extremely well through all this competing and bickering. He'd figured out what time you liked to go to your favorite bakery and he'd buy out their entire stock of your favorite pastry before you got there. It took you awhile to figure out how they were always cleaned out of only your favorite snack everyday, but then one day you got injured in a fight and you found him leaving a chocolate croissant by your hospital bed when you woke up.

It seemed like things were taking a different turn than you'd thought, and maybe the two of you could actually be friends for once, instead of rivals.

But then you both got the same letter saying that one of you would be the new Vice Captain of the Third Division and it all depended on your performance going forward.

"Only 70% combat power, huh? Not very 'Vice Captain' of you. Maybe I'll have less competition than I thought." You'd smugly say to him in passing.

He'd roll his eyes and say, "Oh yeah? And how's that training of yours going by the way? Cuz I could've sworn I beat you by nearly half a mile in that last marathon, getting slow in your old age?"

You were the same damn age as him. Fucker.

But even though the two of you would tease each other like you always did, you could tell that this time things were different. There were actual stakes on the line and one of your futures would be greatly impacted by this. You were both so young, it would be an impressive feat to be Vice Captain at this age. Both of you wanted that badge of honor to parade around.

Eventually, you were neck and neck. Both about 90% each. For the first time you were evenly matched. It was anyone's call who'd be the next Vice Captain.

It even crossed your mind that neither of you would ever be Vice Captain and the two of you would just be locked in a life long battle to be better than the other. But one day, something changed your mind and changed the course of both of your futures.

You saw him training someone in secret, someone who had absolutely no chance of being in the Defense Force and honestly had no business being in the Defense Force with how weak he was. But Hoshina saw his potential and he spent his free time nurturing that potential. That made you think about all the other little things Hoshina would do like this.

If someone was down about their skill level, he'd always point out something that was so obviously impressive about them and his simple logic would always win them over, cheering them up. Because how could he be wrong if it actually made sense? He'd say it like it was a simple statement, like he was just reciting a fact, but you knew he'd put thought into trying to comfort them.

If a kaiju was particularly difficult to defeat, Hoshina would look at all the angles, strategizing different ways to bring them down, ways that normal people wouldn't even consider. Even if it was crazy, if it was possible, if it would save more people, he'd do it with no hesitation.

He was fearless and strong, but he was also selfless and kind. And you'd started to adore that about him.

So you wrote a letter to the Captain of the Third Division withdrawing your desire to be Vice Captain, saying you'd follow wherever Hoshina led.

It was your little secret. Until it wasn't.

You swore you saw Hoshina coming out of your room one day, but when you didn't find it filled to the brim with anything, didn't see any trace of his usual pranks, you thought you might have imagined things.

But then when he ignored you for an entire week, not even bothering to tease you or respond to your teasing, you knew something was very wrong. You even started to miss him annoying you, and that realization deepened the pit in your stomach even further.

Then he showed up at your door.

"Can I... can I come in?"

You stared at him for a moment. "Um... sure?" You stepped aside awkwardly, unsure what was about to happen, but you missed him so much you'd let it happen anyway.

He paced in front of your desk for a moment and then he finally said, "I got the Vice Captain position."

You smiled. "Congrats. I'm happy for you."

He groaned at that. "Don't. Don't do that, don't say that. I only got the position because of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he could be talking about. Surely he didn't know about your letter... right? "What do you mean? You got the position because you deserved it." Your words were still true, you did feel he was the best person for the job.

"Yeah but you wrote that damn letter. At first I was so pissed at you, and then I was so pissed off at myself for feeling like I couldn't have gotten the spot without you."

You gulped. Well shit. Cat's out of the fucking bag now.

"Hoshina-"

"No, I'm not done yet. Let me finish."

You let him continue but you sank into the couch, feeling like the shock of having this conversation was too much to handle standing.

"I read your diary. I felt like we'd been so stressed lately competing for Vice Captain, I thought a lighthearted joke would bring us back to where we were before, so I wanted to see what I could do to get you to smile again. So I flipped through your diary, and yes, I know where you hide it, don't even give me that look- you're not very good at hiding things and you know I know you too well for this."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. The familiar sound eased your nerves a little. Just a little. You still held your breath as he continued, wondering just how much he read.

"I was shocked by the way, here I was thinking you hated me and I come to find out that you think it's cute when I boss you around and you actually like being around me." He teased, nudging you playfully.

You flushed at that but remained silent.

"But then I read that you'd sent in the letter withdrawing from the running. I was so furious I couldn't even read the rest. So I sulked for a week. But now I'm here. And I want to know why. I know you well enough to know this can't be a joke. You'd never throw away something so important for the sake of a prank, so tell me why. Why'd you do it?" His eyes were desperate and pleading and you knew you couldn't lie to him.

You cleared your throat, meeting his gaze even though every part of you wanted to look away. "I meant what I said. You deserve the position, more than me even. I'm strong, but I don't inspire people the way you do. I'm fast, but I don't rally people the way you do. And I care about people, but you love people. You were meant to do great things and I guess I just realized I wanted to watch you do them. I'll follow wherever you go, Soshiro."

It was his turn to flush now, realizing that this was the first time you'd ever called him by his first name, and with such sincerity no less. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to compose the right words to say. He finally settled on mumbling, "You always were a pain in the ass, you know that?"

You laughed at that, a real genuine laugh and it made him smile. "I could say the same for you. But you know... I can't seem to live without you being a thorn in my side anymore. Is that so strange?"

He shook his head quickly. "I feel the same. It's like I need you near me or I can't go on with my life."

You both go silent as the weight of this realization hits you hard.

"Follow me. Be by my side. Wherever I go, I want you there with me," He said finally, quoting your earlier words. He held a hand out to you and you took it, squeezing it tight and then pressing a kiss to it.

He's shocked but then he says with a smirk, "I think you missed." He points to his lips.

"Yeah, no, you're going to have to buy me dinner first." You tease, nudging him with your shoulder.

He grins widely and you take in the sweet sight.

"I can do that. I'll buy you a million dinners if that's what it takes."

[compact-turtle]

How would all three yans react to having children? Good or bad?

This is actually such a fun prompt and ask! Thank you for sending it in. I'd actually love to write a full post sometime instead of a small little drabble about this! It'd be so much fun imaging one of their daily routines and lives with a family.

Atticus:

-Isn't really that interested in kids unless his darling wants them. At first, he'll try to talk his darling out of it. Gives lists of reasons on why he can't be a dad. Eventually, comes around to it if his darling really wants them.

-He's a strict and stoic father. Makes sure the kids go to bed at a certain time, finish their chores and do their homework. The kids have to be punctual.

-Not a fan of extreme harsh punishments at all. No taking away meals, locking in closets or any of the sorts. Especially, hitting if they don't listen. (His parents used to do it to him which has resulted in a traumatized farmer)

-More type of look at the consequences of your actions. You don't do your homework, then you fail your class. You don't collect eggs from the chicken coop, no eggs for breakfast. You don't feed the dogs, look at them go hungry. (The doggies don't actually go hungry since Atticus secretly feeds them, they're just always begging for food)

-Shows he loves them through his actions instead of words. He'll take them special getaway trips, go bird watching, catch bugs, make presents, etc. He wants his kids to know that he loves them despite his strict behavior. He's trying to break the cycle of generational abuse that came from his parents. It's hard ngl but he makes an effort every day to overcome it.

For readers who imagine pregnancy:

-kisses your belly when you're asleep. Reassures the baby that he'll always take care of them. He would never do it when you're awake since he's nervous you'll deem him as less than manly or "strong".

-Does not let you work on the farm at all!! He hires extra farmhands to replace your usual help. Lectures and scolds you when you try to do anything. Don't you know that an accident could happen any time especially somewhere dangerous like this farm??

-Your safety and the baby's safety are top priority at all times.

-Watches films and tv shows about pregnancy and families. He makes sure to remember all the details so he can be the best father just like on the tv!

-No sexy time at all when pregnant! He's afraid it'll injure the baby. Only complies when his darling coaxes him into it but even then, it took a while.

Orion:

-Hella yea. The only one who's willing to jump on board and be excited for them. Takes the kids out on daily foraging and exploration nearby the home. Teaches them how to jot down information.

-Shows them his notes on all different types of plants, creatures and landscapes. Tells them which things to avoid and how to survive if in contact with dangerous creatures.

