#they drive you crazy but they're so lovable too

[scum-belina]

Working at a nursing home is so awful bc they truly are all so understaffed, underpaid, overworked ,along with many other issues. But good God can it be funny. We have one resident who is obsessed with dog the bounty hunter and in the dining room every lunch and dinner she puts dog the bounty hunter on the TV in there and sings the theme song as loud as she possibly can. She even mimics Dog's cackle at the end of the song every single time.

[chansabsfanclub]

Han NSFW Alphabet

genre : suggestive smut, gender neutral reader

word count : 1477

warning : suggestive and some smutty content

A/N : Han is my bias so I had lots of fun with this, I'm sorry I took such a long break from writing, I hope you enjoy this addition to the NSFW collection.

After care : 

Jisung's super goofy and loving, giving lots of kisses all over his partners face.  He'll give compliments and cuddle them tightly, he wants to make sure they feel loved, while keeping the mood light and fun.

Body (favourite body parts) :

He loves his hands, how they look on his partners body and when they hold his partners neck and face.  Jisung would love his partners booty, he'll rub it and praise them about how hot they are and hold onto it tightly during sex.

Cum :

Messy when he cums, he loves cream pies but only if his partner is on birth control or has a kind of contraceptive, or anal.

Dirty secret :

He hides how Horny he actually is because he thinks it would scare his partner if they knew how much he jerked off and thought dirty thoughts.  Until eventually him and his partner got close enough where he didn't hide it anymore.

Experience :

This man will brag about how he has alllll the experience in the world, he makes it sound like he's the sex expert, but in reality he is relying on the corn hub for his information, and when he actually gets to the down and dirty part, he'll get awkward and make jokes to cope.  Very little experience in other words.

Favourite Position :

Doggy style all night, he can grip his partners ass, pull on their hair, fuck them as hard and roughly as he can, and he finds that the position makes him cum the hardest, it also helps him reach his partners most sensitive spot inside.

Goofy :

Jisung is extremely goofy, especially when it comes to sex, he'll sneakily go in for a motto boat, he'll be teasing and laughing and it helps his partners relax as well if they're nervous or shy, he's easy going and thats what helps make him so lovable.

Hair :

Jisung will do a complete shave every couple of weeks, then let it grow out, it's a lot of work to keep it constantly shaved down, so he has a little routine going where he'll take everything off and then let it grow out, then repeat.

Intimacy :

King of PDA, from making cute faces to holding hands and cuddling on a bus ride to home, he will actively show affection to his partner no matter what.  He has his limits though, cute PDA is good with him, anything sexy or promiscuous would make him too embarrassed and awkward.  

Jerk off:

He will find the time to do it every day at least once, maybe twice if he feels like it.  His sex drive is crazy and his horny levels are insane, so he's jerking off a lot which doesn't help his case.  Don't worry, he's not an addict.  Yet.

Kink:

He's not the most kinky out there, he has a few such as back scratched, he'll beg his partner to dig their nails into his back as he fucks them, as well as pet names and such.  He's pretty open to new things though.

Location:

Anywhere in the house with a solid surface.  You're taking a shower together?  He'll make you hold onto the wall for dear life.  In the kitchen making breakfast, prepare to be lifted onto that counter.  As long as there's no one else in the house Jisung will initiate something anywhere.

Motivation:

His motivation is his hormones, you could be sitting on the couch watching tv and turn him on.  His dick has a mind of its own, so in terms of motivation he will be motivated anytime there's an opportunity.

No :

Noooooo public sex, not for him and never will be, he'a a huge flirt but he also has his dignity he's not willing to risk just to get down and dirty.  He'll stay away from public spaces when it comes to naughty stuff, only closed off locked spaces will do.

Oral :

His best friend, hes a rapper his tongue knows how to move, he can do oral really well, and he also enjoys seeing your mouth wrapped around his dick as you suck him off.

Pace :

He can do any pace depending on the situation.  He's the master at quickies, and if it's slow and sensual you want he can do that too, but he might get carried away and fuck your brains out.

Quickies :

Jisung is down for a quickie anytime any day, his high sex drive needs tending and there's not always time to get sensual, quickies are his best friend.

Risk :

Is Ji the most risky person out there?  No, he'll get super embarrassed if someone were to walk in on something, so he keeps his risk fairly low just to keep SOME of his dignity.  But, he wouldn't be opposed to a quick blowjob under his studio desk to take his mind off his projects.

