#lmk what yall think

[foresthouseowo]

Can I politely request for Macaque's reaction to the babies? 🥺🥹🥺🥹🥺🥹

Pretty pwease?

[☘️Ask ☘️] Yakuza AU

🌱 It was very painful, and at the same time, it relieved his soul. Two little babies, his and his husband's last children, the weakest and most innocent...

He thought he had lost everyone in that fire, but here he was: his husband and two kids, which had grown up so strong and healthy.

He had lost so much time, so many moments... it tore his soul apart, but he was also happy: They were alive.

🌱 for you, sweetheart ^3^)/

[hvnsinureyes]

can you write a blurb about paige teasing reader around the team? like whispering dirty stuff to her?

warnings | suggestive— basically what the ask says, paige being a tease

she doesn’t even need to admit it— paige loves making you suffer, like the menace she is. not by harming you of course, but by making you work for it. whether it’s putting your stuff way up high so you have to ask for her help, calling you all kinds of embarrassing names, edging you in bed with her fingers— knowing that she’s so close to making you cum all over her, but doesn’t let you anyway, or making you beg for her to put the strap in, savoring all your whines and tears. y’know, normal stuff. it’s mainly because she loves being wanted by you, wanting to hear that need out loud herself.

so what better way to really make you suffer by teasing you around the team? imagine it’s the next day— after paige rocked your world realll good, eating you out for hours. i’m talking your legs locked around her neck, her hands gripping your thighs as she greedily licks up all of your juices and eats you like never before. in her words, “dinner wasn’t enough to fill her up”

when she notices that you’re walking a little funny, she’ll smirk, walking up to you with that shit eating grin, whispering— “told you i was gon’ make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” unprovoked, mind you! you were just trying to shoot some threes. might even pinch ur butt to really startle you.

but she doesn’t stop, she keeps going, relishing the way you squirm near her, “you acting shy now, but you didn’t mind when i was talking crazy yesterday.” or “i miss that pussy already…i think imma see her again tonight,” her voice gets soo low and deep, almost makes you want to fold before you realize you’re literally in the gym. ugh!

and if you think the rest of the team being around is gonna stop her? you’re dead wrong, babes. she just gets sneakier, like a drive-by shooting w it, walking past you and saying the most outrageous shit ever. if you react and someone else notices, paige is quick to cover it up, “i was just telling her a joke,” everyone else is like ??? you look traumatized but okay ig… do they know? probably.

now if you hit her with the same energy? she’ll be surprised for a sec but hits you even harder. paige loves competition, i mean, have you ever seen her back down from a challenge? bring it on. but don’t be fooled, homegirl is ready to play. it gets so heated to the point she’ll just drag you into a closet and let you use that mouth on something…more “productive”— she def says this word for word lmfao, “keep running your mouth and i’ll give you something else to use it on.”

[wilko222]

just look how terrified they are

when they see how many eyes are on him thys must have been so much of power used by H.E.D.

[hascious]

Sammy i dare you to kiss Jack or Henry 🔫

although im not about to draw them kissing, you can have the next best thing i guess

c360 sammy would much rather just stare at henry from afar... or more likely a foot away

plus some bonus sammy x jack because i fw it. they've been a duo for so long, and knowing each other for a while before joining the studio i think brought them closer. jack's the only person who really gets sammy, and sammy only really opens up to jack. i think despite the fact that they get into meaningless arguments (like in TIOL, whatever their bickering was about) they still care for each other at the end of the day.

more important question, has cycle 360 drawn in senry shippers? cause, like, it wasn't really intentional, but if you get that from my au then by all means ship them.

[bugs013]

“You stayed?”

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Not my pics

Warnings- basic criminal minds violence, blood, hospitalization, nightmares, mentions of suicide, mentions of making out, use of ‘Y/N’ but only a few times, i don’t think any pronouns were used but correct me if i’m wrong! Lmk if i missed anything!

