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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Hii, I have literally spent all day reading your darling fics. I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING! I was wondering if you were comfortable, if you could do Aleks and reader as parents with a little boy who could summon shadows too. Just something soft with a proud and protective Aleksander. If you aren't comfortable with that then I am soooo sorry for asking and making you uncomfortable. Again I really love your writing!

My boy - The Darkling x Reader

Thank you!!!! 💓💓💓 I hope you like this. It may be written very badly, but it got me out of my writers block so count your blessings lmao 😂 very fluffy btw 🥰

'Again Papa again!' the little boy was fascinated, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the newfound trick he had just seen his father procure. Little Mikhail had seen his papa summon shadows many times, often trying to catch onto the smooth black tendrils, but never like this. Aleksander on the other hand, stood still, the shock and endearment freezing his actions. What in Saint's name was that I did not do that- his head was running at a million thoughts per second.

The child however was insistent and quickly growing frustrated, his little fingers grasping onto Aleksander's hands in plea. 'Papa!! please!!'

Ever since the boy graced the earth, questions surrounding his power were constant. Although he was a Morozova, the only family line which could possess shadows, you were a Sun-Summoner of not one but two Morozova amplifiers, quite possibly the most powerful Grisha in all of history. Aleksander always thought his lineage would be overpowered by you and your Grisha nature, but he never really cared. To add to it, even though Aleksander was a living amplifier, he could never access his child's power, at once even settling that he was an otkazat'sya. But this. Oh my. This charming little boy was a shadow-summoner.

'Mikki let's bring you to mommy'

Aleksander scooped up the small child in his arms and raced to your office, practically sprinting through the gardens. The boy was not having it, writhing and thrashing in his father's arms, still throwing a tantrum about what he'd just seen. If Aleksander was right, Mikhail had just summoned for the very first time at the age of 4 and didn't realize he did it, and not his papa. He truly was a sight to behold, still dressed in his intimidating black kefta with a screaming child in his hands, running through the Little Palace like a mad man. He yanked open your door, shouting your name.

'Y/N!'

You had told Aleksander to take Mikhail while you tended to your mounds of paperwork, even the famous Sankta Y/N had tedious tasks. It had been piling up for days now and the constant distractions did nothing to aid you.

With your head stuck into reading a proposed trade agreement with the Zemini about jurda, your head snapped up to the sound of an opening door, the panic in Aleksander's voice and Mikhail's shrewd cries activating your fight or flight, automatically making dread fill your guts. Mikhail. You didn't hesitate in whipping out of your seat and inspecting the scene in the foyer.

'What is it? Why is he cryi-' You reached for your boy, his whimpers dying out as his hands grabbed for you. Aleksander's hand stopped you.

'Guess what?' a small smile made its way to his face. What is he smiling about when his child was crying? You stayed silent, simply letting your eyes check for any sign of injury to your son, nothing.

'What?' you were confused. You could faintly make out a slight sheen to Aleksander's eyes, was he crying?

'He summoned'

Your eyes grew as wide as saucers. My son is a Grisha. You too had been worried that he was an otkazat'sya. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

You had been anticipating him to show his small-science earlier, plainly due to you and Aleksander's pure power and also down to being constantly surrounded by Grisha. But now you understood that didn't matter, everybody is different, even the son of the two most powerful Grisha to ever live. But wait, what did he summon.

You looked at him and then back to your dear husband who now had a tiny tear trailing its way down his cheek.

'I'm assuming I have two shadow-summoners to take care of now?'

You reflected his smile and hugged your boy closely. Aleksander's arms embraced the two of you in a tight embrace.

'That's my boy. Right, Mikki?'

He looked to his son, the same onyx eyes looking back into his. The boy nodded absentmindedly, more focused on your black kefta button than to the emotional fiasco going on around him.

'Mikki?'

'Yes Mama'

'Do you want to show me your trick?'

'What trick?'

Aleksander took him from your arms and settled him on the ground, kneeling by his side. He took his small hands into his own and felt for that taste of power he looked for as a human amplifier. As if on queue, the room started to envelop in complete darkness, small shoots of pillowy black crawling over the books on the bookshelves, shutting out any light from the outside.

You conjured up a small orb in your hand and shot it forward to where Mikki was, suddenly remembering he was scared of the dark but the minute it settled to hover over his head, a shadow pierced through it, sending a trickle of star-like rain over the room.

Aleksander gently disconnected his hands from Mikhail's, who surprisingly enough showed no sign of fear. You stared at him in awe, your little four-year-old, who cried when you stepped on a flower, had immense power, just like his father.

'That's my boy' Aleksander whispered as he approached you. You stood on your toes to reach up and kiss him passionately.

'That is your boy' You smiled against his lips. His hands came to settle over your stomach, a minuscule bump, not visible to the naked eye.

'Maybe this one will be yours' He laughed and in his head, counted the blessings you had given him, quickly realizing it was a never-ending list.

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thedramaclubs · 3 years

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Tonight belongs to you

Summery: it’s prom night and the group is going to have the night of there lives

Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, demus/dukeceit

When they’re singing

Patton- blue

Remus-green

Duet- orange

Kaylee- black

Ms Greene- pink

All-purple

It’s prom night. Remus is at Patton’s helping him pick out a suit. “You better hurry up in there or your gonna me my drag alter ego....Eugene lee yang from the try guys.” Patton came out wearing a light blue tux.

“What do you think?”

“Well it’s better than the pink. But you got fuzz on your shoulders. You’ve got great shoulders”

“This isn’t working” Remus clean off the fuzz

“Don’t panic...does this help?”

