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46 and 48 for the writing prompts with javid? :)

i did it after like a month or whatever but i did it

TW: it’s fucken soooooft bitches big fluff i keep writing big fluff it’s BIG FLUFF

I’ve liked you for a while now.

“What ?”

Davey wasn’t sure he could say it. Voice it. He’d just said it, but everything was so easier when the other didn’t understand. He tended to do that quite often, and it just… frustrated Jack ; how was he supposed to understand whatever he was saying ?

“Look, I’m gonna end up pickin’ up sign language just so I can understand what you’re on about.”

“It’s really not that important, Jack. I’m just messing around.”

“Huh, sure.”

Jack rolled his eyes, then went back to what he was doing. Sketching. Usually, painting was what he did in his free time ; he claimed “ he didn’t have good pencils anymore “ but maybe he just decided he’d follow every single Bob Ross tutorial, because why not ? He hadn’t done it yet. Sure, he’d always loved Bob Ross, but he’d done art on his own. Recreating paintings he loved though, that, he could do.

Either way, he wasn’t painting at the moment, was he ? Just… drawing. But Davey didn’t really take time to look at it, instead looking back down at his phone and trying to shrug it off.

Yeah… ‘quite a while’. What a phrase. How much could its meaning vary, depending on who said it and about what. Love. Yes, that’s a strong feeling, a strong emotion. Jack had been making Davey feel overwhelmed with… love, for how long ? What did ‘quite a while’ mean to him ? He’d stopped counting the days ; they’d turned into weeks, then months… years. Wasn’t that silly ? Years. He’d been head over heels for Jack, for years. No word had been spoken about it yet, out loud. Quite a while of him silently expressing how he felt, but that wasn’t just down to the signs he made with his hands. His every action was a display of affection, based on his own definition of affection. Who could tell whether Jack had noticed ? Jack, who was always so focused and cautious with his moves, how his pencil traced on the paper, had his eyes noticed movements other than those of his own hand ? Part of the other hoped so ; another part was terrified at the idea of it.

Would he have kept quiet ?

Was he fully aware, did he know anything at all ?

“Dave, focus on your phone, feels weird when you’re just starin’ at me lookin’ all sad.”

Ah, right. Jack was… observant, after all. He didn’t need to look up to know the troubled teen was making one of these faces he couldn’t even look at ; in fact, that was the reason he wasn’t looking up. But did Davey know that ? Did Davey know anything at all himself ? His heart was burning, chest tightening. He looked back down at his phone ; silence ruled over their own little kingdom for a different definition of ‘quite a while’.

A while.

Jack had moved during this while, but he was still sketching, or so his friend thought. But when looking up again, he saw the teen was just glaring at the piece he’d just made. Was he judging its worth and beauty ? It seemed so. He had this gaze he always had when he was being his own worst critic.

Quietly, Davey set his phone down on the couch before leaning in, gently tapping Jack’s shoulder.

“Hey, you can show me if you need an external opinion.”

“I…” He stammered a little, looking up at him with a frown ; furrowed brows and his eyes slightly narrowed. “I don’t know, Dave. Ain’t sketched in a while, maybe I should just do another…”

“C’mon, Jackie. I won’t be harsh, promise,” he encouraged before giving a wink. “Can’t be harsh on a pal.”

Jack stared a few seconds longer before sighing and handing out the sketchbook. He didn’t seem too impatient to see Davey’s reaction, instead looking down at his feet, and yet he was missing a sight he’d always loved witnessing. No matter how unaware of it both of them were.

A portrait, of course. It had to be Davey, right ? He definitely recognised himself, but a voice inside of him told him it was too pretty to be him.

He stuttered out a quiet “I don’t deserve it,” while his cheeks showed a nice, light shade of pink, and his lips were parted in surprise still. Causing Jack’s head to jolt back up and snatch the sketchbook from his hands, this time moving to sit closer to him and nudging his shoulder.

“ ‘Course you do, what’re you talking about ? It’s just a sketch, it doesn’t even look that good. I could’ve done much better.”

“Jack, you don’t get how amazing your art is. Seriously, you’re extremely skilled, and you always capture the right images… Make them better even.” He muttered the last part, not that the other couldn’t hear it anyway.

“You literally look perfect, I can’t just match…”

Once he’d started his sentence, he’d known he’d mess up. But he’d kept going up until it could be considered too late ; old friend silence had returned and was thriving in their shared embarrassment-mixed-anxiety.

Another, different while.

“I’m just… You look real nice, and…”

“You look wonderful too, Jack.”

“Ah. Thanks.”

And another.

“Hey… Jack. I got a weird question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Can I… kiss you, right now ?”

They both felt like young middle schoolers who’d just fallen in love for the first time ; middle schoolers and their child crushes, being so awkward and shy around them without it troubling their pure, sweet feelings in any way. These boys weren’t pure anymore ; they’d suffered from life already, but somehow this moment felt like that innocence enveloped them again. Trying to look at the other then immediately avoiding it, their hands fidgeting and nervous, sheepish giggles sometimes escaping them.

“I think you can.”

They did kiss. A weight, lifted from both these boys’ shoulders ; young fools in love, and yet their youth and will to prove themselves didn’t take away how chaste, sweet, even clumsy that kiss was. All pride they’d possibly shown elsewhere, gone - only them, their feelings, their lips, and their hands timidly reaching out for the other, eventually meeting. They held hands and kissed ; paused to breathe, kissed again.

Young fools in love, but foolishness cannot take away emotions, the purest of truths.

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Fic Masterlist, yeet

i’m doing it but know it’s only bc i’m desperate for attention and also i have a lot of things to do and i refuse to get to them

( it’s very possible i forget stuff i’ve written for this list bc i’m dumb )

Ralbert:

- the one fluff thing everyone knows it’s the one where race is gay while albert sleeps - modern, angst with a good ending, it don’t got a title !!! damn ! - first coffee shop AU hewe - second coffee shop AU i’ve written except they’re girls - Fire should be illegal, part 1 - Fire should be illegal, part 2 - Race helps Al with attacks bc he’s good - Cooking isn’t required - Race can’t cook for shits - ‘No ritualistic sacrifice in the pool, kids’ - Some more fluff - IT’S CUTE AND THEY’RE SWEET AND THEY LIVE IN A FARM TOGETHER - ralbert... being... absolute dumbasses

Elmer (and Jelmer since,, i haven’t written any JoJo content by himself :< ):

- okay, maybe Elmer dies - A Friend, Jelmer guardian angel AU - A Friend, part 2 - A Friend, part 3

Sparcy ( apparently it’s their ship name it’s cute. Spot and Darcy ):

- Pretty Sins, first part of the... three parts thing - Ugly Virtues, the second part - Beating Hearts, the third part - some relationship angst - Darcy, dissociating big time ? yeah - iss halloween soon and they’re both nerds... iss fluff

Jack/Davey/Crutchie:

- morning shenanigans - they start dating omg ?? incredible

Javid:

- I forgot but I think it’s Davey being a mess because he can’t confess and also Jack’s doodling gay

Blush:

- it has a happy ending haha

Ravey:

- ‘honey, this relationship isn’t going to work out if you keep getting charged for murder’

Davey Jacobs:

- he just... dies

Falsettos:

- Celebration Preparations - it was supposed to be Trindel fluff and it got angsty

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please hit us with coffee shop au number 4 with ralbert 😩😩

Gang gang bitch I did it

Gonna add the tag list regardless bc hey I do… what I can

Warnings: some mentions of some nsfw stuff I guess uh, maybe language ? idk

It’d been quite a few times now, that this specific customer had been coming. Yes, a new “regular”, right ? At least that meant they were making money, Anthony clearly wasn’t about to complain about that. The guy was kinda cute too, wasn’t he ? He didn’t mind taking his order everytime he came in.

Or he wouldn’t mind, if that moron wasn’t giving a different name everytime, which was getting quite ridiculous.

What, he really had to write ‘Batman’ sometimes, that wasn’t something he enjoyed doing. Felt kind of stupid, like he was being played ; not once he had given his real name ( or at least the poor barista clearly doubted he’d gotten even one name right at this point ) and while it could be a fun game, he really… wanted to know what was the name of that ridiculously cute guy he saw come in more than once a week. Especially considering that guy was obviously doing it on purpose to bother him, he saw how he was being looked at ! He wasn’t stupid !

And since he wasn’t stupid, he’d decided to give it a shot and establish a strategy. Taking in account that guy had a schedule and only came on some days, he’d just hidden in the back room on a day he was meant to come, and… he did come !

But his disappointed, almost sad face as he realised the blond was nowhere to be seen, maybe it made him feel a little bad. But now he’d walked in, he couldn’t walk out without looking like an idiot. He was going to do the usual, and maybe give yet another different name ? Anthony listened closely from behind the door, but didn’t hear anything. Once the guy had gone to take a seat though, his coworker came to the back room and quickly the situation was sorted out.

He’d gotten the new name, but this time it felt like it was real. Poor guy probably didn’t want to mess with everyone, huh ? He’d just set his yes on that one specific twink and he’d decided it’d be so much goddamn fun to take his time. Unluckily, that one specific twink really wanted to spend time on him.

It was to say, he wasn’t the least attractive guy he’d met, right ? No, yeah, maybe he’d spent… quite some time just observing him from the counter, maybe he’d just gotten himself flustered with just how good he looked, these wild red curls framing his face so well, their hue somehow matching his dark brown eyes in warmth. They were so expressive too ; it was easy to read how mischievous he felt, or even what kind of day he’d been having. And all these beauty marks he’d managed to spot, they looked cute, didn’t they ?… his build, how frankly fit and even muscular he seemed to be, and… and his lips, they– they looked good, didn’t they ? They were soft - or that’s what he thought - and a nice pink, and… and, what if they happened to be pressed against - oh no, his skin ? No, no, his lips ? And his own lips, yes, Anthony’s, they could be wandering around that skin of his, and his hands racking through the mess that was his hair, and pulling on it when the redhead’s own hands were just perhaps, maybe–

Maybe that was too much and he really needed to stop being a creep, but everyone deserves to know his thoughts included cheesy romantic interactions ; well, how could he not picture himself having fun with a guy who was messing with him by never using his goddamn real name ? Maybe he’d just gotten himself a little turned on thinking about all this again, but he was also horny for cuddles and pretending they can dance tango. He won’t take constructive criticism.

“So, Albert.”

Before he’d even realised himself, he was sitting in front of… Albert. The grin on his face was quickly turning into a smirk, his freshly named friend was now giving him half of what could be called a death glare. He didn’t seem to upset though, his cheeks showed he was more flustered than anything else - which definitely got Race to laugh.

“What ‘bout that face, huh ? Did I insult you or what ?”

“There’s a reason I don’t use my name usually, jerk.”

“Yea, right, aside from playin’ with me ?”

