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bookworm551 · 11 months

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A Few More Minutes | Neteyam x gn!reader oneshot

A/N: I took a month off and cut you bitches some slack. Tell a friend to tell a friend…I’m baaaack (but seriously, sorry I haven’t been posting like at all.) I’ve been working on a lot of stuff, but I’ve just been hitting wall after wall with each of my WIPs, but I read a poem on TikTok the other day called “Would I?” By Orion Carloto in her collection “Film For Her” and this little story popped right out of my head fully formed like Athena, so I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of death and grief, mostly just fluff tho

Words: 2.3k

There was a comforting sense of consistency to your mornings. Every day, as Eclipse would end, the clan would collectively begin to stir, shaking off the remnants of sleep to start the day anew. Everyone was ready to manage the work that helped maintain the balance and livelihood of the clan.

It used to be that you were ready and willing to rise at the first sign of light to get things done. Now, you felt as though the end of Eclipse was a cruelty meant to pull you away from the warmth and comfort pressed against you.

Neteyam always woke up before you. You were never sure how long he would lie awake next to you, but every morning without fail, when you began to stir, he was already waiting for you to open your eyes. Many times, you were roused by his subtle movements—his fingers brushing against your cheek, kisses against your forehead, his body turning to press against yours.

That morning, it had been his arm around your waist pulling you closer. You were dimly aware of the small space between you and blindly followed his gentle prompting to curl up at his side. With your eyes still closed, you rolled over and reached your arm across his torso and pulled yourself closer to him.

Your head rested on his chest as his arm wrapped around you. His slow, steady heartbeat was lulling you back to sleep as his fingers gently stroked your back. You were at the cusp of unconsciousness when his deep voice broke the silence, "You need to wake up."

You groaned softly as you pulled yourself as close to his body as possible, one of your legs moving to rest on his. He was so warm, and you were so comfortable that you once again felt spiteful towards the sun for emerging yet again. "I am awake," you murmured, your voice raspy with sleep.

Neteyam gave a little huff of amusement and hummed. "I will know when I see your eyes," he countered. You gave another soft groan. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy. You tried opening your eyes, but Neteyam's gentle touch and steady heartbeat made it even more difficult for you to shake yourself from your sleepiness.

"I am awake," you repeated, though you knew he wasn't going to let you get away with it. He didn't respond for a moment, and to your disappointment, his hand stopped caressing your back. His lips pressed against your forehead before he muttered, "You have to prove it."

You buried your face into his neck in protest. He chuckled softly, and you felt him press another kiss to your temple. "Come on now," he whispered, his lips right next to your ear. "You need to wake up." You heaved a large sigh and grunted in defiance.

In response, Neteyam brushed his fingers over your cheek. You could feel a subtle smile form on your lips as he traced the edge of your face and down your jaw. His fingers curled under your chin, gently tilting your head up to face him, and he pressed his lips to yours. It was a soft kiss, a lazy one, but you loved it. The hand on your back gripped you a little tighter, and your own hand that was draped over his torso slowly slid up his chest to cradle his face.

This was the surest way to wake you up. It didn't matter how long you had been together or how many kisses you had shared, his lips against yours always made your heart beat a little faster and your breathing quicken a little bit. And if his hands would begin to roam across your body, well, you weren't falling back to sleep.

You pulled apart gently, and you managed to slowly open your eyes to look at him. You had to blink a few times for your vision to clear, and when it did, you could see Neteyam's handsome face gazing down at you with a soft smile.

"There you are," he murmured as his fingers began brushing up and down your back again. You returned his smile and traced your thumb over his cheek. "I told you I’m awake," you replied, sleep still evident in your voice. He hummed in amusement as he look down at you in adoration. "So you did."

You took a minute to admire his face and to appreciate this moment between you. Waking up like this made you dread actually getting up every morning. If you could lay like this for the rest of your life, you would. You cursed the sun for forcing you to leave Neteyam's side every day.

With that thought, you closed your eyes again and rested your head back down on his chest. "Let's stay like this forever," you pleaded quietly. He chuckled at you and pressed his lips to your forehead again. "If only we could," he mused. "But we can stay like this for a few more minutes."

You smiled at your small sense of victory. Under your ear, you could hear his heartbeat again, and your head moved gently with the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers still moved gently over the skin of your back as your breathing eventually began to match his own.

***

In the afternoon, when the day was at its hottest, the clan collectively took time to rest for a small period of time. Some slept, some socialized, and some attended to some easy chores. For you, it didn't matter so long as you were able to spend that time with Neteyam.

You were sitting on the floor as you braided vines into rope when Neteyam finally walked in. You greeted him with a smile and said, "There you are. I haven't seen you all day." He poured himself some water from a basin you kept and replied, "I have been out with my father all morning."

“Doing what?” You asked curiously. He shrugged. “Some scouting,” he replied. “We spotted some smoke in the distance and went to see what it was. There are more Sky People setting up near the southern end of the forest past the river.”

He took a drink and sighed before coming over to sit behind you. Wrapping his arms around your body and pressing a kiss to your neck, he asked, "And how have you been today, my love?" You smiled and let go of the half-finished rope to rest your arms over his. "Horribly lonely without you," you responded dramatically.

Neteyam chuckled in amusement at your theatrics and placed another kiss on your neck. He had been out in the sun all day, and you leaned back against him to enjoy his warmth. "I went hunting with your brother and a few others," you added. He hummed in interest and asked quietly, "Who brought back the most?" "I did," you stated smugly. He hummed again softly and mumbled, "Of course you did."

You turned your head to get a better look at his face. His eyes were closed, and he had a gentle smile on his lips. "Are you tired?" You asked, noting his sleepy expression. His little smile grew just a bit wider as he opened his eyes to look at you again. "A little," he admitted, "but I don't want to sleep. I just want to spend time with you."

You smiled as he kissed your neck again. Turning around, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and moved to sit on his lap. His hands rested on your thighs as he gazed up at you lovingly. “You are so clingy,” you told him as you rested your forehead against his.

He chuckled and replied, “Yes, I am.” You rolled your eyes at him, but he tilted his head up to meet your lips, and you couldn’t help but melt into him. There was no urgency to your movements. His hands lazily moved up from your thighs to wrap around your torso while you exchanged slow, drawn-out kisses.