-Kids grow an immunity to his terrible cooking. Actually, enjoy it and treat is as an odd delicacy to be savored.

-The children are taught both languages. Darling's for communicating with other members of the species but his in case they need to talk, and others are listening in.

-Reminds the kids how much he adores them and their mother every day. Tells them tales about his home world and adventures with their mother.

-However, his favorite story to tell is about how their mother heroically saved him from death and starvation. Sometimes he embellishes details like

"Oh, your mother also fell in love at first sight with me. They were just too shy to admit it, but I could tell."

-The real question though, are human species able to get darling's species pregnant???

For readers who imagine pregnancy:

-Does darling get pregnant like a human? Orion will have to find out. However, I imagine the way of getting pregnant to be similar, but they don't give birth. Instead, an egg like thing forms within their reproductive system and they push out something similar to an egg.

-The egg would hatch within two months after growing to full term.

-Orion has built a nest for the egg and watches it every night. Proudly tells the egg about all the adventures they'll go on as family.

-Darling insists that Orion doesn't need to baby the egg since the shell is quite strong. Still, he doesn't listen and frets over any small movement from it. Makes little hats and scarves and dresses the egg in it.

-Orion makes sure to take so many notes during this period. What color is the egg? How long before it hatches? How many times does it move in an hour?

-He takes notes in case darling and him decide to have another egg baby. He'll be more prepared second round.

-Enjoys setting the mood up for some sexy time. He feeds you the right food, sets up the small hut just right and everything. Ofc he'll makes sure to cover the baby egg with a blanket. He doesn't want your baby egg to see anything inapposite after all.

Ivar:

-He'd want to wait a few years into marriage. The idea of kids is daunting. He's seen the worse of man and how destructive the world can be. Really nervous about letting kids out into that type of environment. Still, he does desire a family that you'll raise together.

-He's a fun goofy dad. Takes all the stress of the kids when he arrives home. Plays with them, teases them and drains all their energy so you can relax. I'd imagine that Ivar insists that you be a stay-at-home mom while he goes to work.

-Listens to his kid's problems from boyfriend issues to " I can't believe they cancelled my show". Actively enjoys listening to his kids talk about anything and everything.

-Signs his kids up for self-defense classes. He's aware that there's so many dangers in the world and he can't always be there to help. They've got to be prepared for anything that could happen.

-Supports his kids in all their activities. Shows up to every single game, recital, spelling bee, etc. Whatever it maybe, he'll be there. Wants them to know he cares about them and their interests.

-Doesn't really enjoy mentioning stories from his time at war to them. He's afraid it'll corrupt their world view and he want them to live a peaceful life :(

For readers who imagine pregancy:

-Ivar reads up on all those mom-blogs and pregnancy books. Puts headphones on your belly so your baby can listen to Mozart. Does it actually do anything? Idk the mom blog says it stimulates baby growth or something like that.

-You have a strong craving at 1 in the morning? He's on the case to get it for you. If he can't find it any stores, then he'll drive over to the next few towns to get it. He's so determined to find it.

-loves decorating the baby's nursery. He'll put up decorations and different decals for the baby. Also enjoys building things for it such as dresser and the crib.

-Also doesn't let you by yourself. You want to talk a walk around the neighborhood by yourself? Nope. He's right there holding your hand or pushing you in a wheelchair.

-loves to initiate sexy time with you. During his mom blog reading, he read that it was a great past time while pregnant. Plus, he loves you no matter what you look like even if you're insecure about your changing body.

[blacklunardice]

✦Falling for the Same Darling — Lin Kuei✦

Request: Can u do a short story where sub-zero, smoke, and scorpion all have the hots for the reader and they end up kidnapping her? + Someone also requested some headcanons for them too.

Warning(s): Possessive Behavior, Kidnapping, Mentions of Punishment (Spanking, Isolation), Mentions of Unwanted Touching, Slight Guilt Tripping

Note: I don't really do one shots as of now, so these are a headcanon/scenario type of thing. This had been requested twice and I've decided to write out how they are as yanderes separately and how they'd be if they all fell for the same person. Anyway, this was fun to write! :D

For starters, I have this feeling in my gut that Kuai Liang and Tomas are more willing to work together if they find out they like you. The two of them wouldn't really see a need to fight over you, given that they want the same thing. Basically to protect you from any dangers the world could throw at you.

The same can be said for Bi-Han, but...he's a bit possessive... I saw this but know that's a bit of an understatement. He butts heads with the two younger Lin Kuei members. Sure, he is aware of how capable they are, but he believes he can fully protect and provide for you on his own. He's pretty adamant and territorial.

The only way he would fold and actually give in to sharing you is if Kuai Liang and Tomas take some much-needed time to convince him. They'd bring up how it would just be needless violence and fighting if they dueled for your affections when they can all just come to an agreement. They bring up the benefits of this arrangement. You'd be fully protected by all of them and no one would really want to approach you when there are going to be three ninjas who can practically wield the elements.

So in the case of the two convincing Bi-Han, he begrudgingly agrees. I will mention that there is going to be tension between him and Tomas, unfortunately. He's okay with sharing you with Kuai Liang...but Tomas is another case. He always did treated the younger member differently ever since their father adopted him and that hadn't changed. It's usually Kuai Liang who stands as a mediator even when the tension escalates.

✦Bi-Han — Sub-Zero✦

This man is hella possessive; even before deciding to kidnap you. It wouldn't be surprising if he was the one to suggest it. He is a man who takes charge and has confidence in his decisions. Bi-Han believes that having you within arm's length is for the best (again, due to his possessiveness). He was going to go through with the kidnapping on his own! To his annoyance, though, his brother had caught on to his plans. It was not hard to pinpoint that he felt some type of way about you, but you may mistake it for dislike or that he despises you. It’s since he has a resting bitch face and many assume he’s glaring at everyone within the vicinity. Still, his younger sibling knew better and understood his deep affection for you.

He’s almost the same when you’re within the walls of the Lin Kuei after the kidnapping. Bi-Han remains tense and cold as ever even in your presence. He does get annoyed when you want to push yourself away from him, which prompts him to pull you back to him aggressively (not in a way that hurts you). Your place is right here and he’ll always remind you of that. Still, he is told to be gentle in his approach towards you, especially if he wants you to come to him and willingly stay by his side. Bi-Han understands this, despite his grumbling, and tries to be softer. It’s a little difficult for him, but he at least tries.

It’s better to be caught by the other two than him if you ever try an escape and fail. This man is very blunt and his words are as sharp as icicles when he lectures (maybe to the point of berating you) you after dragging you back to the home. He doesn’t hold back and he has to be pulled away for a moment to have time to cool his temper down. He won’t hurt you — especially if  Kuai Liang and Tomas have anything to that. The worst he would do is spank you or make you sit in a room alone. He’s a little bitter after your punishment is over and it shows. He gives you pointed looks, dragging you close to him, and overall gets more demanding.

✦Kuai Liang — Scorpion✦

Kuai Liang has your best interest in mind before and after the kidnapping. He deeply cares for you and would hate if you ended up fearing him or his brothers. Discovering Bi-Han’s plan to kidnap you was something. He had a suspicion that his elder brother was up to something the moment he noticed his gaze on you. It was the same way he looked at you when you were not looking. The situation is definitely complicated, but he doesn’t want conflict between him and Bi-Han since he knows it won’t end well. Every choice and negotiation he makes is all for you and your sake. It’s safe to say that Kuai Liang is fiercely loyal to you and would move heaven and Earth to make sure you’re okay. So he falls into the overprotective yandere category, but at least he can keep a cool head.

Your comfort is assured while under their roof. He understands that you need time to adjust, so he doesn’t push you. However, he knows that Bi-Han and Tomas are not the same as him, so he must remind the two that this will take time. Yes, he does want to hold you close and never let go, but he won’t be hasty. Even so, there are times when he wants to be just a little selfish — to just bring you in his arms without any hint or indication of his actions.

He scolds you if you ever try to escape, but at least he’s not as harsh as Bi-Han. No, he’s just a little disappointed that you would even attempt to leave. I don’t know why, but I can see Kuai Liang guilt-tripping you a bit to make you feel bad. He brings up how the three of them have provided you with everything you need, so it is foolish to want to leave. After the lecture, he sighs, holding you close and making sure you’re not injured. If it's your first attempt, he won't punish you. However, you are not going to be let off the hook with any attempts after this. You're not going to be left alone at all, since alone time is considered a privilege. If you want that back then you'll have to make up for it.

