#and im too queer for this i just sighed into my hands

[ratatatastic]

there has to be something about the way they made the marrieds swap partners to test the sanctity of their marriage before the public and THEY BOTH FAILED TREMENDOUSLY

"me and bark (delighted tittering little school girl giggles as he reminisces on the one who got away)"

"OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT MISSILE!!! two best looking guys on the team! (slobbering in his mouth)"

[coloursofaparadox]

i ✨️cannot sleep✨️ and vaguing about shit on the internet feels more cathartic than writing it out somewhere else. suffer.

[pinkaditty]

Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 3

cliche yeaaa i know we've already discussed this... let me have this...

a/n: no post last night bc last night was U.S. election night. in no uncertain terms i've been going through emotional turmoil as a disabled queer african american living in this hellhole. idk man. im holding out hope that ill make it through the next four years. in the meantime! enjoy this! quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

summary: part 3 of the "Who's Passing NNN?" tokyo debunker thing. for fun id like u 2 guess before u open the rest of the post and comment what u thought. itd be funny 2 me. cw: men jacking off!!!!!!!! MINORS DNI AS USUAL!!!! these things r never proofread i literally spit them out and they're good 2 go.

Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken

(nearly done with sinostra n hotarubi is otw!)

Please respect my boundary. Thank you!

Jabberwock:

Haru Sagara: Fail

Lovingly, he fails. He does not even try for long. He tries a little bit, but the second he gets the itch, it’s all over… If, he can finish his chores first, at least. 

It's a long walk back to Jabberwock from Obscuary. Not that Haru minds, it's just a long walk. It’s dark out, nearly 1am. It wasn’t like him to be out too terribly late, but he trusted Towa had a handle on things, and he was content to relax for a while. The waning crescent moon and sidewalk lamplights illuminate his way home. The stiff, still, crisp and cool night air felt strange against his warm cheeks and neck. He sighs, and his breath is visible in the air, signifying how cold it was.

Usually he’d be speeding home, but he’d drank far too much to be able to do that. The anomalous drinks still left a cloudy, pleasant feeling in his head, though he was still able to walk fine without any stumbling. There was a problem, though. A slight stirring in his abdomen that just wouldn’t go away. It started long before his drinking though, mid-chores. He’d been easily able to tamp if down then, a swath of chores taking up his time and distractions from his dormmates serving him well. But now, he was drunk. His defenses against such sensations has lowered drastically. Each gentle twitch at his pelvic floor sent a surge of feeling through him, to which he’d visibly stiffen and bite his tongue to prevent any damning noises. He could feel his body stir with more heat than before, the warmth snaking down his spine, creeping to the rest of his body, very quickly reaching his already half-hard cock. The walk became pure torture, each stride beginning to feel like a gentle stroke against his hardening length. The building pleasure goes straight to his brain, and he has to stop his stride, panting, supporting himself with his hands on his knees. He feels himself flush at the sight of his cock pressing hard into his pant leg. He straightens his posture and continues on, worrying his lip between his teeth until they turn red.

It’s a long walk back to Jabberwock from Obscuary. He picks up the pace.

Towa Otonashi: Pass

He tries and gets through! He’s mostly obsessed with romance anyway. Physical intimacy typically takes a backseat. Does that mean he doesn’t want romance to blossom into physical intimacy? No, of course not. If anything, he values the buildup.

It’s late, and no classes tomorrow. Towa’s taken up the liberty of watching a movie in his room, one known for being particularly cheesy, with romance bursting at the seams of it. He’s enjoying himself, leaning forward on the bed as he hungrily watches each scene, drinking in the classic love-at-first-sight trope, waiting eagerly for the miraculous buildup.

As expected, the buildup arrives, and the two main characters finally confess to one another. He sighs happily as the characters kiss, leaning back and propping himself up with his hands, ready for the credits to roll. He is surprised, however, when the scene continues to escalate past just kissing. He waits for it to stop, simultaneously mystified and mesmerized, his eyes glued to the screen as the characters move from kissing to groping to undressing. His heart rises to his throat. His breathing picks up and his face becomes flushed. He still doesn’t stop watching, even as he feels his cock stir in response to the scene. He continues watching with baited breath as the scene continues to escalate further. Undressing turns to nude groping and nude groping elicits intense noises from the screen. He feels his cock harden further, and feels himself hesitantly reaching for it, his gaze flicking between the sex scene and his aching cock trapped in his uniform slacks. Before he knows it, he’s covering his mouth with one hand and rubbing his cock at a furious pace, in tandem with the gentle plap plap plap sounds coming from the screen. The sex is so passionate, so romantic, and he finds himself wishing for something similar. It is when the couple’s lips meet at the climax that he climaxes, spilling himself between his fingers and onto the plush sheets of his bed. He trembles, blinking blearily as he surveys his mess, and watching as the couple embrace one another, the love between them palpable. 

Ren Shiranami: Fail

He didn’t try and he wasn’t going to. I mean come on now! This is Ren we’re talking about. He is not holding his own… Not unless it’s ramen or video games, that is.

His sweaty hair sticks to his even sweatier forehead. His eyes are wide and glued to his PC screen. His posture is hunched, his teeth are grinding, and his legs are taut. He cannot lose this game. He continues to repeat that in his head, desperately trying to focus his attention to the buttons underneath his fingers rather than the burning need his stiffened length presented. He cannot lose this game. He cannot lose this game. He cannot lose this game. The second stage of the battle was not going to catch him off-guard this time. Not this time. 

He leans towards the screen, steeling himself after defeating the first-form boss. His cock continues to press eagerly against his sweatpants as though begging for attention, but he willed himself to ignore it, even as the hem of his underwear brushing along his tip threatened to make him lose his composure. 

Finally, the next scene starts. He’s ready, dodging as many attacks as he can and dealing as much damage as possible. At long last, he’s so close, just a few blows away from victory. He’s so close. He feels his cock jump in response to those thoughts, and the fleeting thought of being close to bursting flashes across his mind before he shakes his head harshly and returns to his game. His cock jumps again just as he lands a blow, his tip once again pressing into the hem of his underwear. He cannot continue while ignoring the insistent press. He growls, displeased, and reaches down for a quick readjustment, his hands only leaving the buttons for a moment. Once adjusted, he suppresses a gasp at the feeling and returns his hands to the buttons. Too late. The boss took advantage of his momentary stillness and sliced him in half, prompting the “GAME OVER” screen. 

Ren angrily shoves the controller away from him and buries his head in his hands, peeking down at his twitching cock forming a tent in his sweatpants. 

a/n: i love fictional men suffering!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i imagined ren playing elden ring 4 reference (specifically battling malenia) but ur free 2 imagine whatever lol!

note that, as always, i enjoy likes, comments, and reblogs!! please tell me how much you enjoyed my work! it really means a lot!

ALSO WOOOOO HIT 500 FOLLOWERS! if ur reading this, slide in2 my asks with a prompt idea (please don't expect a response!). i want 2 write some juicy porn with whoever comes 2 mind.

final note that i purposely extended haru's part bc @/aayakashii was looking forward 2 it and i thought her tags were so funny lmfao

[nativegirltapes]

I've only read the script for the movie (along with the book) 1. Would you say that Eugene is very cold and detached during the BJ scene when Lee goes down on him. In the script in basically says that Lee keeps looking to see if Eugene is into it but that he is ''neither disgusted nor happy''. 2. How do you inerpret Eugenes back and forth. His tug and pull with Lee essentially. Again, I have not seen the movie, only read the script, but from what I gather, it seems like Eugene does not know what his sexuality is and is exploring it, a bit confused about it. And therefor does not know how to feel about Lee. To me, I think apart of him likes him but then the other part of him, is almost disgusted/confused for liking a man and tries to fight it. 3. I totally feel you on the ''allerton lowkey made me mad''. He is one cold ass bitch. Goes from having intimate moments to just plain out ignoring him in public, or looking bored when they have conversations. Even from reading the script, there was a certain bordom from the intimacy as well ''If you insist''. Like damn. If a man was that disinterested with me, bye. Though it feels a bit icky that they had an agreement to ''have Allerton please him twice a week''. I feel like that makes the ''love'' completley void in my opinion. How did you feel about that? Did you think it effected the ''love story'' 4. Would you say this movie is not fully based in....reality....and a bit....not fantasty, but obviously not reality either. I mean....Lee and Eugene having the same dream. Lee ''thinking'' that he is touching Eugenes hair and therefor it moves....

oooooo love these questions <3 i barely understood what was going on during half the movie but i’ll try my best to answer 💝 talking about queer under the cut !!

1. honestly no? he seemed very into when lee was giving him a BJ, he was panting and he seemed very horny and turned on. and even after that he seemed pretty eager to unbutton lee’s pants and give him a hand job. so id say no? he didn’t seem detached. but honestly someone else might have a diff interpretation. i will be completely honest i was just looking at drews fine ass making orgasm faces sigh.

2. i agree!!!!!!!! i will say it’s so fucking hard to read eugene so it’s hard to know if he’s disgusted with the idea of being gay or if he’s just disgusted with lee. the only time i personally picked up on eugene being disgusted by the idea of being gay was when they were in the jungle and the lady who gave them the ayahuasca, after their hallucination was basically saying “the doors already open why not explore more?” (to me it was her basically saying that she seen how open eugene and lee were with each other and thinks they should explore their relationship further) and eugene just kind of looked at her like he was disgusted with himself ?? the lady also said “you should have seen yourself last night.” or something like that. and it’s like oh! his lil gay ass!

3. YES OMG!!!! also there’s one part where they’re at lunch or dinner or whatever and lee is yapping away and when he’s done talking you see eugene kind of just laugh and not give an answer or response to literally anything lee was talking about and then you see lee kind of scoff bc he’s upset eugene didn’t have anything to say to him ? and then he kind of just ask what he’s gonna get to eat because he realizes eugene literally does not GAF. it’s sad. AND YES the “if you insist.” …. it’s like …. eugene you CAN say no ? this wasn’t even when they went to south america yet so it’s like there was so “agreement” yet. eugene could have said “no i don’t want to do anything right now.” but he just said “if you insist.” … like boy what … almost like he was ashamed that he too wanted to do something sexual so kind of made it seem like he was forced into doing something sexual with him ?? does this make sense?

