#this time I didn't have anyone proofread it because I just wanna go to bed

[fallingdownhell]

May I request Neuvillette, Diluc, Kaeya and Zhongli asking their s/o if they would choose them or the world and they (s/o) chose the world? At first they were upset until s/o hugs them and says they're their world.

THAT IS SO CUTE!!<3 Characters Included: Neuvillette; Kaeya; Diluc; Zhongli Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; just some good old fluff; a bit angsty on Diluc's part but nothing too bad; not proofread yet Word count: 1,9k words Had a very stressful week and didn't get to writing at all. But now that it's over, I can finally work on requests again! Yay! Enjoy<3

Neuvillette

Neuvillette, when in a relationship, would be head over heels for his partner

it may not show in his face, because the Iudex was never good at expressing his emotions, but his actions are loud and clear

he adores you in every way possible and tries to spend as much time as he can with you, without neglecting his duties as Chief Justice of Fontaine

enjoys taking you on a leisure stroll through the city or just lay on the bed with you, cuddling all day/night long. Around you, he fells safe to let go of the strong hold he has over his dragon side. So, when in the privacy of your or his home, you can expect his tail to curl around some part of your body as soon as he gets close to you, but most of the time, it's either around your leg or your waist

one evening, while you were cuddling together, there was a thought that entered Neuvillette's mind

on his way home today, he saw a couple and he didn't mean to eavesdrop on them, but he overheard one of them asking the other, if they would choose the world or their partner

he thought it to be stupid at the time and didn't think anything of it, but having you in his arms now, he couldn't help but think what your answer to this would be

"Darling", he'd ask cautiously as to not scare you from suddenly speaking up. You hummed, signaling that he had your attention

"This might sound stupid, but... If you had to choose, would you save the world, or me?"

You don't answer for a while and Neuvillette almost thinks that you might have fallen asleep. He was about to lean down and check when you stirred and turned yourself around in his arms to face him

"Hmm.. I think I'd save the world.", you answered and then pressed yourself against his chest again, content with your answer

meanwhile, Neuvillette felt a bit disappointed. He was sure that you'd adore him as much as he did you. Was he.. wrong about it?

His mood drastically dampened as he continued to hold you, but then you spoke up again

"Wanna know why?", you ask him, and unable to refuse you anything, he agrees to hearing your reasoning

you rise from his arms, pushing yourself up so you can look at him. You smile at him, warm and full of love, as you tell him: "Because, you are my world."

for a moment, he's too stunned to speak. Then, he closes his eyes and lets out a chuckle, relieved to hear that and overwhelmingly happy right now

He catches you in his arms again and kisses you, holding you as close to him as humanly possible, not wanting to ever let you go again..

Kaeya

he's usually not one to fall for such tricks. No, rather, he's the one who gets people into doing them, watching the scenes unfold in the chaos afterwards

but for reasons, this one hits a bit too close to home for his taste

choosing between saving one or the other.. it's not a situation he'd want to wish upon anyone, knowing first hand just how bad it feels to be forced to decide eventually

he tries to forget about it, pushes it to the back of his mind, but it's like the heavens are mocking him, as he sees couple after couple who'd ask each other this damned question

and almost every time, he'd see them happily fall into each others arms when they get confirmation from their partner that they'd choose them

it filled the Cavalry Captain with some sort of longing... a feeling he couldn't quite describe, but he wanted this for himself, too

so, he decided, that on his next outing with you, he'd just go ahead and shoot his shot, asking you the same thing. What could possibly go wrong, right?

you'd invited Kaeya over tonight for dinner, to which he obviously enthausiastically agreed to

the two of you had some fun goofing around, playfully throwing things at each other before you actually did the cooking together

while the food was boiling on the stove and there was a quiet moment, Kaeya felt that now was the time to ask you

"Hey, (Name).. I got a question for you."

"Shoot.", you'd answer, still focused on cleaning up, but waiting for Kaeya to ask what he wanted to

"It's just.. If you'd had to choose.. would you choose me? Or the world?"

you scoff, a smile on your lips, and without hesitation you answer "Obviously, the world."

"Oh.", Kaeya answers, his mood sinking by the second. He can't really blame you for your answer, but he can't help but be a bit disappointed

however, the next second, he feels your arms snaking around him, pulling him into a hug. "Because you are my world, dummy."

Kaeya is stunned for a second, but he quickly feels that warm feeling rising in his chest again, that you always seem to trigger in him

he hugs you back, burrying his face into your hair as he holds you close to him, the food forgotten for this moment

"Thank you", he whispers, his arms ever so slightly tightening around you. He didn't realise how desperately he'd needed this confirmation from you until now...

Diluc

Diluc is a man who often thinks of himself as unworthy and undeserving of your love and affection

he's flawed, broken, a fragment of the person he once was. He can't find anything good within himself, so he can't fathom you seeing him in a different light entirely

you love him, regardless of his broken self. Even more so, you help him in trying to overcome this feeling. You heal his very soul, with you, he finally feels complete again

but despite that, he still has his moments of doubt, but you're always quick to shut such thoughts down again

Diluc truly adores you, with everything he has. No matter what you want or ask of him, he'll personally see to it that you get what you asked for

You want some new clothes? Already bought. You want to spend time with him? His schedule is cleared out minutes later. You want his love? You already have it

but the doubt still gnaws in his mind today, not letting him focus on the good aspects of your lives together

it was a quiet evening at Dawn Winery. The Staff had gone to bed already but you were sitting on a couch in front of a fireplace, the fire crackling peacefully, while you read a book

Diluc was walking down the stairs, looking for you when he spotted you there, looking as stunning as ever

His heart clenched in his chest when he saw you, and that irresistable desire to be close to you took ahold of him

he carefully approaches you and slowly snakes his arms around you from behind, hidding his face in the crock of your neck where he breathes in your scent, calming down his mind a bit, but the thoughts are still racing in him

you chuckle a bit and raise a hand to play with his hair, while you kept part of your attention on your book still

the both of you stayed like that for a few minutes, before you closed your book and adressed your lover

"Why don't you sit down with me? It must be uncomfortable like this."

but Diluc remains where he is, totally content right now. And yet, something still gnaws on his mind..

"Love.. if there were ever a situation in which you'd have to choose.. would you save the entire world? Or me?"

if he were to be asked the same question, his answer now would be different compared to if he would have been asked that before meeting you

before, he would not have hesitated and saved the world. Eradicating all evil to save everyone else sounded like the right thing to do.

but now? Diluc was certain that he could not live in a world without you in it. He'd sacrifice anything and everything for you, even the entire world

you chuckle lightly, still playing with his hair. "I'd choose the world. Without a second thought. Because you are my world. And I wouldn't want it to be any other way."

hearing you say that eased his mind, his hold around you growing stronger. It was a relief for him to hear you thinking about him the same way he does about you

with little to no effort, he picks you up from your spot on the couch and carries you all the way to the bedroom, where the two of you cuddle well into the night, unitl none of you can stay awake any longer. And even in your sleep, he holds you close, thinking that maybe, it's okay to love you, that you were meant to be together...

Zhongli

even as a god who's lived for thousands of years, there seems to be new things to learn still, with every single passing day

and since you entered his life, the things he learns have become all the more interesting to him

every little detail about you has been committed to his memory, never to be forgotten again. Zhongli never would have thought he could harbor such intense feelings for another being, much less a human, but he was proven wrong

only through you does he really learn to appreciate things that come with being human. He begins to take pleasure in the small things in life, his focus shifting from the greater good, and instead setting his sight on you, always aiming to make you feel as happy and appreciated as possible

after a bit of time, where he got to know you and trust you, he would also reveal the truth about himself to you

the moment you accepted him still, despite his true self, was the happiest Zhongli has felt in a long time. Now, whenenver it was just the two of you in private, he can let go of himself and allows himself to show some of his more draconic features around you

on one such day, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch, Zhongli laying on top of you, his arms around your body, his tail curling around one of your legs while you were stroking the horns protruding from his head

you were talking about mundane things, telling each other how your day has been going, but he really enjoyed listening to you

"Oh, I almost forgot! My coworker asked me something today that I found kind of ridiculous."

"Oh, really? What was that question, dearest?", Zhongli would inquire, interested but still resting comfortably on your chest

"Well, since she knows I'm in a relationship, she asked me if I would choose my lover over the entire world.", you laugh as you recall that conversation

suddenly, Zhongli's interest is peaked and he turns his head so he could look at you, a spark in his eyes

"And what did you answer?"

"Obviously, I picked the world. I mean, I don't think I could or really want to live without you at this point."

at that, Zhongli furrows his brows in confusion, your answer making no sense to him

he ponders about it a bit more, you laughing a bit at him, finding it cute that he didn't understand the implications of your words. So, you decide to just explain it to him

"It means that you are my world, Li. Nothing would feel right anymore if you weren't by my side."

the confusion now washed away, his gaze grew softer as he stared at you, love for you swelling in his chest, growing and growing until he couldn't take it anymore

with a low growl, he shot up and burried his face against your neck, his tail swaying back and forth behind him and you couldn't hold back the chuckle

"I love you, Darling.", he'd whisper against you. "with everything I am. My heart and soul will always belong to you."

[impactedfates]

I really love your blade and pregnant wife fic! Can I request their lives after the reader joins him on Stellaron Hunters?

A/N: I'M BACK, NO MORE WRITERS BLOCK. And hiii, thank you, I'm glad you liked it :)) And of course!! Here's some mini scenarios and HCs of what happened after the reader joined the Stellaron Hunters

Warnings: None (I hope, correct me if I'm wrong)

Extra: AFAB! Reader (GN terms/pronouns used aside from wife and mother) // OOC Blade most likely // Not proofread, as always correct me if I did smt wrong // PT 1 of the Blade x Pregnant Wife Fic here here.

SilverWolf definitely used you as a way to get Blade to do whatever she wants. If she wants to play a game with him and he says no? All she needs to do is mention you once and suddenly his hands all better and he can play.

He very much cuddles with you in bed (if you don't mind) Just note that if he has his arms around you, then it'll be difficult for you to leave.

When your kid is finally born, he's not exactly the best father but not the worst either. He knows his...demeaner can be scary to others, and he usually doesn't care. But if he scares his kid? I can see him sulking as you try to comfort your child and tell him the "scary old man" is in fact his father.

He asked Elio for some time off to help the kid settle in, as well, Being born in pretty much a criminal family isn't the best.

The child definitely sees Kafka and SilverWolf as their aunties and Sam as their uncle.

For some reason, I'd find it funny that when Elio was showing his more human form (he has one right-?) the child called him Grandpa. Didn't matter how young he looked.

Blade will protect you and his kid with his life, he instructs the two of you to stay put as he does his missions. He hasn't seen you in forever and he's not risking loosing you.

Maybe after the kid is born and has grown up a bit to be able to look after themselves and you're capable, he might be okay with you joining in on his missions.

Jing Yuan is disappointed you joined the Stellaron Hunters but not surprised when he found out. He either found out due to Cloud Knights who put two and two together/saw you with Blade OR you and Blade met him during a mission on the Loufu.

Okay but think of this, y'know how the Stellaron Hunters can bascially make a hologram of themselves onto the express? Imagine Blade trying to intimidate the express then his child just appears like-

Blade: "And I'll ensure my blade pierces through your-" Child: *Random child hologram appears* "Dada!!" Blade: *His demeanor changes as the mini hologram of his child appears, he looks at the child* "You're meant to be asleep...here let me take you to bed or else your mother will be mad"

*Cue The Astral Express Family Confusion*

He refuses to admit he has a weakness to you and his child. Like no he is not making you breakfast in bed just because and no he did not just steal a shop full of toys for his kid.

Blade lets you and your kid style is hair and if he's feeling up to it, he might let you put silly make up on. Imagine him going into a Stellaron Hunter meeting and his hair is braided into pigtails and he has pink sparkly make up on.

He cares about his small family...a lot...so if he sees you or his kid with the slightest cut he'll be quick to patch it up and if you ask nicely enough. Maybe kiss it better. (He won't admit he was worried though, just lecture you to be careful)

You're the only one who can see his more soft and caring side, especially alone. If you're with him with others, people will definitely notice how he treats you better then them.

You probably have scary dog privileges, he doesn't trust anyone to not hurt you so he'll come with you everywhere. And if you insist to go alone? He'll ask someone else to go with you so he can ensure your safety. (He's just doesn't wanna loose you again)

His child is home-schooled, even though he is scary and can probably convince someone to teach him at a school, he has a feeling they'd get bullied and/or no one will come near them if they knew he was the father.

All the Stellaron Hunters help teach them, and they even teach them additional things...

Blade: Kafka. Stop teaching them how to shoot a gun Kafka: Come now Bladie, they should know how to protect themselves. Blade: THEY'RE 4.

Your kids eyes are the same colour as yours and their hair the same as Blade...well his old hair anyways.

He's a good husband still, perhaps a bit more violent...never to you and your kid though of course. Just cold to others ESEPCAILLY if they're taking bad about you or his kid.

One of the reasons he acts this way towards youse is because he wants to make up for the amount of time lost when he was gone. So making you happy and ensuring you're still okay and healthy is his top priority. If you or your kid thinks he's getting too much than tell him and he'll agree to stop. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable either. He just want you and your kid to be safe and happy.

Will be working on the other 2 current requests I have as soon as I can, apologies for the small break :>

This is most definitely not my best work but I hope you like it regardless (┳◡┳)

[josiesullysblog]

Don’t Leave Me.

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Angst, fluff?

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-Y/n grew up in a home with conditional love.

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Your parents didn't love each other. Everyone believed they did, it was all a facade it seems you were the only one to notice. You noticed first when you were seven it was after you saw your friend's parents kiss. “Why don’t you kiss mama?” you asked your father as he got you ready for bed.

“Your mother is not faithful honey,” he smiled as he pets your head, “she brings special friends here who daddy don't like,” you frowned, “but it’s okay because daddy has friends as well,” you titled your head, “why?”

“That doesn't concern you, now you can't tell anyone about her friends,” you nodded, “good because if you did me and mama could get into a lot of trouble and they’d take you away,” you shook your head as you hugged, ‘i don't wanna live!”

“You won’t pretty baby, just make sure not to say anything,” you nodded as he laid you down to sleep. At the time, you didn't understand what he meant by special friends but as you become older you caught on.

“Honey come to meet my friend!” your mother dragged you to meet an older man. He smiled at you which made you uncomfortable, “don't be rude say hi,” your mother faked a laugh, “hi,” you gave a small wave.

The man just laughed before pulling your mom away, your father barely touched your mother the way this man did, “honey you can't tell daddy my friend came over,” your mother stumbled to where you sat, “why?”