You cherished these moments, the few minutes you had to be alone together with no expectations or obligations. Some days, you would both spend time with his family or your family, sometimes with friends, but you both preferred the privacy of your own space to relax for a while before attending to any more work that needed to be done.

Outside, you heard the sounds of others slowly grow louder and busier, indicating that the collective resting time was nearing its end. You felt a jab of disappointment having only spent a few minutes with Neteyam, and soon, you would be expected to go out and continue your day until Eclipse.

Neteyam could sense what you were thinking, and he broke apart from your mouth for a moment. “We don’t have to go out yet,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against yours. “I know,” you whispered, “but we can’t stay in here forever.” He huffed a small sigh and pressed another gentle kiss to your lips. “Just a few more minutes,” he told you.

You hummed thoughtfully for a second as he proceeded to kiss you again. “Okay,” you conceded with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.”

***

The day Mo'at died, the whole clan grieved. Being tsahik meant that she had been the mother of the clan, the bridge between Eywa and the people. She had passed in the early morning, which allowed time for the Sullys to mourn together and prepare her body for the burial.

In the late evening light, the clan was gathered around the hollowed out roots of the tree where Mo'at's body now rested. Leaves and pedals were scattered over her as you all stood with a single woodsprite in hand. It was tradition that the closest relatives of the deceased lower their sprite first.

First, Neytiri stepped forward, her face contorted in grief as she fought back her tears and placed her woodsprite on her mother. After her, Jake placed his own sprite down into the grave, and when he stepped back, Neteyam let go of your hand to release his sprite as well. His face was poised and composed as he stepped back to take your hand again.

When the rest of his siblings had lowered their woodsprites, you were next. You gave Neteyam's hand a quick squeeze before stepping forward to lower the spirit in your hand to rest onto Mo'at's body. As you moved back to stand next to him, the rest of the clan came forward to follow suit.

The funeral rites moved quickly, and after the sun had receded behind the planet in the sky, you found yourself back in your private tent alone with Neteyam. There was a heavy silence that had settled over the two of you. Neteyam was sitting cross legged on the floor staring absently at nothing in particular. You had brought a small platter of food back to share in private rather than with the rest of the clan as you usually did.

"You should eat," you told him gently, placing the platter down in front of him. Neteyam didn't even look down at the food, he just shook his head and replied quietly, "I am not hungry." You watched him carefully for a moment, felling conflicted on whether or not you should push for him to eat.

You raised a hand to hold his cheek and carefully turned his face to look at you. His eyes met yours, and you could see the exhaustion that weighed on him. All day, he had been perfectly composed in front of the whole clan, but now, he had dropped the act and was finally displaying the grief he was feeling. It broke your heart.

"I know this is hard, Neteyam," you said softly, "but you need to eat, just a little bit." He seemed to study your face for a moment, and a tiny, sad smile pulled at his lips for just a second before he squeezed his eyes shut and took an unsteady breath. When he opened them again, his eyes were shining with tears, and he brought a hand up to wrap around your wrist. "I don't know what I would do without you," he whispered finally.

His words made your chest ache, and your eyes were immediately filled with tears. "Don't think about that," you told him as you pulled him into a hug. "I am here now." He buried his head in your neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. It wasn't long before his breathing became unsteady and his shoulders began to shake.

You wished with your whole heart that you could save him from this pain. You felt completely powerless to help him. Mo'at had been old, yes, and it came as no surprise to anyone that she had passed, but no amount of time or preparation could save one from the suffocating effects of grief. Of course, you also mourned for Mo'at as well, but for you, she was the tsahik, a leader. For Neteyam, she was a grandmother, his family. Your own grief was nothing compared to his.

You continued holding Neteyam as he wept quietly into your collarbone, and you cried with him. Neteyam so rarely displayed this level of vulnerability with anyone, but you were his safe space, the one who knew everything about him. There was no one in the world he trusted more, and he loved you with his entire being.

You weren't sure of how long you stayed there like that before your tears ran dry and Neteyam's breathing steadied. Your hand rubbed up and down his back slowly in an effort to soothe him. There was a delicate silence that had settled over you both, and neither one of you wanted to break it.

After a time, you asked softly, "Do you want to go to sleep?" Neteyam didn't respond for a moment, but then, he whispered, "Can we just stay like this for a few more minutes?" You nodded and placed a light kiss on his shoulder.

"We can stay like this forever."

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soliarus · 9 months

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Thoughts Of You

-fluff, hangover, dahyun acting like a hopeless lesbian!! implied relationship

: hangover or not Dahyun's mind never ceases to stop racing, especially about you

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non-idol!dahyun x fem!reader

Through the open window, a soft breeze wafted into the room, it welcomed a nice shine of light which gladly took its place, laying a sunny streak over Dahyun’s sleeping face. As pretty as she looked with the sun shining on her face, she didn’t seem to like it much. If the groan was anything to go by, and the whine as she turns to face the other way, shifting around on the bed.

Fuck the sun. I’m tired n wanna sleep. Head hurts. Where is she?

A giggle rings through her head, the sound pounding off the walls of her brain. Another groan, and although her eyes are closed she feels around the bed, looking for something or rather someone. Another giggle echoes in her head, and Dahyun has to adjust her eyes, taking in the empty white sheets around her.

Mmmm, actually this breeze feels nice. But, where is she???

She turns back over, and her head hurts, it aches terribly, but she wants you first. You’re sitting next to the same damn window that woke her up, in a plain white tee and a pair of light gray sweatpants. Criss-cross on a large beanbag, work laptop on your lap, with your reading glass on. You tilt your head at her, waiting for her to come to her senses, even if it was just a little bit.

Shit that’s hot for no reason. Say something, c’mon, say something.

“Good Morning” Dahyun mumbles, more like grumbles, into silence, this time you hold back your laugh, biting your lip. Getting up and walking towards her, you softly run your hand through her tangled hair. Dahyun leans closer towards the touch.

“Good morning to you too,” you whisper softly, “even if it’s four in the afternoon”. Dahyun huffs, closing her eyes to bear the pain grunting as you help her sit up against the headboard. You place a glass of water against her lips, and then hand her some painkillers. Dahyun’s eyes furrow, she swallowed the pills with difficulty, tilting her head back felt horrible and when she did it felt like her brain moved in her head, worsening this already unbearable ache.