4. i think i know what you’re asking but also im not sure ?? but also yes ?? like when they’re at the movie and lee goes to touch eugene but he’s not really touching him. like after seeing that i really thought that at the end of the movie we were gonna find out that eugene was just apart of lee’s imagination or hallucinations from the heavy drugs he takes. maybe he is?? idk the movie just fucking confused me.

anyway loved these questions 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🩷

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

Based on this post and @make-friends-with-the-rats (for the idea) i have made this little fic. Will say some places i feel are out of character but i tried so hard, also focused more on blush than anything and I don't know how that happend and this was supposed to be about David and Mush.

Maybe I'll come back to it one day to fix it. Or write something new but for now have the queer boys.

-

Mush was tried. More tired than he had ever been when selling. Sure he was ready to fight for the price of papes but he still felt tired. After Crutchy got taken he started to feel the rage. But he knew he couldn't. Especially after Kid Blink had come to him with torn knuckles and his cheek beginning to bruise. Mush only sighed and hugged him. He opened his eyes and looked around at the lodge, everyone taking care of each other. Jack was nowhere to be seen, yet he saw David walk up the stairs. Fire escape.

"You hurt Nick?" Blink asked, more worried about him than his own self.

Mush mumbled a 'no' while snapping back into reality. Sure his hands hurt and maybe his lip was split but nothing was worse than Blink. Taking him to the bathroom Mush held onto his hand lightly. As if it was their normal nights. Which it was. Even when they weren't having a strike, Kid Blink loved his fights.

Mush grabbed the wound wash and bandages as Blink sat on the counter. Now looking into his eye Mush sighed deeply. Pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ya know David told you to back off."

Kid Blink instantly glared, "Yeah well-"

"Louis I don't need you dead." Mush closed his eyes, he could take the fights. He really could. But not this one. "They had chains, Louis. Knives with other sharp stuff-you just-"

"Nick, look at me." Blink held his face, "I know what David told me okay, but when Jack-"

"That's another thing!" Even Mush flinched back at his sudden yell. "You Skittery, and Jack just go in without thinking. Especially when there is someone in the crowd who loves you, Louis."

Blink hopped off the counter. His face now started to get red out of anger. "Loves me? Nick, you don't think I'm doing the same thing? Trying to protect your ass. I'd rather get all broken than have you laying dead in the streets."

Mush stopped. He didn't know what to do. He never thought of it that way. "Then the point still stands."

"That don't make no sense." Blink put a hand on his hip, the other running through his hair. "Nick you fought too-"

"So? Whens a guy comin' up to ya-"

"Then you punch them like me." The bathroom went silent. He was right. Both were right in a way. The stress was getting to them. Any of them. Not just himself and Blink. Everyone started to get snippy with each other. Leading to stupid fights. Like this one.

"Blink, I-im sorry." Mush hugged himself, head hung in shame.

Blink walked forward and lifted his chin up, "Don't be sorry Mush. Okay. Just a lot ya know."

Mush nodded and felt tears ready to fall from his eyes, "I just don't wanna lose ya, Louis."

Leaning in Kid Blink kissed him softly yet full of meaning. "You won't Nick. Trust me okay." "Okay," Mush whispered. He held onto him tightly

Blink smiled into his neck, "Come on Nicky, I still need a doctor."

"Shut up." Mush rolled his eyes and broke the hug. He wanted to hug again. Wanted to hold him forever.

Kid Blink kissed his cheek and sat on the counter. Holding out his hands like always. "Mush Myers I love you."

Mush giggled and felt his cheeks heat up, "Louis Ballittie I love you too."

David looked around at the streets. They were full of newsies. All jumping about, ready for Tibbys. But something was eating at him. Especially when he saw Jack and Kid Blink play fighting. He sighed deeply. No one seemed to listen to him.

"David!" Maybe one did. "Hey Mush." Mush gave him a side hug, "I wanted to talk to you about something. Been on my mind ya know."

"Sure Mush, what is it?" Although he instantly felt better. Especially when Mush was around him. He was his friend after all.

Mush let his shoulders drop and his face frowned slightly, "Look Dave, I've been thinking what you said, about not fighting the scabs."

David raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"

Mush looked towards Kid Blink and Jack, "I think it's getting too violent."

'FINALLY' David screamed inside his head. "Yeah I'd say so but wheres this coming from Mush? Didn't you punch a guy-"

"YES, I punched a guy. But David." He looked to Blink again. "I'm just worried okay. I don't know what to do."

David followed his gaze and now saw Blink and Jack laughing rather than their play fight they had. "I don't know either Mush."

They fell silent. Mostly watching the others as they still continued to Tibbys. Mush was frowning. Not like he didn't you just don't really see that. Or at least David didn't. But he was right. They shouldn't be fighting but they are. Everyone was at fault really. David could only take it in and analyze it to no end. He never slept anyways. Why start now

"Look Dave, I just-well, I care about someone a lot and-"

"It's alright Mush I know what you mean." He smiled softly at him.

Mush's eyes widen but David nudge his shoulder to make him not panic. "Trust me Mush, alright."

Mush nodded and looked up at the sun. A hand over his eyes but enough to see it bright and hot as ever. Turning back to David he smirked, "Have you've kissed Jack yet?"

David's face turned red. "No!" But he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. Mush only laughed. "He's just stupid."

"Yeah, he is." Mush laughed again. "Still Dave, im worried about it getting too violent. I can patch up Blink's wounds over and over again but I don't need to see him dead.

Dead. What a word. He repeated in his head till he saw Jacks's body. Bloody and beaten. He hated it. Squeezing his eyes shut he prayed nothing would happen like that. To anyone. Not just Jack. But his friends. He would always worry about them. "They're not listing to me Mush. What else can I do."

"Tell Jack?" Mush said as if it was so simple.

David shook his head. He brings a finger to his mouth and chews on the skin around the fingernail. "Still too stupid."

Mush sighed. "Maybe he is. But." He faced David and took his finger gently away from his mouth. "Both of our boys are stupid and we still love them."

David eyes widen. Love was another funny word to him. Never really used it before besides for family. Looking at Jack and his stupid hair, stupid eyes, and stupid cowboy hat with is bandanna. He wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

"David. We gotta keep trying okay. We'll win the strike then everything can go back to normal."

Normal. Would that mean school again? He hated that word. He knew that much. "I-i'll talk to Jack. Or try too."

Mush gave another smile but it was big, showing all his teeth. "Just give him a kiss. It makes everything seem better."

David glared but did feel his cheeks redden. Maybe he would kiss Jack. That could fix the strike. Or he hoped.

[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.5

First Part

AT LONG LAST.... THE STREAMER!HONEY HEADCANONS FINALE

Note: This may be the last part, but it is not the end of Streamer!Honey!!! Just the long-winded headcanon posts. I have more planned for the future ^^ mini-fics, shitposts, all sorts of shenanigans <3

—

The punch became a meme. Honey hates it, and Guy hates that Honey hates it.

But god if it isn’t hilarious.

It took a good few months for Honey to stop beating themself up over it, and now they are able to look back on it and laugh. They even have a GIF of the moment as an alert for gifted subs.

—

Charity streams!!! Honey loves doing them. It’s fun, and for a good cause.

And, though it’s fun, sometimes it can get out of hand.

It was meant to be a joke! But, before they knew it, they hit the donation goal...

♡♡♡♡♡♡

HFDJSFEJGGFJSK

IM FREAKING OUT

CANTWAITCANTWAITCANTWAIT

I can’t believe they’re actually doing this 🤭🤭🤭

I DONT KNOW IF MY GAY LITTLE HEART WILL BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT

The sound of the door opening made chat go mostly still.

Honey, very reluctantly with an embarrassed scowl on their face, stepped into camera view.

They stood stiffly, pondering how they ended up here. Here, on stream, in front of thousands of perfect strangers...

Wearing a maid outfit.

Not even a comfortable one! It was frilly, and itchy, and the skirt was way too fucking short.

OMFGNO I FCKING CANT-

🤣🤣🤣🤣

I CANT BREATHE

OH MY GOOOOOOOD

You look so cute!!!

THIS WAS SO WORTH THE MONEY

IM WHEEZING AND I CANT FIND MY INHALERR

HSGJJFHZJAHHAHAHAH

Oh 😳😳

WHY IT LOOK KINDA GOOD THO??

[HONEY’S] TOO HOT THEY KILLED SOMEBODY

“I hate everything,” Honey muttered, as they tried to tug the dress down. It was bad enough that it was so revealing, but it also wouldn’t zip up all the way.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It would only get worse, however, as the next goal would add thigh highs.

And the one after that would add...

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING NOW

AaaaawwwWWWW WHAT A CUTE KITTY

You mean “right fucking meow?”

THEY LOOK SO PISSED LMAO

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING MEOW

They’re gonna kill us 😭😭😭😭

IM QUEER

With what? Their wittle paws?? 😽😽

This is my phone lockscreen now

Simp

“Yeah, you all better enjoy this, ‘cause I’m never doing it again.”

Doubt it, this is the fastest we’ve ever raised money

NOOOOOOOOO

Still waiting for you to say nya

NYAAAAAANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA

ITS THE CIIIIIIIIRRRRCLE OF LIIIIIIIIIFEEE

“I’m not saying that.”

tf you’re not-

★someone donated $50★

SAY NYA BITCH

Honey heaved out a sigh that bordered a growl, and very blandly, “nya.”

As Chat cheered and went practically feral, Honey could only be glad that this couldn’t possibly get any wors-

They froze as they heard the Jaws theme start playing.

“Oh f-”

HE’S HEEEERE

YEEEEEEEESS

HoneysHeaven: wowah 😳

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

HOLY CRAP SOMEONE TAGGED HIM ON TWITTER 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

HoneyHeaven: hey there Honey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

SOMEONE SNITCHED????

Honey braced their elbows on their desk and hid their face in their hands. “Go back to working.”

HoneysHeaven: I will if you promise to still be wearing that when I get home 👀👀

“I’m burning it as soon as this stream ends.”

NOO YOU CANT BURN IT YOU LOOK SO SEXYY 😩😩

The boy just wants to see you all dolled up Boo, let him have his treat

“The next 15 minutes are going to be hell.”

HoneysHeaven: oooh the next goal you put on a collar, hm? 😏😏

Guy ur killing even me rn

OH WAIT I JUST GOT GUYS USERNAME

HoneysHeaven: Honey can you send me like $70

“I am not sending you money.”

HoneysHeaven: awww cmon 🥺🥺 my break ends in 2 minutes I just want to see you in a collar

ITS FOR CHARITY

DONATE TO THE CAUSE

“I’ll put you in a collar,” Honey grumbled with their arms crossed tightly.