She laughed before rolling, “because he’d get so mad and you don't want to see us fight?” you just looked at your feet, “your father has so many standards you know,” she made you look at her, “right before we had you we were so in love, he loved me,” she stood up walking a little way in front of you.

“But after you, he became distant he barely even held you so I confronted him,” her voice broke as she spoke, “he told me he could barely stare at me because I was ugly and that having you was a mistake,” tears swelled in your eyes, “if you ever wonder why we don't love each other it's because of you, [Y/n].”

You shook your head, “daddy loves me,” you sobbed as your mother grabbed your chin, “and he loved me too, till you came now he can't even look at me,” she threw you on the floor. “You were the worst thing to happen to me.” with that she left you crying on the floor.

She’d say cruel things like that to you all the time, she’d always make remarks about your body, or how you should act if you expect to find a mate, and the older you became the harsher her words.

But outside, it was a different story. Your parents hugged, and they laughed together it was almost like they were two different people, “smile,” your mother whispered in your ears while pinching you. You smiled, you had no other choice your father may have looked happy to everyone else but you could tell he wanted to leave.

He wasn't a party person that was your mother, your father enjoyed spending time with small groups of people. You took after him in this aspect.

At these parties, you never knew where he’d go. He would be there in the beginning and then disappear till it was time to go. One time you wandered away from the party, it was boring and the Sully kids weren't there.

You kept walking till you heard laughter, you followed it then you saw it. A woman sat on your father's lap, she kissed him to which he gladly accepted. You stepped back which made a loud sound causing everyone's heads to turn. You sprinted back not caring to look back to see if your father would try to explain himself.

“I’m not feeling well,” you tapped your mother's shoulder as she spoke with her friends, “you can head back it's okay,” you walked home and cried yourself to sleep. That day you learned what a special friend really was.

If there were to be a ranking system, your family would fall closely under the Sullys.

You played with the Sully kids here and there, but they were far too busy as you all grew up to play with anyone as they were stuck with chores or “duties.” But that didn't stop the attraction you felt for Neteyam. You were scared to get into a relationship with him.

What if he fell out of love with you? What if he decided one day he wanted a special friend? All these thoughts clogged your head so you never did much about your crush.

The fear of ending up as your parents haunted you, unhappy and forced to live with someone who hates your guts.

“Hey [Y/n]!” you smiled and waved, “Hello Neteyam!” he was so nice. He always made time out of his day to talk with you. If you were ever in a group setting, he took extra steps to make you were heard and alright. Your heart couldn't help but beat faster because of him.

You wanted to be with him, but how would you know if he was faithful to you? What ifs flagged your mind it became to the point you couldn't do your chores. “She’s so lazy it's actually shocking she’s even mine,” your mother snickers with her friends.

You just ignored her, there was no point in speaking up she’d just attack you more. You prayed to Ewya that one day you’d be taken away from this place you called home, you prayed and you prayed. But it felt like you weren't being answered.

“Just make a move on her already,” Lo’ak groaned as Neteyam stared at you. “She’s always in her own world I don't even think she’ll say yes.” Neteyam has loved you since forever and it felt like you barely even looked his way. “You won't know till you try.”

His brother was right, but he didn't know how to approach you. You always had something to do, and he didn't want to just pop the question. You’d obviously say no, and he didn't want to scare you off.

He has never felt like this for someone before. The feeling that you want to spend every waking moment with them, that you want to see them with your children happy and playing together all these feelings were new to him.

So, he decided to take it slow. He slowly started inserting himself into your schedule, you had to help carry boxes? Don't worry Neteyam does too! This way he is able to get close to you but also not make it seem weird or awkward.

His plan worked the two of you became close, constantly having inside jokes, always around each other it was all working out perfect for him.

If you were scared before you were now petrified. The more time you spent with Neteyam the more you felt yourself falling in love with him. It was upsetting because you believed you had the same fate as your mother.

“We all end up like our parents,” it was a phrase thrown around so easily and for some, it might've been a blessing but for you it sounded like a curse.

To end up as that woman sounded like hell, so if you had to die alone to avoid that outcome, you would.

It was a hard pill to chew, give up happiness but you didn't know what else to do, “you know I pity your mate,” your mother laughed as she ate, “he must be drunk the day you two get together.”

You had enough of her bullying, her degrading words, she was your mother she was supposed to uplift you and make you feel safe and wanted and she has done the opposite.

You looked at her teary-eyed, “why do you hate me so much,” it was becoming too much, her words, her everything you could only take so much. “Oh, you always rub it in my face how i’m going to die alone or how I look, if it isn't one thing it's another why?” she only looked at you.

She walked over to you before smacking you across the face, “I don't know who you think you're raising your voice at because it's not me.” you held your cheek before running out.

You were fed up if that was even the right term to express your anger. You stomped across the forest before you stumbled upon the person you wanted to avoid, Neteyam.

“[Y/n]! I haven't seen you in forever!” he smiled as he ushered you closer, “we saw each other this morning,” you faked a smile, “which was ages ago!”

You laughed, it was genuine though he had this thing where he could light a room up. You wish you had a fraction of his happiness. You knew of his hardships, you understood why he was so mature even though you two were barely twenty.

“What's on your pretty little mind?” He smiled at you as he watched the stars you giggled, “why are you out here so late?”

The boy shrugged, “just wanted to see the stars,” you nodded at his answer, “I probably should head back,” Neteyam did not want to leave.

He wanted to rest here with you and talk but he promised his parents he’d watch over his sister.

A panic overcame you, it was instant and you didn't know why. Your heart rate picked up, “you should stay longer and watch the sky!”

He wasn't your mate, but you just felt this pull that he needed to be here with you. You couldn't explain lit in words.

He smiled looking at them, “I’d love to but I have to,” an excuse. Your mother always had one right before she left to see her friends.

What if Neteyam had a special friend and you spent too much time thinking if you wanted to be with him? “Are you sure? I bet they wouldn't notice if you were gone for ten minutes.”

Neteyam smiled that you wanted to hang out, I want to believe-,” you cut him off, “I can cook,” his head turned to look at you, “what?”

“I can cook, clean, heal, and hunt,” you stood up looking at him, “I can sew, I can carry heavy weights, and-,” he stopped you, “why are you saying this?”

Your eyes welled up, he did have someone else it didn't matter what you had or what you could do, “I can do anything you ask of me Neteyam,” you sobbed as he pulled you into a hug, “please, please don't leave me!”

His eyes widen, “[Y/n], I promise I’d never leave you,” he didn't know where this came from, “I like you, I’d never dream of hurting you.”

He went to go pick up your face and when he touched you, your face winced. He moved your face a little letting your cheek hit the sun. A bruise appeared and Neteyam’s eyes became hooded, he didn't care that he had to watch his sister. He wanted to know who would raise their hand to hit you.

“Who hit you?” you backed up a little touching your cheek, “it was nothing I-,” Neteyam came closer grabbed your hand, and kissed it, “I don't want to ask you again.”

You looked at him, he looked different not the warm boy you saw just minutes ago, “[Y/n], who the fuck hit you?”

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Heyyyy!! Guys I ain't be able to write till Saturday :( but if I can find time I’ll definitely try! Hope you enjoy love you all!!!!

[xoxo-sarah]

I Wanna Be Yours || Part 3

Part 2 | part 4

↝a/n: I'm so confused on how to spell Vickie's name. I had been writing Vicky but it looked wrong so I looked it up and it's apparently Vickie. I don't care enough to fix it with my other work so ignore it.

↝pairing:Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝Warning: slightly proofread, mention of death, the graphic details of what Eddie said with Chrissy's death, Possible spoilers if you still haven't watched season 4, everything that happens in stranger things, slow burn, Vickie doesn't exist here, not because I don't like her, but because it's easier to write for Robin when she's not madly in love with another chick.

↝⎙ 7.11.23

Italic is memories

“The way he looked at you!” Chrissy continued to gush, kicking her feet in a 'schoolgirl' way. She stared up at you with her head in her hands, laying on her stomach. Homework was long forgotten.

“He looks at everyone like that.” Rolling your eyes, you turned back to your dresser, looking in the top drawer for a certain shirt you were meant to have worn the day before. You were pretty sure Nancy had stolen it at this point. Wouldn't have been the first shirt that had just wound up missing just for you to see either in Nancy's clothes basket or on her. “I saw him look at Mrs. O'Relle and I thought he was going to combust. He's just a naturally flirty guy. I don't even think he realizes it most of the time."

“Oh, okay. Yeah.” With her tone and the smile on her face, it was obvious she didn't believe a word you said.

After closing the drawer harder than you meant to, you turned, glaring at the girl. “Anyway… I don't like him.”

You regretted the way you said 'him' as soon as it rolled off your tongue. But you tried to play it off cool. However, she didn't.

“So there's another guy!” You were quick to shush her, with it being night and Holly had already been put to bed and the fact you did not want your parents or siblings knowing anything about your love life. “Sorry.” She moved to sit up, watching as you sat on the edge of the mattress. “So…?”

“So what?”

“What's so special about this guy?” She said it as if you were stupid for asking.

“Nothing. Well, not like-” Closing your mouth, you couldn't find the words. Your eyes danced around your room, taking in the tacky paint from your childhood that you have yet to cover up. “He's different.” No matter how much she tried for you to meet her eye, yours stayed glued to the wall In front of you.

After a few moments of silence, you glanced over, her face telling you to continue. Her smile was so sweet, happy for you.

“He's nice.” She. She's nice. But Chrissy didn't need to know that. This is the first time you've told her about anyone you have ever fancied in the 5 years you two have been the best of friends. She was over the moon. “He's smart. He looks good in blue or green.” Chrissy noticed the way your lip twitched into a small smile at the thought of this mystery 'man'.

“What does he look like?”

“Light-brown hair, blue eyes.” You began fiddling with your nightshirt. “Tall. Taller than me, at least. Uh,” You glanced back over, not wanting to be telling her this anymore. Sure, you've wanted to tell someone how you felt, how a girl you barely talk to could make you feel all kinds of giddy without meaning to. But this was too much. “Actually, I don't want to talk about this anymore. If you don't mind.”

Before she could reply, you clicked your lamp off, leaving you to get under the blankets in the dark.

Robin's nice. She's smart. She looks good in blue or green. She had light-brown hair and pretty blue eyes. She is taller than you. She is beautiful. She is someone you couldn't even admit to liking to your closest friend.

You know Chrissy would never judge you or make you feel less than, but it was just different. It always would be. Sadly.

“He sounds nice, like someone you should admit your feelings to.” Chrissy spoke up after a moment of silence, of which you had stared above you, darkness blocking the color of the ceiling. You nearly scoffed at her words. But you settled on humming in agreement, or maybe just to satisfy her.

“Her body just, like, lifted in the air and uh…and she just hung there In the air.” You all but flinched as Eddie explained what had happened, more in detail than what Max had explained, obviously. Robin glanced at you every so often, seeing you winch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and cover your ears or make Eddie stop talking. But they needed to know this, what had happened and maybe figure out why and what caused it. Because it certainly wasn't him.

You glanced up for a split second, catching Robin's concerned eyes. She held eye contact for a few seconds before looking back at Eddie, who was distraught and certainly didn't know what to do and where to go from here.

“Shh!” You tried to steady a giggling Chrissy. She kept moving and wobbling, making it challenging to walk straight when you, yourself, were drunk. You really didn't want your parents to hear you stumbling through the house.

“Tonight was so fun!” She whispered yelled, getting a look from you before you shushed her again. You tried to help her up the stairs, cringing when she'd giggle again or the stairs would creak.

Today had been a close game, making everyone stressed, which made tonight the night where everyone got drunk in a close celebration. You and Chrissy weren't people to drink, mostly because you were underage, but as said before, today was stressful. Maybe Chrissy had gotten a little too drunk. This was the first time, however. She's never one to take more than a few sips, out of the bitter taste that she hated. She would've probably drunk more if you hadn't told her it was time to go.

Finally up the stairs, you turned her body towards your room, holding your breath before you tried to guide her in the darkness.

Hearing a door creak open, you froze. Turning slightly, you saw Nancy looking at you with a disappointed mom face. She rolled her eyes before closing the door. You went back to your friend, shushing her again when she decided almost tripping over air was hilarious. She's definitely a giggle drunk.

Opening your door, you gently pushed her in. She dropped on your bed, face first, most likely smearing her makeup on your duvet.

Sighing, you went through your drawer, before throwing a big shirt at her. She flipped over, looking at the shirt as you went to the connected bathroom to change.

Walking out, you saw she had changed and was already under the blanket.

She motioned for you to hurry, bringing the blanket up more. “Tonight was so fun.” She repeated.

You hummed, getting under the blanket.

She continued talking. “Robin seems nice.”

“Mhm.”

“You two seem to be getting close.”

“Yeah, we work together in, like, 2 classes. She's smart.”

“Smart and nice.”

“Yep.” You flipped over, hiding the slight blush from talking about Robin. Not like it was much use, with how dark it was.

“Smart, nice, brown hair, blue eyes. She's taller than you. OH MY GOD.” She jumped up, eyes wide.

You quickly turned, shushing her yet again, trying to get her to lay back down.

“She's just like your crush!” She whispered yelled, again, not really whispering.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, just lay back down.”

“That's so crazy.” She began to lay back down.

After a few moments, she spoke up again. You had to stop yourself from huffing, after nearly going to sleep.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Chrissy?”

“Is Robin your crush?” You felt as if your heart fell out of your ass.

“No, why would you think that?” You stayed looking away from her, stretching your hands out so they'd stop shaking.

“She's the exact description of your crush. I mean, it makes sense. You have been hanging out-”

“We're partners in class-”

She continued, “You act differently around her.”

“Only because I don't really know her like I know you-”

“It's okay. I promise.”

You turned, knowing she's looking back at you. You feel like you could cry right now.

“Chrissy, please go to sleep.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

“Okay!” She turned, getting comfortable, before her snores started not even 3 minutes later.

Good God.

“And her bones-” Eddie made a sound, cringing, hating how it all replayed in his head. “Her bones started to snap.”

You stood from where you had squatted, feeling like you were getting strangled by air itself. Rubbing against your chin, you didn't know whether to keep listening or step outside, where the cool night air might make you feel better. Eddie continued, “Her eyes, man.”

Turning, you stepped over the other people and the mess of the shed floor, not really giving yourself time to grab your flashlight. “It-it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling.”

The door slammed closed behind you. The cool air fanned against your face, feeling the complete opposite of the frantic hot breaths, making your lips and hands tremble.

After a few moments, the door creaked open, a flashlight shining around until it shined on you.