✦Tomas Vrbada — Smoke✦

Soft. He is very soft towards you and practically adores you. Tomas definitely was the one to fall for you first out of the three. He is a bit clingy and maybe obsessive since he hangs off of every word you say. He can’t really help it since he enjoys your company as he gets to know you. However, he does have some possessive traits and they show a little the moment he notices how Bi-Han is looking at you. He frowns at this, at first not sure how to make of this. Tomas knows for sure that the older Lin Kuei member’s gaze is not out of distaste. No, he knows better. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth. He just…cannot allow Bi-Han to pursue you; you deserve better than that. He’s always felt a little out of place within the family and that is purely due to Bi-Han, so there is a bit of anger towards the older man. Then he learns about the plan to kidnap you. It almost sets him off and if it weren’t for Kuai Liang, he would have confronted Bi-han himself.

Sharing you with the other two within the walls of the Lin Kuai is fine. He can take what he can get and he does want what’s best for you. Despite reminding himself that, Tomas wished he had you all to himself. It felt a little wrong to be this selfish, but the cryokinesis user does not make the situation easier. Again, as mentioned before, there will be tension between these two. Tomas is the most approachable and you’ll probably feel the most comfortable being around him. Even so, he does tend to get in your space a lot. If you show discomfort in any way, he will back off a little…but only until the next time you two spend time together. Once again, he can’t help it; he loves being around you. It’s either that or you dealing with how Bi-Han is. Yes, he would absolutely put himself as the best option (especially compared to Sub-Zero).

Tomas is going to make excuses for your attempted escape. At first. When noticing you are gone, he is calm but his mind is racing. He assumes that maybe someone from a rival clan had taken you away or something else had happened. The moment he gets you back, he asks questions. He does not want to believe you left because you don’t want to be with them; to be with him. It would break his heart. He wants to know what can he do to make things better. Is it Bi-Han? Are you homesick? Do you not feel loved enough? There has to be a solution to this…and no, you’re not going back home. That would defeat the whole purpose of bringing you with them in the first place. You would be asking for too much.

[nolita-fairytale]

pov: you're a record shop owner!reader dating carmen berzatto

a/n: i have full intentions on writing this as a oneshot but couldn't get it out in time for valentine's day so i wanted to have fun with a lil headcanon that would require less of my mental bandwidth. anyway, happy v-day carmy cuties!!

dating carmy as a record shop owner would be like:

in my head you meet at The Bear after a bad date. sydney, who you meet in the restroom takes pity on you and lets you sneak out of the back. you catch carmy on a smoke break and ask if you can bum a cigarette off of him. the two of you get to talking and you let him know you own a record store just a few blocks away. "you should stop by sometime."

of course, he doesn't. so a few weeks go by and just when you think there's no way he'll come by, a taller man, followed by sydney, is practically pushing him through the door under the guise of looking for the latest taylor swift record on vinyl.

you shoot the man a look (like there's no way in hell that a place like this carries taylor swift on vinyl but okay) and even though you don't have it, you offer to order it for him. the man, who you learn is called richie, goes to check out the rest of your shop, giving you, carmy, and sydney some time to talk.

you thank sydney again for helping you out. she does most of the talking but ends up inviting you to a movie thing in the park they're going to. you think, at least you'll make some new friends out of this, as you agree to go.

by the end of the hang, carmy finally musters up the courage to talk to you one on one, prompting you to make the first move by asking him out. and you know what they say. the rest is history.

okay so i'm thinking about the beautifuly agony of trying to make the perfect playlist for carmy when you decide that it's time and that you really, really like him. you spend a few days going back and forth over the perfect opener, closer, and what story you're trying to tell with the playlist. it can't be TOO 'i'm absolutely head over heels for you' but you want him to know that you're pretty damn infatuated.

you're pretty involved in the local live music community, so you're almost always going to a show. when carmy finally joins you for one, he's definitely hella anxious about it -- even though it's a smaller venue. but he wants to try for you!

making better memories at the bear beside your lackluster date. the first time you go back, you sit at the bar and get the colorful cast of characters that makes up the restaurant. the second time you go back, you bring your girlfriends for a girls' night and everyone is incredibly impressed by the food, the hospitality, and of course, you're very very cute exec chef boyfriend.

after your girls' night, you head over to your favorite bar, and carmy and syd meet you over there for drinks after their shift. you love the way your lives and worlds have begun to intertwine.

i'm thinking about these japanese-inspired hi-fi vinyl bars that keep popping up around the states and how if you decided to open one, carmy would be able to advise you on opening an entire bar?? OR as the bear expands its hospitality group, you outfit the bar with its vinyl collection.

the first time carmy cooks for you, you have the entire night's soundtrack picked out. you've spent all week thinking about which vinyls should underscore the night and it's filled with good food, great music, and even better sex.

i may add to this later today but wanted to get some of these thoughts out on metaphorical paper!!

[yoongihan]

hi hi! Can I ask for a drabble with Seungmin and the prompt "Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?" and "I can't hold back anymore" as friends to lovers? Thank you 🥺

pairing: seungmin x femreader

genre: smut, fluff, f2l (as requested :D)

rating: M for light smut

word count: ~2k

warnings: smut in the form of a hand job (m. receiving), making out, implied other happenings, some cursing, name-calling (it's seungmin, what do you expect), I don't think there's much else, honestly.

a/n: sorry this took so long @multiland. also a huge thank you to @jl-micasea-fics for brainstorming this dynamic with me. my first time writing Seungmin and I had a lot of fun! also, I probably missed some typos/mistakes...apologies.

original request post here

99% Idiot

The things you do for friends. 

Especially the things you do for Seungmin (who is definitely just a friend).

“Are you bored?” he asks when you let out a big sigh the moment he turns away to peruse his paraphernalia. 

“I mean, holding still while you overthink is actually really stimulating, Min.”

He side-eyes you while still glancing over his array of palettes. “I am not overthinking. I’m considering what might be best.”

“Overthinking,” you sing-song at him. He turns, holding one of the brushes he has gathered for this experience. 

“You’re a brat.”

“But I’m still right.” You smile at him, intent on making him smile back. “My face is your canvas, and makeup remover exists. So stop playing chess.”

There it is. The little quirk of his lips. You point at it.

“What?”

“You smiled.”

“Did not.” The serious student is back but his eyes sparkle, so you know…you totally win. “Stay still.”

You drop your hand, fake-pout before trying to keep your face neutral. Seungmin has been really worried about this assignment in his Creative Makeup class. 

“Something new. That’s the assignment! Create something new!” he complained at you two days ago.   “Like that’s just easy. So much has been done before. How can I even–” He looked at you then, frustration etched on his face. 

“My face is at your disposal.” Because what else could you say? You aren’t a creative like him. You aren’t nearly as diligent a student as him. You know so little about makeup (you stopped trying to enhance yourself with makeup the moment Seungmin asked why you owned blue eyeshadow with that horrified expression of his) that the only thing you can offer is yourself.

Um, your face. Not like all of you. Body and soul to Kim Seungmin. That would be…a bit much. 

He’s doing something to your eyebrows currently. He plucks one hair and you wince.

“Ow.”

“Baby.”

It’s an insult. You know that, but the name-calling is a little too sweet-sounding for your overworked and repressing brain. 

“Tyrant,” you respond.

He grins widely at that. Of course, he would be flattered by an unflattering title. 

Why are you friends with him?

He’s leaned in to brush something on your cheeks and you wonder how wise volunteering to be his guinea pig (where does that even come from? Why guinea pig? Were they the first volunteering rodent out there?) when his face is that close. 

He’s such an interesting version of beauty. No one looking at him would think him anything but attractive, but it’s not a ‘smack you in the face’ kind of beauty (you picture Seungmin’s friend Hyunjin who regularly smacks you with his hotness and it’s hella intimidating and you kinda want to run away). Seungmin is a subtle beauty. Thoughtful eyes, amused lips, fluffy hair. He’s lanky, but he did beat you in arm wrestling. Which isn’t anything to write home about, but he is stronger than he looks. 

His face is sweet, though some would argue that he is not, he really is. He’s just not overt about it. He mocks you regularly, but you don’t think he would if it actually hurt your feelings. He’s soft with Felix, who is the most sensitive of your friend group. When you try and wrap your arm around his shoulders, he ducks away. When Felix does it, Seungmin just takes it.

