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saeist · 8 months

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"how many times do i have to say it? no" nagi breathes out, barely even acknowledging your presence as he continues to play on his computer in his dorm room

with a loud huff, loud enough for him to hear even with his headphones on, you flop down at his bed, sprawling your arms around as you stare up at his ceiling

"c'mon sei! i'm literally almost legal but yet i still don't even have a first boyfriend, let alone a first kiss!" you complained, throwing your hands over you face

you see nagi shrug before retorting something along the lines of 'what does that have to do with me'

"nagiiiiii" you drag out, hoping to get a reaction from him. to which, you do get a reaction from him! his signature look of boredom.

"fine. i'll help you"

"yay" you clapped your hands

"only if you buy me 5 battlepasses and whatever i want on the nightmarket" nagi bargains

with a deep sigh, you agree "fine!"

after a bit of more complaining to nagi that you were infact bitchless for most of your life and you're getting a little desperate to get some action as you are a junior in college and two, most of your other friends that isn't nagi are in relationships which makes you a tad bit jealous that you are gonna die alone anyway without getting some any action

you don't know how you even got to this point of the conversation where whether or not nagi has or had been in relationships but here you are now

"so wait, let me get this straight.." you pause, holding your palm out as a way of making nagi pause whatever he's mumbling about, "you already kissed someone?"

nagi shrugs again, "it was only because of some spin the bottle shit reo made me play at some party we went to"

"so that makes you experienced then?"

"not really"

"but you already have your first kiss?"

"i guess?"

"then you are experienced!"

nagi gives you a puzzled look as he lies down next to you. "what do you want me to do then?" he asked, just so he can be done with it

"i want you to teach me how to kiss" you turn to look at him with a glint of your eyes that basically screams "i am determined to get the perfect first kiss with someone i will pursue"

nagi looks dumbfounded at your completely bizarre request. he looked at you like you just grew a second head

"what the fuck"

in the end nagi does eventually give in (not because you totally bribed him again into buying him an entire collection worth of items at his nightmarket and some battlepasses that could easily be around 3 months worthwhile)

so now here you were, seated across from nagi, ready to learn how to kiss and what better way to learn than to ask your best (and only) friend at your college!

"so do i just close my eyes or..?" you start, beginning to feel self aware at the situation that you brought yourself onto

"i'd prefer that" nagi retorts, making you giggle a bit because of how funny he sounded

"okay.. okay" you breathe, closing your eyes as you slowly start leaning in.

"... my eyes are now closed"

for the record, nagi didn't really mind nor care if you opted to opening your eyes while doing this whole thing but he just doesn't want to see you see him all worked up

"i'm leaning in" nagi warns you, so that you won't feel like he's being invasive or all that funky shit. basically he just didn't want you to get the wrong idea

and so, your lips meet.

"congrats, you got your first kiss" nagi casually says as not even a millisecond later, he pulls away and moves to the other side of his bed

"nagi! that was barely even a kiss!"

"how would you know if you never had it before this?" he retorts, making you heat up in partial embarrassment because it was true that you didn't have your first kiss yet and the other reason being which that he was technically your first kiss

"i-i just know, okay damn it!" you stammered, "let's do it again!"

"if you want to kiss me that badly just say so" nagi attempts to make a joke to lighten up the dampen mood but from what you think, he just worsened the whole situation

"haha very funny nag–" before you could even finish your sentence, nagi crashes his lips against yours.

instinctively you placed your hands over his chest to which he places them over his neck, giving him more room to suck your face off.

you may or may not have accidentally moaned in the midst of this activity you two were doing which prompted into something more

you were now laying flat at his bed with him hovering you. still not breaking the kiss whatsoever. his shirt long gone, now at the floor. everything was going smooth

that is until reo decides it would be the most perfect time to barge in to tell nagi about how he just got a new pair of soccer shoes that were issued at the latest soccer magazine

"nagi! you'll never believe what i just got! it's the one messi just wore at the cover of– JESUS CHRIST"

reo basically shrieked, shielding his eyes with said magazine.

you and nagi basically separated. your eyes dart to nagi's shirtless body and to reo who was looking between you and nagi. just in time for a hypothetical light bulb to pop up at the top of his head

"oh.. i'm just gonna" reo throws his thumb back at nagi's door and dashes out before yelling "be safe you two!"

when the door closes, you and nagi both sigh in relief that he was gone but the damage was done

"well.."

"uhh.." you fiddled with your fingers, unable to look at nagi in the eye.

"how was that then as your first lesson?" as always, nagi just seems to find a way to try and cut the atmosphere although this time, it worked.

"it was a splendid demonstration. i'll rate it a 8/10" you applaud

nagi crawls over to you with a small mischievous glint in his eyes. he traps you in between his arms as he stares down at you.

"just an 8?"

feeling a little frisky, and obviously enjoying what was going on earlier right before reo interrupted, you decide that maybe learning from nagi wouldn't hurt a thing or two

you throw your hands over nagi's neck before responding to him

"could you show me how you did that thing earlier with your tongue again? i couldn't quite get that" you say in a fake curious tone making nagi chuckle

"okay. let me demonstrate it to you again. thoroughly" nagi whispers before catching your lips with his.

you went to school with nagi's hoodie the next day and people (and reo) could only guess why

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santaasi · 1 month

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WAITING FOR YOU

pairing: bsfljames potter x fem!reader

summary: loving James Potter has become the biggest mistake of your life

warnings: hanahaki au, pure angst, no happy ending (sorry), english is not my first language

word count: 1.4k

a/n: feel like i'm in my angst era, but i rly love this oneshot with all my heart. so, hope you'll enjoy it <3

You're in pain. You feel white roses growing inside you and breaking all the bones. You can feel their thorns painfully piercing your already crippled heart. It beats rapidly in your chest, begging for help, bleeding. But you don't hear its pleadings, coughing up white petals with an admixture of blood over and over again, lying on the floor of your dorm room. You're crying.

You're crying because you're a fool for falling in love with your best friend, crying because you might die soon, crying because you're worthless.

You're in pain. You are awake at night again, completely exhausting your body, because in dreams you see him again and again and again... You see how his eyes are looking lovingly not at you. You see how his lips are kissing not yours. You see how his arms tenderly encircle not your waist. And you cough over and over again, choking on your blood and leaving white petals on the floor.

You're still in pain. As soon as you step over the threshold of the great hall, James Potter comes up to you again, excited about the upcoming date with the perfect Lily Evans, your friend and former roommate. You listen to him with half an ear, looking at how his eyes light up at every mention of Lily. You always dreamt of him looking at you with the same sparks in his chocolate eyes.

James thanks you a hundred times for bringing them together after so many years of his unsuccessful pinning. He says that he will never have a better friend than you, and that he loves you immensely. He loves you. But only like a sister. And you feel a lump rise in your throat and the thorns pierce your heart again, from the realization that you have made the biggest mistake of your life. You signed your own death warrant.

Feeling everything inside you break down, as tears come to your eyes, and a lump rises in your throat, you quickly run away. You excuse yourself, saying that you have a lesson soon, that you don't want to be late, leaving James Potter alone with his thoughts. Thoughts of Lily Evans. Which clouds his mind, preventing him from noticing how you, his closest person, are suffering because of him.

You don't go to the first lesson and the next either. You go to an old abandoned toilet, which everyone has long forgotten about, and sit down on the cold tiled loor, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks, and the bones break again under the onslaught of the stems. Your heart screams again from the pain in your chest as the spikes hit deeper than before. You're in pain, crazy and fucking painful. The only thing thundering in your head is the thought of imminent death. After all, people like you don't live long. And you cough and cough and cough, scattering white rose petals with red spots on the dirty tiles.

You're scared. You don't want to die before you're twenty-one. You don't want to die without attending your graduation and becoming an aurora, as you always dreamed of with James. You don't want to die without getting married and having a perfect family like your parents. You don't want to die without going with Dorcas on fake IDs to one of these Muggle clubs in secret from your parents.

You're scared because you don't want to die at such an early age. Who the hell wants to die at seventeen anyway?

You hate yourself for falling in love with your best friend. For plunging into the sea called "James Potter" with your head and getting sick of what you always warned your friends against. You hate yourself for the fact that your death will hurt everyone you love so much, and you can't do anything about it. It's too late. The disease decided everything for you.

You didn't go to class. Instead, you slowly took all your things and returned to the dorm. Throwing the bag somewhere at the entrance, you took out an old photo album and carefully began to review page after page. Tears were rolling down your cheeks when you looked at the photos where you, James, Sirius and Remus were so happy standing waist-deep in a black lake. Where Dorcas, Lily, Marlene and you are sitting in Three Broomstick and drinking butterbeer for the first time. Where you and James are lying on the grass in his backyard, looking up at the blue sky. Back then, no one even suspected that this would happen sometime in the future. No one could even suspect it will happen to you.

After all, you and James have been best friends since early childhood. You played in the sandbox together when you were two, went to your favorite ice cream cafe together when you were four, went to Hogwarts together when you turned eleven, and spent your whole life together. You were like a younger sister to James, whom he loved more than life. And you thought of him as your brother, too... until six months ago you realized that you were head over heels in love with him.

You knew from the very beginning that this was a losing game for you in advance. And that was the end of it.

You've been lying in your bed all day, not letting anyone into your private dorm room, which Dumbledore allocated to you when he found out about 'the problem'. You didn't want your friends to see how you were dying, and how your whole floor was strewn with white and red petals. At the same time, you didn't like to say goodbye and didn't want to see Lily's tears, who would blame herself, or the tears of Sirius, who was always strong next to you, but this time he would cry like a little child.

But most of all, you didn't want to see James, who knocked on your door several times all day, which you didn't open to him, hearing his soft muffled voice. You knew that once he saw you, he would understand everything. And you weren't ready to look at his confused look, and then listen to his pleas not to leave him, that he would find that guy who did this to you and make him love you, not even suspecting that 'that guy' was him. And you couldn't tell him that harsh truth.

You couldn't break his heart like that.

Still, James Potter's feelings have always meant more to you than your own.

And you'd hate yourself even more if you did it. Although it seemed to you that it was simply impossible to hate yourself more than now. How could you have made such a mistake? How could you fall in love with your best friend and pick up hanahaki? Another batch of petals fell on the blanket.

You were dying. You felt the stalks reach your lungs, how slowly and painfully they knocked out the last air, and the thorns pierced the thin membrane of your lungs. You felt the bones shatter under the onslaught of the growing flowers. You felt your heart bleed when the thorns pierced it deeper. You could never describe the pain you were feeling right now. The pain was everywhere. You coughed over and over, spitting out bloody white petals on the bed. Tears flowed from your eyes like a river, with every second you wanted to live more and more. You wanted to go shopping with Lily, Dorcas and Marlene, you wanted to spend more time with your parents, you wanted to have more pranks with Sirius and Remus, you wanted to graduate from Hogwarts and get married. But you were dying.

You were dying out of love for your best friend, who never found out how much you loved him.

You died. Alone. Surrounded by the bloody petals of white roses. The first flowers that James gave you for your seventeenth birthday six months ago. You died with a smile on your face because when you closed your eyes, you saw him.

James Potter, who was standing in the back yard of his house with a smile on his face, was waiting here for you.

He's always been waiting only for you.

tried for the first time to use 2nd narration... kinda liked it but at the same time kinda not. but i think it's a matter of habit... idk

but, nevertheless, thankx for reading <3

- your santi ✨

#– santi 🪐#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter fic #james potter angst

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infamous-if · 1 year

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Oh, damn. No 25 with MC trying to protect/take care of Seven in a dangerous situation sounds nice.

Hope you feel better soon, Amy! Take care!

Thank you! <3 Dangerous situation, you say?

Double whammy (the amount of seven asks...)

CW: blood

This is all your fault.

You shouldn't have said anything. You shouldn't have fought with the person at the bar. You should've left it alone.

You should've known that Seven wouldn't let it go. Even when they hate you.

You should've known Seven. Has it been that long that you forgot who they were? Once, they were as familiar to you as the very lines on your palm.

"Seven, please."

You're holding onto them as you two stumble out of the bar, moving like two drunkards though both of you are terribly sober. The warm sensation of Seven's blood on your shirt sends dull fear over you. You're spiraling. Breaking. You don't know what to do.

Seven lets you guide them outside, your arms wrapped closely around them as they keep a hand under their nose which spews blood like an open faucet. It sends another round of fear down your spine, but it's not their nose that has you so breathless you're dizzy.

Their stomach.

In the heat of the moment, the person Seven was fighting threw them on the table littered with glass cups and broken bottles. Seven claims to be fine, but the way blood makes an angry stain on the green fabric of their shirt and Seven limps like their body is failing them, you know they're anything but.

Seven loses their footing, tripping on the last step and making both you and them fumble to the wet, concrete ground.

Your body shakes when the cool water of the alleyway seeps into your jeans. Seven coughs, rolls on their back, and lets out a sigh.

Blood is smeared across their face, their eyes are hazy, the blooming flower of blood grows larger across their stomach.

Your hands flail in front of you when you get on your knees, fingers shaking, lips shuttering. You feel the burning sting of tears. "Seven, what do I do? My phone is dead. We need to call an ambulance."

Seven groans. Coughs. Their hair turns damp when it sinks into a puddle by their face. "Stop...yelling."