HoneysHeaven: wouldn’t be the first time 😉

HOW DO WE RAISE ANOTHER 500 IN 10 MINUTES

AYO WHAT????

—

Guy likes interrupting Honey’s streams unprompted. He loves seeing the smile on their face. The gentle one that they wear while doing what they love. It makes him want to smother them in kisses.

Sometimes when he does this, he forgets about the mask and glasses. There have been plenty of times where he’s nearly accidentally exposed his face to the world, and it gives his honey a mini heart attack each time.

Honey made the executive decision to rearrange their setup so that the door was no longer in view. That way, Guy could spontaneously enter as much as he pleased.

—

Honey was still streaming when Guy returned home from work. They had told him in advance that this stream would be dragging on a bit longer than normal.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey looked up as they heard the door click open. Guy entered, waving a paper bag around.

“Honeeeey,” he sang, “I’ve brought you somethiiiiing.”

is that the boy i hear 👀👀👀

EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO WITNESS THIS

DETROIT CAN WAIT THIS IS IMPORTANT

Honey eyed the bag skeptically as Guy drew closer, “should I be worried?”

“No,” Guy laughed, stopping right outside of the camera’s view. “I brought you donuts!”

“Ooh, really? What’s your motive?”

“Wha-? Motive!? Why do you think I would have a motive?”

Honey raised an eyebrow at their boyfriend and smirked.

Immensely offended, Guy scoffed, “what, am I not allowed to bring the most important person in my life a treat? Purely out of my own volition and the kindness of my heart?”

“I was joking before, but now I’m actually suspicious...”

“Just take the donuts, Honey,” Guy softly spoke with a warm smile, holding out the bag and leaning forward.

When Honey’s hand brushed against his own, Guy leaned closer, his other hand cupping the back of their neck. He held the bag up to hide his face from viewers as he placed a gentle kiss on his partners cheek.

Honey, growing ever more flustered, let out a nervous chuckle as they pushed Guy away and accepted the gifts.

AWWWWHDWSAIHDGDKDSBIDS

ITS HAPPENING

OMG

NO

DID HE KISS THEM??

WHERE IS THE CLIP I NEED TO SEE THAT AGAIN

When you’re so lonely you’re living vicariously through someone in your screen

UH YEAH THATS THE POINT

OF COURSE

I GOT THE CLIP I GOT IT

Chat wouldn’t stop talking about it for the entire rest of the stream.

And for the next 4 streams after that...

—

Chat knows that Guy is important to Honey. No other roommate of theirs has ever become such a big part of their life, everyone knows that they have to be something more.

They stopped bugging Honey about it after a year. It's just kind of common knowledge that these two have a lot of chemistry, but asking straight up about their relationship won't work.

Not that having an answer would change anything, Chat loves seeing how happy Honey is with Guy.

—

It took a little over a year for Honey to agree, but finally they are streaming a game with Guy!!

They're playing Raft. Honey in their streaming room, and Guy in the living room. They're communicating through discord, and Chat is having a blast.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Did you finish building that engine yet?" Honey asked, filling a chest with some items.

"No, I thought you were going to do it," Guy answered.

"I literally told you to go ahead and make one two minutes ago!"

"I was busy distracting the shark while you were scavenging all that shit underwater!"

We should get them couples counciling

Guy can't keep being shark bait ooh ah ah 😭😭

I still don't understand the point of this game

It's his destiny

Raft

raft

The point is raft

RAFT

"Honey, I think I'm dying. My hunger bar is low."

"Then eat something, we have plenty of food."

"I don't think I can make it back in time," Guy whined.

"Wh- where are you??"

You could practically hear Guy's pout, "I went back on the island because you were mad at me."

"I am not mad at you," Honey responded, exasperated, "where are you at on the island?"

"Uhmm... I'm in a place with lots of trees."

"Okay, I'm bringing you some shark meat."

"The shark is dead?"

"Yeah I killed it."

[HONEY] MOVE FASTER WE CANT LET HIM DIE

They are playing the game so wrong I am ripping my hair out

Tip: multiple sails will make you go faster

They can play however they want to 😡

The only right way to do anything is the [Honey] and Guy way

"Oh shi-" Guy started, "I'm dead."

"You're fiiine."

"No, my character just collapsed from hunger."

"Don't be dramatic, I'm almost there."

"I'm not being dramatic!! I died!!!"

"A little death never killed anybody."

Honey found Guy's character, limp on the ground, and picked him up.

"Alright, you big baby, I'll take you to the bed."

"Oooooh," Guy sang impishly, "you're carrying me to bed?"

"Yep."

"What are you gonna do with me once we get there?"

"When we get there, you are gonna build that goddamn engine!"

Upon arrival to the raft, Honey discovered something...

"Where the fuck is the bed??"

Guy coughed out a laugh, "oh, uhm- I might've taken it with me when I left."

"Why would you do that!?!?"

"Because you were mad at me!!!"

"I swear to god-" Honey dropped Guy's carcass on the raft and went to collect materials to make another bed.

"Honeeeeey," Guy whined, "this wooden floor is hard."

Honey sighed, "I'm making you a bed, hold on."

"Come lay underneath meeee."

AGDKSGAKBFK

Boi he wants them under him 👀👀

Can't believe they let Guy die, I'll never forgive them for this 😢🤧😖 /lh /j

Our boy really stepped up his flirting game 😳😳😳

Too bad [Honey] is too oblivious

They're not oblivious, they're an asshole

A distinct sound of sharp teeth chomping into their hard work caught Honey's attention.

"Fuckin' hell," they murmured, "the stupid shark is back."

"Hurry up making the bed and I can kill it," Guy offered.

"I thought you were making the bed," Honey retorted.

Guy scoffed, "Honey!!!!"

"I gotta stab the shark, hold on."

Cold blooded

Yeah

They don't deserve Guy I'm gonna kidnap him

That shark is an endangered species!!!

DoNT YOU DARE GUYNAP OUR BELOVED BOY

Finally, finally, Honey returned and placed Guy's character on the bed. He sprang up immediately.

Guy's cheerful voice started up, "yayyy, thank you Hone-" and was cut off with a yelp.

The shark had glitched through the bottom of the raft and attack Guy. It scared him half to death, but Honey?

Honey was laughing hysterically.

And it was music to Guy's ears.

Gasping for breath, they kept trying to say something, but continuously fell into a fit of giggles.

Guy was barely able to form his own words without laughing, trying to feign offense at his honey's joy in seeing him hurt. But hearing them laugh so heartily? He couldn't help but melt.

And he didn't want to just hear it, he wanted to see it.

"I'm coming to get you, Honey!" He announced, just before darting towards their room.

"No, no no!" They tried to object, but it was too late as Guy came bursting in.

They were in his arms and on the floor in an instant, tears streaming down their face as they tried to breathe.

Their face hurt from smiling, and they tried to calm down, but as soon as their breathing slowed Guy started to tickle them.

"Guy-! No!! Stop it!" They squealed and squirmed, but to no avail. Their previous laughing fit left them exhausted.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like we shouldn't be watching this

HES SO CUTE????

GUY FACE REVEAL!!!!!

EVERYONE SHIELD YOUR EYES

TURN OFF YOUR DEVICES THIS IS ILLEGAL

Wait I think I've seen him before!

When all settled down, Guy and Honey were nothing but a mess of tangled limbs on the floor, just barely out of frame.

"I love you, Honey," he said softly.

Honey smiled, "I love you too."

—

When the couple realized that Guy was no longer anonymous, Honey made him start carrying pepper spray while he worked.

Gotta keep the boy safe.

The End.

A/N: Thank you for reading the Streamer!Honey series ♡ I've loved writing it, and it makes me so happy that you all loved it as well!

[bryverros]

YAP MY LIEGE WHAT ARE THE HAPPENINGS IN THY KINGDOM

im going to be real immature on main so turn a blind eye guys

so. my beloved firefighter show. first, a brief introduction to the massive fandom drama. we have buck, eddie and tommy. buck and eddie are best friends since season 2 episode 1 (we are on season 8), tommy becomes an important(?) character in season 7.

- buck and tommy are canonically in a relationship. i want them broken up asap. its not even personal. i just dont think they work, even all the buckandeddie theories aside. and if they do break up, i will call it a win and clap my hands jollily. their fanbase is honestly making me feel stupid because theyre acting like bucktommy is this soulmates endgame couple and i tried seeing it. but i just dont.

exhibit 1. eddie appears in practically every single bucktommy scene. and when he didnt appear directly, he sure as hell was mentioned. a lot. which??? weird??? considering the fact that bucktommy are supposed to be in a relationship and very in love. like maybe i dont know shit about dating but im pretty sure that its objectively weird to include the best friend in all scenes the couple has. so far, in s8, buck and tommy had one (1) scene. and it had eddie in it.

then there’s the whole weird thing on how buck and tommy got together in the first place and one might argue that buck was trying to get eddie’s attention, not tommy’s. so like yeah eddie sure is haunting their narrative a lot and for seemingly no reason which kind of stops me from feeling attached to the ship. which i tried initially before i started praying on their breakup.

- in the scenes buck and tommy (+eddie. cant forget that he was there) did have. sigh. their dynamics is just weird. first of all, tommy is older than buck. like, he was in the flashbacks of the older coworkers (he was kind of racist and kind of homophobic and misogynistic in those too, but ok ill let that pass, people change blah blah). and he called buck kid before they got together. which. sigh. im generally against age gaps i dont fw that stuff and theyre not letting me forget that they do have an age gap. but fine, ill put the age gap aside. theyre both adults so yk. surely it wont be THAT bad. alas. it is. moving to the next exhibit

exhibit 2. the bachelor party. so buck is really excited to organise this themed party for their his brother in law (a dude tommy was kind of racist towards in the flashback btw). the theme is. 80s. buck and eddie do matching costumes (suggested by eddie. very enthusiastically)! matching each others freak! yay! what does tommy do. he arrives in a henley. and as a person who kind of relates to buck in a way that i get excited about things. tommy’s low effort uninterestingness wouldve kind of been hurtful to me? like the way he casually kind of discarded that excitement buck had about this party was giving “im not interested in your interests babe 🫶” and from personal experience! not nice! and buck already had like a shit ton of self esteem issues and like yeah im projecting but please please break up w tommy you deserve better buck please

- name. so evan buckley has been going by buck. everyone calls him buck except his parents (bad. he doesnt like that) and his sister. sometimes. tommy calls him evan all the fucking time. which feels. condescending. i do not like it in the slightest. break up bucktommy. for me. please.

now! onto the clowning part.

ok look. buck and eddie. theyre so special. their friendship is so special. and if they go canon. that would be absolutely historical. like a queer non established from the beginning romance? that has 6+ years of shared history? they were friends before they were lovers and they could be THE friends to lovers in my eyes. and look if they dont go romantic, i really wont be that sad? their friendship kind of remains regardless so like while i do think it would be bold and take some good writing to have them go down the romantic line. i also do really cherish their friendship. but i am strongly gaslit that they will go romantic. to the point where i fear that im clowning about it.

