#[ ✒️ ] — my works.
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⌗ genshin boyfriend hcs.
characters: diluc, kazuha, xiao, thoma, zhongli, & venti x gn!reader
genre: fluff, very tiny hint of angst
author's note: allow me to indulge in my genshin men brainrot <3 if you enjoyed reading, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated :']
diluc ragnvindr.
a gentleman, is always polite with his gestures.
if you visit him while he's on his shift at the tavern, he'll walk to where you're seated and greet you with a kiss on the forehead.
"hi, love." yeah *swoons*
would drop everything in the blink of an eye if you asked him to.
there will be at least one day when you'll be spending your time with him horseback riding and he'll sit behind you and help you control the reins. <3
he comes home late at night after he's finished patrolling the premises undercover, and opens his room to you having fallen asleep awaiting his return.
plants a gentle kiss before proceeding to lay down and holding you in his arms. he likes to nuzzle into the crook of your nape.
kaedehara kazuha.
will write poems for you <3333 will also leave handwritten love letters for you to find.
probably has secret spots where he always loved to rest whenever he was alone, but nowadays, he shares these places with you bc he'd be the happiest man alive if he had two of his favorite things at once <3
camping and stargazing dates >>
he would introduce you to his family (if he had one)
you’d find that they’d already heard so much about you and have been waiting to meet you!
xiao.
a lot of the time, xiao's days will consist of fulfilling his duty to honor his god and protect the people of liyue.
but no matter how busy he can get, he will not hesitate to rush to your side if you so much as whisper his name.
if you ask for something simple like wanting a hug or giving him a kiss, he'll look away and grumble, "you shouldn't call me for such a mundane request."
it's funny he says that when he still complies and sends you a look, silently hoping you'll give him another kiss.
make him wear a flower crown !?
if you successfully persuade him to get some rest, he'll sleep on your lap or lean on your shoulder.
rest assured that the nightmares he dreads to face each time he closes his eyes will never make an uninvited entrance. not as long as you're by his side.
thoma.
HE !! WILL !! COOK !! FOR !! YOU !!
his schedule is packed, but he'll always make time for you. if he has only a five-minute break, he'll immediately look for you, even if neither of you have anything to do.
if you get sick, he's the best person to take care of you.
he worries a lot :( will probably nag your ears out, but that's fine because regardless of how heightened his emotions are at that moment, you can clearly hear the softness of his tone. that's how you know he loves you. <3
zhongli.
another gentleman, always walks you home
IS SO GENTLE and will greet you by kissing the back of your hand
enjoys sharing his thousands of years' worth of memories with you
he's not one for extravagant things; his ways of showing affection are subtle but consistent and never fail to tug at your heartstrings.
loves travelling and tasting different kinds of wine with you
isn’t it just so pretty to think maybe you could live forever by his side?
venti.
also very doting <3 always ready to shower you with hugs and kisses
he'll serenade you every night because he says he wants "to win your heart over and over again" and remind you that he belongs to no one else.
he'll take you with him everywhere he goes, letting you touch the clouds as you ride on dvalin's back.
he's right beside you as you fall asleep at night, looking at you with so much love, like you're the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to him.
and you are.
he thinks you’re the closest thing to freedom he’s ever been.
and he wonders what he's done to deserve all the happiness you've made him feel.
#[ ✒️ ] — my works.#genshin impact#genshin fluff#genshin x reader#genshin angst#diluc x reader#kazuha x reader#xiao x reader#venti x reader#thoma x reader#zhongli x reader
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aye. hear me out. Darkiplier, as a shadow leviathan from Subnautica, fucking a diver reader. Imagine the utter SEX APPEAL from a giant feral demon fish with a massive eldritch penis. that is all thank you - ✒️💥 (penstrike anon, if the emojis aren't taken)
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#anonymous#✒️💥 anon#Pen Strike Anon#Mod A#Darkiplier#Darkiplier/Reader#Darkiplier x Reader#lemon#also yall dont @ me if shit starts looking weird tumblr took away my blank replies when everything updated and xkit isnt working right
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🧦 - Which item from your wardrobe would you give to your f/o?
👀 - What's your favorite physical feature on your f/o?
Feel free to answer with whoever you see fit!
gonna do these w that grey one... :]c
🧦 - ok she doesnt wear very many clothes and Again our styles are very different. why must i have a thing for goth girls orz but um!! i think shed like my pajama pants cuz theyre v soft.... also i have black ones she could wear lol (wearing them rn.. a teehee)
👀 - idk if it counts but my favorite thing abt her Is her voice. theres just smth abt it thats so cute and endearing to me.. but uh ig also her little soft serve flip on her head. i wanna kiss it i think giving her a big ol smooch on her head would make us both worse <33
#styx says#💜whimsically whistful✒️#I <3 MY GIRLFRIEND !!!!!#not calling her by her name cuz idk how to censor it in a way that works lol but . yknow
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The narrative desperately trying to save a very obviously doomed character only for them to make themself worse than they were ever supposed to be
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twst cruella school hhhhrhrhrh
#but like#the live action#I need to rewatch it noww#tbh I think my yzma dorm would’ve worked better as a school#asta if you see this can we make it a school#☕️!- clove speaks#like Martha speaks#cunty fashion school aoooughhhhhggfff#My baroness inspired character as the headmaster mage idk#And then I can make more characters based on the ones from cruellaaaaa#✒️!- cier crewel#This is how cier can make his return dw bbg I GOT YOU
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this has been going on for some time and it's really bothering me, can someone tell me if the href.li for the links outside Tumblr is not working?