I don’t know?....What did you wear to your prom?” Remus got quiet “Well I was gonna wear a dark green dress with sparkles everywhere. But this isn’t about me this is about you. Your gonna have the night of your life.” Remus walked back to get a view of the tux.

“Hey what’s your date wearing?”

“I don’t know.” Remus’s face change to confusion. “He didn’t give you a little fashion show?”

“I’ve never been to his house. His mother doesn’t know about us.” Patton felt anxious

“How long have you been together?”

“A year an a half.”

“Oh my god....”

“But he’s coming out tonight big time that’s the plan.......I’m really scared”

“Why?”

“Well for so many reasons but mainly because.......half of the people their still hate me.” The room got quiet. Remus put out his hand for Patton and they sat on Patton’s bed.

“Look I never went to my prom.” Remus started to tear up. Patton gave him a hug and a single tear fell from his face. “Looks like your mystery boyfriend and I never had your courage. You made all of this happened and when you walked into that gym tonight, you know what their gonna see.....the bravest person in the world.”

Patton gave a small smile and a nervous giggle “This is scary does everyone go through this?”

“Are you kidding of course. Right now girls are spraying on their tans, whitening their teeth and shoving their fingers down their throats one last time and trying to look their best for the prom. But they are wasting their time. They might as well be wearing a garbage bag........with the word “whore” on it and you know why.........because.......they’re whores.”

Patton was shocked “WHAT?!”

Remus then regretted that last statement

“No my god they don’t have the glow you have right now”

“I trust you completely and that’s kinda scary”

I can tell your feeling wary but you can count on uncle reemy he turn this butchy duck into a swan

Your whole look could use a shake up you can borrow all my make up and the pair of SPANX I currently have on

I think I’ll past

Treat the whole world like your run way make it fierce but in a fun way try to flip your hair like Cher and drag queens do

And I don’t mean to be rude dear but you could use some attitude dear

Let’s show the school tonight belongs to you

One things universal, life no dress rehearsal, so why not makes some waves before it’s through

Go big or you’ve blown it, it’s time that you own it let’s make it clear that tonight belongs to you

Now whatever we choose we gotta make sure to sell it

How do I do that?

Allow Ms Allen to demonstrate

You might find this disconcerting but old Remus has done some flirting

Try to bat your eyes and smile each time you grin

I can guess your whole agenda

You be Elphie I’m Galinda

It’s makeover time so why not just give in

Cmon!!

One things universal

Life’s no dress rehearsal

So why not make some waves before it’s through

Go big or you’ve blown it

It’s time that I own it (yes sir!)

Let’s make it clear that tonight belongs to you

What?

Belongs to me

Kaylee and Shelby are at Kaylees house

“Oh god I can’t believe this is finally happening” Said Kaylee

“He almost ruined it for all of us” Said Shelby

“Well what goes around comes around. You look hot”

“You look so hot”

Well I hate to sound conceited but the boys get over heated when I strike a pose or or two like thus *they do poses here*

And you have to hand it to me I mean even I would do me

Let’s show the world tonight belongs to us

One things universal, life no dress rehearsal excuse me while I state the obvious

go big or you’ve blown it

It’s time that we own it lets make it clear that tonight belongs to us

Logan finished getting dress. He was in a black tux with a dark blue tie with his hair pulled back with gel.

“You look so handsome. You should always wear your hair like this.”

Logan took a deep breath. “Mom I want you to know what’s gonna happen tonight I-”

“Shh can we not spoil this moment. I’ve worked very hard on this night. I have a right to enjoy it too. Your gonna have a wonderful prom like a normal boy I made sure of that”

“What does that mean?”

I don’t like when strangers in my way or when somebody messes with the PTA

Or maybe that’s just me trust me

Fixes little problems is what I do now everyone is happy I promise you

And I would never ever miss a night like this Logan your my super Star now get your ass in the car

The Prom has begun. Every is dancing and having the night of their lives. Everyone has worked so hard for this night music blasting, streamers and confetti flying and everyone haveing the night of their lives.

One things universal life’s no dress rehearsal excuse me while I state the obvious

Go big or you’ve blown it

It’s time that we own it

And make it clear that tonight belongs to

Make it clear that tonight belongs to

Make it clear that tonight belongs

TO US!!!

Patton and the actors are at the gym door about to go inside we’re the rest of the kids are.

“You look so handsome” Said Roman

“Are you sure it’s not to boyish?”

“No it’s definitely boyish.” Said Janus as he held a little box.

“He means it’s not to boyish. My husband likes to mess with people time to time but that’s what I love about him.” Janus blushed at what Remus Said. “You did good Remus. I thought you had no fashion sense whatsoever but I was wrong.”

“Thanks Roman. Where’s your date?”

“We’re meeting inside the gym. He’s still a little shy about all this but he’ll be there.”

“Well this is were we leave you our work here is done.” Remus got the box from Janus and inside was a boutonniere. He pinned it on Patton’s tux and they started to walk away.

“Can you walk me in Remus? I’m a little nervous.”

Remus gave a small smile “of course.” The two of them squealed and walked in the gym

“We did good you guys. Now who’s wants a drink?” Roman, Janus, Thomas and Joan walked out.

The moment Remus and Patton walked in the gym.........they were in shocked. The gym was empty. Their was no one there except for Virgil on the phone and some balloons and streamers.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m just putting the pieces together give me one second.” Virgil went back on the the phone and Remus kept looking around the sad and empty gym.

“Where is everybody?”

“What’s going on here?” Once Remus said that Roman, Janus, Thomas and Joan came in.