You’re not jealous of Felix or anything. 

“Where’d you go?” he asks, jolting you back to the present. He’s cocked his head to the side, staring at you. 

You don’t take it seriously. He’s doing your makeup for fucks sake. Even if the scrutiny is a bit much for your composure.

“Somewhere where my face isn’t being looked at like a science experiment.” 

He rolls his eyes before holding your chin in his hand. “Lips.”

You really are an idiot 99% of the time. 

You pucker them exaggeratedly and he huffs at you. 

“Slightly parted, pabo.”

That’s one of his nicknames for you. But he calls Jisung that too, so it’s not special or anything.

You ‘slightly part’ your lips, trying to pretend that having him this close, touching you, laser-focused on your mouth is all normal and cool.

He paints your lower lip with a tiny brush, meticulous. His thumb touches the bottom of your lip to keep it from moving too much. 

“Your face is red.”

“Guess you did a shitty job, then,” you retort. One corner of his mouth turns up and his eyes meet yours just for a second before he returns to the job at hand. 

He works on your top lip before speaking again: “I do appreciate this.”

You are now speechless.

He laughs when you raise your eyebrows. “I do. I do a lot on my own face, but I know the contours of everything so well now. You’re…you have different contours.”

“Is that a compliment?” You mean to sound cocky, but the thready quality of your voice ruins that completely. 

He shrugs, before reaching to smooth something at the corner of your lips. “It’s not not a compliment.”

Your turn to roll your eyes as he holds out a hand mirror in front of you. 

You see the reflection’s eyes widen. He’s literally made you look not like you. Your eyes seem bigger, nose narrower, cheeks higher, and lips fuller.

When you look at him over the mirror, he snaps a photo on his phone.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready.”

He makes a dismissive sound before taking another. “What do you think?”

You look back at the mirror. “I think I could be a spy if you were in charge of my disguises. I do not look like myself.” And maybe you’re fishing. “I look…pretty.”

He groans and takes the mirror out of your hand. “Fuck off, you are pretty.” He starts to angle your face and takes a few more photos. “Eyes closed please.”

You shut your eyes, your heart a little fluttery at the disgruntled compliment. 

“Thank you Seungmin.”

When you open your eyes, he’s about to use a makeup remover wipe on your face. 

“What? Why?”

“You think that’s it?”

The groan you let out makes him giggle.

You have no idea how many minutes or hours pass, but your face feels very abused and he’s tried four looks on you. 

“My face has lost like seven layers of skin,” you whine when he wipes your face again. 

“Unlikely, but skin tends to grow back pretty easily so just skip classes for a few weeks.” He rubs the cloth over your lips as you pout, laughing when your lower lip makes a noise as it bounces back into position. 

“I hope you fail this assignment.”

“No you don’t,” he answers easily before coating his hands in something then putting it on your face. “Lotion. Face lotion. I stole it from Hyunjin.”

“Well, if it’s Hyunjin’s then I guess it’s good.” You don’t question why he’s doing it when you have two perfectly good hands. It’s kind of nice. He’s actually gentle. Your eyes close when he massages along your jaw. “Does this mean you’re done torturing me?” You open your eyes to see him staring at you oddly. He drops his hands and turns back to his plethora of makeup and skincare. 

He dabs something on his finger before returning, this time to your lips. You make a sound at the contact and he freezes, eyes darting to yours.

You’re not used to Seungmin looking out of his depth. 

“I…your lips too,” he says, swallowing before drawing his finger along your bottom lip. “They need moisture.” He presses his own lips together as he rehydrates your top lip. He doesn’t pull back immediately, his finger still lightly touching. “Better?”

You don’t know how words work anymore.

His face is flushed now, cheeks pink and his ears almost red. He mumbles your name, as though to prompt you to say something, but all you can focus on is how his hand is finally drawing away and you’re sort of following. 

“Your face is red,” you whisper. He shrugs but doesn’t make eye contact. “Min…”

That’s when he looks up, eyes that are usually full of mischief and are just wide and concerned right now. 

You really are an idiot 99% of the time. 

But it’s the 1% (you hope) that speaks up:

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

You watch as his eyes fall to your well-moisturized lips then back to your gaze. 

You’re going to take that as a ‘yes’.

When you tug him close by the collar of his windbreaker, his hands find purchase on your jean-clad thighs before your mouths meet. You have thought previously of what it might be like to kiss Seungmin, and you thought he might be just as logical and rational about kissing as he seems to be with everything else.

You were wrong. 

You forgot about how passionate he is about things that matter to him. 

His tongue seeks yours almost immediately, you hear his sharp intake of breath at the way you return the kiss, mouth open and your hands nearly pulling him out of his seat. He stumbles a bit, before settling onto your lap, his hands now at your hips. He squeezes them before pulling at your t-shirt to untuck it from your jeans. When his hands touch your skin, you bite his lower lip and he jerks back to look at you. 

That’s when you realize you are still holding on to his collar with a death grip. You loosen your fingers before cupping his face in your hands, your thumb soothing where you’ve just bit. 

He’s panting, those eyes still wide, but much darker now. You lean in, gauging his response before brushing your mouth on his. He moans softly, kissing you back, his hands trailing up your sides until he reaches your bra. When he lets his fingers drift over the cup, tickling your breast, you jolt right against him. 

In case you weren’t sure if he was into it, feeling how hard he is sets your mind at ease. 

When you press your hand there, he lets out another moan before his face drops into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck you,” he whispers.

“I mean,” you begin, trying to get your own breath back. “I think that’s what you’re wanting to do.”

You feel a nip on your skin and you shiver. You stroke a little harder through his sweats and he rocks into your hand.

“You feel so good, baby.” He lifts his head to meet your eyes. “Baby,” he repeats, when you smile at him. He kisses your nose then lips again. “You keep doing that…I can’t hold back anymore…”

“You threatening me, Kim Seungmin?”

He kisses you again, grinding before you slip your hand past his waistband. He trembles. 

“Yes,” he groans. “I promise to torture you next…” You feel his fingers tighten their hold on you and it’s honestly the best thing you’ve ever done. 

He comes in a matter of what feels like seconds, slumping against you. You carefully tuck him back into his pants, dropping a kiss to his cheek. He raises up to glare at you before kissing you back. It’s languid, the slow strokes of his tongue, one of his hands returning to your breast. When you shudder at his touch, you feel his chuckle more than hear it, his mouth leaving yours to trail to cheek then ear. One nibble on your earlobe has you making a sound that you know he’ll mock you for eternity about.

“Didn’t you already torture me? The whole makeup thing?” you ask, mild pleading in your words. 

He slides off your lap and takes your hand. “You make a good point.” He pulls you off the chair and down the hallway as you stagger behind him. “Guess I better thank you properly then.” He whirls you into his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. 

The things you do for friends. 

Especially the things you do for Seungmin (who is no longer just a friend).

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© yoongihan 2023. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.

[suprababka]

Hii! So I saw these 'writing them I love you' stuff with these whatsapp chats (I hope you get what I mean) from you and I wanted to ask if you could do the same but writing them 'That guy is so hot' because I think it'll be...funny? And mostly cuz I wanna see Garou's reaction. My english is cracking ik and you don't have to do it but mayyyybe you could?

Heyyy! 👋 Yep, that's me :D Firstly, thank you for the request, I like it! Secondly, I'm sorry I didn't answer you sooner – I have a policy of posting a request as an answer to someone's message (though, you're my first request🥳) and I've been hella busy with my university work. I hope I didn't disappoint you with Garou's reaction and the way I made this prompt itself. If something is not right, please let me know, and I'll fix it. Have fun!💕 P.S. Don't worry, your English is great! It's a foreign language for me too :)

Texting them "That guy is hot"

Featuring:

• Saitama • Genos • Speed-o'-Sound Sonic • Garou • Metal Bat • Amai Mask • Flashy Flash • Zombieman • King

A/N: I apologize for not being active for past mouth due to my university workload, but now I'm more free, yay!

Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs and following me! I really appreciate your feedback and support, guys!🥰🫶

You can check my masterlist too see more of my other works.