it keeps on crashing HUHUHUHUHUH
#[grey talks: ✒️☕]#[grey talks: the internet is just amplifying my anxiety with these things not working properly]#grey needs help
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erase me.
draw your eraser over the faintly sketched lines of my life,
drive me from existence with a simple swipe of your hand.
draw over my grave with a fresh pen to insult a time when I was here;
i welcome the blank slate.
and may my mind finally be cleared of torturous thoughts with the empty page where I used to be
and only a husk remains.
20th September 2020
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heyy rid, its 🐼✒️anon
thank you for your sweet reply hun, i really appreciate your warm and comforting words🥹
i saw that you were thinking of leaving tumblr. while that thought makes me very sad, it's totally understandable that you feel this way. i was never an active user of tumblr, i only come here to read, but i can imagine how isolating it must be, especially after many other people left as well. people need community, and if tumblr isn't fulfilling that anymore then it makes sense why people are leaving. you give so much here, so much love and energy, plus your amazing work, and i understand how discouraging it must be to not get the same energy back. i'd be very very sad to see you leave, not because of your work, but because you're the first blog to break me out of my passive use of tumblr. you're the first person i interacted with here and you gave me a glimpse of something so beautiful and warm :( but it's very understandable if you decide to leave, and i hope you know that you have my support everytime, even if we don't keep in touch in the future. whether you decide to leave or not, i hope you know that you're an amazing person, and you've done so much for so many people through your sweet interactions and encouragement. you're also an incredible artist truly, your work is touching and comforting, and sometimes that's all we need in life; to read a piece of art that speaks to our soul and makes us feel seen; and you've done this so many times (at least for me), so thank you. i hope you know how loved and appreciated you are💕🫂
my love, i wish i had the words to express how warm your message made me feel :( it's been tough finding something to smile about these days, and you made me do just that, with a bit of damp eyes on the side lol. thank you for saying that. i think we have a gorgeous little community on this little blog, and i am so thankful to everyone who's made it worth staying for so long. i probably wouldn't have if it wasn't for you guys. the support between creators and that community that used to exist between friends though..? the fact that it's gone is hurtful for sure.
i still haven't quite thought this out yet, since so many other things happened recently, but i'm going to think about this thoroughly before arriving at whatever conclusion. might see how things go with cmi11.5 and how i feel afterwards 🤍 still, it's so so good knowing i had an impact on some people. you say i've given you comfort and a glimpse of something warm? that's all i've ever wanted 🫂 i adore you for showering me with so much affection, seriously babe :(
i love you so so much. thank you for your constant support, love and kindness. appreciateyl you so much, too 🤍
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love language. [ modern au ] — the little things they do to remind you that they love you.
characters: albedo, xiao, kazuha, diluc
genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship
note: yet another one posted on my old account, i hope you like this one too :> likes and reblogs would be highly appreciated!
if there's anyone who could ever know you better than you know yourself, it's albedo. does it come as a surprise? no, not when he cherishes you and wants to always be able to provide you with whatever you need. he's a keen observer, silently noting the things that make you happy, what upsets you, how to comfort you, and so on. remember that thing you said you wanted three weeks ago? no? albedo got it for you anyway. maybe it wasn't that important to you, but it made you smile nonetheless — that's why he'll always remember.
xiao normally wakes up before you and goes out to get some fresh air before eating breakfast. he worries you might feel lonely waking up alone, which prompts him to leave short notes saying “did you sleep well?” and “i'll be back for breakfast, wait for me.” he disappears randomly, but always leaves some sort of reassurance that he'll return and that he's thinking of you while he's away. once he comes back, he gives you things like a flower he picked up or even an oddly shaped pebble because it reminded him of you.
this one seems obvious enough. kazuha makes it a habit to write poems and little love letters for you. the sappiest most beautiful ones are when he speaks of the sound of your laughter, the comfort of your heartbeat, how radiantly you shine in his eyes... the list goes on. he's flattered when you constantly praise him for his way with words — “well, they are, after all, a reflection of my muse,” he responds.
if diluc ever comes home late from work (that's if he ever gets off work late— he usually never does, he loves his time with you way too much and never wants to be apart. needless to say, he abhors overtime.) and you've passed out waiting for him, he'll tuck you under your blanket and hold you in his arms until sleep overtakes him beside you. on weekends, he'll plan outings with you to unwind; if you prefer staying in, though, he'll stay beside you as he reads a book.
on one of your dates, you and thoma bought a potted plant to add some life to your home, and he's probably more enthusiastic about taking care of it than you are— you caught him baby-talking one morning while he was watering it, which you never stop teasing him over. whenever thoma is away for days at a time, he takes it with him. he says it's like a lucky charm because it holds one of his favorite memories with you. in a way, he feels as if he's taking you everywhere he goes, and he likes it that way.