“Something’s wrong. The entire parking lot is empty!” Roman looked around

“Jesus what’s the theme of the prom death row!” Said Joan

Patton’s voice started to shake “Mr Hawkins. Where are all the kids? I don’t understand?”

Logan and his mom were at the real prom and Logan was concerned

“I don’t understand. Why aren’t we at the gym?”

His mom provided and explainantion “Well at last minute their was a problem and we had to change the venue.” “Mom what’s going on tell me the truth.”

Gym

“This is what happened as I understand it the courts told the pta to hold and inclusive prom.”

Prom

“Don’t worry we did what we had to do”

Gym

“There was some resistance but the parents met without my knowledge and organized 2 proms”

Prom

“We gave him a prom”

Gym

“One for all the kids at elk lodge down town”

At both places

“Oh my god” Said Patton and Logan

Gym

And THIS prom.....JUST for you!”

Prom

“Now you go have fun! I will be here to make sure everything is perfect”

Gym

Patton’s voice was shaking “Wait no I got texts from kids at school everyone said it was here!”

“They lied to you it was part of the plan.”

“Oh my god!” Roman exclaimed

Prom

“YOU LIED TO ME!” Yelled Logan at Kaylee and Shelby

“Who’s the lier.”

“What?”

“We know about you and Patton.”

“Trust us we’re doing you a favor.”

“You can thank us later.”

Gym

“Patton I’m so so sorry this is...... IM STILL IN SHOCK” Patton walked away to cry a little

“So your saying the whole town kept this from him?!” Said Thomas

“This is so cruel” Said Janus

“I’m gonna cry!” Remus ran into Janus’s arms and started to cry.

“This is a disaster.” Said Roman

“This is a PR problem.” Said Joan as they walked to Roman

“No we had a PR problem, this is a full-blown disaster this is the end of my career.” Virgil overheard the conversation.

“Whoa whoa, that’s why you came here for publicity!?” Roman walked to the taller man “Virgil you don’t know how the world works.” “Yes I do......unfortunately.” Patton put his glasses back on and walked to the front of the gym.

One things universal, life’s no dress rehearsal, when people find a scapegoat, to condemn. We went big yet we’ve blown it I guess I should have known it all along tonight belong............. to them

Patton’s phone rang

“Logan!”

“I swear I didn’t know.”

“You were on the prom committee how did you not know?”

“It was Kaylee and Shelby. They found out we were together they didn’t want me to tell you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“YOU THINK I WOULD DO THIS TO YOU!”

“Then come met me.”

Silence. Logan began to cry

“I can’t”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“My mom is here.”

“WELL LEAVE HER!” Tears we’re streaming down Patton’s face

“She’s watching me every second!”

THEN TELL HER YOUR GAY!!!! TELL HER WE’RE IN LOVE THAT WAS THE PLAN WASNT IT!!!

I CANT BECAUSE KAYLEE AND SHELBY KNOW!!!!

“I’ve had enough”

“I mean it’s not how I thought it would go I’m sorry.”

“Great, perfect, that fixes everything, have fun at the normal persons prom!” Patton hung up.

“Patton. PATTON!”

Remus than interjected “Okay here’s what we’re gonna do, we are gonna go to that prom and-”

“NO THIS ALREADY THE WORSE NIGHT OF MT LIFE JUST STOP HELPING ME!!” Patton ran out of the gym crying and Janus followed after him

And make it clear that tonight belongs to

Make it clear that tonight belongs to

Make it clear that tonight belongs

TO US!!!!!!!

End of act 1

Okay so I’m gonna take a break from writing the au for a bit. I’ll still be on tumblr and you guys can talk to me I’m just gonna take a break do for about a week or 2. if you want to be tag let me know

People to tag/ @artissijules @patt-off @frogsandcookies @icantthinkofacreativeurl @purplestarrystars @actingonimpulse

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 4 years

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79.) or 84.) for the smut prompts? 💓💓

79. “You don’t need to cover up the hickeys.” & 84. “There’s people here.”

(not really smut, but cute none the less!)

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As much as it was beginning to get to him, there was something…thrilling about being Richie Tozier’s dirty little secret. There was something about knowing he was the one Richie was fucking at night after his shows, and not some of the blonde bimbos that try and sell stories of their rendezvous to the press. Even though Eddie was in way too deep, his feelings going from ‘this is just sex’ to ‘oh my god I love you’ in just over three months since they started seeing each other.

Not that he would ever tell Richie that. He couldn’t risk ruining the thing they had going by opening his big mouth and spilling his feelings out all over the bedroom floor. What a way to ruin the mood that would be, and Richie would probably kick him out faster than he could pick his dignity up off the marble floor.

It had always been their thing. After Richie finished his set, he would text Eddie to meet him somewhere and he would. No-one knew of their secret meetups and there was no plan on the horizon for them to go public as they weren’t exclusive. That is until a few weeks ago, when Richie had asked Eddie to accompany him to a charity event in Los Angeles.

He had gotten all dressed up and Richie had collected him from his apartment in a limo that drove them to the event. The whole night Richie was pressed up against Eddie’s side, introducing him to some of his friends and colleagues. As it was a closed event, there were no press, which meant Eddie didn’t end up on the front cover of every tabloid as Richie’s new ‘boy toy.’

Eddie was sure it was only meant to be a one-time thing, but Richie started to take him out in public more often. Whether it be to the movies, or to his shows, they were together. It was confusing Eddie just a little bit, but he was too scared to ask Richie if things had changed, after all, they still had regular sex.