Stamina :

He has pretty good stamina, we've all heard him rap, his tongue can work miracles and he has enough stamina to make you cum on his face.  He can last around 15 minutes if it's slow and sensual, but if it's a quickie he'll get both him and his partner cumming in less than 5.

Toys :

He feels a but intimidated by them, he's 100% supportive if his partner wants to use them, but he'll get a bit scared if anything super extreme were to come out and be suggested.

Unfair :

He teases, I know he teases, you know he teases its a universal thing.  He'll be dangling sex in front of you like a feather toy to cats.  "Hmm, should I fuck you?  I don't think you'd like that.  I guess we won't fuck."  And other stuff like that.  

Volume :

Jisung is vocal, he's not screaming or anything, but he can't help but mutter out a "Yes baby" or "You feel so good". He'll even let moans slip out of his mouth as he gets closer to his release.

Wild Card :

"Hey Ji, I'm here, I stopped by the convenience store as well."  I called out to my boyfriend as I entered the studio.  It was late and Jisung was stuck on a song he desperately wanted to finish.  He had texted me to come keep him company since Chan and Changbin had already went back to the dorm.  

Jisung turned in his chair to face me and smiled widely.  "I'm so glad you're here!  This is killing me."  He fake cried and opened his arms for a hug.  I giggled at him and went over to hug him tightly.  I sat on his lap and he turned back to his computer.  

I watched as he worked for a while, his shoulders would tense and then relax, and his face would scrunch and he'd hold his breath, eventually releasing it after finishing something.  He was super stressed, and I have an idea how to help him.

I got off his lap and slid under the desk, his face turned from confused to excited really quick.  "Baby, are you gonna..."  

"Shh, keep working."  I interrupted him, he went back to his project, my hands went to the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down slowly, he lifted his butt so I was able to brings them down to his feet, his dick in his underwear was already starting to get hard, it was just too easy with him.  

My hand gently rubbed his dick through his underwear, I could hear him let out a sigh as I pressed down lightly onto him.  My fingers teased at his underwear, slightly tugging them down just so his tip was showing, I brushed my thumb over it making him quiver slightly.

"I thought this was supposed to be a stress relief."  He jokingly said, his breath caught in his throat as I took his whole cock in my mouth.

X-ray :

Jisung gives off average dick energy.  He's my bias okay, so I'm being completely honest,  he doesn't have the biggest dick energy.  I'll give him 6 inches, with a bit more girth, but nothing crazy, he knows how to use it though, from all the jerking off.

Yearning :

He craves sex, we've been over this.  When it comes to sex drive he could make it from one side if Canada to the other.  

Zzz :

Passes out right away, after they've finished, he'd wrap his arms around his partner and cuddled them to sleep, passing out right away.

[sevicia]

Love songs don't work too well on me when they're sad.

I don't have anything to cry over, I've never even been in love.

I put on a sad love song, about any situation (a breakup, an unrequited crush, a loss), and I feel so incredibly frustrated. I feel so sad, so miserable over never having someone who comes to mind when the word "you" is sung, I feel like my life's gone sour and empty and there's nothing I can do to ever fix it, especially when I find that I don't actually care to meet new people and would rather spend time doing things that concern only me and me alone.

And it makes me happy! It makes me feel good, to finally be able to say "I like this, I made this, I want to do this more!" without feeling like a total liar who only says what he thinks he should say in order to get people off his back.

But then I'm alone, truly alone, and my brain's so tired I can't think up any games to play or stories to spin, and I'm alone and empty and it feels so horrible to be unable to think of anything but what I'm feeling, what I don't deserve to be feeling! My eyes itch, my stomach hurts and I can barely breathe from trying not to make any noise. I hate it so much! It drives me crazy! What reason do I have to be like this? I haven't tried. I don't think I'm capable of trying!

It's pathetic, I can't talk about it when I know someone's listening. I'm crying about love. I'm crying over things that haven't happened yet, things that won't ever happen. I'm crying and I can't explain it in a way that'd make sense to anyone, not even me, but I know it's about love, and knowing it's about love makes it so, so much worse.

I hate wanting love, because I know I am loved! I am loved as a friend, as a pet, as a student, but never as a lover. The way I look, or rather the way I am, makes me feel disgusting for wanting this.