- the actor playing buck recently said that he wants some slowburn for buck. some will they wont they kind of relationship. that the audience will have to yearn for. like my man your character is in a relationship and that relationship came together in, let me check… 2 episodes? slowburn? bucktommy? i have a VERY hard time believing that. there were a whole bunch of other quotes that could be interpreted as bucktommy breakup (yay 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶). like you dont see any other member of the cast speaking about their love interest the same way this man does about tommy.

- the episodes 5 and 6 are centred on buck and eddie respectively. episode 5 will have tommy “weirded out by something about buck” (surprise surprise). episode 6 is called confessions. eddie has a lot of potential queer coding (eddie: “i just hate having to date. it feels like i have to perform”; someone else about eddies relationship: “just make sure youre following your heart. not christopher’s [his son]” ahh stuff). and episode 6 is centred on him. it also is coming out on nov 7th, 2 days after the infamous destiel election day. so having eddies coming out in that episode would be the funniest thing ever. and the marketing for these episodes is driving me insane. like. will they. wont they. will they. wont they. i feel like im clowning so hard but i also feel like i cant be wrong about this stuff yk? too many coincidences?

so yeah. episode 5 is coming out today. wish me luck (bucktommy breakup ⁉️)

[pepsiixo]

- SHAPE OF YOU (unexperienced!reader x experienced!matt)

- DISCLAIMER : insecurities mentioned, body talk, weight talk,pet names (ma,sweetheart,love,princess).

(I'm big myself so don't worry)

WARNING - no copying,credit if idea used, this is my first fic on tumblr so sorry if its bad.

enjoy cunts and queers (and sluts too)

you were in matts bathroom looking at yourself the door was slightly cracked open.

"love are you ready?" matt calls from the room, you walk out still in your robe. He looks at you concerned of why you weren't taking it off, "whats wrong? do you not what to have sex, we don't have to we can just chill and watch movies together." he asks calmly, you hesitate to answer as your mouth opens and closes repeatedly.

"In the past when I've had sex, we've always done it in the dark with a slight candle light.." you finally let out, matt tilts his head "is this not romantic enough for you?" He asks wanting to always please you, "no no," you say almost scared for the reason why. "It's not that it isn't romantic enough, im just scared of how you'll look at me.." matt instantly becomes more worried as he lifts you and places you on his lap slowly leaning into the head board, "why would you be scared of how I'll look at you, I love you I would never look at you negatively" He spoons you in his lap,tucking your hair behind your ear and kisses your forhead.

you sigh as a wet sensation falls below your cheek, matt wipes the sudden fallen tear as his lips form into a pout. "Oh sweetheart, you think I would hate you for your body? Never I love you for all of you, just because you have a little meat on your bones doesn't mean anything, thats just a healthy body" he slowly starts rocking you as the tears fall, he kisses your forehead again and lays you on the bed.

"Why don't we not do it today and watch some movies and fall asleep, we can cuddle as well. How about that dog and spaghetti movie?" He suggests, "it's lady and the tramp you idiot" you say as you giggle slightly, matt is just focused on making you smile. "Now princess I'll be right back I'm going to go make popcorn you can get comfy and warm, try not to fall asleep".

"Alright ma, here you go heres your poporn" Matt says as he comes around and gets in bed laying the popcorn on your lap. "Be careful its hot" he wraps his arm around your neck and give you a soft kiss before diving his hand into the popcorn and eating the big handful.

(sorry this was short I will make a longer fic if you want these two to have their moment)

made by @pepsiixo !!

dividers by @infectedrpd

@TAGLIST (if you want to be on it, just ask in the comments)

[exmotranny]

i was a godfearing christian daughter

wearing a green tulle dress

and now im an ugly athiest son

and my ripped jeans look like a mess

i was a girl bowing to god

i was holding my scriptures on saturday night

now im a kid with nowhere to go

sitting with my friends, laughing in the moonlight

i was stupid, not happy

ignorance not really bliss

but now i'm a fag still in the church i hate

i don't think anyone's winning in this

i sigh and bow my head

oh, great god on high

but i don't hear his voice

just white noise

it echoes 'till im deaf

and i don't see no angels

just bright lights

and they flash 'till i'm blind

and i wish i could go back

i wish i could rewind

but i can't

so i get drunk off of lies and stupid little things

like a new name, and what if that person could love me

and what if my parents found a new routine

and what if i escaped into a religion that i could see

the god of, and what if he was really true

and what if my faith wasn't good enough, what would i do

if god came alive and i didn't pass the test

spend eternity alone, since i couldn't be the best

but for now i'll be a queer and look up at the stars

and in the corner of my eye i see the hurt, i see the scars

i see the pain and the hope and the ones who didn't care

and i see you, too, i see you right there

and god forbid, i decide to leave this fucked up scene

where everyone is hurt, where no one knows anything

please don't stop me, don't tell anyone a thing

need to make a clean break, no loose ends or left strings

and hey babe, its not like i'm contemplating suicide

but every night when i go to bed and i close my eyes

i want to sleep, i want to go, and i want to never wake again

a fate i wouldn't want for you, my dear pretty friend

but im ugly and dumb and stupid and mean

and so many times i've fucked up i don't deserve anything

i don't deserve happy endings and i don't deserve escape

i'm in a shitty cult, i have to be, i should have to stay

i should die and bleed and sink into the cold wet ground

i should cry, get lost and never get found

i should go away and never fall asleep

and i wont think of you, not a single thing

cause i have to let go, i'm not allowed to care

even when your scent is left in my hair

even when every time i think of you i cry

and i realize how much i don't want to die

i was a godfearing loveless angry quiet

christian daughter wearing a tulle dress

and now im a soft spoken sad boy in love

and i wish i wouldn't think of you at all

and i wish i wasn't such a goddamn mess

and i wish you'd stop looking at me

and i wish i could die

and i wish you'd hold my hand

and i wish i didn't cry

im a godfearing faggot who wants to be deceased

im an ugly ass sad boy full of poetry

im full of words and bugs and both are spilling out

and it'll be blood next, what a pleasure to takeout

all my guts and organs and blood and my brains

and on the outside pretend that i'm totally okay

i get drunk off of lies

i get drunk off of names

i get drunk off of you and our stupid little games

and i get drunk off of music and i get drunk off of art

and when i don't have poems to write i just fall apart

and poems are neat, stay in the cage

but this one i write sprawled over the page

cause big emotions don't fit

in itty bitty words

cause it's hard to get them out

it's hard to explain hurt

and i go in circles and write until it strips me

of everything i have, my agency

and you witness, you see all of me

but to conclude, you have to see

i love you

and i hate me

and i was a godfearing, angry, good old christian daughter

and now i'm just a son, and all i do is think

and i think that god's a stupid fucking creep

and he doesn't have a plan for me

and i think that i love you

and i think that i can't sleep

[chavahlahdraws]

writing prompt!!! maybe howl's pov of a scene in hmc where he Knows sophie's not an old woman but is so baffled and amused and fascinated trying to figure out what is actually going on with her. why is she like this. and why is he high-key into it?

OR

them working on a spell together and it goes disastrously wrong <3

im definitely going to do the second one too but … (fair warning i am an avid calling howl howell when it’s from his perspective supporter) also this has quite a bit of references to queer coded howl because i genuinely believe that at least part of why he had to escape to ingary is because he felt so out of place in our world :/ ANYWAYS

~~

Howell raced towards Mrs. Fairfax’s house with purpose. He may not have succeeded at wooing beautiful Lettie Hatter, but he was a changed man after his last visit with her. He had been right, all this time! Of course, Howell had known Sophie was under a spell all this time, but now that he knew for sure that Lettie was Sophie’s sister, he also knew for sure that he was right! Thank goodness she was so young, though, because he had begun to think himself a bit strange for his feelings about her. Now it all made perfect sense.

He was desperate for answers, because for some reason it was still entirely unclear why (or by who!) Sophie had been put under that spell. Howell was determined to find out, and he was determined to break the curse she was under because it was so far proving to be the most difficult he’d encountered yet.

“Dear Lettie!” He announced himself loudly at her door. Mrs. Fairfax answered.

“Mr. Oak,” She said politely, a smile plastered on her face. “Lettie’s just in the grove, picking apples.” Howell nodded, shuffling past her quickly.

“Lettie,” He said with an undeniably darling smile. The dark-haired, beautiful Hatter girl responded in kind. He knelt handsomely before her in her dainty little garden seat, brushing his pinkish-ginger hair out of his eyes. “How have you been, my dear?” He said charmingly.

“Alright.” Lettie said, smiling widely. She stayed unnaturally frozen like that for a moment. “...How is Sophie?”

“Sophie?” Howell raised an eyebrow. “Oh, she’s been a bit worse, pain-wise, but if you know her, you know that she won’t take that and she’s as rigid as ever. And I’ve been trying to help her.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Lettie seemed very concerned by that.

“Well, she’s quite an old woman,” said Howell. “You’d have to be half-sisters, at most, or perhaps she’s-”

Lettie looked like she was about to burst. “Did you do something to her?” She blurted, managing to keep that unnatural smile plastered over her face as she said it.

“Oh, no!” Howell said, quite defensively. “I wouldn’t. She’s been like that since I met her.”

“Sylvester!” Lettie shouted. “Is she alright?”

“She’s fine,” Howell said, taking Lettie’s hand in his. “She’s perfectly alright, Lettie. I promise you.”

She heaved a sigh of relief. Her exhaustingly wide smile turned into an adoring gaze again. “Good.” She said, still seeming a little strained. It was just then that Howell noticed a very familiar figure, poking her nosy self around the hedges. He almost laughed out loud, because the very girl he was here to inquire her sister about was standing in front of him, not fifty feet away! She really was quite a menace, that blasted woman!

It suddenly occurred to Howell that Sophie might be jealous of the attention he was affording her lovely sister. Her courting still had the potential to be a wonderful excuse to find out more about her. Goodness, was Sophie a force to be reckoned with! She must have used some of his old seven-league boots to get here so quickly.