At that present moment, they were in Richie’s changing room, about ten minutes away from Showtime. He was pressed up against the wall, Richie’s lips moving down his neck to suck what would become a dark purple hickey onto the skin, and Eddie had to hold back a moan. He was loud okay, and if he was loud then people would hear, and Eddie didn’t want an audience.

“Don’t cover your mouth baby,” Richie breathed against the skin, running his tongue over the forming bruise. “I like it when you moan, it lets me know that what I’m doing is making you feel good.” Once he’d finished talking, Richie moved a hand down to Eddie’s pants, palming him over the fabric.

Eddie jolted a little and pushed Richie away, a dark flush taking over his cheeks, “Richie…there’s people here. A lot of them. I don’t want someone walking in and catching us…like that.” He tucked a strand of his blonde hair behind his ear and walked over to the vanity cabinet, looking at his neck in the mirror. “Shit…Richie it’s huge. Do you have any concealer?”

Instead of answering, Richie just stared at him from the wall he had just moved away from, a strange look on his face. “Eds…you don’t need to cover up the hickey’s.” He moved over to Eddie, placing his hands on his hips. “I think they look nice on you.”

Turning around, Eddie frowned, the confusion niggling in the back of his brain. “People are going to know though…that you put them there if they see me?” Richie’s eyes widened a little and his mouth moved into an ‘oh’ shape. However before he could say anything, the door was opening and Richie’s manager was stepping inside.

“Richie, it’s time. Let’s get you on stage. Eddie, head into the audience, we’ve saved you a seat.” The manager winked at him and Richie sighed, stepping back as he followed her out of the room.

Eddie slowly made his way to his seat, third row from the front with an excellent view. A few minutes after he had sat down, the lights dimmed and Richie stepped out onto the stage, microphone in hand and grinning like an idiot.

“Hey guys, welcome. As always I can’t believe how many of you showed up tonight, a full house I believe?” In response, the audience screamed and Richie laughed, covering over his ears. “Damn, great crowd tonight.” He paused, scratching his neck. “Listen, I just wanted to address something to you all first before I go into my set. It’s a little serious…actually it’s a lot serious and it’s something I should have brought up a long time ago.”

The audience all fell silence and Eddie frowned. What the hell was he doing?

“About three months ago, this amazing guy came into my life. He’s funny, sweet and doesn’t take any of my crap, and believe me I have a lot of crap. At first, I wasn’t too sure that I wanted to even be in a relationship with anyone, so we decided that it would be strictly sex and it was…for about a month. Then good old feelings got in the way, at least for me they did. So I started taking him to functions and out on dates that weren’t totally independent on us having sex at the end of the night. Sometimes it did, sometimes it didn’t. I thought that maybe, because he came with me to all these events, that he had migrated from being my fuck buddy to being my boyfriend.”

Eddie’s eyes were wide at this point, his heart hammering against his chest as his leg bounced. He was glad that the lights on stage were so bright that Richie couldn’t see him, because Eddie was sure if they made eye contact at that point he might burst into tears.

Richie continued.

“I found out tonight though that that might not be the case. You see, we were making out and I left this huge hickey on his neck and he tried to cover it up. I told him that he didn’t need to do that because well, I thought we were exclusive. Yeah, of course I want to keep my private life…private, which is why we haven’t been in all the magazines, but apparently that just made my…my guy feel as though he was still my dirty little secret. Which he isn’t, by the way. Far from it.” Richie laughed, running a hand through his hair. “The truth is…I’m head over heels in love with him and if he’ll have me. I’d like to make a real go of things.”

At this point, Eddie was crying, tears streaming down his cheeks. He lifted his hand to wipe at his eyes and Richie flashed a grin to the audience.

“Alright, now onto the show!”

The second the show came to a close, Eddie was out of his seat and running backstage, stopping as Richie exited the stage and spotted him. They paused, staring at each other for a few moments before Eddie took a step closer, a smile on his lips. “So…we’re really bad at this communication thing, aren’t we?” He asked.

“Definitely,” Richie chuckled, closing the distance and wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist to pull him into his arms. “I love you, Eddie. I am completely head over heels for you.”

Eddie flushed, his heart hammering in his chest as he pushed up on his toes to press a kiss to Richie’s lips. “I’m in love with you too…and I’d love to make a go of things with you. Always.”

Richie let out a breath, his face dropping in relief. “So…dinner and a movie?”

Grinning, Eddie settled back down on his heels, lacing his fingers together with Richie’s. “Yeah. Dinner and a movie.”

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ombreecha · 6 years

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Unwavering

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: SasuSaku Rated: M Prompt: Her head is on his chest when she wakes to the familiar click of his lighter. For a moment, the smoke he exhales hides his face. She wonders if one day, when the smoke dissipates, he’ll be gone along with it. He coughs and takes another drag while running a shaky hand through her bare back. That’s smoker’s cough, she wants to say. She sees the fresh puncture marks on his arm and the empty syringes on the nightstand. She could go on about his unhealthy lifestyle but she isn’t here to be his doctor. That’s the last thing he wants. So she sits up and looks at his glazed eyes. “Sasuke, talk to me,” she almost begs. Nights are the worst. Sakura struggles to compete with his demons. Idea: Anonymous Note: I am actually a smoker. I smoke menthol’s which are actually way worse for you than regular shorts, and so I am all too familiar with smokers cough. It’s not fun during the winter, and is probably the only reason I could describe briefly what it like the change of season has made me have it currently. Also. I have no clue how we got to where we are. Mature theme became very mature and ended up probably more mature than you were wanting and for that my bad, but this is what flew out and this is what came of it.