I know I should be satisfied with what I have, not grateful nor indebted but satisfied, because I know I deserve this love I get, it doesn't really matter that I can't understand it. It makes me so happy to have people who look out for me, even when I'm too useless to really do the same for them. I love saying stupid things, sharing meaningless details about my day, watching them do just about anything, most of all I love making them laugh with the stupid things I say. I'm flimsy and unreliable and immature, but I hope I can be a safe place – a distraction from whatever they might be going through. I can talk for hours on end; all they have to do is put up with my stuttering jokes. I can't fix their problems, since my advice usually comes just from theory and observations, no practice available – all I hope for is to make them feel better, even if just a little, even if it doesn't last long.

I'm not sure why exactly I deserve to have people who love me, but I am so happy they do. Knowing they love me allows me to love them back, it allows me to stop being so scared of showing them, of letting them know how much I love them.

It makes me so happy, yet so bitter towards myself. Why aren't I satisfied? Can't I just stop wanting what I'll never have? My life's never been better, I have never been so unafraid, but I still can't fully relax, all because of this stupid want I feel. I say "want", but it's a lot more like a craving that won't ever be satisfied.

Feeling like this, knowing who I am? It's disgusting, repulsive, ugly, idiotic, pathetic, sad. No one will ever look at me that way, people have told me so. Not in those words, obviously, but being told "you're so lovable!" and "I don't know, I can't imagine you ever dating anyone for some reason" five sentences apart doesn't leave much room for interpretation, does it.

I know I am a dog. People who say they're dogs (or dog-like) usually mean they are loyal, or aggressive, or playful or loving, or some combination of any of those.

But the kind of dog I am is all about being loved. So very loved, cherished, yet always separate.

It's not something you can fix. I'm part of the family, I know this, but I'm still a different species. My time runs different from yours. Sometimes, a lot of the times, I don't understand what you're saying, but you sound happy, so I'm happy, too.

I chase you around and I do tricks so you'll smile at me and tell me I'm good. I never feel bad about this, I don't see why I should! I love doing tricks!

You take good care of me, dress me up in winter and take me to the vet when I get sick. I never make a scandal, I'm so well-behaved!

At dinner time, I sit at your feet. I already ate, I never miss a meal – I sit at your feet, maybe lean my head into your lap, only to ask for pets, but never food. I never, ever ask for food, no matter how good it looks or how yummy it smells.

You eat while I lay under the table. Sometimes you comment on it – "Isn't he so good? He never asks for human food!" – and hearing it makes me proud, in a way. I focus on my tricks, on making you happy, never on asking for what I can't have.

I'm such a good dog.

My mouth waters. I can smell every single thing you're eating, and it smells so, so good, I just wanna jump up on your lap so I too can have a seat at the table! But I've done it before, and being so close to the food is torture. The smell is even stronger, I salivate even more, and from here I could just lean over a bit while you're not looking, try and grab a bite...

Yes, I could grab a bite, but I won't. I stay put and jump down eventually, going back under the table. I can still hear your chatter, the sounds of cutlery, of chewing, I can tell you're having a really good meal.

A meal that I can't partake in.

Physically, I can, of course, but I know better than to try. I know my place is down here, yours is up there – it's not that you think I'm lesser, it's just how it works. You can't think of a dog eating dinner at a table without laughing, it just sounds so silly!

So I stay under the table, I hear you laugh and chew and swallow it smells so good, my mouth waters and waters and I drool all over myself, but I already ate. Now all I've got are cravings for *your* food, which you won't give me, *can't* give me, because it's people food. Sure, I could eat *some* of it, but then I'll start begging for it. It's better if I don't know what I'm missing out on.

So bad, so bad, I wanna eat it so bad! But I know my place: at your feet, well-behaved and taken care of. So cherished I could never hate you.

But I do resent you. The way you get to sit at the table without sticking out like a sore thumb, the way it's *natural* for you to sit at the table and eat whatever you want.

It's just so unfair, to be so different and have to watch as everyone around me eats while keeping my mouth shut, never whining or whimpering.

I am a dog. You love me, but I'm different from you; we could never stand the same, wish for the same.

I'm so tired. I need to sleep. So tired. I wanna wake up a different person. I'm so sorry I keep wanting more, I'm so sorry I can't get used to this, it's so hard. It hurts so much

[taughtdefense]

you watch august's focus shift as he wipes more polish from your skin with his bare hands—an approach that, while definitely unconventional, amuses you. his words about teaching harper how to play the drums pull at something deeper in you. it's that protective instinct that rises whenever your daughter comes up in conversation, a sense of warmth wrapping around your heart as he talks about her with such ease, such affection.