Never drinking again, ever. Not happening, no matter what. But this treatment is to die for… a pretty girl, with pretty hair, n pretty eyes, my pretty-

“I know baby, it aches, but you did such a good job,” you praise her and leave a quick kiss on her cheek. She smiles, almost in bliss, she thinks that if she gets enough kisses from you, you’d be able to cure this horrible hangover.

More please, kiss me more, praise me more. M’like it, more please.

“I’ll get you something to eat, be right back,” you assure her before stepping out of the room.

nooooo come baaaack

And you do, holding a bowl of warm Miso soup, you sit on the edge of the bed, you mix the soup with the spoon, before lifting it up to feed Dahyun. The girl blushes, and she lifts her hand, “It’s okay, you don’t have to feed me”. You smile, your eyes pointing towards her lifted hand, it’s shaking, “oh”. And Dahyun quickly puts her hand back down, her blush reaching her ears.

That was so fucking embarrassing.

“You’re cute,” you mumble, feeding her. Dahyun has to grip the sheets to brace herself.

No u.

“Where did you order the soup from anyway?” Dahyun tries to make light conversation, but your sudden frown makes her want to bury herself. “Doesn’t taste good enough?”

Fuck Dahyun, you desperate gay freak! You made her sad!

“S-sorry! It’s just really good! Like the best soup I’ve ever had! Literally at the top of my list now! Just wanted to know where you got it cuz it’s that good-” Dahyun truthfully rambles. You blush, looking away, a soft smile on your lips as you tug a piece of hair behind your ears. It’s like Dahyun is falling more in love with each passing second. “I made it myself, actually; I’m glad you like it,” Dahyun beams.

Dahyun, you smart bitch!

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jasscheeks · 10 months

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bully; suna rintarou

pairings: suna x fem!reader

finding the two of you in another tight situation, suna finally gets the answer he’d been waiting for. but he quickly fumbles when he forgets to formally ask you to be his girlfriend.

warnings: i mean they make out? it gets a little steamy but nothing too crazyy, light cursing, confessions, LAST PART!!

i took over a year off and cut you bitches some slack

tell a friend to tell a friend

SHES BAAAACK

thank you for reading!! reblogs help!!

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"so," he began, wandering hands creeping along your sides, "ever heard of deja vu?" he asked lowly, earning a sharp glare from you.

the two of you found yourselves in yet another closed space, the club room's closet for imagination.

"can you shut up?" you whispered harshly. pulling him away from the door, you sent him flying toward the equipment in the back. of course, he didn't make it that far but he loved to see you try. pressing your ear against the door you tried to catch onto the conversation outside.

before being cooped up in the closet, suna decided it was a good time to collect his daily dose of you. he'd come into the clubroom, once again teasing you as per usual with his eyes on your lips unabashedly. he knocked over pens, sneering as you narrowed your eyes at him but still picked them up. and he followed your gaze as you stood up, sending warmth throughout your body. but you were quick to forget that as he was swiftly moving on to the next thing to meddle with.

he bounced from corner to corner with you, trailing behind to keep him from messing up the room you'd just organized. he didn't stop until you had him cornered, only for him to make some snarky comment. something along the lines of "did i ever tell you i like dominant girls?" but you weren't listening.

quickly, he once again had you roped into his arms, a place you found was very warm and comforting. turning the tables on you, he had you pinned to the very closet you two hid in. with his lips alone, he was able to make you melt in the simplest of ways and as much you deny it, he was prying his way to your heart. he always saw you, literally and metaphorically. he felt you like no one. you could say you're addicted to him, but that would be admitting too much for your likes.

a calloused hand held onto your face as he kissed you sensually. the other hand traveled down your back trying to sneakily cop a feel, but you were a step ahead as you grabbed a hold of his wrist before he moved any further. as expected, he was smiling into that kiss, pressing even harder into you after the fact.

but hearing the coaches just outside the door sent you into a panic. you were too close to pretend you were doing nothing, too close to get away from each other, and frankly, you didn't think you could stop now. so opening the door behind you, you both fell in closing the door behind you.

"their conversation can't stop us from continuing you know?" he whispered, softly leaning on a shelf. "can't we keep it going in here?" a frown grew on his face as you continued to ignore him, clearly invested in the conversation outside. little did he know, you were waiting until they left so you could continue without any fear.

just as you heard the two outside leaving the room, you felt something soft bounce off the top of your head landing at your feet. you turned around to see him, a pack of cotton balls in his hands as he froze. a smirk grew on his face as you finally looked his way. "oho~ what? did they finally leave?" he asked with his lips curled into a smug grin.

you huffed, ears burning as you stomped towards him. you couldn't believe you were the one doing this, you'd never been the one to initiate it, but feeling his gaze on you made you want to prove yourself even more. "just...kiss me already," you stared at him through half-lidded eyes as you grabbed a fist-full of his practice jersey. "that's what you wanted, right?"

you wondered why he stood there, staring down at you. you thought that maybe showing a new side of you would end up like that, usually by now he'd be all over you. but he simply leaned his head to the side, leering down at you. "is that not what you want too?" he asked. "don't you want to kiss me too?"

frozen, your hand slowly loosened its grasp on him. he wasn't smiling anymore, instead he was imagining the gears in your brain turning and twisting to think of an answer. and when you didn't give him one, he began to feel a tickling sensation at his heart, the organ dropping to his stomach as the two of you sat on in silence.

"don't you like kissing me too? i mean, we're together every passing period, (y/n). after everything we've done, don't we both like—this?" he gestured between the two of you, eyes scanning the expression on your face. "don't you like me too?" he whispered.

as much as he was right, you couldn't help but look away, face flushing at the thought of it. after the last time, he led you into the locker room, it set off a fire in both of your cores. suddenly one peck wasn't enough, one little kiss wasn't cutting it for the two of you. soon the two of you were sneaking away just to have each other, pulling each other off to the sides just to "chat."

even on the weekends when atsumu and osamu would bring him along to laze around your home, he was sneaking away to spend some time with you. he'd spend the few minutes he had cuddling in your bed, kissing your lips and face all over but not without a few teasing comments here and there. your time together never lasted long though, as you were always pushing him away before the twins noticed he was gone longer than a bathroom break should take.

not to mention you weren't as pissy as you usually were when the twins stopped by toting suna around with them. during those times, you were able to get a glimpse of what it would be like to date suna, a peek at what being suna rintarou's girlfriend would be like. and you had to admit every aspect of it was everything you could ever ask for.

he was surprisingly sweet and gentle with you, treating you like a princess. most of the time he was content with just having you in his arms, it didn't matter if you kissed or not. but his snarky nature never left, he still found the energy to tease you, now in newer more touchy ways. he framed his words perfectly, always getting his point across the first time around. when his lips met yours time and time again and his sweet words would meet your ears, he made sure his intentions with you were crystal clear, clearer than a diamond.

you wondered if your friends noticed just how much time you were spending away if they noticed you were always missing during passing periods and sometimes at lunch, and if they could see how much happier you were and how your eyes sparkled at the mention of suna. contrary to the look of absolute distaste anytime suna's name was mentioned just months before, you believed there had to be some type of change. most importantly, you wondered if atsumu noticed the change. you wondered if he noticed that you stopped walking home with him and osamu so often since he would already have swept you away, a sneaky hand intertwining with yours. and finally that made you come back to your senses.