A/N- this is my first time actually writing something so it’s not the best. I wrote this for my sister and she wouldn’t shut up about it so here it is lol. Also I’m dyslexic so if there are any mistakes then please let me know! (I reread it at least 3 times lmao) i’m open to criticism just don’t be too extreme pls lol

When you started at the BAU everyone seemed pretty nice except for one person, Spencer Reid, you weren’t sure why but for some reason you two just didn’t get along. As time went on nothing changed. The team tried to get you two to be friends but it never worked, everyone just got used to it, simple shaking their head or laughing when the two of you would glare at each other or make comments about each other’s ‘bad’ performances.

This case has been horrible, you’ve gotten so many leads but it keeps hitting dead ends, everyone was sitting around the table pissed until Spencer of course figured something out. He started writing on the board.

Morgan noticed first, his brows furrowed. “Whatcha got kid?”

At that everyones heads snap up at Reid and the board, why is he so stupidly smart?, there is silence for a moment as everyone shares some confused glances.

Spencer rambles on about where we will find the unsub and how, it took a minute to explain but soon enough everyone is up and heading to a house where supposedly the unsub will be.

You, Morgan and Rossi go in the back while JJ, Reid and Hotch go through the front. Everyone searches around but no one is in the house, that is until You and Spencer find a way to the basement, Spencer went down the creaky stairs but before you could even make it down two step’s Spencer was hit by the unsub, you point your gun at the man.

“Let me see your hands!”

He points a gun at his hostage’s head, holding her tightly with his free arm. “I’ll shoot!”

You glance over to see Reid was back up with his gun pointing at the unsub as well, geez that was fast.

“She is not who you think she is. You don’t want to kill her.” Spencer said to the man.

“She killed my girlfriend! She deserves to die!”

“She had nothing to do with it, she’s innocent. Lily killed herself Adrian. She was hurting herself.”

“Shut up! You’re lying!” The gun now pointed at Spencer and you can see that he’s about to pull the trigger, as soon as you hear the gun shot you quickly jumped in front of the bullet, you have no clue what came over you but all you know is the pain you felt in your shoulder was brutal. You hit the ground with a loud yelp, you look to your shoulder and see the blood oozing out. “Shit”

“Y/N!” Spencer shouts as he soon fell to his knees next to you.

But then you see the unsub running up the stairs and you push Spencer with you free hand, the other over your bleeding wound. “He’s getting away idiot.” But Spencer didn’t bother moving, besides the rest of the team already had the guy now. He shouts that you need an ambulance and the last thing you remember was Spencer shaking you and saying; “stay with me Y/N.” As your vision then went black.

~~~~

You wake up to the sound of machines beeping around you and the cool air of the hospital giving you chills, the thin blanket draped over you didn’t do much to warm you. You blink a few times as your vision slowly unblurs, then you realize someone was holding your hand, you squint to see who it was and when you realize it was Reid you squeeze his hand gently and his head pops up. “You’re awake?”

“You stayed?” He smiled softly. Then he glances at your interlocked hands, he clears his throat as he pulls his hand back awkwardly. Your brows furrowed and you chuckle weakly. “I don’t mind.”

His brows raised and he gives a bit of a confused look before then speaking again. “Why did you do that?” He asked. “Do what?” You ask, forgetting that you literally took a bullet for him some hours ago.

“Don’t be dumb.” He said before answering your question. “Jump in front of the bullet?”

“Ohh.” You shrug. “The team needs you…” His brows furrowed. “So? They need you too.” You shrug with one shoulder. “Yeah but without you half the cases would never get solved.” “That’s not true-” “Spencer. It’s true and you know it. We sat in that room for hours, days even, constantly hitting nothing but dead ends…until a little nerd finally figured it out and look, we got the guy-” You paused, you don’t remember if they actually got the guy. “Wait we did get him right?” Spencer chuckled softly as he nods. “Yeah, we got him.” You laugh softly. “Good.”

~~~~

It’s been about 4 weeks now since you had gotten shot and the whole time Spencer was by your side, while in the hospital and after. it was nice, but he was only doing it because he owed you, right? I mean you did save him from a bullet. You have basically fully healed now though.