Prepare for possible OOC!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

Saitama & Genos & Speed-o'-Sound Sonic

Garou & Metal Bat & Amai Mask

Flashy Flash & Zombieman & King

[normal-internet-user]

hiya cutieee!! i saw your requests were open and because I love your writing so much, I thought I'd send one in! 👉🏼👈🏼

if it's not too much trouble, can I have headcanons for a platonic!sibling!reader with the Rise Turtles? gender neutral, Mikey's "twin" in age, and selectively mute? I'd love some sibling fluff!!! only if you wanna, ofc!! no pressure (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡ love yaaaaa!

— (can i be) 🪼 anon ?? ^^

Dawww shucks- you're so sweet<3 of course you can be Jelly fish anon! (Ok 100% honest I could not find the jelly fish emoji, so imma call u jelly lol)

RISE BOYS WITH A SELECTIVE MUTE SIBLING

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You would be babied just as much as Mikey.

Honestly I'm surprised they don't put the two of you in a box labeled, "Fragile: Baby Siblings:"

You being selectivly mute has never been a problem for them,

No matter the reason for it.

All four of the boys know sign language,

Donnie and Mikey are the only one's fluent though.

Leo and Raph know enough to understand you, and hold a simple conversation,

But that's about it.

Donnie was non-verbal for a while as a kid, and Mikey's with you like, all day,

So it makes sense they'd be fluent.

You and Mikey are literally inseperable.

If one of you is around, there's a 99% chance the other is two.

You even share a room and everything, you have your half and he has his.

If either of you need some privacy, there's a curtain you can pull out to make a kinda wall between your halves.

You always go to Raphie for comfort.

Sure, you tell Mikey, like, everything,

But Raph just makes you feel safe.

Leo is always fucking with you in only the way an okder brother can.

"I'm not touching you!"

"I'm not in your room."

*Poke poke poke poke*

Just go complain to Donnie, he'll hide you in the lab and go fuck with Leo back.

Or you can deal with it yourself.

Your choice broski.

You're probably really quiet.

Like really fuckin' quiet.

So scaring your brothers is hella easy and really fun.

You can also just walk out of the room and no one will notice until walk back in with, like, a soda.

*Pop!*

"When did you leave??"

*Shrugs and sips soda*

Donnie has tried equipting you with a bell,

It did absolutely nothing.

Even with the bell, you're still so quiet-

If you're having a particular kind of day, Donnie always welcomes you into the lab.

Peaceful moments ensue.

Just the soft tinkering from your brother and the occasional convo in morse code.

Mikey's also a go to on these days,

Your twin knows all the things you need.

Usually you'll sit and watch him paint or something with some lofi beats playing in the backround.

April is the best big sister in the history of everything.

Everytime she visits she brings you a bag of your favorite candy.

She's also fluent in TSL (turtle sign language), so you don't have to worry about conversations with her.

You have mastered the art of nasty looks.

The most terrifying glare in the Hamato clan™️

You and Mikey can also hold entire conversations just with eye contact.

Twin things ig

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There ya go Jelly! I hope I did your prompt justice and that this is to your liking! Sibling fluff is indeed the best <3

[tiredlilguy]

Hello Oda~ Hope you're doing well! This is like the first time I've requested something, so I hope I get it right. Can I request something Beast!Dazai x reader related?

Basically, a last dance with his S/O (his way of vaguely saying goodbye without letting the reader know too much about his plans). Make it as angsty as you'd like!

a/n: hihi! i hope you're doing well too >:D this is hella edgy, but im not going to lie, it gave me a lot of ideas for what to write. i had to put the draft aside for a little bit because i did just post angst a second ago. enjoy though! >:D i had fun with this prompt hehe

pairing: BEAST!Dazai Osamu X GN!Reader cw: [BSD BEAST SPOILERS!], sad :(, not proofread desc: dazai chose to dance with you. to you, just another dance. to him, his last.

Dazai Osamu didn’t do good things.

You understood that much…

Even if you didn’t work in the Mafia, you still felt as though there was a good in him. He was simply a man lost in his own eyes, yet at the same time that void shined when it faced you. It was if if his eye that was filled with darkness and nothing shown light the moment that they looked at you.

You first meeting him was a blur, it started with you just working at an old bar that was close to rusting. He seemed to appear out of nowhere, taking a seat with a smile and already asking for a glass of whiskey with a grin. It was odd… you were talking to a stranger and yet in the moment that you saw him, it almost felt as if you knew everything about him. Dazai was ready to be open to that too, offering to buy you a drink in exchange for a little bit of conversation.

Now you were no longer working at that bar. Ever since then, everything seemed to change: five star hotels, fancy restaurants, pretty silk outfits and clothes from luxury brands, fancy jewelry with twenty-four karat gold, and a penthouse that you weren’t expecting to find yourself sitting on the balcony of. Life seemed to be a red carpet walk for you, and all you had to do in return was give your heart to Dazai. Of course, you did with no hesitation. It seemed as though that first time yo’ve met, you’ve known each other for years.

He not only gave you gifts in forms of affection, but he too was also affectionate himself. Dazai often loved to spend time with you even if you two weren’t talking. Your presence was something that he enjoyed, even if you two didn’t have to say a single word or let out a sound. He kissed you gently, always making sure to pull you close by the hand before with a small smile. Dazai would whisper soft things into your ear as he held you tight, perhaps telling you something just to make you laugh… You felt as though you were on top of the world with him.

And yet…

You knew Dazai never did anything good.

After all, now he was the Port Mafia’s boss, the man who ruled authority with an iron fist and a cold face. Unfortunately with that… there were a lot of things he never told you. Dazai never took off his bandaged in front of you, never told you how work was really going, never explained why he was out so late or that he had arrived home in different clothes. You were left in the dark, and while that made you afraid and confused, you understood that it was for your safety. If you knew about what Dazai was doing, you’d be an easy target for ransom despite you being quite good at defending yourself. All he wanted to do was to protect you.

Yet…

…

…

…

You were called to meet your lover in an uncertain location. While the letter was reassuring for you not to worry, you car being late was already enough to make you anxious. Giving up on waiting after ten minutes, you ran off, searching for the location on your own. In some way you felt as though your legs would be faster than a flimsy car. The more steps you took, you felt your heart race more with anxiety.

Why did he call you here?

What does he need?

Are you going to be ok?

Eventually, your exhausted soles met the ground you were to meet him upon. An abandoned parking lot, not too far from just leaving the city. Yet at the same time, you were out of breathe, sweaty and an anxious mess. You ran up the multiple stairs, running to arrive at the floor that he’d requested. Once you were there, your feet started to slow down as you tried to catch your breathe. You didn’t understand how tired you really were until you arrived, the feeling underneath your feet only aching more and more as the cluster of feelings in your chest grew bigger.

There Dazai was, standing with his hands behind his back as he stared into the sunset. He turned around to you with a light smile, offering his hands.

“ There you are, little flower,” he sung softly, but loud enough for you to hear. You gently walked over to him, taking his hand. Before you knew it, he pulled your arm back, wrapping a hand around your waist with a smile as he made you come closer. Dazai closed his eyes as he started to step to the side, humming to himself gently. Once again, you were close enough to hear.

You looked up at him, accepting his implicit invitation to dance around, placing a hand on his shoulder and following his footsteps.

Despite the scene being rather calm, you felt a strange wave of anxiety in your chest, yet at the same time you wondered if it was just all the running. You watched and following in silence as Dazai seemed to be in his own world. This time… with his eyes closed. It was strange, if he had his eyes closed you could never understand what was on his mind… at least from a distance. He’d look at you with a soft gaze if his eyes were open, a small glimmer showing from them… He was hiding.

“ Osamu…,” you said in a hushed voice.

He seemed to still be in his own universe as he answered with a hum,” Yes, my love? Sorry that the car you were supposed to take didn’t get here on time. There was some… complications… on the way.”

“ Osamu could you just look at me for a secon- ah…!,” Dazai swiftly pulled you to switch sides, the trum in his voice getting a little bit louder.

“ Hm… I quite love the scenery that I’ve chosen. Don’t you…? You always enjoyed sunsets like this, no?,” Dazai stopped, looking over to the side, but he made sure that you weren’t able to see his eyes, his bandaged side hiding his true expression. He turned around once again and continued swaying you about as you couldn’t really think of any words to say back. You chose to stay silent, letting him enjoy his dance…

To you, a simple dance, one like many that he’d enjoyed with you.

To him, his last dance.

Dazai eventually stopped himself, separating from you before dipping you down. He’d finally opened his eyes… and this time all you could see was an empty void. One that didn’t seem to look back at you the way it used to.