She doesn’t want to hear the silence or dead words that come from him in this one bedroom apartment. There’s his movements when he’s dragging his hand from above his head to run beside him. The inhale she can hear with her head laying over his long since closed off heart lets her hear the tell tale signs of it’s users continued abuse. The doctor she is knows what this is. The increased heart rate is all too familiar to those who see it as often as she does—was he not the reason she had sought a career in the medical field?

The glow from moon that dares to peek through is all that assists her eyes still worn from the sleep she had been pulled from. He had always been pale and it’s that same glow upon his skin that allows her to see more of the abuse he’s put upon his body. Fingers twitch slightly with him bringing a cigarette to his mouth having found the open pack beside him. The flick of the lighter sends it’s own orange warm glow upon him and her. There’s harm in seeing how dazed those obsidian are. The lift of his chest comes with the inhale he takes—it’s deep and long within his drag.

Blood still stained when the sheets were washed, and he’s still dead when he’s finished the bottle.

That glazed over look disappears within the smoke he exhales. There’s the smallest of fear that he’ll disappear one day when it dissipates. She’s lost the ability to smell the nicotine with how long she’s stood beside him. She’s lost the ability to feel uncomfortable with this lifestyle of his. There had always been concern though. There would always be concern.

After all sex doesn’t sleep when the lights are off.

Fingers trail upon his chest sliding down his stomach in hearing the fluid within his lungs with every breath. The clearing of his lungs fill her hears. It’s not harsh but it’s obvious—smokers cough—he’s developed such a thing within all these years. It doesn’t halt his fingers in bringing the cigarette back to his mouth and inhaling the nicotine, if possibly, deeper. The moon is no friend in it’s glow allowing her to see the small puncture wound that linger within the joint of his arm. There’s harm in seeing those marks that he’s self-inflicted—there’s the flicker of her eyes from him to the nightstand where the empty syringe sits. The tickle that comes with his fingers sliding along her spin causes a stiff noise to fall from her.

He’s comforting her within his drugged daze—he doesn’t think she’s that stupid does he?

The doctor she is could list all of the affects of his lifestyle. She could tell him the damage he’s doing. She could tell him the harm he’s bringing to himself, but she won’t. He doesn’t need Doctor Haruno—he needs Sakura Haruno, the girl who continued to stay beside him even in his worst states. He wants the little girl who never backed down even in childhood, and he wants the little girl who would blush. He wants that little girl who’s crush had developed through middle school, and then high school. He wants the little girl who pushed herself through college and never once wavered from him. He wants the little girl who filled her world with him regardless of who came and went. He wanted the stability that she encompassed—she would not leave like so many others had done.

She’s pulling herself from him allowing the blanket to slide down her form. She’s bare and there’s no shame in this—she’s always been bare to him in more than one way. There’s the slowest movement of those eyes so dazed within his high. He’s slow to notice her raising form. They’ve done this dance before. The demon’s that haunt him are always there. The pain that lingers in every action he does is there within the setting of the sun. The night is no friend—just like the moon.

It’s the next drag and the smoke that flows after from him filling the air around them that has her moving unconsciously to produce fingers within his hair and touch his cheek.

Lips form all the pain she feels in seeing him like this, “Sasuke-kun—talk to me.”

She could never compete with his demons. She never held a chance. She never held a victory. She’s lost every single time, and yet she’s unwavering in her love for this man so lost within his heart. She would take every demon that flickered within his mental state. She would take every piece and every part of him upon her shoulders so small and fragile—if only he could be spared from this world he lived in.

The words she remembers within her psychology courses are an echo within the room. He will either step forward into growth, or step back within the safety he’s build with syringes and bottles. She’d inject herself if it would keep him from doing so. She would lick every drop if it would keep him from doing so. She would swallow every pill if it would keep him from doing so.

The pain that comes with loving a man so lost is not something others can understand, and she knows this is her pain to bare behind these closed doors. This is not something she will share when she leaves in the morning to return to the world so much brighter and cleaner.

Those eyes only continue their stare upon the ceiling as he puts out the cigarette within an empty can upon the nightstand. She’s going to lose tonight as well. He won’t talk—even before the addictions he had never been one for talking. The sting of tears threatening to shed come over her. He doesn’t need tears. He needs the little girl who smiled through all that he did.

Swinging her leg over him she’s placed herself upon his uncovered form sitting upon his pelvis. He’s warm from this high he’s thick within. This small action of hers is still not able to bring his eyes to her. It only brings fingers that trail upon her stomach and slide up her form. That grip upon her comes next. He’s trying to feel her through the haze his mind is muddled with. It’s a desperate action meant to solidify within these demons that she’s still here—she’s still standing beside him forever.

This battle and this dance is one and the same. The demons that keep their hold on him are weak in this moment here because there’s attempt and there’s still that little boy that held her hand—through his mother’s funeral, held her hand through his father’s suicide, held her hand through his brother’s arrest and conviction—somewhere within the drugs, pain, and overwhelming sadness.

There’s still the boy she had always loved. There’s still the boy that she had always cherished.

She’s pressing herself against him as she comes to lay on him running her fingers through his hair once more. She’s not going to win this. She never wins after all, but she’ll take the weakened state of that which holds him forever at arms length. Noses brush and fingers tighten their hold under her small bust. Inhales are exchanged—he’s earthly with a spice only able to be described as cinnamon, and then there’s that bitter nicotine smell that comes from him—and she’s entirely vanilla and sugary laced in floral flowers they couldn’t even name. There’s no missing him inhaling her deeply with the rise of his chest and those dazed eyes falling closed to grind into her. Strands far softer than they had ever looked are what her fingers have sought as she lingers so close to his face. Brushing his hair follows this movements and then there’s his lips seeking hers.