Spencer is over at you apartment, you already told him you were fine on your own but he insisted on staying while you were hurt and he is still insisting to stay while you get over it all too. And while you did appreciate the help a lot you were starting to feel things you didn’t think you’d ever feel for him. The two of you are enemies, the only time you are ever civil is on the field. But now that you have actually spent some time together and got to know each other, you like him. You like him?

You yawned as you adjust your position on the couch, your eye lids were barely open when you heard Spencer speak. “Tired?” You nodded lazily. “Well i made some soup, you should eat before you go to sleep.” He says as he walks over to the couch. “Mmm, that sounds sooo good but ‘m sooo tired…” You said as you forced yourself to sit up. “It’s only 6:40, you can’t be that tired, can you?” You yawned and shrugged as you sat up. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.” He gives a bit of a confused look. “Oh, why didn’t you get sleep?” “Nightmares.” You say with another shrug. “Nightmares?” He asked and you nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head and got up, walking towards the kitchen. “Come on, food’s gonna get cold.” You say, ignoring the look of concern that filled his face. He’s worried but he can’t force you to talk so he just reluctantly follows you to the kitchen.

~~~~

Your were still drowsy as you put your bowl in the sink but the food did give you at least a little energy. “Y’know, I still don’t understand how you’re such a good cook, i can barely make grilled cheese without burning it.” You say with a little chuckle, Spencer has cooked some pretty delicious food throughout the past weeks and at first you told him he was a bad cook but then he stopped cooking so you had to tell the truth. He lets out a soft laugh as he followed behind, placing his bowl in the sink as well. “It’s easy, just read some cook books, watch some videos and try.” He said as the two of you make your way to the couch.

~~~~

You lay on the couch, your legs hang over the armrest giving Spencer enough room to sit on the other side, near your head. You were asleep, well that’s what Spencer thought at least but when he clicked off the TV and got up to leave he felt a hand on his own and heard your sleepy, quiet voice. “Don’t go…” His brows furrowed as he looked down at you for a moment. “It’s almost nine-” “please…” You interrupted and squeezed his hand lazily. He was sorta confused but then he sits back down. You put your head on his lap as you start to doze back off. “Thank you…”

Spencer fell asleep confused that night.

~~~~

The next morning you wake up to the smell of coffee and you smile, he really stayed? With a yawn and a stretch you got up and went to the kitchen, seeing Spencer with a book in hand, a random one from your bookshelf, you walk over to him. “Did you actually stay all night?” You ask as you lean against the counter, his back still facing you. He spun around at the sound of your voice, putting the book down on the counter and giving you an sweet yet awkward, soft smile. “Yeah, you wanted me to didn’t you? Besides you fell asleep on my lap so i kinda had no choice.” He shrugs a little and you chuckled. “You didn’t have to stay, you could’ve told me to move.” But he shook his head. “You were tired, i didn’t want to wake you up.” You shrugged but then your brows furrowed as you realized you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night like you have been. “Hey! y’know I didn’t have nightmares last night? I actually slept through the night.” You smiled, thankful that you finally got a full nights rest. “Really?” He says as he pours some coffee in a mug, handing it to you. “Yeah, that’s the first time in like a week.” You say, taking the coffee and saying a soft thank you as well. “Thank you for staying…i think that helped…” You looked down at the coffee in your hand as you spoke. Spencer smiles softly. “Oh, it’s no problem, although it would’ve been nice to at least have a blanket.” He joked, after all he was in an awkward position sitting on the couch without a blanket or pillow, but he was just happy you got to sleep well. You chuckled. “Ah, yeah sorry, the couch probably wasn’t very comfortable.” “It’s ok i’m just glad you got some sleep.”

~~~~

It’s been three days of Spencer staying at your apartment to help you sleep at night and the two of you have gotten pretty close, neither of you were really sure why but somehow him being there helped. It’s now 6 PM and you’re helping watching Spencer make dinner for the two of you. You were having a good time just chatting and laughing. At some point you turned on some music, when a song you like starts playing you smile as you took his hands into your own and make him dance with you. When the song ends the two of you were face to face. Both of you froze as you stare at each other for a moment and then slowly the gap between you closed and your lips met in a soft kiss. You felt like a swarm of butterflies had been let loose inside your stomach. Spencer slowly pulled away and both of your faces were flushed. “Um…” You felt like your heart stopped for a minute, ‘did he hate it? Did you ruin everything?’. You thought until you were snapped from your thoughts by his lips pressed back onto yours. Well there’s your answer. As you kiss back your hands go up to his hair while his hands cupped your cheeks holding your face to his. The kiss quickly grew more passionate as your tongues invaded each other’s mouth hungrily and his hands began to carefully roam your body.