“Dustin's telling Eddie everything.” Robin finally spoke after a moment. You simply nodded, looking into the nothingness of the night. “They said something about Vecna's Curse?” It sounded more of a question than a statement, honestly.

“The D&D dude?” She shrugged, not really knowing, herself. “Oh my- if I hear one more thing about that stupid game… I'm actually going to lose my mind.” She dryly chuckled, pointing the flashlight around the shed, noting how scary it looked with all the trees around. “It's getting chilly, let's see what they're doing for the night.” Her hand skimmed the tin door, looking for you to follow her. She watched you shakily inhale before stepping behind, following her back in. She didn't really know what else to do than send a sympathetic smile before turning around, opening the door.

“I'm scared!” You wailed, utterly done with this world at the moment. You really didn't care if you sounded like every teenager going through it.

Chrissy looked at you with so many questions, not prying questions. She wanted so dearly to hear you, to know how you're feeling and what's making you feel that way.

This wasn't how she pictured the conversation going. She innocently asked about Robin and how she was. But somehow it escalated to her telling you to just tell her how you felt, how you longed to be able to touch her soft skin, tell her all the things you have held back all this time.

“Why?”

“Why?” immediately, you felt bad for raising your voice when Chrissy's own voice wasn't. Hers was soft, genuine. “I can't just tell her.”

She wasn't oblivious, she knew why you couldn't openly express your love for someone, not like she could with Jason. “You don't have to kiss in public, just…tell her. She could feel the same-”

“Or she couldn't. And next thing you know, I'm the laughingstock of Hawkins. People can be cruel, Chrissy.” Your voice was strained, as was your head pounding. “I just don't want to talk about it.”

Although Chrissy wanted nothing more for you to open up to her, she let off for the time being. Maybe she felt guilty for always coming to you when something is a slight convenience to her. Or perhaps she felt hurt that she would tell you everything, while you were so closed off. It made her think that you didn't trust her like she trusted you.

“Jesus!” Dustin kicked the door to the shed open, startling Eddie.

“Delivery service.” The kid tried to lighten the mood, seeing his friend so on edge.

It was disgusting how Eddie was stuffing his mouth with food, but you get it. He hadn't eaten since the day before, and probably heaved that up.

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news.” Dustin started. “How do you prefer it?”

“Bad news first, always.”

“Alright, bad news.” Dustin continued. You couldn't help the yawn that made you cover your mouth, turning to face the water that looked so calm. “We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you. Also, they're uh,”

“They're pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” Eddie turned to look at you as you turned your eyes away from the open view.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max spoke up from where she sat behind you.

Eddie turned back to his friend, awaiting the supposed 'good news'. “And the good news?”

“Your name hasn't gone public yet.” Both you and Eddie turned to Robin, both for entirely different reasons. Her eyes fell to yours for a split second, before returning to Eddie's curious ones. “But if we found out about you, it's a matter of time before others do too and, once this gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is going to be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Shit.”

“So,” Dustin spoke up again, “Before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.” The way he spoke, it seemed like the easiest thing to do in the whole wide world.

“That's all, Dustin? That's all?” Sarcasm dripped from Eddie's words like venom.

“Yeah, no, that's pretty much it.”

“Listen, Eddie.” Once again, your attention was on Robin.

Her hair looked pretty today.

“I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional,” You couldn't help watching her hands as she waved them around. “But we've actually been through this kind of thing before. I mean, they have a…few times, and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, and theirs was more smoke-related.” She sighed, catching herself rambling. “But the bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.”

Even as Steve began talking, you stayed looking at her, maybe longer than you should have because she glanced back down. “We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers. But uh, those went bye-bye, so…"

Robin spoke, “So we're technically in more of the-”

“Kind of-” Steve waved around.

“Brainstorming phase.” Max concluded.

“Brainstorming.” Steve snapped his fingers at her.

Eddie looked the most unsure of something you've ever seen somebody.

Dustin began sputtering, his voice going up an octave. “There…there's nothing to worry about.”

Steve scoffed, nodding along with Dustin. Eddie titled his head at them.

“Eddie, look.” He turned to you, looking for some kind of help here. “You don't really have a choice.” You didn't mean for the words to come out as harsh as they did, but with the lack of sleep -and the headache that was soon to be coming-you really didn't feel like apologizing. At least, not right now.

Sirens rang out, causing everyone to panic and rush forward towards Eddie.

“Tarp.” Robin pointed at the blue tarp. “Tarp. Tarp.” Eddie rushed to hide back under the thing he had been hiding under all night.

You all ran towards the window, watching as cop cars and an ambulance flew past.

“Nancy.” You were the first out of the car when Steve parked, nearly climbing over Robin in doing so. Nancy looked out of it, not knowing her right from left, up from down. She watched the car pull up, looking as if she were about to burst out in tears any second.

You held your sister in your arms, rubbing your hand up and down her back, trying to ease her emotions from your spot beside her.

“So, you're saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it's from the Upside Down?”

“If the shoe fits.” Steve responded to Nancy.

“Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse.” Dustin wasn't quite sure of anything, at this point. “Now, whether or not he's doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don't know.”

Nancy shrugged your arms off her, causing a frown to form on your face. But you didn't push it. Instead, you folded your arms over your chest, pushing another yawn down.

Max spoke up, “All we know is this is something different. Something new.”

“Doesn't make sense.” Nancy stated. Of course, it doesn't make sense, nothing has for the past few years.

“It's only a theory.”

“No, Fred and Chrissy don't make sense. I mean, why them?”

“Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Dustin countered, “They were both at the game.”

“And near the trailer park.”

"…"

“We're at the trailer park.” You and Steve spoke in unison, looked at each other, uneasy.

“Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

Everyone glanced around, uncomfortable.

“There is something about this place.”

“Let's go.” You stood, kicking your legs out from the table.

Yet, no one followed.

“Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“Then let's leave.” You urged them to get up, maybe run to the car and get the hell out of here.

“Acting weird as in…?” Robin questioned, watching as you looked around, a pit in your stomach.

“Scared, on edge, upset.”

“Max said Chrissy was upset too.”

“Yeah, but not here.” Max stated, remembering back to the bathroom. She turned to you, knowing you said she'd been acting weird around you too.

“We can actually talk about this in the car.”

Max continued, “She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

Looking away from everyone, you nearly jumped out of your skin when Robin touched your arm, trying to ease your nerves. Your face grew red, from the scare, of course. Not from her skin touching yours. Not one bit.

“Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right?” You gawked at her, “So maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this vecman-”

“Vecna.” Dustin quickly corrected.

“Dunno about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to somebody.”

“Maybe they did.” Max states, “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley's office. If you saw a monster, you wouldn't go to the police. They'd never believe you.”

To be fair, if you hadn't seen it multiple times in real life, you wouldn't believe anyone either. Unless it was Chrissy.

“But you might go to your-”

“Your shrink.”

Max's nod was enough for you to begin walking back to the car, knowing they were going to do the same. The faster you were out of this trailer park, the better.

“Woah, woah, woah, Nance. Nance!” Looking back, you watched Steve go after Nancy, seeing her walking away from his car. “Nance, where are you going?”

“Oh, there's just something I want to check out first.” She continued to walk backwards.

“Something you wanna share with us?” Dustin threw his arms open in question.

“Nancy?” You questioned her, not quite sure what was going through her brain, but you knew it was moving too fast right now.

“I don't want to waste your time. It's a real shot in the dark.”

“Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No, it's too dangerous. You need,” He glanced back at the rest of us, before looking back at her. “You need someone to…" He trailed off before turning and throwing his keys at Robin. “Here, I'll stick with Nance, alright. You guys take the car, check out the shrink.”

“I don't think you want me driving your car.”

“Why?”

“I don't have a license.”

“Why don't you have a license?” He looked utterly flabbergasted, as if he hadn't been driving her around everywhere.

“I'm poor.”

Steve turned to you, getting a frantic shake of your head.

“Absolutely not.” It was too nerve wracking for you. The first time you tried driving, you nearly had a panic attack and your mother had to calm you down from the passenger seat.

“I can drive.” Max spoke up, nearly making Steve have an aneurysm. You could practically see memories of before flashing behind his eyes, causing you to hide your smile.

He automatically pointed at her, “No! No. Never again. Please. Anyone but you. No.”

Dustin shrugged, suggesting himself. “No chance.” Steve sighed, “No.”

“C'mon.”

Alright, okay. This is stupid." Robin grabbed a flashlight out of Dustin's bag, walking towards Steve and dropping his keys back in his hands. “Us ladies will stick together.” She turned, grabbing your arm and walking to Nancy. She gave you a questioning look, asking if you wanted to go with them. You slightly smiled, grabbing a flashlight out of the bag next, as Robin continued to poke fun at Steve. “Unless you think we need you to protect us.”

Steve sighed.

Robin smiled at him as he shook his head, before turning to walk towards Nancy's car.

“Be careful!” He called out, watching as you got into the car.

“Just gonna stand there and gawk?”

"Shut up.”

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[r0ckgoblin]

The Right Answer - bbf!e.williams x reader

summary: after a really bad day, you call ellie in the middle of the night. just needing someone to talk to, she suggest you two go for a night drive. nothing new right? you guys did this all the time, this night couldn’t be any different. wrong. this night, this night would definitely be different.

a/n: zoo wee mama am i nervous about this one! i got this idea from the clock app, i’ve been really wanting to try a hand at writing for ellie and the prompt was perfect for her imo. omg it was so fun! i hope you enjoy it! woohoo!! (also there’s a surprise guest mentioned 😏)

warnings: if you follow me and/or have read my stuff before you know this shit isn’t fully proofread… i can try to proofread all i want but i always miss something… *sigh*

*lower case is intentional*

you sigh tossing on your back, as if the day couldn’t get any worse, now you were not allowed the sweet blessing of sleep. staring up at the ceiling, wishing the thoughts that kept you awake would just be quiet for one moment. letting out a huff of dissatisfaction, you roll over and grab your phone. opening the message app you hope that the one person that can help you is awake.

ellie was your brother’s best friend since pre-school. within that time the two of you had formed a friendship as well. the two of you would hangout pretty occasionally, especially with your brother away at college. they were both a year older than you so hanging out with them when you were younger wasn’t difficult, you all got along pretty well so to say.

as you got older though, something about the way you saw ellie changed. you would feel certain ways about her, ways you didn’t understand. later you would find out those were ways someone felt about someone they liked. ‘but ellie is a girl..’ early middle school would tell yourself, ‘i don’t like girls…i think.’ you liked girls. these were feelings that could never be spoken about to anyone, because to your family, ellie was family.

“please be up.” you whisper as you open ellie’s contact.

you: are you awake? sent 11:26pm

you close your phone, prepared to try and go to sleep in case she doesn’t answer. you wait impatiently for a few minutes deciding that she is most likely asleep you text again.

you: nvm, we can talk tmrw:) sent 11:29 pm

before you can close your phone again, the message said it had been read and seconds later you see the three dots indicating she was typing.

els<3: sorry i was in the shower, we can talk now. is everything alright?? received 11:30 pm

sighing in relief, you text her back immediately.

you: yea i’m good, just needing someone to talk to. sent & read 11:31 pm

els<3: wanna go for a drive? received 11:31 pm

you: yes pls! sent & read 11:32 pm

els<3: omw recived 11:32 pm

ellie didn't live far and she's not the safest driver either, so you jump out of bed quickly and grab your phone and keys. you walk downstairs and sit patiently on the couch. not even ten minutes pass and you get a notification from ellie.

els<3: here received 11:40 pm

you: gotcha read 11:40 pm

you get up from your spot on the couch and speed walk to the door. "where are you going?" a voice behind you ask. you whip around quickly seeing your brother at the bottom of the stairs. "out with ellie." you answer. "okay be sa- what am i talking about i know how ellie drives. you coming home tonight?" by now your phone is buzzing with text from ellie.

els<3: what's taking so long? received 11:42 pm

els<3: helloo?? received 11:43 pm

els<3: hurry up slow poke! received 11:45 pm

"most likely, why?" you ask. he huffs, "mom and dad come home tomorrow, duh. you know how they are, they want this place spotless." you groan loudly, "oh fuck i forgot, look if i'm not home tonight i'll be back early tomorrow. love you bye, lock the door!" you say hurriedly opening the door and rushing out. "yea, yea love you!" your brother shouts behind you.

you dash to ellie's car opening the door, "hey sorry, my brother and i were talking." you say out of breath. "all good, i figured. by the way," she clicks her tounge, "we gotta get some gas in this baby." she says pointing to the dashboard. "that's fine." you say.

ellie backs out of your driveway and starts heading down the street to find the nearest gas station. "so, what's going on in the world of y/n?" she asks referencing to your need for someone to talk to. you sigh loudly, "a lot," you laugh, "its just a bunch of stuff you know, school and shit. not to mention, guess who i ran into today?"

"no way dude!" she yells. "oh, yea you guessed it, none other than miss anderson herself." ellie looks over at you with wide eyes. "did she talk to you?" you roll your eyes and groan, "what do you think?" if there was anything ellie loved more than life itself, it was talking shit about your terrible exes. "fuck dude, what she say?"

"same old same old, 'y/n i really miss you.' and 'wished things worked between us.' blah, blah, blah." ellie scoffs loudly, "she's the one that broke up with you!" ellie shouts "i know, that's what i'm saying!"

"she can honestly go fuck herself at this point." she says pulling into the gas station. she parks at the available lane and reaches in her pocket, pulling out some cash. "here, if you don't mind getting me a drink and anything you want." you smile taking the cash from her hand and nod. you both get out of the car, "what do want, anything specific?" you ask starting to walk away. "surprise me." you throw her a thumbs up and begin heading inside.

you walk to the drink coolers in the back, grabbing something that you think she'll like and grab yourself something too. you walk to the other side of the store to where the cash registers are. from the window you can see ellie talking to a girl. you watch as they talk, the girl obviously flirting with ellie. were you jealous, no. ellie could talk to whoever she wanted to. besides, any feelings you had for ellie were so repressed, they surely wouldn't be making a comeback. the cashier interrupts your thoughts, "ma'am your total is $4.38." you take your eyes off the view from the window and shuffle through the cash finding a $5 and handing it to him. "thank you, keep the change." you grab the two drinks from the counter and walk out the door, "have a goodnight!" you wish to the man before closing the door.

you walk back to ellie's car, you make eye contact with the random girl. she gives you a dirty look as you open the door and get in. you look at ellie just watching her talk, you notice her body language, she looks uncomfortable. you listen as she asks ellie to dinner and you with all the bright ideas, reach over and honk the horn, when you have the attention of ellie you look at her and throw your hands in the air giving her a stern look. and even though you had nowhere to be you point to your wrist signaling the time. she looks back at the girl, "sorry, my girl has a curfew." she lies. but wait hold on her girl? that made your cheeks burn hot. you watch as the girl walks away and ellie gets in the car. its dead silent pulling out of the gas station and on to the road.