Anthony leaned in his seat, eyebrows as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It’s my break, you’re lucky, ain’t ya ?” He then added, like it was actually his break. It wasn’t. They didn’t even close in that long, it was just pretty dead at the moment and he enjoyed wasting time there.

“Real lucky, Anthony.”

“We finally get to talk, Albert.”

“We sure are talking, Tony.”

Ouch, a nickname already ? A shiver was sent down his spine. Yes, he was indeed absolutely weak for these, what could he say ! Not that he often got them anymore, but that only made it better. Or worse given the context, and maybe this time it’d be on the “worse” end of the stick. He just stuttered out an answer, which kind of sucked in itself.

“Right back at ya, … Albitch.”

Albert had to try really hard not to spit out his coffee as he heard that. Anthony could see it, and it wasn’t that it made him feel ridiculous, but… bleh.The next few minutes were just spent with them making eye contact constantly while the other was finishing his coffee. And once he was done, they stayed quiet for a little longer, just gazing into each other’s eyes. And maybe the blond was getting a bit lost in thoughts there again, but could he be blamed ? He was staring at this guy he’d been pretty much waiting to know for… months, at this point. THIS was ridiculous. He agreed he was a silly person in general, but he’d waited so long, it wasn’t even funny anymore.And in that time they just spent not talking, it just so happened it was time for the shop to close. Great, right ? No, okay, he was actually going to get to it, pretty boy…. hot guy could wait a little.

Fast forward to when the shop had finally closed, after his one coworker had taunted him about the quick looks he gave their good ol’ customer while the latter was just constantly staring at him… no, checking him out.

Everyone was out, and everyone’s favourite twink was now free to talk with his… acquaintance, who was leaning against the wall outside ( duh ).

“So, day’s ending.”

“Yea. Pretty cool, it was boring.” Act casual, yeah ?

“No plans tonight, I’m expecting ?”

Frankly, he’d have accepted it very easily, hadn’t Albert sounded like an ass about it. How dare he assume he didn’t already have a very good lover, or even friends, or… or that he wasn’t going to go out partying ?

“I mean, you’re working tomorrow too, so I figured.”

Ah, well. Fair, with that reasoning, he couldn’t deny it.

“Even though you don’t seem like the kind'a guy to do reasonable stuff.”

… Fair again. He was being insulted there, wasn’t he ? He had no argument against it, but at the same time it kind of made him feel bad, until he felt the other’s hand on his own. He blinked, and quite snapped back into reality instead of drifting away in his own thoughts.

“So I’m decidin’ I’m taking you out tonight. Sounds good ?”

Well, fucking sure it sounded good ! If he had to be going out after work with anyone, it better be with that goddamn chaotic redhead.

“Hopin’ it’s a date ‘cause I ain’t got money,” the blond eventually answered, his smile slowly making its way back to his face. “Don’t care about the place, by the way. Can’t be picky when you make coffee for a livin’.”

Once again getting a laugh out of Albert, he decided to properly hold his hand. Even if that meant his cheeks were more colourful just for a few.

“So we’re going on a date ?”

“Yea.”

“Anywhere ?”

“Don’t care.”

“Good, 'cause I don’t know where we’re going yet.”

“You’re stupid.”But he was quite happy with going on a date with that stupid guy.

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Uhhhhhhh ralbert 38 please boo

hello yes it took ten years and a half but in my defense,, i hadn’t expected i’d get requests for that prompt post ahfjkdshf

it’s just big fluffy tbh there’s no angst at all they’re just good boys. yeet

“Isn’t this amazing ?”

For as long as he could remember, he’d been working for the same people… forever. Maybe at first it wasn’t really working, because he was too young and all, but he’d always been there. No memory of his family, just that everlasting smell of hay, horses, and freedom. This really felt like freedom, didn’t it ? It was all he wanted. All he needed, maybe. The freedom he could try to pursue away from this place could never match with this. Surrounded with his favourite animals, working with them ( it didn’t really feel like working, to be fair ) and taking care of them, even sleeping with them sometimes, wasn’t it great ? He couldn’t ask for anything more. And that was his mindset, for it had been his mindset forever.

But… how old was he, now ? Sixteen ? It’d been a long time. Had he not grown up ? Had he forgotten to age ? His body hadn’t, for sure.

He couldn’t afford to keep thinking this way. Yes, this could be a life - but he’d changed so much since his youngest childhood. He’d managed to get good things, actually, for a homeless orphan child - the man he worked for paid for his education like he paid for his own sons’, wasn’t that neat ? One of them was his age, too. And they all had funky hair, funky red hair. Race only really got to play with the youngest’s hair, though. The one his age. And not when he was awake, at least only recently.

But they’d always known each other, hadn’t they ? The blond was safe in saying they were friends. Yes, they were ! They went to school together and had always shared the same classes, and maybe, just maybe, they’d gotten really close. Inseparable. Best friends. Told each other secrets - although Race didn’t keep quiet about many.

He did, for some. A few. He had to main the mystery of that one horse kid working for your father all your life, but you don’t know all the basic things about him ! Because he liked being interesting, in the eyes of that kid. Albert.

In a way, maybe his mindset had changed indeed. Life wasn’t all about his freedom - a large part of it was about that kid. They were always together, how could it not ? Always talking, playing and messing with the other, probably the best addition to his life the taller kid could’ve asked for. In a way, wasn’t he so lucky to have found someone he could stick with ? For a child initially most likely meant to either die a baby or survive and have to deal with homelessness and lack of education for a long, long time - if not forever -, he was truly lucky to have housing, free food, school… although he’d rather skip on that one. All that just for him to “work” with horses. And the bonus was an amazing friendship he found himself cherishing way more than he’d ever thought he would, but here they were.

Race had managed to trust that other boy so easily, but when living together, it probably wasn’t that hard. Albert’s father never considered or treated him like a son, though. He was still that poor kid for whom he’d felt just enough pity, and now there they were. Impossible to develop a brotherly bond with his son ? Great, they’d just be best friends, that was fine too.

Best friends were better than brothers, Race often thought. From what he could observe. Albert and his brothers used to be close, but as the others aged, more conflict settled in.

There had been conflict, that sure. He couldn’t enjoy thinking about it.

Either way, what they had was so much better, wasn’t it ? Genuine trust. Teasing and messing with each other, but no actual… tough fights, mean fights, ill-meant fights. There was nothing vicious between them. Although they weren’t always too honest with their feelings, they knew each other enough to keep that trust - and this, it was so much better than brotherhood and breaking your family bond eventually. He wondered what Albert thought of it, but why would he ask him ?

… And he’d been lying in the hay for hours, thinking about this instead of falling asleep. Ah, right. He couldn’t sleep in his bed, and that was how he’d ended up there, like… most nights. Sleep wasn’t the easiest, for some reason. Life there wasn’t a lot, but school could be… exhausting, right ? Not the best people. Not… the best environment, and-

“You should put a shirt on, ‘case dad comes by.”

Oh, the shock of hearing a voice. What, was it so bad he wasn’t wearing a shirt when he was simply having some lonesome time with his tall friends ? God.

He sat back up, his eyes quickly meeting the other kid’s, although his hair was being really messy for once - and he really wanted to stare at it. And mess with it. Maybe brush it. Oh, whatever.

“I’m flat, ’s fine. Ain’t like he’s gonna notice anythin’.”

“Maybe flat, but probably not flat enough.” Albert spoke into a yawn, stepping closer to sit in front of his friend. “I don’t think he’d wanna see you shirtless either way. Always asks us to put our shirts back on even when it’s awful hot weather, and we’re surely as flat as it gets.”

“Yeah, 'know that. I just don’t like clothes.”

He puffed his cheeks for a second, staring at one of the horses who were watching them. But this time, his mind couldn’t rightfully on said horse, and he quickly dismissed it to turn around and look at Albert.

“What’s you doin’ here anyways ? It’s late, usually y’ always sleep at that time.”

“I was bored,” the other retorted with some sort of… bore, in his voice.

“Huh. Bored.”

“Yeah, and I couldn’t really text you. It’s not the right time period.”

“Ah, fuck. Progress.”

They both sighed. Fuck you, twentieth century. You sucked ass.

“But like, d’ you even plan on doin’ stuff or are we just sittin’ here waitin’ for one of us to fall asleep ?”

Albert raised an eyebrow. Fuck if he knew, it wasn’t like he was great at planning things. Maybe they should be going outside, at least in Race’s opinion - it’d be more fun. Even if he’d have to put his shirt back on, maybe.

“Well, maybe we could go… in the field. It’s nice out, the sky’s clear an’ all…”

That was his only idea, and it just so happened Race absolutely loved it. How surprising ! Race loved hanging out in the field, which coincidentally consisted of his entire life since he was a child ! How unexpected. No, really, the biggest grin formed on his face and he immediately pulled himself up, his long legs allowing him to stand taller than Albert even when the other was standing. Which is why he was referred to as 'taller’ early on.

“Yea, right ! Let’s go now ! Do I gotta put my shirt back on ?”

Albert glared for a second. The blond thought the answer would be 'no’, but quickly, the other’s features softened, even adding on a soft smile. “Nah, it’ll just be us anyway. Not like anyone comes in the field at night 'cept for us.”

Success. No one could truly force him to wear a shirt, tiddies or not ! Well, he’d rather do without, but top surgery isn’t a safe procedure yet, is it ? Oh, and probably expensive if it does exist. What year is it exactly ? 1910 ? Whatever it is, he has to wait.

Race pulled the other up with little to no effort, and in a few, quiet but sort of clumsy seconds, they were sneaking out of the stables, running off to the field and laughing quite loudly for a night situation. Did they care ? Would it wake anybody ? No, to both. They were free to do what they wanted - that same freedom Race had held onto for quite a long time. He loved sharing it with someone else. Made his heart flutter, and oh god, was that part of his mindset change ? He didn’t mind it so much as it was unexpected. Was he meant to feel so great with his only friend ? Probably, that was how friends were. Probably.

Once in the field, the two boys looked around them. It was quiet. Some wild animals jumping here and there - rabbits, mice, lizards and whatnot. Maybe snakes too, for all they cared. That wasn’t scary to them anymore, at that point in time.

It was all quiet. Quiet felt nice. And it was nice, up until grass was thrown at the blond, and a loud noise of protest left him.

“Hey, what !”

Soon enough he was running after Albert, who despite being a good runner, didn’t manage to match with Race’s speed. And a few seconds later, he was being tackled to the ground, them rolling in the grass for a few metres before they just laid there, panting a little and resting against each other, breathy giggles leaving them as they caught their breaths, Race’s bare chest pressed against Albert’s arm, who didn’t seem to pay any mind to it. Race felt comfortable. Race felt accepted, just like his friend had always made him feel, and no one was here to judge either of them.

That was freedom, wasn’t it ?

As they slowly calmed down, they both laid down on their back, their eyes staying closed for a little while until they both made the decision to look up at the sky.