The dog that had been behind Lettie emerged suddenly, and she instinctively pet him on the head.

Howell squinted. “...Would you feel well enough for me to leave now, dear?” He asked gently, still holding her hand. He supposed that Sophie was here to speak with her sister.

“Yes!” said Lettie. “I am perfectly fine, Sylvester! Shouldn’t you be going, anyway?”

She seemed rather in a hurry as well. Howell kissed the top of her hand. “Until we meet again, Lettie.”

“Thank you very much, sir.” She bowed gracefully.

Howell held his arms out, drawing a pentagram over the grass with his index fingers. He pointed one of his hands in the direction of Kingsbury and launched his opposite hand, making himself dart toward the city. The markets there were renowned for their quality, and Howell figured he should buy Sophie a few extravagant presents for all her trouble. And of course, something for Michael, too, so she didn’t think him too strange for fancying her as an old woman.

Besides, he thought, the two of them would certainly need something to wear to the palace, if they were ever to blacken his name in front of the King. But all the same, he felt like spending some money.

Howell exited the spell softly, landing himself in a dark alleyway so he wouldn’t be seen. He magicked his suit just a little less noticeable, cast a spell of unrecognizability and stepped out into the sunlight. Admittedly, going out on the town was far less enjoyable when he couldn’t be lauded for his impressive sense of style. The boys back home always teased him for it. Dreadfully, too. He found he fit in better in Ingary anyways.

When he turned his head, Howell was suddenly captivated by a dazzling grey silk dress, sitting in the gold-laden window of a luxury shop. Oh, and there was a shawl to match! The thought of his old rugby mates suddenly vanished. Sophie would probably love it. It was as unassuming as she’d like to be, but surely as beautiful as she was too.

She had always rather reminded him of that girl he’d met on May Day, that lovely red-headed girl who’d been so scared. Howell hoped that was Sophie. He purchased the outfit immediately and walked out of the shop gallant, feeling like a new man again. He’d forgotten how rejuvenating this was!

More importantly, he thought, if Sophie was the girl he’d met on May Day, how had such a timid mouse of a girl gotten herself tangled up in this mess? Lettie didn’t match her beauty by any means, even in that little grey dress. Howell stopped in his tracks again, his eyes drawn to a fine petticoat shop to his right. He bought four from it, to go along with her dress. Grey as a color is generally very versatile.

Howell was still thinking about Sophie when he bought a velvet suit tailored perfectly to Michael’s measurements (which he had thankfully brought along). Then, in order to keep from buying another for himself, he picked up two more petticoats, some stockings and a pair of boots for Sophie.

“Who would have thought!” Howell said to himself after he had hauled the last of the parcels over his shoulders. “I’m such a generous soul,” He said, thoroughly pleased with himself. He’d better get back to the castle so he could get them their gifts. Howell cast a simple return spell with a circle drawn in the air and with one snap of his fingers, he was standing beside Calcifer’s grate.

“Where have you been?” He sizzled angrily, his green eyebrows furrowed. “Everyone’s been gone all day.”

“Oh, I know,” said Howl, setting the parcels down on the spelling table. “Sophie is up to all sorts of mischief, isn’t she?”

“And she’s brought Michael along with her.” Calcifer grumbled.

“She’s going to poison his young, spotless mind.” Howell sighed. “I’m going to wash up.” He said, dusting the ash off of his hands. “Please heat the water, Cal!” He sang as he ran up the stairs.

“Oh, bother!” Calcifer shouted after him. “Just wait until Sophie gets back!”

[cas-mentalynothereeee]

Here is a skk fic im working on. Its a little strange because its the first one i did and i have it switching POVs so im sorry if thats annoying.

TWS- Men being queer, Being really sick, Throwing up, suicidal topics

Dazai POV:

"At-su-shiii.." 

I said looking at the boy who was sweating nervously. 

"Y..yes dazai san..?"

 Atsushi asked me.

 "Youuuu should do my paperwork for me!" 

I smiled widely at him. 

"Dazai san I have a life too you know. I can’t always do it for you.." 

Atsushi said, smiling warmly as he declined my request. 

"Very well..I guess I'll be here late.."

 I chuckle to myself as I do work for once in my life.. 

It was around midnight when I finished the stacks of paper I had let build up on my desk…

I sighed and stretched…That's when I felt a pain in my side.. 

It was probably nothing. I thought as I grabbed my things and closed up the office. 

As I walked home though I had a headache and I felt a bit warm.

 I assumed it was just the weather changing or seasonal allergies, nothing too bad…

But oh boy. Was I wrong.

3rd person POV:

As Dazai walked to work the next day he felt incredibly ill..the headache he hoped would go away after sleep did not. And he felt very hot, in fact he was so hot he didn't even grab his trenchcoat that he is almost never seen without. As he entered the agency he almost collapsed in his chair. Sitting down with a loud groan. "You good dazai?" 

Ranpo asked,  it came out a bit muffled as a lollipop was in his mouth. 

"Yes..Im okay" 

Dazai says resting his head on the edge of the desk. The desk was cold which made his warm head feel better.

"I should get doctor Yosano. You look like you need a check up." 

Kenji said, smiling as he jumped up and ran to the infirmary.

-20 minutes later-

Dazai had been sat at the cot as Yosano did a check up on him.

"Dazai. Why the hell did you come to work today with a temperature of 98°??"

"I'm just a little sick, it's fine." 

Dazai said, holding his chest tightly.

"Go home dazai. This is bad..I can drive you there but you're super ill." 

She said resting a hand on his shoulder. Dazai flinched back. 

"I’m fine. Yosano. I appreciate the care. But I don't need it. I'm just a bit sick. I will be fine." 

Dazai goes to stand up but quickly falls back onto the bed as his legs are too weak to hold him up.

"See. You're sick." 

"Just because I fell doesn't mean I'm sick." 

Dazai snapped back. He wasn't usually like this. But he just felt angry for no reason.. 

"Dazai. I'll have Atsushi walk you home.. I just remembered I have work.. And you're not fighting me on this. You're going home." 

Yosano said in a tone that gave even dazai chills. 

"Very well." 

He sighed upset. 

A few moments later he was walking with Atsushi. Leaning on him for support. 

"Are you sure you're alright Dazai-San?" 

Atsushi asked worry hinted in his tone

"Yes. I'm fine. I'm just a little sick.." 

Dazai said. Anger hinted in his voice. He wasn't sure where the anger was coming from but it was there..

Eventually dazai convinced Atsushi he would be alright. And that he could leave himself alone. Once dazai was alone however. He felt ill. He didn't know what he did that could have gotten him this sick. He thought back on the days. Maybe it was the water from that drowning attempt. Maybe it was the raw fish in the sushi he convinced Kunikida to buy. Maybe just maybe it was chibi. 

"I bet his terrible attitude has made me ill" 

Dazai said to himself resting on the cold tile floor to make his warm body feel better. 

He laid there for a while. Every time he tried to move he felt as if he was going to throw up. He didn't want to take any medications as he had too big of an ego for that. 

As his mind rambled he kept going back to the thought of chuuya. Maybe he would help… This thought caused dazai to laugh out loud which he regretted instantly as a pain filled his chest. The floor suddenly felt too hot to lay on. He pushed himself up and wobbled to the bathroom.

He sat next to the toilet, his knees to his chest as he hid his mouth in his arms trying not to throw up. He felt hot and cold at the same time. He wanted to just die already. This pain was unbearable. Not only that but everytime he breathed his stomach churned and cramped… 

"Ughh.."

He groaned.

"Fuck this hurts alot…"

He whined leaning his head into his arms. His sick fatigued body just wanted rest. Eventually he fell asleep laying on some bath mats in the bathroom.

-3 AM that morning-

He woke up to his stomach spinning. He felt himself gag. And start breathing heavily. He leaned over the toilet as he gagged. But nothing came out. His throat hurt as tears filled up the corners. He never cried. No matter the pain. But his sick body wouldn't let him hold back his emotions. Eventually after what seemed like forever he finally threw up.. he leaned over the toilet after still breathing heavily. He knew that he should tell someone he threw up. But he really didn't want pity right now. So he did the logical thing. 

Call the one person who couldn’t care less.

Nakahara Chuuya.

Chuuya POV: 

I was sitting on my bed mindlessly scrolling on my phone because…I wanted to. When A certain Mackerel called me. 

naturally like any good person would. 

I declined it.

 My day had been good, it's not gonna get worse.. I went back to scrolling then he called again….And again….And again…

"Jesus..what the hell does he even need?" 

I said as I stared at the ringing phone

"...."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT SHITTY MACKEREL?!" 

I yelled as I answered the phone.

"H..Heyyyy Chi-" 

Dazai was cut off by a gag. Then I heard the sounds of throwing up.

"oh fuck. Gross." 

I said, holding my hand over my mouth. 

"Sorry chibi.." 

He coughed as he spoke. 

"You sound like shit." 

I say holding my stomach with one hand. 

"Yeah. I couldn't tell…Anyway. You should. Come over and help me out..Please." 

Dazai said. He sounded like he meant it. But I bet he was just fucking with me.

"Sorry. You're sick. You deal with it. Goodbye." 

I said hanging up, not listening to him.

I sat there for a few minutes staring at the end call screen. I thought about his voice. The sounds. Everything sounded legit…Maybe he was sick…No that's not possible, Dazai never gets sick that badly. Besides, he would've called someone more important. Like the agency..Or I don't know. Not me. He knows I dont give a shit. I mean. It’s not like I'm actually gonna go help. He doesn't deserve it. He left me alone. Why should I help?

3rd person POV:

Dazai sat on the floor of the bathroom. The same spot he had been for the past 8 hours. When there was a knock at his door. He forced himself up using the bathtub as support as he slowly walked to the front door. 

He slowly cracked it. And there stood a ginger. Short as can be looking as grumpy as ever. He opened the door more still Leaning on it for full support. 

"Hey there chibi…" 

Dazai said in a hoarse voice.

"Move you suicidal Maniac."

Chuuya said walking past dazai. He went straight to the kitchen and grabbed something. Dazai sat at the couch and leaned on the armrest.

A few moments later chuuya came back with some water and a container of medicine. 

"Take it you fucking fish." 

He said holding the water cup and pills in front of dazai. 

"No..I don't need them." 

Chuuya stared at the man who just threw up on a call not even 30 minutes ago. 

"Dazai just take the fucking medication. It will help I swear."

Chuuya said, holding the pills closer to dazai's face. 

"No. I don't need them. I told you I'll be okay without them."

