#id cheer my parents would be sad

[ningmung]

No bc I could be having a great ass day and here come one of my family members to ruin it like 😭😭😭😭

[youaremysunshine-court]

God fucked up somewhere letting literally anyone have a kid

[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 26

Warnings: 18+, angst, alcohol consumption, weed, mentions of vomiting, mentions of sex, mentions of cunnilingus, clueless reader, jealousy

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: During a spontaneous birthday 'party', you find some things out, things that maybe should've been left unsaid.

Word count: 6k+

A/N: So, this chapter took a whole turn while I was writing it. It was supposed to head into a whole different direction but my angsty heart, had to say no to the fluffy route. @hellfire--cult thank you for helping me, you're amazingggg

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Steve lied. 

He lied again. 

It’s something he hasn’t done in a while. 

He promised himself to never do it again, knowing how much damage it had caused in the past, in both relationships that he had. 

This lie is harmless, though. At least, he thinks that it is. 

He spent the day with Robin and Dustin, they had surprised him with a homemade birthday cake that Robin had made with Chrissy’s help, it would’ve been a cute one, had Dustin not ruined it with his Star Wars decorations. Lucas and Max showed up as well, ‘surprising’ him by throwing a bunch of balloons and confetti at him. 

They made him blow out the candles, before forcing him to open all the presents. Dustin’s present was not surprising, at all. A Star Wars movie collection. Lucas had given him a keychain, with a little basketball pendant. Max acted all careless as always, shrugging it off when he gave her a kind smile and a ‘thank you’, yet, she gave him one of the best presents, a collection of polaroids of him with the teens, with Robin and even you, along with new records, claiming that he needs to expand his music taste. He has yet to unwrap Robin’s presents. 

They ate cake, went to the movies and the diner. And afterwards, Steve drove everyone home. Robin didn’t believe him when he said that he made plans with his parents for the evening, that they’d come home to spend his birthday with him. She was suspicious, not buying the lies he was feeding her with, Steve could tell but she had no choice but to say goodbye when he dropped her off at home, he really didn’t want her to stay longer than she had to, he wanted to be alone, by himself. So, when she begrudgingly got out of the car and gave him a sad smile, he gave her a cheerful one back, pretending to be happy when he was feeling anything but it. 

He didn’t go home. He knew that his parents wouldn’t come and he couldn’t stand the thought of staying in that big house, all by himself, tonight. He drove past your street, as well, fighting the urge to go and see you. 

There is only one place he knew he would find peace at. The Hideout. 

Now, he is sitting here, in the corner of the bar, with a drink that he had bought with his fake ID, soon he won’t have to use it anymore. With his head hung low, he lets his mind go to places that he had avoided all day. Dark thoughts that hold nothing but heartbreak and loneliness. He doesn’t feel miserable, just really fucking sad. He has people who care about him, friends who love him, people he now considers family. And yet, he still feels lonelier than ever. 

He looks around the bar, it’s not very crowded, it never is. Maybe on weekends, but never during the week. Rock music plays in the back, he hears the chatter of a group of young men by the bar, they’re laughing, throwing back drinks – they are clearly having a great time. For a while, Steve watches them. How they laugh with each other, how they all look so carefree and happy. He doesn’t even know what it feels like to feel that way anymore, to have fun and be happy without ruining everything with his actions in the matter of just a few minutes. 

He sighs, leaning back in the chair, he looks down at his drink, that lately he started to find more and more comfort in. 

The door opens but he doesn’t bother to look up, not caring about whoever it is that walked through the door. He is so focused on the miserable feeling inside his chest, the tearing, the longing, the yearning, the hurt. 

Before his mind can react, his heart is already fluttering when he hears your voice. He raises his head, eyes finding you immediately. You’re here. You’re here with Eddie. And you look more beautiful than ever. You’re wearing a black dress and the dark denim jacket that he was cursing at, last year when he had yet to find out who it belonged to. Your hair is falling softly in waves, your lips are glowing a soft pink beneath the dim light, you’re giggling, slapping Eddie’s arm playfully when he whispers something in your ear.

His eyes soften, despite you being here with him, giggling at him, he can’t help but smile when he finally sees you again. It’s only been a few weeks since he had properly seen you, yet, it seems like forever.

When your eyes find him and your giggles die down, your smile falls and your eyes widen. He freezes. Not knowing how to react or what to do. Not only have you caught him staring, you have also caught him lying. Again. You were the first person he lied to about his birthday plans. He looks away with a blush on his cheeks, his hand grip the glass tighter, he inwardly curses himself out for coming here, tonight. 

“It’s his birthday, right?” Eddie mumbles behind you. 

“Yeah,” you whisper in confusion. “He told me that he would spend his birthday with his parents..” 

Eddie looks away from you and back at Steve. He sits there, looking crestfallen. His shoulders are slumped, his face etched with sadness, he can see it, even from a distance. The sight of him sitting there so lonely and sad is pitiful. Eddie knows what he feels like, at this moment. His dad never cared about him, not even on his birthdays, he never even bothered to give him a call from wherever he was currently living or staying at. 

But, Eddie has Wayne, he always had Wayne. Steve doesn’t. He doesn’t have anyone who looks after him. He is all by himself. 

“I guess they didn’t come,” you mumble with sadness and a hint of disappointment in your voice. “They never do.”

“Robin told me that he was acting weird when he dropped her off earlier.” 

Despite his dislike for him, he can’t help but feel bad for Steve. The people he wants the most, aren’t in his life. 

His parents are gone. 

You are gone. 

Steve had changed. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, Eddie can see that he has changed for the better. That he isn’t the guy who hurt you, who left you standing on your birthday, who broke your heart and left you for someone else. He isn’t that guy anymore. Had he still been that guy, Eddie wouldn’t even bother to look at him twice and feel any ounce of pity for him but now, things are different. He is different. In a way, it scares Eddie, because he knows that he now has a chance for a second try, with you. 

“Do you think he’s here by himself?”

You shrug, looking away from Steve, you turn towards Eddie, “yeah.” 

You feel the little item in your pocket, the one that suddenly feels too heavy, the one you itch to reach for and give it to the one you got it for.

Eddie looks down at you, at the sadness in your eyes. For once, it doesn’t make him feel frustrated or annoyed to see you be so sad for someone who hurt you. 

“No one should be alone on their birthday,” Eddie mumbles.  

“Yeah,” you sigh, looking down at your hands. “But, I-I guess it’s what he wanted, he could’ve spent time with Robin.”

“He was with her before, wasn’t he?” 

“Yeah.”

Eddie sighs. There is hesitation in your voice and in your eyes.

“Do you want to spend time with him?” He asks, already feeling the dread tugging in his chest, knowing that the night won’t go the way he wanted it to.

For a moment, you stare into Eddie’s brown eyes, there’s a kindness in them, kindness for him. That is something so rare. 

“Uh, I’m sure he wants to be alone.”

Eddie knows you. Eddie knows what you want, right now. But, you are hesitating out of fear of upsetting him. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, placing his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. “I won’t get angry. If you want to spend time with him tonight, we can cancel our plans and you can go be with him.” He nudges his chin into Steve’s directions. “I don’t like him but, shit, even I can’t stand the fucking kicked puppy look that he’s sporting, right now.” 

You eye his face. Even through the sadness for Steve, the smile for you, you can see the slight fear in his eyes. The fear that any moment with you, will be his last one before you find your way back to Steve, before you say goodbye to a friendship that might’ve saved your life. But even through the fear, he still wants the best for you, he still wants what you want. 

“I think he wants to be alone,” you repeat.

Eddie looks over your shoulder to see him staring at you. 

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

You sigh, shaking your head. 

“What if we all hang out together?” 

“Sweetheart, I don’t think that Steve would be happy to spend time with me–”

“Please, Eddie,” you whisper, mustering up the best puppy eyes and a pout that he can never say no to. “We can just have fun together, you’ve never met drunk Steve before, he can be funny – unless he decides to break your heart but, that won’t happen to you, don’t worry,” you giggle. 

He raises his brows at you, surprised that you are making a joke about that. 

“You go buy us drinks and I’ll go convince him to spend time with us. We can just all get drunk together, maybe you’ll finally get along,” you shrug, giving him a sheepish smile, you place your hands on his chest, pushing him towards the bar, not taking no for an answer. 

“I don’t think it’ll take much convincing,” he snorts. As though you would ever have to convince Steve to spend time with you. Eddie is certain that all it takes is a glance from you and that man is already by your side, you got Steve wrapped around your finger, just like him, and you don’t even know it. 

You turn on your heel, not waiting for a response from Eddie. You make your way over to Steve, whose head is still hung low. Your heart thumps a little faster in your chest when you inch closer and closer to him. You push your hand into your pocket, reaching for the tiny bag that you had taken with you earlier when you considered dropping by his house. 

You stop in front of him, taking a shaky breath as you place the small bag on the table, sliding it towards him. 

“Happy birthday, Steve,” you whisper.

His wide eyes stare at the bag, the tiny jewelry pouch that clearly holds a present inside for him. His eyes soften, staring at your ringed fingers that linger next to his hand for a moment. 

He looks up, slowly. Hazel eyes flashing with softness when they meet yours. You stare at him with a shy smile, sadness lingering in your pretty eyes. His heart flutters so strongly, he longs to touch you. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, giving you a smile. “W-What’s that?” He asks, pointing to his present without tearing his eyes from you. 

“I got you a little present. I-It’s nothing special just, I just wanted to get you something. You don’t have to open it now, just uh–”

“Y/n,” he smiles, interrupting your rambling, “you didn’t even have to get me anything but I appreciate it, I will love it.” 

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Yeah but it’s from you, so, I will love it, dolly.” 

A smile appears on your face, you nod slowly, whispering a small ‘okay’. You know that Steve always loved to keep certain presents for last, so you’re not surprised to see him tucking it into the pocket of his jeans. 

“Your parents didn’t come?” 

He looks down, holding the glass tighter, he shakes his head, unable to bear the pitiful look on your face. 

“Oh.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers before you can say ‘I'm sorry, steve.’ He doesn’t want you to pity him. 

“No, it’s not. You shouldn’t be alone.” 

“I-I wasn’t alone, I was with Robin all day and the kids–”

“But, now you are.”

He raises his head to look at you. And, before he can even say anything, his words get caught in his throat when he looks at you. Your eyes are glistening, not with tears and sadness, but with something else, something he cannot read. You look at him differently than you did weeks ago, not in a way that scares him or breaks him but, in a way, that only leaves him with one too many questions. He struggles to read you, to understand you. It’s like he can no longer see through you the way he could before. Nonetheless, he feels so calm and safe in your presence and he wants this moment to last forever. 

“Right now, I’m not, though. You’re here.”

You smile at his words. 

“Yeah, I’m here.” 

When Eddie appears by your side, Steve tries not to let his smile fall. 

Right. He is here too. 

“Happy Birthday, man.”

To Steve’s surprise, he sees Eddie not with two but three shots in his hands, he places them all on the table. Grinning at him in a way he can’t tell whether it’s a kind one or a sarcastic one. 

“Thanks,” Steve nods at him. 

Eddie pulls the chair back for you, you smile at him, taking the seat across from Steve. Eddie sits down beside you, leaving Steve with a questioning look on his face as he looks between the two of you. 

“W-What?”

“You think we’re gonna let you spend the night alone, Harrington?” 

Steve looks at Eddie in confusion, hearing these words not from yours but from his mouth leaves him more puzzled than ever. Eddie spending time with him willingly? He purses his lips, squinting his eyes as he turns to look at you. You smile at him, shrugging. You slide one of the shots towards him. 

“I mean, I thought that we could spend this night together,” you say, smiling with hope in your eyes. “Or we can leave if that’s what you–”

“No, I-I want to.”

He looks between you two, giving Eddie an awkward smile. 

“Cool! Let’s drink, then.” 

“Yeah, let’s drink,” he chuckles as he ditches his glass of whiskey for the shot of whatever Eddie had ordered. 

“When’s the last time you got drunk?” You ask them both. 