#[ ✒️ ] — my works.#genshin impact#genshin fluff#genshin x reader#albedo x reader#xiao x reader#kazuha x reader#diluc x reader#thoma x reader
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Adventures in Babysitting (By Accident)
Summary: In which Billy Hargrove finds Eleven wandering around town while Hopper is otherwise occupied, and decides to be a pseudo-responsible adult about it instead of going to a party. Takes place during season two, before El leaves to find her mom. Instead of staying in on Halloween, El decides to defy Hopper and do some exploring in her spooky ghost costume.
Tags: Fluff, or as fluffy as Billy can get. Hurt/comfort. Kinda. El is surprisingly easy to talk to. Mad at dads. Camaro. Not a ship, omfg ew no. Unsafe/reckless driving. Adult language. Depression. Abuse mention. Candy. Halloween.
Characters: Billy Hargrove. Jane “Eleven” Hopper. Max Mayfield.
Max didn’t need a damn babysitter. Even if she hadn’t yelled it at him about a thousand times since they’d moved to Hawkins and countless times before that, Billy knew it to be true. She had her skateboard, her brain, and enough attitude to get her places that the other two couldn’t. She didn’t need him, despite what his father seemed to think. He didn’t want her to need him. Hell, she’d practically told him to fuck off as soon as he’d parked on the corner where she was supposed to meet her stupid little friends. He yelled that he’d make her skate home if she didn’t meet him back there by curfew, she yelled back, he yelled even more, she got out and flipped him the bird, and he took off like a bat out of hell, narrowly avoiding running anyone over.
Same shit, different day.
At least her insistence on being independent meant that he wasn’t stuck with her all night. He was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted, as long as he was still able to drive afterward. Usually, he’d go try to scare up a date and find a good spot to make out with her (or occasionally him), but tonight, he felt more drained than usual. It was hard for him to find the motivation to make someone else feel good when he himself was miserable, and while he could manage it most nights, he just wasn’t feeling it now. He wanted quiet. Solitude. A moment to be able to hear himself think and let go of his rage.
Billy put his mind to the one thing that almost never failed to make him feel less like he was drowning in a sea of hatred: driving. Windows down. Radio blasting rock music. One hand on the steering wheel, the other casually resting on the driver’s side door as he cruised down the tree lined back roads. He could already feel his anger starting to ebb away, even if it was just a tiny bit. It counted. It helped. The longer he drove, the more he felt like himself. Freedom, however brief it may have been, was the best feeling in the damned world, and Billy chased it every chance he got. Back in California, he’d done so by taking to the waves, all but surrendering himself to the power of the ocean with nothing but a board and tether to give him some semblance of control over his fate. It was exhilarating and terrifying and he loved it with all his heart. Now all he had was a Camaro and roads and whatever time he could take for himself. God, he missed the west coast. Every fiber of his being ached for it!
Unfortunately, unless he suddenly came across a boatload of money, Billy had no way of returning to the place that he still knew to be his home. Even if he did, his shithead of a sperm donor would probably find a way to drag his sorry ass back to Hawkins. He tried not to let that sense of melancholy hopelessness show because it would only make things even worse for him, but it was so incredibly difficult not to feel trapped. In this town, small and backwater as it was, and with a family that didn’t feel much like a family at all. He was a wild animal, locked in a cage and forced to do tricks to prove that he was worth the breath he still drew.
The notion brought back all of his frustration, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and threatening to spill over. The smart thing to do would probably be to pull over. Take time to breathe. To let himself cry and be safe while doing so.
Billy didn’t want to cry. It didn’t matter that no one was around to see it and mock him for it. He wasn’t sad, or afraid, or sensitive, or whatever bullshit label some shrink would probably throw at him. He was angry. White hot rage coursed through his veins, driving him to practically crush the gas pedal beneath his right boot. He shot down the road like lightning, barely aware of the haunting trees that flew by in the darkness. It was beyond dangerous, of course, but it was the release he needed, and he was more than experienced enough to keep himself from getting into an accident. Usually.
He’d finally started to slow down again, telling himself not to push his luck, when he thought he saw something white and almost formless standing in the road ahead. Panic suddenly took hold as he realized he wouldn’t be able to stop in time. He slammed on his brakes, anyway, swerving to avoid hitting the…whatever that was, and managed to pull over without crashing. Adrenaline pumping through his system, he threw the car in park and got out to see what he’d almost hit. The white figure slowly turned to face him. He stopped in his tracks, blue eyes widening in horror.
A kid. He’d nearly run over a kid! They were wearing a classic bedsheet-with-eyeholes ghost costume, so he couldn’t see their face, but they were staring back at him dumbly. As he was wont to do when exasperated in any way, Billy let out a string of curses. “Fucking damn it, kid, what the hell are you doing just hanging out in the middle of the road?! I could’ve killed you!” They didn’t respond verbally, so he grumbled under his breath and started moving toward them again, his lifeguard training kicking in and overriding his fear and anger for the moment. They didn’t try to run when he jogged over to him, which was good. The last thing he wanted to be doing was chasing some little idiot through the woods at night.