"How can I stop?!" you cry. "I need to see it-" You begin to lift up their shirt but Seven stops you.

"No."

Anger replaces your previous fear. "Seven-"

"I don't want you to."

That hurts. Hurts more than it should in this moment. Seven is hurt, bleeding, and even now they don't want you to touch them, to care for them. Has everything been for nothing? Have all the years you two spent together meant nothing?

"You fucking asshole."

"What?" They burst up and groan, hissing and laying back down.

"I need to help you." The fear returns anew when Seven's eyes glide towards you slowly, their lips parted. Not from pain, but from slight surprise. "Please. I know you hate me. I know you have no reason to trust me. But please... I'm asking you to anyway." You bite your lip to hide the way it shakes. "Please let me help you."

It takes them a moment. They stare at you so long you feel like you're being judged. Then, in a move that shocks you even now, Seven nods and looks away.

"Go ahead."

You clear your throat, slowly peeling the shirt that sticks to the blood on their skin. Seven winces, and you let out a small sound when you catch the piece of glass lodged to their rib.

"Not bad," you try, wincing, "just a tiny piece. You'll be fine."

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"

You look at them, ready to shoot them a glare, when you see a small, amused smirk on their face.

"Shut up," you mumble, turning back to their wound.

As you inspect more of their skin, slick with blood, you catch their stomach heave when a small laugh leaves them. You look at Seven, quirking a brow. "You called me an asshole." They look at you. The blood still smeared all across their lower face, they look at you and laugh. "I'm about to die and you call me an asshole."

"You're not about to die," you say strongly and then quieter: "and you are."

Seven hums. "Maybe. Maybe you just bring it out of me."

"That's not helping," you mumble.

You move to lift their shirt higher when you feel a wet hand on your wrist. Seven's blood leaks from their fingers to your skin, but you hardly notice it. Not when they're looking at you with a face so soft it disarms your every defense. "I don't hate you."

Your heart rate quickens. "...You don't?"

They shake their head slowly, stifling a small grown with the movement. "How could I?" they mumble, but don't elaborate.

A sigh leaves them and they glide their gaze to the sky. The sound of an ambulance rings in the distance; the bartender must've called the cops.

"I don't hate you either," you say.

Seven says nothing, but their face twists into a satisfied smile, their eyes closing.

I never did.

and then seven dies. JUST KIDDING

#for some reason this drabble feels incredibly spoilery #and yet my sick brain fog doesn't let me remember why omg #oh well #yolo #seven x mc #im too lazy to check my outline #drabble #seven lawless #no one is going to remmeber this in a few months #short drabbles just arent in me im sorry #this also feels super soap opera ish #but i kinda dig it

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persage · 2 years

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Let me-S. Harrington

Summary: Steve Harrington always puts others first, but when he starts having terrible nightmares and his life seems to fall apart, you are the only one who can help him.

Tags: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader. Angst with Fluff. (Giving my boy Steve the breakdown he needs .)

Words Count: 3k

The room is quiet and your body lies on the ground. You are still and cold, your eyes are closed, pale lips, hair stuck up at odd angles, patches of dried blood on your pale skin. "Y/n" He mutters, his shaking hands near you, unable to touch you "No..no, no, c'mon y/n! Stay with me. Open your eyes." Your face is swollen and bruised from the beating. He should have been in your place: the Russians should have interrogated him like that, hitting him hard, almost killing him. It’s not fair. "Don't. Don't 'you die on me... please..." Blood trickles through your shirt, from a wound just below your ribcage he hasn't noticed before. He presses against your open skin, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. "Please" He cries. Your eyes slowly open, just enough for him to find some hope. He grabs your face in his bloody hands and caresses you with sweetness and delicacy, like he is holding the most fragile thing in the universe. But your gaze is dull, like you are already dead. He shakes the thought out of his mind as you groan in his arms, before spasming and screaming loudly.

"Baby it's okay, it's okay. Stay with me" His voice is broken, he hasn't even noticed that hot tears are now falling on his cheeks as he feels your body getting colder and colder, and you cough, blood coating your lips, trickling down your chin. "It's...all your" You cought again. "Fault."

"No, no, no y/n please, please." He screams and sabs harder than ever.

"It's all your fault, Steve Harrington." Another female voice repeats, when Steve turns there's a figure in a corner. "MURDERER!" She shouts. When she comes out of the shadows her face is deformed, disheveled, pale and decomposed, but Steve recognizes her anyway. After all she's the beginning of everything. Barbara Holland looks at him with her big dead eyes. "You've killed her too!" She approaches. "It's your fault."

He wakes up alone, searching for some comfort, screaming in the middle of the night with the blanket rolled up between his legs while chasing away a ghost that doesn't even exist, Steve Harrington can't help but think Barbara is telling the truth: it really is his fault.

3 P.M

"I'm worried about him." Dustin whispers to you, without even say hello. " What? Who? " You have just returned from a family vacation and you've got no idea about what's going on, but you are in Hawkins, a place where everything can happen', so your mind runs free and your heart skips a beat cause you have already fought too many things and you are definitely not ready for another round: demons, monsters, demogorgons even Russians. There are too many possibilities. You are looking for a response around you, a sign of something out of place, a wound on someone's body. You squeeze Dustin's face in your hands to make sure he is alright. "It's not me... Girl you are dumber than I remembered" You shrug and are so relieved that your little cousin is fine that you pretend not to hear the insult. You love him like your own brother and sometimes he's annoying just like one.

"Oh shit y/n, he'll kill me if he finds out we're talking about it." The kid looks over the room into the other one to make sure that Steve is still talking to Robin and not worried about your conversation at all. " Yeah but.. What are we exactly talking about Dust? What's wrong with Steve? " You feel something tighten into your chest and the worry returning as fast as it went away: the idea that something may have happened to Steve while you were on vacation hurts. You are not his mother, not even his girlfriend to be sincere and It's not your job to protect him, yet the idea of not having been there for him kills you. You don't know what happened but you are sure that in his place you would have wanted Steve Harrington to hold your hand.

"Haven't you noticed? I mean he looks like hell, he's pale and skinnier then ever and..."

"What?"

"I slept at his place three days ago and it was bad... Like really bad. He've screamed all night, I think he's having terrible nightmares... After you know...all."

Oh sure. Being tortured by evil Russians and almost beaten to death then, a few moments later, seeing a guy you know being brutally killed from a monster made of the your fellow citizens. Most people would have gone crazy long ago.but not Steve Harrington. When all of you were having your worst of times, having to deal with your traumas and what happened at Starcourt, he was your rock. He kept the pieces together: yours, Dustin's, Max's and Lucas's. He did what none of you felt able to do: resist and now he's paying consequences. You glance at him, the warm smile he gives Robin is the shadow of his usual one and to be honest, now that you have a moment to observe him carefully, he really seems smaller and more fragile than ever.

"Don't worry dork, I'm gonna help him, I don't know what I can do but I'm gonna try. When was the last time you think he had a full night sleep?' You ask Dustin. "Honestly? I think it's been a while" He states. "Maybe since you've left "

"Oh" You were not expecting it. "I'm not saying it's your fault... But whatever there is between you two, you make him happier and... He feel safer apparently " You don't answer, you just blush cause you've always thought of yourself as someone who gets help, not someone who is helpful. Also you know that you and Steve are not just friends-there is always something pending between you, a tension, an attention, a different cure- yet you never thought you could really be that important to him, indeed it seems absurd that Steve Harrington, brave, heroic Steve Harrington, could need you.

You bite your lip as the kid starts yelling. "Steve! Steve! Come here, now!" Steve flinches and set up straight before running up to him, worry written all over his tired face. "What's up? What's wrong?" He stutteres nervously. His dark circles are so deep that for a moment you look at them with fear, now that he's closer, it's even worse. "Calm down Harrington, nobody's gonna die. It's just a little problem y/n here was telling me about." You try to hide the surprise in your gaze, you have no idea what Dustin's plan is. "She had a huge fight with her parents, she can't go home tonight...but she can't stay at my place either 'cause you know mother would try to make her go home and all. "

"Huuuge fight. " You repeat, putting on a broken face. "Aunt Claudia wouldn't be helpful" Steve looks at you, blinking a few times "Oh, I'm sorry y/n." He would like to tell you to sleep with him, but his nights are hard lately and he doesn't want you to see him in this state: weak, screaming for his stupid bad dreams like a child, searching desperately for him mom. You look at him in disbelief, It's not the answer you expected from the boy. In a normal situation he would have been quick to offer you his home, his bed and everything you can possibly need.

"You can stay with me" Robin suggests, smiling widely. Dustin shakes his head without being seen by Steve . "Actually no" The girl adds "You know, my house is too tiny... my mother wouldn't approve. Sorry y/n." You turn to Steve, showing off your best pleading expression. "Please, please Harrington, you're the only one who can save me. "

"I don't think that's a good idea y/n. I wouldn't want you to stay awake cayse you know... Animals outside and all the noise... It's not fair on-" He's so tired that he can't even come up with a convincing excuse. "Steve, I'm begging you" You approach him with a serious look and place a hand on his arm. "I need you to help me."

"O-okay. Alright. Of course, you can stay with me."

8 P.M

As hours pass by, Steve seems calmer and even tries to smile and tease Dustin a bit, but on the way home, driving with the sunset ahead of him, he is quieter than usual. "Are you okay Stevie?" You ask and he simply nods, keeping his eyes on the road. Even if is mind is slowed by the lack of sleep, Steve's got a plan. If he menages to stay awake all night he will not fall victim of his own fears and you will never see him crying like a stupid baby. He just has resisist, he thinks, opening the front door of his big empty house and letting you in. You take a deep breath, knowing it will be hard for this stubborn young man to let down the walls he's built around him.

1 A.M

You yawn, images that your eyes can't catch scroll on the TV, and to you they are just splashes of colors. You're tired, you just want to sleep and you think you've dozed off for a few minutes on Steve's shoulder, while the boy next to you is staring intensely at the screen. When you move to stretch, he turns to you with the sweetest smile on his face. "Maybe it's time to go to bed, what do you think?" You nod, letting him take your hand and lead you upstairs. In all this hours you couldn't get them to confess anything and you feel guilty about it. I totally suck, you find yourself thinking.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You murmur, watching at fragile figure, his curved back, his messy hair. "Why do you all keep asking me? I'm fine y/n, really." He replies, pretending to arrange things in the room to hide the constant tremor in his hands. "It's just that we haven't talked much since I got back. And I wanna be there for you. " You reply, moving closer to him. Steve smiles again, but this time there's nothing sincere in him. He is tense, even annoyed. "It was you who fought with your parents to the point of not wanting to go home and didn't even tell me why"

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I'm ashamed ... These are very private things about them, family problems. " You reply, hoping that's enough for him to believe at your lie he lie and quit asking.

"And I respect that, y/n." He comes closer but he doesn't touch you. "You can sleep here, the sheets are clean and if you need you can take one of my shirts for the night." Before he can go away, you grab him by the wrist, less gently than you wanted to. "And you? Where will you sleep?"

"This house is full of rooms, don't worry, I'll be next door." You don't let go, with your thumb you begin to caress his wrist as you wonder if maybe you are the one needing his presence "Don't you want to stay here with me for a while?" You ask. And God knows how hard it is for Steve to shake his head and tell you that no, he has some things to fix downstairs. "Sleep, y/n. " He intimates you, giving you a quick caress with his free hand. You let him go reluctantly and hurt. The truth is that he is terribly afraid of falling asleep next to you, he can't control the nightmares that haunt his mind at night.

3 A. M

'NO! NO LEAVE HER ALONE! I will tell you everything please. Let us go! " It's a scream, a hysterical cry that wakes you up suddenly. Steve's voice echoes in the empty house and it' s is so terrified it doesn't even sound like his, sleep goes away immediately and all your senses are alert. You know there is no danger, you know it's just a nightmare but a part of you, perhaps bigger than you thought, is worried that turning the corner you will find a monster waiting for you. With shaky legs and unsteady breath you leave the room running, following the screams that come from downstairs. You find him sitting on the sofa, waving his arms, hands, legs trying to chase away something invisible. "Mom! MOM! " It breaks your heart to see him so vulnerable and to picture him all alone, searching for comfort in a mother who's never there for him, fighting all alone with his own mind. Nobody deserves this, Steve Harrington less than the others.It's unfair.

"Please! ROBIN! Y/N! DON'T TOUCH THEM! DON'T TOUCH HER! Y/N!" You carefully tap his shoulder to wake him up, but he pushes you away. Then you try harder again, whispering his name. "Stevie, love please" and this time he pushes you so hard that you end up on the ground. At that moment Steve Harrington opens his eyes wide and with labored breathing and a few tears that he hasn't been able to hold back, he looks around until he sees you and realizes what has happened. Not only he has failed and succumb to sleep, he has hit you. He has hurt you. "Y/n" whispers. "oh my... Oh god" He brings his hands to his face as sobs shake his whole body. You get up quickly from the ground and run to him, holding him tightly in your arms. "No, no, no. Don't touch me" his voice is weak. "I don't want to hurt you again"

"Don't worry Stevie, it's okay. We're safe, I swear." He shakes his head, his face pressed against your chest. "They had you ... They had everyone ... Robin, my mother ... They were... Torturing you ... I couldn't stop them, I couldn't." He cries in desperation, his tears wet your shirt, you let a hand run down his neck in an attempt to calm him down. You've never seen him so shaken and scared as he lets himself go into your embrace, hiding his face against your body in a last-ditch effort to save his dignity. "Shhh. It's okay, I'm okay. I'm here, I'm fine. Nobody' s hurt please breathe Steve." His breathing slowes and his legs stops shaking. The tears are still falling down his cheeks and his hand is still wrapped up in yours. You sit still, tangled together. You looked into his big puppy eyes and brush away his tears with your thumb. He is still afraid, his body shrouded in cold sweat but he seems more lucid and now, when you look into at him, there is something new written all over his face: shame.