Ping

Both yours and Spencer’s phone went off with a text from Garcia; duty calls!

You groan as you heard the devices, knowing it’s probably work. The two of you separate as you check your phones to see that of course it’s time for work. “Stupid job.” Spencer chuckled lightly as he pulled you in for one more gentle kiss before the two of you ate quickly then headed off to the BAU.

~~~~

(a little bonus cuteness)

On the jet ride back home you were exhausted, you end up falling asleep on Spencer’s shoulder and as Spencer carefully covered you with a blanket and kissed the top of your head JJ noticed, she furrowed her brows at Spencer and he gives a little smile then rest his head on yours and closed his eyes, soon falling asleep as well.

[littleolfandomblog]

a head cannon that i genuinely don't see enough of is coach wymack being polynesian. like it was the first thing i thought of when i heard about his tribal tattoos. idk it just always made sense to me that wymack and kevin were either maori or samoan

[thetomorrowshow]

when you had nothing to say ch. 4

Sometimes Jimmy feels like he needs a massive sign on his chest that reads, I’M DEAF. PLEASE WRITE THINGS DOWN. That might save him some lectures he can’t hear. Unless there aren’t any written signs around because nobody else can read. - or, 5 times that someone found out Jimmy was deaf + 1 time they accommodated him :), chapter 4

“Jimmy?”

Jimmy looks up from where he’s re-hemming his sleeve, the threads having all pulled out. He looks up at Tango, smiles. “Yeah?”

“Oh, you know. Just wondering how your day’s been!”

Ah, Tango can probably feel his muscle aches. Jimmy sets down his needle and stretches, reaching his arms up toward the ceiling. He groans, restrains a yawn. “Good, good. Tended to the goats, bothered Grian, yelled at Joel. The usual. How was your day?”

Tango is making dinner for the two of them, baking potatoes in the furnace while some sort of milky cheese sauce boils on the stove. He stops stirring for a moment to glance at Jimmy, brows furrowed contemplatively.

“Good,” he says. “Yeah, my day was good.”

There’s something not quite right in the way he looks at Jimmy, something almost . . . confused. Does Tango think he was lying? Why would he lie about something so simple?

Maybe he thinks it’s a Grian situation. It isn’t the server’s best-kept secret that Grian’s trying to create a Secret Soulmate bond with BigB, ignoring his own soulbound to do so.

Does Tango think he’s lying about what he did today because he suspects that he’s trying to team up with someone else? He would never betray him that way, not in this game! Not when everything is built around the two of them sticking it out together, no matter what people like Grian and Scott and Cleo might say.

Scott and his stupid Relationship Ranch. Jimmy would bet his horn that half of Scott’s purpose is breaking up soulmate bonds.

It would be useful to have someone like that on their side.

Jimmy opens his mouth to suggest it, but just as quickly closes it. If Tango thinks he’s cheating on him, to suggest they have Scott and Cleo over for dinner would be tantamount to admitting his guilt. Not that he’s actually guilty—he isn’t! But it would make it appear so, and he can’t risk the suspicion that it would cast on him.

Tango’s turned back to the stove, continuing to stir the sauce. “I was thinking, we . . . bacon. Does that sound good?”

“Er, yeah,” Jimmy says. Why do people never look directly at him when asking questions? Does Tango want bacon now, or a different night? And does he need Jimmy to do anything about it? They should have some bacon in the icebox from that pig that Cleo butchered, but why is he bringing it up?

Tango waits, then turns an inquisitive eyebrow on him.

“Wait, like, right now?”

“Uh, that . . . said,” Tango laughs, looking back to the sauce the second he starts talking.

Not again.

“Sorry, you’re turned away from me,” Jimmy says awkwardly. “Could you say that again?”

Tango looks at him, that weird, confused look on his face again. “Um, I said that that’s what I said? If we want a bit of bacon in the sauce, we need it now.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, right,” nods Jimmy. “I’ll—I’ll go grab it, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