“Are you alright?” he asked, trying to calm himself so that he didn’t wind up scaring the kid off. Again, no verbal response. Maybe they were mute, or they didn’t speak English? “Can you understand me?” He was met with what looked like a nod, so he continued. “Good. C’mon, let’s get outta the road so we don’t wind up becoming some asshole’s new hood ornaments.” His tone wasn’t nearly as harsh as his words, and he held out a rough hand for the child to take. There was some slight hesitation before they took it, but he was able to lead them back over to his car without resistance.
His next act was to go rooting around in his glovebox for his flashlight and first aid kit. “Take that sheet off so I can get a look at you, make sure you’re not hurt or anything,” he barked back.
“Not hurt,” came the solemn reply in the voice of a young girl.
“Huh. So you can talk.” He turned back around to face her, flashlight in hand and a mildly irate scowl on his face. “And you can’t seriously expect me to take your word for that. Sheet. Off. Now. Before I yank it off myself.” She glared back at him defiantly, earning an eye roll from the older man. “Look, I’m not trying to be a creep, here, but I’m also not about to let some dumb kid run around the woods after dark on Halloween and get herself killed, and if you’re bleeding, I don’t want it all over my seats. Either you cooperate and let me make sure you don’t need patching up or anything, or we can do this the hard way.” Not that he really knew what the hard way would actually entail. Violent as he was, Billy didn’t relish in thought of hurting a kid. He’d grabbed Max plenty of times, even joked about hitting her stupid Ghostbuster friends on the way home from school, but he genuinely had no idea what he would have done if he’d actually caused them harm. He’d regretted it once his head was back on straight. “Come on, brat, move it or lose it!”
The girl finally ripped the sheet off to reveal a mop of curls, an awkward preteen frame clothed in plaid and denim, and an almost adorably pouty face that reflected his own frustration back at him. “I am not a…a brat!” she crowed, “And I am not dumb!”
“Then act smart,” Billy retorted, sneering down at her before gingerly starting his examination. She’d walked perfectly fine before, didn’t seem to be bleeding, and she gave him the correct answer every time he asked her how many fingers he was holding up, so a concussion was ruled out. “See? Was that so hard?” He grumbled, but there was no venom behind the words. “As far as I can tell, you seem fine. Now, you wanna tell me what the hell you were doing just standing out in the middle of the road?”
“I got lost,” was her short reply, and apparently the only explanation she was willing to give.
Billy stared at her, dumbfounded. “And your solution was to just plant yourself in the path of traffic and wait for someone to hit you?”
“You stopped.”
“Yeah, because I started paying attention again just in time! If I hadn’t, you’d be paste, and I’d have to spend the rest of the night scraping your guts outta my grill!” A gruesome exaggeration, for sure, but he was trying to get a point across. “You can’t fucking do that, kid! Damn near gave me a heart attack. Hell, what if I’d crashed into a tree trying to avoid you?!” He could see that his anger was upsetting her, and part of him thought, ‘Good! Let her be fucking upset! It’s her own damn fault!’
Anger would not fix this situation, though. It rarely fixed anything. Logically, Billy knew that, just like he knew that he was partially at fault because he was speeding and driving recklessly. He’d screwed up again, and jumped to blame anyone else but himself.
The girl must have seen it in his face because she beat him to an apology. It was a quiet, meek, somewhat reluctant, “Sorry,” but it was enough to send Billy reeling. He genuinely couldn’t remember the last time someone had said that to him and meant it.
He avoided her eyes, scanning the trees and the road instead. “Look, it’s fine. I’m okay. You’re okay. Just…y’know, don’t let me catch you doing that shit again,” he sighed, finally calm enough to reel himself in. One hand corded itself through his blond mullet, brushing stray hair away from his face. “You want me to give you a ride home?” He looked back down at her just in time to see her nod, then busied himself with putting the flashlight and the unused first aid kit back in the glovebox. When that was done, he gestured to the empty passenger seat. “Alright, hop in, little ghost.” She silently did as she was told, which was yet another relief, and Billy closed her door before jaunting over to the driver’s side. They were on the road in the next minute, cruising at a much safer speed than Billy had been going before.
“Do you know your address?” he asked, fairly certain that he’d be able to at least find her street. She rattled it off slowly, as if she was struggling to remember it, and he nodded. Evidently, she lived just on the outskirts of Hawkins, which worked in his favor. He’d gone for a drive out in that area too many times to count, so he knew most of it pretty well.
“Alright. You got a name?” She hesitated, and he didn’t need to look at her to know that she was debating whether or not to answer truthfully. “Or I could just keep calling you kid, ghost, brat…,” he taunted, hoping to goad her in to correcting him.
As expected, she took the bait. “El,” she snapped quickly, earning a smirk from the teen. “Call me El.”