The stars were beautiful. They had the privilege to witness a moon not covered by clouds ; they could totally see in the dark. With such a bright light, no one could… trip on their foot, or a tree’s roots, or anything that could possibly be an obstacle on the ground. Either way, Race’s eyes were lost in these stars, a hint of a smile back on his lips as he did so. And Albert had decided to watch him instead, to watch how his eyes reflected that sight he admired.

“Hey…” Albert spoke softly after a while.”

“Hm ?”

“Isn’t this amazing ?”

“Like… the sky ? Yea.” Race sounded sort of absent-minded, but if there had to be an emotion, it’d be… joy.

“No, I mean… like, us. Our… friendship.”

“Ah.”

The blond paused. He blinked, then closed his eyes again. “Yea. I think it’s probably on my top three favourite things ‘bout livin’ here an’ workin’ for ya old man.”

This earned a chuckle from the other, who shook his head. “Better be, punk.”

“Hey, oh.”

They both laughed. Then, more silence. Fortunately, awkward silences between them had stopped after the age of six ; all silence was just silent understanding. Silent conversations where all they had to say was ‘hey, I really trust you and what’s happening is really comfortable ; I feel safe and happy’. A nice conversation.

Then Race felt Albert’s hand on his own. A reflex: holding it. So he did. And no one said a word.

Could he have held anyone else’s hand ? That kid who couldn’t let anyone approach him without being aggressive or offensive to keep people away from me, the one who always got in trouble for nonsense on purpose, that kid whose trust was only given to Albert. Probably not. He’d maybe made a few friends, but no one came close.

And while silence reigned, someone had to break it off. This time, it was Race.

“Can we… cuddle ?”

“Sure.”

Albert sounded sleepy. Race found it quite adorable, but he held back from commenting and brought himself closer to his friend again, resting his head on his chest and his arm wrapping around him. Albert responded by wrapping his own arm around the blond’s waist, and pulling him just a little closer.

Sleep became so tempting.

Maybe Race fell asleep there, thinking about that evening that had passed by so quickly when he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep well and nothing could help that. Maybe Albert took this opportunity to press a light kiss to Race’s head, humming quietly and looking up at the sky one last time.

“You’re killin’ me, Racey…”

He kept his voice quiet so it wouldn’t wake his friend. But they were both smiling, and maybe a field wasn’t the best location to sleep in, the happiness on their face was worth every uncomfortable spot in the grass.

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"Why are you still here?" with either Sparcy or RedFinch?

hmmmhm bold of you to assume i’d write for redfinch but well tried i don’t have anything against the ship but ppl made me dislike it from the start i’m sorry hh

anyway here’s uhhhh sparcy idk if i should put a tw ? tell me what i should add if needed !! it’s sort of angsty i think though so uh yeah

“Why are you still… here ?”

“Oh. Uh.”

The question had come off as a surprise, for Darcy certainly hadn’t heard the other step in the room. Oh, he’d just been too focused on other things, like… the really bad sensation everything was offering at the moment, including the clothing. Especially the clothing.

“Feeling bad. I forgot to get out.”

“Darcy, no one takes baths with their clothes on.”

“Contributes to the feeling bad part…”

This was concerning, for Spot at least. The other didn’t seem very phased by anything, except the fact his clothes felt all sticky and gross. It did make him feel awful, but nothing in him had given him the courage to take them off. So he was stuck there, in water that was just cold at this point, and he didn’t move. Just… rocking back and forth kind of staring at the water, but he wasn’t really staring. Looking at nothing would be a better way to describe it ; Spot understood what that meant and his heart broke, every second he spent watching him before he decided to make a move and step closer.

“Can I touch you ?” He enquired, cautiously leaning against the bathtub and waiting for Darcy to nod before he leaned closer, struggling to take his shirt off - but managing. Setting it on the floor next to the tub, he then got onto taking his pants and underwear off, making them join the shirt and shifting to turn on the water. He didn’t want to see his boyfriend get sick because of this. He needed a warm bath, not this cold water.

With the hot water now running, Spot tried to mix it with the rest of the water to warm it up. Soon enough, he was also gently poking Darcy to bring him back to reality.

“You should sit more comfortably, hey… Do you want bubbles ?” His tone always kept soft and quiet. Noise would only worsen things, and he’d been very careful to be a better boyfriend lately. Darcy seemed more responsive too, more… aware. And he laid back against the tub, humming quietly as he closed his eyes. “No bubbles.”

Spot was about to nod, but the other added a gesture to it - a hand gesture. Gesture that meant, ‘leave the room’. This time, he nodded, and with that he left the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Darcy was back in the living room, where Spot was waiting on the couch. Quickly joining him, the shorter of the two offered him a smile and shifted closer.

“How’re you feelin’ ?” All these questions were always genuine, and full of both love and worry. But Darcy was smiling as well this time, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Good, thank you for the water. You forgot to take care of the wet clothes, so I put them in the washing machine for you.”

“Oh… yea. Sorry, I kinda forgot about these…”

“It’s fine, I’d told you to leave anyway. It’s nothing big.” Darcy wheezed softly, reaching out to hold Spot’s hand and leaning against him with a sigh. “Didn’t really wanna get out, though. The bath felt really nice without the clothes.”

“Yea, usually people don’t like wet clothing,” Spot retorted with a sort of sarcasm, but Darcy was quick to smack his arm lightly. “Don’t be such a smartass, that’s my job,” he joked, then pecking Spot’s cheek. “Thank you for helping me out, even if you’re being mean.”

“I’d be a shit boyfriend if I didn’t help you when you need it.”

“True.”

Silence settled in. Just lying against each other, Darcy with his eyes closed and Spot fondly watching over him. He preferred the peaceful moments, the ones when Darcy was happy. That was all he deserved, and he was so stupid for not having managed to do it right before. He was always trying - Darcy deserved someone who tried for him.

“What do you wanna eat tonight ?”

“I’d say Chinese.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll order it.”

“Thank you.” A pause. “Hey, Spot ?”

“Hm ?”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

Then both of them were.

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"Let me help you!" For sparcy (this ship is so incredible) please?

mom i made it halloween fluff

It was that time of the year again - no, not Christmas, Halloween - and Spot was… agitated, to say the least. It wasn’t the first time the other had witnessed it, but the first time he’d seemed to understand what the core problem was, and that problem was decorating the entire apartment. Of course, he couldn’t have known before ; they’d been dating for so long but only recently had he moved in with the other.

All in all, Spot was just running around and groaning about fake webs that wouldn’t stick or some things like that. That was what Darcy could understand from the grumbling he was hearing.

It was overwhelming, wasn’t it ? Seeing your partner just getting into all this mess, not knowing what to do or how to do it, and yourself just watching and not lending a hand. Yes, maybe it was frustrating as well, but Darcy let it go on for a few hours. Hours. What kind of patience was that ? He surprised himself ; with all due respect Spot was a very hard person to live with. For someone like himself, that is. He loved him with his entire heart, but he’d known less stressful times… or maybe not, but stress wasn’t caused by a person directly being stressful right in front of him.

And yet this mess lasted. And it lasted. And it lasted, for a while longer, another while ; Darcy kept his mind focused on his phone, as he just typed some things in his phone’s notes. Some things he wanted to remember perhaps, but the truth was just that he was writing poems, because why not ? A good stress reliever to some, including him, and… and it just didn’t work this time.

With that, he put his phone aside and stood, hands on his hips as he turned to the other.

“Spot, you can’t keep messing up how everything looks if you don’t even know how to do it !”

That sure stopped the other, who looked at him with quite the confusion.

“Uh… Sorry ?” He uttered, his eyebrows furrowing.

“No, no - let me help you ! That way, we can… maybe amount to something ? I mean, you - geez, how much - you’ve got enough decorations for the entire place at this rate but nothing is being done so… you know ?”

“That’s harsh, I uh– I managed to stick a spider up there.”

He sheepishly pointed at the lone plastic spider he’d indeed put up in one of the corners, which Darcy stared at with no real expression for a few seconds before he just snorted and looked away.

“Okay, so… anyway. What do you need me to do exactly ?”

“Well, the webs…”

“Oh, don’t worry, I understood that much.” Darcy paused and looked at the mess that was the pile of decoration lying in the middle of the living room. “So… We’ve got skeletons, some… ghosts ? Well, a lot of ghosts. Too many ghosts. Why– Spot, why’s there so many ghosts ?”

Spot frowned at the question. Ah, bringing back memories.

“Elmer and Albert wanted a… ghost-off. Showin’ who could get the better ghosts. So, I kept all, because… they didn’t get them, they made them, and I thought that was important, maybe.”

And once again, despite how silly it was, just seeing Spot’s softer side made his heart melt. Really, he didn’t need to pretend he was the toughest out there. Being soft was definitely just as good.Darcy stepped closer to the mess, looking closer. There were a lot of fake skeletons as well, but even… a fake, life-sized witch ? That was terrifying.

“And… where did you get this ?”

“Davey brought it, said it was a gift from his brother or somethin’. Didn’t have the heart to throw it out, so…”

“No, don’t worry, it’s really great. Like, really. It’s dreadful. I wouldn’t want it to welcome me everytime I’d get home. Pure Halloween spirit, really.”

“Oh, okay.” A small smile made its way to Spot’s lips. Darcy responded with a grin, before looking further and frowning in horror at the realisation.

“Wait - you didn’t… get any pumpkins, did you ?”

“Oh, I didn’t think I’d get any really… Carvin’ ‘em can be a b–”

“No, no, we have to have pumpkins ! Come on, Spot, it’s- you can’t do this to me.”

And Darcy’s glare led to the five pumpkins they brought home three hours later, Darcy quickly getting to making them suitable for the holiday and even giving them a nice scent. He really was getting into this, wasn’t he ? Watching him was as endearing to Spot as Spot’s soft side was to Darcy. They were both nerds, the rumour come out.

All in all, it took them three days to get everything settled - and hell, it was beautiful. Darcy was satisfied, and when was he ever ? Well, he was easily satisfied, but holiday decorations were a different thing. Not only decorations here, but costumes. They had matching costumes ! Not that they needed to wear them yet, but they’d both put in effort for the costumes to look right. 

After all, Autumn was the season Persephone returned to the Underworld ; why not celebrate her and her husband ?

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Fire should be illegal - Ralbert

It really should js, but it’s fun so who cares

Second part, here’s the first part ewe

Race has fire powers, he deals with the consequences of his tomfooleries, but... not today

Please REBLOG if you liked it !! ( also don’t be afraid of commenting )

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The prompt for this one was “We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”, hehehe

Ever since Race had found out about his abilities - and things had been sorted out between Albert and him regarding this matter -, he'd... somehow tried to control it a little better. Small beginnings, of course ; accidents that occurred because they had to. After the candles had been lit perfectly, Race had thought it wouldn't go too wrong, but he'd managed to be wrong about something yet again. Nothing unusual, but unlike many things, this one was actually dangerous.