"yeah, i bet she'd love that," you reply, your voice softening a little as you think about harper, imagining her eyes lighting up as she banged on a drum set, her initially cautious, shy energy turning into a (much more suitable) loud, bright energy that would fill the room. "but i'm warning you, man—once she learns how to be loud, there's probably no going back." you chuckle, picturing her tiny hands pounding away at the drums with absolute abandon, the feathers of her wings painted gold in her joy, driving your entire family crazy in the best way possible. maybe you would have to get her one of those quiet drum sets when she's a little older. henry might be worse.

august's rough technique isn't exactly the most graceful, but it's hard not to admire his determination. the smudged blue polish & his stained hands speak volumes about his effort, & that effort alone feels like a small act of affection. there's something endearing about how he keeps going, despite knowing he's not nailing it... pun totally not intended. you can feel the care in each messy stroke, the way he's trying so hard, even if it isn't perfect.

"honestly, though," you add, lifting your thumb to carefully inspect his handiwork, "you're doing better than i expected." your tone is teasing, but there's no malice behind it—just that familiar, easy banter that's always been a part of your dynamic. you feel the amusement swell in your chest again, almost contagious, but beneath it all, there's that same unspoken bond. it's been there since day one, since the two of you met & clicked in ways that didn't always make sense to outsiders.

he's got that sinclair stubbornness, that roughness around the edges, but it's moments like this where you see past all of that—the gentleness, the care, even in the mess. & you're grateful for it, grateful for him. these moments, even the clumsy ones, mean more than the picture-perfect ones ever could. you don’t think it'd be realistic if august was a cookie-cutter perfect human. no human is. if he were perfect, rhydian & sulien wouldn’t have fallen in love with him. they don’t want perfect partners. rhydian & sulien have always gravitated toward the imperfect, the flawed, the human. you think of their connection with august, how they've embraced him not in spite of his messiness, but because of it. they see what you see—someone who's real, who makes mistakes, who tries even when he knows he's not the best at something. there's a huge comfort in that, in knowing that perfection isn't the goal. it never was. & maybe that's why you've always felt at ease with specific humans like august, because they understand that kind of imperfection. it makes august all the more lovable in their eyes, & yours too, but in a platonic sense.

you know how eldritch beings like rhydian & sulien could easily get lost in their cosmic, unknowable depths, but august pulls them back to something solid, something human. you can see it, how they're drawn to the way he fumbles, the way his hands shake when he’s trying so hard not to mess up. august anchors them, just like he anchors you. in some ways, august's grounding presence reminds you of robby. your fiancé's presence has always grounded you, even when the world feels like it’s spiraling out of control. when you were both in miyagi-do together the first time around, then the second. even when he was in cobra kai, you never stopped fighting for him. like all of your friends, both of them, in their own ways, serve as your tether to something real, something steady. robby might be more put together, more composed than august, but they share that same ability to pull you out of your head, reminding you that it's okay to be flawed, to be human. robby's approach is just... for you, stronger. not that should be an earth-shattering revelation or anything.

you're highly aware of the that the same can be said for rhydian & sulien, just with their own partners. you can't help but think how different things would be if august were more polished—if he wasn't this messy, stubborn, wonderfully imperfect person, the dynamics between everyone would lose that spark. it's the rawness, the reality of him, that keeps everything grounded, allowing him to fit so naturally into all your lives. not to mention, without robby, you wouldn't have that same sense of calm they have with august, where he just lets you just be—imperfect, flawed, & entirely yourself.

"if you want my opinion," you say after a moment, your eyes catching his, "i think harper's going to love having you as her drum teacher. it might do her some good. just try not to teach her to drive us all absolutely insane, alright?" you grin brightly at him, fully expecting that he might do the opposite on purpose, but the thought doesn't bother you as much as he might wind up assuming. not really. in a weird way, it feels like family, & that's something you wouldn't trade for anything.

[modelbus]

Hey idk if requests are open but if they are

Do you think you can do a ranboo ,wilbur or tommy x rich female reader . (I just love how you write it's so good)

In which reader is a friend of them telling them by donations of 5000£ that she is going to come to their house and they don't believe her but she comes from the city in which she lives to the place where they are to surprise them during a stream

I kinda already did rich reader for Tommy (Entrepreneur Enigma) so I decided to do this one for Wilbur!

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Ridiculously Rich

Your favorite part of donating to tell Wilbur things was how he momentarily froze. It always happened, no matter how many times you had given him money. He would look at chat spamming your name, look at his donations, and freeze.