"so," ellie clears her throat, "are we gonna talk about that?" you look over at her, "talk about what?" the girl that clearly wanted in your pants. "there's nothing to talk about." you mumble looking away from her. "oh no, there's something to talk about." ellie then reaches over and grabs your thigh, squeezing in lightly. you grab her hand placing it back into her own lap. "there's nothing to talk about, ellie. just take me home, now." you demand.

"whatever you say." the rest of the ride was inevitably uncomfortable. not one of you spoke to the other, ellie kept her eyes ahead of her on the road and you looked out the window.

when ellie came to a stop in your driveway, you immediately went to open the door, but it was locked. you huff and turn towards her. she gives you an 'oh!' look and presses the button, you quickly jump out and make a beeline for the front door. you hear a car door slam shut and turn to see ellie hot on your tail. you make it to the door, mentally thanking your brother that he forgot to lock it. before you can close it, ellie is pushing her way in. "we're gonna talk about it." she whispers. "there's nothing to talk about, you looked uncomfortable, so i was just trying to help." you whisper back. ellie shakes her head, "that's not what happened. you're gonna tell me the truth."

"what truth is there to tell?" you say frustrated, trying not to raise your voice. "you were jealous, weren't you?" she smirks. you laugh uncomfortably, "no, i wasn't." you cross your arms. "wrong answer y/n, you didn't want me going out with her." at this point ellie almost had you backed into a wall. "no, you can do as you please, i don't care." ellie now has you fully backed into the wall. "mhm, wrong answer." she says sternly, putting both hands on the wall caging you in. "i'm gonna ask you one more time, were you jealous?"

"please, if roles were reversed you would've been fine. its whatever, ellie." you roll your eyes. "no, i wouldn't have been." her eyes are dark and angry. "what?" you say below a whisper. "anyone that touches you, talks to you, looks at you, makes me rage. so no, i wouldn't have been okay. i would've been jealous. and i would be able to tell you that if you asked me." she leans in closer.

you don't know what to say to this. you thought that after all these years of pining over ellie and repressing your feelings for her, you'd never be a situation where she was possibly confessing her feelings for you. "what are you talking about ellie?" you say looking her dead in the eyes.

"please y/n, don't act like you don't know." she scoffs. "so, were you jealous?" she repeats. you bite your lip, not wanting to be honest, "fine, yes i was jealous. are you happy now?" ellie drops her hands back to her side looking to the ground, you think of the worst. what if she’s about to reject you? what if she just wanted to get a rouse out of you and tease you about it later? you watch her for a moment, she then looks up. "right answer." before you know it her lips are on yours. this kiss is slow and sweet, but ellie becomes hungry for more. its getting heated, ellie is grabbing anywhere she can get her hands. her lips move down to your neck and you moan as she nips at it.

you pull away quickly realizing where you were, "maybe we should.." you motion up the stairs. "right, right." she says breathlessly.

a/n:THE END TEEHEE! i cannot describe how excited i am about this fic!! it’s my first ellie one and i think it’s pretty great, maybe i’m biased. this was really fun to write. i wanted it to be smut, but i’m not really good at that so the end is up to ur imagination 😏 ANYWAYS thank you so much for reading this, much love <<33

[memberment]

Good evening

Guys I just got home from work and proofread everything I needed to including this next Dandelion chapter and I'm trying so hard not to just fucking SOB over it.

I hate it here I want out LMFAOOOOOOO THIS IS SO SAD WHY DID I WRITE THIS FR

10:59 update......

I'm thinking about an absolutely diabolical twist for the Trin series(it doesn't actually change the story in any way, if anything it actually makes it make so much more sense). Like, I've been ruminating on it since last night but idk if it's gonna throw people off. But at the same time like part twos and threes never do as good anyways so do I really even care?? Like, I'm just out here telling stories in fanfic font bc I would rather throw myself in the street than make OCs and not share my fun little stories.

I think I may commit to it.

I don't wanna say it on here though bc it's one of those plot twists you get will not forget even though part three is like FOREVER out.

The more I think about it the more I wanna do it. Someone tell me I should do it.

Oh my god I am shutting up and finishing reading Dandelion, y'all will hear my virtual screams in approximately one and a half business hours.

(11:43) I'm actually fucking sobbing and I didn't even start the last few chapters. Like, I'm actually crying over this. It's not funny.

(12:00) Never by mag lo coming on while I'm finishing up reading this is not funny. I'm devastated. I hope you all hate me after this oh my god I feel like I just ruined my own life. WHY IS IT SO MUCH WORSE AFTER BEING DONE WITH THIS FIC FOR ALMOST TWO MONTHS. Jesus Christ. Yeah. No more angst from me for a long while. I'm banned.

(12:20) Me skimming through tags on fics debating if I want to pick up something new. Everything being totally normal. Suh happy. Trying not to stew in my own misery. And then I see such a vile tag my stomach twists and now I'm just like okay I'll go fuck myself I guess I'll go write or do my homework. I'm sorry, I adore ao3 and I'm never gonna be a hater, BUT SOME PEOPLE ARE WILD. LIKE I AM TALKING SO BAD I'M ACTUALLY CONSIDERING DOING MY HOMEWORK OVER THAT. LIKE I ACTUALLY JUST WIPED THE TEARS OFF MY FACE AND GOT OVER HOW SAD I WAS BECAUSE OF HOW GENUINELY SHOCKED I WAS. Like wow oh wow.

Anyways. Updates here if there's gonna be any. Also Dandelions up if anyones reading this LMAO

It's 1:40 in the morning and the beginning of Morning Glory is making me fucking unwell. I was not joking when I made that joke about like ten dreaded weeks of angst, Jesus Christ.

(2:12) This is my second time posting this exact part. Like I know I've posted this exact part. But I seriously love Christophe and all of his dialogue with my whole heart.

(4:31) I do not recall making Dova this tragic and I'm literally about to sob over him. LIKE WHY???? WHY DID I DO THAT??? WHY ARE HIS LITTLE SUBTLE BITS OF STORYLINE SO ACTUALLY PAINFUL AS THE STORY GOES ON????? (I am allergic to happiness I am my own canon event at this point)

(4:48) THE ABSOLUTE DEVASTATION THAT COMES WITH WANTING MORE STORY BUT IT SIMPLY NOT EXISTING BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO WRITE IT IS DEVASTATING.

(5:02) Welp. I'm ruined and am now compelled by god to start working on Morning Glory again. We're at 73k rn. And only two chapters that aren't the prologue are under 4k. That's fucking terrifying. Like I have 17 minus the prologue rn. WE ARE LITERALLY THREE CHAPTERS AWAY FROM THE FOURTH OF JULY. THERE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ANOTHER 16/17 OF SUMMER ALONE. AND THERE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AT LEAST ANOTHER 14 AFTER THAT. LIKE THE 14 ARE THE PLANNED SPECIFIC EVENT CHAPTERS. BRUH. WHY DID I DO THIS????

regret.

regret is all I feel.

but I will push through.

(7:38) before I go to bed I will just say I am at 75.3k. I had no idea how I would even get close to 4k on a birthday chapter where the group effectively decided to just stay home and hang out. But now there is like 1.5k of them playing muffin time. It's wild. I love it. GOOD NIGHT.

[magma-frog0]

Tsukishima Kei x Reader getting stoned

Summary: Tsukishima is stressed out due to school and volleyball. Reader comes to Tsukishima's rescue with a joint.

Warnings: Smoking, Kissing, friends to lovers, getting high, make out, joints, marijuana, cursing, edibles, smut. NOT PROOFREAD

AN- Sorry i have been gone, I have been busy, and I didn't get a chance to write lately.

Tsukishima was talking about how he was stressed out lately. He said it was because of volleyball and big exams coming up in the upcoming months. You understood how it was affecting him, and you asked him if he wanted to try and smoke to relieve stress. You would never force him to smoke. You guys have known each other since the 6th grade, and he knows you smoke to relieve stress. He said that he would try it out and you were going to his house now.

You were at his front doorstep and his parents weren't home, which is smart because you obviously wouldn't want his parents walking in on you guys' smoking. You rang his doorbell and he answered almost immediately. When he opened the door, he looked exhausted. "You got the stuff?" He asked whispering and letting you in.

"Yeah, I have it, also, you don't have to whisper. We are here alone and like, everyone smokes. It's not like a big crime or anything," you said walking in the house and going into his room.

"I know it's my first time I don't want the whole neighborhood to hear," he said sitting on his bed and patting the spot next to him singling you to sit down. You sat down next to him and took the weed out of your bag. You had flower, bongs, edibles, and joints. "Holy shit that's a lot," he said his eyes widening.

"Yeah, I brought my whole stash. Want to start with a joint?" you asked as you pulled out your lighter. You put the joint between your lips and light it. You took a small puff and blew the smoke in his face. "Wanna try?" you ask passing him the joint.

"Yeah, let me see," he said taking the joint between his fingers. You were looking at his hands, your mind thinking of dirty things, thinking about how his hands would feel gripping your hips and ramming into you. "Y/N, you, okay?" he asked getting you out of your thought.

"I'm fine, take your puff man," you laughed playfully hitting his shoulder. He rolled his eyes and took a deep puff of the joint and slowly puffed out the smoke. "Does it feel good?" You ask as he passes the joint back to you.

"Hell yeah it feels good," he chuckled and watched you put the joint between your lips. He thought about how pretty and perfect your lips are. You took the joint from your lips and made smoke rings.

You guys were just sitting on the bed talking about memories from middle school. You noticed Tsukishima staring at you. "Tsuki are you sure you're, okay?" you asked and passed him the joint.

"Yeah, but. Can I try something out?" he asked.

"Of course, I don't care," you said. He took a deep puff of smoke and peered closer to your face. He grabbed your chin and kissed your lips blowing all the smoke into your mouth. He pulled back and you puffed the rest of the smoke out. "Shit, I'm so fucking sorry," he groaned.

"It's fine," you said grabbing his hand. He looked into your eyes, his full of lust. You leaned into him and kissed his lips, he kissed back, harder. He pushed you down on the bed still kissing you, he roughly bit your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth. He shoved his tongue in your mouth. You ran your fingers though his hair. He pulled back and started kissing your neck, he left marks allover your neck.

He took his shirt off and kept kissing you. You pushed him down and took off your shirt. He tried to lift himself up on his elbows, but you pushed him down again. You straddled his hips and felt him get hard. You kissed him and started leaving hickeys on his neck. You got off his hips and went between his legs, "fuck..." he groaned.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"It's just that... I haven't let anyone touch me before," he said softly.

"I'll be gentle, I promise," you reassured. Sticking out your pinky, he wrapped his around yours and you went back down to his pants. You pulled his sweatpants down just enough to get his cock. You pulled it out and sprung out and hit his stomach. You held it in your hand and gently rubbed the tip.

"Fuck... Don't fucking tease me," he whimpered.

"As you wish," you said and took his cock into your mouth. He moaned out as you deepthroated his cock, you toyed with his tip in your mouth and your hands played with his shaft.

"Fuck Y/N I'm so close," he groaned and gripped your hair. You took more of him in your mouth and bobbed you head. You felt him climax, his warm cum going down your throat. "It's your turn now," he said sitting up and pushing you on your back.

He pulled down your shorts and felt your wetness through your underwear. "Look how wet you are," he said with a cocky smile.

"Shut up Kei," you whimpered.

"Hmm," he groaned and put his head between your legs. He pulled your underwear down and blew on your clit. You let out a loud moan as he blew and licked your clit. "God, you're so fucking wet for me," he groaned, his words sending shivers down your spine. He pumped his middle finger in your pussy, going faster and faster. His finger hitting your g-spot every time.

"Fuck Kei, I can't," you moaned.

"Don't cum until I fucking say so," he demanded. Still hitting your g-spot, you were dripping all over his hands, he kept sucking your clit.

"Kei please let me cum, I can't take it," you begged gripping his hair.

"You can cum baby," he groaned gripping your thighs. You came in his mouth dripping all over him. He got up and kissed you again, you can feel his cock rubbing up on your pussy.

"Can I put it in?" He asked. You nodded and he slowly pushed his cock in you. You gripped his shoulders and moaned his name. His thrusts started off slow and hard but, with you wrapping around him he couldn't hold himself back. His thrusts started getting faster and sloppier. His moans getting louder and his breath hitching between every thrust.

He felt you cum on his cock and he pulled out and came on your stomach. "Good job baby," he said giving you a kiss on the cheek. He got up and got you a warm rag to clean wipe you down. He gave you his tee-shirt and put his shorts on.

He laid next to you, and you put your head on his chest. "You were my first time," Tsukishima says looking at you.

"I'm glad," you say giving him a peck on the lips and cuddling up to him.

"I love you Y/N" he said sleepily.

"I love you too Kei," you said back. You both feel asleep in each other's arms.

[illusionoftransience]

“Lizard, do you read me? Over.“ “Helen, I don’t get this game... can’t we just play something else already-?“ “You don’t get it Lizard, this mission is of grave importance. We CANNOT disregard th facts. Over.“

Sigh.

Seriously, sometimes she’s just so weird! Are all girls like this? Linus couldn’t remember his sister acting up like this even once, though his sister didn’t have such worrysome siblings... “Yes, float sock, loud and clear.“ “OVER.“ “...roger float sock, we should review the operation, just to be sure... over.“

The blonde girl outright hissed at hooded boy, with sitting right next to her it gave him quite the scare. “How often do I have to tell you now? Sis has been spending more time than usual in the girl’s shower rooms, I don’t want to trust her on that... aren’t you worried over Naria as well?” “She can take care of herself...” Linus declared sheepishly, to which Helen could only give a disbelieving look. “Besides, they’re just girls, what’s the worst that could happen?“ “SHE could happen!“ now the girl almost snapped, what horrors did she witness over the course of her... well, ‘life’. “You don’t know the things I know, trust me, and  I need your help!“ Couldn’t she just quiet down for a bit though. They’d been in front of the showers for a whole while now, enough that their ramblings had caught the attention of a few people...

“Naria, did you see? Helen and your brother are being so close, I’m almost a bit envious of them... “, the spectator hopped gleefully as she watched the children mess with each other. “Do you have any idea what they might be talking about?“ The other woman gave these two a testing stare. “From what I gather,” she started, pausing to judge their interactions for a bit longer. “Helen’s accusing Siúsaidh of peeping in the girls shower again. I don’t get it, where’s the point of that? The ones who complain the most are the guys anyways. She’s your colleague Niamh, so shouldn’t you be keeping an eye out for her...?” Niamh sulked as her diligence was put into question, just how could Naria know? That she put so much effort into keeping Siúsaidh in check as well. It was then, when another conversation was interrupted. The girls had a hard time suppressing a shriek when a third party leaned in to leave sound advice. “You know, I happened to listen along, and I have just the plan for you~ ♥“ A well-known woman with emerald eyes and pink hair merely giggled as she shared how to put her plan into motion.