“Oh man,” Eddie mumbles, leaning back in his seat, he puts his arm on the back of your chair. “I don’t even remember, it’s been a while. What about you, sweetheart?” 

“Uh, well, I had a cocktail night with the girls, a few weeks ago,” you say, giggling. “Oh, also at a party.”

You and Eddie look at each other, he instantly knows what party you are talking about when he sees the amused look on your face. He chuckles, though he instantly gets taken back that night. When you showed up with that stolen bat plushie, when you told him how much you missed him, when you told him that you wished you met him first. 

Steve looks between you two, a sinking feeling in his stomach takes place. There are things you share with Eddie, things that he will never know about because he isn’t in his place anymore. 

“I knew it! I knew you were lying to me, Dingus!” 

Startled by the voice, all three of you snap your heads towards the angry girl walking towards the three of you with a frown on her face, pointing her finger at Steve. 

Steve’s eyes widen, “I can explain.” 

Something about the anger on Robin’s face and the panic in Steve’s features makes you giggle.

Robin slaps the back of his head, lightly. 

“Ouch! Robin!”

“You are such a–”

“Dingus, yeah yeah, I know.” 

Eddie laughs at that, smirking at Steve who throws him a glare.

“You think that’s funny, Munson?” 

Eddie leans back with a satisfied grin, “actually yeah.”

Robin plops down in the seat next to Steve, still staring at him with a frown on her face. 

“Why did you lie to me? Why are you here?” 

Steve sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he gives her a sheepish smile. 

“And what are you two doing here?” She asks, turning to look at you and Eddie. 

“Came here for a couple of drinks and then we found this sad puppy,” Eddie mumbles, pointing at Steve. 

Steve rolls his eyes, mumbling a few incoherent words under his breath. 

“We just asked him to spend the night with us.” 

Robin gives you a surprised look before her eyes move back to Eddie, who, doesn’t look as enthusiastic about this whole thing as you do. 

“How did you even know I was here?” 

Robin leans her elbow on the table, tilting her head at Steve, “well, I was craving some burgers and my favorite driver was apparently at a birthday dinner so I couldn’t ask him to drive me, so I walked, imagine my surprise when I saw a certain BMW standing in front of The Hideout.”

“Robin–”

“No! Don’t Robin me! Why’d you lie?” 

Steve didn’t want her to feel like it’something she had to do, hang out with him, spend his birthday with him because there’s no one else for him other than her. He doesn’t want her to do anything out of pity for him. 

He doesn’t feel comfortable to talk about it in front of Eddie or even you, knowing that you pity him the most. You always did and he hated it. A part of him always thought that that’s why you were with him, because you pitied him, the sad boy who was always abandoned by his own parents, because you knew he had no one else that cared about him, that loved him. So you stayed, you stayed even when you shouldn’t have.

Even now, you look at him with those big sad eyes with that look of pity in them. 

“Robin,” you warn when you notice how uncomfortable he looks, how he clenches his jaw and bites his lip.

Eddie senses the tension, the looks you are giving Robin, the way she is ignoring you because she desperately wants an explanation from Steve. 

“Lay off, Robin. Maybe he just wanted to get a few drinks and not deal with your annoying ass,” he says to her with a grin. 

She flips him off, rolling her eyes at him. 

“Just relax, here, take my shot and drink it, you need it, Robin,” you say, sliding the shot glass towards her. 

She turns towards the two of you, shaking her head with squinted eyes, “you’re both pretty rude.” 

“So are you, Robby.”

“Ew,” she scrunches her face up at Eddie, “don’t fucking call me Robby.”

“I’m gonna keep calling you that, if you don’t stop being so rude to sad birthday boy over there.” 

Steve sighs, running his hand down his face. 

“Can you just call me Steve, dude?” 

You giggle at the annoyed look on his face. 

Eddie grins, “okay, Steve.” 

“Not like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re mocking me!” Steve exclaims. 

“How am I mocking you, Steve?” 

Steve scoffs, shaking his head, “see, you’re doing it again!”

“Oh my god, shut the hell up!” Robin slams her hands against the table, truly, shutting them both up. “Eddie, get me a drink.” 

Both Steve and Eddie look at her as though she had grown two heads, while you giggle at her little outburst. 

“That was an order.” 

“Damn girl,” Eddie whistles, getting up from his chair, “you need more than one drink,” he mumbles as he walks off. 

“You are both two immature idiots,” she groans, burying her hands in her hair. 

“You are so mean to me,” Steve mumbles, looking at her in disbelief, “and that on my birthday!” 

A smile tugs at your lips, you look between them, chuckling at the way she rolls her eyes at him. 

“You know what, I really need a few drinks.” 

“Wait, are we actually doing this?” Steve asks, gesturing to the shots on the table. 

“What, getting drunk?” 

He nods at you. 

“Yeah. Just like old times, right?” You smile at him in a way you always used to. 

“Just like old times.” 

His eyes suddenly flash with amusement, he snorts, “do you remember my fifteenth birthday?” 

Your eyes widen as a giggle falls from your lips. 

“Of course I remember!”

Robin’s eyes flash with curiosity. There’s things she doesn’t know about yours and his friendship, things neither you or Steve had talked about yet. 

“Wait, what happened on your fifteenth birthday?” 

Your eyes light up with excitement, you lean closer to the table, looking at Steve, waiting for him to tell the story. 

He chuckles at the look on your face before he turns his body towards Robin. 

“We stole my dad’s super expensive wine, he was supposed to take it to some event – I got in so much trouble for that, by the way,” he says to you. 

“I know, I know. Keep going, Steve.”

“Alright, so, we stole that wine bottle. We played a drinking game, kept passing that bottle back and forth until we were fucking hammered,” he says, chuckling as he thinks back to that day in his backyard. The way you giggled at anything he said, the way you danced and ran around barefoot on the grass, the way you jumped in his pool, fully clothed, the way he hugged you when you were both in the water.

“This crazy girl over there started to cannon ball into my pool–” 

You giggle at the memory. 

“She did it over and over again and it looked so fun so I joined her. Honestly, it was pretty fun but I had half a bottle of wine and ate a whole pizza before that.” 

“Oh,” Robin scrunches her face up, already seeing where this is going. 

Steve can’t even fight the smile off his lips, his eyes crinkle, his cheeks flush and he giggles, “we’re in the pool, having the best time of our lives, right? And, fifteen year old me apparently thought that it was a good idea to kiss my best friend, but I totally missed her lips and kissed her nose and she fucking laughed at me, but I wanted to try again. I lean in when I suddenly feel the urge to throw up.” 

“Oh, ew! Stop!” 

“He threw up in the pool, Robin!”

“That’s so disgusting!” She whines, trying to get the image of Steve puking into the pool out of her head, “you don’t have any better stories to tell?” 

You and Steve can’t help but laugh harder at her reaction. 

“I mean the kiss on the nose is fucking embarrassing, Steve. But throwing up in front of her afterwards?” 

“I thought it was funny,” you giggle. 

“What is funny?” Eddie asks when he comes back with two drinks for Robin, placing them on the table and sliding them towards her before he sits down beside you again. 

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know,” Robin says with a look of disgust on her face. 

“I don’t?” He asks, glancing at you and how amused you look. 

“No, you really don’t.”

“Okay,” he snorts. 

He glances at Steve, grinning at him, “hey dude, I got a birthday present for you.” 

All three of you turn to look at Eddie in surprise, watching him in curiosity when he raises his hand, reaching for something in the pocket of his dark flannel. He picks out a joint, tossing it at Steve who catches it with one hand. 

He laughs at that, raising one brow, giving Eddie a smile, “I do appreciate this, it’s kind of expensive nowadays.” 

“Is it expensive?” You ask, turning to Eddie, “you always give me some for free.” 

Eddie’s lips curl into a smile, he lifts his hand towards your face, tapping your nose with his finger, “well, you’re my best friend.” 

Steve keeps his eyes down, not wanting to look between you and Eddie. 

You smile at the way Eddie looks at you, the way his eyes glisten, the way his cheeks are always a little red, the way–

“Do you guys wanna smoke this?” Steve asks, cutting the voice in your head. 

“Here?” 

He chuckles at Robin, “of course not. We could go back to my place, my parents aren’t home, anyways.”

To Eddie’s surprise, he not only directs these words at you and Robin, he also directs them at him. 

“Uh, I’d love to!” Robin grins. 

Steve gives you a hopeful smile, one that makes it impossible to say no to him. 

“Me too.” 

At that, his eyes light up and his smile grows bigger. 

“Sure, let’s do it.”

“We’ll have to walk though,” Robin gestures to the drink Steve already had, “cause you can’t drive and I don’t have a license.”

He shrugs, “we can take Eddie’s van and I’ll get my car tomorrow morning.” 

“Uh, no,” Eddie mumbles, scratching the back of his neck, “my uncle took my van cause his car is at the shop, we walked here.” 

Steve sighs, “shit.” 

“But you could let me drive, I didn’t have anything yet,” Eddie smirks, pointing to the untouched shots. 

Steve snorts at him with a deep glare, “uh, yeah, keep dreaming, Munson,” he mumbles as he leans back, reaching for the keys in his pockets, you all watch him curiously. “The only one who’s allowed to drive my car is dolly.” 

Robin raises her brows in surprise when Steve chucks his keys at you that you quickly catch, looking down at them with a dumbfounded expression before your eyes light up and you look up, beaming at Steve. 

“Okay, let’s go,” you smile, excitedly as you play with the car keys. You scoot back, getting up from the chair. Robin knocks back one shot before she gets up as well. Steve and Eddie glance at the four untouched shots on the table and then, their eyes meet, they both shrug at each other and reach for two shots, each. 

Robin pats Steve’s shoulder, chuckling when he knocks one back and then the other, grimacing at the strong taste. 

You giggle at Eddie, who looks unfazed by the bitter taste. 

“Let’s go, ladies and.. Steve,” he grins. 

“Dude.”

“Don’t start this again,” Robin warns, pointing at them both before she rushes over to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, she grins, “us ladies, ride in the front, and you two can cuddle in the back,” she winks at them, pulling you away with a giggle. 

-

After an eventful ride to Steve’s house and a few shots of tequila, you all settled in his backyard, each of you occupying one of the many loungers around the pool. Passing around the joint that Eddie had given Steve as a ‘birthday gift’. You are sipping on a drink that Steve has made for you, coke mixed with his dad’s expensive whiskey. You are pretty sure that you will regret the amount of alcohol and weed you are having tonight, when you wake up tomorrow morning. But the floaty and giddy feeling you are experiencing right now, will have to make up for it. 

Steve is sitting on the lounger beside you, a can of beer in his hand, his lips wrapped around the joint that is already stained with your lipstick. A spitcurl is hanging in front of his eyes, he doesn’t bother to push it away. He shakes his head at something Robin had said to him, something you didn’t even hear because you were too busy letting your eyes skip back and forth between him and the curly haired metalhead who now left his lounger to be closer to you. 

Eddie wraps his hands around your calves, stroking your skin softly with his ringed fingers as he places your feet on his lap. He does it all without breaking his conversation with Robin. Though he feels the goosebumps on your skin, he hears the breath that hitched in your throat when he touched you. He hides his smirk behind his drink as he takes a sip of the cold beer.

Steve clenches his jaw as he looks between you and Eddie. The way he continues to stroke your calf, the way he smirks at your reaction, the way you are blushing, biting your lip as you look down at the hand touching your skin. 

He forces himself to look away, turning back to Robin, he offers her the joint. 

“Thanks,” she mumbles, giggling when she almost doubles over as she reaches for the joint. 

“Already hammered and we haven’t even played a drinking game yet, tsk,” Eddie shakes his head, giving her a playful grin. 

With an eye roll, she gets up, placing the joint between her lips as she sits down next to Steve. 

“A drinking game, huh? What kind? ‘Never have I ever’? Okay,” She grins at him without giving him a chance to reply. “Never have I ever had a girlfriend,” she smirks, teasing him. 

Steve licks his lips, chuckling at Eddie, who nods at her with an annoyed look on his face. 

You raise your eyebrows, “why are you teasing him, I never had a girlfriend, either,” you shrug. 