"t-think about atsumu, suna. the team too, they'll think of me as the girl who joined just to get around. and if it's even true that atsumu likes me..." you stared into his eyes, detecting the confusion in them. "...i don't want to hurt what we have," you voiced to him, truly you were scared that not just atsumu would see you two, but you can feel something hanging in your heart, something heavy and desperately trying to pry itself free.

he threw his eyebrows up as he stood up straight, "think about atsumu?" he repeated, his voice condensed. "(y/n), think about me— think about us, who gives a shit about what they think?" he began, a hand pressing against his chest. "i know you care for him, i do too, but you and i— isn't there something here?" his voice cracked, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

you stare into the space, now suddenly unable to meet his eyes. your lips were trembling to say more, say something. you know what you feel, you know what you want to say to him but you can't force the words to the surface. so instead you sat in silence, his eyes staring holes into your face as you tried to gather your words.

flashes of what you see when you're with him pass through your mind. his rare smile that somehow only you get to see, that chuckle you can't help but get butterflies every time you hear, the hums of satisfaction that come from the both of you as he snuggles up close to you with his strong arms around you. there's only one reason why your heart beats so fast when you're around him, why your core warms when he hugs you, and why your eyes sparkle when you look at him.

you never thought this would be the way you would tell him though.

every time you imagined telling him how you feel, you imagined something sweet and romantic, like on your doorstep as you both say bye, or at one of his games. you imagined yourself running to him, after a successful game and kissing the life out of him, just to part and blurt out how much you were falling for him.

"(y/n)," he calls, his hands reaching for you, needy fingers crawling along your waist. he was grabbing at your jacket, a customized manager jacket the third years had gifted you with your last name on the back. oh, how he fantasized that it was his name across your back instead. but as his hands pull you in close, his head drops down to look at you. "aren't we something?" he's looking nowhere but you.

that catches your attention as you're immediately looking up at him. your greeted with his hooded hazel eyes, staring lazily into yours. he's not glancing but head-on staring at your lips, watching as you bite the insides on them before he's back at your eyes. but you're guilty of it too, your eyes glancing down to his lips every so often. you know how they feel, how soft he always feels against your lips, and how much you'd give to feel him again.

"we..." you begin, your heart filling with adoration just staring into his eyes. "if i kiss you right now, would you return it?" as those soft words leave your lips and fall onto his open ears, his lips curl into a grin.

his hands pull you in closer as if you weren't already close. "i don't know, you just might have to find ou—," he can't finish his sentence because you're already smashing your lips on his. it stuns him for just a second before he's moving along with you, an arm wrapping around your body.

you're sweet on his lips, that sugary taste of your chapstick rubbing off on his tongue. he's addicted, craving for more of your sweet, sweet taste as he presses further into you. hearing your gasps, he breaks away, for just a second his lips meeting your cheeks, your chin, all the way down your neck. and that's when you say it, those three words he's always dreamt of you uttering.

it makes him stop in his tracks, his hands tightening around your frame. "...what?" he asks, the softness of his own voice startling him. he looks for your eyes, only to find them mirroring his signature lazy look.

your hands meet his cheeks, your thumbs circling shapes on his skin before you're smiling toward him. "i’m not going to pretend anymore, rin, and i never should’ve pretended in the first place, but,” you peck his lips, giggling when he follows your fleeting presence. "i like you so much."

he stares, heart thumping louder than before, cheeks as red as a fire truck, and core as warm as the sun. he's gonna pass out from happiness at this point, and in this moment you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. even with the horrible lighting and lack thereof, he thinks you look absolutely breathtaking. he never thought he could fall any deeper in love with you, but hearing you utter his nickname, telling him you love him, he might just have to go back to the drawing board on that theory. "you like me..."

you're nodding, your hands pulling him to hover over your lips, "i like you..."

in a split second, he's pressing back into you, continuing what you started. "i love you more," he's whispering against your lips, keeping a firm grip on your waist. this time you let his hands travel further, a sneaking hand meeting the sides of your butt, the other pressing against the small of your back. he's different somehow, more needy and demanding with his hands.

but you don't get to see this side of him for long before the two of you hear a distant,

"hey, where's suna?"

—

you're rushing again, like every morning before school.

you didn't decide to get up and get ready for school until you absolutely had to. and every time you spent your mornings repeatedly pressing snooze just to get a few more minutes of sleep, you regretted it every single time. although this morning it seems you have more done than usual and a lot more time than you thought.

your book bag is ready to go, surprisingly your phone is fully charged, and your mom had whipped up something quick for you to eat. usually, you'd just grab a bowl of cereal or a bagel and some fruit for your breakfast, just something light and simple, so thank goodness your mom had work as well. though she had already left, taking your younger siblings to school.

on the way downstairs, you're fumbling with the tie on your uniform, the one step you usually got atsumu or osamu to do. but today, something made you want to learn how to do it yourself. but that whim falls short as you can see atsumu and osamu walking up to your house through the glass panes. your eyes quickly find the analog clock that sits above the front door. they're early, way too early.

and of course, guess who's towing around with them. you can see him look up at your house, possibly looking up at your room, and for the millionth time, you feel butterflies.

but instead of dwelling on suna any longer, you swing the door open before they reach it, meeting atsumu's surprised eyes. not long after he's smiling your way, clearly tickled by you. "looks like you were waiting for us, hm?" he mused, catching his balance on your porch.

"you're early today," you replied, watching as he just shrugged pointing to suna who trailed behind the two twins.