"I'm sorry." He whispers in a crackled voice. "Nothing to be sorry for" You kiss his forehead, leaving your lips against his cold skin. "I.. Just feel so stupid. You shouldn't have seen me like that. I shouldn't have let it happen" You shake your head, hugging him again. "Steve Harrington I'm here for you. Always. You don't have to feel stupid, not in front of me."

"I should be the strong one" He replies. "You are the strong one, Harrington, the strongest person I know" You reassure him. "You just have to allow yourself to heal. You've helped us all and you have thought about yourself, now you have to let someone take care of you." You smile. "Let me. "

'Thank you, for being here and sorry... I didn't mean to..." you cut him off, putting your finger on his mouth. If you could stop time you would like to be lost in this moment forever, his adoring gaze on you, eyes bright and swollen with tears, half opened red lips, with trapped words struggling to get out. "Again, there’s no need to thank me. But you can do one thing for me. Come up to sleep, I need someone to hug me tonight. " He nods, holding your hand while silently follows you upstairs. You make him lie down in bed covering him with blankets. "Stay with me. Please don't leave me. Not now.” Steve pleases, no longer afraid of being seen weak by you. He needs you. He need to feel your warm body, to hold you in his arm and keep you safe. He also needs to feel loved, for once.

" I'm here, I'm with you" You crawl next to him. His back is turned to you. You spoon him, not wanting to be apart. The heat of your body reassures him, makes him feel protected, he grabs your arm and caresses it. He groans in satisfaction. You put your other arm around his waist, intertwining your fingers with one another. "Feeling better?"

You ask. "Yes. You're incredible y/n, truly."

"I would do anything for you. " You plant a light kiss on his shoulder. Feeling tired, you let you eyelids close and body melt around him as you feel his breathing slowing down with yours. Sleep begin to take over his tired body, you hear a light mumble. " I love you, y/n."

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vampyrgoff · 7 months

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Hii I just wanted to see if you do requests? I kind of want to ask a Vince and Bo both dating you. But you kind of have a bad week and don’t talk and act like your normal self and then one day they finally ask you and (you know when someone asks if you are okay and the waterfall comes) and have a lot of comfort🥺

I’m kinda struggling right now and today just is the one over the edge and need some love and comfort from these guys😭😭😭

If not that’s alright! Thank you for reading this one anyways!

Dating Both Vincent and Bo Sinclair: You had a bad week </3 Bo and Vincent comfort <3

Bo Sinclair x reader, Vincent Sinclair x reader

contains— fluffff, Bo, and Vinnie being cutie patooties, the boys kind of give off caregiver vibes?, agere vibes but like not really specifying or going into too much detail with that, vinnie does speak a VERY little. YALL CANT TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME, HE SOMETIMES SPEAKS TO YOU WHEN ALONE IDC I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL, a bit of babying honestly, I feel like it sucks but this is the best my sleepy brain can come up with...

requests— always open! send whateva guys <3

vampyr's note— Thanks for requesting, I hope you're doing okay 🥺 I wanted to get this out as soon as possible just cause I know how it feels when you have those days where you're struggling and nothing goes right. I hope this makes your day a little better and if it does, I'm glad I was able to help! <3 My DMs are ALWAYS open if anyone needs to talk to someone! <3 I want to say that this is my first time having to WRITE a cohesive story instead of small blurbs, so I'm sorry for any bad writing!

word count— 2.0k words, 10.9k characters

as always... gifs aren't mine!

reblogs, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3

(literal husbands ughh) (Vincent speaks through sign language! its easier on me to write it that way) (NOT PROOFREAD)

It was just a day. It was just a week, even. That's all it was. "All you have to do is get through it" is what you kept telling yourself. As you lay in bed in the workshop, watching Vincent work, your chest felt heavy. As if there was some sort of weight that was pulling you down. Your throat almost felt shut closed, as if you were to speak, nothing would come out. Your eyelids felt heavy and your vision grew hazy. You've been in bed all day. You didn't even know what time it was.

One thing about Vincent: if you don't tell him to stop working, he never will. He gets so lost in sketching and materializing those sketches that he forgets to eat and drink water, sometimes even take bathroom breaks. Bo can be heard upstairs, busy with something or someone. The loud thuds of his boots can be heard from downstairs. You sat up from the bed, your hair a tousled mess. Vincent's head snaps towards you almost instantly and his eyes soften at how beautiful you looked. Your hair was a mess but it looked so good, your skin was flushed a bit from all the crying and rubbing at your face, and you sat there wearing Bo's Nine Inch Nails band tee.

Vincent tilts his head at you, something he does a lot. "How did you sleep, beautiful?" He signs. A faint smile graced your lips.

"It... it was okay." You said a bit flatly. You got up and walked to him. Vincent noticed your thigh-high socks that rested up to about mid-thigh. The warmth of the basement really hitting your skin now. Vincent stood on his stool, waiting for you to really cuddle up in his arms like you normally do. But his heart sank a little when all you did was a small side hug and looked at one of the sketches he was drawing.

You were trying to avoid his gaze. You've been like this, this whole entire week. You lay in bed and shut yourself out from your lovers. It's easy to hide your true discontent feelings from Bo, as he tends to get busy with running everything in Ambrose with Lester. But with Vincent, it's a different story. Vincent knows you like the back of his hand. He observes you like a lost puppy. You're fascinating to him. So when you have these weeks, he tries to give you space and offer comfort but, it's truly hard when all you do is push away from him. Vincent watched you walk up the stairs, listening to the soft pitter patters of your feet. He wasn't gonna follow you yet but he knew Bo was gonna get to the bottom of what has been making you feel so bad.

Vincent had always struggled with confrontation and confronting you. Bo was always upfront with you and sometimes had to air out Vincent's feelings so that Vincent's problems would get solved. You never minded it though. You kind of admired the Yin and Yang in them. You loved the warmth of Vincent and the iciness of Bo.

As you walked out into the kitchen, Bo was already there, looking through the fridge. Bo's phone dinged and he looked at the message, tensing his jaw a bit as he looked at you. The message was from Vincent and it very much was a message about you and your recent behavior. "Doll," he says lowly, dragging out the name itself. You turned your head to him, already preparing yourself to mask your emotions completely. You hummed in response as you looked up at the taller man, he looked at you with expectant eyes. You heard approaching footsteps from behind you, once you heard Vincent walk into the room, you knew the jig was up.

Bo carried you and placed you on the kitchen island's countertop. Bo and Vincent now standing in front of you, Vincent's hand holding your left and Bo's hand holding your right. In serious moments like this, Vincent takes off his mask, and Bo's icy-cold gaze softens, and in this moment, it isn't an exception. You knew where this was going and you knew you needed comfort, it was just hard opening up to them. Not because you didn't want to, and not because they wouldn't listen but because you didn't want to waste energy trying to make them understand. You didn't want advice on how to make it better... you just wanted some extra love. Bo cleared his throat, interrupting you and your thoughts. "Doll, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low but very intimate.

Within seconds, your eyes begin to water and your tears begin to blur your vision. Vincent is quick to react as he pulls your face into his chest, shooting a look at Bo. He smells like wax and lavender-scented candles, a smell that smelt like home to you. Bo's thumb ran over your thumb in a soothing manner. The gesture really makes your heart swell as you turn your head to look at him.

"I-I'm sorry guys," You say, tears falling from your eyes, wetting Vincent's shirt a bit. "I know I've been extremely distant but I-" Bo shushes you immediately, stopping you from explaining. He reaches a hand out to you, the hand cupping your chin, his thumb rubbing at your bottom lip. "Now, you don't have to tell us anything, darling. Open up when you're ready okay?" He asks and you nod your head still sniffling. "Pretty princesses like you shouldn't be crying, okay?" You hug Bo next and he smiles a bit. He can't help but think that in moments like these, you're the cutest, so vulnerable and so small. He loves reveling in the fact that he can provide for you like a true man. It's his biggest ego boost. He loves feeling like he and his brother are the only ones on the planet earth that can make you feel good. Once you pull away, Bo stamps a kiss on your forehead. "What would you like us to do for you?" Vincent signs, his face contorted with worry.

Bo carries you off the counter and you cling onto him, your legs wrapped around his waist. He looks down at you and smiles a bit, he walks you over to the living room, as Vincent goes downstairs, grabbing all of your favorite movies and DVDs and grabbing your weighted blanket along with one of your favorite stuffed animals. Bo sits you on the couch and brings you a glass of water. "Drink up, okay baby. I know you probably haven't had anything to drink in a while," he says softly while rubbing your back. It was a true statement, you hadn't really taken care of yourself this week, it was apparent. Your skin was paler than usual, your cheeks were puffy and your lips plump from constantly chewing at them. It felt so good to be taken care of by Bo and Vincent. They were the best at giving princess treatment.

Vincent finally comes up and brings all the things you need. You feel your heart swell as Vincent sets the DVDs down on the table in front of you. He sits next to you, sprawling out the weighted blanket over the three of you as you reach for your favorite stuffed animals. "Now, which movie would you like to watch, sunshine." Bo drawls as he holds up all the DVDs in hand, sprawled out so that you can pick out of your favorites. Once the movie is picked he gets up and puts the movie in as you lean into Vincent's chest. Vincent's arms come over you and he pulls you onto him so that your back is in contact with his chest as Bo sits back down next to you. Bo lifts your legs up and sets them on his lap, his warm and calloused hands, rubbing at your skin and massaging your legs sensually as the movie starts. Every now and then Bo kisses the skin on your legs, truly making you feel pampered with love.

Once the movie comes to a close, you look to your left and see Bo, sleeping already. Vincent's still up though, his delicate hands playing with your hair and making small two-strand and three-strand braids, something that you taught him how to do in the past. "Vince," you call out to him quietly. He hums softly, not stopping the braiding. "What should we do now? Bo's asleep." You say. Vincent looks to Bo and shakes his head playfully disapproving. You finally turn your body to him and Vincent smiles once he sees your face. He leans in for a small kiss, which you gladly return. He tucks some hair behind your ear and smiles more, beginning to hold your face with his warm and intoxicating touch. "Are you feeling better?" He signs to you. You think for a second and you shrug. "I don't know anymore, Vinnie. I still feel really sad." You explain truthfully. Vincent stands up and grabs your hand. "Where are we going," you ask him as he begins to pull you up the stairs.

Vincent leads you to one of the bedrooms. He sits you on the bed and signals you to wait there. You nod in slight confusion, listening to his request. You watch Vincent walk in and out of the bedroom and in the bathroom. Vincent begins to run a bath for you, adding your favorite scents, and bath bombs to the water that consisted of your favorite colors. He adds rose petals to the water and smiles to himself. Vincent always outdid himself when it came to you and your needs, this being a great example. Vincent walks back to the bedroom and tugs on the oversized band tee you were wearing, his own way of telling you to take it off. Once you do, he turns your body so that your back is facing him and very gently undoes the hooks in your bra, as he does so, his lips trail your neck and back very slowly. Once your bra falls flat to the floor he very slowly takes off your underwear and sits you on the bed.

Vincent's eyes trail over your body a couple times but his eyes don't feel predatory. It feels like he's taking in your beauty in its purest form. You were a muse for him, he's seen your body in many vulnerable poses and such and he feels lucky to even say that. "Pretty..." He whispers to himself. He looks up to you with flushed cheeks, "Pretty princesses shouldn't have to undress themselves either." He kneels down to the floor and begins to pull off your thigh highs. Nice and slow leaving kisses down your thighs and legs and doing the same to the other. You feel your heart race and you begin to cover yourself up with your arms to which he shakes his head disapprovingly as he reaches over and retracts your arms to your side. Vincent stands up, pulls his cardigan off, and begins to undress himself. He picks you up and carries you to the bath setting you in gently as he gets behind you. Your back was on Vincent's chest. Vincent hums a small tune as he undoes all the braids and twists that he did in your hair, wetting the hair in the process, massaging your scalp, and leaving kisses all over your back. "There's my pretty girl." You hear from the doorway. Bo walks in and sits on the edge of the tub. "You know you look so pretty right now, enjoying yourself with Vince, right?" He asks teasingly, and you look away from him, feeling so shy under his keen eye. To distract yourself from his gaze you grab the shampoo, getting ready to lather your hair in it. But Bo takes it away from you. "Let me," He starts, "Our pretty doll is not gonna think for herself today, okay? You just sit there and look pretty... we'll take care of you okay?" He says in a loving yet firm voice.

This night was gonna be all about you.

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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Hey, I love your writing 🫶

Please can you write an Eddie angst pleaseeeee.