“Yeah but you had a boyfriend,” she mumbles, nudging Steve’s shoulder. 

Eddie tilts his head at you, looking you up and down with a smirk, “do you want one?” 

“A girlfriend?” You ask as you raise the glass to your lips, shrugging, “I don’t know, I never thought about it but kissing girls is fun, so.. I suppose doing anything else with a girl is fun too.” 

Eddie’s lips part, his brown eyes widen, darkening as they do so. He swallows as he continues to stare at you. Millions of questions run through his mind. There are things he doesn’t know about you, yet? 

Robin and Steve look at you in surprise. 

“Wait, w-what?” He mumbles, laughing nervously. 

Robin’s lips curl into a smirk, “you kissed a girl before? Who?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart, do tell us your dirty little secrets.” 

“Hmm, no,” you smirk, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“Was that before or after me?” Steve asks, cheeks flushed red as he tries to fight the images out of his mind. 

“Before you,” you giggle. 

“Shit, I wanna know who it was.”

“Me too, Eddie,” Robin says. “I know that it wasn’t Chrissy, she’d tell me.” 

“Huh, was it another girl from the cheer squad?” 

You shake your head at Eddie, biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing. 

“Were you close?” 

You shrug, nodding your head.

Steve squints his eyes, tilting his head at you. 

Robin’s jaw drops a little when she figures it out. There is only one girl that you’re close with that wasn’t in the cheer squad – well, besides her. 

“Holy shit,” she mouths at you, grinning.

Steve and Eddie glance at each other in confusion. 

It’s amusing how obvious the answer is, yet, neither of them are close to figuring it out. 

“If you think kissing a girl is fun, you should try eating one out,” Robin mumbles before she takes a drag from the joint, “it’s the best thing ever.” She blows out the smoke, not noticing the confused frown on your face. 

“For once, I have to agree with you, Robin,” Eddie chuckles. 

Steve freezes, closing his eyes as he looks down. 

“Huh?” 

Noticing the look on your face, Robin suddenly regrets opening her mouth about that. Your lips are parted, your eyes filled with confusion and curiosity, your brows are pinched together as you stare at her with a questioning look on your face. She straightens her back, muttering a quiet ‘fuck’ under her breath when she looks at Steve’s embarrassed face. 

“What’s that?” 

Eddie freezes. The smirk falls from his face, he glances at you, at the clueless, lost look on your face. Oh. Steve had never – fuck. How? If you were his, he’d spend day and night on his knees, worshiping you. 

“Huh?” This time, it’s him, whose confused. 

You look at him with big and curious eyes. 

“What is that, I don’t watch porn.” 

“Damn, I guess it’s time to,” Robin mutters through gritted teeth. 

“Licking someone’s pussy, sweetheart. And well, fucking one with your tongue.” 

Your jaw drops, your cheeks heat up and you stare at him in shock. You look cute like this and he could stare at you forever but, in his state of shock, he slowly turns his head towards Steve, eyes filled with concern, confusion and disbelief, “dude, what is wrong with you?” 

Steve, whose face is beet red, glares at him. 

“I’m very self conscious of not doing a good job, so–”

“You learn!” Eddie throws his hands up. 

“What, Munson, are you the pussy expert or something?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at him. 

You look back and forth between them. Taking in the sight of Eddie’s slightly angered face and Steve’s embarrassed one. 

“I have eaten my share of pussy, thank you very much.”

The scoff falls from your lips before you can even stop it. Neither of them acknowledge you though, until you open your mouth. “What, like three?” You scoff, again. “You only fucked three girls, that’s what you told me, unless you lied about that.” 

Eddie swallows, glancing at you, he fails to notice just how intense the look in your eyes is. 

“There’s a difference between sex and foreplay, sweetheart.” 

You bite the insides of your cheeks, swallowing the bitterness on your tongue as you look into his eyes. Not once, had you spent a single second wondering if Eddie was seeing someone, if he was fooling around with girls when he wasn’t with you. But now that you think about it, now that you imagine him with other girls, you suddenly feel the bile rising in your throat. The sickening feeling makes you want to drop to your knees and puke out the waffles you had eaten this morning.

“So, when was the last time you did that then, Eddie?” Robin asks, both curious to know and to see your reaction. 

He shrugs, “I don’t know, Buckley. I don’t keep count of how many days–”

“Yes, you do! Men always do!” 

He doesn’t feel comfortable sharing that in front of you, but he knows that Robin won’t drop it until she gets an answer she’s satisfied with. Besides, you probably won’t even care. Despite Dmitri’s encouraging words, he still refuses to believe that there are any feelings other than the platonic ones that you feel for him. This won’t hurt you, right? 

“Fine! Two or three months ago, happy? Now, Harrington, I think I should teach you some basics.” 

You feel as though a cold bucket of water has been dropped on you. Your heart leaps to your throat as your stomach drops. Another wave of sickness floods through you. You stare at him, not noticing Steve’s or Robin’s eyes on you. 

When was that? Was it the weekend you couldn’t spend time with him? The night you couldn’t come to his gig? Was it before or after he had gotten angry at you for kissing Steve? 

It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, it shouldn’t make you feel this sick, this jealous. You barely figured out your feelings for him. But the longer you stare at him, listen to his words, you can’t help but feel anger rather than jealousy. 

You didn’t have feelings for him back then, or at least, you weren’t aware of them. He’s single and free to do whatever he wants but so are you – so were you when you kissed Steve and yet, he was so angry at you when he found out about it. He treated you so coldly, all because he hated the thought of you kissing Steve. Yet, he was out there fooling around with other girls.

“You have never actually eaten pussy before, dude?” Robin mumbles.

Steve rubs the back of his neck, nervously, “I mean, yeah. Just not–” he pauses with a look of shame in his eyes as he briefly glances at you. 

You roll your eyes. 

You’re not surprised to hear that, you’re not even hurt. After everything that happened between you and him, his sex life with Nancy is the last thing you had ever worried about. You always knew that he treated her better than he ever treated you. 

And, that he tried new things with her isn’t anything shocking to you, anyways. 

You open your mouth but before you can say something that might ruin the night, you press your lips together again. Sighing, you look down at your drink. You take a deep breath before you raise the glass to your lips, gulping down the rest of it.

You plaster a smile on your face. Ignoring the concerned looks that Robin is giving you. She thankfully changes the topic. Eddie and Steve, surprisingly fall into yet another conversation. 

Their distraction allows you to slip away for a moment, you pass by Robin without meeting her eyes and make a quick escape to the bathroom. Locking yourself into the small room for a moment to collect yourself. 

Despite the anger you are feeling, you don’t want to ruin the night for Steve. 

You splash some cold water and run your fingers through your hair. 

With tears in your eyes, you stare at yourself in the mirror. 

Whether it’s tears of anger or tears of sadness. You are sick of it. You are sick of yourself. You are sick of crying. You are sick of the pining, of the jealousy, of the sadness.

Steve had given Nancy everything. He tried new things with her while you were grieving your relationship, crying yourself to sleep and thinking about him like a goddamn fool while he was having the time of his life with a different girl. 

And Eddie, you try not to think about it, you try not to let the jealousy in. But you can’t push out the anger that you are feeling for him, right now. 

Or the anger that you are feeling for yourself.

How you take everything to heart. How you let everything and everyone hurt you. 

You are done. 

You are so fucking done. 

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next chapter

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi! Can I request Daryl with female reader any era having a new years kiss?

Sure, this is super cute :) also very difficult to do given the state of the world but I figured it out.

"You're telling me you know what day it is?" Daryl asks, leaning over me to peer down at a notebook in my lap. I give him a simple nod with a proud grin, knowing that this would make him excited since we're all so tapped out from how life used to be, even down to something as simple as the day of the way.

"I decided to keep a log just to make me feel like we still have some schedule." My hands spread across the paper, fingers dragging against the words as Daryl lowers himself down onto his knees beside my desk.

"What day is it?" He asks, soft eyes squinting as his eyes flicker across the page.

"A Friday."

"No but like what day." He asks and I scoff, head shaking as my eyes flicker down to look longingly at the circled date on the paper, my favorite date.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"C'mon." He nudges me with a playful wink.

"It's New Years." I grin, eyes flickering between his as his brows pull tightly together, hands greedily grabbing the book from me to confirm.

"No shit." He scoffs, standing and placing his hands firmly on his hips. "Wow." He reaches up to run his fingers through his hair, a shocked smile still stretched across his lips.

"Yeah, but it's sad we don't know what time it is. It would be cool to celebrate how we used to." I frown, heart aching at the memories of banging pots and pans outside on my front porch with neighborhood kids, parents cheering inside the house as they knock back shots.

"It's dark enough." He mutters with a sly grin and my brows pull together, chin tilting to look up at him.

"What do you mean-" I'm cut off by the feeling of his lips pressing against mine in a shy, lips almost shaking as I let out a quiet gasp between us, eyes widening as he pulls away from me.

"Happy New Years."

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[writteninthesewalls28]

Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: Tenth chapter!!

Warnings: hospital, mentions of death, panic attack, curse words

Harry's POV:

The night I came home from the studio, recording a new song and found Louis passed out on the sofa, I'll probably never forget.

"Louis? You home yet?" I asked right when I entered our big flat in the center of London. Silly question. He sent me a message when he got home 5 hours ago, I just was too busy checking the stupid phone lying in my hand right now. I quickly scanned the short text he sent me, informing me, he had a bad day. Family’s not doing good, all very sad about Fiz, still. Of course I understood that, it just has been about 4 month since she passed, but I worried about my husband so bad, no one would ever understand.

He needed rest. As much as I admired him his caring personality trait I also noticed he was at the limit, standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump. It was like he was just waiting for the right moment.

Something happening to Milly would be a great opportunity for example in his eyes. I knew he waited for that. And I also knew how bad he felt about the words he threw at her on the phone. Both of them just had too big of an ego to just call the other, or are too scared.

However, that night, I actually thought this was the point where he jumped off that cliff. He'd never come back again and cheer me up when I felt down.

When I entered the living room, I only saw his feet dangling on the edge of the sofa.

"Hello Darling, you good?" I asked, while walking around the sofa, but when I looked in his face, I saw a pale, little man. Eyes closed.

Oh my god. Was he asleep?

I started to panic, my heart definitely stopped beating for a second.

"Shit!" I called out. Checking his pulse, I started dialing Liam's phone number.

"Please answer." I prayed. Liam maybe was my last hope. He himself had a big problem with randomly passing out due to too much pressure back in the 1D days, and a very close relationship with Louis, he'd knew what to do.

"Hey, what’s up?" I sighed so loudly hearing his voice.

"Thank god! Thank freaking god, you answered!" I breathed out.

"Harry, what is going on? Is Louis okay?" His voice got from nice-to-hear-from-you to what-the-hell-is-going-on.

"No, that’s why I'm calling!", shit, tears started messing up my sight. "I just got home and found him passed out on the sofa, I have no idea what happened, but he’s extremely pale and I can’t find his stupid pulse! Please help me, I don’t know what to do!" I never was THAT freaked out before. But, you know, I never found myself in a situation like this.

"Shit!", he mumbled under his breath ," continue trying to find his pulse. I'm on my way." He told me, sounding rather stressed himself. "Oh, and Harry? Please don’t freak out that bad, okay? Louis needs you now!"

With that, he hang up, leaving me alone with my tears and my husband.

Milly’s POV:

I stood in front of a door in the neighborhood where my parents lived, when I got the call.

Yes, I tried talking to neighbors, hoping they could possibly tell me something about them.

My phone ringing made me stop in my actions. The last time at this place, I ignored it and it had bad consequences, at least for me and my brothers relationship.

'Calum 💖' was the caller-ID. What the heck is going on now? He knew where I was, why would he try calling me?

I answered anyways.

"Hello sweetie." I greeted him, confused what he could possibly want to tell me now.

"Okay, are you sitting?" His voice gave me goosebumps. He never sounds this serious, it scares me.