“El it is. I’m Billy.” They both went quiet after that, with only the screaming guitars of whatever rock song happened to be playing on the radio and the consistent rumbling of the engine to break the silence. They were way farther away from her home than he’d anticipated, though, which brought another question forth as he continued to drive. “So…how did you manage to wander almost all the way out to Lover’s Lake by yourself? I mean, that’s a long-ass walk, especially when you don’t know where you’re going.”
El stayed quiet for a long while, and when Billy glanced over at her to make sure she hadn’t passed out or something, she was simply glaring straight ahead. He got the impression that she wasn’t exactly a social butterfly. That was fine. He didn’t mind being around kids when they weren’t being loud, obnoxious, unruly brats. When she finally did answer, she very nearly startled him with her concise and staccato words. “I was angry.”
Once his shock died down, he was able to let out a wry bark of a laugh. “Me too, kid. Me too.” Another beat of silence, and then, “Hey…I’m sorry. For yelling and being a dick.” More silence, which he took as a cue to keep going with his awkward apology, something he’d rarely ever done of his own volition. “I had a pretty bad day…or several bad months really, and you scared the crap out of me, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, but I did because I don’t know how not to be that person anymore.” Billy couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, or that they just wouldn’t stop. “I’m angry, too, and I don’t know how not to be angry, and that just pisses me off even more. Hell, I don’t even remember the last time I wasn’t angry, it’s been so long.” She was staring at him now. He could feel her eyes on him. Not that he could blame her for it at all. He was a freak show through and through, no matter how hard he tried to pretend that he wasn’t. A raging madman trying desperately to keep in check what he usually let run wild.
When he glanced over at El again, however, those eyes weren’t full of judgment or even pity. What he saw was understanding. A kinship between himself and someone who seemed way too young to be filled with as much fury as either of them were. He doubted that they shared a lot of the same experiences, of course, but there was still something oddly comforting about the fact that she saw something in him. That they had common ground.
“I remember.” Her words jolted him again, and he side-eyed her before turning his gaze back to the road.
“What?”
“The last time I wasn’t angry. I remember.”
“Good for you, El. You’re still young enough.”
“You will, too.” He didn’t have a response to that that didn’t sound overly cynical, so the silence stretched on until she broke it with a question. “Are you still angry?”
“Yeah,” he answered without having to think too much.
“At me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Why am I still mad, or why am I not mad at you?” Billy asked, growing slightly more irritated. “And why are you suddenly such a chatterbox, huh?”
“Curious. Why are you mad?”
Billy scowled. He should have seen that one coming the moment he started opening up even a little bit. He heaved a sigh, glaring at the road to keep himself focused. “Because my dad’s a dick. Because he married a coward. Because he expects me to look out for her little hellspawn while he’s out wining and dining her to convince her that he has an iota of decency in him. Because everything I do is just another screw-up made by his screwed up f-“ he stopped himself there, short of coming out to a preteen he’d just met. “His screwed up failure of a son.” More tense silence, and then…
“Mouthbreather.”
“What?!”
“Your dad. He’s a mouthbreather. A dumb person.”
Anger immediately gave way to stunned pause, and then shocked yet uncontrollable laughter. Billy’s mouth widened into a grin as he broke out into an amused giggle fit that had him struggling to concentrate on his driving. “God, you’re a goofy kid,” he uttered, still smiling after he managed to compose himself. “And you know what? You’re not even wrong! The man does not know how to keep his mouth shut, even when he isn’t screaming about something. He snores, too. Loud enough to shake the whole damn house.” Eleven was laughing, now, too, which brought him even more relief. She’d seemed so serious and…off when he’d picked her up, and it only now registered in his brain that that had worried him so deeply. No kid should ever have to be that no-nonsense, that void of joy. It genuinely was good to know that she was capable of humor, awkward as she was, and in such capacity that she could make him laugh with just one deadpan joke. That she could make him not forget his anger but redirect it, even for just a moment. Part of him wondered if he could ever share the same thing with Max, if he would ever stop being angry and she would ever stop being stubborn and afraid for long enough to share jokes like that. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted it, and the more he knew it was wishful thinking. Max hated him. He knew that. He practically made sure of it.
His laughter died down, smile fading to something more neutral as he tried to hide his regret. “I bet you would get along famously with my stepsister. You two kinda have the same sense of humor. Except, y’know, you’re way less of a shithead than she is.”
“Stepsister?”
“Max. Redhead. Brat. Carries her skateboard everywhere. You probably go to school with her, right?” More silence. A quick glance showed that Eleven was hesitantly shaking her head, which surprised Billy. “Do you not go to Hawkins Middle School..?”
She shook her head again. “I can’t go to school.”
That explained a lot about how she spoke, but left him with far more questions and alarm bells ringing in the back of his head. “The fuck?” he blurted. “You can’t go? Why can’t you go to school?” His tone carried concern rather than accusation.
“Hop says it’s to protect me.”
“Hop…as in Hopper? Police Chief Hopper?” She nodded, and Billy could tell she was squirming in her seat now, like she’d said to much. That wasn’t a good sign, and it brought back some rough memories from his youth of awkward conversations with teachers about bruises and scars. “Protect you from who?” he continued, trying to keep his cool.