The idea is that reader has been in love with Eddie for years and when he dies they’re distraught. The gang helps them through all the stages of mourning. Months later they wake up feeling really good so they go to one of the gangs house where they all will be hanging out. They all are acting really off and try to make them leave and then Eddie walks. Reader thinks they’re hallucinating until Eddie starts talking to one the kids and then it dawns on them that their best friends and the person they love have been lying all this time knowing the suffering they’ve endured. An argument and a confession follows, where they try to explain they did It to protect them but reader isn’t having any of it. All they want to do is hug Eddie but they can’t even look at him. They leave on bad terms with everyone. I can’t think of an ending heheh :))

I’m so sorry that request is so long. Thank you so much hope you have a lush day :))

In the back of my mind, you died

a/n: ANON I LOOOOOVEEEEEE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!! YOUR BRAIN IS SO SMART FOR THIS!!!! i'm sorry it took so long my life has been hectic rn😭i'm not sure if i'll be writing a part two to this?? the ending might be fixed/changed cause idk how i feel about it,,anyways i hope you enjoy it and credit to the gif owner! <3

read part two here!

Denial. That's all you've been doing is denying. Eddie didn't die, no. He's just decided to lay low until this whole "earthquake" shit and him being a murderer dies down. That's all he's doing you think to yourself, but that doesn't stop the nightmares of him dying in your arms. Every time you close your eyes you see the exact moment where the life leaves his eyes. You can't escape the horrible memory no matter what you do, you don't want to consider therapy cause how are you supposed to say that the love of your life died in the claws of bats from another dimension? Exactly, you can't.

You appreciate your friends, you do. You love them so much but you wish that they can leave you alone.

“I’m not broken, you know that right?”

Steve looks up from the magazine he's reading on your bed and smiles.

“I know that.”

“So why are you guys on babysitting duty with me?”

He sighs.

“Y/n, we're just worried. You've been ignoring the fact that Eddie-”

“Don't.” you cut him off.

“He's gone y/n. We're not rushing you to let him go, take all the time you need.” he stands up from his spot on the bed and crouches down to be eye level with you.

“But you're going to have to accept it sooner or later, and when you do we promise to all be here for you.”

Tears start to form and you throw your arms around him finally letting go of all the bottled-up emotions you have.

Anger. Pure anger is running through your veins when you see students gathered in front of Eddie's locker. Some are writing mean things, others are leaving sincere notes either way it pisses you off. Nobody in this school liked Eddie! It was always just you and hellfire who stuck up for him, so why the hell is everyone acting as if they care?!

“This is bullshit,” Gareth mumbles next to you.

You scoff. “Tell me about it. He's gone and suddenly the whole town loves him?”

“Like they weren't accusing him of murder weeks ago.”

If there was anyone you knew who was taking his death as hard as you, it was Gareth. Gareth knew Eddie his whole life, Eddie was practically his brother, and the fact that he doesn't even know what happened to him kills you.

“I fucking hate this town.” You whispered while shaking your head when the cheer team leaves a teddy bear in front of his locker.

Gareth chuckles, you take it as a sign of agreement.

“If I could I burn it to the fucking ground.”

You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are red and you're not sure if it's cause he's been crying, or because maybe rick gave him the hookup but you give him a soft smile. You've talked to Gareth before, and you consider him a friend. You glance down at the watch resting on your wrist and look back at Gareth.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

“Hell yeah, let's go.”

You Gareth quickly exit the school and you both try to ignore the heartbreak you feel when you think of how happy Eddie would be knowing his best friends have someone to watch each other's backs.

Bargaining is something you find yourself frequently doing. You toss and turn through the night and look at your alarm clock. The bright red 1:00 taunting you. You let out a quiet tsk and decide enough is enough, quietly searching through your dresser you pick out the first pair of pants and grab the first shirt you see. You open your window making sure to leave it a crack open for you for whenever you sneak back in. You're not sure where you're going yet, your brain is not up to full speed with your body but soon you start recognizing that you're going to Eddie's trailer. Before you know it you're a good distance away from it but you stop in your tracks. Your heart is pounding and it's the first time you ask yourself what exactly are you doing here? We're planning on going to the upside down to find Eddie? Were you even looking for Eddie? Your thoughts are cut short when you see a familiar set of curls hidden under a hat exit the trailer quietly.

“Dustin?”

His body tenses and he turns around slowly to face you. He smiles at you nervously and waves as you take steps to get closer. You weren't supposed to be here, he hasn't even spoken a word to you and the guilt is already starting to eat him alive.

“Y/n! What are you uh, doing here?”

You cross your arms.

“I should ask you the same thing.”

Dustin stood frozen on the porch speechless, his eyes scanning your body trying to find any kind of clue as to why you're here. He wants to come clean and say it but he made a promise, and he was way too scared to break it. He narrows his eyes at you and something in his clicks when he sees the determined look on your face.

“Were you going back?”

“I-i think so? I don't know.”

Dustin mumbles out a Jesus Christ and stumbles over to you, dragging you away from the trailer.

“Are you insane?! What exactly were you gonna do?”

You stop walking, causing Dustin to look at you. His heart sinks when he sees tears falling down your cheeks as you stumble over your words.

“I just want him back Dustin.” you cry out.

Dustin wraps his arms around you and holds you as you cry, his brain is screaming for him to tell you. To just end all the pain you've been feeling but he made a promise. They all did.

He pulls away from you and gives you a sad smile.

“I miss him too, but y/n, you can't risk your life going back in there for something that's not even there.”

“We just left him there Dustin. His uncle never even got to see him.”

The both of you are crying now.

“And that's killing me, but there's nothing we can do.”

You look Dustin in the eyes and you have a strange feeling in your gut that he's hiding something but you're too exhausted to question him. You nod your head, wiping away the tears that fell down your face, and take a deep breath.

“Yeah. Yeah, you're right.”

“C'mon, let's go home. You can ride my bike, my leg is killing me.”

You hum knowing his leg is a bit more sensitive since the incident and agree to take him home.

“I'll walk home after I drop you off.”

“My mom thinks I'm at Lucas’.”

Silence is shared between the two of you as you slowly turn to look at Dustin.

“You mean the Lucas who's practically living at the hospital reading to Max?”

Dustin kicked a rock and mumbled out how it sounded better in his head. You shake your head and chuckle, throwing your leg around his bike and waiting till you felt his hands resting on your shoulders. While Dustin was getting on the bike you took a glance at the trailer that sat behind you two and you could be sworn you saw a figure that you knew all too well.

“You ready?” Dustin asked you. You looked at him then back at the trailer only to be met with nothing. You cleared your throat and nodded your head.

“Yeah, let's go.”

Everyone was worried about you the second Eddie was gone, but to their surprise, you were still up and moving. What they should have been worried about was the third month of his death. Depression hit you like a semi and you couldn't get out of bed to save your life. Everyone would stop by to drop off some food and water only to throw it out the next day when they saw it was untouched. They tried everything to get you out of bed but were unsuccessful every time.

It was midnight now, Nancy was sleeping on the couch in the living room as you rotted away in bed. They usually didn't spend the night but you haven't eaten in five days, to say your friends were worried about you was an understatement. You stared at the picture of you and Eddie laughing that rested on your nightstand when the familiar feeling of needing to use the restroom came back. For the first time in days, you slowly took the blanket off of you and began to sit up in bed. The room spun a little bit but now you were sitting up and looking at your bedroom door.

Go. You thought to yourself. Just go pee and then you can get back into bed. The thought of standing alone was enough to exhaust you, let alone use the restroom. You know you should get up, your bladder was starting to hurt from how long you haven't used the restroom but you couldn't move. You look down at your feet and see one of Eddie's shirts on the floor, it was his favorite, and now it's dirty. It's dirty, it's on the floor, and it was nearly forgotten about until now. The pain in your bladder was getting stronger but you didn't move, you stayed sat in bed looking at the shirt with tears streaming down your face.

Your thoughts are cut short when you feel a sudden pang of pain in your lower abdomen. You let out a gasp and quickly put pressure on it but it only makes things worse. I need to pee. Was the only thing running through your mind. You start to stand up but let out a small cry from how much it hurts.

“Y/n?” You heard Nancy call. You stayed quiet trying to steady your breathing. You take small steps toward your bedroom door, counting down how many you have left to go to the restroom when you fall to the ground. You hear Nancy start to run to you as you cry and clutch your side tightly.

“Jesus Christ, what happened?!” Nancy asks as she rushes over to you. You push her away determined to get yourself to the restroom. You know what she's thinking. You know she probably thinks you're insane at the fact that you could get a kidney infection trying to get to the restroom by yourself cause you're thinking the exact same thing. You curl into a fetal position on the floor, your breathing rapid as the pain gets worse with each passing minute. Nancy decides enough is enough and helps you up while whispering how you'll be okay. She helps you stand up and gently shushes you when you let out a whimper.

“It's okay, you're gonna be okay,” she whispers. She takes you toward the restroom and turns on the bath for you. She makes sure the water is warm before she looks at you, you have your shirt pulled over your legs as you sit on the toilet finally giving your bladder some ease.

“I uh, I'm running you a bath,” she says gently. “If you need help with anything, call me, okay?”

You nod your head and watch as she leaves the bathroom and closes the door, leaving it a little open.

You sigh and slowly get off the toilet, holding onto the wall for support as you flush it. You step into the bathtub with your shirt still on and sit in the warm water. Nancy knocks on the door and peeks her head in to check on you. You both make eye contact and you clear your throat.

“C-can you wash my hair?”

Nancy nods her head and rolls the sleeves of her pajama shirt up. She sits on the edge of the tub and gently strokes your hair as you rest your cheek on your knees.

“There's a cup in the cabinet. Eddie would bring the dog that lived next door and we’d give her a bath.

Nancy makes her way to the cabinet and grabs the small cup, filling it with water and counting down before she gently pours it onto your head. Comfortable silence is shared between you two before she drains the water and grabs a towel. She helps you stand, squeezing out as much water as she could from your shirt before you grab onto her hand.

“Thank you. F-for helping me.”

She gives you a sad smile and wraps the towel around your shoulders.

“I changed your sheets, and there are some clothes laid out for you.”

You hold onto her hand as she helps you out of the slippery tub and onto the cold tile floor. She leads you to her room, closing the door all the way so that you can change out of your wet clothes. You place the towel on the floor and toss the shirt on top of it knowing you'll take it out soon. You slip into the comfortable clothes and sit on the edge of your bed, your hands rubbing over the clean material of the new sheets Nancy changed for you.

Your eyes drift back to the picture that's on your nightstand and you swear that you can hear Eddie's voice in your head telling you to eat something. You hear three knocks on your bedroom door and you're guessing you told Nancy to come in cause now she's leaning up against your door and smiling at you.

“I know it's nearly one in the morning but are you hungry?”

You wanted to say no, you're too tired to eat anything and you just want to lay in bed and sleep until you feel better, but you don't. Instead, you slowly nod your head.

“I think there's still some pizza in the fridge from when Steve and Robin came over.”

Nancy gave you a genuine smile, happy that you finally decided to eat some food. She started to leave your room to reheat the pizza when she heard you call out for her.

“Thank you. Seriously, this whole…healing process hasn't been easy for me.” You clear your throat and send her a small smile. “So thank you, really. You've all helped me so much, I don't know what I would do without you guys."

Something in Nancy shifted, you could tell from the way her shoulders dropped and the small smile she gave you.

“Y/n?”

She wants to say it. She's seen you suffer enough and it's killing her not to tell you everything she knows. It's on the tip of her tongue, she's so close to saying it. You look at her with raised eyebrows.

“You never have to thank us. What are friends for?”

A few more months pass and little by little you start to feel okay, normal even. Is currently Friday, which is movie day at Steve's. It started as a way to get you out of the house but it's blossomed into something more now, you park the car in front of Steve's house and grab the snacks that are in the passenger seat of your car. You hum out a tune and gently kick at the door with your foot. Robin opens the door laughing but quickly stops when she sees it's you.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?”

“Haha, very funny.” you teased. “It’s movie day! Here grab the snacks so I can come in,” you say while dumping some snacks into her arms. She stumbles over words and her feet as you make your way into the house, you throw a hey to everyone and place the snacks onto Steve's counter.

“Geez, why is everyone quiet? Did you guys start the movie without me?” you chuckle out. You turn toward your friends who are sitting on the couch staring at you with wide eyes.

“Jesus, are you guys okay? It's like you've all seen a ghost or something.”

“Thanks for giving me my vest back Steve, I've been dying to see her again.”

Your body stiffens and your blood runs cold when you hear a voice that you've missed for far too long. Your eyes lock with Dustin and suddenly everything clicks. The night you found Dustin at Eddie’s trailer, the way everyone looked at you with guilty eyes, how everyone seemed like they were walking on eggshells when they were around you. They knew. They all knew.

“It's no problem man, I washed like three times- oh shit.”

This had to be a trick. You must've not been over his death yet and now your brain is making you hallucinate him. You slowly turn around to face him and tears instantly form in your eyes. Eddie feels himself freeze under your gaze, feeling like a criminal that's been caught. You shake your head and walk up to him, you raise your hand as if you're going to rest it on his shoulder but you freeze.

“You're not real.” You whisper while shaking your head. You let out a laugh like it's some kind of sick joke and turn toward your friends.

“Please tell me he's not real.”

The lack of answers confirmed it for you. You then turned toward Eddie with tears streaming down your face, but there was fire behind your eyes.

“How long have you been here?”