“No, I’m obviously standing! Calum, what is going on, you know I'm busy here!" I actually got a little angry there, was he trying to prank me? If so, he totally succeeded, I made up stupid possibilities what could’ve happened in the 2 hours I have been away now.

"Seriously, please sit down, I'm scared you’re gonna faint.“

I rolled my eyes, but followed his advice. "Fine…"

"You have to be really strong for me, okay?", I got more and more impatient, hoping this isn’t a joke, "Louis is in the hospital, he passed out yesterday."

I breathed uneven. No, no, NO!!

"What?“ I breathed, stumbling back to my car, away from the doorstep.

"Harry found him last night and called a few minutes ago, I said, I'd call you myself because I wanted to be with you and see how you take the information."

I shook my head, completely in disbelief. I felt so bad. What if he dies now and the last thing I remember about him was that stupid fight?

"Please don’t feel too bad, I spoke to Niall too. He said, you should still talk to the neighbors."

I wanted to protest. There is no way, I am still doing this, my big bro is in the hospital. But he didn’t let me talk.

"This is important for you sweetie. Louis would’ve wanted that you followed your dreams.", He took a deep breath, " and besides, here in Adelaide, you can’t help him anyways-" now I didn’t let him finish

"No, I‘m coming home!" And hang up the phone.

Without hesitating I started the engine and drove home, in my head already booking a flight to London.

What is the fastest way to get to him?

Arriving at home, parking my car, I put together a whole ass plan, what to do next and how to get to Louis the fastest.

However, Calum crossed these plans by pulling me in a very sweet and kiss right when I opened the huge front door. It felt like, every single muscle in my body suddenly relaxed. When he let go of me, he briefly touched my shoulders and gave me a soft smile.

Calum, being a lot taller than me, leaned down and whispered into my ear: "I know, you want to get to him as fast as you can, I would want that too if it’s my sister, but don’t forget to relax, okay sweetie? This stress is not healthy."

See why I love this man? He’s too perfect to even exist.

"Don’t worry, I'll try to calm down a little…" I responded, leaning my head against his strong chest.

"Let’s go, I'll help you book flight tickets to London." He said, while stroking through my long blonde hair.

"Calum?" I knew, I'd probably surprise him with my next question, but I just wasn’t sure, if I wanted to do this alone.

"Yes sweetie?"

"Can you come with me to London?" I haven’t met my family for 1 whole year and even though I loved my sisters, I haven’t seen them after Fizz‘ death… I'm still really mad at myself that I didn’t have the courage to go to the funeral, but I just wasn’t mentally stable enough to go there. Especially because I would’ve had to do it alone. Calum had been on tour with his bandmates at that time.

I notice how Calum froze in his motion for a split of a second when I dropped the question, but immediately continued playing with strands of my hair like he used to do it when I felt homesick in Australia, right when we were little teenagers.

"Of course I'll come with you if you want that, I can write songs everywhere."

Calum’s POV:

One thing that freaked him out were planes. That must sound weird if someone hears that and knows he’s a musician and is meant to tour, fly and perform, but still. He was absolutely terrified of planes. He had a strong ritual whenever he and the boys had to fly to the next destination, in order to perform in a different city: eat his favorite snack (anything with white chocolate, literally anything), call Milly, talk to Ashton about the sights of the new city.

All that immensely helped him get over his fear more and more, but this time, he won’t be able to eat chocolate or talk to Milly, considering their brief time they had to get to the airport, hop on the plane, get to the hospital and talk to Louis. All that in less than a day and a half. He knew, that sounded like much time for someone living in Spain getting to London, but a flight to London from Adelaide, took one whole day.

Yeah.

Now think again, if this really was such a good idea from his girlfriend.

But anyways, he‘d jump off the stupid plane for her, so he'll survive a little fun trip with her, right?

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Arriving in London, he didn’t even have the time to calm Milly down, even though he basically saw a completely different person than the one he knew he loved unconditionally. All she thought about, was call Harry, open Google Maps, find hospital, find Tube stations.

And Calum had to follow.

Milly walked right in front of him, her hair falling over her shoulders, right into her face, covering her eyes. She hectically tried pushing her beautiful blonde strands of hair out of her face so she could focus on her phone to find the right Tube stations, but her hair didn’t let her. Calum took that as a silent sign to go up to her and take her hair in his hands and put it back behind her shoulders.

But he didn’t let go of her immediately.

He knew, she promised him, she will remember his words and relax some time. Thing is, this woman in front of him, didn’t look relaxed.

"Baby, look at me." He said, causing Milly to quickly turn around, eyes still focused on the phone.

"Hey!” He called her out.

She didn’t notice.

He slowly laid his finger under her chin and pushed it up, so her eyes could meet his.

"Milly, you heard Harry, there is no need to rush. Louis is stable, but sleeping. You can’t help him and you don’t have to." He said, hoping the words actually reached her.

"I still want to get to him as fast as possible, don’t you understand?"

Was that anger in her voice?

He didn’t even recognized her anymore.

"How about I help you with this?" If she doesn’t listen to him this way, he simply had to change his strategy and help her get to Louis faster.

"Yeah." She responded, breathing heavily.

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"Hello, we would like to know where we have to go to find Louis Tomlinson, he’s a patient in this hospital." He asked the woman at the reception desk. They finally reached the hospital.

Thank god.

"Yeah, that’s room 321. Just take the lift and you're nearly there." The kind woman answered, gaze focused on Milly, as if even she could see her discomfort in this place. "Is everything alright, Miss? Do you need anything?" She asked her, but Milly just shook her head.

“Don’t worry, she’s here with me. She just wants to see her brother really bad." She just nodded and Calum started walking towards the elevator, Milly immediately following him.

"Where do we have to go?" Milly asked him.

"Um, just take the elevator to the third floor I think…." He said, already stepping into the elevator.

Only a few seconds later, it seemed to be a very modern elevator, they already were on the third floor and started walking toward room 321.

Milly’s POV:

Now, I'll finally see him, I can apologize and everything will go back to normal and this heavy feeling on my chest will go away too.

I hate hospitals. They always make me think of mum. Right when I enter one, I remember the time where the doctor called me to tell me, she died. And then, all the memories from her come up and I can’t help it, but end up in some kind of space, where everything just screams mum.

But right now, I have to be there for Louis and apologize for my behavior on the phone 3 weeks ago.

"Here it is." Calum said, and wrapped one arm around my waist. He doesn’t know about my fear of hospitals, I simply never told him because that exactly would bring up the memories again.

We stopped in front of a white door and Calum knocked before pushing the door open. He stepped in first, grabbing my hand and didn’t let go, even when I entered the room.

But how glad I was, that he was holding my hand.

Louis, lying there- it caused me to breath uncontrollably.

My mind swapped Louis face with mums face and I re-lived the moment when I saw her dead body there.

The doctor just stood next to me, not knowing what to do with a young woman, crying next to her dead mother. No one else from my family was there, they all were informed, but didn’t see the messages on their phone yet.

I was alone.

And at my breaking point.

Right in this moment, I promised myself to never enter a hospital again, if I don’t necessarily have to.

But here I am, staring at Louis, tears streaming down my face.

I didn’t even notice Harry sitting next to him, until he said: "The doctor just said, that he can go home tomorrow." But did I really understand what these words mean? That he was going to be okay?

No.

Definitely not.

My body was too focused on starting to shake and make my knees go weak. I couldn’t have hold myself up any longer if Calum didn’t immediately noticed what was going on and caught me in the exact moment my knees decided to stop working.

"Hey, hey, hey!" The worried tone in his voice did not reach me.

He will

End up Okay

You have to apologize

Everything in me wanted to get up and go up to Louis and talk to my brother, but my body wouldn’t let me. It felt like I was having a heart attack. I was scared of losing the control over myself and just- do something that I'd regret later.

The stabbing pain in my chest that had been there since we stepped into the hospital grew and grew, till I just couldn’t hold it anymore.

"It hurts, it hurts" I struggled getting the words out of my mouth since breathing still felt very difficult.

Calum, in whose arms I laid for the last minutes, seconds, hours? I completely lost track of time, sat down on a chair, holding me in his arms.

"You’re safe. I'm here." I heard him talking, but I wasn’t able to understand the words he said. "What hurts baby? Can I help you?" I started understanding his words better and better, but the chest pain and my uncontrolled breathing wouldn’t let me answer his question.

"It’s okay, It’s okay. It’s all okay." He repeated over and over again, like a Mantra.

"It hurts, Calum…" I whispered, not sure if he even heard the quiet sentence coming out of my mouth.

But of course he did, he always did.

"I know sweetie, I'll be here for you. You'll get through this." And what if I don’t? I wanted to say, but surely wasn’t able to. What if I won’t end up being okay? What if this pain will never leave me? And what if Louis leaves me instead?

"Hey, hey! You are not getting up."

I didn’t even notice that I tried getting out of Calum's grip.

"But- I… want…" to see Louis and tell him how much he means to me. Yeah.

Like I did it with my best friend. Thankfully I got the chance to say goodbye to her the day before she left her family and me alone. I told her how much she means to me, that I'll always remember her. And I held my promise. I never forgot about the dances in the rain, the music we listened to, the make-up we stole from her mom and tried on, the movies we watched while eating tons of Oreos. Because of her, I love these biscuits so much, they are my reminder of her. Whenever I eat one, I hear her soft laugh echoing in the back of my head and close my eyes to see her in front of my inner eye.

"Relax darling, you have to breathe." Calum crossed my thoughts and helped me concentrate on my breathing, in order to fix it. Fix me.

And my relationship to Louis will be fixed too. It has to.

"That’s good, you are doing amazing Milly." The chest pain didn’t leave me, but at least I stopped shaking and could try to talk again.

"Here you go." Someone handed me a glass of water, but I couldn’t see who the person was, I was too focused on taking small sips of water. The feeling of the liquid running down my throat was truly the best thing after a panic attack.

Calum’s POV:

Everyone always underestimates how difficult it is to help someone through a panic attack and be there for them.

He himself struggled with seeing his girlfriend so scared and simply out of her mind, in a way no one would understand unless they’re in a same situation.

Now, Milly was peacefully sleeping on his lap after finally calming down. Of course he didn’t knew what triggered her anxiety like this, so that she freaked out after 2 years of no-anxiety-or-panic-attacks.

Milly never told him, when or why this started, but he secretly thinks that the first ever situation that he was with her had been her first time too.

Maybe he will confront her about her attacks someday, but very early in their relationship, he figured it’s a very sensitive topic for her, something she clearly doesn’t like to talk about.

"Is she going to be okay?" A voice very near to Calum asked, scaring him a little.

"God, Harry! You’re scary!" He called out. Louis boyfriend stood next to Calum and looked down at Calum’s hand slowly stroking over Milly’s beautiful blonde hair. "But to answer your question: Yes, she'll be okay. These attacks haven’t happened in the last years… but something triggered her here."

Suddenly he felt Harry’s huge hand on his shoulder. "I know that Louis misses his sister and you probably know how much Milly misses Louis. Let’s make sure these two slightly arrogant people apologize properly, alright?" Calum made sure to laugh as silent as possible, not wanting to wake Milly up.

"Sounds like a good plan." He said, confirming Harry’s plan.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 180

Chapter 180: "Your Everything"

I can understand how the demon god says he can't kill Emma or any of her family due to the promise she just made, but what if he physically wasn't capable of doing so regardless? Sure, right after the reveal He mentions how He "doesn't intend to" which gives the implication that He could, but what if, despite all the power He has to change the space around him, people's fate and whatever else, He's actually harmless? It would be kinda a letdown if we spent all that time worrying for our girl's life for nothing, but I'd still be grateful. It would make some sense as to why he has the other demons harvest food for him instead of obtaining it Himself, aside from the fact he's a literal god who's well respected by them.

Let the real pain begin! Maaann, it sucks that we've come this far into the story and watched these precious kids endure such hardships and yet once they all achieve their goal, the stress and drama just keeps on coming! At the end of the day, I can appreciate the high stakes of the reward and how greatly it effects Emma and her family, but that blank look on her face always breaks me.

Demon god may take Emma's memories but I'm about to take Him out with a good whack to the head courtesy of Barbara's spiked bat.