“ Goodnight, my love,” he said gently,” I enjoyed this dance with you, but now it’s time for you to go.”

You raised a brow,” Good… night? I’ll see you tonight, ‘Samu. You’re acting really weird.”

“ Whatever do you mean,” You didn’t answer back, only shrugging your shoulders. Perhaps your thoughts were just betraying you, and so you let go of his hands with a smile.

“ I love you, Osamu,” you said, placing a soft kiss on his lips despite how strangely cold they felt.

“ Hm…,” he let out one warm smile,” I love you too.”

…

…

…

Dazai knew that this world could not move on without his disappearance. It was all too painful, this universe, yet at the same time, it was one where his dear friend, Oda was alive… One where Oda could write his novel in a peaceful life.

However he also knew… that he couldn’t give you everything. Leaving you confused in the dark was already enough… and so, by his plan, he left this world.

A bittersweet relief.

…

It was midnight. Dazai hadn’t returned to your door yet, but the person that did was a tall man with rust red hair. He was in a bow and held a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a blueish-green pendant.

“ I’m sorry for your loss.”

“ I… huh?”

“ He’s gone… Dazai that is…”

“ O-oh god…”

“ Take this… This is the least I can do.”

“ …”

[thinkof-england]

WIP/Whump Wednesday

Heyyyyy happy Wednesday everyone!

This weeks prompt for Whump Wednesday is CHRONIC PAIN. It is also the second part in a new series as this is a continuation from my very first Whump Wednesday (Alex gets into an escalator accident).

Thank you for the tags @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull04 @eusuntgratie @softboynick @wordsofhoneydew

@porcelainmortal @judasofsuburbia and @taste-thewaste !!!

Snippet below for fic that was a WIP and that is NOW POSTED HERE

If Henry had been given one wish to be granted and he could ask for anything in the world, he’d wish for all of Alex’s pain to vanish and never return. Maybe that would count as two wishes, but he thinks himself a smart person most of the time, so surely he could figure out a way to phrase it in which it would still count as one singular wish. If all else failed, he’d just ask Alex to help with the rephrase with that lawyer brain of his, but then he knew Alex would try to talk him out of using said wish on him and try to get Henry to spend it on something more useful or fun.  All said, wishing was beside the point because wishes weren’t real and the pain Alex was in every single day was <i>extremely<i> real. Henry had to bear witness, from the moment Alex woke up until the moment he finally managed to fall asleep, to the agony his husband went through and he loathed it. He wanted more than anything to take on all of the pain for himself, even if for a few minutes, to give Alex a reprieve, but of course, no such thing existed. Instead, Henry had to hear Alex’s muffled crying when he finally let himself break down and keep him on a schedule of painkillers to help take the edge off.

No pressure tags below the cut (even though I'm hella later)

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anincompletelist @agame-writes @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites

@bigassbowlingballhead @caterpills @captainjunglegym @cha-melodius @dragonflylady77

@duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @inexplicablymine

@kiwiana-writes @lilythesilly @miss-minnelli @notspecialbabe @nontoxic-writes

@orchidscript @priincebutt @statueinthestone @theprinceandagcd @tailsbeth-writes

@vanillahigh00 @whimsymanaged @zwiazdziarka

[silvermoon-scrolls]

So Dean knows about the @deanobingo event (kinda). And he did kind of challenge us to try to write about an as obscure character as possible, mentioning a Snacker bar commercial he did when he was 12.

So here you go. ~700 words inspired by combining ‘Snacker-bar-commecial kid’ with the bingo prompt ‘Bro code / Girl code’. Of course set in the late 80s/early 90s. ^^

--

The wind whips through Billy’s hair as his skateboard zigzags down the street. A good thing it’s downhill all the way to the arcade. A hella slog back home though. 

After taking a sharp turn he automatically sticks one hand in the front pocket of his hoodie to make sure he still has his Snacker bar. Wouldn’t wanna lose that.

As the arcade comes into view, he immediately recognizes Jessie standing outside waiting for him, but it takes him a moment longer to identify whom it is he’s talking to. Billy lets out a low whistle when he realizes that it's Amy – Jessie’s longtime crush.

But considering the way Amy keeps looking over her shoulder like she’s searching for an escape route, it doesn't look like it’s going too well. Time for a distraction.

Kicking up his speed, Billy sets his sight on the curb. At the last moment he pops the board off the ground, turns it, and slides along the curve. Jumping off right next to Jessie and flipping the board up into his hands. He can’t help himself from grinning wildly. “What’s up?”

“Wicked trick,” Amy says, inspecting Billy and his skateboard appreciatively.

Billy’s grin fades a little when he notices Jessie’s disappointment at having his crush once again forget him. Oops. Thinking on his feet, Billy smiles widely. “Yeah, Jessie taught me that one.” He slaps his friend on the back for good measure.

“Really? I didn’t know you were good with a board,” Amy says with an impressed smile, her attention back on Jessie.

A little caught off guard, Jessie still rolls with it fairly well. “Ehem, yeah. I don't like showing off, you know,” he explains only a little hesitantly, trying to wave it away.

“Too bad. I think it would be fun to watch.” The hint of a teasing smile she bestows on Jessie is apparently enough for him to drown in those big, brown eyes of hers because he’s just standing there smiling stupidly while she holsters her bag as if to go.

Billy elbows Jessie out of his stupor. “You wanna hang together at the arcade?” he finally blurts out. “We could talk more about skating?”

Amy shrugs. “I don’t really know much about skateboarding,” she says noncommittally. “Except the music is really rad.”

“Oh!” Jessie’s eyes light up – Billy recognizes his geek mode activating. “I just put together this new tape,” Jessie exclaims excitedly. He slings off his backpack and starts rummaging through it. “It’s got all these sick beats I caught on this new radio station I discovered.” He brings up his walkman. “Maybe-- maybe we could go to the park and listen to it?”

To Billy’s astonishment it looks like Amy really is considering it, though Jessie’s hopeful smile begins to fade a little when her answer drags a little too long. 

“I can’t,” she finally says. She actually looks genuinely sorry. “I have band practice later and I need to get home and grab something to eat.”

"Oh." Jessie lets out a disappointed sigh.

Bummer. So close. Billy chews the inside of his lip, but decides that Jessie is worth it. “No way!” he exclaims, pointing at something behind Amy. “Do you see that?”

The moment Amy turns around to look, Billy quickly fishes out the Snacker bar from his pocket, holding it up for Jessie to see, before dropping it into Jessie’s open backpack and gesturing with his eyes towards Amy.

“What? I don’t see anything,” Amy says, turning back.

“Oh, I thought I saw a cat with a top hat. My bad.” Billy gives her his most innocent smile, which only earns him a totally weirded out look in return.

Jessie hurriedly bends down to search his bag once more. “Uhm. What if we could eat at the park? I’ve got a Snacker we could share.” Jessie holds up his prize.

“Oh. Okay!” Amy says smiling, clearly won over by the promise of a delicious snack. 

Jessie is grinning from ear to ear. “You don’t mind, do you Billy?” he asks.

“‘Cause not,” Billy assures him. Mates looks after each other.

Besides, he’s got more bars at home.

[bluejay-in-write]

"You Said You'd Grow Old With Me"

Stand-alone snippet (776 words)

Inspired by the song it was titled after "You Said You'd Grow Old With Me" by Michael Schulte. It is one of many of my snippets that I wrote during the past two months that was given life from a song and I've found that not only have song prompts really challenged me to write outside my comfort zone but also they're hella fun to do. This one in particular also came to life with the help of my writing dice gifted to me by the wonderful @sunlitscribe hope you guys enjoy!

~💙~

I thought you’d stay with me forever. I thought you’d love me forever as I was without ever asking for more. It was comfortable with no need to change, no need to be anything other than me. Maybe that was my own arrogance.

It’s funny how it wasn’t even you who ended things.

You were eager to keep me in your life smiling widely as you introduced me to your new boyfriend. You had been single for so long, in love with me even longer, even though both of us knew I would never—could never—return your feelings. 

I thought your love and attention was all I needed until I was forced to share it with someone else. 

The funny thing is when I look back on it I knew that he was perfect for you, as much as I loathed to admit it to myself at the time. He could give you the love and affection and effort that I never could—no that I didn’t want to. It was easier that way, you loving me and me letting you.