“Talk to me, please.” she’s whimpering within his slow kisses to the corner of her mouth.

A noise falls from her as his fingers make their way to cup her bottom and then he’s rolling her under him. His arms lay beside her and those tears that had long since sat waiting to fall have finally found their chance to slide down the corners of her face. The bite of her lip comes and those obsidian are keeping their attention to her pale green finally.

“Please.” she’s begging within a whisper caught within her throat.

He dips his head and then the pressure of his mouth to hers. The bitter taste of nicotine is thicker upon his tongue sliding into hers, and his arm is removing itself from beside her head seeking to trail down her chest passed her stomach and to her leg to give him access to her.

“Sakura.” he’s groaning into her mouth, and he’s rubbing her thigh, “Can I?”

The tremble of her lip follows and does little to hide the shake of her voice, “Always.”

The intake of air she has sucked within and the moan that slips passed her is deep and laced in her tears. His thumbs have come to wipe the tears from her with more light kisses to follow upon her cheeks, and nose. He’s deep inside her, and while his pace is normal—it’s not rushed, and it’s not slowed—there’s an urgency.

“Don’t cry, please.” he’s pleading within the brush of his nose to hers, “Please, don’t.”

He’s hitting deeper and she’s crying out at the feeling of him so close to her. She’s lost this battle just as she has known she would. He would not speak of the things that lingered and haunted him within the night. She would not be what he wanted when the demon’s came to play. She would not be what he wanted when he swallowed his next pill. She would not be what he wanted when he downed the next bottle. She would not be what he wanted when he punctured his skin with his next needle.

The lick across her neck is what makes her heartbeat against her ribcage painfully, and her arms come to wrap around his neck. He’s pulling her hair with his need to get more of her neck. It’s painful, and yet so sugary sweet—just like them.

Blood still stains when the sheets are washed. Sex doesn’t sleep when the lights are off. He’s still dead when he’s finished the bottle.

The sound of skin against skin bounces from this apartment of one bedroom. Her cries, and moans overwhelm his own grunts, and groans. Those eyes are still fogged but they’re gaining their clarity within his repeated thrusts, and repeated displays of affection. It’s a touch to her breast, a lingering upon her stomach, the cupping of her thigh to bring her closer with each attempt to push himself deeper inside her, and the kisses that fall upon her closed lids.

There’s no preparation when he’s pulling from her and placing her leg upon his shoulder. Those eyes are drinking her in, and his free hand is running across her dewy skin. His motions have finally given into that hiding urgency she knew lingered within him. His motions have become rushed and desperation hangs upon every thrust and touch he gives.

He’s addicted to so many things—and then there’s the wide doe-eyes as she throws her head back. He didn’t need a doctor. He didn’t need Doctor Haruno—no he needed the little girl who had been the only constant bright spot in his world. He needed the little girl turned woman who allowed him to cling to her in the most unforgiving of ways.

The look of pain crosses his face with brows pinched as he does not allow her to come down from the euphoric high he’s given her. Those pale green glow within the moon so unfriendly, and so unkind.

He’s addicted to her—and he hates himself for it—that's why he won’t talk to her.

Her own look of pain flashes across her face at the realization within her now fogged mind. This is why his eyes would not clear the glaze that had settled over him. This is why he would forever stay dazed within the night. There’s no stopping the fresh tears that spill from the corners of her eyes within her pants, and there’s no stopping the call of her voice, “Hug me, please.”

Brows pinch deeper as he curls to her keeping her leg over his shoulder. He is soaked within desperation to give her what she’s asked for.

She’s the only constant and unwavering force. He’s become addicted to that little girl who never walked away. He’s become dependent on the hand that holds his.

Forehead to forehead is how they are as he continues to become rougher and his voice hits her face in panicked and urgent breaths. Those eyes so dazed and fogged refuse to leave her own, and her moans of his name mix with the sharp intakes of air he’s taking. He’s going harder into, and she’s threading her fingers within that hair so unbelievably soft.

There’s still the boy she had always loved. There’s still the boy that she had always cherished. There’s still the little boy who had squeezed her hand when tears had threatened to spill at his mother’s funeral. There’s still the little boy who had clung to her within his room and laced their fingers together after his father’s suicide. There’s still the little boy who had gripped her hand in it’s vice like grip as he watched them take his brother to prison.

There’s still the little boy she loved here as his hand presses hers to the mattress. There’s still that same little boy even if he’s turned into a man.

He’s here and he’s crying over her as he hits his own euphoric high. The noise that comes with it is laced in those tears that he had dared not voice within his groans.

—and those tears are still present as he rides out his high deep within her, “Sakura.”

Can I?

She can hear the question within his gasps, and within the drip of his tears upon her skin, “Always.”