"You're coming to my house?" He reads aloud. "Now? No you won't. Maybe in the morning, but it's fucking late and you're too lazy."

You type out another donation, rolling your eyes at how he doesn't believe you. You don't even bat an eye before entering 5000 as the amount and sending it through, but he sure does once he gets it.

"Woah- I'm not going to believe you. I know you too well to believe you. Chat, she's never going to prioritize me over her bed."

Before, maybe you wouldn't go right that second. Maybe you would've waited until morning. But now? Now you had to go right that second just to spite him.

You message your driver, your poor poor driver, and start grabbing things. Mr. Wilbur Soot is going to regret slandering your name on his stream.

Within five minutes you're in a car, airpods connected to your phone to watch the stream. You live a little bit away so hopefully he'll still be streaming by the time you get there.

"You're rapidly approaching my location, consider the 10,000 a bribe to stay streaming? Fucking hell. I will then. But you're a fucking liar." Wilbur laughs, rolling his eyes.

There's nothing quite like getting out of bed to go spite Wilbur. It truly is a magnificent feeling.

"Any particular reason for the late trip, ma'am?" Your driver asks.

"Spite."

He laughs but doesn't pursue any further questioning. With the kind of money you have, most people don't bother asking questions. As long as they get paid, they're happy.

That's one reason you're so close with Wilbur. You both understood what it was like to be treated as if you weren't really humans. And also, he's a lovable dickhead.

"We'll be there in a minute." Your driver reports some time later, snapping you out of your trance.

"Thank you."

You send another donation, knowing that by the time it goes through you'll be standing outside his office.

The car is driving away as Wilbur notices it, not even bothering to read what you said aloud before laughing and leaving his office. Within seconds of his disappearance from the stream, he's reappearing in the door's glass window, unlocking it for you.

"You're crazy." He laughs, quickly ushering you in.

"You said I wouldn't come."

"Because I thought you wouldn't!"

"Never doubt me, Wil. Never."

"Well, yeah, I know that now! Come say hello to my stream, they'll love to see you. As always."

"Aw, don't be jealous." You tease, following him down the maze of hallways to his little office.

"I'm not jealous!"

"You are, it's okay. Your fans love me more than you and that's okay."

He huffs, probably rolling his eyes. "This one."

"Are you on mute? Nope. Hi chat! Guess who isn't a fucking liar? You should cancel Wil for spreading such slanderous things about me." Without a second thought you take his chair, grinning at him when he throws his hands up in frustration.

Wilbur grabs his chair and yanks it, scaring you into getting off so you don't hit a wall or fall on the floor.

"Thank you for the chair. And don't believe her. Because guess whose ass I have to house for the night now?"

"You love me."

Although you had trouble finding long periods of time to come to visit, Wilbur loved inviting you to his concerts or a one-day hangout. And you loved going. You've even been featured in some Tommy vlogs!

"You or your money. Very close."

You gasp, exaggerating your emotions to seem scandalized. He's lying though, and you both know it. Whenever you donate he ends up sending most of it back. Some he kept at your insistence and also as a fee for "putting up with your dumb antics."

"I'll grab you a spare chair, we can watch some media shares. Have a little fun. Stay put and do not get me canceled."

"When have I ever gotten you canceled?" With a final warning look, he vanishes down the hallway. "So, chat, let me spill all of his secrets."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"

[andiwriteordie]

no idea if you've gotten this ask before but

how do you think Mike and Will's first date would go ? and who'd ask out who ?

i have not gotten this ask before, but literally i'm 😭🥹 thinking about it.

*cracks knuckles* okay, let's go, here's my byler first date scenario:

so, i think mike and will's first official date would happen after the world is saved and everything like that. personally, i think hawkins is going to be destroyed by the end of it (goodbye smalltown ideals and everything hawkins has represented), so both mike and will are going to get the hell out of that town (now entering smalltown boy era thank you very much!). in my mind, i kind of imagine the wheelers have already moved away, so mike and nancy would go back and stay with them, at least until they figure out what comes next (probably college).

i also am a big proponent for s5 being in fall/winter, so like... imagine it's december by now. mike and will are settled back in with their families, and it's been a solid month or so since the world was saved. they're all still figuring out how to be normal now, and it's really the first time that they've gotten the chance to breathe and just... be kids again. they're on the phone, talking one night, and will just happens to mention something about a movie he wants to see or something and how it's crazy that like... wow, they haven't actually been to the movies in years? and mike, lovable little overthinker/planner/person who would literally do anything to make will byers smile he is, gets the best idea.