Dazai said, looking away from the ginger with a pouty face. Chuuya sighed in anger. 

"Fine" 

Chuuya said, taking a gulp of water and putting the pills in his mouth. He had to be quick so they didn’t disintegrate in the water. 

He grabbed Dazai by the chin, forcing his face to look at him. Then with no explanation kissed dazai. Dazai made a small grunt which was enough to get chuuya to get the pills in dazai's mouth. Dazai swallowed and pulled back breathing heavily. 

"Ugh. Fuck you. It would've been easier if you took them normally." 

Chuuya said, crossing his arms and walking back to the kitchen. 

Dazai just sat there confused and a bit warm although he was sure he had broken the fever…

Chuuya stayed in the kitchen screaming at himself on the inside. He had no idea why the hell he kissed dazai. He tried convincing himself it wasn't a kiss it was merely a mouth to mouth like lifeguards do. He needed to help so that's why he did that. <I know what you are, chuuya>. Chuuya heard dazai groan and walked back over to him. 

"Why are you making so much noise..Just die slowly." 

Chuuya said sitting on the couch a few spots away separating the two.

"Gee thanks chibi."

Dazai said, leaning back on the sofa. 

"What's wrong with you anyway P.O.S?" 

Chuuya asked, looking at the unnaturally super pale brunette. 

"I'm sick, what else shorty?" Dazai said looking at him dead faced then going back to holding his stomach. Chuuya stared at the brunette then scoffed looking away. 

“Your an ass you know that” 

He grumbled. Dazai coughed and gave a weak smile.

“Yeah I know”

Chuuya looked at Dazai. He watched the brunette shiver. 

“Are you cold?”

Chuuya asked, looking at him with a raised brow. Dazai was holding his chest shivering.

“No, I'm okay.” 

Dazai lied holding himself tightly. Chuuya stared at the brunette. He sighed and moved closer to the taller one holding him tightly in a warm embrace. Dazai’s eyes widened as the ginger held him. 

“What the hell are you doing chibi?!”

He said trying to move but his fatigued body combined with the Chuuya tight hold on him, He couldn't. 

“Shut up mackerel. You are freezing. So stop being a little bitch and stay here.”

Chuuya grumbled leaning back holding the taller one’s back while Dazai laid there on his chest shivering. 

Dazai POV:

I laid there on Chibi's chest listening to his heartbeat. As much as I hated it. It was warm… Ugh this slug is gonna get it when I feel better.

“You slug this is gay” 

“Shut the fuck up.”

I grumbled something then went back to listen to his heart beat. It was a good distraction from my stomach hurting. 

Eventually I fell asleep…

-One hour later-

I woke up still cuddled with Chuuya. Who seemed to be still asleep. I managed to get up without waking him. Which wasn't hard cause he was such a deep sleeper. I walked to the bathroom. And looked in the mirror. My hair had been a mess, it was all disheveled and greasy. My face looked paler than usual, I had sunken cheekbones and My eye bags were far worse than they usually are. I turned the faucet on and put warm water on my face. I looked back up at the mirror. 

Chuuya POV:

I woke up to a loud crashing sound from the bathroom. I shot up from the couch and noticed Dazai wasn't sitting there. 

“That shitty mackerel.” 

I grumbled walking to the bathroom. I tried to open the door but it was locked, 

“Hey open the door Dazai.” 

I said jiggling the handle. There was just silence back.

“Dazai im not fucking joking open the door.”

I said forcefully trying to open it. 

“DAZAI OPEN THE DOOR”

I yelled banging on the door again. 

Still no answer. I stood there conflicted. Do I leave him alone or do I try to open it.. 

"This bitch better be dying or I'm gonna be pissed."

I grumbled kicking the door, It flew open. And I saw Dazai leaning over the bathtub. He had a pair of scissors in his hand and bandages were on the floor. 

"...." 

I stood there. Shaking. I stared at him, my legs not moving. Finally my legs let me move. I ran over pulling him into my lap. As I did this I saw blood on his head. With cuts all on his wrists. He was breathing. Barely.

"Dazai..What the fuck." 

I said, still shaking. I held him tight to my chest. Eventually after I gathered myself I sat him up against the wall. And grabbed some bandages laying on the floor. I wrapped them along his arms and around his head. 

"Chibi?" 

He muttered, opening his eyes to me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" 

I said holding his face with my hands.

“I didn't mean to fall…”

He said looking at me with a sly smile. It was definitely faked.

“FALL? THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT DUMBASS.”

I yelled, holding him tighter.

"Do you know how fucking worried I was?! And I'm never worried about you."

I yelled, holding his face tight. He just stared at me. With those stupid brown eyes.

"I'm sorry Chuuya."

He said resting his hands on mine. I scoffed. 

"It's gonna take a lot more than an apology." 

I said narrowing my eyes at him

"To bad im sick I had just the idea"

He said with a sly smile. I stared at him unphased 

"I hate you. Now take your medicine." I said picking him up as if he was a wet cat. He squirmed a bit. I ignored it. 

"Take it." 

I said handing it to him. After twenty minutes of arguing he took the medicine. He fell asleep shortly after. I sighed as I looked at the bandages on his body.

“Stupid mackerel.”

I mumbled holding him close.

3rd person POV:

Chuuyas phone rang for the 5th time. He finally woke up and answered it.

“What.”

He grumbled as dazai rested on him.

“You havent shown up to work in 3 days what the fuck!? Where are you?!””

A worried yet angry female yelled. Chuuyas eyes widened.

“3 days?! Shit has it really been that long….” 

He mumbled.

“Sorry Kouyou.. I've been helping a friend out….”

He sighed, rubbing his head.

“You? Help someone?”

She scoffed. 

“I’ll let Mori know you're busy for the rest of the day. But you Have to come in soon.”

She sighs hanging up. Chuuya put his phone away and rested against the couch. 

“Those detectives are probably worried…Maybe I should call them…”

He muttered. Suddenly a knock was heard at the door. He looked at dazai and carefully moved him. He walked over to the door yawning. He cracked open the door so only a bit of his face was seen.

“Hello? Dazai-San?”

A voice said shakily. Chuuya opened the door.

“Dazai is resting. What can I do for you atsushi?”

He says looking at him with a small smile on his face. Atsushi gasped a bit, probably surprised that a port mafia executive was there. But he relaxed a bit and smiled. 

“Hello Chuuya-San.”

He said with a small bow.

“What do you need, kid?”

“I was just checking on Dazai-San, he hasn't answered any calls. And he hasn't showed up to work..”

He mumbled rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Yeah..He got pretty sick. But he is doing better..”

Chuuya said, looking the weretiger up and down.

“Oh! That's great!”

He smiled a big smile causing chuuya to chuckle. Thinking of last night. That was not a “Great” Experience. But he didn't want to worry the tiger.

“Indeed. I would let you in. But I would have to check with dazai and he is still asleep.”

Chuuya gives a small smile. Just then a hand wrapped around his waist (atsushi couldn't see)

“Hello atsushi”

A weak voice came from dazai who had rested his chin on chuuyas shoulder. 

“Dazai?!”

Atsushi and Chuuya said in surprise. 

“Why aren't you sleeping…”

Chuuya said, side eyeing him.

“Cause I don't wanna,”

He said with a sly smile before directing his attention to Atsushi.

“Hello ‘sushi”

He smiles weakly

“Hello Dazai! Are you feeling better?”

“I am thank you.”

Dazai smiles, tightening his grip on Chuuyas waist earning a small grunt from Chuuya who tried to hide it as a cough.

“Well I brought you some soup if you want some”

He smiled while holding it out to Chuuya and Dazai.

“Ah thank you Atsushi”

Chuuya smiled while taking the soup. They all said goodbye and closed the door. 

[theiloveyousong]

hi hi hi omg ok abt the chanukkah gift writing thing. how abt. barnroe going on a teeny tiny date in miss retro's diner after they've only been publicly dating for a little while. that would be super cool /nf

HI okay ive FINALLY finished this im so sorry i just had NO motivation :[[[ i think its decent though !

Linda slides into the booth of Miss Retro’s with a huff, smooths out her skirt, looks at Becky so crossly she can’t help but grin. “This place is an absolute dump, Barnes. What are we going to order, chlamydia and fries?” She wrinkles her nose. Becky pats her on the hand gently and slides into the other side of the booth. Linda’s picking at her cuticles, nervousness visible past the disaffected sneer. 

Becky flicks her palm gently, and Linda glances up with doe-wide eyes. “Hey, Lin. You don’t have to worry, kay? This is like Hatchetfield’s queer community center. We’re fine.” Linda’s face relaxes a bit, and she falls into the booth, sighing thinly. Becky pulls out a menu from the holder, spreads it across the table. “Now, they don’t offer any STDs, but I would like a milkshake.” Linda grins tentatively. 

The diner’s bustling, teenagers packed into booths too small for their group and old couples having lunch together for the thousandth time. Linda glances around a bit, spots a girl with wavy blond hair and a silvery dress, and her face immediately crumples into a glare. Becky looks at her looking at the girl, and smiles. “Family rivalry? You two look super similar.”

Linda huffs. “Yes, actually. She’s my niece and the absolute worst person I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.”

Becky pouts. “Aww, I thought I was the worst person you had ever met? You used to tell me that all the time, babe.”

Linda’s face flushes. “Yes- Well- Times have changed, and I have now deigned to grace you with my presence. You should be grateful, Becky!” She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Anyway, Brooke is-”

Becky bursts out laughing. “Brooke? Really? Didn’t know the nautical theme ran that deep!” 

Linda frowns. “Yes. It’s the boats, we do a lot of boating. She’s the epitome of what’s wrong with teenagers today, always on her phone and no respect for her friends and-” Linda leans in dramatically. “I heard from Spankoffski’s kid that she set fire to the bathroom during homecoming this year.” 

Becky smiles. “So we’re gossiping now? Didn’t take you to become a yente at the ripe old age of thirty-seven.” 

Linda’s ears turn bright red. “Shut up! Shut up, shut up! I will not become an old lady who gossips at synagogue about people’s appearances. Whether someone has gotten another nose job or not is none of their business!”

Becky places her hands over Linda’s. “And this is definitely not from experience, right, Lin?” 

Linda crosses her arms and harrumphs. “You know I’ll say anything you want me to, Barnes.” She sighs, looks at the menu. “Oh, greasy bad food, how I did not miss you. Oh, inevitable breakout, how I do not want you.”