SHRIEEEK!

Helen looked up, it had finally happened. Grapping Linus by his hood, she pulled the protesting boy along into the girl’s shower dormitory, promptly greeted by a desperate, really well-endowed lady. “It’s... her, the demon has returned, to rob me off my innocence and pride!” “Be calm and tell Niamh, what did she do.“ Helen demanded, holding her dear friend by her shoulder as Linus just covered his eyes, not knowing whether to run or simply screech. In some distance, Naria was just covering her eyes in annoyance, how could they dare involve her brother in all of this? Somebody would have to pay later on. Helen continued shaking Niamh to her senses, so that she may finally reveal the core of this whole situation: “This... girl, robbed me off my panties as I was showering, and exchanged the towel with her own, alone the thought of rubbing myself with her odor...!“ That’s where the busty one started sobbing, in reality, she was just covering her tomato-red face. Alone the thought, would Shou really do this to her? This couldn’t be the valiant knight who saved her so long ago, could it?

“I understand.” Helen patted the white-haired girl in front of her, reassuring to the best of her extend. “I’ll stop my sister, get you a towel and return your panties. This I promise. Let’s go Lizard!” ...again with the nicknames? Why now of all times?! Ominous laughing from inside, so this is where she must’ve hidden!

“I see, you have finally arrived! Alas, it is too late, the maiden’s purehood is already within my grasp!“ The mastermind had shown herself. Clad in a white tunic and armed with her signature spear, though the blade had been exchanged with the most well-known black garment of the crew. “I, Siùsaidh Riòna carry the ultimate artifact! There’s no way you can... YEOWCH! Hey, that’s not fair!” Helen on her end had already started kneading something within her pocket, carefully bringing it into view of the bystanders. A tiny plush-doll, a blue strain of hair carefully woven within. Having no way to resist, the girl called Siùsaidh was forced to her knees.

“I’ve always kept this close to me, in case you’d lose your senses. Your reign of terror ends here and now, so return the garments to me!“ By unknown means, a long rope was thrown inbetween the fighters, Helen didn’t hesitate to command her loyal underling to bow to her will. “Linus, tie her up and disarm her, we shall no longer abide by her rules!“ The blonde bestowed her friend with a serious glare so that he just couldn’t resist the least. Apologising over and over, he tied Shou up and retrieved the panties from her lance.

As the children returned to their victim for reward, praise and headpats, the least-mentioned character up to now kneeled down to a talk with the evil mastermind. “Thanks so much for playing along, I’m sure the children enjoyed that little show just as much! ♥“ “Krysta, please...“, the mastermind begged. “You don’t know how much this dark magic hurts, do you? Playing along was fine, but by now I just wanna go to bed. Cleaning the showers for you lot wasn’t supposed to end up this way.“ “But the children had fun, hadn’t they? Speaking of beds, I guess it’s about time for me as well... but you better stay her for authenticity, you hear? I’ll have Niamh pick you up later, please stay strong until then...“ And as quickly as she turned up, she disappeared again. You could bet your ass the rope was her idea as well, it didn’t feel bad on the skin at all, where’d she get all these things? Wait, that’s no time to wonder about that... “Krysta? Hey, Krysta!! The ground’s still soaked, you know? I’m gonna catch a cold like this... even worse, can you at least fetch me a bra...? PLEASE?!“

Unbeknownst to them, Niamh had a hard time appeasing the children, it would probably take some more hours for her to tend to her dear volunteer-

[rxgnor0k]

Rainfall — E.Munson

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Summary: <In which Eddie Munson is invited by his crush, Y/n, into her house after seeing him drenched from the rain. >

Pairings: <Eddie Munson x Henderson!fem!reader>

Warnings: <use of she/her pronouns, fluff, mentioning of Satan. >

a/n: <I WROTE MOST OF THIS BEFORE VOL.2 CAME OUT AND NOW IM SAD😭😭😭. NOT PROOFREAD. I also don't know anything about guitars. the Henderson part has like no importance in this fic for except one scene. pls yell me how to do the "view post" or "keep reading" tab on mobile asap>

creds for gif: @johnclaytonmayer

⚠️ i will not allow anyone copy and pasting my work into any other social platform or site without consulting with me first ⚠️

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T'was a warm summer day, and everything was as best as it could be, until the rain showed up. You could say that it was very uncalled for. Those at the pool, including you and friends, started off dry and warm then became drenched and cold. It wasn't the best way to start of a summer day, but it wasn't the worst.

You didn't despise the cold weather, actually it was rather nice. Yes, you couldn't do much outside, but there was much to do indoors, such as reading in bed, baking a cake, or simply observing the beauty of the falling droplets of water the created art on your own window. Though not everyone felt this way, you definitely did.

Sitting in your room, listening to Silhouettes by The Rays, peacefully, a sudden bang of thunder occurred.

"Is it really that bad?" you thought aloud, setting your novel down and sauntering towards the window.

Peering out of the already opened window, you noticed the thunderstruck and how powerful it was. Despite the chill of the wind, the sound of rain softly hitting the earth was calming. Could you get hypothermia and get sick? Yes, no doubt about it. Was it worth it? Also, yes.

Gazing downwards, away from the lightning bolts, you noticed a… man? He was walking, in the rain, by himself. You shifted the window up just a little bit, and put your whole upper body out the other end.

Was that Eddie Munson?

“Eddie?” you asked, yelling at the boy. “Is that you?!”

“Y/n?” he looked up.

“What the hell are you doing in the rain, Eds?! You could get sick,” you exclaimed, worried about the sake of this man.

“Yea, I know," he supposed, scratching the back o his head with one arm. "I went to a friend's house an I lost my way back!"

That was most definitely not true. He had gone into the woods to retrieve the drugs that Reefer Rick owed him. But he wasn't going to say that to the girl he liked, is he?

"Mhm, ok, why don't you stay here until the storm stops?! It’s getting kind of late, plus my parents wouldn't mind!" you offered, being generous. If he stayed out there any longer he's going to get very sick.

"No, it's fine, I can use a bit of exercise," he reassured, not wanting to seem like a burden.

"Are you sure?! You look cold, no?!"

Did Eddie really want to walk two miles more than he already did? Or stay in a warm house where he could dry off and relax for a bit. He didn't really have a choice, so he chose the best, more reasonable option.

"On a second thought," he started. "You don't mind if stay with you, do you?!"

You smiled joyfully, happy with the outcome of the argument.

"Not at all, wait near the front door! I'll be there in a second!" you began to run to the door, awaiting for Eddie's arrival.

As Eddie jogged to the door, it had already opened. You appeared out the door with two towels and a blanket in hand. By the time Eddie arrived, you noticed how he was awfully drenched and was practically shivering because of the rain.

"C'mon Eds, don’t wanna freeze, now do we?"

He came inside the warm home and was wrapped up in the towels and blanket you offered.

"Let's go to my room," you directed, beginning to walk up the stairs with Eddie following. He looked at the wall just before the staircase, it was nearly covered with old school photos of you and Dustin.

Dustin was already aware of this “crush” Eddie had, but he was not aware that it was on his own sister. He assumed it was Chrissy Cunningham or someone from the crowd.

“Hey, Dustin, do you happen to have the mattress Mike used when he stayed over?” you asked, standing on the doorway of your brother’s room.

“Yea, it’s in the storage room,” he said, looking up from whatever project he was working on.

You nodded, pivoting towards the other end of the hallway.

“You can wait in my room, if you’d like, it’ll take me a minute to get across the hallway,” you smiled, continuing to walk up the stairs.

It was a fairly easy distance from the staircase to your room, your door was covered and posters and stickers. Upon entering your room, Eddie was stunned, yet not surprised by the decoration of your room. Posters of bands and movies crowded your wall. It was colorful, but dull. In the dark corner of your room hid an electric guitar.

"Sweet," Eddie admired, going I've to pick it up. "A flying V." He stroked the strings, as well caressing the v shaped body of the guitar. Right as you walked in, carrying the mattress with you, Eddie began playing a riff. Stopping your entrance, you let go and watched from the doorway.

The tall, lean man with long fingers and an odd side grin was delicately playing your electric guitar made of solid Mahogany. You stand there admiring the music while observing his hands pluck and strum the steel guitar strings. You cautiously move up to him to get a better look at how his hands are positioned, leaving the mattress behind. Although the musician's hands look to be moving quickly and with difficulty, they actually seem quite simple. The song seemed to end, as the pluck of the strings came to a stop.

“You must be a guitar expert,” you remarked, going back to carry the bare mattress.

“Oh, me? Thanks,” he smiled, gazing back down to the guitar. “How do you have it? It’s literally so perfect.”

“Before my dad and mom were officially divorced, he gifted it to me. Said he didn’t need it,” you answered, setting up Eddie’s bed for the night.

“Oh, sorry about that,” he said, seemingly embarrassed about what he said.

“No, don’t be, he was a douche to my mom, anyway,” you replied. “Tell me about your life, Eds, I wanna know more about you.”

“Me? Really? There’s nothing really interesting about me,” he said.

“What? Of course there is, I here you and your club laughing and having fun backstage of the theatre all the time. Surely there’s something interesting, I know there is.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he stammered. “Well, I was born here in Hawkins, Indiana…”

And so he went on, spilling his life story to you, as you sat there carefully listening to what he was saying. He isn’t what people say he is. They say is an Satan worshiping, devil cult leader who is insane as hell. But in reality, he’s a sweet boy who sits there and ignores it all. It really was a pleasure knowing him, and getting to hear his thoughts on things.

After he told you his life story, all night long you guys giggled and talked about absolutely everything. Chatting about opinions on different subjects, funny stories, and how boring Hawkins is. The both of you never knew how much you guys had in common. Maybe this is the start of a new friendship, or maybe something even more.

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a/n: hey y'all! Just to clarify, this is definitely not my best writing, some of it was rushed, but overall I'm ok with it. oml this season finale for stranger things 4 was a wild ride. I'm literally so excited for season 5.

Reposts and requests are always welcomed! Make sure to go check ou my other stuff! My masterlist is linked at th top of the page! Thank you for reading my fan fic!

[froggywritesstuff]

Best Boyfriends | poly! John Laurens & Alexander Hamilton

Pairings: poly! John x g/n(afab)!reader x Alexander

Warnings: not proofread and kinda rushed, mentions blood, periods, swearing, fluff, out of character John and Alex maybe??, shitty ending because I suck

Time: modern

'Beep'

'Beep'

'Beep'

'Bee-'        

Y/N groaned as their blaring alarm turned off. They yawned silently - as to not wake anyone - as they sat up in their shared bed, when they immediately felt a pair of warm arms wrap around them and pull them back down.

"It's too early," Y/N smiled as they heard John's tired voice dragging out the last letter, "Just stay in bed a little longer. Please?"

Y/N huffed, lifting John's arm from their body and sitting up. They'd be lying if they said they wanted to leave. The aching pain in their stomach especially wanted them to stay in bed with their boyfriends, "I have to go, love. Despite their being three of us, we're barely keeping up with the rent."

John groaned, rubbing his freckled face as he sat up in bed to be at eye level with Y/N, "Where is the other one, anyway?"

With a roll of their eyes, Y/N gestured to the other side of them where Alex was sleeping, wrapped up in blankets that John and Y/N would've loved to wear the previous night, "He didn't get to sleep until 1, so he shouldn't be up soon."

John shrugged, "There's a lot of things he shouldn't do, so obviously he'll be up soon."

As if on cue, Alex shot up from the bed, startling both Y/N and John, "I sensed someone talking shit about me!" he announced, earning an eye roll from Y/N.

"I wasn't talking shit about you!" John defended, his cheeks reddening, "It's the truth!"

"Wow," Alex whispered, an offended look taking place in his dark eyes, "Betrayed by the man I call my boyfriend. Y/N, hold me."

It was John's turn to be offended as he gasped at Alex's words, before turning to Y/N, taking their hands in his, "Y/N, do not hold him."

"Y/N please!" Alex whined.

Y/N couldn't help but roll their eyes at their boyfriends antics and at the situation, "It's so early, how do you two still manage to be so much?" John and Alex just shrugged before Y/N responded, "Alright, I'll leave you two to talk or make out. I gotta get ready." they said, dropping John's hands and sliding out of the bed.

Not even two seconds after Y/N left the bed, Alexander's concerned voice called out, "Wait, Y/N."

Y/N groaned, turning back to face them both, "I'm not holding you."

"No, not that," John said, ignoring the frown on Alex's face, "were you bleeding last night?"

Y/N groaned, the cramps in their stomach making a lot more sense, "Fuck."

Alex and John were quick to rush to Y/N's side, wrapping their arms tightly around them.

"It's ok, Y/N," John whispered, "This is nothing to be ashamed about."

"Yeah, it's completely normal," Alex added, "And it's not like you can control it."

"Yeah, doesn't mean that I don't feel like shit the whole week." Y/N mumbled.

"Well, do you wanna go take a nice shower, stay home today, and eat ice cream and chocolate together?”

 Y/N felt a smile tugging on their lips at John’s suggestion, and they nodded their head.

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After a long, warm shower, Y/N returned to their shared bedroom where Alex and John were waiting, a large tub of ice cream with three spoons in front of them both, along with numerous different chocolate bars. As Alex and John saw Y/N walking toward the bed, they brought the small heat pack from underneath the covers, handing it to Y/N as they sat in between the two.

Y/N sighed in relief as they placed the heat pack on their stomach, immediately feeling the heat do its job, "Where'd you guys get all this?" they asked, eyeing the food and snacks on the bed as they cuddled closer between the pair.

"Well someone," Alex began, picking up the tub of ice cream with a pointed look, "ate all the ice cream, so I had to go get some from the 711 next door."

"Alex, we literally saw you eating it last night." John sighed.

"No judgement." Y/N added with a smile.

Alex just rolled his eyes, "Whatever. We have chocolate, ice cream, all we need now is movies."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at everything their boyfriends had done for them, and how supportive they both were.

"Y/N?" they were snapped out of their thoughts by John's slightly concerned voice, "What's up?"