His cheeks burning, Jimmy sets his sewing down and pulls on his shoes, then hurries outside without lacing them up. They keep their icebox in the cave under the ranch, which makes it a bit of a trip every time they need to grab something, but he doesn’t mind. It’s nice out once the sun is down, a bit of a warm breeze ruffling his hair.

When Jimmy returns, lump of bacon in hand, Tango takes it without saying anything, immediately tearing off a strip and chopping it up into bits. He chops about three strips, then gives Jimmy the rest of it to return to the icebox.

On his way back from the second trip, Jimmy pauses to look up at the sky.

He’s always loved the stars. He used to lie on the grass of his front lawn and gaze up at them until his parents sent him to bed; when he was in the army, he would frequently volunteer for night shifts until his superiors figured out that the night sky distracted him from his job.

He sighs, slowly, wills himself to not get dizzy as he cranes his neck even further back, looking for familiar constellations. Every world has different formations, but sometimes he can find new spots for old favorites.

But dinner is on the stove, and Tango is waiting for him, so Jimmy heads back to the house, smiling at Tango when he checks over his shoulder.

“The stars are beautiful, tonight,” he tells him, and Tango chuckles, turns back to the sauce.

“It’s so funny . . . you . . . stars, every time.”

“Come again?” Jimmy asks, crossing to the side of Tango so that he can see his lips.

Tango doesn’t answer, though. Instead, he takes the pan off the stove and sets down his roughly-carved wooden spoon, turning to properly face Jimmy.

“Jimmy,” he says, “are you feeling okay?”

Jimmy blinks. “Uh, yeah?” he says. Oh, no, is this when Tango brings up any little inconsistencies and uses it against him somehow, even though Jimmy’s been doing his best to prove his loyalty this whole time.

“I just—my ears are hurting,” Tango says. “And, like, I didn’t do anything, I think—the Warden didn’t scream at me or anything. Did you hurt your ears?”

What?

The confusion, even suspicion, that Jimmy thought he’d seen on Tango’s face is clearly concern, now, and Jimmy frowns, touches his ears.

“I don’t think so?” he says. “You said they hurt?”

“Yeah, like, sore. You don’t feel it?”

Sometimes his ears itch, but they rarely hurt. He’s constantly aware of whether or not his ears hurt, knowing that if they get even a simple infection, he’s at risk of losing the rest of his hearing.

So Jimmy’s fairly certain he isn’t feeling any pain in his ears, which brings up the question: why do Tango’s ears hurt?

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I haven’t felt anything.”

Tango hums. “Well, the potatoes are probably done. How about we have dinner and figure it out in the morning?”

If Tango’s ears hurt, then Jimmy’s should be hurting. That’s the way the bond is meant to work, no matter who the pain is coming from. But Jimmy just shrugs it off—it can’t be that serious if Tango thinks they can wait until morning.

He picks up his shirt that he was hemming, frowning when he can’t find the needle. Did he stick it back in the sleeve? He can’t remember. Probably not. This happens every time, will he never learn?

Oh, well. He tosses the shirt onto his bed and drags his chair back over to the table, overly conscious of the scraping sound it makes against their rough wooden floor. He ought to put some wool on the feet of the chairs, make sure they don’t make any sort of sound. Or he could just take his hearing aids out—he’s been wearing them a lot more than he should, and his ears are definitely tired.

Jimmy adjusts one, rotating it just the slightest bit to see if the new position gives his ear a bit of a break. It’s marginally better, so—

Wait.

“Tango,” Jimmy says slowly, “can you feel my hearing aids?”

“What?”

“That might be why your ears hurt,” says Jimmy. He touches the left hearing aid���and now that he’s thinking about it, his ears are definitely a bit sore from how long he’s been wearing the hearing aids. He hadn’t noticed, accustomed to it as he was. “I’ve been wearing my hearing aids for too long. It can definitely be a bit uncomfortable. Here, let me take one out.”

He takes out the left one, sighs a little bit as his ear relaxes. Tango reaches up to rub his own left ear, mouth half-open.