“Y/n, hear me out-”

“How long?!”

Eddie stays quiet and decides his shoes are much more interesting cause he can't bring his eyes to meet yours. You let out a scoff and look at your friends.

“Okay, since the fucking ghost doesn't want to talk I'll ask you guys. How long has he been back?”

“Ever since you caught me at his trailer,” Dustin spoke up.

You sniffled and nodded your head.

“So did you all know?”

Everyone on the couch nodded their head and Steve mumbled a quiet yeah.

“Was anyone going to tell me?”

“We wanted to,” Mike began.

“That's not what I asked. I asked if you were ever going to tell me.”

Everyone was silent once again and to be honest, you were getting fed up with it.

“you know what?” you chuckled out. “I think I'm done.”

“Done?” Nancy asked.

You grabbed your keys and started to walk toward the door.

“Yeah. With you guys.”

Everyone started to talk over each other and Eddie rushed to stand in front of the door, blocking you from leaving.

“Hey hot shot, just hear them out. Hear us out.” He begged.

For the first time in months, you look Eddie in the eyes, and it feels like you're back at the very beginning.

“Get out of my way Eddie, or else you'll wish you were dead.”

Defeated, he steps out of the way but chases you outside. The sun was no longer in the sky and the dam finally broke. Tears were streaming down your face and you felt arms wrap around you. You try your best to push him away but he's not letting you go.

“Get off of me!” you cry out.

“Sweetheart, please.”

“No! Do you know how fucking miserable I was Eddie?! Did you know that I considered going back to that hell hole to get you?!” you're pushing him now and you catch a glance of your former friends watching you from the window.

Eddie grabs your hands trying to stop you but you twist out of his grasp.

“For months people you love have suffered Eddie! This isn't even about me anymore! Does your uncle know you're back?! What about Gareth and the rest of the party?!”

Eddie shakes his head and tears are forming in his eyes.

“Really?! You're crying, Eddie?!”

“You weren't supposed to find out this way.”

“Then how? How the fuck was I supposed to find out Eddie? Were you going to come to my house with a bouquet of flowers? Were you gonna wait until I tried to go back to the upside-down again?”

Eddie stayed silent. He never really thought about how he was going to tell you, or how you would react. He knew that the more time dragged on the more difficult it would be, but he still had hope.

You saw a tear fall down Eddie's cheek and it took everything in you to not wipe it away. You've dreamt of this moment, you've even prayed for it but this isn't how it was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be happy he was alive, jump into his arms and finally kiss him as you've always wanted to do.

“You know,” you started as you walked to the driver's side of the car. “You may not be dead anymore Eddie,”

You start the car. “But you're dead to me.” you nod your head at everyone gathered by the window.

“They are too. I don't want to see any of you ever again.”

You drove off after that, you weren't sure where you were going, considering all your friends lied to you about something that big. Part of you wants to rationalize what they've done, and you can kinda understand why they did it but you would've never done that to them.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest as you walk up to the front door of the last person you should be seeing. You knock three times and wipe away the tears that are streaming down your face, you look like a mess right now you're sure of it but you don't care.

“Y/n?” Gareth asks with concern. “What's going on, why are you crying?”

“Eddie isn't dead.”

Gareth wants to laugh, but he can't. He won't. The way you look right now, the shakiness in your voice. He wants to think you're joking but what kind of sick person would make a joke about this? He steps to the side and opens the door wide for you, silently asking you to come in. You step inside his home and stuff your hands into your pockets, not bothering to wipe away your tears anymore.

“You've got a lot of explaining to do.”

You let out a humorless chuckle. “How much time do you have?”

Gareth let's out a sigh and hugs you, his hand rubbing your back gently as you cry into his shoulder.

"I've got all the time in the world right now."

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things blurb #stranger things angst #eddie stranger things

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hello! I have a Question about masking. when should we wear a mask? is it only when we feel sick or is it always? is it inside or outside too? if ur vaccinated but were told to only wear when sick is that bad? literally almost no on in any area around me in my state wears one except when sick and I feel unsure what to do. genuinely everywhere I go there’s close to no one. I feel afraid to wear one all the time bc judgement. but what do we need to do? I’m disabled and disability justice is important to me but since no one else wears one my friends do not think it’s needed and thinks comfort matters more bc it’s very humid here. I feel like wearing one is the right thing to do, but idk how to explain that to others or to start again and shake the fear. ppl assume ur sick when u wear bc that’s what we’re taught is the right time to. /gen

Genuinely, ty for trusting me to answer this. If you're outside or inside a public area, or inside with people who don't mask, it's best to be wearing a mask. Even when you don't feel sick! Not only can you have covid without feeling sick, but you can also carry lots of viruses without feeling sick and so can others. (Also other people don't always tell you when they're feeling sick unfortunately.)

As for the question about vaccinations, yeah, that's bad. You were lied to. People who're vaccinated can still spread covid without feeling sick and can still catch it and get long covid or die. All the vaccine does is make you a little safer if you catch it, it doesn't replace masking.

Masking is very scarce in a lot of places, so I understand that. In my area so many people don't mask and it's scary! I also understand being scared of judgement; especially from family and friends. But you're right, masking is the right thing to do and disability justice is important. And masking is especially important if you're already disabled; you're higher risk for covid fucking you up (by giving you long covid or generally worsening your disabilities/giving you more).

Since I've already explained WHEN you should be masking (if you have more questions, ask, I don't mind at all.), lemme see if I can help you out with the rest. To shake the fear, I'd suggest starting wearing your mask when you're alone to get used to wearing it more. You'll probably have to bite it and do it afraid anyway, because its a pandemic and masking is a necessity (if you can), but you can still get ready first.

To explain it to your friends, put it simply. "I discovered the vaccine doesn't replace masking, so I'm being safe." or "I realized masking keeps all of us safer during the pandemic, especially disabled people, so I'm going to keep doing it."

They may argue with you, especially since they may feel bad for not masking. You don't have to argue back with them. You can offer to send them articles about it or explain your thoughts but you don't have to justify masking!

If people think you're sick, they'll probably ask and you can explain or they'll avoid you, which may work to your advantage because social distancing from people who don't mask is good too.

If part of this doesn't make sense or you have more questions, ask me! I'd love to answer and have a lot of info on the subject if you want it. Again, thank you for trusting me to answer and I hope this helps. <3 Stay safe!

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Hi! I don’t really know if this is considered an emergency request so feel free to ignore this since it’s way less urgent compared to other emergency requests.

Recently I have been having problems with asking myself whether or not I deserve an apology whenever I feel offended by my friends. I don’t really know how to word it so I’ll try my best here. I’m that ‘therapist friend’ in my group of friends of 4 (including me) and I always help solve the fights between our group which is mostly the same 2 friends fighting. I’ve never been in a fight with them more than 3 times and those times it barely lasts a day. Out of the 3 of my friends I’m really close to 1 of them (I’ll call her Kay) kay and I often play games together like Minecraft, cod, fall guys, etc. while playing these games she couldn’t talk so i was the only one talking while she was texting me back her responses, at one point she said something along the lines of ‘Jesus you sound like those annoying little kids that spit out a bunch of questions.’ Or something like that. I’ve been very insecure about my own voice and my child-like personality and the doubt in my head that I annoy my friends with my blabbering mouth(my friends don’t know this tho) I just responded with ‘oh’ and stayed quiet for the rest of the call which was silent. I excused myself and just went offline to think. I’m not sure if I was being over dramatic over something so small but that really hurt me and I tried to make it obvious it did hoping she’d approach me about it and tell me she didn’t mean it or basically anything but she never did. She just went about it like it didn’t even happen and I’m too scared to bring it up since it happened already a while ago and it’d be weird to. And this happens sometimes too, it doesn’t happen often nor does it rarely. I just need a second opinion on how to go about this. Could you give me some advice abt this along with sanji and law reacting to their s/o with this kind of problem?

I’m also the same Anon who sent the emergency request abt wanting to die instead of experiencing a loss of someone close, That really helped me overcome that feeling! I haven’t fully but I’m improving! Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day! (So sorry if this whole request is confusing and sorry for all the grammar mistakes)

I’m sorry if this isn’t considered an emergency request so feel free to ignore!

Hi sweet heart! I'm glad you're doing better about wanting to die. don't worry about being fully better. You're getting better, that's all that matters. It's okay to take your time. I'm sorry you're going through this. I sort of know how this feels, I was kind of this person in my group. Unfortunately, I eventually realized that, to those people, I wasn't a friend. Not really, anyway. I was just, admittedly, too afraid of being alone and abandoned to leave them. I suppose that's a pretty common fear. People don't really want to be alone.

Warnings: GN!Reader (I hope, let me know if I made any mistakes on that),

Word Count: 1800

Chewing on your lip, you stared out the window. You deserved an apology for this, didn’t you? After all, it was rude, mean, and hurtful, so it wasn’t like it was an unreasonable request, right? The two of you in particular were pretty close too, so she’d know that she should apologize, right? Even still, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really deserved an apology. Surely you deserved it, you were always solving fights between them and rarely started any arguments yourself, so it wasn’t like you were constantly causing needless drama. It was one apology. If it were any of your other friends, you’d talk to both of them, try to smooth things over, and usually they’d work things out and apologize on their own after that. So being on the receiving end of that meant that you deserved the same courtesy… right? Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if you really did deserve one. What if you were being over dramatic? Or perhaps you were blowing all of this out of proportion. She and the others would be pretty upset if you asked for an apology you didn’t deserve and you really didn’t want to cause a fight. Maybe it would be fine if you waved it off? It’s not like it was a particularly common thing. Yeah, it happened from time to time, but it wasn’t like they were constantly putting you down.

Getting up, you ran a hand through your hair. Maybe a shower or bath would calm you down and help you think. The warm water might help you relax and think clearly and a lot of people did their best thinking in the bathroom. If nothing else, it was worth a shot. Stepping in, you let the warm water soothe you, let it ease the tension in your muscles. Granted, it was hard to get yourself to relax into the water when you were this wound up, but eventually the warmth worked its way into your body, calming your mind. You were always the one solving all the problems, the one the others went to when they needed to talk, the one who helped everyone else, so what were you supposed to do when you were the one who needed help? Needed someone to talk to? Would the others hear you out? Just because you weren’t as close to the others didn’t mean you couldn’t talk to them about this. At least… hopefully. Despite how the water eased your body and calmed your mind, your thoughts still swirled like a whirlwind. You lost track of how much time you spent in the bathroom, how much time you spent trying to work out your thoughts before the water turned cold and you were forced to step out. Putting on some comfy clothes, you curled up on the couch, holding one of the couch pillows close.

Sanji

Walking into the living room, Sanji’s smile fell. The look on your face was so despondent, so downcast. He hated seeing you like this.

“Mon amour, what’s wrong?” the blond asked, kneeling on the floor next to the couch, reaching up to caress your cheek. Looking up at him, you debated on what to say. You really didn’t want to worry him, especially over something so… trivial. He had enough to worry about. Yet the look in his eyes begging you to tell him, to talk to him. The young man was always telling you that you could talk to him about anything, to come to him if you were ever feeling upset.

“Do… Do I deserve an apology?” your heart ached as the words finally left your lips, a look of alarm crossing Sanji’s features.

“Darling, what happened?” Sanji was immediately moving to the couch as he pulled you into his arms. Though he wanted to know what happened, he didn’t care if you were in the right or wrong, you were hurting. Taking a deep breath, you told him about what happened with your friend. Told him what she’d said, your insecurities, your feelings, everything. His hold on your tightened, holding you closer as he listened, one hand running up and down your back soothingly. Once you were finished, Sanji sat there for a moment, simply comforting you as he thought about what to say.

“My dearest love, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You’re so amazing, so kind and caring. You don’t deserve to be hurt like that.” Sanji’s lips met your forehead, making you smile slightly as you snuggled further into him, “Which of your friends is this? Perhaps I can speak to her about apologizing. She should know she hurt you. I doubt she meant to hurt your feelings, but all the same, she did. If nothing else, perhaps you can work things out. Even if an apology isn’t given, perhaps you can get her to understand your feelings. But please, don’t bottle this up, don’t let it eat at your heart." His words made you smile as you nuzzled shyly into his chest. He always seemed to know what to say, what to do. He had a point, at very least, if you could work this out, then it wouldn’t happen again. If you could get her to understand your feelings, understand how hurt you were, if she made sure not to hurt you again, perhaps an apology wouldn’t matter. Her actions would apologize for her, she’d be better and your friendship would be stronger. A thought dawned on you as you glanced back up at him.

“And if she refuses to apologize? If she thinks she didn’t do anything wrong?” you asked worriedly, biting your lip again.

“Then they don’t deserve you and you need new friends, my love.” Sanji said softly, putting his thumb on your lip, forcing you to stop biting it, “Don’t be afraid to leave those who don’t deserve you in an attempt to find those who do. You won’t make real friends if you don’t try. Whether you become better friends with her or you find better friends elsewhere, it’s better to find those who appreciate you.” His words make your heart swell as you rested your head against him, feeling infinitely better. You’d talk to her tomorrow, if all went well, she’d apologize and if she refused, you’d find those worthy of your friendship.