"someone wanted to tag along," he quipped, walking towards you with his hands shoved in his pockets. his twin and suna crowded around your door. osamu muttering a good morning to you, while suna just stared on. not at you, but out into the neighborhood, at the house next door, you presumed.

sighing, you moved aside so they could come inside. "get in, i'll be down in a bit."

with that they shuffled into your house, their tall frames somehow making the spacious entryway look small. the three resumed their spots on the couch while you hurried up the stairs. you looked down at them from the railing, eyes immediately going towards suna.

he watched as the twins made themselves comfortable on your couch, pulling out their phones and scrolling through the apps. and before you could realize since your eyes were trained on his fluffy hair, he was looking up at you. you flinch away, tearing your gaze away to the door of your room. but you had a feeling about what was coming next, he'd be up here soon and you knew it.

so instead you tried to make yourself busy with this tie. you tried going underneath and through, even the bunny loop and pull, but nothing was working. you were planning on scrapping the whole thing and just leaving the tie lesson for another day, but you didn't like the sound of giving up that easily. so instead you reach for your phone, typing up an easy tutorial on how to tie a tie.

about halfway through the tutorial you finally begin to grasp the concept, actually finding it a bit easier than you were making it. so pausing the video, you decide to try for yourself. that is until you feel something pull the piece of fabric away from your hands and neck. quickly turning around, suna has your tie in between his fingers, his lips curl into a grin as he bounces it between his hands. "after all these years of wearing a uniform, you don't know how to tie a tie?" he jeered.

despite your butterflies coming back to plague you, your annoyance overpowers them at the moment as he plays with your tie. "suna, give me back my tie." you demand, as calm as you can be.

"hmm...you're gonna have to fight me for it," he shrugs before twirling the end around his fingers and bounding it up.

"you're gonna wrinkle it!" you reached for it, but he quickly moves it above his head, softly grinning as you huff at him. "not so fast there, just let me help you." his eyes follow you as you lunge at him once, but he moves the tie backward making you end up just a little closer to him. thankfully, your hands reach out for his arm to steady yourself before you completely fall on top of him.

regaining your balance(with his help), you reach for it one more time. "just give it back, suna, i can tie my own tie." you call, to which he shakes his head as he moves farther into your room, holding your tie even higher than before.

he's dragging you with, finding himself pushing against your clothes rack one more time. look at your arm that's outstretched for this red tie, he grabs that instead, his hand still holding onto the tie. "i'm finding that hard to believe..." he whispered, holding a finger to his lips. "shh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?”

those hazel eyes of his are taunting you once more, basically laughing in your face without even pulling a smile. but somehow, the butterflies are still there. they're swarming in your stomach once you realize how close you are to him. you huff, trying to play off how warm your body is getting just looking into his eyes. "suna, let go of me," your voice is quieter this time, considering his words, but it still has that indignant edge laced into it. you let go of his arm before you try to back away from him, but he's pulling you right back in.

this time, you're hands are splayed on his thighs, your body slotting between his legs so you have room to stand. "just let me do your tie for you," he asked, eyes pleading to do it. you can feel your heart beating like crazy, the sound so loud you can hear it ringing in your ears. you're scared he can hear it, that he can feel your heartbeat permeating throughout your body.

so instead of fighting him anymore, you comply with his wishes, letting him begin his work on your tie. "pay attention, i'm only doing this once, alright?" he asked, his eyes glancing up at yours, taking just one quick peek at your pouty lips. so, reluctantly, you're watching what he's doing, watching the steps he's going through. he goes a bit fast and the tie looping around is a little confusing, but you seem to catch on just fine. he smoothes out your collar and your blazer as well as your tie.

when he's done, he presses a kiss to your forehead leaving you looking up at him surprised. he smiles your way, before he's standing up from leaning on your clothes rack, his hands meeting your waist to slightly move you to the side. "come on they're probably waiting for us," he walks towards the side of your bed, picking up your book bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

but you can't let him leave like this, not when he's got to be the one to take care of you. "wait, rin," he stops immediately hearing that nickname fall from your lips. his hair disheveled, almost like he didn't comb it this morning. "what's going on with your hair today?" you ask, as he bends down for you to fix it.

"i didn't have any time to do anything to it, the twins were gonna leave me," he found himself leaning towards your touch, finding your fingers combing through his hair a lot more therapeutic than ever. "and i wanted to see you, so..." he trailed off, making your hands stop for a moment. he tilted his head up, eyes meeting yours.

your cheeks had riled themselves up again, burning even more than before as he was smiling at you. so you push his face away before going to grab your backpack from him. "can you just give me my bag?" you try to avoid his gaze, outstretching your hand for him to hand it to you.

but he just holds onto the strap harder turning away from your hand, "no, i'm your boyfriend, right? so as your boyfriend, i want to carry your things." he adjusted the bag, seemingly a little lighter than he expected.

you pause physically and mentally, your mind stuck on one word. maybe it was the way he said it so nonchalantly, not a single sign of a stutter or hesitation laced his voice that made you so shocked. "my boyfriend?" you repeated to which he nodded.

"well yeah, i mean, you remember yesterday...right?" there it was, that embarrassment you were looking for earlier. he looked away, cheeks growing red as he reached a hand up to ruffle his freshly combed hair.

you reach for his hand, taking it away from his hair. "you haven't even asked me properly..." you squinted, eyebrows curving upwards and your mouth curving into a frown.

he can see the disappointment forming on your face, and his stomach begins to churn with guilt. "since we already know how we both feel, we could just...skip that part," he shrugged, watching as your face only scrunched up even more, leading you to shake your head no.

"skip it?" he's making it worse, so much worse. you're looking at him as if he was breaking up with you, a thing he couldn't even imagine doing.

"no, i don't mean it like that—," he begins but the two of you hear atsumu calling for you downstairs.

"(y/n), we're about to leave you with your best friend suna!" he called, snickering as you could hear his footsteps towards the front door.

turning towards suna, you're grabbing your backpack from his shoulder and turning on your heel to leave. but he's quick to grab your arm, like many times before, he's turning you to look at him. "will you be my girlfriend (y/n)?" he asks quickly, "and...i," he hesitates, searching your eyes for any hint of approval, but he can't find any.

so instead, he lets go, watching as you walk out the door and towards the two twins downstairs.

"and...i love you, shit, why can't i say it to her now?"