He hadn't deemed wearing the gloves useful, at first: he'd managed to control it this time, that meant he could control it as a whole, right ? Mistake !

See, Race somehow had spotted the beginning of a painting of Albert and himself Jack had began, and while his excitement had overcome him and he'd grabbed it to go and show his boyfriend, his hands had done the work. In under a few seconds, there were ashes on the ground, and a true feeling of... yes, terror. He'd burnt one of Jack's paintings. Great, but not the worst one ; Crutchie had recently adopted a puppy despite Davey being unconditionally terrified of her. The blond, once again getting excited at the sight of the little thing, almost burnt her - the fire fortunately left his hands before they were against the pup, and he just rushed himself outside instead of saying anything about it. He'd also almost set the kitchen on fire again, but he'd fixed it before it got too bad, and they didn't have to buy anything. It'd suck, with the amount of no money they had.

All this had happened in two weeks, pretty much, and now Race was just sprawled out on his stomach on their bed, looking at the door with a lot of feelings internally, but externally he was deadpanning. At himself. Albert was watching him from time to time, himself scrolling down his phone, then eventually chuckled and shifted so he'd be close enough to gently tap his shoulder.

"C'mon, don't make this face. What's wrong now ?"

"Y' know what." The answer clearly wasn't as enthusiastic, which earned a laugh from the redhead as he ruffled his hair.

"I mean, you ain't been doin' so bad, huh ?"

"Yea, ain't been doin' too bad. Been doin' awful. Clearly, there's a difference, an' we sure gotta point it out."

This time, Albert rolled his eyes. Race wasn't looking at him, but he could tell if he did have a better reaction it'd be pushing his hand away. Things weren't going well for him, nor for anyone else really - and by his fault -, and he was supposed to... not make this face ? What a joke. If he had the ability, he'd be hidden underground, living as a hermit with no prospects. He was already doing the "no prospects" part well, though, to be fair. The redhead kept his hand in his hair, either way. Just ruffled it some more.

"C'mon, it's fine. We're just... all a bit stronger than we think we are."

"Oh, what - don't pull that shit on me !" This time Race turned around, shoving Albert before sitting up and huffing, reaching out to throw a pillow at him.

Another light laugh left his boyfriend though, and he shifted back closer to him, forcefully pulling him into a hug and bringing him back down, lying down but keeping him in his arms. Which the blond didn't really fight against, instead leaning into it and sighing quietly. These embraces were comforting, and he didn't have the strength to stay angry. He was upset with himself, but he wasn't as angry and frustrated. Or maybe he was. But it didn't manifest as much.

For a while, nothing else moved, only breathing could be heard and eventually Race calmed down, his frown having softened by then.

"I don't know, Al. I jus'... keep fuckin' it up, like it's gotten worse or somethin'. Whenever I feel a bit more of anythin' than usual, everythin's on fire."

"Maybe works with your heart rate ?" The other suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"No idea. But I burnt that thing Jack was doin' an' I feel like shit. Didn't even say sorry, kinda just... ran away, I should'a waited for him to come back but how do I explain to him that I burnt his stuff ? Couldn't have been an accident..."

If someone had to know about Race's troubles and insecurities, it could only be Albert. And of course, he did understand where his lover was coming from, how was he to explain ? If only he knew. Sigh.

"Just... Maybe just tell him."

"What ? You're crazy ! What's he gonna say if I jus' tell him my hands made fire ?"

"I don't know. Try it so you know what's he gonna say."

The look on Race's face was something. Part of him seemed like he just didn't comprehend what he was told to do, and... well, he understood, yes, but was that a normal thing you just told your friend ? Was this something that happened ? Perhaps, because if he had these powers then it wasn't so unusual, but he still couldn't tell what the reaction would be. Or if it'd be a good idea to come out about it.

"Think I should... tell everyone ?" So he was considering it either way.

"Yeah, I think so," Albert began, holding him closer and pressing a kiss on his forehead. Hopefully reassuring him a little more. "They'll understand, I mean... If I understood, they can understand too, yea ? We're all friends."

"I guess."

Race did feel vulnerable at the moment, but everything was just exhausting anyway. He'd deal with this another day, surely ; at the moment his thoughts were well enough, he didn't need more... bleh.

"Can I nap an' forget this shit ?"

"Do I look like I'd say no to a nap ?"

"... No, but I 'on' know. Oh, whatever, shut up." The blond groaned and buried his face in Albert's chest, frowning some more. "Shut up an' just hug me."

Albert laughed, shaking his head before closing his eyes. "Sure thing, shithead."

"Nah, you."

"Love you too."

That was probably the best way to end this conversation ; a good, well-deserved nap.

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coffee shop au 4 (the one with the different names written on the coffee on different days) with ralbert? :)

disclaimer: don’t give me shit for their names i am TERRIBLE at names

but yea here are the sappho de lesbos stans

Once again, the ‘mystery customer’ was striking.

That sounding pretty ominous, it was nothing that serious. It was just that every week, always on a different day, they’d get that girl coming in. And she’d come at times it was pretty dead, most likely to get the same barista. There she always went, leaning on the counter, giving these soft eyes and these sweet words, and she’d leave with her order. It was never the same order either, she just… drank of everything, apparently. Your fave could never.

Somehow, she was indeed having an effect on that barista she was messing with, but that didn’t make her any less frustrating to deal with. Yeah, the flirting was nice, but if she had a set name it’d just be so much easier, wouldn’t it ? Because giving a different name every week was getting a little old.

Of course, the barista would get quite frustrated after some time, how couldn’t she ? It’d been going on long enough. And the list of names… were similar, for some. Sometimes just complete unrealistic jokes. She could remember them all - Race, Racer, Racetrack, Antonio, Anthony, Tony, even Edmund and Ed,… Pretty Girl, too. Maybe this one was fitting, but Berta absolutely refused to believe any of these other names were that “pretty girl’s” name. For one, some of these weren’t names, and well… the others were masculine, and judging by that last nickname, she wasn’t a guy.

Either way, the redhead had a hard time staying calm as the blonde began babbling, her oddly squeaky voice fitting so well with her messy accent and pronunciation, her tripping over words and her obnoxious giggle sounding somewhat endearing… Okay, maybe she totally wasn’t paying attention to what she was being told and she got too busy getting lost in thought, but who could blame her ?

… Right, herself.

Once she woke from this kind of weird daydreaming phase, she tried to harden her expression a little. “Okay, yeah. And the order ?” She said, maybe a little harshly. But it didn’t bother her customer, whose grin widened despite her cheeks perhaps darkened a tad.

Quad venti blonde breve latte, extra hot, no foam, four pumps vanilla, three pumps cinnamon dolce, two white mocha, stirred, light whip, extra cinnamon topping.

This was ridiculous. Once again, the girl’s order had to be ridiculous. Maybe that was one time too much, and that “one time too much” the barista didn’t bother waiting for the girl to give her a name. No, she was choosing it herself. It was obvious to see on the blonde’s face that she wasn’t exactly expecting that, but did she really have a choice ? No.

“Look at it once you’re outside,” Berta muttered, groaning quietly when the girl smiled again and poked her cheek before making her way out, whistling pretty loud - and getting looks from other customers, although admittedly there really weren’t that many. It still grabbed some of them’s attention, enough for them to notice the  barista quickly yet quietly following after her, letting her coworkers take care of the place if even just for a few minutes.

Keeping sight of the blonde wasn’t the hardest task. She hadn’t gone far, just walked a few metres away and was now reading the name written on her cup with some sort of surprise.

Endearing, the shorter girl would tell you.

Casually enough, she made a few steps until she was close enough to the girl, before pausing and more or less working up the courage to talk. She wasn’t all that good at communication all the time, but she still tried. “So, Foxy,” she called out, causing the other to jump and turn around. Her gaze was always as captivating, perhaps due to how obviously emotional it was - reading her mind was impossible, but her state of mind was all too obvious at all times. What really got Berta though, it surely was how evident the blush on her face was. Striking, such a contrast with her blue eyes and her blond curls, that pink really fit well. Made her look softer, and maybe a little less insufferable.

Her lips moved incoherently for a few seconds before she frowned, and pointed at the cup. “Y'ain’t wrote that, it’s ‘Vixen’ on it,” she protested, getting the other to raise an eyebrow. Maybe it’d been easy to guess making that flirty girl flustered wasn’t hard at all, but it still gave her some satisfaction. Oh, and also it was cute.

“I know what I wrote and I know vixens are foxes.” That sure wasn’t the answer that girl had hoped for. Berta could see her bite down on her lip as she thought of a reply.

“… Yea, but– still. Why’s that anyways, I 'on’t look like a fox !”

“Reminded me of one.”

Could the girl make it any more obvious that she clearly wasn’t used to being teased ? Or, flirted with, depending on how she took it. Either way, just one more endearing, sweet thing about that cute fellow, and it kind of made the former more confident.

This time though, maybe she actually put some thought into what she was about to say. Nothing crazy, but she’d always worked on that “speaking before thinking” basis, pretty much ; having to really work out some sort of appropriate response, or even question for the situation. Because in the end, that barista had ended up following her outside, there must’ve been a reason. Yes, that’d be her question.

“So… What’s ya doin’ here ? Ain’t ya workin’ ?” She uttered, her accent somewhat worsened. Oh, maybe because she was chewing on the… the cup. Was that a stress reliever ? Whatever.

“I wanna get your name.”

“What, I gave–”

“Your real name, so I don’t sob to my friends about a cute girl named Anthony,” Berta insisted, almost mockingly - although that was all light-hearted. The poor girl seemed to whimper after “cute girl”. Haha, she found her cute, she could die happy was what the whimper meant.

“Well… 'f ya want my name, then I bet you should invite me for a sleepover some time !” The blonde tried. It probably came off as silly, even if Berta just thought it adorable.

“A… sleepover ?”

“Yea, like… the best kind'a date.” She continued, managing to sound genuine about it. “It ain’t too fast if I’ been comin’ to your shop for two months. We can totally have a sleepover.”

“But I could be a murderer an’ kill you in your sleep.”

“Bitch, wha’s the issue here ? I’d die a happy death.” She retorted - maybe a little too quickly. A chance she hadn’t pulled out the whole “oh, crush me with your arms” or any sort of stupid stuff she looked like she would totally say. And the redhead clearly wasn’t wrong about that, that kind of answer had definitely come out of that girl’s mouth a few times… Maybe she shouldn’t be thinking about it.

“So, name ?”

She seemed embarrassed to say it. “Anya.”

“That’s a real pretty name.”

“Yea, shut ya’ trap, spare me the compliments.” Anya groaned, her gaze wandering elsewhere. “ ’S just a name.”

“Sure, Anya,” Berta answered with a chuckle, shaking her head. “So you said a sleepover ?”

“Yea.”

“Then gi'mme your phone number or something.”

“Ya wrote yours on the cup.”

“… Ah, I did that.”

“Yea.”