“I—yeah, that fixed it,” he says, and Jimmy puts it back in, twisting it to fit it in just right. “Sorry—you wear hearing aids? Are you Deaf?”

“Did—did you not know?”

“No, I didn’t know! When did that happen?”

“Way before you ever met me,” Jimmy says. “How did you not know? They broke during Third Life and I couldn’t hear for the last few weeks, remember?”

Tango shakes his head, utter surprise painting his face. “I don’t remember that at all.”

To be fair, they didn’t really see much of each other back then. Even though Jimmy spent those last weeks in a near-silent world, cutting his communication to those necessary, he had just kind of assumed that everyone knew what had happened. Apparently, Grian and Scott hadn’t gone around telling everyone about it.

He doesn’t know whether or not to be grateful for that.

“Well, I’ve been Deaf since I was a kid,” says Jimmy, with a bit of a shrug. “I guess I’m just surprised you can’t tell—everyone always says I talk too loud.”

“I just thought you were a loud guy!” Tango says. He turns away for a moment, pulls the potatoes out of the furnace, then turns back, tossing down the towel he’d used to grab the pan. “So, like, what do I sound like to you?”

Jimmy wrinkles his nose. “I dunno, like . . . everyone else? It’s hard to figure out whose voice is whose if they aren’t looking at me, and it’s hard to understand at all without watching their lips—it’s kinda garbled. My hearing aids mostly just amplify, they don’t help a lot with distinguishing.”

“How much can you hear without your hearing aids?”

“Not much,” Jimmy says. “Like, if I’m in a crowded room, I can hear this . . . buzz of noise? Sometimes if someone shouts, I can kind of hear it. Everything sounds like a really muffled TV on the lowest volume setting.”

Tango shakes his head, as if in astonishment. “Man. I never woulda guessed.”

It’s strange just how often in his life Jimmy accidentally hides it. He never really intends to. It just sort of . . . happens.

Why are these conversations always so uncomfortable? Teenage Jim was right about that sign pinned on his shirt thing. That would preemptively end every conversation about people not knowing he’s deaf.

“Well, now you know,” Jimmy shrugs again, awkwardly. “I’ll try to take them out more. Um, should we fry the bacon?”

“Right, right!” Tango hops over to their shabby kitchen chest, digging through for the frying pan. Before he can find it, though, he turns back toward Jimmy.

“I’ve got your back,” he says seriously. “Let me know if you need help with anything, yeah?”

Jimmy doesn’t know quite how to respond to that. “You too,” he settles on eventually. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t ever end up asking Tango for help.

He doesn’t need it. Not really.

[sardonicsugar]

I couldn’t settle on which version of Affogato’s eyes looked better so I need help.

A comment or leaving something in the tags would rlly help me figure out if his eyes look worse dark or light T-T

[juneblooom]

a scene from when nancy, robin, steve, and eddie are trapped in the upside. kind of like when nancy uses her sweater for steve's bandage, except it's his turn to help her. :-)

(this is from my s4 rewrite so OF COURSE there are some deviations from the plot hehe)

Steve gathers her hair up and out of the neck of her sweater, cold hands brushing against her neck. A shiver tumbles down her body, goosebumps following.

An image of the two of them in the Creel’s house, Nancy pulling cobwebs from his hair, flashes across her mind.

Muttering here we go, Steve begins peeling off the sweater, achingly gentle, lifting it up, up, up, the Upside Down’s chill replacing it, and something flickers through her—but it’s not fear of being hurt.

Nancy falls backwards into memories of the two of them, sense memory gone wild.

The want from earlier in the woods grows teeth, hungry and hungrier and she breathes harshly through her nose, praying something as mundane as this won’t unravel her completely.

Steve pauses, sweater almost entirely off. “This hurt?”

“No,” Nancy bites out, shivering—the skin-prickling sensation intensifying the longer she even thinks of how he’s touching her. “It’s fine.”

“If it’s so fine then why don’t you tell me.”

“Can you just take my word for it?”

