loser!ellie’s room is messy as shit. not in the way of being unclean, it’s just.. her. there’s half-empty water bottles all over the floor, math homework spread out over her desk with about a dozen barely erased curse words covering the margins, guitar picks wedged between the strings because she doesn’t have a proper place to put them, wireless headphones lay in a helpless tangle near the foot of her bed. nothing has ever been organized
loser!ellie who tried to post a thirst trap once and got absolutely FLAMED by dina and jesse. that shit was taken down in a couple minutes flat
loser!ellie who unironically uses the 🔥🔥🔥 and the 🤓☝️ emojis ALL THE TIME.
loser!ellie who genuinely thought she was having heart palpitations the first time she saw you. actually tripped over herself trying to talk to you once
loser!ellie who has a twitch acc i fear
loser!ellie who follows bill nye on instagram.
loser!ellie who religiously goes by ew. she probably said it as some stupid joke to jesse while she was high and it immediately caught on and became some dumb nickname between both of them
loser!ellie who has about four weezer posters in her room and took them all down the first time you ever came over—was terrified you’d think she’s weird
loser!ellie who, on the subject of you coming over, had made a group chat with jesse and titled “ellie’s getting some 😈😈” to prepare. she ended up sitting on the edge of her bed the whole hangout, way too nervous to even look at you
loser!ellie who only likes mint or cinnamon gum, anything else she will actually despise
loser!ellie who lost a staring contest with you and called it flirting
loser!ellie who listens to weezer, radiohead, aha, the cure, deftones, system of a down, slipknot.. and justin bieber (would never admit that last one out loud)
loser!ellie who is a horrible baker but is an elite cook somehow??
loser!ellie who made a 😈 playlist and it’s all deftones
loser!ellie who is actually smooth for ONCE IN HER LIFE when she invites you over to smoke w/ her. she just stares at you with this smitten ahh look on her face, the joint burning out between her fingers before she can actually get a single sentence out of her mouth. finally just kisses you and it feels better than she could’ve ever imagined.
loser!ellie who made out with you for a few hours but didn’t go any further. she really, really wanted you to remember it and actually want it too, but she was also shaking way too bad to even try
loser!ellie who actually took weeks to ask you out after that. she was so giddy to date you because she had been obsessed for months, but was so scared you had only kissed her because of the high
loser!ellie who when you finally got together, posted you on her story nearly everyday
loser!ellie who buys legos and asks you to help build them for her room (or yours) (she definitely has that one set of the galaxy)
loser!ellie who calls you her wife after a month, two months
loser!ellie who makes up fake statistics like: “did you know 90% of america doesn’t know i love you? we gotta fix that, babe..” and it’s just an elaborate way to get you to kiss her
hi, my loves! i’ve missed you all so so much. i just have had the absolute worst depressive episodes this summer, i really am just exhausted and find myself finding no motivation. but, i really hope soon that i will be better. and when i am, i promise content will be put out very soon. <3
content: vampire shit, blood mention and description, comfort, kissing, mention of harm to animals, 0.5k words
my guide / natalie scatorccio
nobody had ever really noticed the shift in natalie. her skin was already pale as all get out, there was no difference in the almost porcelain color of her skin after.. what happened. plus, she was so great at keeping it secret.
you, on the other hand.. let's just say she didn't love you for your ability to keep things under wraps.
it's normal for you to be a bit picky during dinnertime out in the wilderness, it was undeniable how badly morale had been down ever since winter started. and the pertinent hunger for something beyond food wasn't helping in any way, shape, or form.
the blonde strips of hair were the first thing you noticed coming into your vision, the ends crisp and wispy from the lack of proper care deep into the woods. then, natalie's sweet, soft murmurs hit your ears next.
"i know what it's like, but you need to eat." she whispered, a hand on the edge of your shirt, simply resting there to try and establish some sort of connection between the two of you. there's not normally much whenever you were in front of the whole team, but she knew you needed it right now.
your eyes met her own in an unspoken agreement, words unsaid between the two of you flooding out through your shared glances.
she immediately grabbed your hand, mumbling a reason to the rest of the group on why you two were leaving. then, without a single word of explanation, she helped you into the attic, hands soft and guiding as they rested upon your thighs as you sat down.
"what, love, what?" she asked, eyes carrying that tender look you knew all too well. her voice kept it's same raspy cadence, still pertinent in the worst of situations.
"nat.." you whispered, your body pleading for something she had become familiar with. "it hurts.. it feels like my insides are being torn apart–my head hurts–" you complained, being met with her soft fingers moving to your face.
"okay, okay.." she said, sighing softly and finally relenting, standing up with a gentle reluctance. she slowly held up her wrist to your mouth, allowing your teeth to dig in into the warm flesh.
there was a small moment before the feeling finally hit, the feeling of warmth moving down your throat and red blood staining your lips. whenever you pulled away, natalie covered her wrist in silence and removed the blood from the corner of your mouth.
there was an understanding in her eyes, words slipping from her soft lips. "it feels dull for a while.. like something you just can't tame. but, i promise, i wouldn't have done it unless i knew it would make you feel better." she said, hands cupping your face. "i love you.."
the innocence of the words felt odd in the situation, in such a time where everything went to hell. but, you knew when she said it, she meant it. there was a sweetness lingering in the air, in something other than the taste in your mouth.
her lips pressed to your head, a silent way of punctuating her words in a way that could only mean one thing.
she knew that you were making it out, no matter what happened to her.
have a great day, a great night, or a great life! <3
i adored your sydney “you wanna learn” fic btw it was insanely well written (> •́)ᕗ⊹ ࣪ ˖
𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: walk you home by sir chloe
a/n: fav moot right here guys (besides @catastrophiii) also, this has been rattling in my brain for weeks.