he wants to take his boyfriend out on a date.

and look, mike doesn't really think too hard about what his plans would be, but while on the phone, he blurts out that they should go. they should go see the movie. together.

obviously, they're dating at this time, but they haven't gone on any dates or had much time just for themselves (other than, you know... patrols and stuff and fighting the monsters from the upside down). so will kind of assumes he means like, oh, with their friends (who live within driving distance and could make it work). and mike suddenly gets all soft and shy and hesitantly tells will that he was... actually thinking about it just being the two of them... like a date. if that's what will would want.

duh. of course will wants that, and will also gets very blushy and shy which is super hilarious because they've known each other for 12+ years now and have been dating each other for at least a solid month now. but it's will and mike, and let's be real, they're both so stupid and in love with each other, and the idea of getting to go on a date with each other? yeah. it makes them both grin like a couple of idiots.

so, they make their plans. mike lives a couple hours away, so they do end up having to beg their parents to let mike come and spend the night (hopper insists upon mike sleeping in a separate room now that mike and will are dating, and joyce totally agrees, with a little wink at will to let him know she trusts them and doesn't care if mike ends up falling asleep in will's room. #1 ally and byler shipper joyce byers.) mike tells will that he'll take care of planning everything, and will agrees to it only if mike agrees that will gets to plan their second date. mike makes some silly little joke about being lucky enough to already get the promise of a second date? and will just laughs and is grinning on the phone like a little idiot, but he tells mike he's ridiculous, etc. etc. again just. fluff. they love each other, and they're dorks.

the day finally comes around when it's their first date, and mike, again the master overthinker/planner/person who would literally do anything to make will byers smile has figured everything out. yes, he has been talking to nancy about what people do on their first dates (not like mike has much experience there, since he and el never really got to go on a first date either). yes, he also called lucas and panicked about this. yes, he also got desperate and talked to steve (why? mike still doesn't know, considering steve definitely does not have a significant other right now), then robin (who was actually surprisingly helpful and gave some gentle advice on how to be careful since it is indiana in the 1980s), and also jonathan (who maybe gave mike a bit of a hard time, but then also reminded mike that he and will have known each other for years and that mike shouldn't overthink it. that he should make this as casual and as mike and will as it can be—because that's what will would want).

mike shows up at the byers' house, and he's nervous which is funny because it's will, but it's okay because will is nervous too. and they stumble and laugh a little bit at first because they're still really trying to figure this whole boyfriend thing out, but then it just... becomes so easy. they go out to a diner first that's near will's house and that had been one of the places jonathan suggested they go (mike had chosen it because it reminded him of a place he and will used to go to back in hawkins when they were kids. he doesn't say this... but will knows). and of course, they have to be careful and not act like they're on a date, but they're bantering and laughing and grinning at each other the whole time, especially when will ends up with a whipped cream mustache or when mike laughs so hard milkshake nearly comes out of his nose. it feels a lot like how things used to be, back when they were kids... but different too. a good different.

after that, they go to the movies, and it's a saturday night, so the place is packed. they end up getting really crappy seats in the back (because they were almost late since they had to clean up after mike's milkshake disaster at the diner and ended up laughing like a couple of idiots in the bathroom), but that's okay. the movie's also just okay, but neither of them really care. all they care about is the fact that they're here together, and their shoulders are pressed together, and halfway through the movie, will leans over and links his pinky with mike's and... mike thinks he's falling in love with will byers all over again.

by the time the movie gets out, they've still got an hour or so before curfew, and yeah, it's december outside, but both of them like looking at the christmas lights, and this is the first holiday season they've gotten to experience in 2 years and also the first holiday season where they've gotten to be with each other in like 3 years. so mike just drives them around will's new hometown, and the radio is playing softly in the background, and their hands are intertwined.

and here in this moment, it's just the two of them. nobody watching. no pressure to be something they're not. it's just... mike and will. two kids who have known each other since they were five, who have been best friends for over a decade, and who now get to go on this exciting journey of falling in love with each other... together.

mike pulls over eventually by one of the bigger houses with pretty lights, and he barely gets a word out before will kisses him—soft and sweet. and when will pulls away, he just thanks mike for this and always makes some teasing quip about how he's going to have some difficulty topping this date, because it's been perfect. mike, of course, gets a bit flustered but also is very proud of himself, since hey, he made will byers smile like this? that's a major success in his book.