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THE STORY OF THE TOOTH FAIRY ONCE UPON A TIME, A LONG TIME AGO, IN THE YEAR 133742041369666, THERE WERE 2 REALLY AWE SOME DUDES NAMED MEWTWO AND ENTEI WHO WERE GOING THROUGH A LITTLE EMO PHASE. YOU COULD TELL BY THE BLACK LIPSTICK STAINS ON THEIR TEACUPS. EVEN THOUGH THEY DIDN'T EVEN DRINK TEA, THEY DRANK LIQUOR BEER AND VODKA MARTINIS. MEWTWO WAS VERY LOUD AND TRIED TO BE A HERO BUT INSTEAD WOUND UP BEING HECKA ANNOYING. HE WAS ALSO REALLY GRIZZIDLY EVEN THOUGH HE WASN'T GACHGNAARIC. ONLY A GACHGNAARIC PERSON COULD BE THAT GRIZZIDLY NATURALLY. BUT OF COURSE MEWTWO LIKED TO PUNCH PEOPLE, BREAK THEIR GLASSES AND MAKE THEM CRY, SO THAT DIDN’T MATTER. ENTEI WAS VERY QUIET AND HATED HIMSELF. HE HAD LIVED WITH MR. ZEKROMOVICH FOR MANY YEARS ALONG WITH HIS DEAR COUSINS SUICUNE THE GAYLE AND RAIKOU THE THUNDER. MR. ZEKROMOVICH WAS VERY EVIL! HE LIKED TO CHAIN ENTEI UP AND BEAT HIM WITH A METAL SINKPIPE UNTIL ENTEI'S BACK WAS COVERED IN PURPLE BLOOD. ENTEI AND MEWTWO WERE GOOD FRIENDS, EVER SINCE THEY JOINED A WAILORD HATE CLUB. THEY LIKE TO PLAY ROCK BAND 2 TOGETHER EVERY NIGHT. BUT NOW THEY ONLY LISTEN TO GENERIC CORNY EMO MUSIC WHILE CRYIING BLACK MAKEUP-STAINED TEARS WHILE PAINTING THEIR CLAWS WITH THE BLOOD OF DEVILS. THEY WERE VERY EDGY. THEY LIKED TO DO EDGY THINGS LIKE STEAL CANDY FROM BABIES AND CUSS AT KIDS AT THE ICE CREAM TRUCK. OF COURSE MEWTWO TOOK ALL THE FOOD! ALL OF IT! SO HE GOT OBSCENELY FAT. HE WEIGHED 666 POUNDS AND ENTEI, ONLY 69. OH WELL TOO BAD. THEN THERE WAS A METEORITE THAT CAME IN THROUGH THE BEDROOM WINDOW. 'OWO WHAT'S THIS?' ASKED ENTEI, WHO WAS A FURRY AND WAS NOT WEARING CLOTHES. 'IDK BUT IT'S TOTES RAD DUDE! IT'S YO MOMMA, DUH!' SAID MEWTWO WHO WAS TRYING TO BE RAD. BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY THE TOOTH FAIRY, WHO MAKES DENTURES FROM PEOPLE’S TEETH AND DOESN’T EVEN PAY YOU MOST OF THE TIME. SO THE TWO POKEMON RAN TO THE BATHROOM, LOCKED THE DOOR, AND HID IN THE SHOWER. ENTEI PUT ON AN OLD BATHROBE BECAUSE HE DIDN’T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW THAT HE WALKED AROUND THE HOUSE NAKED. ‘I HATE THIS’ SAID MEWTWO. ‘I’M GONNA GIVE MYSELF PNEUMONIA.’ MEWTWO TURNED ON THE SHOWERHEAD, AND SET IT TO THE COLDEST OPTION AVAILIABLE. TO HIS SURPRISE, NO WATER CAME OUT OF THE FAUCET, INSTEAD, THERE WERE LARGE WORMS! BUT THE WORMS WERE ONLY A DREAM SO IT DIDN’T MATTER. INSTEAD, NO WATER CAME OUT, AND NO WORMS EITHER. THE TOOTH FAIRY DESTROYED THE WATER SUPPLY TO MEWTWO AND ENTEI’S HOUSE. OH WELL TOO BAD. THE ONLY OPTION WAS TO SUFFER UNTIL THE TOOTH FAIRY BROUGHT DEATH TO EVERYONE. MEWTWO GOT OUT OF THE COLD TUB AND LAID DOWN ON THE PINK SPARKLY SHAG CARPET. IT WAS ALL NICE AND SOFT UNTIL MEWTWO GOT A PIECE OF GLITTER LODGED INTO HIS EYEBALL. ‘AHGHGHG GET IT OUT!!” HE SCREAMED. BUT IT WAS NO USE. SO HE GRABBED A PAIR OF TWEEZERS FROM THE BATHROOM COUNTER.

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“I was trying to propose!” + reddie please? :’)

I found this in my inbox and got the perfect idea to go with it!

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Eddie Kaspbrak was sick. No, not the kind of sick where he could easily take a few pills and get on with his day, oh no, this time he was really sick. From the moment he woke up that morning, Eddie knew something was wrong, and yet he still went about the day as though nothing was wrong.

He was heavily regretting that decision as he boarded the subway home, sweat trickling down his pale face and an excruciating pain in his right side. A few people gave him an odd look as he made his way to an empty seat, and some even pulled their kids away from him as though they would contract some deadly disease from him.

There was no way he looked that bad was there?

Carefully, Eddie slipped his earpods in, picking some soft music to listen to until he reached his stop. As he shifted however, the pain in his side seemed to intensify and he let out a choked gasp, reaching for it. The action earned him a few more stares but he ignored them, too focused on the fact that he felt as though he was going to die with how bad his side hurt.

Luckily, the subway was approaching his stop, and he forced himself up off the seat and he stumbled towards the door. The people waiting to disembark the train at the same stop let him off first, and Eddie slowly made his way to the exit. Thankfully, he thought, his apartment was only a few minutes away from the station and Eddie couldn’t wait to curl up in bed with a hot water bottle and hope it all passed.

Eddie reached the apartment, weaker than he had been all day, tears of pain in his eyes and he tried the door. He frowned when he realised it was locked, which meant that Richie was still at the radio station, probably working late. Great, looks like he was going to have to make himself something to eat.

He never even made it to the kitchen, as he reached the couch, exhaustion took over him and he collapsed, his vision blacking out.