We know Emma cares way more about her family than herself, so hearing that they can all safely cross over to the human world and be free is obviously the best kind of news she can hear, but damn honey, that sad smile makes me wanna cry.

Like Ayshe, it's a shame that Alex is introduced to us so late in the story because there's a whole lot more I wanna learn about him aside from what he tells Emma and what we can deduce from the photos he has hanging up on his wall. There's no possible way he could've been introduced earlier in the story, since arriving in the human world was the shared dream of all the cattle children, but I wish this arc lasted longer so we could've at least seen more of his growing relationship with Emma.

Aahh, she's trying so very hard to remember anything about her life. I hate seeing her look so defeated. Whenever our Emma felt lost or down in the past, she would have her family around to help her or even resort to that famous optimism of hers to get her mind back on track, but she's really got nothing right now. Yeah she eventually gets to a point where she feels better about her situation as we see her spend more time with Alex in this new life during this chapter, but such sad expressions don't look good on our normally cheerful leader.

As much as I love how Emma kept all the photos Ray once gave her this entire time, I hate how they've become completely distorted by the price of the reward. Demon god just keeps landing more critical hits on my heart. I do have to wonder if the WM pen still works at all or not though. Her and Alex had to be a little curious about a pen that doesn't work like an actual pen. But yeah, seeing a young teenager with a gun that size is definitely a red flag. Luckily Alex finally learns from Emma's family the reason why she had it in offscene026 (which isn't an extra page from the manga but can't recall where it's from exactly), along with all the other odd and impressive skills she retained because she was one of the cattle children, but until then the poor man believed she was an escaped child solider or secret agent, which doesn't seem too farfetched considering everything else that's happened in the story.

I'll never get used to seeing Emma without her ID. That 63194 is iconic damn it, whether on her neck or in song form! But bless Alex for being such a kind gentleman and practically adopting Emma without question. Undoubtedly one of the best parents of the series and quite literally the only one that's safe from any possible death threats (the one perk to being introduced so late I suppose). I also love all the patterns he has on his clothes and around the house.

Although I love the jacket she wears at the end of this chapter and the next, along with the outfit that's briefly shown at the start of the epilogue which gives me serious GP outfit vibes, Emma looks real good wearing all these cute patterns. I'm assuming these clothes once belonged to Alex's daughter and it's sweet he shares them with Emma.

I think I rambled on a little bit with this idea back during ch101 about the necklace and because of it resembling the dragon's eye (that's supposedly capable of seeing through everything), it managed to nullify the consequences of the reward, which is why Emma was capable of seeing her family in her dreams and eventually cause her to reunite with them by being sorta sentient in a way since it slipped off her neck.. somehow. Anyway, not really relevant to any of that, but the larger blanket on her bed always reminded me of a giraffe pattern which obviously suits our girl so well.

Having all her most important people call out to her and not remember a single soul, including herself, ugh.. I wish to lay down and sob.

As if the whole memory loss situation didn't already upset me enough already, let's add Emma crying in her sleep to the list.

I'm slow in realizing this, but this is probably the same church that was shown in Alex's photos.

Loneliness truly is a horrible feeling, but at least they can comfort each other. While I'm certain both of them would love to reconnect with their respective families again, having one person by your side is a whole lot better than no one at all.

As long as you keep your family and friends in your heart, they'll always be with you, so While Alex doesn't necessarily need to stay in one place to remember them, I understand that being around a familiar place where he shared countless memories with them would allow him to remember everyone easier. It's sweet of him to still be concerned of Emma's family a month later despite her having trouble thinking about them in the first place.

I get annoyed at myself whenever I say I'm gonna do something then forget the exact thing I planned to do just minutes after, so I can't even begin to imagine how difficult it must be for Emma to remember nothing of her previous life. Well, I everything that doesn't directly relate to her family or the demon world anyways, such as firing a gun, her athleticism and all her habits, but to hell with the demon god. This reward is still so cruel.

Mhhhmm her optimism has slowly but surely been returning to her as well, just not in the way we would've wanted/expected. Even though I would love for her to remain hopeful that she could meet or remember her family someday, I'm proud of her that she decides not to dwell on her losses anymore and begins living a happier life.

The absolute joy I felt upon seeing Ray, Gilda and Phil being so close to finally finding our girl.. aaahh it just makes you wanna jump into the panel and shout at them to TURN THE HELL AROUND.

Favorite panel/moment:

I got this far and realized I actually chosen three different scenes, so.. I'm gonna cheat. Of course, I love this quick dream scenario of what Emma's life could've looked like had she arrived in the human world alongside her entire family without any compensation, as her number is still visible on her neck here. I also just really love everyone's different outfits! And I'm once again only noticing now that the patterns on Emma's shorts and the hood part of her shirt match the pattern that Alex had on his original jacket.

Remember way back at the end of ch1 when Emma declares that she wouldn't cry anymore? Yeah, well, obviously this Emma doesn't recall that promise to herself and proceeds to let out an impressive amount of tears while shattering my heart in the process. Aahhh, this is another moment I'm glad that was never animated because hearing all that emotion in her voice would surely make me cry along with her. And I praised the anime's use of a sunrise during the end of their interpretation of the ch122-123 balcony scene, so even though this chapter came first, I do enjoy how the rising sun has sorta become a symbol that restores Emma's optimism because it's shortly after this breakdown that she starts to act like her old self again.

Lastly, Alex giving Emma a head pat. I desperately wished this would've caused her to remember all the head pats Ray gave her in the past, or at the very least spark some kind of deja vu feeling, but alas, we weren't that lucky.

[vrisrezis]

hello :) hope everything is well! id like to request a fluff alphabet for anne boonchuy — if it matters, s/o is ambitious, affectionate, rational, n optimistic

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Not to be cliche but she would find your personality attractive! She would love the little small quirks you may have, she would like how optimistic you are.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

In the future? Sure. She would like the idea of having a little her walking around but she’s still young so she’d like to wait a bit.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

She likes to cuddle on top of you, smothering you. Thankfully she’s thin.

D = Dates (What kind of Dates do you go on?)

She likes restaurant dates. She also likes going to the park.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my heart.

F = Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)

When she is separated from you, or almost loses you.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

Very grateful! She’s not always aware but she has her moments where she’s just so happy to have you and thanks you for everything.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

No. She’s very honest with you. Though when she’s upset she may try to deflect and not tell you what’s wrong, she will eventually.

I = Impression (First impressions?)

She thought you were super cute. But like in a totally platonic way… haha…

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

Sometimes. She’s usually very petty about it and gives an attitude to the person.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Loves kissing her hands, she always makes it goofy but she loves doing it. She likes when you kiss her face and hair.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Her. She said it in a off handed manner when you were friends but said it more seriously when you started dating pretty quickly.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

The day you got her a frog that looked just like sprig :,) <3

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

As much as she possibly can! Certainly helps she can never say no to you!

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Pretty obvious with the big ol goofy smile on her face and blush dusted on her cheeks. She tends to be clingier around you, really excited to hear you talk and etc.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Honeybear, gummybear, sweetie, honey,

Q = what their fav non modern thing

Not doing this one.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Lazy day honestly. She likes making you food though on a rainy day so that you can keep relaxing and stuff.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

She tends to distract herself and eventually forgets about whatever may be upsetting her, let’s it out eventually if she has to. With you, she may try to do the same and make you laugh unless you really need to get it out. She feels terrible when you’re upset.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

She likes talking about mutual interests, shows, movies, video games, celebrities, etc. and often brings up old funny memories with you or inside jokes the two of you may have.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Very well! She can see right through you! Sometimes it feels like she knows you better than you do.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Very important. On a close level to how much the plantars mean to her and her parents. Along with Sasha and Marcy.

W = Wedding (thoughts on marriage, When, where, and how do they propose?)

She’s fine with it when you’re older. but she probably ends up proposing in your late 20s or early 30s. She would probably do it at a place that’s special to you both, like perhaps a spot you two used to hide away and hang out at (perhaps like a secret hideout?) and then would propose.

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

Very affectionate in private! Smothers you in her love constantly. In public not as much, but still affectionate.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

She’s okay. She’s been separated from you for probably a long ass time so she can deal with it. Even if not she was away from her parents for a long time so she can handle it.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

Yes. Your relationship is extremely important to her after all.

[cloudeling]

could i. perhaps. ask about your old ocs

YEEAAH okay so demi alaska n gail. they were one of the first non-fantasy universes i made so its all modern day coming of age i guess? the main plot revolved around the three of them realizing they were queer and figuring out how to come out to each other .demis aroace n genderfluid any/all and likee thr overly exciteable and cheerful one he lived with just her mom and i think xyr mom was an artist .gail was kinda just the soft sad trans boy sstereotype with homophobic parents which is. i dont think i would make a character like him today.also he was demirose i think he/him pronouns. alaska was kinda the one who dragged them all around places like vry .adventurous ig. she/her and a lesbian also she had a girlfriend nameed. sasha. u can rlly tell these r old ocs by the lack of neopronouns.

as for actual story stuff i got like 12 chapters in but not reeaally that far? like it doesnt look like id even gotten to gails coming out. i think the story was supposed 2 end withlike gails parents kicking him out and him going to live with demi which is. past me didnt rlly care abt thr legal stuff i dont think. i think the timeline is smthing like alaska meets sasha -> they start dating -> alaska tells demi n gail -> they didnt know alaska was queer, alaska is confused by this -> demi does some questioning and tells them theyre genderfluid -> gail tries 2 come out and i project onto him by giving him that "i know itll be fine but i physically cannot get myself to do this" feeling -> thats abt as far as i wrote and i dont remember anything abt my outline other than the ending. i did have an outline somewhere but i cant find it so it might just be permanently gone whichis. lovely. but i think if i wrote it today the story would revolve much less around their queerness and coming out and more just them hanging out being friends yk .fun stuff instead of them being all sad idk

theyre very much like. a product of who i was at the timeand a lot of it is vry silly to look back on but theyre some of the first guys who actually like. stuck in my brain yk. also funfact at the time i very much didnt think of them as ocs they were just my characters from the book im writing. whereas today i think i would die if i tried 2 put like the branches &thorns gang in a book so they just live in my head and as drawings. i did draw demi alaska n gail a bit i think but that art is. very old.

[cleetus42]

told myself i didnt want to go to school today. i ended up forcing myself to. form was like everything just bubbling. chemistry happened and i looked at what i had been assigned and i just. cried. like i put my headphones on and stayed quiet. wrote some things down. i didnt want to bring attention to myself. i got up to go to the bathroom. dried my tears. came back. they still kept falling. went back in the bathroom. stayed there for who knows how long. i was sad. i think. i considered hanging myself from the little beams above the bathroom stalls. but. i didnt want to traumatize anyone. i stood there. still. in the dark.

A came in briefly but assumed i wasnt in there and left. i could see her silhouette.

W came in and asked if i wanted to talk. i told her i was okay. she said my drawing was cute and she knew i drew it. i smiled. she left after washing her hands.

i stayed there. M asked if i was there. he asked me to step out. i did. told me he'd been around the school looking for me. etc.

i guess i came in because i thought id feel better with like. human interaction. but like. i didnt. i think this whole stop feeling sorry for yourself, look how many people are suffering etc thing doesnt work on me. it makes me foster self-hatred. id rather feel bad for myself to be honest.

i dont really want to think about the rest. i just remember when i got home i kind of just. felt like i was insane. like i needed to be put on some anti-psychotics or something. i dont know. like. cutting my hair made sense to me. going to school and hiding in the bathroom made sense to me. i know on the outside it looked. unhealthy. erratic. but. it made sense to me.

i thought thats all that mattered. i watched beautiful boy. i skipped the shower scene. cried at the end when that woman talked about her daughter who overdosed.

4pm i think i watched waking life. i thought maybe because it had wiley in it it would cheer me up. i liked it. the stuff about free will. dreaming etc. it made me feel like. i dont know. heard? my parents dont really want to hear about any philosophical things i say. my siblings dont really care. i dont have online friends who want to think that deep.

i know im loved. i know that. i just dont know if im seen. like. i long to be understood. i long to not have to mold myself around others. i just want to speak with no filter. say whatever pops into my mind. and have a meaningful discussion about it.

fuck. i feel like nothing i just wrote really spoke from how i actually felt.

why cant i claw out my heart and write with my own blood.