"was that our first fight as a couple?"

the entire walk to school, you ignored him. ultimately you left him with osamu to walk in the front with atsumu, making the boy fume with jealousy. he thought he had nothing to fear now that he knew how you felt about him, but seeing you chat so freely with atsumu, he had another thing coming.

he knew your temper very well, and he knew just what to do to run your patience short, but this was something different. he doesn't understand what made you so mad this time. obviously, it was him, but what did he do to make you this mad? what did he do to make you so mad that you're laughing at atsumu's jokes in front of him?

he just had to keep reminding himself that he's the guy you've kissed, cuddled, and even told you like him. not much can change in a day, right? right?

he's not sure now. it's been a few hours and you're still actively avoiding him. during the classes the two of you have with each other, you didn't look his way not once. instead, you made yourself busy with the people around you, engaging in conversation with everyone but him.

even during passing periods, he can't find you to talk about things. but throughout the periods, he either saw you with your little group of friends or with atsumu trailing next to you. not only did it make him a little jealous, but he was beginning to miss you.

he missed your agitated tone scolding him, your lips pouting in such a cute manner, and even the way you'd glare in his direction when he was caught staring at you. he just missed your overall presence. yes, you were still here, but you weren't giving him any sort of attention.

so seeing as you weren't going to talk to him, it's about time he started talking to other people.

"ojiro," he calls to his upperclassmen sitting next to him. he hums before looking up at him, stopping his chopsticks from picking up more food. he looks around first, searching for the girl in question, "i was watching this...show, and it's about this girl and this guy." he explains slowly, making ojiro raise an eyebrow at him.

but suna continues even as ojiro takes a long sip from his drink. "and they both like each other, so the guy thinks that since they like each other, they're basically dating," he huffs suddenly getting embarrassed recalling the conversation in his head. "but the girl...she doesn't think so."

as he finishes, he waits for ojiro to put his drink down. when he's done his eyes never once leave suna's, somehow making the boy nervous for his answer. "is this about you?" he asked.

immediately suna is shaking his head no. "no, no! it's NOT, about me. just answer this," he cleared his throat trying to regain his posture. "if they already told each other they like each other, aren't they together already?"

"well if neither of them asked, then no. she can't be your girlfriend if you never asked her to be your girlfriend," he answered, still making it seem like this story was about suna.

"alright thanks, and it's not about me, it's a TV show," he angrily picked up his chopsticks, "and don't tell anyone i said this."

they continue eating in silence, ojiro shrugged as he also picked up his chopsticks as well.

"then what's the show called?"

"i don't remember."

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"wait one second, someone's at the door," you excused yourself from the couch you and your friends lounged on. so far, without suna or atsumu around you had a lot more time to spend with your other friends.

a few days have passed and there's still no sign of suna anywhere. the two of you hadn't talked since he walked you to school with the twins. and that was on tuesday, it's saturday now.

sometimes you wondered if you were being a little hard on him, the look in his eyes when he asked you to be his girlfriend stuck in your brain. it was rushed, almost like he was panicking. in the moment you were a little annoyed with him, not mad or upset, just irritated. but those feelings have long passed, and you wished you had just said yes then.

to admit it, you missed him. like a lot. usually, on days like this, it'd be him, atsumu, and osamu coming over to hang around your house and watch volleyball. but seeing your other friends on the couch where those three used to sit, kind of made you feel weird.

you shake it off though, hearing the person behind the door ring the bell again. as you open the door, you're met with a giant bouquet of roses, the fragrance hitting you all at once. but seeing as the bouquet is so big, you can't see the holder's face. "um...hello?" you asked, slowly inching to close the door again.

"(y/n)?" he peeks from behind the roses, revealing his tidy new hairstyle and the corduroy jacket that clung to his body. he'd somehow got his hair to slick back, revealing his forehead. "(y/n), i—," before he said anything else, you quickly pushed him back onto your porch and rushed out there with him.

you hurry to shut the door before your friends realize he's here. "what are you doing here?" you frantically ask him.

"well, i was just about to ask you out," he replied with a little bit of a sarcastic tone on his tongue. "who's in there?" he asked, to which you peeked at the windows behind you, praying they weren't secretly eavesdropping on your conversation.

"my friends are over, this is the only saturday i'm not busy so," you shrugged, crossing your arms, you look back at him, finally taking in the full fit. he came decked out in a dressy white t-shirt with a tan corduroy jacket on top, complete with some black jeans and new balance tennis shoes. you couldn't help but think he looked adorable. "what is this?" your eyes trace his new look, lingering on the bouquet that was just in your face.

he watched over you, seeing the smile you were fighting back. even with your red pajama pants with tiny dogs scattered all over them, he still found you to be the most breathtaking person on the planet. "supposed to be my way of properly asking you to be my girlfriend," and there it was, that smile he was waiting for. he reached for your hand pulling you in close as he intertwined your fingers. "you know thinking about you is my favorite past-time, and these past few days all i could think about was you." he spoke so softly, a pace much different than his usual deadpan voice. you could basically hear the affection in his words.

"i didn't know if i should show up to your house apologizing or if i should've called, asking what your favorite flowers were," "is this a good time to tell you roses are my favorite?" you cut him off, and for the first time he finally noticed the hearts in your eyes. his heart pounds against his chest, his own heart eyes on display to you. "i'll just say i took an educated guess then."

"i've loved you since...since that one time you walked into the men's restroom in our third year of middle school," he chuckled seeing you visibly cringe at the memory, "when you continued about your business even after seeing me washing my hands, ugh...you were pretty back then too, pretty and headstrong."

"suna!" you called, your free hand latching onto his shoulder trying to make him stop laughing. "how do you remember that? i told you to forget that even happened."

"because it was you, why would i forget?" he reasoned before seeing the look on your face, shrugging as he leaned into your hand that pushed his hair back. "alright, but i knew i loved you when i saw you in the cheer section during one of our games. we lost, but you still came down to console us, and even if you did hate me back then you were still so nice to me," he switched back to his sweet and gentle voice, his eyes calmly tracing over your features, "for years i've loved you and only you,

and if you'll have me, will you let me love you for more years to come as my girlfriend?" he watched the smile on your lips grow bigger and bigger, making his own lips curl into one.