"Nothing," Y/N smiled at them both, cuddling closer between them both, "You two are just the best boyfriends ever."

buy me a coffee <3

[rexann]

↳ JJK CHARACTERS AS YOUR SUGAR DADDY!

cw // 18+, mentioned sex, age-gap.

include // sukuna, gojo, toji.

note // grammatical errors, bulleted points, not proofread.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

↳ a fuck ton of gifts on your place when you come home, a day after your date, because sukuna saw you glancing at them.

↳ he'd like to pick you up from college when he needs you. he even paid for all your damn tuition fee. man was rich RICH.

↳ sukuna is straightforward with you, he told you all his needs before you agree to get into this kind of relationship with him.

↳ he will listen to all your demands too when you told him what you wanted from him in exchange. he got all he wanted but you, so money didn't even matter anymore.

↳ sukuna isn't the type that brought you to Paris or Dubai every weekend. he would, only if you wanted and when he has a day off, which is rare because he is a busy man.

↳ i'm gonna tell you just this once, he's a sex god. we know he is. never gonna walk properly once he finished with you. that, and a fat bank account on every date you went with him.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

↳ bring you along to his work trip to every country he was going to. turned out it's just going to be his souvenir hunting time with you.

↳ put your needs before everyone else, even himself sometimes. he is going to give you the world if you ever asked him to.

↳ as cliche as it sound, you thought you were lucky that gojo choose you over the girls surrounding him when actually gojo was the lucky one to have you.

↳ show up at your door out of the blue, at the ungodly hour, and the next thing you know, you're already on the other side of the world, having breakfast on top of a skyscraper or something.

↳ now the sex part. having sex with gojo is never boring. he's open to any type of weird kinky shit you have, if you ever had one. gojo had worst, don't worry.

↳ enjoyed teasing you. both on daily occasion or when he fucked you. addressed you by his sugar baby when he introduced you to anyone just so he could steal a blush from you.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

↳ a mafia type of sugar daddy, i would say. so he would sent his bodyguards to protect you from any threats whether his enemy or the other girls.

↳ toji never really clarify to be your sugar daddy though. he saw you, he wanted you, then he have you. that's final.

↳ lets you spend all of his money, he didn't care at all as long as you liked it. might wanna robbed him while at it. you really could. toji kinda wonder why wouldn't you do it.

↳ of course he'd treat you like a toy in bed. you liked it anyway so why not. i mean, he didn't let you to spend his money for nothing.

↳ once toji give you a visit and he found you laying down on the bed waiting for him, wearing a sexy lingerie that you bought from his money, he'd be dead on the spot.

↳ protective when it comes to you. if you ever have trouble or something, he wouldn't hesitate to lend you a hand. he has power after all, so he could use it to get you out of the trouble.

[kaelenlen]

Okay so I should probably study rn I'm literally in the middle of my exams but idc im failing/j but becos masama ang loob ko ngayon scaramouche angst. Im hurting myself with this🤟

Theme - full on angst, fluff soemwhere, Scaramouche x Reader, def not proofread

Do you have time?

Dating Scaramouche the 6th Fatui harbinger was not an easy task, though you somewhat did but whats a relationship with the balladeer without fights? We all know how sharp his tongue is.

But you being stubborn and actually getting close to him probably smitten for him, but Scara has his walls up still most of the times since he is hated by probably most people. But when its behind closed doors he can let loose and not on edge every time, though he thinks that you'll betray him aswell like Ei yknow since he doesn't want to be dependent to anyone but thats what relationship is right? Yep!

So at times, your relationship from an outsider perspective is just a person whose in love with someone who doesn't even acknowledge them. Yeah you felt that — most of the times. But don't worry Scara is there to comfort you, when he's not busy ofc :) Which isn't really that often but rarely so don't be surprised to sleep in bed alone that a routine to you now.

Visit him in his office because you got him something? "You can put it on the couch, love" Scara won't even bat an eye as he writes down on the paper.

Preparing a dinner date for the two of you? You need to prepare around almost midnight, since he works till hes exhausted leaving you eating alone— even at times would wait for him before you eat or don't even. Please eat the food.

Anything, anyway you show him you affection for him, dismissed or wasn't recognised, yes he would thank you, yes he would take you out but that was long ago when you just started dating now nothing really intimate or romantic happens between you two.

"Scara?" opening the door slowly, walking in his office, he hummed too busy signing some important papers to actually respond, yep you didn't expect anything new, taking a deep breath "Do.. You want to uhm.." standing awkwardly trying to— well atleast trying to think on what to say. Scaramouche stopped signing already looking at you, raised brow waiting for you to go on. Atleast he had some patience for you.

"Well– do you want to.. Walk on the shores later?— After your done ofc!" you said internally cringing at yourself, slightly smiling hoping he could say yes to your offer. "That's all? I guess we can after I finish this" Scaramouche deadpan, eyeing the stack of paper next to him. Yep. You exactly caught what he was saying, the stack of paper was mlre important right now than accompanying you. Sighing under your breath before smiling sweetly at him "yep! After you finished.. Then I'll be going now scara, don't forget to take a break" you said narrowing your eyes at him, he rolled his eyes playfully know how much you pester him about him taking a break. "Yeah I won't"

DAMNIT I CANT FINISH THIS MF DRABBLE I CANT MAY NAKITA AKO NA EOSHEO HUHHUHU KINILIG AKO NA DAPAT MATPOS KO ITO I WANNA FINISH IS BUT D KO KAYA( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)

I finished my exam for the day btw👍🏻

[cherriedzoro]

hi cherry ^^ i love your fluff fics and i was wondering if you could write a fluff comfort zoro x fem reader where the reader notices that he isn't feeling well so she tries to reach and take care of him but he backs away, he reminds her that her immune system is weak and she tells him she'll be okay then he replies "i'm serious. If i get you sick, i'll lose it." I FEEL LIKE IM THE ONE WRITING THE FIC BUT I WANNA SEE THIS IN YOUR WRITING STYLE IF POSSIBLE !! also no rush, i can always wait take your time <3

hihi! thank you for your patience and kind words, this fic was really fun to write sorry for the wait please enjoy :)

tw's n/a, not proofread, 529 words 2,870 characters

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caring zoro x fem reader

hearing that zoro had became ill through chopper was nothing more than short of a shock, realxing in one of the few peaceful spots on the sunny a bit of curiosity had filled you when the reindeer appeared by your side looking rather distraught about something.

"chopper?" you asked bending down to make eye contact with the smaller as he glanced back at you frantically, he managed to mutter out a few words.

"it's zoro." chopper replied after a few seconds had passed by of the doctor anxiously rubbing his hooves together.

"zoro?" you questioned him, a bit of worry flooding your thoughts as you heard the doctor mention the green haired swordsmen name.

"he's sick, i think he picked something else from the last island we visited i mean i don't think it's serious but it's definitely not good either." a sigh passes through your lips after hearing choppers words, zoro always did seem to find some way to make you worry.

"thanks for letting me know chopper." you say flashing a quick smile at the doctor before continuing, "would it be okay to see him?" you had questioned chopper hopefully.

to which he hesitantly nodded with a small warning of care, "just try to keep your distance we don't need anyone else getting sick." before reaching up for your hand and leading you to his office.

after gently pushing open the door peering in to see zoro resting in the patient bed, most likely against his own will and a lot of encouragement from chopper zoro opens his eye an apparent frown on his face.

"how are you doing?" you ask making your way over to zoro softly pressing your hand against his forehead as chopper exits the room going to check up on the rest of the crew for any symptoms.

"i'm fine, stop that." zoro says sternly moving your hand away from him, his apparent frown growing larger as he lets out an annoyed groan.

you roll your eyes at his behavior, "are you sure, do you need anything?" you ask him before he lets out a sigh to speak.

"listen, you know you have a weak immune system if you get sick because of me-" the swordsmen begins before being cut off by your own words.

"i'll be just fine zoro." you say trying to convince him otherwise, though still refusing to listen he picks back up.

"i'm serious, your my girlfriend i'll loose it if you get sick i care to much about you. chopper said i'd be better in a few days, so stop worrying and go do something else." though he could sometimes come off as cold you knew this was zoro's way of caring for you, he didn't want you to get sick by trying to take care of him.

"okay i understand." you finally bring yourself to say meeting eyes with the swordsmen, "thanks for caring." you add on ignoring the slight dust of pink on zoro's cheeks.

as you exit the room you can't help the beating of your heart.

though he was the sick one he still cared more about your wellness then his own.

[ravexn]

🎬 ━━ 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. gintama.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. when gintama characters being clingy to you!

𝐂𝐖. fluff, suggestive theme.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄. gintoki, takasugi, abuto.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. bulleted points, grammatical errors, not proofread.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈

↷ gintoki is a shameless man. but he kept his love life private between you and him only. he never do something more than a simple hug when everybody is around.

↷ but when the both of you isolated from anyone, he would totally a different person, still goofy but more clingy. sulking and complaining when he lost skin contact with you.

↷ yorozuya's day off is his favorite day. shinpachi wasn't around, and kagura probably hanging out with some punk in the park along with sadaharu. gintoki can finally lazying around on the sofa while reading jump.

↷ the thing is, he read it while he's on top of you. his body lay between your legs, he put the jump on your chest as he demand you to play with his hair, his feet swinging on the air, humming happily.

↷ sooner or later, you notice his half-lidded eyes getting heavy, he enjoyed your massage on his scalp he's now on the way to his nap time. his face, god dammit, his sleepy face is just fucking so cute.

↷ gintoki put his jump away, his arms holding you tightly as he mumbled, “c'mere, i need to recharge myself.”

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

↷ this mysterious man, it's hard to guess what's happening in his head. his exterior be hard as fuck he barely let his guard down, even when with you, especially.

↷ but there's that one night when he felt tired of this world, when it's colder than any other nights. he'd put down his shamisen, looking out for your presence.

↷ takasugi would brought you to his room, he sat down with his legs crossed, putting you on his lap as he wrap his arms around you waist, leaning his side head to your neck, nuzzling his nose to your neck, savoring your sweet scent.

↷ you'd plants a few peck on his ear and shoulder, leaning your cheek on his head, your hands caress his back, his haori smooth against your palms. he wouldn't want to let you go any time soon.

↷ there's no need for words. a comfortable silence is more than enough for you two, considering a lot of bickering between matako and the lolicon ossan never missed a day.

↷ but you eventually break the silence when it's almost midnight already, “are you not going to bed, shinsuke?”

↷ “no. i'm bedding you down tonight.” takasugi replied, his rough hands caress your back under your clothes.

𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐎

↷ abuto is a busy man. he didn't have a lot of time with you because babysitting his own commander is one hell of a job. he lost an arm while at it.

↷ however, when he's about to reach his limit, he'd come to find you and bring you to his place just so he can spent his day off with you.

↷ abuto would just throw himself down to the bed. his legs wide open before pulling you to lay on top of his body. his hands immediately find your back and rest them on it.

↷ you'd just chuckled when he let out a rough sigh as you start caressing his cheeks and kissing him all over his face. he'd pat your lower back repeatedly, leaning into your soft touch.

↷ his tired face staring back at you, his chest rise and fall against your chest. ooh, what a sight. and when your cheeks burst out red, abuto smirked.

↷ “watch it, doll. don't give me that face if you don't wanna get fucked.” he warned.

[technowoah]

Cant Handle This

Quackity's facade keeps breaking, and he tries to keep the pieces together. You're the only one who can make him show his true self

- Quackity x gen neutral reader

- this is a long one yall.

Now playing...

Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant)

Bo Burnham

0:01 ─●──────── 3:29

⚠︎ swearing, angst, mentions of mcyttwt, based on the song above, and ofc its not proofread

Part of my Inside Special!

Quackity sat in his chair currently streaming right now, he seemed like he was having a good time from your spot on his bed. You were currently laying on his bed after he invited you here to relax.

You two had laid in his bed just enjoying eachothers company until he got a call from Tommy saying he was ready for the lore stream which sent Alex into a frenzy. Alex sent out a quick "Im sorry" about the lateness of his stream and then quickly set everything up.

He then started to stream which left you alone on the the bed to your own devices. You were scrolling through Twitter looking at Alex's fans talk about what's happening on the stream and posting screenshots of his character and himself.

You admired him from afar as he ended the lore part of his stream, he took time to type on his phone to text you that he decided to stream longer to talk to his fans. He looked to you and you have him a nod with a smile and he gave one back.

"Hey guys! That's the end of the lore!" He exclaimed to his chat as he types at his computer setting a new background.

You continued to listen to him praise his chat for supporting him and making him be able to make those types of streams. You were always proud of Alex no matter what he did, you were always his number one supporter no matter what happened in reality or on the internet.

"So anyways! I wanted to talk to you guys! How are you all?" He smiled at his camera looking back and forth from his chat.

◇T0mm71nn1t: THE STREAM WAS SO GOOD QUACKITY

"Oh thank you! Im glad I could share this with you. It takes so much to put into these movite type streams, so I know now it is all worth it."

Quackity's pov. . .

He felt so overwhelmed, he shouldn't have began to stream again. The stress of putting everything together, plus being late to the stream made him rush into it more. He just wanted to lay back down with his lover who was enjoying watching him stream, and that's the goal he wants. His goal was to entertain, it was his job and he doesn't want to fail, he doesn't want to crack.

◇Mayatooni3: WE LOVE YOU QUACKITY

◇catiiequak: QUACKITY ITS MY BIRTHDAY CAN I GET A HAPPY BIRTHDAY??

◇yriaaolic: 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

"Happy Birthday!" He said seeing the comment pass in a second. "Happy Birthday to anyone who's Birthday it is today."

Right now it was hard. It was hard to keep up when there was always a constant demand, the constant need to be perfect, his past being brought up, and trying to one-up his content everytime. He loved this, but at the same time it had the same weight as a job.

In the back of his mind he knew the "When is Quackity streaming???" is mostly lighthearted, he never wants to leave.

"Quack are you okay? Im fine! Just thinking about how to get something to eat at 2am." He laughed lying to his fans, he wanted to stop this stream.

He kept looking over to his lover lying their head on his pillow scrolling through their phone and alternating their vision from him and their phone. He always caught a glimpse of their small smile everytime he looked. He was doing something right.

"Do yall think Taco Bell is open? The only problem I have is that Im fucking starving."

He paused for a moment taking a deep breath trying to keep his emotions down. The stress was getting to him, and he fucking knew it, but he didnt stop. He was going to get burnt out eventually and stop streaming and YouTube all together, but he needed this. He needed a break, he needed to take time for himself and stop putting on a happy face when he isnt.

TTS ◇pulixsaxe: "Did you see what was happening on Twitter quackity?"

"Wait what's happening on Twitter?" He asked with a weary laugh.