Becky plucks it from her hands. “Nuh-uh! I’m picking for you. Consider it a gift!” Linda scrunches up her face. The teenage waitress saunters over to the table, tugging at her choppy hair and looking extremely bored. Becky frowns. “Where’s Miss Holloway? She’s normally working here on Saturdays…”

The waitress grimaces. “Yeah, well, Holloway’s not here, so you’re gonna hafta take it or leave it, hon. I dunno why either, just got a call to come into work, so. Yeah. Whaddaya want?” Becky pulls out a tiny notebook, scribbles something in it, and shows it to the waitress, who hides her smile with the order pad. 

Linda narrows her eyes. “What is it. What is it? Becky, are you not going to tell me?” Becky smiles, but says nothing. Linda slams her head down on the table.

“Comin’ right up, miss! We’ll get that right quick,” says the waitress, scurrying over to a table with ten teenagers crammed in. She shows them the order and one of them shrieks. Linda sighs.

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Death changes everything Chapter 2: Don't you know who I think I am?

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ships: Mungrove, healing Harringrove, steddiegrove/harringroveson/metalsandwich

Tags: EmOTiOnz, Bad Ass Mother Fucking Wayne Munson, Abusive Neil Hargrove, inferred child abuse, harringrove catharsis, Billy hargrove needs a hug, and two boyfriends, emotional sex, M/M/M

Trigger warnings: homophobia, homophobic language

Chapter summary:

It had been three weeks, since their night together. And Eddie had become obsessed since. He only knew that because Robin had just told him, 

“You’re obsessed,” while they were sitting under the oak tree at lunch. Steve didn't join them today, which Eddie is actually grateful for. He doesn't know how to broach the topic of sleeping with Billy, Steve’s ex, with his new best friend. 

He told Robin immediately, had to, she was his absolute best friend, wingman, right hand man and partner in crime. Had been since 7th grade orchestra and they never looked back. They were the definition of The Odd Couple, but it benefited both of their strives toward queer anonymity that people just assumed it was natural the two weirdos were dating each other. They never bothered correcting the assumption, except with other queerdos who knew about The Code. Steve, recently awoken bisexual, fell into that category, and his relationship with Billy was complicated in the simplest, most convenient of terms. 

Eddie let out a heavy sigh. He could feel tears brimming on the edge og lids, but he couldnt let them fall. Not now. 

“He’s gonna hate me.”

Robin sighs heavily now too. And eddie hates hes the one who made her make that sound. 

“Every day you put it off is only making it worse.”

“Gee thanks alot Rob,”

“Well im sorry! I’ve tried the kind and compassionate route! Look where its gotten you!”

Shes right, of course she is, but he still doesn't want to hear it. 

“Eddie,” she sighs, interlacing her arm with his and kissing the edge of his bicep the way she does only when shes about to deliver some hard truths, “its gonna suck. Yeah. But, he will get over it. You gotta give Steve the chance to be okay with it before you convince yourself he won’t be. He won't hurt you, Steve’s not like that, but, it’s going to hurt him. I don’t think Steve will ever be over Billy.”

The tears fall anyway. 

“Fuck.” Which is annoying because he let himself be convinced he could save two dollars and go without waterproof eyeliner and now he’s paying the price. “I don't deserve either of them.”

“Stop that shit right now. I think you might be freaking yourself out a little. It’s just sex.”

“Sex with Billy is not just sex to Steve.”

“You're not Steve.”

“You're right, I’m a slut and an idiot.”

Robin sighs at his self depricary, resting her head against his bicep now. 

“Invite Steve over, make him dinner, then tell him. Then talk to Billy. If you’re asking for my advice.”

He was, he really was at his wits end after 3 weeks of no further contact, new injuries on Billy, and too long in his own head. 

“I love you.”

Robin snorted. 

“That’s so gay Munson. But I love you too.”

It got Eddie to laugh too, and he was so happy to have her as a platonic soulmate.

[loserchildhotpants]

Get to know your fic writer asks please 18-22, 67, 39, 54

fic writer asks

18] Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Titles are my worst enemies. The answer to your question is that it depends on the fic. A monster of a fic i've been writing for a few months now [42k words today and abt halfway through] is STILL untitled, but my ficlet Lost in the Sauce (a food kink prompt fill) was named as I put the first few sentences down lol. What i CAN say is that i have NEVER named a fic BEFORE writing it. Vibes determine too much and i never know what the vibe is gonna be til i start writing slkdfj so i only ever title during or after, and if im unable to come up w something wholly original myself, i use song lyrics bc im basic. Usually tho i like titling my fics after some important or key piece of narration or dialogue from the fic itself, so that u can have that Dicaprio Meme Moment of pointing at your screen

19] What is your most used tag on your AO3?

It appears to be a tie between Mutual Pining and Love Confessions sdkjfhsd

20] Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

oh my fics definitely have recognizable patterns slkdjhffksjdh i think my writing style is a specific flavor and so if u open one of them up, u basically know what you're getting. not that that's a bad thing!

words/expressions -- idk! there's the obvious overuse of 'sigh' 'says' 'glances' -- stuff like that, but that's just the curse of writing so many interpersonal interactions lol tbh im unsure! if anyone wants to call me out on words or expressions i abuse in my fics pls let me know kjdsf

common settings: i am a canon-divergence lover so sets get reused all the time skdjfhsdlkj

themes: living, working through, or succumbing to grief, dealing w fear, finding forgiveness for past selves, reconciling who we are w who we thought we would be, generalized queer panic/denial and other identity crisis issues... uhh... i mean i also like to think im romantic tho sljkdfhsjkldfh

21] Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I have! This is a recent development! I don't usually collab bc i am fearful of Judgement sjkdfh like i get scared of what people will think of my writing process or how clunky or bad it sounds when it's just a draft -- i don't usually like anyone seeing what i'm writing until it's finished, but i've recently started collaborating a lot w majorly 2 of my friends : ) growth ✨

22] Are there certain types of writing you won't do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

hmmmmmmmmm. years ago i switched from writing Past Tense to Present Tense and i'll never go back lol i LOVE writing in Present Tense. i feel like it adds an element of tension and the feeling that the future is still v malleable.

i don't know that i could write something good in first person POV :T like, i don't have anything against first person POV, i just don't think that's where my skill set lies and my execution of it would probably be really bad and cringe skldjfhfjk lol so i probably won't do that

there's no genre i can think of that i'd be opposed to trying my hand at and that goes for tropes too. there's loads i haven't tried yet, mostly bc they don't like, independently spark inspiration in me, but if given a prompt for it, i'd probably try! there's lots of dead dove topics that'd probably be really fun to write and i just haven't tried yet bc i am Soft and tend towards pining and love confessions skdljfh lol

39] Share a snippet from a WIP

"“Oh — oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to — oh, I always muck this stuff up, that must have been so out of line, I’m so sorry —”

“Samuel,” she interjects gently, her voice practically a whisper, “I don’t know that I’ve ever met someone with a kinder heart. I don’t know that anyone has ever made such a well wish on my behalf. You’ve just startled me is all… you do that.”

Feeling that Rowena crying is very simply, unnaturally wrong, Sam stops resisting the compulsion to touch her and reaches with his free hand across his chest to swipe at the tear near the apple of her cheek.

The tips of his fingers on that hand come in contact with a lock of her hair and the outer shell of her ear, and he gets chills up his arms and back from that alone; Dean was right, he might spontaneously combust at anything more.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says, though he thinks she already knows that, “I would never mean for that. I had rather hoped to make you smile.”

“You tread carefully now,” Rowena warns him, her lips twitching, eyes shining, “or I’ll steal you for myself, Samuel, like some terrible witch of the woods, and I won’t return you to whatever world you come from.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” Sam confesses softly, smiling back at her.

For a thrilling moment, he sees Rowena’s eyes gentle, sees her consider him seriously, as if she might just be thinking of him the way he hopes beyond hope she might.

She goes to say something, but —"

54] What's your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

i just love looking at a blorbo and being like 'let's put that guy in a situation.' top tier writing experience. i love taking an established character and really thinking hard abt what i know abt them, whether i want them to grow or i wanna study who they are without forcing evolution, thinking abt how they'd navigate some circumstance or conflict, consider what has already been written for that circumstance or conflict in fandom, and what new interpretation, in my own style, i can bring to the table to offer something new and interesting. it's like taking a beloved recipe of something that can't fail, and just seeing what cool new thing ur own perspectives and styles can do w it!

67] Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

Sort of a mix of both? I love prompts, they send me on Brain Trains (destination: Dissociation Station) and the thing is, i usually stray from hard lines. like, i sometimes work off of being INSPIRED by a prompt rather than following the actual prompt? challenges sometimes scare me off bc once i have a Due By Date my brain will shut off creativity and get frightened lol i really love my independent ideas, but i have my best independent ideas while discussing prompts and challenges w other folks and spinning limbs off that original prompt or challenge until what i want to do is outside the guidelines of that prompt or challenge.

that said, i LOVE getting prompts from anons and stuff. there's something really flattering and happy-making abt someone popping into my inbox to be like 'i'd like to see YOUR specific take on this' ; u ;

anon thank u so much for sending me so many asks!! T A T <333

[munsonsduchess]

Those phrases got ME thanks for that.

I'm sharing all the drama surrounding us making out, I didn't even share what happened to us whilst making out.

So we were at said friend's place and in a separate room with the door shut and locked (thankfully cause someone tried to come in and while we were both fully clothed uh I dont do PDA at all I get really awkward). We were gone for what felt like only 30-40 minutes max, but my friend claims it was st least an hour to 2. So we would kiss for a bit and then talk, repeat repeat.

At one point I mentioned that we probably shouldn't be doing this cause everyone was there and what if they were waiting for us. He legit sighed and put his hands on either side of my face, gently holding me and making me look in his eyes (which I was a goner for) and he said "(my name), you think too much. You care too much what others are thinking of you and put more stock in that then what you do of yourself"

No lie he really just caressed me then shot me. I pouted and he kissed me and I pulled away and was like "ok yeah I care what others think of me, as if you don't? You flirted with everyone out there because you want everyone to like you" we both sat there and he mumbled fuck and we just were like :t and then went back to kissing cause hey let's not face these truths about ourselves

He also kissed my neck and found the spot that makes me go weak in the knees and kissed there better then any guy has before so now im like damn ok well

If I see him again I'm not going to kiss him. If he kisses me I mean that's on him but im not initiating. Will I reciprocate? Yeah probably

Sorry for the phrases. I think if you’ve grown up nd or queer those are phrases you’ll have heard a lot growing up or even into your teens and 20s.