30 minutes to curfew now and a 15 minute drive home, so that's plenty of time. both of them lean back in for a kiss, and the lights shine down on them, and mike thinks that this is exactly where he's meant to be.

(they're a few minutes late for curfew, but that's okay. everyone is already asleep, which means nobody is going to notice either if mike ends up falling asleep in will's bed, because the two of them don't want to let each other go and because they don't get to see each other near as much as they want to. their first date everything either of them could've ever wanted—the simplicity and ease of just being themselves with the person they love more than anyone else.

and well, if joyce and hopper notice that the guest bedroom is empty the next morning and will's door is most certainly not three inches open, they don't say anything.

... jonathan and el definitely do though.)

[alexiela73]

Hanzo, Mccree Reaper and Junkrat meets a girl, that is really distant, never smiles, rarely talks and really cold in general. Guys try really hard and when they're dating, the girl changes a lot - she's more social, laughing a lot and just happier.

-sigh- like usual, it didn’t go exactly as asked but in a way, it sort of did? I don’t know. I like how they turned out but they weren’t exactly what you asked for. Sorry :) Life works in mysterious ways. That and I’m an idiot, so...

Hanzo:

Dating was neither of your ideas

Genji didn’t want Hanzo to remain alone forever, but it wasn’t like Hanzo was interested in looking for a match

You both seemed similar, in your long silences and brooding, cold attitudes you displayed to others

Neither of you were very much interested in the idea of friends. Everything was a job. The goal was to get it done quick and successfully, and that was it

There was no time for friendship, or making more then acquaintances 

So the girls and Genji pushed the two of you together…

Your first date started off really awkward. Neither of you really spoke

Hanzo though decided it was best to make an effort and tried to converse with you

At first, you were having none it…until…

One of his noodles started to steal something from off his plate

Immediately Hanzo scolded the dragon, who looked unashamed and just stuck out its little tongue at him

You’d noticed and as much as you tried, you could not pretend disinterest

I mean, the noodles were pretty damn adorable

Quietly you ended up asking about the dragons, and surprised by your decision to ask, Hanzo told you the story of the dragons

His other noodle crawled into your lap at the table, begging for attention and knowing Hanzo did not allow begging. You ended up scratching its chin and when it made an odd noise akin to a purr, you couldn’t help smiling

It was that smile that caught Hanzo’s interest. It was nothing like the silent, cold girl who had walked into the restaurant with him…and it was that smile that made him try harder

Building upon the conversation of the dragons, Hanzo managed to keep you talking

At one point, he found a weak link: you had a love of art, and when he asked you about your art, you blushed so adorably, but showed him anyway

You were an amazing artist, and Hanzo didn’t hesitate to admit that

You ended up studying the tattoo on his arm, and with shining eyes you expressed your love for the intricate designs

The rest of the date went perfectly, and before the two of you knew it, you two had grown comfortable around each other, talking about all kinds of things

You ended up going out with him again, completely different from the girl he had expected

McCree:

The man always did like a challenge

At first, it was admittedly a bit of a game

Everyone knew you kept to yourself, and that you were rather disinterested in socializing with others

Jesse though figured that it was worth a shot

Who knows how, but he managed to convince you to go out and get a bite with him

The whole time his big worry was about getting you to laugh or smile

So, being Jesse, he told a ton of really bad jokes

You remained stony face the entire time, and not one of them managed to even get a snort from you

He tried being goofy, to be charming. None of it really worked

During lunch, there was a twenty minute period of silence when he realized he’d ran out of ways to charm you

Eventually though, you spoke to him for the first time during the ‘date’ and asked him what his belt stood for

When Jesse told you, you finally snorted and asked why he would get something so ridiculous

Hesitant, Jesse told you the story behind it and how Gabriel had given it to him. Honestly, it ended up getting a bit nostalgic, and as he reminisced, he mentioned how Gabriel had been probably the only father figure in his life

After another minute of silence, you admitted that you too had grown up without a father figure. Jesse was surprised by that personal information, but when you smiled softly, he could only stare in awe

You ended up mentioning about how your mother had raised you and what a wonderful woman she was

The two of you spoke of how you grew up, and with the more Jesse gave, the more you returned of yourself

It didn’t take him long to realize that it wasn’t the McCree who made jokes and tried to seduce women that would get you out of your shell

It was the McCree who was real and honest about himself and his feelings

Soon he was able to slip in a joke or two, and to his amazement you would smile, almost shyly