But then you found someone who would love you back the way you deserved and I felt left in the cold. It’s almost ironic. The fact that even you finding someone else couldn't awaken any unrealized feelings in me. It would’ve been easier if I had suddenly realized I was in love with you and was just jealous that you had found someone else.

If that was it, it wouldn’t have taken much for me to burst in like they do at the end of those romance movies you loved to watch and I tolerated, and profess my undying love for you. Then you would realize that you never stopped loving me and that we were meant to be all along.

But life isn’t as simple as a silly little rom-com. Stupid isn't it, how it took until then for me to finally figure that out.

Instead I distanced myself, slowly making excuses here and there as to why I was busy and couldn’t go out, responding to calls less and less until you stopped calling entirely.

I thought it would make me feel better, removing that burden of your unrequited love, you finding someone else to give it to so I could stop feeling so guilty every time you looked at me with that wistfulness in your eyes, that made them look slightly larger than usual.

I would say you finally realized that I wasn’t worth it in the end if I didn’t know so clearly that I was the one that drove you away. We both know I’m not one to pretend for the sake of someone else's feelings, not even my own.

So, I won’t act like it’s not my fault that I’m currently sitting not so subtly at the bus stop near your house at exactly 3:15 right when you always get home with him. And I won’t act like I don't know that if I had done anything different I would be right there with you getting out of the back of that four door minivan that you eventually realized you needed to buy.

But funny how knowing something will happen doesn’t change the impact of it. I mean it’s not like watching someone stab you in the heart does anything about your body’s reaction as it sets off warning signals in your head in the form of pain, screaming at you that you’re about to die.

Still, knowing this I wasn’t prepared for the cold chill that ran down my spine when the back door on the right opened slowly, revealing her, visually a perfect blend of the two of you. She wiggled out of her seat and bounced in front of the opening, eager to turn the bounce into a leap that made me want to catch her in the air in case she fell.

The chill then penetrated down to my bones and for a moment I wondered if this was what death felt like, if I had become a ghost without realizing it. 

But when you rushed to her side of the car—inherently knowing she was planning to jump—and your body stiffened as you helped her down from the vehicle, it was as if that same something knew to look up. 

And as we locked eyes for the first time in more years than I cared to recall, I knew I couldn’t be a ghost. Caught in your gaze, with the warmth of your attention on me once again driving the cold away, I finally realized what it truly meant to feel alive.

Somehow that felt worse.

[ohtobeleah]

This is for your 4K celebration! Could I request the meet uglies prompt 14??

“both showing up to their lover's door, realizing that they've been cheated on with each other”

With Jake and female reader??

This one was actually hella fun to write. Bisexual Hangman is a whole mood for me.

Warnings: Sexually confused Jake Seresin

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“Okay handsome—“ You tapped your hands against Jake's suited up chest after you’d fixed his bow tie for the seventh time this evening. “Just, don’t do anything stupid between now and when your man comes strutting his stuff down that aisle.” 

Jake chuckled as he nodded soflty, looking down at you in your silk dress that matched the colour scheme of Jake and Bradley’s wedding. Something you never thought you’d be attending. It wasn’t on your bingo card.

“Who would’ve ever thought you’d be my best woman at my wedding—“ Jake had you laughing at the memory of the time you first met. It wasn’t technically the first time, but it had been the first conversation you’d ever had outside of a group setting, outside of work, outside of anything that would have ever seen the pair of you in the same room. And it was for all the wrong reasons. 

***~***~***~***

You never expected something like this to happen. Never in a million years. But the proof was in the pudding—your Fiancé had been cheating on you: 

With some poster boy Naval Aviator. 

“Chris—!!“ No matter how much you yelled and hissed and spat venom against your Fiancé’s front door, he wouldn’t answer. You knew he was home though, his stupid pickup was in the driveway. “Open the door you coward!” It would be to no avail. He didn’t answer and he never would because unbeknownst to you, your cheating now ex Fiancé had dipped out the back door and decided to take his chances on foot to his buddies house. 

In the moment when you let out a frustrated sigh and sat down on at the little two seater dining table Chris’s had—you noticed a sandy blonde pulling up in his F-180 series. Immediately your heart sank but if you knew anything about your dirty rotten cheater of a Fiancé is that he would have kept you a secret from Jake Seresin too. 

And as he walked up to the front door with a confused look plastered across his perfect face you couldn’t help but to feel a little bad for the guy. Hell you didn’t even know he swung the other way, but as you thought about it a little more—the signs were there. 

“Swot?” Hangman asked as he came to a standstill just off the cusps of your Fiancés front porch. “What are you doing here?” Jake had only just started seeing this guy Chris who worked in the communications tower on base. For two weeks Jake felt like he finally had something good going for him. Just two weeks. 

“So you’re the guys that’s been fucking my fiancé huh?” You chuckled to yourself in disbelief—you knew Chris had been messing around with an aviator, you just didn’t know which one. Your bet’s had been on Floyd because again, the signs were there. “Damn Seresin, it’s bad enough that the girls in the admin building all compete for your attention enough as it is, but now they have to compete against the guys too?” You teased as Jake sat down in the empty chair across the small glass round table. “You could’ve had any one you wanted and yet you took mine.” 

“I didn’t know—“ It wasn’t that you and Jake knew each other very well. He knew your name, your face, your hair colour. It was all surface level, nothing of import that would’ve given him an indication that the man he’d been fucking in the bathroom at the Hard Deck for months was actually engaged. For two weeks Jake had something he thought was good, he kinda wished he never stopped to want more when he was just hooking up in the bathroom stall. “If I knew that Chris was engaged I wouldn’t have gone there.” Jake felt disgusted in himself. “He never told me about you.” 

“Yeah well—“ You paused as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over your lower lash line. “It still doesn’t change the fact you were fucking the man I was engaged to, Jake.” 

Hangman didn’t reply straight away, he simply sat there with his elbows on his knees looking down at the ground between his feet. He felt awful, he’d unintentionally ruined a relationship—but he didn’t even know Chris had a whole life outside of the one they had started to weave. 

“How come the two of you don’t live together?” Jake asked softly as you looked at him with nothing but rage behind your saddened eyes. 

“We were saving up to buy a house, Chris didn’t wanna move in together before the wedding.” You explained as your rage softened at the sight of Jake's own heartbreak. “Not that it’s any of my business but I’m a little shocked that it’s you.” You added and that’s when Jake finally looked at you. “I thought you were—“ 

“Straight?” Jake finished your sentence for you through a soft chuckle. “So did I, until your uh—almost husband cornered me in the bathroom a few months back.” Jake explained and although it was hard to listen to, you appreciated the honesty. “Guess I’m still trying to figure it out, you know?” 

“I process your paycheque you know—“ You replied as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the chair you were sitting on. “Every second Thursday I confirm your hours and process your pay.” Pausing, you held Jake's gaze as he waited for you to finish. “Everything I know about you comes from your Xero account.” 

“Everything I know about you is that you apparently process my pay.” Jake caught the smile that crept across your face for a brief second as the two of you laughed softly together on the front porch of your ex Fiancés home. “But, for the record—I’d like to take you out on a sorry I fucked your Fiancé burger run, because let’s face it, I don’t think that guys worth either of times.”

“Please—“ You groaned as you stood, Jake matched your movement and stood with you. “When the next apocalypse comes around there will only be two things that survive.” With a small pause and a sigh, you turned to Jake who was waiting for you to join him on this sympathy burger run. “Cockroaches and Chris Lieham.” 

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“Yeah well—I got a soft spot for sexually confused Naval Aviators.”