“The bad men.”
Three words that sent a chill down Billy’s spine. If he didn’t like where this was going before, he definitely hated where it was going now. “What bad men?” Her silence spoke volumes, inspiring a desperation in the teen. “Hey, El, I know we just met, and I haven’t given you much reason to trust me, but if…if someone is hurting you…if you need help, please say something about it, okay? Don’t…don’t be like me. Don’t just stay quiet and keep your head down and hope it gets better. It won’t. Not as long as you’re still in that abusive environment.”
“I’m not!” she yelled, startling him for the upteenth time that night. “I’m not like you! I got out! Papa’s dead, the bad men can’t find me, and Hopper is helping me not be found.” Billy pulled over and stared at her for a moment, having the presence of mind to keep them from getting in a wreck, but still totally shocked. He had no idea what to do with this information, and for once, he wasn’t compelled to yell back. El continued with a firm, “I don’t need your help.” Her brown eyes bored into his blue ones, and in that moment, he was inclined to believe her. “Too dangerous for you. Just take me home.”
Her demand snapped him out of his reverie, shock now mixing with the returning rage at his own situation. She’d been able to escape her apparently terrible father and get help, and he was still stuck with his. Relief, jealousy, despair, and a tiny sliver of hope that felt so completely alien to him. It was all threatening to overflow, to drown him and flood his vision with red, but it wasn’t her fault. None of it was. She didn’t ask for anything she’d been through, just as Billy had never asked to be the irate, abused, bisexual, nicotine addicted son of a jackass. He kept that in mind as he begrudgingly relented, temper in check for once in his life. “Fine,” he barked, breaking eye contact to check his gas gauge. “But I gotta make a pit stop on the way.”
“Pit stop?” El questioned, adopting that challenging tone that he’d heard so often from Max’s insufferable mouth.
“Yeah,” he shot back. “I’m low on fuel, and I’d rather not be stuck at the chief’s cabin in the woods, waiting for someone to bring me a damn gas can so that I can go pickup my stepsister after this. Is that acceptable?” The obvious sarcasm of his question seemed to settle her down a little, whether because she was trying to suppress amusement or because she knew he wasn’t truly mad at her.
Still, she answered with a prim, “Yes,” and a nod, and turned in her seat to face forward again, arms crossed over her chest.
“Good.” Billy sneered mildly and pulled back out onto the road, grumbling lowly about little girls, and shitty attitudes, and how he was never going to have kids. He could hear El snickering beside him, but pretended not to. They pulled into the gas station, and Billy parked before hopping out to prepay and start the pump. He leveled a calculated gaze at the adjoined convenience store he’d just left before glancing back down at El. “Hey,” he barked, grabbing her attention. “I’m going inside to get something to drink, maybe some snacks. You want anything before I drop you off at Hop’s?” She stared at him for a moment before slowly shaking her head, and he knew immediately that it was a lie. It was Halloween, after all. He smirked briefly to himself, then fixed her with a stern glare. “Alright. Stay. Put. I mean it. If I come out here and find out you’ve run off on me, I will hunt your scrawny ass down and deliver you right to the sheriff’s office. Got it?” She nodded, and he turned back to the pump, satisfied that she would obey him.
Tank full, he put the pump back and jogged back into the convenience store, making a beeline for the miraculously mostly stocked candy shelf. It occurred to him as he stared at the options that he genuinely had no idea what El would even like, or if she was allergic to him, but he decided that buying one of almost everything couldn’t hurt. Let Hopper deal with the sugar rush, if he was even home. Billy somehow doubted that; the chief didn’t strike him as the type to knowingly let a kid wander around by herself after dark, especially if he was protecting her from someone, and he also doubted the girl could have snuck past him. Hopper was most likely working late, providing the perfect opportunity for El to try and clandestinely go trick-or-treating. Billy scoffed a laugh at that. She really was a goofy kid.
He paid the bewildered cashier for the load of goodies and a coke, and headed back outside. Sure enough, El was still sitting in the passenger seat, looking bored out of her mind. Smirking, he tossed the bag of candy through the open window into her lap, watching as her eyes nearly bugged out of her head before moving around to settle himself into the driver’s seat. The questioning look she gave him was almost adorable. “Happy Halloween, kiddo. Do me a favor and don’t tell Hopper you got that from me, and I won’t tell him you snuck out and almost got ran over. Deal?”
“Deal!” she answered hastily and immediately began digging through the bag of sweets, drawing a laugh from the teen as he pulled back out onto the street. The rest of the drive went smoothly. Billy felt for the next twenty minutes or so like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He could taste that freedom he was craving, now that he knew it was attainable, and all of his rage was temporarily quelled. He relished once again in the cool breeze blowing through his hair as they cruised over to Hopper’s cabin. When it came time for El to get out, there was no yelling, no curses, no middle fingers. Instead, she grinned with chocolate stained teeth and thanked him, both for the ride and for the candy. He stuck around long enough to make sure she got in the front door safely, then took off. He still had to go pick up his sister, after all, and she probably wouldn’t be amused by the fact that he was the one who was late, for once.