It was that vulnerable look and that soft way you spoke that caught his heart and made him decide to pursue you

The two of you ended up spending a lot more time together afterward and were soon a couple

Reaper:

The way you two fell for each other had nothing to do with dating

You were cold, distant from everyone else

It was because of this that no one really enjoyed being in your company

But in a way, Reaper felt a kinship with you, understanding your silence in a way most others did

While forced to socialize much more then you, Reaper preferred silence and was unable to open up to others. It was easier to drive them off

Of course, that didn't mean he tried to talk to you but it meant he certainly noticed you

Once during a mission though, Reaper ended up injured heavily

Of course his cells could regenerate the wounds quickly, but you were unaware. When you both got back to base, you practically dragged Reaper to the infirmary

Despite his growls and refusals, he did not lift his weapons and you did not let go. He’d never been manhandled by a woman, at least not since becoming Reaper, but he was curious to see what the ever-silent y/n would do

You forced him to take off his jacket and shirt so you could get a better look. You nearly ripped it off yourself

For once, Reaper didn’t fight it. He hated when others looked at him, but there was something about you that made him unafraid. He wanted you to see, and he wanted to know what you would think

As you saw the wound closing, your face showed the first signs of emotion: shock and sympathy. Your eyes trailed over the scarred, pale flesh of his chest and stomach

Slowly, you reached up and brushed your fingers across a scar, noticing how cold he was

Finally your eyes met his, before you looked down. For a moment, he thought you were disgusted

Instead you lifted your shirt, and displayed a long set of scars across your side and stomach. It shocked him, but you only looked at him again with certainty

Everyone suffers. It is inevitable, you had told him, the first words he’d ever really heard from you. But if you want, you don’t have to suffer alone

This was the first time anyone had ever said something like that to him, and in the end he found himself asking quietly about your scars. The two of you spoke, though you never once asked about his scars, as if you knew it was a weak spot

But you didn’t pretend they weren’t there either, fingers tracing each one with care.

The two of you found yourselves drawn to each other more and more, talking and standing against the world together. The first time you smiled at him was the first time he realized he had fallen for you

You weren’t how you had seemed, but neither was he. And in the end, being together was the only way you didn’t both feel alone

Junkrat:

This crazy, lovable man doesn’t know the meaning of no

What first drew him to you was your silence, and the fact that he had never seen you smile

As a man who spends almost all his time smiling, when he isn’t scrunching up his face while thinking over a new invention

So he made it a personal goal to make you smile

For days he would follow you around, try to make you laugh

He was a goofball, he was

Often you'd see Roadhog trailing behind him, worried about what stupid things he would do today

Nothing he seemed to do though was capable of making you open up or smile or even look at him

You couldn’t understand why this filthy, eccentric man kept following you all over the place

Junkrat never gave up though, nor was he ever deterred 

One day you couldn’t help glancing over when you noticed he’d been quiet for almost an hour straight. This was the most silence you’d ever managed to get out of him before

The man sat near you, hunched over scraps of metal and screws, wires...in front of him was this little red ball, cracked open

His tongue out a bit as he concentrated, Junkrat was focusing on connecting the wires

You knew he was a bomb expert and felt no fear, but surprisingly found yourself rather curious towards his invention

It took a moment to weigh the options of whether or not to walk over and look, but Junkrat pretended not to notice for at least ten minutes when you leaned over his shoulder to watch

Finally, Junkrat looked up and gave you a toothy grin

It was the first time you realized that the man was cuter then you had first noticed

To your surprise, instead of pestering you he asked if you wanted to try

Despite the risks, you found yourself eager. Without warning, the usually abrasive Aussie pulled you on his lap, and you found yourself rather flustered

Junkrat couldn't help eyeing the blush on your cheeks as you leaned over the little bomb

Instructing you, you found it riveting as you worked, and without realizing it soon found yourself asking questions about the bomb. Which led to talk of other bomb designs and some of his earlier inventions

The more you spoke, the more invested you were and the more excited your speech became. It surprised Junkrat, how into it you were

Before you knew it, the two of you had finished four mini bombs and had spent almost two hours talking

Hesitantly, you asked if perhaps he’d show you more another time

Stunned, he eagerly agreed and the two of you started spending some more genuine time together

The more you talked, the more you started to like him. And the more you liked him, the more open you were. Giggling, even telling one or two of your own jokes. You loved how he always laughed at your jokes

The two of you fell pretty hard for each other, once you’d given him a chance