[tears-of-boredom]

spent the whole day just playing Our Life. the third part just always fucking gets me. i can never play up a character enough to not make them end up crying in their family's car in the restaurant parking lot. because that is fucking exactly what id do. I think one play-through I did, i tried to be as out of character as possible, but I still couldnt make my character be certain and excited about their future...and the fact that cove gives running a business as a back up plan. like I know what he's trying to do but starting any god damn business is just as stressful as being uncertain of the future. i think this time I didnt quite cry though, my eyes only got wetter than usual. it was the realization that the character i was playing, would realistically be cheered up by being surrounded by family, and everyone checking up on them. and I remembered for the first time in a while that other people can actually worry about you. they can want to help you, genuinely,, and not just because child services will be called otherwise. or because the situation is really awkward if I stay upset and sad...I just dont believe other people i guess. maybe its a side effect of being a Gifted Kid. if someone says that theyre worried about me, i just think theyre saying that as a knee jerk response, to be nice. and I regocnise that its a stupid thing to think, but i really just dont believe anything other people say in relation to me.

i wish I wasnt like this. i wish i lived with two relatively rich parents with a sibling in sunset bird, with a neighbour that I feel relaxed around, because he just has always been there...

i wonder if money would have fixed anything growing up..maybe it wouldve dialuted the outsider feel I had.. or maybe the autism would just give it anyways. somedays i genuinely dont even believe i have autism. i dont know why. maybe because its a disability, and I have an actual reason to complain about my life being shit. im always searching for a reason to feel shitty, so it feels kind of wrong when there actually is something to blame... I just wish i had had another family growing up. had a different brain, different life.

hopefully its not the medication doing this again. It took so long to wear off last time.

[generoustriumphsheep]

8/14

SO much has gone on so this post has been a long time coming. I hit a bit of a breakdown because Monday when I see Robbie at work it was so awkward with radio silence. I mean no apology he wouldn't even look at me all day. This actually went on for 3 days which led me to hit a lonely level. I even started to miss my ex which I hated. But not having Robbie around was sad he is one of my good friends and I was actually surprised by how much I missed him being around. All the guys at work said he owed me an apology but he was being a big puss. I even reached out to him a couple diff times because the whole situation was so silly. He still kept blowing me off which made it worse for me. I finally got to confront him and he kept turning red and I brought up the ass slap and he immediately said sorry but it was a little awkward. He refused to tell me what was really bothering him. The next few days I was really happy to have him back to normal so that's good.

As for he who won't be named. I've been thinking about him here and there and it is so annoying. I don't want to be thinking of his ungrateful ass. Something I definitely feel towards him is anger. I have hatred for him and I don't want to. Its now been like 45 days since I heard from him. ugh I don't even know what to think. He's a loser without me regardless.

In the midst of all the drama last week I was really having a tough time emotionally. I cried a couple days after work, but something that stuck out to me was this pivotal moment for me. I tried to stop myself from crying so I went pee and thought I might as well use my gua shua so I can at least be pretty. I ended up accidentally dropping it and it shattered on the floor. I was so upset. because that's a main part of my skin care. I picked up a piece this was such a depressing m moment and I looked down and just wanted to drag the broken shard across my arm. I just started crying even more. I didn't do it but I really wanted to. It's just really hard to be so upset and alone.

I've been feeling really isolated from my friends too. I keep thinking were all so different and busy with our own lives, but I feel like they're just too busy for my liking. Like these are supposed to be my people and they're nowhere to be found. I just want to be able to relate with them and feel close to people. I want to be understood. I feel like I'm so different from them and it kind of confuses me. Maybe I just really do need this alone time while I'm trying to rebuild myself. I guess its better that way than to rely on people. I have just been leaning more towards my best friend and her family though. They always cheer me up. Yesterday her mom even gave me a diffuser for no reason it totally made my day. Random acts of kindness are my absolute favorite.

Now when it hits 1111 anymore I don't wish for you anymore and I think that speaks volumes. What I want for myself is love, health and wealth for my parents and I. I want us all to be happy together and individually.

of course I want to be in love again, but I think I'm just going to go with the flow. I have no idea where my path will take me. I for sure want to be with someone who adores me, won't leave me and will appreciate the love I have for them. I have so much love to give. If Shef isn't it for me then that means my perfect person is out there searching for me. no other girl can get in the way.

In the past when I thought of august, I didn't imagine this is where id be or this is what I would be thinking. I feel like myself again. I do love myself that's for sure.

[ceyrann]

I am going anon for my rant, I felt like ranting with you

I used to be on this app, where there were tons of teenage girls. I stayed there for some time but I got bored and left it. Soon again after some time, I made another ID and told everyone that I am a boy( actually I am a girl, during my first time on that app, I used my real identity). The app has lots of features where one can sing, make videos like tiktok and stuffs. Initially, I wanted some attention from the girls there, because there were very less boys and everyone wanted boys as their friends, so I knew I will probably get a lots of attention by telling I am boy. But I needed to proof that I am a boy,and for that I needed to show them some pics of me, but how can I get hold of a pic of a handsome boy? I knew pinterest has tons of them but that would be too obvious, therefore I took someone's random pic from Instagram whose account was public and used it whenever any girl asked for my pic. I didn't give the pic to anyone, I would talk to them for weeks and after then only, I would give them that pic if they asked for it. For singing, I asked my younger brother to sing some songs ( only audio). So the girls readily believed that I am a boy. Initially, I just wanted some fun and stuffs but I made some rather good friends by pretending as a boy, which I couldn't make when I showed my real identity before. I felt secure and they listened to my problems and cheered me up whenever I was sad or unhappy. I listened to their problems too and they said that they finally had someone to whom they can let out their emotions. I made some real good friends there. It was all going good, then one of the girls came and told me that she likes me and wants an online relationship with me, but I denied it since it will be taking advantage of her in a way. Many others confessed to me and said that they are even ready for s*xting with me. I genuinely felt bad for them as how these girls are so easy to fool, I was thinking about how an adult can take advantage of them and lure them. Therefore, I decided to inform them about how what they were doing was not right at all. I tried my best to make them aware of online spams and stuffs. While talking to them, I realised why they were so easy to fool, because most of them had their parents divorced or their parents sent them away to study abroad, or it was only a single parent. Their parents didn't have time for them and therefore, they wanted someone who can accept them. For more than 1 year, I stayed on that app, and listened to their problems and cheered them up. It was shocking in a way because I just did all of this for fun but now many of them were feeling comfortable with me and said that other girls make fun of them when they tell their problems to them, it was like a woman's biggest enemy was a woman. Soon,it was time for me to leave the app because I got a very good job and that needed my attention. When I left , I was relieved to hear something very good from them " thank you for coming into our life and making us feeling confident in ourselves". It was the best thing that I could hear. Some of them even gave me their insta asking me to add them, but I didn't because that would be like starting things all over again. Many of them happily accepted me leaving. But at the end, I couldn't tell them that I was actually a girl and not a boy and everything else. Now, I am still little guilty if I was wrong or did I do very bad?

Hi, thanks for trusting me and share this story with me. I actually read this much earlier when I was at work and I thought that I should only reply you when I have some quiet and personal time. It will allow me to pay full attention to your rant and you deserve an equal level of respect of an... answer?

I'm not so sure about the guilty part. What was it that you were guilty about? About lying your identity? About not adding them? About taking a random picture of a person?

For me, what I see was that you were genuinely helping and listening to people on that app, and you even took the time to tell them that you were leaving that platform to focus on your real life work.

Sorry to go on a tangent, but let's take me for an example. -coughs- I'm not the best example EVER, but just... An example. You see me being all chaotic and creative and all screeching and yelling and being friendly. But am I like that in real life? Questionable. I find that it's very natural to have an online persona, where you kinda roleplay as a different person. Sometimes, we all show the real us on the internet, where you can hide behind a fake persona to be the real you.

As you have said, you made some rather good friends, and you even realized the patterns of the vulnerable girls and you raised their awareness. I know you really felt upset because you didn't want them to be taken advantage of, and you spent your time helping them.

"A woman's biggest enemy was a woman." This statement hit me real hard. A lot of times, a woman's greatest ally is a woman, but also, they can turn real dangerous. I once read a post somewhere on the internet, where they made a comparison: "If two guys see each other wearing the same outfit, they'll bump fists and be all happy. But if two girls see each other wearing the same outfit, they'll be sour and compare who wears them better." There's a weird competitiveness in women that I've noticed, and it probably is due to a lot of insecurities in them that they need to work on. Myself included.

So. Back to your question. Was what you did wrong? It all will depend on your perspective. Personally, in my own alignment, you did not take advantage of the vulnerable, you did not lead anyone on, and most of all, as they have said "thank you for coming into our life and making us feeling confident in ourselves". Isn't this good enough of an affirmation? That you're genuinely the light they needed during those times of their lives?

Once again, thank you for sliding into my inbox and sharing this with me. This is really a wonderful and interesting read in my day. Thank you.

[ancient-namess]

Huntlow👀

OOOO this is gonna be fun..... despite my love for toh ive never rlly considered huntlow as a ship. thank u for the ask !!

who is more likely to hurt the other?

hunter is a fool (affectionate) w/ no social skills so there is NO way he has not unintentionally fucked up and had to spend the next 24 hours making it up to willow

who is emotionally stronger?

hunter would like to think it's him. it is not

who is physically stronger?

i'd say willow. hunter's got training and experience but willow's got her Cool Plant Magic behind her as well

who is more likely to break a bone?

they have both broken several bones over their lives and i will not accept any other answer

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

id say they both know each other well enough to know What buttons to push - it's just a matter of If and When

who is more likely to apologise first after an argument?

hunter swears he's never going to speak to willow again and then 20 minutes later he's writing a shitty text apology begging for her forgiveness

who treats who's wounds more often?

they are both chaos children who exasperatedly look after each other

who is in constant need of comfort?

hunter: i am a well adjusted individual. i was raised in the emperor's coven, for titan's sake! also hunter: today i told willow a joke and she only laughed for approximately two and a half seconds. i think she wants to break up with me gus, who has been listening to him cry for 15 minutes straight: yeah man. you better up your joke game

who gets more jealous?

idk if Jealous is the right word but hunter definitely strikes me as the type to be self-conscious abt his worth

who's more likely to walk out on the other?

we have seen on multiple occasions that hunter's response to Conflict is to Dip. HOWEVER i'd argue that w/ people he trusts (e.g. willow and the rest of the hexsquad) he'd be more willing to try and stick a hard situation through honestly

who will propose?

hot take: marriage is just One of Those Things hunter has never heard of being a ward of the local cult. willow proposes and he's like "haha cool. i dont know what this means"

who has the most difficult parents?