He didn’t care. Max could be mad at him all she wanted, and it wouldn’t matter. Tonight had actually turned out to be a good night for him. She rolled her eyes when she piled herself, her skateboard, and her haul into the passenger seat. “You’re a ray of sunshine,” she remarked. “Let me guess, you humiliated Steve at that stupid Halloween party?”
Oh. Shit. In truth, he’d completely forgotten about the party, having gotten so worked up and stuck inside his own head. “Nah,” he snarked back, still grinning. “Didn’t need to. Pretty Boy’s perfectly capable of embarrassing himself without me holding his hand. I’m sure he did a splendid job of it this evening.”
She gave him a skeptical look, eyeing the half empty coke bottle he was sipping from. Trying to discern whether or not he was sober. “So…you didn’t go? Like at all? I thought it would have been vital to your high school bad boy reputation.”
“Well, see, was gonna go, but then I met this girl on the way…”
“Ugh, never mind. Forget I asked,” she scoffed, hurriedly fastening her seatbelt. “Just drive, jeez!”
A wry smirk curled the corner of his mouth. “I thought you’d never ask,” he quipped, tone sickly sweet as he threw the car in drive and started their journey home.
“And don’t hit anyone!” Max added as a panicked afterthought, sobering him a bit.
“I won’t! Cross my heart and hope to die.” The memory of swerving to avoid El played back in his mind, followed shortly by their fight on the way home from school. “And I’m not that stupid. I wasn’t actually gonna run over your little friends. It was a dumb threat.”
He could feel her staring at him still, and his grip tightened on the wheel. “Yeah, no shit,” she finally mumbled. “Just…don’t do it again.”
“No promises.”
“Billy!” She punched his arm and he grinned back at her to show he was kidding, only to be met with a nasty glare and a stuck out tongue. He laughed, and they drove off into the night, heading to the house that would never be home to him.
#✒️a day like any other day🖋 slice of life#✒️not my concept but i’m running with it🖋 fanfic#stranger things#billy hargrove#max mayfield#eleven#jane hopper#been working on this for a while#it’s a one shot for now
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.... uh oh.... more story ideas...
#✒️. scribbles !#// which means.... more ocs.... dskjhg#// anyways im like working on refining + creating my genshin ocs as well as remaking all the profiles for my non-fandom ocs
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rib-bound ache.
it inhales,
takes in the dawn's fog
and holds.
it yearns, to become something more,
awake, alive,
something that hurts.
dormant heart,
hears but it doesn't listen.
star between lungs,
it burns bright, crawls seeking pressure
digs, and digs,
scorching, someday hopes to burst.
it doesn't sleep, keeps one eye open.
a promise, to break open the ribcage,
someday it'll hurt right.
someday, it won't hurt alone.
#i don't know how to write poetry. /yet/#poetry#untitled#untitled fragment#things I'd show thespis#[ ✒️ VIII ]#i think#own works#this one is after watching crowley n aziraphale repress their feelings for 6000 years and wanting to keep something as#extremely pressure potted as that. like hell yeah i want my chest to feel too small for my heart and i want it to pour out of my#eyes and nose and mouth!!!! i want to hurt just to feel alive from time to time#text#not my best work but honestly i couldnt care less
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"Do not think I will ever forget that you touched my fucking wife"
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❝HIS HEART IS ALL YOURS❞
🏐 genre: fluff ~
✒️ word count: 1,198
💭 summary: it had never dawned on you that the great king of the court, tooru oikawa, would ever have a crush on you: a mere background character in the greater scheme of things. if only you knew just how much he adored you–maybe then you'd realize you're more than a side character in the plot of your (and his) life.
💗 special mention: @moonswolfie for requesting this on my @kairiscorner acc !!
🍧 request: "Beg and you shall recieve, make oikawa fall for the nerd girl😈😈😈"
the concept of being in a relationship was foreign to you. you had never really had a proper relationship with anybody in regards to romance; it was like all and every thought of romance was something you never truly experienced, if you didn't count otome games and dating sims that you always pored over, spent all your time playing and devoting your allowances to new costumes and dialogues from your favorite love interests that made you feel pretty, wanted, and loved.
you never really stood out to anybody, that much you believed was true. you found it hard to see anybody liking you, who avidly wore anime shirts and collected expensive figurines and hung up posters of your favorite game series, cartoons, animes, movies, and shows all over your room. and you don't even wanna bring up the fact that you casually play rpgs whenever you can, wearing the cutest set of headphones that made you stand out in... a rather awkward way–a way you just wish you never got attention from, through stares and stifled chuckles of amusement from others.
you did all you could to ignore the stares, the laughter, the snide comments from girls who thought they were better than you–and you had grown quite used to being alone, to finding solace in games and the internet. and though it wasn't healthy, this was a place you called home; and those characters on your screen that always smiled whenever you chose a good interaction choice, whenever you held them in the right places, they made you feel happy.