Law

It was a while before Law stumbled into the living room, clearly exhausted from a long day doing rounds at the hospital. The surprisingly young doctor’s brow furrowed as he looked at your dispirited form. Normally you’d greet him with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes you’d have a snack or dinner ready for him, other times, you’d have started a hot shower for him. It didn’t take a genius for him to see that something was very clearly wrong. Taking a moment to think, Law finally pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He said simply, already putting a hand on your head so you’d rest against his collarbone. Swallowing hard, you tried to gather your thoughts. You knew there was no hiding it from him. Of the few times you’d tried, he always knew you were lying and coaxed it out of you sooner or later.

After another moment, you began to tell him what had happened, occasionally stopping as you began to worry that you were babbling again. Each time, Law would tell you to continue, reassuring you that it was fine, even if you apologized for rambling. Of the many things he’d never admit, he actually liked your rambling, liked your babbling and childish nature. It was the yin to his yang. You were bright and sunny, offsetting his rather serious, aloof personality. And while you were bright and sunny, you weren’t annoying about it. You weren’t some bimbo with an empty head who flounced around talking about the most shallow, inconsequential, idiotic things. Not some superficial pretty face with no cares in the world. There was more to you than that. He found you beautiful, yes, and you were bright and you blabbered, sure; but you had more than two brain cells, you weren’t shallow, you cared very deeply. A little bright, cheery, slightly child-like actions were a welcome change in his life.

You soon finished telling him what was wrong, followed by a million apologies for being over dramatic and annoying. After about 10 seconds of apologizing, his hand met the side of your head in a light ‘smack’, though said smack was more like a light tap of his fingers meant to shut you up and stop your endless apologies.

“Stop apologizing, I asked what was wrong and kept telling you to continue. You don’t need to apologize. Your friend’s the one who should apologize. I really don’t care about what happened or why. She hurt your feelings, she made you question yourself, you need to talk to her. Even I apologize if I hurt Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin. She needs to know she hurt your feelings and work it out with you. You realize this’ll just keep happening if you don’t talk about it, right? She won’t realize she hurt you and she’ll just do it again. If you want this to get better, say something, ask for a damned apology. If she doesn’t give you one or says you're overreacting, leave. You need friends who will listen to you and try to understand you, not ones who’ll make you feel bad just for wanting to express how you’re feeling.” Law sighed and tilted his head back. Despite his advice, he really wasn’t good at this. The way he handled things and the way you handled things were completely different.

“What if it starts a fight? What if I lose them? I really don’t want to lose my friends.” you asked, giving him a worried look.

“Then they aren’t friends, they’re people who are taking advantage of you. You really think I treat the others the same way? It’s basic respect to acknowledge a person’s feelings and try to right things. To improve your relationship by being better.” His words weren’t exactly soft or gentle, but as always, you could see right through him. You saw the care and love behind them. You nodded as you took a deep breath, letting him continue to hold you.

“Alright, I’ll try. Just… Please, take that day off. I want someone to comfort me if this starts an argument or they say they don’t want to be friends anymore.” you pleaded, making him nod.

“Of course. Just… just know that if they want to end your friendship over something instead of just saying a few simple words, then they don’t deserve you. It’ll hurt, but you deserve better.” Law said softly, continuing to comfort you.

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parkkiablah · 6 months

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Peaceful for once - pt. 2 (Zevlor x Tav)

part 1 part 3

(Just Zevlor comforting tav after they had a nightmare!)

You probably had barely slept more than an hour when you woke up again. The nightmare you just had made you sit up straight in bed while letting out a short scream.

'Hopefully not loud enough to wake the others', were your first thoughts as you rubbed your face.

Your skin sticky with sweat as the nightmare didn't bring the peaceful sleep you were hoping for.

Your life hadn't been easy since you were on the Nautiloid but the pressure you felt lately to get ready for the worst fight of your life was getting unbearable.

"Are you alright?", you heard a sleepy voice say closeby.

You instantly knew who it was just by his voice alone, no matter how sleepy he sounded.

"Just a nightmare. Sorry for waking you, Zevlor."

He was still sitting on his bed a few meters away, his feet on the ground like he was ready to jump out of bed if you needed him to.

"It's no problem at all. If you want to talk about it, I'm right here.", he said quietly.

In the dark of the room you were glad for your darkvision, as you otherwise would never have the opportunity to see him like this. His hair messily hanging around his face and just seeing him without his heavy armor was something you barely saw before.

Even on the other days he kept his armor on as long as he possibly could and you thought it was just part of him being overly cautious and being ready in case someone attacked us.

The shirt he was wearing to sleep hanging loosely around his shoulders, revealing parts of his skin. Some of the typical tiefling ridges visible for your eyes as well as a scar reaching across his collarbone.

"I don't think its worth talking about it, it's not the first time I've had it.", you responded honestly.

You had similar nightmares for a while now, all related to you not being able to save your friends from whatever enemy you were fighting at the moment.

"Even more of a reason to talk about it if it's not the first time you had it." He wasn't wrong, but you felt silly for being so bothered by simple nightmares.

You let out a heavy sigh as you looked down at your hands.

"I know it's just a nightmare, I just can't help being affected by it. Most of the time I see any of my friends die as I was unable to save them. Tonight it was you who died on my dream, so talking to you actually does help right now."

You weren't uncomfortable telling him, yet it still made you feel weird. Just the thought of him dying in front of you is something you didn't want to experience.

"I'm glad to help with something as simple as talking.", he said, a smile on his face. "You know I owe you my life not just once, you never failed at saving me for sure."

"You give me too much credit for that, I was never alone when I was helping and you were not the only one I was trying to rescue."

"Stop being so humble. You could try saying you just killed the goblins to save Halsin in hopes for a cure, but you definitely didn't just stumble across me back at Moonrise towers. I know the others did tell you about me failing to guide them to Baldurs Gate safely, yet you chose to save me anyways. And yet with all of that you still apologize for simply waking me with your nightmare."

His eyes were on you while he was speaking and you know he was right.

Ever since you met him back at the grove you knew he had a good heart and you kept looking out for him.

Of course you grew fond of the other tieflings too, but there was something about him that always made you feel comfortable.

When you heard of what happened at the shadowcursed lands, you instantly knew something was wrong and you had to find him.

"Well of course I would look for you. I would never forgive myself if I hadn't tried everything."

"I hope there will be a day I get the chance to help you for once as I can't pay the debt I have with you already."

"You saved me from the bad thoughts the nightmare put on my mind tonight, so no debt you would have to pay anyways.", you said as you smiled at him.

"Your whole lifetime would have to be filled with nightmares to even get close to the amount of help I got from you, which is obviously not something I would hope for."

"So you are offering to sleep next to me for the rest of my lifetime?"

You had no idea where you found the sudden confidence to ask this, but you blamed it on how comfortable you got in conversations with him.

"I uh-..", he stuttered as obviously he wasn't expecting that kind of response. He laughed quietly but still looked down and you knew you caught him off guard. "My dear, we both know you could easily find better company for that."

"I would disagree on that.", you told him.

"Can you stop talking now? Some people are trying to sleep here! You can continue flirting tomorrow.", you heard Astarion say from the other side of the room.

"Shhhhh! You ruined their moment!", Karlach whispered and you couldn't help but laugh.

You were really glad for Zevlors lack of darkvision, so you could hide away the blush on your face easily.

Yes, they made that situation as awkward as it could possibly get, but honestly you wouldn't have it any other way.

(I couldn't stop myself from writing some more about zevlor, he seriously has my heart 😭 hope you enjoyed reading it!)

#bg3 #bg3 zevlor #bg3 tav #zevlor #zevlor x tav #zevlor x you

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thepenultimateword · 4 months

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2023 Writing Wrap

All these lists are based on popularity (number of notes) rather than personal preference. These may be familiar to a lot you, but if any of them are something you missed, I hope you enjoy!

Best Snippets of 2023

I didn't write many snippets this year, it was more a year of prompts, but hopefully this new year will be the year of stories!

Absentminded

Nice to Heal You

Claws and Fangs

Cat and Mouse

Lotus

Sweet as Sugar, Sharp as Fangs

Civil(ian) Marriage

Date or Die Part 10

Sea Foam

Old Bones Part 3

Best Prompts of 2023

This year, I wrote 158 prompts (not counting prompt lists). This is the top ten!

Prompt #165:

“Y-you’re not going to kill me?” Scientist said, barely daring to peek out from under the lab table.

“And splatter that big beautiful brain all over the place?” Villain said with a light tsk. “What an enormous waste.”

Scientist could have done without the imagery, but they edged a little further out of hiding. They clung to the table leg, cheek pressed hard enough against the head of a rogue screw to leave a little indent in their skin.

“Then what do want?”

“You. By my side. Doing whatever mad, twisted thing that gorgeous head of yours can think up.”

2. Prompt #148:

“Happy anniversary my love,” the god said, shoving the thief to their knees with little more than a light tap in the center of their spine.

With their hands bound, their balance tipped them too far forward and they landed roughly on their shoulder, a hiss of pain escaping past their gag.

“A mortal?” the other god gasped. “How incredibly thoughtful!”

“It entered my temple in attempts to steal my offerings. I took it as an offering in itself. After all, no mortal would actually believe they could steal from a deity, would they?”

The god’s eyes flashed in the thief’s direction and they shrank against the floor.

It was supposed to be easy! Temples didn’t have guards, so it should have been in and out with no opposition. The gods weren’t supposed to be real!

“[Prelate]!” the second god chimed crisply, summoning a previously unseen servant from the shadows and to their side. “You know what to do. Give it whatever it is mortals need to stay alive.”

3. Prompt #139:

“Why would you help me?”

“I have a weakness for little cute things.”

4. Prompt #217:

Supervillain slowly circled Hero's bound figure.

"Poor little Hero. All alone and no one to turn to. Abandoned by your team, kicked out of the agency..." Supervillain leaned in, the corner of their lip curled back in a wolfish smile. Hero's eyes widened. "What's your next mo--"

Hero surged up and kissed them.

Quick. Warm. Chaste.

Supervillain stumbled back, ears burning. "W-what..." They clapped both hands over their mouth, exclaiming muffled, "What are you doing?"

Hero cocked their head. "You leaned in. Weren't we leading up to the 'join me and I'll give you unimaginable power' speech anyway? I'm just speeding it up a little."

5. Prompt #175:

“Yeees,” Supervillain squealed from the couch, kicking their legs a little before flopping more comfortably onto their side. “Kiss kiss fall in love!”

Superhero lowered their mug to the kitchen table and stared. “What are you reading?”

Supervillain jolted as if just noticing Superhero in the room. Their face flushed, and they clutched their tablet screen-first to their chest. “Nothing. Just a cute fanfiction.”

“Oh?” Superhero rose from their seat and sauntered across the room. “Can I see?”

“No.”

No hesitation. Not even a stutter. The look growing in their eyes became less embarrassed and more feral, like a wildcat ready to defend its territory.

For a moment Superhero could only stare, mouth gaping. “Why not?”

“Because I’m evil. You can’t expect me to share.”

“Come on.” Hero closed in, kneeling on the couch cushions and leaning over Supervillain’s sprawled body. “Just a peek.”

Supervillain rolled on their stomach. “No. No! Stop that! I said no!”

Superhero tickled at the criminal’s sides and neck until they thrashed, tablet thrust involuntarily into the air. Superhero swiftly plucked it from their fingers, plopping down beside them to scan the open page.

“Is this fanfiction…about us?”

Supervillain went beet red. “It’s a good one!”

6. Prompt #140

“Don’t.”

The human froze, wobbling on one foot in front of the control panel. “What?”

“Touch anything,” the alien replied with a low growl, flashing their teeth long enough to show off all 8 extended canines .

The human gave a little scoff but backed up against the ship wall anyway. “From one predator species to another, you’re not that scary.”

7. Prompt #182:

Medic tried not writhe as the the villain finished stitching the gash between their shoulder blades.

“Hush,” the villain said, breaking the thread with their teeth. “It’s all ok.”

It was not. They’d just been attacked and left for dead by their own leader in the middle of a job. They were confused, weak, sticky with blood, and at the mercy of a dangerous criminal. They didn’t even understand why the villain stopped for them instead of continuing their pursuit of the field team. But here Medic was, frozen on the bathroom floor of deadly stranger, hands designed to hurt patching a wound made by hands designed to help.

Medic choked on an unexpected sob.

Hesitant fingers rubbed their back, careful not to come anywhere near the new stitches. How strange to be on the other end of the needle.

“They’ll pay,” Villain soothed and for a moment, Medic hoped it might be true.

8. Prompt #159:

Supervillain hadn’t seen Scientist in months.

After that hero raid on the base, they’d simply disappeared. And no amount of looking had done any good. It hadn’t been hard to guess what had happened; trying not to think about it was another story.

Now here they were. Thin, scraggly, and hollow eyed on their door step. Looking like they might be toppled by light wind.

Supervillain scanned them up and down before opening the door wider. “Have you eaten?”

9. Prompt #181:

“You’re so…” Supervillain trailed, scanning their partner in crime up and down.

“Reliable?” Villain urged eagerly. “Talented? Devilishly attractive?

“…domestic.”

Villain slammed the pan of mini quiches on the stove and flung their oven mitts one at a time at Supervillain’s face. “Well, you weren’t complaining when I packed your lunch last week!”

10. Prompt #184:

Villain blinked at the doll-sized hero on their tabletop, needle brandished like a sword in front of them.