..... gestures at belos

who initiates hand-holding when they're out in public?

hm. we have seen that hunter has a Thing going on with his hands however we have not been given lore on WHY. therefore i propose: bumping shoulders. it seems like their vibe alternatively: willow would initiate handholding but always w/ the understanding that hunter could refuse

who comes up for the other all the time?

they are texting each other 24/7 idk what to tell you

who hogs the blankets?

theyre sitting on the couch watching a movie and willow is swaddled in like 3 different blankets and hunter is lowkey freezing but he refuses to steal even one because 1) he is Tough. and 2) willow looks so content <3

who gets more sad?

hmmm.... depends on the context. when willow is upset her emotions have always been rlly strong however i think all things considered she has a pretty good hold on them. she's also consciously trying to be positive through each day - on the other hand, hunter has been the Lord of Pessimism for years however bc of that being Sad has just become a Normal thing for him.

who is better at cheering the other up?

they're both good at it just in different ways. willow is good at offering genuine comfort and advice. hunter manages to comfort her because his attempt at comfort is just so laughably bad that it takes away from the pain

who's the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

replace "silly jokes" with "fucked up fact / history presented as though it is normal" and willow is regularly reminding hunter that "hey being left at the top of a mountain isnt actually a healthy childhood experience"

who is more streetwise?

i think they're both streetwise in their own ways - hunter's been Trained in survival situations and other fucked up things in the emperor's coven. he knows how to look after himself after he escapes the coven. willow however - she didnt grow up with those experiences but she HAS been through a lot in her own right and she knows how to handle herself.

who is more wise?

willow 100%. she has common sense. hunter does not

who's the shyest?

hunter Thinks he's confident but when it comes to Emotions and Sappy Things (trademark) he is Not

who boasts about the other more?

hunter thinks his gf is the coolest witch alive

who sits on who's lap?

picture this: hunter laying w/ his head on willow's lap gazing up at her adoringly while she talks abt her latest class

[saewokhrisz]

ALSO!! BIRDIES 👀

HERE WE GOO

who is more likely to hurt the other?

aloy has the erm..tendency to be harsh without thinking about the consequences of the words she says

who is emotionally stronger?

id say pretty evenly matched, However id have to say talanah is a bit more resilient, (this is a surprise even to me now that i thought about it a bit more)

who is physically stronger?

my sweet beefy daughter, aloy

who is more likely to break a bone?

sigh....aloy.....everyone act surprised quick !!!!

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

theyre even and thank god theyre friends and not against one another cuz if they were theyd make eachother cry under 40 seconds

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument?

i dont see them arguing all the often, but when they do ,,,oh god,,,but regardless my answer is aloy, but that doesnt mean talanah wont admit when she's in the wrong in an arguement (after they cooled down cuz lord knows these two will burn the world down with how heated their arguement would get if its serious)

who treats who’s wounds more often?

ms khane padish is aloys resident medic atp...que intensely gay wound patching and a "kiss it better" move

who is in constant need of comfort?

aloy, but she wont admit to it, however talanah doesnt need to do much for her walls to come down

who gets more jealous?

Talanah Khane Padish.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

hold on let me just ...[pulls out the first pages of the sunhawk comic]

who will propose?

talanah will plan a Perfect Moment to propose only for aloy to blurt it out in a nerve-ridden moment of flusterdness

who has the most difficult parents?

next question.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

lanah :] who comes up for the other all the time?

they cannot escape hearing about eachother, not like they mind, theyre proud of their wives !!! (except when some fucking asshole carja talks shit abt talanah, hands are gonna FLY)

who hogs the blankets?

talanah !!

who gets more sad?

OOF i think neither get outright Sad? but they evenly go into waves of melancholy

who is better at cheering the other up?

theyre phenomenal joksters both and great at comforting someone, however while lanah does it with intention and skill, aloy just kinda finds her way around making the other cheer up a little

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

insert "youre still my favourite thrush" clip from the begining of burning blooms, ill let that answer this question for me (its talanah)

who is more streetwise?

*street* street wise, talanah , but wilderness street wise? aloy

who is more wise?

.....depends?????? in some situations id say talanah but ive been questioning this stance

who’s the shyest?

loysie;;

who boasts about the other more?

talanah: so my WIFE, slayer of redmaw-

who sits on who’s lap?

talanah has big cat energy and she loves sitting in aloys lap..and aloy loves it (esp being able to hug her from behind ueueueu)

[drakenology]

My Other Half. - Bokuto Kōtarō

warnings: smut, soft, passionate love making, fluff, angst?, best friends to lovers, maaaybe overstim?, praise, fem!reader, cunnilingus (a fancy word for pussy eating). just bokuto going all out to make you feel good.

Summary: Two childhood friends reunite after years of being separated to find old memories and new feelings of love.

Author’s Note: this is my first ever like fluffy piece. all my other work I feel has just been raunchy and I wanted to show yall my soft side. enjoy! <3

Bokuto Kotoro. A name you knew well. A name you knew since you were both kids playing in dirt together, running around and screaming without a care in the world. Two peas in a pod; like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. It was a sad day when he moved away. Your only friend packed up and left for Tokyo, tears in his eyes as he sat in the backseat of his parents’ car. He waved goodbye through the glass window as the car drove away, a trail of his tears seeming to follow the car as it went. That was the last time you saw him.

When you turned twenty one, your birthday present was a small house in Japan. Some place rural and quiet to do your writing, a small creek flowing in your back yard. You packed up and left home, kissing your mother and father goodbye as you walked out the door. Maybe you’ll run into Bokuto? Hell, he probably won’t even recognize you. It’s been years after all.

You still hoped some how some way fate would bring you together again. You missed him like crazy. His laugh, his stupid jokes. That sparkle in his eyes when he saw you at school. The bear hugs he used to give when you scraped your knee playing with him at the park. It was crazy to assume he’d be waiting for you in Tokyo as if you were the only girl he’d ever meet or care to talk to.

He’s grown now, just about a year older than you. He could have a significant other by now. Your heart ached at the thought. Even though it was selfish to call dibs on a childhood crush who hasn’t seen you in over 10 years, you still hoped; prayed that he was waiting for you or at least remembered you.

When you arrive in your new home and settle in you decide to take the town. Surely you can make some friends, maybe even meet a guy while you’re out? You don’t bother to get all gussied up, walking outside your front door and walking to the nearest bar you can drink your inhibitions away in. The bar you found was small and smelled a bit like sweaty athletes and sake.

The atmosphere was lively despite the off putting smell, everyone was laughing and chatting aloud. The sounds of glasses clinking in celebration and jovial cheering filled the space. You smile softly at the sight of everyone having a great time and find a spot in a nice booth by the window.

The guys behind you must be where the sweaty smell was coming from, their clammering laughter pounding at your head. You try ignoring it until you hear a different yet familiar voice; boisterous and proud like a boy you once knew.

“Yo, Akaashi! Pass the ketchup man, I’m hungry!” He whined childishly, same as always. You turn around swiftly to see if the face matched the voice. Surely enough there he was sitting there, tall as a tree even when sitting in his seat.

God he got so handsome, his face definitely grew into his looks. Bokuto wasn’t a little boy anymore for sure. You stammer, looking between Bokuto and his messy haired friend sitting next to him and a few others. You go to say something only for your own anxiety to stop you, your heart fluttering in your chest in a new way you haven’t felt before.

Finally Bokuto’s eyes meet yours and you both sit there for a while just staring, as if each of you couldn’t believe you were seeing each other again after all this time in forever. Bokuto’s face crept into a smile; a familiar smile that melted your heart.

“Y/n-chan? Tell me you’re joking! I can’t believe it’s you!” Bokuto shouts over everyone’s conversation, leaping from his seat and running towards your booth. You’re still stuck there turned around looking like an owl gawking at the table behind you to realize what’s going on.

Bokuto practically lifts you from your seat and wraps you in one of his famous bear hugs, the ones that made you cry into his chest. As tradition called, you start sobbing into his shirt. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him in tight almost to tell him not to let you go ever again.

“Hey hey hey.. why are you crying? Shit you’re gonna make me cry. Stop it.” Bokuto says into your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into your back with his big hand.

“I-I’m sorry I just.. it’s been so long.” You admit, sniffling as he pulled away to wipe your face. You can’t help but get emotional at the sight of him.

“Geez, Y/N if you missed me just say that.” Bokuto teased, erupting into furious laughter at your flustered face.

“Oh shut up Bokuto!” You squeak, punching him in his side like the old days. Your usual banter made you two look at each other and laugh as if you two were the only ones in the bar, his friends staring at the the two of you as if you were insane.

“Uh Bokuto.. who is this woman?” The messy haired friend asked, looking about the most confused out of everyone.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry guys. This is Y/N Y/L/N. Other than Akaashi, she’s one my closest friends. Our moms were close so we were raised kinda like siblings.” Bokuto explained, nudging you to say hello.

You wave and introduce yourself, the everyone ooing and ahhing at you. Not to toot your horn but you were gorgeous. Even Bokuto couldn’t take his eyes off you.

He was thinking of how well you grew up, so stunning and so you. Bokuto remembers the little scar you had just above your eyebrow from tripping over and rock and smiles when he sees it, almost wanting to reach out and poke it like when he did when he was 10. He wonders if you remember that day.

You were playing pretend by the trees in the park, you were good and he was evil. You were chasing him and you tripped and fell, causing the evil doer act to shed away to make sure you were alright. You both made up a crazy story about your scar to your mother; which she never believed. Good times.

The rest of the night was spent catching up and talking like he wasn’t even with others originally. Everyone else eventually had gone home, Akaashi the last to go. He waved goodbye to you and Bokuto and drove home, you and Bokuto still sitting at the bar basking in each other’s company.

“Wow! So your parents got you a place here so you can work? Nice. And you live nearby too. So I can come and visit you and- sorry I’m rambling.” Bokuto says sheepishly, running his hands along the nape of his neck. You giggle, taking a sip of your drink.

“No no, you’re fine Bokuto. Of course you can visit. My house is your house.” You smile, Bokuto’s cheeks heating up as he blushed. You check the time and notice it was far too late and stand from your seat.

“It’s late, Kō, we should call it a night.” You say, grabbing your things. Bokuto smiles and stands up with a stretch of his limbs; relishing in his old nickname.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

You two talk and talk all the way home, years of catching up to do feeling long over due. When you get to your home you almost feel sad that you’re about to depart from each other. It felt like you weren’t going to see him again. Bokuto pulls you into a hug, spinning you around a little. He laughs when you squeal and yell at him to put you down.

“Hey. I’ll come by tomorrow night so we can watch movies.” He declares, standing you on your feet.

“Hah. How do you know I won’t have plans, hm?” You teased, poking Bokuto’s forehead. It was a lot easier when you were younger since he was shorter than you back then. Boy sprouted like a palm tree.

“You just moved here. Besides. You know I’m your favorite.” Bokuto smirks, taking your hand and spinning you. You giggle and punch his shoulder lightly.

“As if, Kō. See ya tomorrow.”

A month goes by swiftly. Bokuto had been over to your house more often than you thought he’d be. You loved the time you spent together just goofing off and being big kids.

Your schedules worked perfectly together, his volleyball is usually done by the evening and your work is over just after him. Bokuto would pick you up from work with fast food waiting in the car for you both to eat together. Today was no different, the smell of fries greeting your hungry nose as you climb inside his car.

“Yo! How was your day, nerd?” Bokuto asks, fisting his fries into his mouth as you dig for yours.

“It was okay. I’m starving though.” You say, stuffing your face with your food.

You both sit in the car and eat for a while, Bokuto’s phone breaking your shared silence. You look down at where it rested in the cup holder and read the caller id. It was a girl. Bokuto answers the phone, sounding as if he didn’t want her to call him right at this moment.

“I’ll call you back. Bye.” He said, hanging up his phone and sitting it back in the cup holder. You couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, your heart sinking as your head makes up several sceanarios about who she was, what she meant to him.

You eat in silence, answering Bokuto’s yammering with no ambition. Bokuto’s so dumb he doesn’t even notice the difference in attitude as the call wasn’t as scandalous as you seemed. It was just some girl who was trying to get with Akaashi but was too afraid to say anything herself so she had asked Bokuto to set them up.

“My place or yours today?” He asked, sing songy and happy.

“Mine.” You say monotonously. Bokuto looks over at you and sees you’re not even facing him, your face stuck to the window as he drove off.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I smell?” Bokuto said, playfully smelling his armpits. You shake your head and insist it’s nothing and that you’ll get over it. But it wasn’t nothing, and you were pretty certain you weren’t going to get over it. Was that his girlfriend? Some random hook up looking for another round? It made you sick to your stomach thinking about it. You got out of the car when Bokuto parked, walking to your front door to unlock it as Bokuto followed behind you.

“I pick the movie out this time. I’ll be damned if you pick another chick flick out.” Bokuto says plopping on your couch and turning on the tv, making himself at home.

You sigh and walk into your room to change into something more comfortable, rolling your eyes as you hear Kōtarō yell about the movie starting. You walk out in shorts and a tank top since it was pretty hot inside and sit next to him, folding your arms.