Eddie wasn’t even sure how long he was sleeping for, but when he woke up, the pain was almost too much to bare, and he felt as though he was going to be sick. He never registered the blanket around his body as he lurched from his position in a scramble to get to the bathroom, only to vomit all over the cream rug that was under the coffee table.

“Eds are you- holy shit!” He could hear Richie’s voice, followed by the bang of something being dropped before he was at his side. “Hey- hey woah, easy baby.” Richie’s voice was in his ear, but he felt like he was floating away. “Baby, what’s wrong, talk to me?”

He managed to open his eyes, almost sealed shut with sweat and sleep and he managed to croak out a single word, “H-Hurts.” He barely got the word out before he was sick again, coughing as Richie rubbed his back soothingly.

Richie jumped into action, grabbing his phone and calling 911. Through his pain induced haze, Eddie could make out Richie describing his visible symptoms to the operator on the other side. “Just- send an ambulance. He’s really sick and he needs immediate medical attention!” Another pause. “No- no I can’t ask him because every time he so much as moves, he’s sick everywhere!”

Eddie honestly thought he was going to die, completely in pain, in his boyfriend’s arms. He could barely even talk without bringing up more vomit, which was soon turning to bile at this point as there was nothing left in his stomach. He faintly could hear the ambulance pull up outside and soon enough, multiple people were surrounding him and strapping an oxygen mask around his head.

That was the last thing he remembered before he passed out.

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For some reason, Eddie thought that when he regained consciousness, he would no longer be in pain, but unfortunately that was not the case. He was laying down on a bed, hooked up to an IV line and nurses were bustling around them.

“Eds, fuck, hey,” Eddie’s attention drifted to Richie, who looked as though he’d been to hell and back. “Hey, easy…you’re going to be fine.”

“What- what’s wrong with me?” He asked, his voice raw with how many times he had thrown up. He relaxed a little as Richie ran his fingers through his hair. “Why am I in so much pain?”

Richie brought his hand to his lips, kissing the skin of his knuckles. “It’s your appendix,” he explained and Eddie almost let out a breath of relief, but Richie continued. “You’re booked in to surgery, they need to get them out as fast as possible…before they burst.”

Surgery. Fuck. Eddie hates surgery. He had only ever been under the knife once before, when he was little and he broke his arm, and he hated it. “Richie-”

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to be right here okay? Right here. I’m going to leave you. I promise,” Richie’s voice was soft and it was clear he had been crying. The doctor came in just a few seconds later, clipboard in hand.

“Eddie, your awake. That’s good. We’re about to take you in for surgery now.” The doctor smiled and quickly ran through a few questions he had. “Shouldn’t take longer than a few hours, and we’ll keep you in for a few days to make sure you’re recovering.”

Eddie nodded his head, knowing that he had no other choice but to go along with whatever the doctor was doing with him. As the nurses came in to wheel him into the surgery room, he gave Richie one last kiss, keeping his gaze until they were separated by the swinging doors.

The surgeon talked through everything he was doing as the anesthetist prepared the injection. Eddie felt a sharp prick in his hand and the doctor looked down over him, “Count back from ten, and you’ll be out, okay?”

“Ten…nine…eigh-”

Blackness.

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This time, when Eddie opened his eyes, the intense pain was gone, and replaced with a little discomfort. By the look of the room, he was in recovery and the operation was over. Thank fuck. He felt a little giddy, thanks to the anesthetic. He really wanted to see Richie. To kiss Richie. God he loved Richie so much.

“We’re going to take you to the ward now Eddie, okay?” The nurse smiled down at him and he nodded his head, giggling.

The nurse wheeled him out of recovery and up to the ward where he would be staying for the next few days whilst he recovered properly. Richie was there waiting for him, and Eddie let out a squeal the second he laid his eyes on him. “Richie! Baby! You’re here!”

A few of the nurses on the ward laughed at how happy he sounded and Richie walked over to them, taking his hand as he was wheeled into his room, “Of course I’m here. I wasn’t going to leave you.”

“Were you worried about me?” Eddie asked, biting his lip, staring at Richie as though he hung the moon. “I almost died.”

Richie blinked, shaking his head, “You did not almost die, but you certainly did scare the living daylights out of me.” He ran his hand through Richie’s hair, kissing his head softly. “But you’re okay, and I’ll be here to take care of you, okay?”

Eddie hummed and settled back into the bed, grinning up at Richie. He couldn’t help it, he was just so in love with him. “Richie-” he started, his words coming out like word vomit. “You wanna know a secret, Richie?” He asked and Richie nodded his head, leaning in closer. “I really don’t like my last name.”

“What?” Richie blinked, tilting his head to the side. “You- why? I love your last name.”

Eddie shook his head again, “Nah, I wanna change it,” he mumbled. “Don’t you wanna know what I wanna change it to?”

Richie chuckled and nodded his head, “Okay, humour me Eddie Spaghetti. What do you wanna change your name to?”

“Tozier.”

Richie blinked, tilting his head to the side, “Eds- what?” he laughed, shaking his head. “You’re doped up baby, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“What-?’ Eddie shook his head. “No- no I do know what I’m saying,” he whispered. “I’m trying to propose to you!”

With another blink, Richie smiled softly, his eyes filling with tears, “If I say yes, will you lay down and rest for me?” He asked. Eddie paused for a moment before nodding his head, realising he was really really tired. “Then yes, I’ll marry you, Eds, but I fully expect a real proposal when you’re feeling up to par. Okay?”

Eddie just grinned, nodding his head. “You got yourself a deal.”

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