"hmmm, i don't know," you teased, head tilting as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in close. your gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes, before he was leaning in so tantalizingly slow, so you moved along with him.

he placed his hand on your waist, the other that still held the bouquet wrapped around as well. "you don't know?" he repeated, matching your playful tone. "the smile on your face says otherwise," he finally leans in, his lips pressing against yours, something he'd been yearning to do since he saw you.

breathing in his scent, you could smell the sweet smell of his cologne, taste the warmth on his lips as he tilted his head pulling you in even deeper. all you could think about was suna when he had you in his arms like this, all you could feel was him as you're fighting back giggles from how happy you felt. so you let them go, laughing into the kiss, only for him to ask what's so funny?

"i love you," you said in between kisses, fingers lacing through his combed hair. he was smiling along with you, your teeth hitting each other. "what?" you asked eyes opening to meet his.

his hazel eyes were mesmerizing, leaving you melting in his hands like putty, "you love me now?" don't even get you started on his voice, as he reaches a deeper point, it matched the smooth and gentle mood the two of you had created.

you nodded, pecking the corner of his lips. "i loved you in that storage closet but i was too nervous to say it." just hearing your explanation had him chuckling and holding you even tighter against him.

as the two of you leaned back in once more, you both pause as you heard rounds of distant squealing coming from inside your house piercing through the calm air.

turning around, you were checking the windows again only to see your friends peaking through the blinds at you two, smiles and shocked gazes on all of their faces. and immediately you felt your entire body warm up.

you knew they'd react like this, your entire friend group was labeled as very dramatic. you knew the moment you walked back into those doors, they'd have pictures upon pictures and videos to show you, documenting every second they could of you and suna. the thought alone had butterflies swarming all around your stomach. but maybe reliving the moment through a different perspective didn't sound too bad.

you turn back to him, burying your face into his shoulder as you tried to hide from your friends' stares. but it wasn't doing much as you could still feel the heat of their eyes on you. "yeah, i clocked them a few minutes ago, but kissing you was a lot more important, you know?" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you even tighter, pulling you into a deep embrace. but that just caused more gasping and squealing from your friends. "guess we can tell them we're together now, hm? we can always start small."

"please...be quiet,"

<- previous part

it’s over!! let’s all pretend they told atsumu on their own time bc idk how to write it without it being cringe 💔

but thank you so much for reading!

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thecelestialsyzygy · 6 months

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I TOOK OVER A YEAR OFF TO CUT YOU BITCHES SOME SLACK. TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND… SHE’S BAAAACK

#THE ACTORS STRIKE IS OVER #will byers #byler #mike wheeler #byler s5 #stranger things 5

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delfiore · 2 years

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posso ancora aspettare

pairing: robin buckley x gn!reader

synopsis: in which there’s no happily ever after, because she loves someone else.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: ok this is awkward um not me showing up like weeks later after my last fic haha 🧍🏻‍♀️also tumblr was being a little bitch and shadowbanned tf out of me so if you saw me posting then deleting this multiple times no you didn’t 🫣

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“Oh.”

The word came out of your mouth like a squeak, a meek sound disguised as a happy surprise at the news Robin had just delivered. Though it wasn’t a surprise, to you nor to Steve—the only other person who knew Robin. You just thought you had more time.

“I can’t believe it. She said yes! Vickie agreed to go on a date with me.”

You were too shellshocked to even notice whatever facial expression Steve was making that prompted Robin’s excitement to cease.

“What?”

“I don’t know, Robin. She just came out of a relationship.

“So what?” Her tone grew annoyed.

“I’m just saying,” Steve leaned against the counter, his mouth hung open in search of the right words to say, “you gotta be careful, you know? She just broke up with her boyfriend, and this could be . . . a distraction.”

You looked up at Steve nervously, scrunching your eyebrows hoping he’d change his mind and apologize. He only looked back with a nonchalant shrug.

“Screw you, Harrington.” Robin mumbled, and walked away, towards the back of the store.

“Why would you say that?” You sighed.

“Am I wrong though?”

“No, but you didn’t have to rain on her parade like that.”

It was an asshole move, but you knew he was only trying to protect you. Only weeks ago had Steve tried all his might to tease Robin about Vickie, giving her lists upon lists as to why Vickie definitely likes girls too. You never meant to tell your truth, but you could never lie to Steve; he’d become like a big brother. And so on a random Tuesday night, in tears and with your head in your hands, you did.

“Please don’t do that again.” You pleaded, and hated the pitiful look he gave you following a short sigh.

Robin was reorganizing the closet with angry huffs when you peeked through the door quietly.

“Steve didn’t mean that, Robbie.”

“I don’t know what he means.” She slammed the stack in her hand down with a thud. “He’s being an ass because Heidi dumped him again, and he’s jealous. I mean, a week ago, he was bugging me to ask Vickie out, and I only did because he was bothering me so much. And now he wants to be all wary of her. Pisses me off.”

You didn’t know what to say. Frankly, you didn’t want her to go on that date either, but you couldn’t stand in the way of your best friend’s happiness, not when she’s been working up the courage to seize it for so long. Even if it destroyed yours.

“Hey, forget it, alright? Steve says stupid shit sometimes.” You tapped her shoulder with a small smile. “When’s your date? Come over before, and I’ll help you prepare.”

A smile quickly spread across her lips, as she pulled you into a tight hug. You chuckled, and ruffled her hair.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Robin said, “you’re my best friend, and my number one, you know? I love you.”

“Of course I know.” You rolled your eyes, grinning.

“C’mon, say it back.” She whined, pulling your hand.

“No, it’s cheesy.”

“Say it baaaack.”

“Luh you tuh.” You mumbled, causing the girl to laugh, and bring her leg up to kick your behind teasingly.

You couldn’t bring yourself to repeat it properly, because to you it’s not the same, and it would be wrong to say it.

Falling for Robin was easy. As easy as it was to draw breath, to dip your fingers and watch them the disturb the still of the water at Lover’s Lake, to open your eyes and let the world paint a colorful palette in front of you.

You didn’t know whether crushes were easy to overcome (from observing Steve through his quest to find a girl you thought it was), but this wasn’t a sporadic infatuation. This was another feeling, another sensation entirely. It was all you’ve ever known since freshman year, when you saw her for the first time doodling in Gerhardt’s second period. Robin was you’ve ever known.

Robin, Robin, Robin.

But now, she liked someone else, again. Not you.

Never you.

You barely had time to think about that these days. Yet again, something from the Upside Down was terrorizing your home, and yet again, it was up to you and your friends to defend it.