This man. This man pretending he doesn’t care what other people think of him when he’s out here flirting and making people pay attention to him in a certain way. Like ok sure make out and do whatever you want but don’t pretend you don’t care what everyone else thinks about you.

He also seems to absolutely know what he’s doing, looking into your eyes, caressing your face, kissing your neck to make you go all weak. He knows what he’s up to.

I mean yeah if he kissed you again. You haven’t initiated anything but if you miss him beck well at least you know it’ll be good

(Look @sexyprise there’s more!)

[resident-gay-bitch]

steve’s laying in bed, he’s flipping through the pages of the fancy new magazine nancy just started working for, trying to find her first offical report. beside him is eddie, and he’s playing with a loose thread on his knee, in the hole of his pyjama pants he got after sleep walking one night, and chuckling on the phone with robin.

robin had been talking with steve, before eddie snatched the phone away and started telling her about some dumb customer who went on a rant about how they shouldn’t play showtunes over the speakers in the mechanic shop because it’s “kinda queer”, when all three owners (eddie, his aunt and her daughter) are probably some of the queerest the city has to offer.

steve’s smiling, unable to help himself as he listens to eddie talk. he’d already heard the story twice today, once when eddie got home and then again over dinner with wayne, but he doesn’t mind the sound of his boyfriends voice.

halfway through the report he’s reading, eddie goes quiet for a moment. steve looks over, since his boyfriend is never quiet, ever, even when sleeping, and especially not when on the phone with robin.

eddie glanced up at steve and turned pink cheeked and smiled, nodded his head and hummed in response to whatver robin was saying.

then eddie bit his lip nervously to hide a smile and turned his head away from steve, “you think?” he asked, and steve listened as closely as he could to try and figure out what they were talking about. but his hearing is kinda shit these days, and he doesn’t have his aid in.

“yeah… yeah, okay- yeah.” eddie’s nodding along, twisting the phone chord in his fingers now, “okay, yeah, i was thinking… mhm, that’s good. ok- huh? ohh… yep. heh, yeah, okay… okay, yeah, bye, bob- got it. okay- okay, buckley, jeez louise!”

steve smiled and couldn’t help but laugh along when eddie did.

“yeah, love you too, bobbie. wanna- okay!” eddie laughed again and blew a raspberry into the receiver, “you suck! no he’s mine- no, hey, you’ve got a lot of nerve talking about my sunshine like that- oh, as if you don’t talk worse about nancy. okay, robin, im hanging up now- yes, i know he was your best friend first… okay. got it…. yeah, i will. i promise. okay, thanks… byeeee!”

steve smiled as eddie hung up the phone and sighed, rolling over onto his side to face steve.

“that sounded like an interesting call.”

“it’s robin.” eddie shrugged, smiling up at him like steve hung the damn moon, “never a dull moment. how’s nancys thing?”

“really good.” steve smiled, marking the page before setting it down on his bedside table and rolled to face eddie too, “are you sleepy?”

“yeah, a little.” eddie smiled, “but i can stay up if you want.”

steve nodded and snuggled down into the pillow, huffing when his glasses skewed. eddie giggled and reached out, taking them off of steve’s face before folding them up and setting them on top of the magazine for him.

“thanks, baby.” steve sighed, watching eddie get settled again.

“you’re so welcome, sunshine.” eddie smiled and leant over to press a little kiss on the tip of steve’s nose; like he does every night. just the way he likes it.

steve reached out to hold eddie’s hands as they both settled, looking at eachother with flushed cheeks. steve loves that they’re both still so smitten, so far into their relationship. three years together, and steve still giggles everytime eddie bites his lip and says “baby” like he’s wounded every time steve takes off his shirt.

“i like this one.” steve said, tapping his pointer finger on the new ring eddie was wearing, where their fingers were interlocked, “it’s more smooth than the devil horns, doesn’t poke me when we hold hands.”

“i’ll keep that in mind.” eddie smiled, “i think it’s cute, reminds me of you.”

“why?” steve glanced up at eddie, taking his gaze off the sparkly gems encrusted in the skulls face.

“it’s pretty.”

see, steve’s blushing again. it’s almost intimidating how much power eddie can have over steve with just a few silly little words like that. but, wow… even after all this time, eddie still thinks steve is pretty.

even after all this time, he saw something pretty and it made him think of steve, so he bought it.

steve feels so giddy.

“hmm, you’re sweet.” steve smiled, ducking his head to look at all of eddie’s rings again, “still, this one is my favourite.” he said, sliding his finger over the dark silver ring with a black stone in the centre, one he’s always known eddie to wear. eddie never takes it off, actually. calls of his luckiest of charms (apart from steve)

“yeah?” eddie smiled, twisting said ring around his finger with his thumb, “it’s real pretty, huh? kinda gothy too.”

“yeah.” steve sighed.

“it’s given me all the luck, you know?” eddie said, and steve does know because eddie says this every time steve mentions how much he likes this ring of eddie’s, “i found it the day of my first paid gig, wore it the day i got my first A for history, i wore it and it helped me live, i wore it and it got me you.”

“you’re such a sap.” steve rolled his eyes, sarcastically of course.

“says you.” eddie nudged steve and chuckled, fiddling with the ring in question. “i think you should wear it.”

“what?” steve asked, stunned.

“yeah, you should wear it.” eddie nodded.

“what, do you think i need luck?”

eddie laughed, “no, baby. it’s your favourite, and i want you to wear it… like my necklace. you’re my lucky charm now anyway.”

steve blushed and shook his head, “ed’s, i can’t.”

“yeah, go on.” eddie pushed, a little more enthusiastic now, propping himself up on an elbow, “you wear it, everyday, just for me? i have to take it off at the shop half the time anyway, remember?”

“you really want me too?” steve asked with wide eyes and a thumping heart, “are you sure?”

“the most sure.” eddie smiled, pulling off his ring and holding it up for steve to push his finger through. “it will look so good on you, sunshine. carry a little bit of your freak boyfriend with you.”

steve rolled his eyes and smiled again, lifting his hand to poke it through his pointer finger. he likes wearing rings on that finger.

“nah, other hand.” eddie said, pulling the ring back untill steve huffed and complied.

with a smile, he held out his other pointer finger for eddie to put the ring on.

“nope, not that finger. it won’t look best there.”

steve deadpanned his boyfriend and eddie gave him a toothy grin in response. steve stretched his middle finger out before flipping his hand to show it to eddie. and eddie fake gasped and shook his head at steve.

“how dare you?”

“put it on, doofus.”

“nah.” eddie clicked his tongue, “wrong finger.”

steve huffed and extended his ring finger, and eddie smiled, pleased, and slid the ring on. steve flexed his hand, looking at the new addition, when eddie wrapped both palms around steve’s and kissed the knuckle behind the ring.

“what do you think?” eddie asked, a little timid.

“looks great, ed.” steve smiled, laughing to himself, “people might think i’m married though.”

“yeah…” eddie smiled, “that’s the point.”

steve glanced up at him and shook his head, “you want people to think i’m married now?”

“no.” eddie nodded. “i want them to know you’re married.”

“i’m not married, though.” steve chuckled.

“not yet.” eddie shrugged, hiding the bottom half of his face behind steve’s hand as he blushed, “but… maybe in june? robin said you’ve always wanted a june wedding.”

“har har.” steve grinned.

eddie smiled softly, kissing steve’s palm, “how about the seventh? your favorite number.”

“what?” steve furrowed his brow.

“our wedding.” eddie said with a nervous laugh, twisting the ring around steve’s finger, “what do you think?”

steve looked down at the ring, then at eddie, then at the ring, then at eddie, then at the ring again, and then eddie, and-

“oh my god!” steve sat up, looking down at the ring before turning fully to face eddie, who was slowly sitting up himself, “are you- is this…. you wanna marry me?”

eddie smiled, nodding his head as he reached out for steve, “course i do, baby, i love you. and i know it’s not exactly legal, but it won’t make it any less real.” he shrugged, taking steve’s hand in his own, “do you wanna marry me, stevie?”

steve gasped and flung himself into eddie’s arms, holding him so tightly, “yeah, yeah i wanna marry the shit out of you.”

eddie chuckled and smoothed his hand over the back of steve’s head, kissed his temple and pressed his nose there, “i wanna marry the shit out of you too, sunshine.”

steve sobbed, hiding his face in the crook of eddie’s neck, taking in the warmth of him and the thick smell of his after shower musk, “i love you so much.”

eddie cradled him closer, “i love you so much too, baby.”

steve pulled back and looked at the ring again. his most favourite ring of eddie’s is now his most favourite ring of all time because it’s a promise. a promise that eddie’s gonna love him forever.

eddie’s giving steve his lucky ring because he’s got everything he’s ever needed. he doesn’t need good luck like that, so long as he’s got his stevie. and holy shit, steve is never leaving this man, no matter what. steve loves him.

he loves him so much.

almost as much as he loves this damn ring.

“oooo!” steve heard a little shriek from somewhere in the room, and he whipped his head around to find it.

“oh, that’s just rob and nance.” eddie supplied, reaching back over for the phone that he apparently didn’t actually hang up, “hey- yep. please stop squealing into the phone, robin- i know your best friend is engaged, but please, i’d like to be able to hear him when he reads out his wedding vows.”

steve snatched the phone off of eddie and couldn’t help the grin when he heard robins excited wails, “hey, robbie!”

“oh my god, i’m so glad he finally did it!” she squealed, “i’ve been trying to convince him for the past two years that you’d definitely be down to marry him-“

“he’s been wanting to propose for two years-“

“oh my god.” eddie groaned, hiding his head in his hands, “you can’t go two minuets without embarrassing me, rob?”

“two…” steve’s stomach was in knots, and it was flipping, and there were butterflies all over. he grabbed eddie, sliding his fingers through damp curls and pulled him in for a big kiss, “i fucking love you-“

“stop kissing when i’m on the phone with you, i don’t wanna hear it, dingus!” robin wailed, “im hanging up now but just so you know i’ve already planned your bucks party! okay, byeeee.”

“love you, bye!” steve called before tossing the phone away and kissing eddie again.

“fuck, you don’t know how happy i am that you said yes.” eddien smiled and kissed him more, locking his fingers between steve’s and rubbing his pinkie over the engagement ring.

because they’re engaged now.

and steve’s getting married.

steve’s getting married to eddie, his fiancé.

life couldn’t get much luckier than this.

I hc that Eddie proposes to steve by just taking one of his rings off and giving it to steve