I can sit here and pretend like my biggest problems are

Pringle cans, and burritos

The truth is, my biggest problem's you,

Your eyes widened as he mentioned Twitter. Truth be told he was trending because of his stream, yes, but also they brung up stuff from his past again in the wake of another content creator's past or present being brought up. You hadn't paid attention to that, you were only getting fueled up from Twitter bringing up an issue that he already had addressed.

Tempted to speak and tell him its fine, he already spoke up before you.

"I bet it's fine! I dont wanna... I don't need to look." He said with a smile. He always had that smile on.

Either it was a full smile or a half smile. It never left his face and it comforted you somehow. Maybe it was that you were his significant other, but you always wondered if anyone saw the same things as you. The things like his smile that never left his face.

"Yeah! I dont need to look at that." He waved his hand dismissing the comment away. He then sighed letting his shoulders relax as you saw his smile fade and his eyes close for a second and immediately put that small smile back on his face while his eyes were glossy, but bright.

He needed to end this stream soon. You saw his face fall then in a split second come back to life except his eyes were glossy with tears. You wondered if anyone else noticed.

"I want to please you

But I want to stay true to myself

I want to give you the night out that you deserve"

His eyes tearful as he tried to blink them away trying to not make a scene.

"Sorry! Allergies ugh!" He said as he wiped his tears away claiming them as allergies.

"Are you crying? No! Im not a pussy!" He yelled at his chat in a joking manner.

He was crying and he felt weak. He felt emotionally weak, and weak as in not strong, he didn't feel strong and his lover who was sitting on his bed with a concerned look on their face always told him that it's okay to feel weak. The only meaningful thing is how you pick yourself up, they always told him, bur now he felt at rock bottom.

He wanted to give his fans "himself", the goofy, lovable, loud, quick-witted, Quackity. But then again his lover always told him to separate Quackity from Alex. He wanted to give himself to his audience, he wanted to be authentic and share himself, but he cant. Alex isn't all laughs, he is serious, calmer, and when he gets on the screen is when he lets it all out then goes back to his more calmer self. That's not what they want.

"But I want to say what I think

And not care what you think about it"

Giving himself meant dialing back, he wants to tell how hes actually feeling, he wants to say what he thinks about Twitter, what he thinks about certain friends, about his fanbase, and then leave it alone. He wanted to delete social media and then speak his mind without knowing what anyone is saying about it. It was paradise to him, but of course it cant be that way and that's what he hates. He feels like a actor when he really wants to be himself.

"A part of me loves you,"

Alex loved his fanbase, he had such a supportive fanbase that loved his content. Some of them did atleast he didn't fully know, but they gave him the courage to do this time and time again knowing that his content is at least taking them from the harsh reality of real life for a few minutes or hours. This was the reason he did this, for them.

Alex would never admit this but they boosted his ego too, it would for anyone. The fact that there were people who wanted and enjoyed content from him made him feel good about himself.

"part of me hates you"

He hated the contant criticisms, he hates that they feed his ego so much that it makes him want to stream more to feel good about himself and to make people get away for awhile. Alex knew inside of his heart he couldn't truly hate his fanbase, they gave him everything he ever wanted. He hates them for that and that's such a scary thing. He never fails to wonder if he did the things to deserve all the love and hate he gets.

"Part of me needs you,"

They feed his ego, they make him want to go above and beyond. Alex knows that his fanbase is the reason he is here in this chair infront of three expensive monitors. He knows that this is some sort of a job that he needed. He needed the push to keep going and that was them, it was the 200k people watching his stream watching him answer questions about him and

"part of me fears you"

He was fearful of loosing himself to them. Loosing his authenticity to them was something he feared. He didnt want his funny, loud persona to consume him and make him forget about Alex instead of Quackity. He fears what they think as well, he claims he doesnt care, but he does he wants to please them. It feels like two parts of his brain fighting about if he should care or not.

"And I don't think that I can handle this right now"

The text-to-speech bot continued to speak out people's comments that theu paid for while he sat there quietly. He bit his bottom lip trying to not break down infront of everyone he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong.

If he looked up at the camera everyone would see his tears, they would see him breaking.

He played it off as he brough his shirt up to wipe the tears away, claiming it as sweat.

"Im good! Im sorry I spaced out for a second." He shook his head.

He saw you look at him with that same concerned look on your face. As he switched his gaze between you and his computer, he felt his tears come back again.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"Alex." You tried to get his attention.

"Yeah guys Im fine!"

"Alex"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I have plans later for another lore stream, so Ill start doing that later tonight."

"ALEX!" You yelled and his head turned around to face you.

"What?" He laughed, biting his lip again.

You couldn't stop him doing this, you could try to course him into going to bed, but right now you couldn't find the words. You just stared at him while he looked at you with a somber smile trying to tell you that he was okay.

He felt his mind telling himself that he need to rest. He wouldnt allow himself to and thats why he was breaking down.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

Alex was blinking rapidly trying to keep his breathing and tears at bay while he answered his fans.

"My allergies are fine! And I drank water today."

◇moonchild21: WE LOVE YOU

◇sopusand: Why do you look like that?

◇wuackityoo: are you crying??

"Crying is for the weak! I am a strong manly man! Im crying cause I noticed how alpha I am!" He tried to play it off as a "Im a man" joke but you could see right through it.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

You had sent a quick text to Alex which told him to end the stream for his own mental health, but he left the message unread. He began sniffing and the wiping his eyes again. It was a wreck and you couldn't seem to stop it without literally dragging him out of his chair.

Meanwhile the screens were getting to Alex. Alex's eyes were getting tired of the bright screens and the rapid messages that popped up on the screen overwhelmed him for what it seemed like the first time ever in his strraming career. He wanted to give them the fun night they deserved and wanted, but he knows it's getting hard to. He dosent know how long he can keep this up.

As Alex kept joking around about his eyes and physical state the chat was filled with "LMAO" and "HAHAHA" which fuled him more and then at the same time makes him want to stop.

Look at them, they're just staring at me, like

"Come and watch the skinny kid with a

Steadily declining mental health, and laugh as he attempts

To give you what he cannot give himself"

He cannot give himself the luxury of happiness. As he went on with his career it became more and more like a chore, there was mostly down days and of course there were up days, but recently Alex gave his fans the happiness and laughes they wanted while when he turned off the camera he couldn't replicate that same energy as he had before.

It messed him up, he felt himself become separated from his streaming. He wasn't being himself anymore he was being Quackity and that became more apparent as the days passed. He wanted to be himself on camera and at first thats what he thought he was doing. He was himself then it turned into a persona.

Alex wasn't okay and he he needed to take a break from the internet for a while, but he tries to act like he dosent have a dilemma going on inside of his head everytime he sits in this seat. Its for the fans.

"Think that I can handle this right-

I don't think that I can handle this right-

They don't even know the half of this right-

They don't even know the half of it"

"Alex you need to end the stream. Please?"

He looked towards you again where you moved your position from the middle of the bed to sitting up on the end of the bed.

"Ive told you millions of times." He paused for a moment looking down at his lap before looking back up to you. "Im-Im okay." He nodded trying to convince you.

"But I know I'm not a doctor, I'm a pussy, I put on a silly show

I should probably just shut up and do my job, so here I go"

"Cant you belive them!" He laughed to his camera. You scoffed at his comment but still kept an eye on him as he talked.

You didnt need to baby him at all, but right now you were worried about your lover.

Alex continued talking and talking, which you drowned out. You were focused on his face and how he faltered time to time just showing a small frown.

He laughed and showed them a good time even though he was hurting. He kept going and going and you were convinced he was going to hold out until you heard him sniff multiple times while trying to make a joke about the new Minecraft update and how the glow squid has no use.

"Stupid ass squid! Why- why? Its no use expect for glowing ink. Who voted for that!?"

You can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme

And if they still don't understand you, then you run it one more time

"Dumbass squid!" He pulled up a picture if the squid as he yelled at it.

You began to worry even more as you saw tears running down his face. He quickly tried to wipe them away, but he knew everyone saw.

Handle this right

You don't even know the half of this right now

Right now (Haa!)

Now

Handle this right

I'll handle this right, I handle this right now

Alex leaned back in his seat and had a blank stare towards the monitor. Looked down for a second and then you heard sobbing coming from his spot. Alex had his head in his hands and was crying harshly into them.

He had finally broken, he couldn't stop the tears from coming and the loud sobs that came from his mouth. He was trying to desperately breathe in to be able to sob, but ended up hiccuping while doing so.

Your eyes widened as you rushed to him resting your hand on his knees and you kneeling infront of him.

"I cant do fu-fucking anything!" He yelled into his hands.

"Hey! I know. Its okay." You tried to console him.

"Its not I try so hard! And I-"

You cut him off. "You are a hard worker Alex and you deserve a week or two off. Take care of you self babe." You stood up bringing his hand with you and trying to make him stand up. He followed your movements and stood up with you putting his head on your shoulder crying into it.

"I just ca-cant right now!"

"You dont have to do anything right now babe."

"Im sorry!" Alex sobbed.

"Dont be." You said bluntly trying to get your lover to calm down.

You rubbed his back soothingly as he sniffled into your shoulder. "Im sorry for ruining your shirt." He tried to laugh through his tears.

"Dont be sorry! Please. You just need rest okay?" You kissed his forehead and he nodded in response.

Alex raised his head up an started to pepper kisses all over your face as you laughed. He gave you one last peck on the lips as he walked away to quickly change into night clothes. You smiled as he laid underneath the covers and continued to softly cry into his sheets. At least he was in bed and not makijg himself even worse.

He couldn't stop the tears from flowing, it was like a flood that could only be stopped with time. He felt like a boulder was lifted off his shoulders only to be replaced with smaller rocks. The smaller rocks was the guilt he held. He felt guilty of making his lover worry about him, he didnt want you to worry.

You rushed over to his desk and turned off the stream and his computers not even bothering to give them a goodnight or goodbye. After the computer lights were turned off it was quite dark in the room except for small light.

Finally you were where you wanted to be all day, in bed with Alex. But this wasnt the predicament you wanted.

"Forgive me. I just cant do shit right can I?" His eyes were still full of tears and he was getting tired.

"Alex dont listen to anyone but yourself." You tried to console him.

"That's what I'm telling myself."

Silence filled the room as you looked at him through tearful eyes of your own.

"Alex, you're so amazing and I cant even tell you how much I appreciate you, and how much you change my life. You do so much shit right its scary sometimes. Some days I think you're perfect, but there's-"

"There's no such thing as perfect." Alex finished your sentence.

"Exactly! Even the best people have their downfalls, they just dont show it. And Alex I know you struggle with that! All I can say is that I love you for you." You finished.

"Can I talk to you about my dilemmas?" He tried to laugh again.

"Tomorrow we can talk. We both need the rest." You said to him as he closed his eyes and nodded in response. He gave you a kiss on you lips before laying back down to sleep.

"Thank you."

"Thank you

Good night

I hope you're happy"

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[bear-gal]

The Adventures of Two-Bit, Steve, and a Horrible Shopping Cart

i do not own any of the brands listed in this fanfiction

i also did not proofread most of this so if theres a mistake. no theres not

ships: darbit, stevepop ig its noted

warnings: walmart

words: 3597

In all fairness, it was Darry's idea to have Two-Bit do the weekly grocery run for the Curtis household. And in all fairness, he did find Steve doing nothing but bumming around and smoking in the lot, so it wasn't as if he had anywhere better to go.

"And look at that, the guy even gave me a list. Though it'll be a wonder if I'll even be able to read the thing," Two-Bit was explaining as he and Steve waltzed right into the Walmart™ as if they hadn't nearly been arrested there a couple times. "But I guess we're gonna get there when we get there."

The second they looked at the absolute void of the grocery store they knew what was in store for them. There were middle aged moms sprinting around everywhere, random kids crying over their McDonald's McFlurry, and every now and then there would be the stray depressed father holding one item, supposedly because his wife forgot it. 

Walmart™ on a Sunday. What an experience. 

And the second Two-Bit turned to his left to get a cart was the second second that they knew what was in store for them. There was one singular, rusty, crusty, broken cart in front of them; it was staring at them as if it was amazed the two gave it the chance. 

"I swear to god Two-Bit-"

"I haven't even-"

"You don't need to, if you so much-"

"Well what other buggy do you see, Steve?" 

"Two- wait, what? Buggy?" As Steve was distracted by Two-Bit's obscenely Texan lingo, he snatched the god awful shopping cart and started wheeling it over to the coolers where the drinks were stored. 

"Have you *squeak* never heard*squeak* of a *squeak* buggy *squeak* before?" If this cart was a toilet, it had never been flushed before. If this cart was a knife, it was never used and left to rust until it died. If this cart was a bed, it was a prisoner's bed. "You wanna *squeak* drink?" 

"Nah, I'm good. Two-Bit you haven't stepped in Texas in years, how the hell is your- oh for fucks sake, what are you doing now?" He had taken a single Monster™ out of the cooler and started drinking it right there, right then, in the middle of the store. 

He only shrugged in response. "You see anyone paying attention?" 

"I'll never understand you. What's first on your boyfriend's list there?" 

"The first item on your boyfriend's brother's sort of legal parent's guardian's- oh that's weird to think of -list is uh…" He squinted at the paper for a second. "...Brad. Bread? Bread." He put his Monster™ in the upper part of the cart.

"Unless he wants a boytoy, I'm certain he needs bread." They started hauling to the processed bread section with their shitty shopping cart that kept veering off to the right. "What kinda *squeak* bread?"

"I dunno, it *squeak* just *squeak* says 'Bread.'"

"Well does he need *squeak* sandwich bread, snack bread, tortillas, naan, french *squeak* bread?-"

"If you keep listing *squeak* different bread nationalities *squeak* I'm going to- sorry, 'scuse *squeak* me, miss, -clobber you."

"Sorry, pardon- well do you *squeak* know what bread he's *squeak* out of?" At long last they were in the bread isle with about half the population of Oklahoma. The wall of bread listed brand breads, off brand breads, organic breads, ethnic breads, all kinds of breads that didn't even make sense. He took a swig of his Monster™.

"Now what the hell is 'vegan bread?' Don't you need eggs to make bread or some shit? Maybe he wants vegan bread." He didn't mean to ignore Steve, he just didn't have an incredible attention span.

"Since when has Darry wanted vegan bread? Get him the Wonder™ bread. The white stuff, that's what he usually has out." 

"Yeah, makes sense." Two-Bit carefully pat down each of the bread to see which was softer, and when discovering they all felt the same, picked a random Wonder™ bread from the back. Fuck, it was wheat bread. He put it back and grabbed the white bread. 

"That's wheat bread, dumbass." 

"Huh-" The fuck? He could've sworn he picked up white bread. He put the bread back and finally grabbed the white Wonder™ bread. Yep, that's white bread. He put it in the top of the cart so it could stay away from any items that could crush it. "Alright, one down, twenty to go." 