but there was another boy who wanted to make you feel happy, a boy who appeared and acted like he came right out of a fairy tale; the male lead in a shoujo manga you never thought you'd live out to be female lead in.
tooru oikawa–the great king of the court, the boy every girl in your year had the hots for. you never really paid that much attention to him because, of course, why would you waste your valuable time and energy on a boy you never knew well, nor would even take an interest in you?
sure, he was your classmate and occasional partner for activities and group works, but his personality always seemed so fake. you knew he was acting like a kind of host boy in a host club, and though you knew guys like that were totally your type, you always kept your guard up around him.
it wasn't like he was going to hurt you, anyway, he was too gallant for that, it seemed. the way a boy like this would only hurt you would be through getting your hopes up that he'd ever like you, and ultimately thank you for being a mere fan and forget your name, maybe laugh about your silly headphones and the way your eyes shone whenever your favorite character called you cute in a dating sim.
but... it was these very qualities that drew oikawa to you.
oikawa had only known you existed for a few months now, since he saw you so often during class as his new seatmate. he knew you weren't anything like the girls that vied for his attention, and it felt like a breath of fresh air for him, not having someone breathe down his neck every few seconds at every little thing he does.
sure, you were a little messy sometimes, a little quiet, a little awkward–a little in your own head most of the time, but it was, in your own unique way, charming. oikawa would instinctively smile to himself whenever you'd get flustered at him asking you for a pencil while you were sneaking to play your otome games on your phone in class, and he'd feel a little proud of you whenever you'd recite in class.
he knew it was hard for you sometimes to show confidence, though he always encouraged you to stand up straight, "you look pretty when you hold your chin up high," he'd always say. of course, you'd sometimes side eye him, and it'd make him a little worried he said something wrong, but it's the fact that you keep oikawa on his toes about how he makes you feel around you that allures him to you even more.
from talking to you during class, he'd bring the conversations outside of class. of course, he'd always carry the conversation while you were trying to beat a really hard boss in your rpgs. he'd cheer you on while he had no idea what was going on–and even the rest of the third years were worried oikawa had some ulterior motives with you, but when they saw how different that usually plastic smile of his was whenever he'd look at you, talk to you, try to get closer with you... it was like there was something out of place there, that got replaced with something purer.
shocking, they know.
"alright, out with it." iwaizumi spat out, hitting oikawa lightly on the shoulder. oikawa looked at iwaizumi curiously. "out with what, iwa-chan?" "are you stupid? you know you can't make her a victim of your charms." when iwaizumi said that, he knew exactly who the her he was referring to was. it was you.
oikawa looked at iwaizumi all pouty, his eyebrows furrowed. "how low do you think of me? i'm not charming her for anything malicious..." "so you're admitting you are making her like you." "i-i never said that!" oikawa retorted, his face getting redder and hotter, his voice getting higher as he was on the brink of admitting the truth.
iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "so why are you doing this, it's clear she has no interest in you." oikawa couldn't argue with iwaizumi's statement, it was true, you didn't look like you had fully trusted oikawa, and that hurt him to a degree nobody, not even he could bear.
"...because i like her. and i want her to trust me." oikawa muttered, looking away from iwaizumi. it was hard for him to admit, but there was no other way to express it without getting totally crushed by his own half truths and half lies. this was the whole, unadulterated truth–tooru oikawa, the great king of the court, liked you.
he liked the way you got flustered whenever your favorite character would say they love you, he liked the way you glared at him when you'd catch on to his flirting, he liked the way you were so knowledgeable on such nerdy things that... he had watched all your favorite movies and animes, and was planning to gift you merch this coming holiday season.
"...well, you have a lot of work to do to prove to her you like her." "no kidding..." oikawa replied with a sigh, at least his best friend supported his crush on you. he knew it might take a while, a very long while–maybe a whole lifetime to prove how much he loved you. but he'd prove it to you, somehow, and he won't ever stop until he shows his little nerdy girl just how much he's serious about her; how much he loves you.
#oikawa tōru#tooru oikawa#oikawa x reader#tooru oikawa x reader#oikawa x y/n#oikawa x you#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa tooru x you#oikawa tooru#haikyuu oikawa#hq oikawa#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu x female reader#haikyuu x f!reader#hq x female reader
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sweet sixteen
I look out across the small road.
It’s totally black outside tonight.
Headlights and cats’ eyes guide me.
I say me, but I’m not driving.
Nearly seventeen, though, nearly time.
So soon I’ll sit in that seat.
The road is narrow; limited.
The width is the breadth of my life.
It’s only a side road yet.
The headlights are my knowledge.
They guide me, aided by cat’s eyes.
If they brighten, I can’t tell.
Cats’ eyes are people in my life.
A flash of guidance and brief joy.
And they’re all passing me by.
Dozens of felis oculi.
All gradually passing me by.
Each of them is a second.
I turn to look back at the road.
Ruthlessly, the car hurtles on.
“Come back,” I cry. It’s no use.
I heard that once you stop growing
- maybe nineteen years old or so -
is the day you start to die.
If I kill myself before I start to die can I live forever?
27th May 20XX
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