“So is it a shrinking power or…”

“Shut your mouth before I cut you from throat to navel,” the hero said. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll prostrate yourself in surrender now, hands behind your head.”

Villain blinked again, then turned on their heel for the kitchen.

“Where you going, villain? Are you so cowardly as to retreat after a mere glimpse at your doombringer?

“I’m getting a jar.”

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Live-read: The Wheel of Destiny #8, Kerubim.

You can find this article on the Dofus MMO's site, by simply googling it.

A bit of context: this is an article, from the series called "Wheel of Destiny," which focuses on small character studies of various ecaflip characters from the World of Twelve. I won't be doing all of them, just the ones that interest me.

It is my decision to start with this in particular, because of the relatively small size of the article, to test out this... reading liveblogs thing. I hope it goes well, and isn't too boring.

I hate Eca so much it's unreal, just so you know.

To make it more obvious which parts are me, and which parts are the article, while you're skimming the post, I turned on my computer's night mode for making screenshots.

...My sincerest apologies to tumblr's dark mode users, though. I'm sure this is a nightmare for you.

And this is what I was talking about in the previous posts, where I said that, canonically, Kerubim's friendship with Bashi started before the Quest of Two Mornings in Episode 3, Strich Hunt.

Very sad to disappoint, but there does not actually seem to be a Croc Ness monster in the Dofus MMO.

Yet another confirmation of the temple being situated in Amakna. (Besides my own geographical estimations while watching the show, and it literally being there in the Dofus MMO.)

It's a long ass way between the temple, and the swamp, but it is realistically doable for two kids, especially if they have a carriage. (Which Kerubim, being the guy responsible for feeding Ecaflip, does have access too.)

"Five-Cat Monte" is a reference to "Three-Card Monte" which is a real thing.

Glad to know Bashi is also very normal and sane as a kid. Also, very glad that older kids, who give lessons, react to things like this by essentially going "Sure, go die I guess."

God, they are so fucking stupid. Anyway, they are talking about some real landmarks here, all of which are also around Amakna, and seem to be pretty accurate to the in-game geography.

...It feels nice to be right.

...I suppose that, despite its faults, the orphan temple actually gives a shit about its disciples not dying. Color me surprised? Eh, I'm mostly joking. It would be very weird if they didn't.

I will spoil things ahead for you: Ecaflip used magic to make Kerubim look like Atcham.

Bashi's reaction to Atcham being "AAAAH NOT THAT FUCKING CREEPY KID AGAIN 😨". The way he pretty much says, "a ghost?? NO. SOMETHING SCARIER. YOUR WEIRD FUCKING BROTHER."

It all implies., So much. It implies so much. I'm still not over it.

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Pictured: my vision of how Bashi reacted to Atcham, when Kerubim (against his will, unwillingly, and deeply embarrassed) was forced to introduce them to one another.

I like to think that before they began to hate one another, Kerubim's relationship with Atcham was similar to what he had with Patafiks. Except instead of copying him, Atcham would, idk. Threaten to kill himself if he got any friend other than him? Threaten to kill his friends?

Something insane and jealousy-based like that.

I may be that guy who's very critical of Kerubim, and constantly going "Atcham's sad implied backstory this, Atcham's sad implied backstory that," but you don't get reactions like that by simply being extremely bullied.

You get reactions like that by being That Heavily Bullied Kid With 20 Mental Illnesses Who Attacks People With Sharp Objects.

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Pictured: my rough theory of whatever the fuck happened between Kerubim and Atcham in the orphanage.

It is a funny image... that quickly wraps around back to being sad, once you think about little orphan Atcham, who people fucking hate for being a bingus, who has nobody except for his equally-orphaned brother (who doesn't look weird, can actually make friends, and leave him alone, if he wants to. Which he does.) and how at such a young age he got desperate enough to resort to what seems to be violence to protect himself.

Which got him absolutely no help. And also made people look down on him even further.

I think the funniest part of it all is that Atcham as an adult has:

1. The knowledge that hating Kerubim is literally not productive and a weird fucking coping mechanism.

Yet he keeps doing that.

2. A sort of moral compass that's all about protecting and respecting those in the same shit situation as him. (Even if they insult him. He hates that, but he's mature enough to uh.... just shave people against their will about it.)

While Kerubim is like. Still struggling with even saying that he doesn't even hate his brother. Somehow, he's the more emotionally constipated one.

So normal of them.

Anyway,

I think here we can see a bit of the internal growth Kerubim has had, from the time when he was a child, to adulthood.

Joris cannot picture Kerubim being ashamed, or disgusted, by Atcham, despite this article showing him doing exactly that.

It is the reason why I think one of the factors that contributed to Kerubim adopting, and keeping, Joris, was his guilt over whatever Atcham went through, despite how much he likes to say that he doesn't like Atcham.

Joris is different from other kids: small, weird, probably bald. And in any other situation, it's likely he'd develop a complex about it, except his dialogue in the movie specifically implies that Kerubim has put in conscious parenting effort into preventing exactly that.

While it's obvious that Kerubim loves Joris, there are many flaws in his parenting. So him putting a petabyte worth of effort and research into one single aspect of it is... very telling.

Now for a bit of a reach/headcanon: Who's to say that the reason Joris doesn't have many friends, is not Kerubim trying to isolate him from any potential source of shame or trauma? This part, as I've said, is purely speculation/headcanon — but it is an interesting thought.

And Atcham, who was there, and experienced shit like this from Kerubim, is still swayed by Joris's words.

What I think happened between them is that Kerubim, who yearns for societal approval, is afraid of being like Atcham, who is often ostracized and disliked by people for his looks. Besides this, I think Atcham, who was Going Through Horrors, was clingy.

For these reasons, he pushed Atcham away, and it is this betrayal, coupled with Kerubim's advantages in the form of not looking weird and being Ecaflip's favorite, that made Atcham fucking detest him.

What it all means is that Joris isn't necessarily wrong: Kerubim wouldn't hurt Atcham (at least, not unless it's self defense), and what he did was just... trying to save his own skin as kid.

Which isn't exactly malicious.

And I guess Atcham agrees with Joris on Kerubim's incapability of doing harm to him on purpose. Otherwise, he would never be convinced to change his mind.

There is probably a reason for why Kerubim would rather live in a forest, than go back to the temple looking like Atcham. And as I've said, I don't think it's a happy one.

Now think about Atcham doing this his whole life and get sad. Like I just did.

I think that, of all the things, it's most disgusting that whatever happened to Kerubim and Atcham was happening under the watch of Ecaflip, and perhaps even because of him.

I wouldn't put it past him to orchestrate their hatred for each other for fun. Or because he wanted Kerubim all alone, to himself.

I also find it interesting, the way Ecaflip says "once more" here. Implies that it used to be a normal thing for him. I suppose my guesses of Kerubim being disliked by other kids due to Atcham may have some merit.

And god, it makes me so, so sad.

He cares enough to intervene when Kerubim is about to die, which goes against his own rules, but not when it's about his kids' life being fucking awful.

...Maybe Oropo was right.

Do we know if Ecaflip's emotions are even genuine? He is the narrator of this story, after all, and he could be lying. He puts Kerubim in danger many times. Many. Just for fun and his own amusement.

I will take Ecaflip's narration as a straight-forward one, — that he really is feeling these things, but it still reads as manipulation, even if he is doing it for "Kerubim's sake". He's not a good father and never will be one, and these are very cruel lessons.

I will be real, their relationship disgusts me to my heart <3 Amen.

And now we know why Kerubim is... like that. And why his parenting is so overbearingly sweet, controlling, and obsessed with making sure Joris knows he adores him and adores him back.

Perhaps, despite everything, Atcham was the luckier one for not having Ecaflip's "love" the way Kerubim did, but honestly, I feel both of them had it equally shitty.

A true "would you rather sit on an anthill or sit on a cactus" choice.

#wheel8 #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #atcham crepin #kerubim crepin #Youtube #still hate that tumblr automatically adds this tag to posts that have videos in them but whatever.

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gagad · 6 months

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Your top 5 fav dl boys skip kino cuz we know he is 1 and yuri too!!

Girl, why didn't you allow me to express my feelings towards Kino and Yuri ha?🗿 Look, if you see someone running towards you with a knife, you should know that it is ME, not someone else lol

1 Ayato 🥺🥺

Oh sure, who doesn't love him? He's kind and funny, You can't imagine how much I love him, Some say he's selfish. Guys, you don't know anything about Ayato. He's the cutest. Look at him. He forgave his mother after everything ,Do you believe that? And in young blood they left him alone fighting ,ayato was on the brink of death he always ready to die for his family and yui wow i hope he was my friend ilymybitch

2 Yuma

Of course, of course, I love Yuma, he's my favorite Mukami😔, how can I not love him when he's hot as hell, after all I love him because he's always ready to help others and how he took care of lilAzusa😭😫 when they were young, his memories with Shu and Luck was the best thing in DL,I love u ma bigboy.

3 Reiji

Now it's time to talk about daddy 😈, guys Reiji may seem evil and Mean, but he is definitely the best big brother for me, look at him he takes care of his family while as he said "I can go if I want" but he stays and takes charge of his crazy family how can he handle the triplets ? I know that what he did to Shu and Yuma was bad, even worse, but he also has a wonderful side🗿 He reminds me of my sister ilove u daddy 😃😘.

4 Shu

Well, guys, I used to love Shu, but after Youngblood, I don’t know, I felt that my feelings towards him changed (I know, you will say that Reiji did worse and that Kino is the embodiment of evil in DL), but to me that was unexpected. It was more like betrayal. He left Ayato alone. You will say It's a plan but HELL NAH, its really something different from him ,oh I remember one time he told Yuma that he was the one who burned his village of course he didn't lol that was the kindest thing he did, , he's kind I think most of the fans love him for that you know like quite and handsome anyway ily my sleeping beauty .

(I know you said boys, but I liked to choose Yui I'm dumb I know it)

Yui

Yui is my babygirl, I hope she was my girlfriend, I'm serious I want to marry her💗💗, Yui is the cutest girl I've ever met in my life 😫 💗 The most amazing, the cutest, pure bitch, the way she treats diaboys when she does that and "gives me her calm reaction" I really want to eat her 😭😭😫 She's the cutest in all DL She makes all the girls lesbians 😔🔪 Oh my god she always forgives others when they hurt her, but my favorite is when she loses her mind 😈and tries to kill them🔪😔 I reallyfuckin love u my princess.

#diabolik lovers #diahell #reiji sakamaki #ayatosakamaki #sakamaki shu #yuma mukami #yui komori #ask #answer #she was like GIRL WE KNOW YOU LOVE KINO AND YURI SO SHUT YOUR MOUTH #and i was like HOW DID YOU KNOW I NEVER MENTIONED IT #okay i can't believe i wrote all of this shit you know I'm not kind of that person #I'm sorry You guys may not understand anything that I'm saying because I'm really not the person who can express his feelings #fuck

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captain-mj · 1 year

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I love your backrooms story! The panic! The mystery! May we have a morsel more, please?

Hope your day is lovely <3

Part 3 for backrooms! Previous part here

Soap woke up every day for the next week with a new mission. Which was to get through the day with his radio right next to him and wait for news. Either from Ghost or Alejandro.

It was slow going. Alejandro was gone most of the time. And there was so much silence on the other side of the radio. Occasionally, he'd get something. Snippets of sounds. A static with some... not quite words, but something similar.

Breathing across the line. He hoped it was Ghost, but most of the time, it didn't quite... sound right.

Soap sometimes whispered back to try get a response but that usually resulted in the radio cutting off, as if it knew he was trying to reach him.

The void between them felt heart wrenching.

Then, Alejandro came with news.

"They're allowing us in for a while. Just long enough to try to find your guy." He looked at Soap when he said that. Soap appreciated it.

My guy.

Ghost plagued him. He had plans to tie him up and not let him move out of his sight for a while.

Maybe never left him out of his sight.

Alejandro had no hand in what happened afterwards, in just as much of a new state as them. Soap and Gaz both pretended not to notice Rodolfo and Alejandro holding hands, holding so tight their fingertips were white.

Price stayed in the back, holding his gun. He eyed the government officials, all with covered faces with bigger guns, with growing suspicion.

Soap never thought he'd see the day that he wasn't the one least trusting of authority. But he'd let them poke and prod him and do whatever they could if he could just get Ghost out of whatever hell hole he was in.

So when it was as simple as wearing a fucking throat mic and walking through a door, he wanted to start yelling at them. Why the fuck couldn't they do this earlier?

"There's no real map. The place doesn't make enough sense for a map, you understand?" The woman in the mask ordered. "You could end up almost anywhere. Miles apart. In the rooms right next to each other. It's not going to make sense until you get to the next floor. Floor 1 is a fucking bitch." She crossed her arms. "You'll be able to communicate and the device on your arm will help you find exits, but its not easy."

Soap looked at the watch on his hand. Not a digital watch. A regular one. "What the fuck do you mean it'll help?"

"Easy. The little hand points to the exit. Nothing beats it." She didn't sound amused. "Absolutely nothing... Anyway, just follow the little hand."

"And Ghost?"

"Hope he's managed to get to Floor 2."

"That's it?" Gaz looked at her. "That's all you can do for him?"

"Yep. You're going to hope you can find him." She nodded. "That's it. Don't worry, he's not dead."

"How do you know?"