It was her time to be embarrassed again, it seemed. Had she really forgotten so easily ? That was a shame for sure, but Anya wouldn’t be too bothered by it, she could tell.

“Anyway, I’m… I’m gonna need to go back to work. Maybe come more often. Oh, and you don’t have to run away everytime, you can drink it at the shop,” the shorter girl offered. But she was met with a head shake, and that bright, quite shit-eating grin the blonde always wore. Back to normal, huh ? Couldn’t stay away too long.

“Nah, I’m a busy gal ! Gotta get goin’ as well. I’ll catch ya later.”

“Oh, well…” Was that sadness ? Yes, maybe she’d have liked to talk to her some time, at the shop. But if she was busy, then… “Talk to you soon.”

Anya waved, blew her a kiss and then… ran away. And Berta watched her, frankly smitten. What a goddamn rowdy… cutie.

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> hey> pretty girl here

|Text| to: pretty girl

> oh hey.> how do you spell yr name ?

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries

> howevs u want idc> yknow if i didnt have no decency id have said such bs> like huge

|Text| to: pretty girl

> like ?

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries

> crush me w ur arms

|Text| to: pretty girl

> oh my god> shut up> or i will

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries

> pls do> >:3c

|Text| to: pretty girl

> you’re impossible

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> ur used to it now suck it up> im even funnier thru text> i send memes> n shit> hey?> also> cats have three lips

|Text| to: pretty girl

> hey you know wht maybe u should sleep !

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries and my heart

> lol maybe!!!!> wish me gn

|Text| to: pretty girl

> goodnight. dont dream of people crushing you

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries and my heart

> hdskjdghsdh> ill update u on that

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I wrote about death and Love

Just trying something out, not anything fandom-related ( or you can imagine it so if you want, but... that’s gonna be hard maybe lmao my mind went to at least three different fandoms while writing it and only one would maybe be fitting, but there’d be no characters for it except one )

Maybe I caught some of that Halloween spirit yeet yeet !

It’s set in a sort of fantasy setting if it can help understand why it can seem so,, heartless. and like. “we won’t do anything to help u”. it’s bc they Can’t bc they Don’t Know what to Do

there’s also a lot of confusion. that’s normal. i write like i’m writing a script for a film so don’t worry abt it if u don’t understand shit it’s bc i visualise everything and then i write it down without thinking about how shitty it will look hsfjdkhd

TW: death, sort of graphic description of stuff that’s kinda not cool ?, also stuff about someone who kinda goes so obsessed she can’t recognise reality I don’t know really but it’s macabre and depressing idk why I wrote that maybe it’s vent but idk why I’d write that to vent !! just. hm

Frozen. Here she lied ; was this truly her peace ? It couldn’t be. If herself wasn’t in peace, how could this bruised, cold skin and these pale, glassy eyes reflect any ? Glassy, they were. She was afraid of looking too long into them, might she see her own reflection in these gruesome mirrors. They were the mirrors of someone’s soul, once.

Tears fell next to them. She stood. A few seconds of reflection before a foggy breath left her, and she was kneeling back down.

Her frail hands were shaking as she took her cloak off, a deaf sob barely reaching her own ears as she carefully placed it on the other figure, covering shoulders and chest. She wished she could see her chest heave just another time.Not another time. More. She wished to see her blink, her eyes giving her stern but affectionate glare again ; she yearned to watch her as she took the cloak off and sat up, offering her a reassuring smile, and she stood, trying to rearrange her messy clothes ; she needed to see her move, as her skirt twirled around and her rare, but bright laughter seemed to echo comfortingly. Hearing her again. Feeling her breath and her gaze, and her words shooting through her mind in the worst ways, her fingers grazing her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t alone, she was fine.

Except she wasn’t. And she was alone, in her little world of fiction she was creating for herself - but in reality, there was no way she could be alone in such a place. However, the world around her had stopped existing, and soon, perhaps she would too. Only perhaps. Nothing in her seemed to show an ounce of concern over that, she hadn’t realised it yet. She wouldn’t realise it. Her mind was making her stare at saliva dripping from the mouth. A detail, but it hadn’t moved in hours at least. It was stuck, like stuck in time. But it wasn’t time, it was the cold. Time never truly stopped, only in people’s imagination.

Her fingers held a tighter grip over the cloak’s fabric, but one of them soon moved to rest on the body’s cold cheek. Colder than her own skin ; her body wanted to gasp, but didn’t have the strength to do so. Frozen.

“... out of here.”

The world still existed.

“Quick, get her out of here ! I won’t repeat myself a third time,” a harsh voice rang out, strong enough to wake her up. “If you leave her to die, I’ll make sure you meet the fate you deserve.”

She didn’t try to stand. She knew they were talking about her. They were always so careful, weren’t they... So caring. Her dark eyes narrowed. She slowly let herself rest on top of that body she cherished so much, closing her eyes - she felt herself go. Hands grabbed her shoulders and forcefully dragged her, she wasn’t nearly conscious enough to feel it. Her betrothed, dancing in a field, the war was over ; they laughed together. What war ? What was war ? Foreign... She laughed. The soldiers were distraught, but kept leading her away. Failing their mission meant death, especially with the war happening all around them. But she was so happy, in her field, with her loved one who’d never truly returned it, but love was blind, and love wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t as happy and beautiful as her grandmother’s tales had told her in such sweet lies. And she’d lied to herself. Love was beautiful.

They thought otherwise. Love was cold, and unforgiving. Love was made of stone, and breaking a person’s mind aroused Him in terrible, depraved ways. They’d been a victim of Him, just like the person they loved ; she’d succumbed, they stood their ground. They had to. They had to face Love, this merciless demon who couldn’t get enough of shattering every remaining piece of humanity in them. They endured the pain. Someone had to beat Love.

Up. Awake. Her eyes opened. The same ceiling made of stones... She was home. What relief. Minutes passed, then she moved. Stood from her bed, despite her leg giving in. She was standing ; she believed she was standing. She walked ; her body was crawling, but she was walking. Her entire left leg had lost its function to frostbite, but she believed she could walk. Looked around as she walked through different rooms, her smile constantly growing. She was home ! She only needed to find the one. 

An endless maze. She never realised it. Everyone else did.

They watched. Everytime she came back to the room they were in, their gaze lowered. After a few hours, they had closed their eyes ; a friend came to check in, asked if all was okay, and was rejected. And once they were alone again, tears fell. Tears fell next to her as she came back, and left them in what they were forced to call “being alone”.

Could they refuse calling it “being alone”, if the only person there was unable to even notice your simple existence ? They were alone.

It stopped after three days.

She was stuck on the floor, laughing hysterically yet so painfully. She hadn’t stood a single time, but this time she was unable to move. All she could do was laugh, and call for her love. She was hungry, she was thirsty, they thought. They’d grown almost indifferent to this miserable, almost pathetic sight. 

[ From the beginning, they’d known it would be yet another dramatic unrequited love story ; they’d sworn they wouldn’t pay too much mind to it. They wouldn’t trap themselves in attachment. Things had turned out in Love’s favour. They’d hated it. They hated Him. They’d hated how He made them feel, as what once had held a soul yearning for justice and truth became a well of insanity and suffering. Her smile had grown so much she didn’t resemble herself anymore.

“A crawlin’ monster on the carpet,” Love’d whispered in His husky, sultry voice, then snickered. “That’s what you’re thinkin’, boy. How could she end up like that ? You could’ve prevented it, nice guy.”

They’d clenched their jaw ; hadn’t responded. She wasn’t a monster ; she was long gone. And they’d never been a boy, nice guy. Love’d never listened, Love loved putting them through this. ]

But it wasn’t working on them anymore. Indifference, as aforementioned - things were easier to handle when their heart wasn’t being put into it. And somehow, Love had stopped tormenting them. All they felt anymore, was pity. There was nothing to be done ; they stayed there by habit. The walls around them didn’t change. The chair they were sitting on was still the same, and the people who bothered bring them some water and food occasionally were always the same.

Their eyes got lost after a few more hours ; as they stopped focusing and eventually fell asleep, she fell into a sleep deeper they’d ever known. Her last words weren’t words, a cry for help. A language they didn’t speak. They heard it in their dream. And as they woke up in the middle of the night, a last gift from Love awaited them : that macabre view. Her eyes still open, her mouth forever shaped into that terrifying grin she’d worn last, and the saliva dripping from her chin.

They stood. Walked closer. Love hadn’t left, just hidden. Maybe Love had won. Maybe they didn’t care anymore. The world seemed to stop existing, as they kneeled next to the body. She was cold, wasn’t she ? They could feel the cold ; their hands were shaking. She must’ve been cold as well. They took their coat off, draped it over her. The door opened, a voice spoke. They heard a scream, but did they really hear it ?

Or, were they stuck in their world where they were alone with their loved one both laughing and dancing in a field, when in reality they were alone without her - and their only company was the fight occurring, as the fortress was being invaded ?

It was likely they were unaware of reality.

Frozen.

Tag list: - @graceful-popcorn - idk who else would wanna be tagged in that tbh dhgkjdg

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A Friend, a Jelmer fanfic

Andy back at it again with the shit title ! Edit: someone give me a "probably" word count geez

Here’s part one,

Guardian Angel AU, modern setting, all set all good.

Tagged: @well-the-kids-do-too @racetrackcook @i-got-personality @imjusttheoutgoingsidekick @thatfancyclam @we-dont-sell-papes @ben-cook-can-cook @not-your-cigar @fuckinviral @jackhasdreams @racescoronas @suddenly-im-respecsable ( i don’t remember if you wanted to be added to the tag list or not ? i have 0 memory and i’m so sorry if this bothers you, feel free to tell me so i edit it ! )

"Okay, but - even if you don't have your wings, I don't see how you're going to fit in. I mean, what are you going to do ? Live with a foster family ? These are bad ! I have friends who live with a foster family, and it's bad."

"Hmm... Yea, I know that but, I'd thunk I could live with ya."

"Uhuh."

He had expected that to be a joke, but the angel seemed pretty serious as he spoke. Or not necessarily serious, but it seemed he meant it. Uhuh. He wasn't sure how to take it or how it was supposed to happen, though ; he just tried to adjust his own mood to his friend's.

"You mean... My parents are just gonna have to be fine with raising a kid who appeared out of nowhere and who doesn't have papers and stuff ?"

"That ain't what I said, but ya'll see what I mean. Don't worry ! It'll be fine."

... Fine. Okay.

To be honest, JoJo had many more questions, but at the moment they had to head home ; the sun was starting to fade. How long had passed since they'd started talking ? Taken aback by the evening, he stood regardless, helping his friend up before beginning to walk, pointing in the direction of where he lived. "We're gonna have to walk a bit, but it'll be fast."

"Oh, I know !" He was met with such enthusiasm, he was almost surprised.

"You... know."

"Well, yea. Guardian angels gotta watch their pal for a bit before they can go see an' meet 'em. That's how it works !"