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Leah’s 4k Celebration 🎊

[qprpbj]

do you have any tips on how to start writing fics?

the outsiders brainrot actually has me coming up with ideas and i have a desire to start writing them into actual stories but i've never written outside of class papers/assignments and i don't really know where/how to start since it's all just my own prompts and ideas and there's no grading rubric lmaoooo

like do you plan out each fic with a list first or do you just start writing about the main plot point of the chapter and fill in out of order or do you just start writing and see where it takes you... do you do any research while you're planning or pull from other authors/fics/posts or write from experience...

how do you decide when to stop writing or decide on which endings/paths/plot points to go with... the deadly combo of indecisiveness and perfectionism along with having no guidelines or due dates is crippling me so im asking some of my fav authors (who have also been inspiring me to write and be creative)

wait hi this is so sweet thank you!!! 🥹🥹 i will preface All This (sorry i yapped so much lol) by. i’ve been writing fic for like ten years and i think a lot of my old fic, while deeply cringe and awful, was all very important to getting me where i am today where i feel i can accurately get across what im trying to say!!!

first. hone your ideas!!! try to find a good niche you feel comfortable in (but also. don’t limit your creativity!!!). idk for me it’s easier to start specific and small rather than super general bc then i have Tooooo much freedom u know. i think my niche sorta across fandoms is generally softer dialogue, exploring close siblings or familial or friendship bonds an dynamics through situation, a lot of fluff, maybe a lil hurt comfort

i basically exclusively write in order! unless i get a really cool line/paragraph in my head that i write out and save for later to fit in somewhere. i usually have a like one-line idea that just Comes to me (ex. this was my entire line idea that turned into that pony getting jumped fic!)

then i’ll expand it a little more into a shitty little paragraph (ex. here’s a few!!!)

and then tbh after that i just kinda write everything in order from top to bottom from there. i wish i were more organized tbh and writing long fic/chaptered stuff is still sooo hard for me (which is why i don’t do it much yet lol) but im really trying to break out of it!! slowly we are learning!!! retaining the inspo and drive necessary to write that much is harddddd lmfao

before writing i always do have a solid idea where i want it to start and go and end though. like that ponyboy jumping fic i Knew i wanted to have pony get jumped in the opening scene, then go home, try to break down cutting his own hair, brothers come in and talk him down and it ends with talking abt johnny, even if i didn’t like. List that all out in words in a document.

definitely do research!!! espppp for outsiders bc it was like 60 years ago!!! well researched fics are soooo obviously tonally different and it’s always super obvious imo when that sort of care is put into ur writing. that fic i wrote about darry getting a panic attack was important researching bc panic attacks weren’t well known or researched or even Called panic attacks back then, so it’d be hella jarring seeing like 1967 13y/o pony whip out “you’re having a panic attack darry 🤓👆” yk lmfaoo

i SOO get the perfectionism and having no due dates thing btw. i have literally like 5 fics i’ve started and not finished in my docs rn with like 15 more ideas i wanna write someday. tbh! try to enter that Hyperfixation Zone and be really excited about what you’re making!!! helps it go by easier bc i swear sometimes i’ll write fic and it feels like pulling teeth even though it’s supposed to be fun!!!

last thing. try and find friends to bounce ideas off of and go crazy with you <3 or ppl to beta read!!! makes writing SO much easier and sm more fun having a your own lil personal cheerleader!!! if you ever need a beta id be soooo happy to read whatever you’ve got and hype u up!!! <3 i hope this helped at least a little bit LOL my writing process is kinda chaotic ngl

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

I was tagged by @medusapelagia, thx love ❤️

January

My year truly started with a bang. I published the first chapter of Hic sunt dracones on January 16th, and was immediately blown away by the wave of positive feedback. I was still very new to the fandom, had just gotten back into writing after a 15yr break, and had never dreamed of this sort of reaction. I didn't know it then, of course, but HSD would go on to become my fic of the year and probably the one I'm best known for. 🐉❤️

February

Didn’t publish anything new, but continued working on my WIPs and signed up for the @steddiebang

March

Finished Someone who cares and got a bunch of lovely comments. I had been writing it since October 2022, publishing it since early December. The first-ever fic I finished, the first I ever shared publicly, the one that rekindled my passion for writing, and still one I'm immensely proud of. 👪❤️

Started working on my BB fic (You got me) in the palm of your hand 

April

Published See you in a crown, which got over 700 hits in the first 24 hours. Feral bathroom mirror sex with added tiara really seemed to do it for a lot of ppl. 🤣💕

May

Didn’t publish anything new, but was hella busy with my WIPs. 

June

Published Someone like you, a bonus chapter to Someone who cares. 

Also trembled my way through the BB claims weekend and ended up with not one, but two lovely artists, @xgumiho and @peachypurr. 💕

July

Finished Hic sunt dracones (on the day of the big AO3 blackout no less), cried over the lovely comments and the fucking FANART

Wrote my first microfic for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, found it sooo hard. 🤣

Started writing Just add water and Possession 

August

Published Just add water, which was such a feel-good fic for me. I loved writing it, it always put me in a good mood. 🧜‍♂️❤️

September

Published the first chapter of Possession 🦇

Also wrote three Microfics for the “charm” prompt ✨️

October:

Published (You got me) in the palm of your hand throughout the month. The feedback was lovely, and so many ppl told me how they remembered me from the claims sheets! 🔮

Finished Just add water. Was honestly sad to let it go, even though I only worked on it for a little more than 2 months.

November:

Continued working on Possession

Also wrote a lot for the @steddieholidaydrabbles and developed the first ideas for a longer fic and art project based on Blast to the past/The kings's gift together with @house-of-the-moving-image

December

Published Let me be good to you, a sequel to See you in a crown

Published the holiday drabbles, which was such fun! ❄️❤️ Ended up with exactly 50 published works for 2023, wow!!

Next year: 

I'll Finish Possession some time in March or April if everything goes according to plan 

I've got two fics for the ST Reverse Big Bang coming up in March, which are keeping me very busy rn

Turn Blast to the Past into a chaptered fic and art project, together with @house-of-the-moving-image 

I'll also probably hit 1k followers on tumblr early this year and have something special planned, so stay tuned! 🥰

No pressure tags: @penny00dreadful, @rainbow-nerdss, @sourw0lfs, @wynnyfryd, @aidaronan

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Hiiii! It’s me, harringroveera! I’m really curious about Fairy Tale and kinktober somno 👀👀👀 sounds hella exciting already

Hiii! 💕

Fairy Tale is a Beauty and the Beast Steddie AU that I haven't touched in well over a year by now, but I've been thinking about it recently and kinda wanna pick it back up 🫣

I originally started writing it for the Harringroveson Bingo back in 2022 alongside the Broken Soulmarks wip. I think 'Fairy Tale' may well have been the prompt itself, I chose to do Beauty and the Beast because there was a lot of Kas!Eddie stuff going around at the time that inspired me and thought it could work

It's a dark-ish fic that takes place in the Upside Down where Steve pretty much indentures himself to a monstrous vampire!Eddie in exchange for Dustin's safe passage back to Hawkins. I reread what I wrote for it yesterday(?) and it's actually really good??? I have no clue why I abandoned it in the middle of chapter 2

Snippet:

Whatever this thing was, it was all wrong. Unnatural. It carried it’s gait in a hunched-over manor, like the sheer weight of it was pulling it down. Like the earth itself, even in this monstrous realm, was calling this thing back to the ground, towards death and decay where its skin may be feasted upon by rot, because something such as this should never have come into creation.  What was worse, as the thing righted itself from where it had fallen to the floor, was that the body was almost that of a man. Almost if not for wings encased in shadow that stretched out about him like deep, dark gateways into the blackness beyond. They were bigger than the thing’s body, spiked tips dragging along the floor as it righted itself, rolling its shoulders and raising its neck. Steve had the distinct impression that its eyes, hidden behind a shroud of dark, matted hair, were trained on him.

Kinktober - Somno is exactly what it says on the tin lmao. I'm still only halfway through the first draft (it's not great so far but I'm fully intending on neatening up after I succeed the battle with my asexuality to even get the whole thing out in the first place) but it's a fun challenge to work on.

It's, as to be expected, a harringrove somnophilia fic for harringrove kinktober. But it is coming out weirdly domestic? It's established relationship Harringrove and I made the little bit of setup cuter than I meant to, but y'know what the guys deserve it <3

They're just boyfriends with unfortunately busy work days who are horny for each other. As they should be. I have faith they can work it out, they're living together in this fic after all

Snippet:

His day had been long; he’d picked up some overtime at the garage, working on cars until the sun was dipping dangerously close to the horizon before even considering going home. It wasn’t something he did every day, but without Steve at home in the evenings he didn’t see any rush to get back to an empty apartment. Maybe Max had been right about them needing a cat, something to keep Billy company in the hours between the end of his shift and the end of Steve’s. For now, though, Billy had a tupperware of leftover takeout and a battered, old copy of his favourite book.  Within twenty minutes his eyes were drooping and the words on the pages blurred together. 

(not sharing any snippets of the actual smut quite yet cause it definitely needs another draft first hahaha)