"Things that die there come back. They just may not come back right. He's a capable soldier from his file. I'm sure he'll be fine." She waved her hand. "When you first go in, you may be separated. The mics you have will let you talk. They're made for the backrooms, unlike the radio your guy has."

There it was again. Your guy.

Soap blinked and she was done with whatever she was saying and he was being shoved through the door.

Johnny MacTavish finally understood what Simon had meant by infinite. The hallways were... odd. Yellow and stretching out for miles.

He was alone.

His earpiece came on.

"Soap, sitrep?"

"Alone but solid, sir."

"Fuck. That's all of us." Alejandro growled. "Try to get in touch with Ghost."

"Yes, sir." Soap grabbed the radio he had held with white knuckles the entire time. He turned his mic off so they couldn't hear him. "Ghost."

Nothing.

"Ghost. Are you there?"

"Soap." He sounded rather hoarse.

"Ghost, are you okay there?"

"Here."

"We're in the backrooms with you."

"What the fuck is a backrooms?"

"The place we're in. Sorry, I wanted to keep you updated but you're hard to get a hold of." Soap started walking. He checked his watch. "Are you still in the yellow hallway place?"

"I found an exit. Kinda. It's a hole. I've been camping here."

"Smart, smart. Are you..."

"You're here. Why are you here? You shouldn't be..." Ghost sounded upset. "You should leave."

"Can't. I wasn't paying attention when they told us how to escape. We're going to have to find the others."

"You're an idiot, Johnny." Ghost sounded... small. Soap didn't like that. He didn't like that one bit.

"Listen, we have a way of getting out, okay? Just trust us buddy. I'm going to find you."

"Johnny. How do I know you're real?" Ghost's voice turned cold. "There's things here. Things that mimic faces. Voices. Parrot things back at me. Is that what you are?"

Soap frowned. "Ghost, how long do you think you've been here?"

"Months. Years. My whole goddamn life. Eons. I don't fucking know. How the fuck do I know you're real? How do I know any of you are real?"

"Simon. You've been alone a while. It does funny things to people's heads okay? I want you to stay put. I'm going to find you."

Ghost turned his radio off.

Soap sighed and gave a report to Price who just gave him an affirmative.

"Everyone find your exits." Price ordered. "Try not to use the radio too often. We're probably being listened to."

Soap didn't like that one bit.

Even with the watch, he walked for a while before even seeing a hint of anything.

It was a hole in the wall with bits of chair near it.

"Fucking hell."

Bullets were all over the floor and Soap took one glance at it before knowing they came from Ghost's gun. He picked up a handful and started to walk. He followed the stupid watch and he felt like he was going in circles.

Until he realized, that yeah, he was going in circles. The exit was apparently right there.

He spun around, looking at the area around him to try to see.... anything.

Soap looked down at the floor, noticing a stain. It was so faint, barely even a change in color from the carpet.

Soap got on his knees and started to scratch at it. The carpet ripped under his hands and as he looked underneath it, he saw there was no floor. But a few feet below, there was water. It looked bright, not as artificial as where he was, but it was different than where he was.

So Soap did the only thing he could.

He jumped down.

The water felt pleasantly warm as he splashed down. He looked around to find out how to escape. It took him a moment before he managed to get out of the water.

Soap stood up and went to slip his wet clothes off before realizing it had all dried as soon as he got out. He dipped his foot in and pulled it out, watching the water dry as soon as it left the water.

Fucking bonkers.

Soap looked at his watch, seeing that it was now spinning wildly. He sighed and brushed it off.

"Soap!" Rodolfo called to him, though Soap didn't see him.

Soap went to follow his voice before pausing. Something felt off.

How do I know its you

"Soap!" Rodolfo called again, though this time, it didn't.. sound quite as right. It was like the tone was just... a tiny bit... wrong.

"Soap." He sang and it deepened, shifting to a copy of Price's.

Johnny grabbed his gun and started to back up.

"Johnny." Ghost called and Johnny put his gun up.

What... What the fuck...

That wasn't actually Simon's voice. It sounded wrong.

Johnny felt such a visceral panic through his entire body. His chest started to heave.

He turned on his mic. "Guys."

Quiet.

"Guys." This was unprofessional. He shouldn't be talking like this. He should be...

Soap was alone.

Soap was very very alone with something he didn't understand.

A woman's voice from deep within the rooms.

"johnny..."

#johnny soap mactavish #john price #captain john price #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #backrooms cod

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daddycassie · 2 months

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Can you write me a fanfic where barb looks after me bc I'm infected with the flu

Alot of cuddles and TOOTH CRUMBLING FLUFF

🩷

Let Me Take Care of You Sweety

Pairing: Barb Azure x Fem! Reader, 516 words

Warnings: Sickfic, tooth-crumbling fluff <3

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The second you show a single symptom of being even just possibly sick, Barb Azure is at your side, feeling all over your face for heat.

“Baby, you’ve got a fever” She’d say, looking at you with a soft expression.

She’d order you to rest. If you try to get up she won’t hesitate to force you back down on the bed — she’s actually pretty strong despite how she looks.

Lil bit of tough love.

“You ain’t gettin’ up from this bed sick, long as I live.” You think she’s sweet, but also VERY dramatic.

The rest of the covey is worried about you because Barb acts like the world is going to end as she scrapes together what she can to make you some soup.

Lucy Gray comes into your room a couple times a day for as long as your sick and either sings you a song or talks to you a bit, but if she notices you look tired she’ll leave you alone to sleep.

Maude Ivory brings you things. Toys, treats, trinkets, she thinks it’ll heal your ailment. She’d also try to cuddle you but Barb Azure put a stop to that real fast

“You’re not gettin’ sick too. Scoot!”

Tam Amber mysteriously, somehow, gets and brings you medicine. You’d stare at him in shock while he walks out.

Cc brings you flowers to your bedside. It’s sweet and all, but it definitely makes you feel like he’s treating the flu like you’re about to die.

Barb Azure spoon feeds you soup, it’s very starchy with some carrot in it. You’d offer her a smile.

“You got salt for me?”

She’d blush and shrug sheepishly.

“I thought it was only fair that your food has a bit of flavor. Ya don’t feel good sweety.”

You thank her, and eat the soup — the warmth is soothing.

When you find yourself aching Barb rubs your back, giving you a gentle, soothing massage. She’s clearly concerned, mumbling.

“My poor baby.” “I’m sorry honey.” “That’s it, you’re okay.”

You fall asleep peacefully… to a very odd dream.

Something about a mouse, the games, and somebody named Ida? You had no idea who that was.

You wake up in a cold sweat, forgetting where you are.

You shiver, swearing. Barb Azure and her sixth sense — she rushes in and holds you, assuring you it was a dream.

You cling to her while she tries to help you feel warm. It was an odd feeling for you — shivering in spring.

If you get a headache, you’ll notice the whole house becomes very, VERY quiet, it’s actually really unnerving.

Barb Azure claims she most certainly had nothing to do with it be she absolutely did and you both know it.

Overall — Barb Azure can be a bit overbearing, but she’s a very loving partner and she’ll always do her best to take care of you no matter what.

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Note: This is my first time writing a fic for Barb, I like how it turned out even if it’s not the longest thing I’ve ever written — I adore Barb Azure and I want her to take care of me like this too tbh 💛

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed 😚 I’m going to open requests again after this one!

#tbosas #wlw #gay girls #sapphic #lucy gray baird #Clerk Carmine #Tam Amber #Barb Azure #barb azure baird #Barb Azure Baird x Reader #Barb Azure Baird x Fem! Reader #lesbian #sickfic #Maude Ivory Baird #Request

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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Can I maybe get a HC or one shot for human! Chucky x reader where the reader is quiet and kinda mean but he can’t help but want to get to know them? Afab fem or GN reader please <3

I love your writing so much and I hope you’re doing well thank you for sharing your talent with us :)

Yeah I can do that! And thank you so much <3 I love and appreciate all the support I get from all of you guys! I'm glad that I can share my work with you all!

Charles Lee Ray with a quiet and mean S/O:

Warnings: Charles shows signs of obsessive behaviors, jealousy, suggestive themes

"Get lost, Charles," you spat. You never really seemed to talk, but damn when you did it had him aching for more. He had seen you at this bar about five times in the past month, and each interaction he had with you seemed to be better than the last. Even if you were rather rude to him. What could he say? He liked the fiesta ones.

"Oh c'mon toots, y'know ya wanna get to know me more," he spoke with a smile as he leaned in a little closer to you. You didn't move, nor flinch away from him. You just rolled your eyes and continued to pretend to be uninterested. Even if you were just as interested in Charles as he was in you. You were just too scared to admit it.

"Don't call me that," you spoke again, and that only made his smile grow wider. "What, Toots? Fine then, dolly." He snickered, and you glared. God, he knew he was in for something good with you. Raising his hands to the side of his head as if to show he was unarmed. "Woah, no need to kill me with your looks there, honey. Though I do have to say, you do look to die for." You had to admit, the attention you were getting from him was enough to make you swoon if you weren't as stubborn as you were. "Whatever." "Oh c'mon, could ya just give a poor sinner a chance? I ain't to bad, y'know?" He hummed, leaning his elbow on the bar. Resting the side of his head in his hand.

"What is there to know?" You questioned, and he sighed. "Well, we could start with your name? I'd like to know whose name I'm saying in bed later tonight?" "In bed? Like by yourself, with nothing but your hand and imagination." You shot back, rolling your eyes once more. Eyes fixed in front of you. "Damn, you're somethin' else aren't ya?" A moment of silence came between the two of you, and you decided it was enough. "Well," he stared with hopeful eyes. A wolfish grin slowly spread on his lips. "I need to get home." "I can drive you?" He offered, and you shook your head. "My rides outside, maybe next time." You told him, patting your hand on his shoulder. "And as for my name that you'll need for later," You spoke, lowering your voice, noticing the way he stared eagerly back at you. Leaning your head closer to his a bit. "It's none of your concern." He let out a breath he was holding in. God, you were a pain in his ass, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. Eyes fixated on you until you disappeared out the door.

Four days went by before Charles saw you again. He was antsy to find you. He knew you were something that he wanted, and one thing about Charles. He always gets what he wants.

The next time he saw you, you weren't alone. You had a guy with you, and truthfully, he felt a little betrayed. He had let the thought of you playing hard to get consume his mind. You were all that was on his mind lately anyways. Your body, your voice, the rude and unforgettable things you say to him. Your perfume that he caught a whiff of your guys' last encounter. It was something he had never smelt before, he swore it was some sort of spell.

His eyes were one of the first things you noticed as you sat at the bar with your date. Charles was across the bar from the both of you. Staring at you with a look that you'll never forget. He looked betrayed, angry, insane. It made you shudder. Your date squeezed your waist a bit as he glanced down at you. "You alright?" You stared back at Charles for a moment longer before looking over at the man beside you. Shooting him a warm smile with a small hum, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Charles couldn't take it anymore. Gritting his teeth with his fists clenched white. He couldn't believe you. You were his and no one else's. Even if you didn't know it yet, he would have you. One way or another.

When you looked back to the other side of the bar, Charles was gone. Your plan didn't really seem to work as you intended it to. The look in his eyes was the only thing you could think about until the next time you saw him, nearly a month later.

"No boy toy today?" You perked up hearing his voice while you stood next to the wall near the bar. You hadn't seen him for a while and were actually a little excited to see him, but you could tell he was still quite upset with you. Biting back a smirk that threatened to show. "Why, you jealous, Charles?" You asked, letting the smirk show a little. Drawing his name out in a flirting manner, you could see the spark in his eyes when you did so. "Were you trying to make me jealous?" He asked back, taking a step closer to you. "Because it worked. I couldn't help but think about how I could treat you better than that bastard." You smiled faintly at his comment. Could he, now?

"Oh really? Are you always this cocky?" He let out a low chuckle at your comment. Placing one arm on the wall above your head, the other reaching up to trace your jaw bone. "Only with babes like yourself," that was a lie, but you'd learn later on down the road that being cocky was just one of his main personality traits.

You stared back at him, collecting your thoughts while you thought about what to say next. "How would you treat me better?" He smirked, you took the bait. "Well, for starters, I wouldn't take someone as fine as yourself to a bar as a date. I think you're more of a dinner girl, maybe a picnic under the stars if you don't like crowds and attention." He told you, fingers dropping to run across the skin of your neck. Eyes darting from his fingers to your eyes.

"I'd give you the night you deserve, and be sure to end it with you having the time of your life. I'm sure he didn't even make you feel good, did he? Did you fake the whole night with him? Cry out his name to make him feel good about himself?" He asked you, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. The look was showing in his eyes again. A chuckle left his chest when he felt your pulse. "Did he make you feel good, toots?" "No." That was all he needed to know. Leaning down to brush his nose against your neck. "Do I scare you?" He asked, he wanted to know. "No, you intrigue me." His hand moved down to rest on the base of your neck, smiling.

By the end of the night, you had told him your name, and it gave him a sense of victory finally having that in his grasp. He complimented it, making you smile. He offered that date to you as well. A time he promised you would never forget, and oh. Was he happy when you agreed to it. You had walked into a relationship that you weren't backing out of any time soon. Chucky, as you would soon gain the privilege of being able to call him, wouldn't be letting you go anytime soon. Because once he got a taste of you, he decided you were damn too good to let go.

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