Uhuh, rational, right... Well, now he was pointing it out, it surely made sense. Not that he felt stupid for asking, but a tiny bit. "Okay, well, then let's go... home."

Because Elmer said they'd live together, apparently. He didn't, mind, just - how was this supposed to happen ?

He had his answer quickly.

As they finally arrived home and walked in, the taller boy's mother greeted him, however frowning at the sight of that kid who seemed... well, unfortunate. Her concerned gaze made JoJo's chest tighten a little. Was she going to allow his friend to stay ? What was his plan ? Did he... really have a plan ? He seemed confident, despite how stiff and tense he was, and had been ever since they'd gotten to meet. Frankly, his mother was pretty much having the same reaction he did back when they'd first met, maybe two hours ago. But then she spoke, and that was when things became confusing.

"Who's your friend, Jo ?" She gently inquired, as worry could be heard in her voice regardless.

"Well, he's..."

"I'm his childhood friend, Elmer Kasprzak !" What ? She'd never buy this. "An' my parents kind'a kicked me out, so JoJo'd told me ya'd be fine with havin' me stay here 'till I find a better place !"

Her expression didn't seem to change, and he didn't seem to stop speaking.

"By the way, Miss, we' seen each other already, right ? I came over many many times ! An' we even made cookies together once. I blow'd it but we tried. We also go to mass together. 'Member ?"

At this point, JoJo's jaw had pretty much dropped, and the way his eyebrows were furrowing indicated just how flabbergasted he was. How was she even supposed to believe that ? He didn't even look like he was from this time period ! And he had an accent they both had never heard. Or at least, JoJo was pretty sure he had never heard it before... maybe once, but he couldn't say where. On TV, he thought. It wasn't American, either way, or... a mix of New York and... somewhere in Europe ? Oh, he couldn't tell, he wasn't an expert. Just a hunch.

"Oh, now that you mention it."

The strangest goddamn thing, what ?

His mother was now nodding, and her face had softened. Did she remember lies that never even happened ? What kind of... "Well, Elmer, you know we don't have a lot of room here, but we'll try to make you as comfortable as possible."

"Tha's fine ! It's just like a long sleepover. We've had lots of fun with sleepovers so we can see it like that !"

That earned a laugh from her.

Meanwhile, JoJo was staring, wide eyed, frowning and overall completely stunned, which made his mother laugh once again as she gently patted his head.

"Now, what's the matter ? C'mon, you guys go to your room and have some fun before dinner."

"Actually, Miss-- can I demand somethin' ? Can we eat in his room ? I got many things to talk about." Elmer seemed to be incredibly convincing and good at what he was doing, because once again she agreed. Needless to comment on JoJo's reaction. Dinner was sacred, wasn't it ? They had to pray before eating ! How could they not, how could she--

"Fine, boys. I'll have to dismiss you now, I'm not on chore duty today but I have a show to watch."

Well, good to know dad was doing the dishes and the cooking tonight, alright. Probably the only normal information he'd received in the past... ten minutes.

"Have fun with that !" Elmer's cheerful voice rang again, before he grabbed JoJo's wrist and practically dragged him to his room. Once they were inside, door closed and sitting on the bed ( not the door, them ), the latter couldn't help but whimper in exasperation and distress. What the heck was happening ?

" 's mind control," the other simply replied, with a cheeky grin. "Didn't tell ya beforehand 'cause I known you'd look all funny an' shocked."

"You-- mind controlled my mother ?! Is this legal in the eyes of God ?" That question was so poorly worded, the brightest and cutest giggle left the angel.

"I mean, he gave me that power ! 'Must mean I can use it when needed."

"Still... was it needed for dinner ? I mean, we pray before dinner... You should know that."

"Who's gon' prevent you from prayin' ? You can pray here. I just decided I wanted to talk to you without havin' a erase their memories after dinner."

Erase... their memories. That was a lot to take in, and Elmer absolutely realised that, he could see it on his face. He was playing with him in a way that wasn't fun at all, but in retrospect, could he blame him ? That angel had been... well, learning to be a guardian angel probably required tough training. He surely didn't get to have a lot of fun, and he still seemed pretty young ; around his age. That was old in terms of angel years, maybe ( so he assumed ), but it didn’t mean he wasn’t just like a normal human teenager.

He'd just let it be for now, for his thoughts were wandering elsewhere.

"So... Kasprzak ?"

"Uh ?" This time, it was the smaller kid's turn to be surprised. But he nodded, and smiled again, his tooth gap showing. "Yea."

"Elmer Kasprzak."

"Tha's my name."

He thought. "That's a nice name," JoJo eventually responded.

It had a nice sound to it ; somehow he couldn't help but feel attached to that boy already. Everything about him felt safe and comfortable, like he could trust him, like he knew him. Likely stemmed from being so devout... Oh, was he lucky to be so devout.

“Are you gonna keep wearing these clothes ? Can you maybe change them with your powers ?” Suddenly, some excitement seemed to bring fire to his eyes, but Elmer quickly had to shook his head.

“Nah... It ain’t necessary, so I ain’t doin’ it. It’s fine.”

“Oh.”

JoJo paused.

“But you’re gonna have to fit in.”

“I guess.”

“You’ll wear my clothes !”

Elmer raised his eyebrows. “But I’m small.”

“That’s okay, I think that it’ll look-- that uh, it’ll be fun. It doesn’t have to look perfect, right ?”

That it’ll look cute. Was that what he was going to say ? Perhaps. That was silly.

Elmer ended up grinning nonetheless. JoJo wasn’t aware whether he could read minds, but at this moment he truly hoped he couldn’t.

“Fine, then ! I’ gon’ look kinda goofy, but it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, it will. And you’ll meet my other friends. They’ll love you.”

“I’m sure they’re cool,” the angel finished with an unreadable smile.

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Beating Hearts

Third part of Darcy and Spot being the gays, and this time they’re meeting up, wrow.

There was a meeting.

They were meeting up yet again, and despite his efforts to stay composed, he could feel the sweat under his oh so neat clothes. And on his forehead. And he could feel how wet his hair already was under his hat, and it was absolutely ridiculous. He hated this. That was a risk he'd taken as he'd decided to write his feelings out in a letter he sent to someone who was of course going to share it with the other person involved. Because she had to, didn't she ? God.

Now here they were. Facing each other. He was on the verge of a panic attack, but everything was surely fine.

"I read your letter."

"Read yours."

Silence.

"I'd... thought so, since yours was a resp--"

"Some stuff ya write, I didn't understand. Looks nice, but make it more clear."

"Oh."

Poor Darcy was biting down on his lip awkwardly, suddenly feeling bad about his all neat and pretty cursive handwriting. Yes, Spot had mentioned it in his letter, sometimes he was hard to read. Why care about aesthetic, if the one person who needed to be reached couldn't even read him ? Oh, whatever, it was all done now.

Because they were facing each other, yes. He truly hated everything about this, but he'd asked for it too. Anachronism said they both reminded him of Rosa and Boyle from Brooklyn 99, with Spot being Rosa, but that's an anachronism.

Eventually, he took a deep breath and a step closer, trying to keep his distraught gaze on the smaller teen. They were still teens... The reminder of that made him feel a bit more at ease. It was normal for them to not know how to deal with this stuff, wasn't it ? He felt a little less stupid for a moment. Maybe confidence was going to help him a bit more with this as they spoke a little more, maybe, perhaps... perhaps he wouldn't ruin it all.

"I, um... Since you've read my letter. You know of the... the ways I feel, and..."

"I do. Uh, no one's... watchin', right ? We's alone ?"

He knew it. Darcy loved this about Spot ; everyone could consider him scary and tough, he was still that. A teen. He was young and dealing with things of his own, he still had the natural anxiousness and fears teens had. He was just like everyone else. And he didn't boast about being so great, because he was aware of what he was really. A soft smile couldn't help but make its way to his face as he thought and offered a quick nod.

"Katherine's not here, if that's what you're asking. She wanted to come but I told her she couldn't."

The other visibly relaxed at the confirmation that they wouldn't be disturbed... or watched. And he stepped closer in his turn. Darcy's heart skipped a beat. It began beating faster.

"Then good. 'Cause I don't want nobody aware o' that. We'd both get in trouble - but you more, I think."

He cared. Darcy's heart was beating faster.

"Thankfully you couldn't end in the Refuge anymore..."

A bitter chuckle left the other's chapped lips, and he stepped closer again, until they were close enough to touch.

"I 'on't care about that. Ya could lose everythin' ya got. Ya could end up like us. But you's rich, so don't do that. Keep the money you got. It's important."

"I'll use it to help you, though."

"Your call."

"I promise I'll help."

"You don't gotta--"

"I want to help, Spot Conlon. I want to help you and all these other kids. But... I think, selfishly, I want to help you most."

Spot grabbed the front of Darcy’s shirt and held tight onto it. Darcy’s heart was beating faster. His face felt like it was on fire.

“Don’t ruin yourself, rich boy. There’s much better than a bunch’a muddy kids. We’s good by ourselves, don’t... get us mixed.”

God, that was hot, his face was hot too.

“Then don’t get me mixed with my father or Katherine’s, we’re very different kinds of rich people. I’m willing to make sacrifices for your sakes, and I believe-- I believe refusing it would be stupid.”

The words had left him without him thinking about it. For a second, he became afraid - was this going to fuel some future feud between them ? That was the last thing he wanted. But then, lips were pressed against his own, and before he understood what was happening they were gone.

“I know that, Darcy. That’s why we can’t get the good rich people obviously mixed up with the poor kids. Ya’s our only hopes, know that ? If we want things to get better. Don’t be obvious ‘bout it.”

His heart was going to explode, there was no way around it.

Just now processing the kiss, Darcy was left sort of speechless. He couldn’t answer rightaway, meanwhile Spot’s face was definitely red as well at this point. Clenching his fists before releasing that shirt of his, he took a step back, and finally the taller teen was able to speak. 

“I wouldn’t make it too obvious. They’re aware we helped you once, I’m fairly sure they know it, but... it would be foolish to be open about it.”

He paused. Was he really going to die overwhelmed here ? By the heavens...

“But we couldn’t be open about anything else either way.”

“I know. Just gotta be... makin’ sure. Don’t speak of it.”

“I wouldn’t. Don’t either.”

“Got my word.”

Darcy trusted Spot’s word above all.

They shared another kiss, this time slower. This time better. And somehow, they wouldn’t pull away from each other.

He could hear the sound of his own heartbeat still.