“Can you just tell me?” He leans closer, breath fanning across her skin. She can just see him out of her peripheral, that smug ass smile ready to catch her in the act.

Nancy shudders again. Steve will be the death of her, one way or another.

“Nance,” he says again, this time a little more worried. “What is it—”

“Steve. It’s… this is just familiar. Okay?”

…

By the time Nancy realizes what she’s said, she wants to bury her face in her hands and run in any direction—ohmygod, why did she say that? Is she possessed? She must be. That’s the only explanation. That or she’s unraveling by the second, bound to be a pile of goo on the ground, a pile of goo that’ll send Steve running.

The itch was never an itch, Nancy now realizes.

What’s worse is how she feels, she actually feels Steve’s head explode the instant he registers it too, how his body seems to lock in place and this time, it’s his turn to make a strangled sound at the back of his throat and her insides plummet.

He’s going to think I’m insane. Who just… says that to their ex?

Paralyzed with shame, sweater hiked up almost to her shoulders, Nancy figures out of every humiliating moment in her life, of which there are many, thishas to be up there. Top three, at least.

Steve silently slips off the rest of the sweater, the fabric just brushing against her face.

She can’t stop imagining him undressing her.

Nancy shuts her eyes, left with only a stupid piece of cotton people have the nerve to call clothes. She must have hit her head on the way down, really hard, saying shit like that. For all Steve knows, she’s still with Jonathan and crossing that line was like, ten times over uncool. They had been dancing around it for a little while now, the ice broken when she dove into Lover’s Lake but of course Nancy went ahead and blew it—

A sigh.

There goes the ripping of her sweater.

She stiffens.

Here it comes.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna tie this around, now, okay?” A pause. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Squeaking out the most pathetic okay in all human existence, Nancy lifts her arms just enough for Steve to carefully wrap the shreds of fabric around her waist, around and around and around, tight enough that the throbbing lessens, sharpness dulling into something more manageable.

Eyes closed, Nancy is hyper-aware of every time they touch, how Steve has to lean forward and around to bring the sweater across her body, hair tickling her skin—or maybe it’s his mouth, or the stubble that’s dusting his jaw. No matter. All of it drives her crazy.

He didn’t… leave her, though.

That must mean something.

A short eternity later, her pulse practically loud enough to be heard from miles away, Steve ties the bandage—a mirror image to his own, Nancy feels as she touches it gingerly, marveling at how she can move much easier, the pressure comforting.

“All done.”

She doesn’t move. Nancy’s decided she’s a statue, now.

“Nance.”

Maybe if she waits long enough, he’ll leave.

A chuckle. “Not leaving. Nance, open your eyes.”

“Do I have to?” It comes out embarrassingly close to a whine, a smile itching to break free.

“You can keep them shut, and see how far you get. I’m betting you won’t make it three feet. And that’s not being pessimistic. There’s literally a ditch, right there.”

Reluctantly, not her first choice, and certainly against her stomach-roiling will, Nancy blinks them open only to find Steve facing her, only a little pigeon-toed and equally nervous.

He stands there without an ounce of the disgust or confusion she was expecting.

Steve looks… ridiculously fond. Maybe a little intense, but fond. It’s curled up in the proud lines of his face, the palest hint of a smile, the color in his cheeks, the insane and wonderful and perhaps a little bit beautiful crinkling of his eyes. He shouldn’t be looking at her like this—this… this is a look for someone else, anyone but her.

“I remember too,” he says quietly, reaching out to twirl a curl of her hair around his finger.

The next breath hiccups in her lungs, tripping over itself, face planting in the mud.

“I remember it all.”

She stops breathing entirely.

Steve cups her face, palms easily encompassing her cheeks and part of Nancy must pass on to the next life, because there is no way Steve Harrington is standing in front of her with an old denim vest, crazy hair, and big chameleon eyes telling her he remembers everything between them.