A random child started crying next to them as some shitty cover song blasted from the speakers. A Walmart™ employee was approaching them with a giant stack of boxes. "What's next, Two?" 

"Uhm, peanut butter. I'm sensing a pattern here." He awkwardly shifted past a mother and her child trying to get some tortillas, who was also blocked by some guy closely inspecting said tortillas. 

"'Scuse me ma'am, so *squeak* sorry about that -It seems like they *squeak* go through peanut butter *squeak* three times a week, I swear." They passed by only a couple isles, including random chip flavors and some coffees. They learned to never get Darry coffee again after last time they went with him. 

They arrived at the peanut butter isle. Similar to the bread isle, there was so much damn peanut butter to choose from. Now Steve was confused. Two-Bit took another swig of his Monster™. Now it was half empty. 

"Isn't this all just the same peanut butter? What makes the difference?"

"Well, crunchy peanut butter has nuts in it. Smooth peanut-" 

"They all have nuts in it! It's fucking peanut butter!" Peanut butter!" Some guy who seemed way too old to be stepping around in public glared at him. 

"Hey don't interrupt me, you ruined my joke!" He picked up a thing of Jif™ Extra Crunchy Peanut Butter. "And besides, this is what they always get. I once got the smooth version and had it thrown at me. You could say-"

"Dear god-" 

"They thought I was a NUTcase!" Two-Bit cackled over his stupid joke, and Steve still cracked a smile. You couldn't just ignore this guy's jokes, no matter how dumb. 

"You ever go to a comedy club? You'd fit in real nice." 

"I have, thank you very much Mr. Randle." 

"Wait, you have?"

"Alright, next up is eggs!" He clumsily turned- really he just kinda nudged the cart -to the side and started making a break for the eggs. That was another mystery left to be solved another day. 

Along the short walk to the eggs, they found two groups of giggling teenager girls doing God knows what, some old couple that looked like they were on the verge of a panic attack, and some bird that was trapped in the ceiling. Sunday was the busiest day of the week for grocery stores and it sure looked like it. 

"Alright, we can't possibly fuck up eggs. It's eggs," Two-Bit said. Why the hell were there so many different types of eggs!? It's an egg! "I… think I recognize this carton? It's blue. I remember the carton being blue." 

He picked up a carton, double checked none were cracked, and gingerly put the carton in the top of the cart, moving the bread so that would be on top. He was an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. 

"Egg-cellent choice, Two-Bit!"

"You are the worst person I have ever met. Fuck you, and your egg puns."

For about ten minutes, everything seemed normal. They got about halfway done with the list, dodging the general public (and sometimes ramming into the public as well) and trying their damnest to control their horrible quality shopping cart. 

"Alright, were halfway done, so if you round up, we're basically done. The next thing we need are tomatoes."

"That's not how math works Two-Bit." Steve paused for a minute, then grabbed Two-Bit's arm to prevent him from scooting away. "Tomatoes? Are you sure?"

"Two-Bit that says potatoes." 

"Yeah, why?"

"Well Darry doesn't like tomatoes because they feel weird to him, and Soda only eats the small cherry tomatoes, and I don't think Pony eats vegetables unless Darry makes them, and as I said, he doesn't like 'em. So are you sure it says tomatoes?"

"It says right here!" He showed him the list. "I mean, you're right, but maybe Darry's gonna blend them, or chop 'em up or something. Or make salsa! I love salsa. No, he hates the feeling of tomatoes and salsa generally has whole tomatoes in it-" 

"No? That's tomatoes. The 'T' is right there. Well, it kinda looks like a 'P.' But that's a 'T,' dude."

"Well let's just grab both." Worst case scenario, Two-Bit gets to make salsa. He thought of this as a good thing. "Though, it doesn't say how many of each, so that's a problem too." 

"No, that has to be a 'P.' But it looks like… both a 'T' and a 'P?'" He grabbed the list and squinted at it for a minute. "Now I'm just confused." 

"Three. One for each? I guess." They started squeaking their way to the produce section. 

"Sounds *squeak* good!" On the way there, he chugged his Monster™. It was almost empty now. 

"You're a *squeak* menace," Steve commented. 

"A menace with a knack for grocery shopping. Do we get the tomatoes with the stems, or not with the stems?" He stared aimlessly at the tomatoes. One pair of tomatoes was five cents cheaper if it came without the stem. 

"You should get the ones with the stems. They last better."

"Why's that?" He grabbed three tomatoes, all connected by one sturdy stem. 

"The stem is kinda like their food source, almost. Basically, if they still got the stems on them, they rot slower."

"Neat. I love that you just know stuff, Steve." He also picked out three good sized potatoes. Now that he was really thinking about it, Darry probably meant potatoes. He wasn't gonna let Steve know he figured it out anyway. 

And so they progressed, walking around sort of aimlessly, musing with a couple products they found neat every here and there. Mostly their journey consisted of trying to make sense of what the hell Darry was trying to get them, including a couple vague words like "Bowls." and "Seafood." They decided on three ceramic bowls and some shrimp that Two-Bit, unfortunately, could never eat, because upon consuming one shrimp he would probably die. 

"What do you mean?"

"Man, I wish I could consume shrimp. It looks so good, when I can actually see it." 

"You couldn't breathe-"

"I'm deathly allergic to shrimp, I think," Two-Bit explained. "I once walked into the Curtis house when Darry was cooking some a while back, and when I did, bam, I couldn't breathe. So Darry thinks I got an allergy. I just thought it was smokey in the house." 

"...Two-Bit, Darry doesn't 'think' anything, you're allergic to shrimp."

"Well I've never actually had a shrimp so I can't know for sure."

"That means nothing." He chugged his Monster™. It is gone now. He tossed it in one of those trash cans randomly put in a couple items. He was a hood, but he wasn't a litterer. "Now we've got one last item: canned black olives." 

"Yep, canned black olives. Darry likes 'em, for some reason." 

"Canned black olives?" 

"No clue where to find that, but we gotta hurry up. I don't wanna be in this hell anymore."

"Well I have quite enjoyed my time with you Steven-" 

"You know damn well what I mean, Keith." They both laughed it off, and mutually agreed to look down the canned vegetables aisle.

There were canned carrots, carrot slices, whole green beans, creamed corn, peas, lima beans, normal beans, kidney beans, and any other type of beans you could imagine down this aisle. This aisle contained more vegetables, such as beets, mixed vegetables, spinach, tomatoes, even fucking potatoes and baby corn, but there were no canned olives. There wasn't even a hint of olives. There weren't black olives or green olives, or olives with the inedible pits in them, or olives with pimentos. There wasn't olive oil. There wasn't even olive spread. There were no god damn olives here. 

"Well, aren't olives a fruit? Maybe it's in the fruits."

"Where in the actual hell are these things?" Two-Bit kept asking. They were both sweeping the aisle back and forth and back again, but no olives. 

"They're not vegetables?"

"No." 

This wasn't even funny, at this point. Both of them just wanted to go home. Walmart™ sucked, olives sucked, Darry sucked, everything sucked. But there were no olives, and Two-Bit Mathews would be damned if he didn't get his boyfriend his disgusting olives that he wanted. 

"THEN WHY ARE WE IN THE VEGETABLE AISLE, STEVE."

They left off to the canned fruit aisle. You would think there would be canned olives in the fruit aisle. No. There were canned peaches, cherries, apples, pineapples, you name it. There was god damn applesauce, and it wasn't even in a can. No fucking olives. 

At long, long, last, Two-Bit heard a faint "OLIVES!" a couple aisles over. He sprinted faster than he had ever sprinted in his life to wherever the voice was. 

Sigh. 

It was by the pickles. The fucking pickles.

They snatched up a good sized jar of black olives swimming in black olive juice, and buggied their way to the self checkout. Since they had twenty two items, give or take, they basically were able to scan everything themselves.

Steve didn't even give Two-Bit a chance to start scanning and bagging their food. Two-Bit has been known to bag food very stupidly, such as mixing bread with cans; nobody knew if this was out of incompetence or some dumb joke nobody but him got. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Dear god that beeping could kill an eardrum. Beep. 

"Alright, give me Darry's money, Two-Bit." 

"Nah, I'll just pay for it." 

Steve turned around and cocked an eyebrow up. It seems everyone from the gang picked that up from Two-Bit one way or another, and honestly, he was quite adored by it. "What, did he not give you the money? That doesn't sound like him." 

"That's 'cause he did give me his money." He gently nudged him aside, and stuck his credit card in the card machine thing. Nobody knew what bank trusted him with a credit card. "He was almost late to pay rent, and the idiot won't accept my money. So I'm gonna pay for his groceries this time. Tell him and I'll skin you." 

"Fair enough." Steve knew well when to stay out of things. The machine beeped obnoxiously, and Two-Bit removed his card. 

"Now lets get the hell outta here," Two-Bit said, grabbing his trusty rust bucket. They boogied on out to the cart return. 

"Y'know, I'm gonna miss this stupid little cart," Steve said. 

"God, me too. Goodbye, rusty buggy." 

"Bye buggy," he followed. They grabbed the couple bags they had and hightailed it out of there. The second they were finally out of the purgatory that is Walmart™, they instantly felt better. That's just the vibe Walmart™ had on people. 

They put their groceries in the back of Two-Bit's shitty car, started her up, and drove on to the Curtis house. Two-Bit only had two rules for passengers in his car: he controls the music, and he controls the volume. So naturally, they blasted out some Dolly Parton on the way home (and Steve totally hates Dolly Parton. He can't stand her, even. Totally.).

The door was already open for them, probably because one of the three heard them pull in, and it was really cold outside. The disaster due quickly grabbed the groceries and shuffled inside. 

"Howdy, Darry!" Two-Bit yelled obnoxiously when he stumbled on in. He exclusively said 'howdy' around Darry, just because he knew he hated it when he said it. 

"Hey Two-Bit, hey Steve. Just set those down on the table, I've got it cleared off for you." He was in the kitchen, making a fucking peanut butter sandwich with the last of the peanut butter he had. And thirty minutes later, he was probably going to make another fucking sandwich. Of all people to choose from, Two-Bit chose the peanut obsessed guy, and he wouldn't have it any other way. 

They sat them down as told, and just started unbagging stuff, saving the bags to store for later. Darry was watching them as he was eating his rancid sandwich. He raised an eyebrow when Steve unbagged the potatoes. 

"Why'd y'all get potatoes? I put down tomatoes." There goes Two-Bit's salsa plans. 

"I TOLD you it was tomatoes!" 

"Well Darry never gets tomatoes! You'd think it was potatoes too!"

"I didn't think it was potatoes, I thought it was tomatoes! And it was! You bastard!" 

"Why did you need tomatoes anyway, Darry? You know none of us like them," Pony piped up. He and Soda had somehow gotten into the room during all the commotion. 

"Johnny needed 'em for something, and I offered to have Two-Bit get them while he was out. And I guess he just picked up Steve while he was out." 

"Steve was bummin' around being a delinquent, so I figured he could use a joyride to Walmart™. And Steve thought you'd put down potatoes, because your handwriting sucks, and I thought you put down tomatoes, because your handwriting sucks, and Steve knew none of y'all liked tomatoes so he insisted we got potatoes, and I insisted we'd get tomatoes, because you put down tomatoes and I was right, so we just went ahead and got potatoes and tomatoes. And I figured, well, if they needed tomatoes, they'll figure out something with potatoes. But if you needed potatoes and I got you tomatoes, well I'd take the tomatoes for myself and I'd make salsa. But now I can't, 'cause I ain't gonna take Johnny's food. I'll probably head back down later to get some tomatoes, 'cause now I really want salsa. Or maybe I'll just buy some. I dunno." He took a second to breathe. "What was I sayin?' Oh yeah. That's why we got you tomatoes and potatoes." Two-Bit could really run on if you let him. 

Soda and Pony were still trying to figure out what the hell he was saying, but Darry was used to the strange ways he talked. "Well, I'll figure out somethin' to do with them anyway. How much did they cost?" 

"Nunya," Steve and Two-Bit both replied at the same time. They laughed a little as they finished unbagging the foods. Two-Bit put the bags in one of the cabinets were all the bags inside bags go. 

"Seriously, don't worry about it. I went ahead and paid for them." Technically, he wasn't lying. 

"Two-Bit, you know you didn't have-"

"I know that, Darry, but I'm not gonna make you pay for something because I can't read." He really had a bad habit of interrupting people. "They were cheap, anyhow." Darry started putting things away where they went. Besides the tomato potato fiasco, they had gotten everything right; they even got the peanut butter and bread right. No vegan bread for Darry this time. 

"Where's the change?" Darry asked. 

"Huh?" Steve asked. He looked at Two-Bit; you'd have to know him well to know he panicked a little at the question. 

"Oh, here." Two-Bit picked out a dollar or two and some coins out of his pocket. He never planned on using Darry's money anyway. 

"Costs have gone up, huh?" He sighed a little, pocketing the money. That was kinda sad, but not really, because he didn't pay for anything. 

Two-Bit shrugged a little. At some point, he had slipped away to Darry's bedroom, placing his money on the counter. He was sneaky like that; not even Dally could keep track of where he was sometimes. "The economy, I guess." 

He smiled. Two-Bit could always make him smile. "Yeah, yeah. The economy." He turned around, cleaning up his peanut butter sandwich stuff. "Well, thanks guys. It means a lot to me, doing that stuff." With them doing the weekly shopping, that probably meant Darry had some time to clean the house.

"Yeah, no sweat Darry." 

"Any time, Dar." Steve went to probably talk to Soda, while Two-Bit stayed to bother Darry. 

"I saw you sneaking to my room." Damn. 

"Hm?" He played dumb.

"I saw you. You didn't have to do that, you know." 

"What are you talking about?" When in doubt, doubt. 

"You went in my bedroom, then closed the door. That means you probably paid for my groceries." 

"What kinda logic is that?" 

Touche. "Well, what else were you doin' in there?" Uh oh. 

"I noticed your laundry was out. I figured nobody wanted to see your dirty boxers, so I closed the door." Thank god. 

"I did my laundry while y'all were gone, Two." Do not thank god. 

He sat up on the countertops. "Well, damn. You caught me, caring for you and all that. How evil of me," he said with a grin. 

Despite not wanting to, Darry grinned back. It wasn't like he could take back the groceries anyway; Two-Bit threw away the receipt. 

"Thank you." 

"Of course, Darry." And they left it at that. 

"Oh yeah, I didn't really mean shrimp when I put down 'seafood.' I meant actual fish." 

"Why the hell didn't you put down fish then, Darry!?"