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Hey! So I’m really bad at reading fics when I see them on my dash but I really want to read more of your content so I was wondering,.. what are your top 5 fics you wrote and why?

oh oof I don’t really know, well

the last one I’ve written was pretty fun, I think ! I’m vv sleep deprived but I had fun writing it still, just some casual ralbert bc why not ( can find it under the tag #androlomew writes stuff, i only recently started using it though that’s why i added links for each fanfic hdgjkdgf )

this one in my opinion was a good one because it was the beginning of some Spot/Darcy thing I’d wanted to write, and since it’s a really rare pair I’m glad it at least got some attention oofie

the first part of my Jelmer guardian angel AU ( so there’s a second part and more parts are coming ) I like, but it’s mostly bc this whole AU hides some suffering only two people have caught on with lmao,, idk why I do this

this one is Davey/Jack/Crutchie, it was real fun to write especially considering I’d been requested to write JackCrutchie and just fucked around because I felt like it hdjkfhsjgk. there’s some stuff in it that clearly indicates I was tired when I wrote it (see also “newsasleep”)

and if you just... like the good ralbert stuff then uh I guess this is good ? the beginning of an AU again ( and there’s a second part ), I like it because uh... well I like writing AUs in general + this one kind of develops into their bond and that’s something I like writing ? like showing how close they are and etc

I’ve got more ralbert but some of it involves triggering topics I guess ? and I think I kinda rushed them too. I’ve also written two character deaths which I don’t really wanna link bc like I’m guessing people wanna have a good time reading stuff dhgkjdhg

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tag game

except i wasnt tagged by anyone. i just like talking about myself

nickname: i dont..... rly have nicknames..... except adnie and androlomew from when i went by andy. only cocoa ever gave me nicknames can we thank cocoa

zodiac sign: sagittarius baby

height: 4'9"/1.49m ( funny how i managed to be the exact height that has 4 and 9 both ways )

hogwarts house: hufflepuff, though i think im on the verge of gryffindor not a single test has ever given me anything but hufflepuff so guess ill die a puffle

the last thing i googled: font generator ( facebook doesn't let me use italic and bold so i have to find ways )

favourite musicians: ah well..... onewe lmao. spyair and kiryu too check them out they're cool. im not including kpop as a whole bc the list wld be too long

song stuck in your head: crystal snow by bts apparently but like. just the intro when they're not singing yet

following: oh fuck. 1179. i rly need to clean that up

followers: 470... same as usual yall know how it is

do you get asks ? el em ah oh :") no ok i get asks sometimes... from two mutuals of mine..... and eurovision anon around eurovision time

amount of sleep: whoa it really depends. i range from 2 to 13 hours tbh

what you're wearing: a shirt and my underwear bc it's too hot even with the windows wide open i hate this stupid season and also global warming

dream job: something that involves acting and dancing and singing so like... musical theatre yknow. either that or smth with animals like a zookeeper or smth. i love animals so much yeehaw

dream trip: idk i think i just like travelling or the idea of travelling. id rather go somewhere quiet though i dont rly care about the country so long as the weather isn't too hot ? i cant handle hot weather

instruments: i can play a mean für elise on the piano ( and a bunch of basic other stuff, nothing impressive ), i learnt the violin for a year and im trying to play the guitar but it's hard. also id love to play the drums. i can only really sing

languages: french, english, some functional german, bits of useless latin and very very basic spanish, portuguese and swedish. i know a bit more korean but while i can write it easily... speaking foreign languages is so hard my brain cant process the word order

favourite songs: ok so senbonzakura was always a fave ill admit. genjou destruction has a special place in my heart too. now we're done with the weeb shit im just gonna say... blackout from in the heights ITS EVERYTHING. without further ado into musicals rn im REALLY into superhuman, which brought back everybody by shinee full force, twilight, zigzag & bingbing by oneus, n/s & miroh by skz, love me right by exo ( it will not leave my playlist idk what to do ), drippin, we go up, go, take off, fire truck, without you, alligator, stuck, lost in the dream, new heroes, fancy, rush, trespass, rodeo, oh my, dionysus, livin it up, sunrise, i wanna be, blue, symptoms, why so serious, jamais vu, make it right, valkyrie, fallin, holy water, want, mars, shalala, bon bon chocolat, beautiful, shoot me, chain, hey mama, sorry, like we used to, she's in the rain, killing me, ring on my ears & 0&4 by onewe. i wont say any more. i legally cant say a single other song title. it's too long already

random fact: i have adhd and it shows

aesthetic: am i allowed to say taemin. he really shaped my taste in clothing and aesthetic tbh he pulls off the "sexy but not sexualised" thing very well and thats legit all i want to achieve. but also cute pastel bc duality calls lmao

i tag nobody but do this if u want ! go wild

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A Friend, a Jelmer fanfic

The Long Awaited Part Three OhOhOh We Are Making A Progress

this is a guardian angel AU in modern setting for those who haven’t read that yet !

of course it’s not the last part, u silly geese,

Warning that if u catch onto what I’m doing then u might be sad but I don’t think I should put any trigger warning ? ask me if I need to add some tho ! also yes there’s a polyam relationship mentioned but idk if I mentioned it clearly enough

here’s part one

and part two !

After a weekend he'd spent putting off seeing his friends in order to spend time with his own personal angel, JoJo felt more or less ready to go to school. As stressful as things had gotten, he still had to go, and the knowledge Elmer would be allowed to come with him just... seemed to make things a little bit better. He wasn't too scared to wake up early, because hey, his friend would wake him up ! And maybe he'd help him feel fully rested. Maybe not, but he could hope.

Waking up on time as he'd so strongly hoped for, he took the time to eat breakfast. There wasn't much, but it was better than his usual not-eating-anything-for-breakfast routine. He actually wouldn't starve the entire morning, that was nice to know.

Later, brushing his teeth and getting his clothes on, everything felt refreshing and new. And he left the house with his friend, holding his sleeve, taking the bus, arriving at school... his grip tightening on Elmer's sleeve. He was nervous. He felt people's gaze on them, but couldn't let go ; what were they thinking ? He couldn't tell. Could Elmer help ? He turned his head slightly to look at the other, but it was like he wasn't noticing anything. He was keeping his smile and cheerful eyes, as if nothing could bother him. Yeah... If nothing bothered him, then nothing was bad. JoJo could only rely on him at the moment, right ? Maybe he shouldn't be holding his sleeve, but that didn't stop him from doing it. He felt bad. Why did he care so much ? Did he care for himself ? He didn't know. He was just confused and... scared, a little. Until they walked into the classroom.

The relief.

They sat down next to each other ; Elmer didn't need to introduce himself, and everyone suddenly acted like he'd always been there. JoJo soon understood his friend had done the same thing he'd done to his mother a few days before, which helped reassure him. Things were going to be alright. He calmed down, took a deep breath ; class began.

"Can I tell my other friends about you ?" JoJo asked as they were leaving for lunch, quietly enough so the others wouldn't hear.

"Huh ? Well, they's gonna see me anyways. You won't need to."

"No, I mean... can I tell them you're my--"

"Oh, no, not that. I'll get in big trouble if someone else knows." This time, the kid seemed to have tensed up himself ; his hands had gone to mess with the hem of his shirt. "I don't wanna get in trouble. I'll just do the same thing again, y'know... Like we was always friends. I think I'll like it better like that too, so."

"Oh... okay."

He was a little disappointed, but he understood. Still, though, it would've been so cool to tell everyone his friend is an actual angel and God exists, here's his proof. Some of them had denied it, and while himself didn't mind different beliefs, they were so cocky. Well, he wouldn't want his friend to have problems because of him. If it was better like that, then... fine.

Right as he was about to open his mouth again, he was tackled from behind and let out a frustrated groan, lucky enough he hadn't reached the floor.

"Geez-- Tommy, softer !" He protested with a chuckle, struggling to free himself. But the boy let go easily, laughing and shaking his head.

"We were lookin' for you, dude. You ain't talked to us all week-end, we were worried !"

"Yea, he's right. Can't just not hang out with us and leave us with no explanation," added another boy who'd joined them, a sweet smile on his face. "You missed a great cake."

"Eh, whatever." JoJo shook his head. Elmer was just standing there, looking at the two boys with a dreamy gaze and absentmindedly whispering the other's name, "Henry." The one Henry boy looked down at him with slight confusion at first, then his smile came back brighter. "Hey, buddy ! How's it been for you ?"

It took Elmer a few seconds before he shrugged and hummed with a small smile. "Don' really know, I'm just livin' with Jor... Jo - JoJo, for a while. My dad kicked me out, so..."

Henry's face fell, while Tommy's showed incomprehension and indignation. "Wait, what ? Why ? Still bein' a douchebag ? You okay, El ?"

"Yea ! I'm fine. Like I said, I'm stayin' with Jo, so everythin's good. His mama makes a mean carbonara, an' they ain't even Italian !" He joked, meanwhile the tallest of the four was just watching them, unsure how to react. Everything was going so fast, and it was like they'd all known each other for so long, and... No, he was getting weird thoughts. Whatever. He shook his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds, looking back up at them with a smile once he was done reflecting.

"So uh, where's Buttons ? I'd think he'd be stuck with you guys, with how gross y'all are all the time," he teased. "Did something happen ?"

"Oh, his sister's sick, he can't come today. He takes care of her, his parents are busy with work, y'know ?" Henry answered, Tommy wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "And just 'cause you said that, we're gonna get even more gross. Just watch us."

They all laughed ; JoJo let out another 'whatever,' and they were off to the cafeteria.

But he was concerned. He hadn't seen Elmer like this yet ; of course they'd just met, yes... but seeing how lost he'd looked, the smile having faded away ; the way he'd whispered Henry's name. Did he know something special about Henry ? Did he... love Henry ? Again, these two had just met, but if Elmer had been watching him from up above, then he obviously already knew of the boy. Was he hurt he was already dating not one, but two boys ? And-- why did JoJo worry about it, anyway ? He gulped. This was stupid. But then, why would Elmer look so different ? He couldn't understand.

Elmer knew that, JoJo definitely couldn't understand. And it was better this way, wasn't it ?

As they ate, other boys joined in ; they were all joking and messing around without really noticing the new presence - or rather thinking of it as weird, while Elmer was watching them in silence, his smile slowly fading again until he stood and gently tapped JoJo's shoulder, indicating he was going outside to take a break. But he didn't speak, instead using telepathy. Being an angel had its perks. He also let him know he could call to him if needed, and he'd come back.

Once again, JoJo was thrown off. Was the other going to leave him alone so often ? Weren't they supposed to stay together ?

I'm still here, JoJo. Don't worry. I'm always here, even if I'm just sittin' in the grass outside an' not right next to you.

... His voice was soothing. He calmed down, and lunch went on well.

The rest of the day went on well.

They got home. Went on well.

For once, it all went on well, and they were both happy and smiling at the end of the day. It was all they wanted.

"You're so young, though. Were you born just not that long ago ? Well, born, created... I don't know how it works."

JoJo looked up at the other who was sitting on his bed. It'd been a few weeks since they'd gone to school together for the first time, and yet he still had so many questions. Elmer laughed a little and shrugged.

"I guess, yea. I've been in intensive trainin' so I could be a good guardian angel fast enough ! Then boom, I'm here."