Bokuto’s eating his snacks and talking through the whole movie since he’s seen it before. He always picks a movie he’s seen before so he can tell you the whole plot, forgetting that you could just watch the movie for that. You half laugh and sigh at all his mannerisms, your guard completely blocking him out from getting any closer to you.

“Is something wrong, Y/N? Seriously you’re being a little stand offish.” Bokuto says, a serious tone taking place. You scoffed, rolling your eyes to hide that you’re obviously upset by something.

“Nothing.” You snide.

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me. Somethin’s wrong. Don’t make me start guessing.” Bokuto says. You sigh.

“It’s so stupid.” You admit.

“How you feel isn’t stupid. Tell me what’s up.” He persisted, pausing the movie.

“I just- well.. I-How do I say this? I’m.. jealous?” You finally admit. Bokuto raises an eyebrow.

“Jealous? About what?”

“Well. I saw a girl call you and I-I just assumed it was your girlfriend so..”

“Wait what? I don’t have a girlfriend. And besides why would you care?” Bokuto further questions, his face nearing yours with a perplexed look on his face. You flush, turning your face away from his.

“I-I don’t know I just-“

“You’re in love with me, aren’t you Y/N?” Bokuto smirks, turning your head to face him with your chin. You blink up at him, embarrassed and flustered.

“I-um-I...” You stutter. You loved the idiot sitting next to you with all your heart. But to say it was a different story.

“Because I love you too. So say it back.” Bokuto declares. You freeze for a moment, almost unsure you heard what you just heard.

“R-Really?”

“I love you, Y/N. The moment I saw you again felt like...fate. It was like everything made sense again. I never realized how much tou meant to me until I left that day. You’re my other half.” He says to you so sweetly, his words stirring up emotions inside you that were aching to be let out. Your eyes sting as you choke back tears, clutching onto Bokuto’s hands.

“Kōtarō... I-I love you too. All those years felt so empty without you. And God I just wanted to kiss you that day at the bar and I-“

Bokuto stops you midsentence to pull his face into yours and kiss you hard, your heads bumping into each other a bit from the sudden movement. Passion flowed through the kiss, your mouths exploring each others for the very first time. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as you go to straddle him.

Bokuto welcomes you onto his lap with ready hands, palms feeling every curve and divot of your body. Your need for each other grew with each kiss, mindlessly grinding against each other to feel closer. Every touch of his big hands made you feel alive, setting your body on fire. Bokuto starts to whine softly, his pants growing a tad bit tight at all the raw kissing. He pulled away, lips swollen and breathing uneven.

“I want you so badly. Can I-“ Bokuto goes to ask for consent, his nervousness making him struggle to find the words he’s looking for.

You shut him up with another kiss, already knowing what he wants to say as he lifts you up and carries you away. Starting in the kitchen he sits you on the counter as he takes off your top, your bare breasts popping out when the garment flies over your head and onto the floor. He’s never seen such gorgeous breasts before, he swore. Seeing you this way only made him long for you more, standing there dumb founded at the sight of your chest.

“W-Wow.” Bokuto gasps, taking both your breasts into his hands and oogling at them with love in his eyes. “So perfect.”

He takes one into his warm mouth, your body arching at the feeling and letting out a small whine. Music to his ears.

“Kō..” you sigh, closing your eyes as he suckled on your nipples.

His tongue slid over each hardened bud and looked up at you, studying your body language to learn it well. Without a word he slides off your shorts and pick you up again, hoisting you away to your bedroom after asking where it is.

Frantic kisses and breathless moans trail down the hall with a reach of the doorknob. You’re laid carefully onto the bed, Bokuto crawling on top of you without daring to pull his lips from yours just yet.

He could kiss you for hours. He could die right now and be completely content all because of this moment. Bokuto takes his hands and slides them down to the waist band of your panties, tugging them down to reveal your dripping core.

Bokuto teased his fingers along your slick folds, savoring the feeling of your wetness on his skin.

You let out the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard, urging him to draw more music from your lips. He crawls downwards towards your pussy, laying on his stomach and pulling your hips forward.

You gasp at the sudden feeling of his tongue parting your folds, mewling as you arch your back. His tongue worked its magic on you, sliding up to your clit to pay special attention to it. Breathless calls of his name fill the air, your hands grabbing fist fulls of the sheets as he fucked you with his tongue.

Your eyes roll back with every swipe of his tongue, relishing in the toe curling pleasure he gave you. That familiar knot started forming in the pit of your stomach, your moans increasing in volume as you near your orgasm. Bokuto must have sensed this and wrapped his plush lips around your throbbing clit, prodding his fingers at your weeping hole to fill you.

“Kō! I-I’m gonna cum!” You whine, your hands finding home in his hair and tugging lightly. Bokuto responded with a groan against your clit and a hook in his fingers, causing you to boil over without hesitation. Your thighs shake around his head, one hand covering your mouth to spare your neighbors the noise. Bokuto comes back up to kiss you, your slick coating his lips and chin. You taste your sweetness and kiss him with tongue, both of you sighing into each other.

“Wanna... be inside you.” Bokuto says breathlessly into the kiss, his dick aching to be let out of his pants.

You pull away and unbutton his jeans, Bokuto kicking them off onto the floor and pulling down his boxers. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of his dick, its sheer size enough to make you salivate. The way it swung a little when he took off his boxers, the prominent veins running along the shaft, its head blushing and leaking with precum. Bokuto had a gorgeous dick. You almost wanted to put it in your mouth but the heat of the moment called for a different hole to be filled.

Bokuto prods himself at your entrance and slowly slides inside you, inhaling sharply at the contact. You gasp at the dull stretch, feeling so full as you mewl uncontrollably. His hips roll slowly, thrusting deep inside your gummy walls as he rested his forehead onto yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, nails digging into the skin of his back as he picked up the pace.

“You feel so good, baby.” He spoke, kissing you gently to soothe you. You can feel him so deeply it almost brought a tear to your eye, his plunging movements sending your mind into a stupor.

He mummbled sweet praise against your neck, kissing the soft skin as he took you. A part of him wanted to go harder; really ruin that sweet face of yours and turn you into a lewd mess, but you mean more than that to him. This moment is nothing but pure love between two people who have known each other all their lives. You shriek as his hips start slamming into yours, back arching off the bed as your nipples pebbled against his chest.

“I-I love you, Bokuto.” You whine. Your eyes flash white, your vision becoming foggy as the mind boggling pleasure ripples through your body. You chant his name like a mantra, Bokuto mumbling how much he loves you as his hips do more of the talking. You feel him throb inside you, it becoming obvious he’s holding back so you can cum first. He’s rubbing circles into your clit as he pins your legs above your head. It all became so much so fast, your mewls spewing from your lips no longer caring who hears what.

“Let go for me, baby. C’mon..” He hums, nibbling on your neck. You scream, your tight cunny clenching down on his length as you cum for a second time that night. Bokuto rides out your orgasm, watching your body shake and shiver at the feeling of him sliding in and out of your weeping hole.

Bokuto doesn’t have time to think of where to cum, your walks sucking him in so well he loses all sense of control. He cums hot inside you, your pussy milking him for everything he had as he pants into your neck. You both stay in position for a while, looking at each other with love sick eyes. Bokuto rests himself on top of you, still nuzzled inside you as his cum leaks onto the sheets. You’re both out of breath, sitting in the high you both came to as you rub lazy circles into his back.

Nothing but pure love circulated the air as you rest together in bed, naked and vulnerable. You don’t say anything but soft I love yous to each other, gentle kisses on each others lips as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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My happy ending(SBI x Sibling!Reader)

Pairing: Platonic!SBI x Sibling!reader(C!Techno,C!Philza,C!Tommy,C!Wilbur)

Prompt:”Til death do us part” “even in the end, i was never alone”

A/N: I hope you enjoy. my requests are open! 

It was always us five, Our parental figure Philza,  Wilbur and Techno, Tommy and I.

“Til death do us part” I giggled, The family i had always known, Scattered out around me in the feild we had all just been running around, chasing each other, in. “Do you even know what that means, (Y/N)?” my brother Wilbur asked, chuckling. i sat up and looked over at him, “ i think so” i replied. “ dont people say it when they want to stay together forever?”. Wilbur sat up and looked over at me, Our other family members snickering as wilbur spoke. “your close enough” he replied. Slowly, i layed my head back down on my fathers chest, letting out a small sigh. “i wish we could stay like this forever..”

several years later, Two of my brothers began their own country, and along with that country came a war. the war was stressful, yet, when it finnally ended, the seeds of that new country grew into a safe place for all. With a final goodbye to my father and brother techno, i left to live in l’manburg. 

“Wilbur! Tommy!” i exclaimed, dropping my bags at the entrance gate as i ran up to the two,hugging the two by the neck. “(Y/N)” the both laughed, hugging me back. letting the two go i looked up at them. “ ive come to live here with you guys” i exclaimed, giving the two small jazz hands. the two looked at eachother the burst out laughing, “ im so grateful you are” tommy began, grabbing me by the arm, tugging me along “im going to give you a tour”. letting out a chuckle, wilbur grabbed my bag and began to follow us.

Its been about a year, i grew close to my fellow citizens and even began to organize wilbur’s, documents when i had the spare time. I was so sure that wilbur would when the elections came up. When he was beat by 1% by a newcomer, jshlatt, I almost began crying. I did start crying when shlatts first decree was exiling my brothers. I was terrified when shlatt called me up to the stand and asked me to become his secretary, I was so sure i would share my brothers fate if i refused. The whole country was silent as they waited for my answer. Without a choice i accepted.

i sat in my house as i played my piano for niki and jack, two of my closest friends. A loud sharp knock was heard from my door and before either could answer the door for me, Shlatt and his little gang entered my home. “Where have you been (Y/N)?” Shlatt asked. Without stopping i responded “ i have no work today so i was spending time with my closest friends”. I continued to play the piano as shlatt and his lackies looked between each other, clearly uncomfortable with how i responded. “ I never said you had the day off” shlatt barked, he was trying to be intimidating as he threatened “ if you don’t ill have you executed”. I paused, turning my head around, to look him in the eyes as i responded. “ Id like to see you try, Big brother techno wouldn”t be to pleased with you”. my face turned into a tight malicious smile as i turned around and played the last few chords of the song i had been playing. Another knock sounded at my door, “ and that should be him right now” i stood up, dusting my skirt off as i walked to my front door, brushing past Quackity. “ Dad! Techno!” i exclaimed giving both a warm hug as i brought them into my house,walking straight past Shlatt, george and Quackity. My father and older brother sat down on the sofas with Niki and Jack while i took my position back at the piano. Looking back at the trio in my doorway, i gave another smile “ will you be joining us boys?” i asked cocking my head to the side. The trio sputtered out their seperate reasons not to and quickly left my house. the atmosphere quickly returning to the cheerful one from moments before.

After that incident, and two days ‘til the festival, Shlatt would try his hardest to fuck up my work, To get me to snap at him once more so he would have a reason to execute me.  I would never let him get that satisfaction though. 

It was the day of the festival, Everything was set up and perfect, or so i thought.  

“ Tubbo, (Y/N). Come on up here would you two?”. he laughed. a knot formed in my stomach as tubbo and i made our way up to where shlatt stood. “Do you two know what we do to traitors” he asked, looking between the two of us the gesturing something to his vice presidents. Before we could move, we were incased in cobblestone. “ what the fuck shatt” i snarled, my surpressed rage finnally bubbling over. The bastard looked over at the crowd, And with a malicious smile he said “We kill them”. i swore and shouted at him as he had my own brother come up from the crowd to do the executing. Techno looked at me with sad eyes, trying to obviously convince himself to. “Its alright Tech, Just remember i love you all” My face in a weary smile as he finally shot. 

i never thought that would be when i would lose my final cannon life. I floated in the warm darkness, reminicing on everything my family did up to that point. i gave myself a wistful smile as i thought “Even in the end,i wasnt alone. I had a family who loved me and some of the best friends you could ever ask for” And when my brother wilbur joined me in that inky darkness we chose to return to the land of the living, For his unfinished symphony and for my final happy ending.