“No take-backs,” he says—because that was what they always said to one another. Right when things began and it was as terrifying as it was exciting, Steve saying no take-backs when Nancy finally relented after weeks of him cropping up in every corner of her life, at her desk and her locker and her car and even her house that one time (to the chagrin of her father). Right when things were at their zenith and it was as wonderful as it was intoxicating, Nancy saying no take-backs when Steve would say things that would make her melt, amazed at her writing and her passions and the fact that she was like no girl he’d ever met. Right when things were… were ending. And it was as awful as it was passionate. When Steve would mutter no take-backs when Nancy would cancel a date. When Nancy would hiss no take-backs when Steve didn’t want to talk about Barb. When the two of them forgot how to smile because everything else told them not to.

Nancy opens her mouth to say something—to say Jonathan and I broke up, to say I miss you, to say I’ve been a fool and I was a fool to let you go, to say you mean more to me than you or I know.

And maybe if they were just two normal teenagers on a date, then they’d be smiling and blushing and hiding their mouths as they whispered in one another’s ears but instead they’re here on a life or death mission and what Nancy has to offer is a brain that oscillates between full-on-breakdown and hormones and this is what they’re working with, and sure, the great gloomy cloud of potentially the end of the world at the hands of a deranged wizard might frame the i have a crush on you in a different light but there’s still something so agonizingly painful about admitting your feelings and not even the apocalypse can take away from the delicate nature of it all, to be , the ones who dared, the ones who tried, the ones who watched it burn, the ones who are willing to do it again, so forgive Nancy for the shocking intensity but wasn’t this what she wanted all along?

Something different from her parents?

“This might blow your minds but there is plenty of time to hold each other like long-lost lovers in the real goddamn world,” Eddie hisses, glaring at the two of them with enough ice to freeze hell. “Let’s get moving, assholes.”

Nancy shakes herself out of the hazy reverie Steve seems to put her in, recognizing a little too late that Steve recovered first and is now walking alongside Robin, shaking his head (but still glancing backwards to make sure…) as Robin pokes at his arm, a big teasing grin shining in the flashlight’s glare.

It takes a second for Nancy to regain control of her limbs, catching up to an impatient Eddie with a flush that she feels throughout her whole body, and they all file off towards her not-house silently, mercifully not bringing up what just happened.

[foresthouseowo]

[ Sun Wukong from Yakuza AU]

New-old design :3

The girl— Min Joo

The Boy — Bao Bao

Lmk Yakuza AU

[catbox730]

l have Lmk brain rot help (this is a WIP by the way)

[wilko222]

PEOPLE, LMK FANDOM I HAVE SOME SERIOUS STUFF TO SAY

I WAS WACHING SOME OLD EDITS FROM TIMES OF SEASON 3 AND I SAW ONE OF "what should happen- what happened" AND WHILE WACHING IT MY BRAIN PUT INFINITY IQ ON

AND GET THAT

MEI HAD SAMATHI FIRE RIGHT?!? SHE GOT CONTROL OF IT ONLY THATNKS TO MK

AND THEN THERE'S LADY BONE DEMON

SHE WAS DEFEATED ONLY CUZ OF MK WUKONG COULDN'T WIN

THE BOTH SYTUATIONS WOULD END THE WORLD RIGHT?

AND THEN WE GET HIT WYTH SEASON 4 AND 5

MK SHOULDN'T BE AWAKE AND SHOULD. NOT. BE. THERE.

I MEAN IT'S OBVIOUS BUT IT HITS HARD THEN U THINK ABOUT IT

[klocreates2310]

"The Wild, the Free, and the Red" - an Alan Becker fanfic written by me :>

Click here to read it!!! :3

If I ever get an Ao3 account that is where all my stories are goin lol

[sin1039]

decided to draw Yang's and Yue's first lunar new years and yes i am aware that its late but i finally did!!!!

[mentallyillmindmeld]

S1 The Captain from BBC Ghosts, S1 Dean Winchester, and S1 TOS Spock are all put into a room. Can’t leave the room until they admit they’re queer. Who walks out that door first?

[raylasrightbraid]

The dragon prince x How to train your dragon would go crazy chat

“How to train your dragon prince”

🔥🔥🔥