"Whoa. That's really cool. How's God ?" He then asked, lying down on the carpet as he spoke.

Elmer thought for a few seconds, then raised his eyebrows.

"He's... I don' know how to describe it. I think you should keep the idea of him you got."

"Oh, okay. Really ? But what's he look like ?"

"I don't know ! Never seen him. Only talked ‘a him. He don't really show himself and hey, I ain't been there so long..."

"Yea. My bad."

"All fine. Maybe one day you'll meet him."

JoJo laughed. "Whatever you say, bud. I'm good enough havin' met you."

Elmer's expression felt different for a second, before he burst into a bubbly laughter. "Cheesy ! Tha's so silly, you're so much fun. I'm glad I'm your guardian angel."

"Yea, I'm glad you are too." JoJo smiled, then climbed up onto the bed with him. "We're best bros, right ?"

"Totes ! Best bros. That's us." The angel grinned. "Best bros forever."

Forever, indeed.

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Ralbert being absolute dumbasses

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so this is bad bc i didn’t proofread or anything it’s rushed and i’m tired but it’s kinda cute ig and they’re not being TOO dumbass but kinda

“Hey, Al, remember that time we went out and… we threw these apples, an’ then–”

“Shut up, that was stupid.”

“Yea, yea, but remember when we was dancin’ an’ you hit your–”

“Don’t remind me !” A tone a little more aggressive, maybe a little embarrassed.

“Okay, then… How about when we were sellin’ together an’ the ol’ lady said–”

“Can you not remind me of all the times we got in stupid shit ?”

“I mean, we’re doin’ somethin’ real fuckin’ stupid right now, I just thunk it’d be the right moment.”

Yeah, right.

They’d been told climbing buildings wasn’t really allowed, and thus their current goal was climbing on top of the highest building there was in Manhattan. They weren’t even halfway through, but if it was so illegal then maybe no one would climb up to try and catch them, so they wouldn’t be culprits, technically. That was all about technicality and being practical. Only do illegal stuff you know you won’t get trouble for it.

Although there wasn’t much trouble to get. They’d chosen their moment - at night, people were less likely to notice two fools trying to climb a building. Especially since the moon wasn’t showing ; too cloudy.

“… Maybe you got a point, but still. We don’t need that.”

“Maybe we do, huh.”

Albert rolled his eyes, pushing his feet to grab higher and placing his feet on other stones as he did so. His knees felt a little tired, meanwhile Race was easily pushing up but seeming to struggle a little with pulling. Well, one of them had arms, the other legs.

The blond did glance at his boyfriend once he considered the other took too much time. “Uh, you good here ?”

“All good, look up or you’s gonna get chills.”

“Ain’t scared ‘a heights, sorry.”

He stuck his tongue out, then climbed down a few to get back closer to Albert.

“Hey, ‘s fine if you can’t do it. We can just get back down.”

“No, we can’t - I mean, we’s gotta do that thing, ain’t we ?”

“Not really… Al, I don’t think you can go all the way up there, an’ maybe I can’t either ; we already climbed all that so it’s already illegal, maybe we can get down ?”

Of course, making it sound like only Albert was unable to do it would make him want to prove himself, but admitting himself might not be capable of it either would work. The redhead seemed to consider it for a few seconds still, but eventually they made their way down together, Race rambling about some other adventures of theirs that had ended up… maybe not so bad, but not so good either. Albert rolled his eyes quite a few times, but didn’t stop him. Once they reached the ground, they made sure no one was watching - and off they were, back to the lodging house, the blond’s arm wrapped around his partner. A little later, the rain started pouring ; they decided to run instead, which made it quicker despite Race almost slipping several times.

The next step was getting back into bed without waking any kid up. Somehow… they managed, and soon they were snuggling up against each other, giggling uncontrollably and trying to shush the other while unable to keep quiet themselves. 

“God, you’s so wet–”

“Ya don’t complain usua-”

“Shut up, Race.”

And yet Albert was laughing so hard because of that comment. They rested their foreheads together, both making faces at the feeling of each other’s wet hair but soon forgetting about it. They definitely were fools, here, in bed, snorting and laughing while everyone else seemed to be asleep, and they were soaked wet. What a sight.

“Think we’ll be dry tomorrow if it ain’t rainin’ no more ?”

“Not sure.” Albert was grinning from ear to ear. “Maybe we’ll be sick, but whatever, right ?”

“Yea. Sick together, like real champs.”

Race pulled himself closer to Albert and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around the boy’s neck and moving his head to rest it against his chest. It felt comforting, it was comforting.

“Night, punk.”

“Don’ let the carrots bite.”

“Fuck off, Al…”

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Write Spot and Darcy!!

me: i can’t do relationship angst !

me also: ey well how about some sad relationship going on here huh

Disclaimer: uhh so yeah they’re a dysfunctional relationship??? I don’t know h, but like they don’t break up or anything although it’s,, kinda close

“Spot… how long has it been ? How long have I been doing this ? For our… no, for your sake ? Do you have any idea ?”

The question had taken him by surprise. They’d just been sitting on the couch comfortably for a few when Darcy decided to turn off the TV, his gaze lost in the dark screen before he turned to speak to the other. What was this about, really ? Everything had been going fine.

“Doin’ what ?” He risked, although the expression on the other male’s face told him he’d made a mistake.

“How long have I been pretending I don’t know you ? Or that we’re just friends ? How long will I have to remain acquaintances with you in everyone’s eyes ? How long will it take until I’ll be able to stop hiding ? I’m not hiding from my father. He knows who I am, and no matter how much he despises it, it won’t make me hide in a corner. I’m not seeking anyone’s approval. When won’t you be anymore ?”

Ah, this topic. Spot gulped.

Their relationship had been kept hidden for months now, and he could tell how negatively it affected Darcy. He’d been ignoring it really ; not fixing the issue, not addressing it, and no matter how much he loved his boyfriend, he couldn’t bring himself to face things. And he knew how bad it was, he knew it was… toxic, and dysfunctional. Their relationship was, in that way. It had been the entire time, and despite his knowledge of it and all the affection he had for Darcy, how much he cared for him and his well-being, it was the one thing he couldn’t do. He couldn’t even really explain it.

“I… You already know, Darcy. It ain’t that easy…” He began, but the pain on the other’s face made him stop.

“Why wouldn’t it be ? They’re your friends ! Your friends can’t know ? Then what kind of friends are they ? Are they really your friends ? Or is this an excuse ?” Maybe he was getting a little worked up.

“Please, don’t make it harder than it is ! Ain’t it simple ? I can’t just tell ‘em, they could…”

“What. They could what.”

“They could see me as lesser.”

Lesser, huh ? Because of their relationship ? That was always painful to hear, and the taller of the two hated it. His pain would be quick to turn into frustration, and anger ; although he didn’t show it as much as others did, he was still quite vehement when things went down that way. And Spot knew it. He didn’t like what was coming.

“Because you’re gay ? You’re kidding me.” His tone sounded almost disgusted. “Some of your friends are gay themselves, I’m not stupid. You’re just…”

He paused, and searched for a word.

“You’re feeble.”

Ouch - what ? It took him a few moments to process that.

“Excuse me ?”

“Feeble. Fragile. Insecure. And I understand that but you do absolutely nothing to change it.”

He didn’t like this. Darcy could read him ever so easily, and it was… terrifying. How did he do that ? How did he manage to make him feel so guilty, to make his heart sink like that ? How could he know where it hurt, and God, why did it work so well ? Because of course, he did feel guilty. Darcy was absolutely right.

“What does that even mean ?” He still tried, for some reason. Instincts, maybe.

“It means you’re so full of pride, but that pride isn’t built on who you are. You have pride built on what others think of you and the simple thought of them downgrading you or maybe fearing you a little less terrifies you. You can’t stand it.”

“I… okay, wow, maybe we could–”

“There’s no 'maybe we could’s, Spot. If you put your pride above my happiness, and my stability, then I’d rather…” His turn to be at loss for words. His voice had begun shaking slightly with his last words. “I’d rather we don’t keep doing that.”

“I know, you’d want me to stop hidin’, but–”

“I mean us.” He was welling up, and it was audible as he spoke. “I don’t wanna spend my life… caught in relationships deemed to fail. If you refuse to be seen holding hands in public because you have a reputation to maintain, then I don’t… I don’t.” There he was, unable to speak further. He took off his glasses and leaned back into the couch, turning to be facing away from Spot, a hand covering his forehead and eyes.

The pain Darcy was going through because of him wasn’t something Spot was fond of witnessing. Why couldn’t he fix this ? He knew Darcy had never been lucky with love. He was aware of what he’d been through, he knew all of this. And now he had to watch as he was inflicting him more pain. Some would think Darcy was demanding, but the way he felt could only make sense, at least in Spot’s eyes. He knew what this was all about and he knew he was doing absolutely nothing to change it. He didn’t even know what to do or say, although he ended up forcing a few words out. He couldn’t leave him like that.

“Hey… I uh, I know I’m… dumb.” He swallowed. Where was he going with this even ? He had no idea. “But I think– maybe I can make an effort.”

And boy, was he lucky Darcy was unable to speak, because it took him a little longer to correct himself.

“No, I mean, I’m willin’ 'a make an effort. I don’t really like this either, I guess, I just… I don’t know how to do it.”

He sounded sincere, which he was. Darcy was always so quick to melt back into someone’s arms if they were convincing enough, which was convenient this one time. Spot knew he shouldn’t be using that to his advantage, but… they weren’t functional. Darcy was put through pain in their relationship, and Spot was shit at dealing with it. If it had to be the last time he’d take advantage of Darcy’s trust, so be it. And then the next time they’d work things out. Maybe Spot wasn’t ready to be better yet, but he’d work on it. Hopefully, the other would accept it.

“I’ll try though. I’ll try… my best, if you can help me figure out how. I hate askin’ that of you but I– I don’t… I don’t know much on how to do these things. I’m sorry, Darcy.”

Darcy’s breathing evened out shortly afterwards. He sniffled, and put his glasses back on before uttering an answer.

“You better not be lying to me, Conlon.” He muttered, his voice trembling. “I don’t know what I’ll do if you are.”

“I know, Darcy, I… promise I’ll try.”

The other inhaled deeply before shifting around in his seat again, facing Spot again - but not fully, and he surely wasn’t looking at him in the eyes. Neither of them wanted things to go bad, but they knew how it was and how it’d been for so long. It was only about time things started changing.

“I hope so.”

“I love you,” Spot mumbled, not sure he wanted to let Darcy hear it. But he did anyway, and closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

“I guess you do.”

Maybe this would be Darcy’s last bad relationship. Maybe it’d turn into a good one, and their issues would only be minor and occasional arguments. He couldn’t hope too much, neither could ; they still did. They knew they both had flaws, and they needed to overcome them if they ever wanted to see the end of it together. Their lives couldn’t be spent in a negative light - it had to change, before it all crumbled down for good. That was on them.

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