Spending time with Robin during it all reminded you that you were still one of the most important people to her, and that you’d be content just being her friend—being in her presence was enough. But you were reminded of how much it hurt seeing her pine over someone else, and most of all, how much it hurt seeing her heartbroken. Stupid Vickie didn’t know what she was missing out on.

“Guess it wasn’t a date after all.” Robin mumbled before pushing past you and Steve, escaping the sight of her crush at the other end of the store aisle kissing, who seemed to have been the boyfriend.

There was a vile part inside of you that was glad Robin saw them together.

You had just finished a batch of spears, clumsily duct-taped together from pipe cut-out sections and kitchen knives. You couldn’t believe this was your life now; making weapons to fight inter-dimensional demon lords. Spring break in Hawkins, just wack.

You looked over to see Robin sitting by Steve making molotovs. He caught your gaze, quietly gesturing towards the girl before standing up to leave.

“Hey.” You took his seat.

“Hey.” There was a smile on her lips, but it was small and strained.

“You alright?”

"I don't know," Robin said, looking down at the incendiary device. "Nancy's got a plan, so I guess we'll be as best prepared as we can be. All that matters is that we keep everyone safe."

"Robs," you shook your head, "I asked how you are doing." You took her hand tentatively, and she didn't pull away. They were warm and slender, and they fitted perfectly intertwined with your own. You felt her eyes on you, as you continued stroking the back of her hand with your other hand.

"I just have this terrible, terrible feeling that this isn't going to work out for us this time."

Your best friend lowered her head, lips pressed tightly, and you hated seeing how much all this broke her spirit. Robin Buckley, the most positive and ready-to-problem-solve, was hunched over defeated at the thought of going up against the telepathic demon lord.

“Hey. Hey, look at me.” You let your hand pull back her hair from her face, your chest tightening seeing her glossy eyes. “We’re gonna be okay. We can’t die yet. We still gotta go to Europe, remember? Watch the sun go down in Champs de Mars, eat ice cream as we walk along the port in Monaco, right?”

This elicited a short laugh from the girl. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “We don’t even have money for that yet.”

“Then we gotta go make some.” You smiled, encouragingly. “After we fight Vecna . . . slash Henry, slash One, whatever.”

“Okay, dingus.” She said, putting a hand up to your face, and pinching your cheek lightly. “You win.”

Her eyes, blue like the sky, found a home in yours. You wondered how a pair of eyes could feel so much like home, and how easy it was to fall in love with them. You didn’t need to ask anyone—certainly not Vickie—you knew what that was like yourself. You loved Robin so much, and you didn’t know what you were going to do if she left your side.

You settled for a kiss on her cheek, and a firm hug, choking back a confession when an overwhelming sense of love enveloped you, as you did her.

You were to go to Eddie and Dustin to distract the Demobats so that everyone else can go on with their plan. With much persistence from Robin, saying that it was where you’d be most safe, you watched with a worried frown as Robin slung her backpack over her shoulder.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her; she looked so good, so brave, even though you knew her hands were shaking.

“Be careful, okay?” You said, trying not to let your weakness show.

“You first.” Robin smiled, and you brought her into your arms to hold her tight before you said anything you'd regret.

Robin sighed and squeezed you back with the same affection, as you placed a firm kiss on her cheek. She prayed for your safety, so that she could clutch onto you afterward, tell you all about how the date with Vickie made her realize that they were too similar for her to like her bandmate in any sort of romantic way, that she had been burying her feelings for you out of respect for your friendship, and that she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn't say anything now.

The thought of you consumed her, so that even while her body moved through the woods behind Steve and Nancy, her mind was with you, watching you with Eddie and Dustin, wanting to fend off whatever posed a threat to you. She imagined your pursed lips, anxious, wandering eyes waiting for the strike to come, then she'd imagine you wounded, and get the coldest sense of dread running down her spine.

"Hey," Steve stood back when he saw her steps slow down, "Robin, you alright?"

"I think I'm in love with Y/N." She said, and there was no hesitation in her voice.

Steve only sighed, wishing his best friend would have realized sooner. It would have spared both you and her a lot of time.

“Let’s finish this, and then you can go ask them out, alright?”

With a heavy heart and desperate longing, Robin kept marching until she reached the vine-infested mansion in which Vecna resided.

They went along with their plan, yet by the end of it, Vecna’s body was nowhere to be found after he fell out of the window, shattering the glass in the most dramatic of fashions. The vines that broke off from his body were still moving like forgotten maggots on the floor. The fight was not over, but they have won for now.

Robin was the first to run back to the trailer park in the Upside Down, hoping to catch you. She was fantasizing about how she was going to tell you everything that she’s been feeling, that she didn’t even notice at first that you were nowhere to be found. Dustin was sat on the dirt with his little head in his hands, sobbing.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie approached her cautiously, and she saw the worst.

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Steve has had to make several food runs the past two days, so much so that his wallet had been depleted (not that it ever was full in the first place), and the boy begrudgingly drove back home to the other end of town to get some more cash. Lucas was a bit more willing to eat. Seeing him munch on a sandwich halfheartedly as his eyes glued on Max’s lifeless body roused the dormant fatherly sentiments in Steve that only ever get to strong for these reckless yet brave teenagers he’s been babysitting.

He dreaded going into the room next to Max’s, because he hated seeing both of his best friends in such distress, one of them stuck in a limbo of life and death and the other mulling over it as if she had already lost them.

“Hey,” he said, “got you some jelly donuts.”

At the silence from the girl, and the incessant beeping of the machine—the only indication that you were still alive—Steve set the food down on the nightstand next to Robin.

“Hey, you gotta eat something, alright?” Uncharacteristically calm and quiet, he murmured and placed a hand on her shoulder. “After that, go home and get a quick change of clothes. I’ll be here.”

“No.” She shook her head quietly, her hands never leaving yours; it was cold and limp.

“Robin—“

“I have to wait,” She said. “I have to be here when Y/N wakes up to tell them that I love them.”

Your face was eerily serene, like stuck in a deep sleep that you couldn’t wake up from. The doctors were puzzled by what kind of animal bites that plagued your sides which caused you to go into septic shock and, subsequently, your current comatose state. You might wake up tomorrow, next week, or—they feared at worst—never at all.

“I’ve waited for so long,” Robin brought your hand up to kiss it, “I can still wait.”

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagines #robin buckley angst #robin buckley imagine

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