content: alcohol consumption, typical party stuff, biblically accurate loser hazel, tad bit of angst, teensy bit of kissing, based off of the song by sir chloe, 1.3k words
walk you home / h.c.
the entire night had passed in an insignificantly short blur, from the shots of disgusting rum you had forced yourself to swallow to the hands that shoved your shoulders around the large house; you were so ready to go home.
brittany had convinced you to come to some random rager thrown by the most intolerable people at your school. she had told you that this amazing guy would be there, one that you would undoubtedly "fall head over heels for immediately."
and upon meeting this absolute prick of a guy, you were sure that brittany had lost her mind. the entire excruciatingly long five-minute conversation you two had was unbearable to say the absolute least, filled with anecdotes of how amazing he played at his last game and how you need to "smile more."
you had managed to slip out of the situation with a loose excuse of needing to use the restroom, rolling your eyes so far back in your skull whenever you finally were torn away from his annoyingly loud voice.
in the blink of an eye, you were met with a pair of stairs, shoving your way up them groggily as you prayed that you could find anyone who knew where the exit to this maze of a house was. fingers coiled around each and every doorknob in the second-floor hallway, either being met with empty rooms or couples making out on beds.
the final room was actually a bathroom, one you had just decided to shove yourself into and lock the door to. your chest heaved dramatically as you made your way over to the sink, eyes rimmed with mascara that had become even more messed up from the course of the night.
the crumpled reflection you saw staring back at you wasn't one you had recognized, an altered version of a face you had been seeing your entire life. you looked dissipated, cracked lips red with the lip stain you had applied during the start of the party. and when had you started crying?
a slow, shallow exhale leaves your mouth before you look around the tiled floor, making your way to the corner of the room and sinking into the wall. your knees buckled beneath you, burying your head into them and sobbing even harder. you had zero clue why you were crying, but you were, and now it was like the faucet simply just wouldn't turn off.
hazel had zero clue where the hell she would even find a bathroom in this giant house, but she knew that asking other people probably wouldn't do her any good. she stumbled around downstairs for approximately four minutes before darting upstairs to get away from every sound and light that was digging into her cranium. why did she even come to this thing in the first place?
her ring-covered hand pushed open the door at the end of the hallway, eyes widening when she was in fact met with a bathroom, but it came with a girl inside wailing into her dress.
she cleared her throat, lingering near the door with a face that held about a trillion emotions.
your head cocked up at the sound, eyes meeting a bright blue pair that stood near the white wood, lips parted as if they were about to start speaking any second now. spoiler warning: they did not.
you immediately push your way up from the floor, chewing into your bottom lip as you struggle to form words yourself.
hazel recognized you in a single second. she had seen you around the neighborhood she lives in, seen you getting the mail or dancing through your window. but most of all, she had seen you crying on the porch over a good book or sobbing inside your room listening to music.
this felt straight out of a dream.
to your absolute surprise, the shaggy-haired girl in front of you spoke. "hey... are you… okay?" she said, fingers leaving the door handle and going to her other hand, twiddling together carefully.
before you can will yourself to make up a lie, you find your head already shaking. it was like there was some presence about this girl that didn't allow you to tell her a single false truth. her face softened at the motion, slowly closing the door behind her and whispering again.
"what happened?" hazel asked. her eyes were chock-full of care, even though you had never met before. but there was a simple second feeling you got from her gaze: warmth.
your shoulders shrug, lips pursing, and feet dragging you just a step closer. "i really don't even know," you say, a dry laugh slipping from your mouth. "i just want to go home."
in the time that you were talking, hazel had taken it upon herself to study you. she noticed the brown loafers on your feet paired with knee-length white socks, matching the jacket you wore perfectly. her eyes took in the white dress you had on, ruffles tossed about the stitching tenderly. she normally didn't care for such fashion, but something about it on you just made her fall in love with it.
without thinking, her voice emerged from within her again, "i could take you home," she said, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly, wishing that for some odd reason, you would say yes.
and you did.
hazel led you out of the house with a careful precision, hand intertwined with your own to make sure she didn't lose you. she needed to know that this was real.
once you had made it to the street, a soft calm lingered over the two of you. now it was your turn to study the girl beside you.
she was wearing something akin to a white button-up shirt with red detailing, a red carabiner on her dark-wash denim jeans, and silver jewelry all across her hands. which, coincidentally, were still interlocked with your own. you pretended not to notice, pretended that the feeling sparked something in you that you hadn't felt in all of the guys brittany had tried to set you up with.
suddenly, your mind caught up with you, remembering where that familiar smile had first come up in your head. you had seen her at school before, walking with two other girls who looked as if they wanted nothing to do with her. you remembered feeling horrible for the girl, wishing you could just go up to her and pry her away from the people you knew she called her friends.
you felt a heaviness in your chest at the memory, a silent apology surfacing in your head. you gently leaned your head on her shoulder, continuing to walk with her in utter bliss.
hazel's fingers caressed your hand with a care that practically radiated off of her body, only daring to stop whenever you reached the familiar outline of your house again.
a frown etched onto your mouth as you let go of her hand, turning to face her. "this is my stop."
hazel nodded, clearing her throat. "yeah," the awkwardness was not lost on her.
you smiled sweetly, trying to ease the sudden pain this goodbye brought to you. "thanks for walking me home…" you said, letting the condolences linger in the air. your body willed you to walk away, even if it felt like your heart was tugging you in her direction.
you made it up the first step before you froze. what was this? you felt emptiness building inside you. and without a single second more of deliberation, you knew what to do.
turning on your heels, you gently brought hazel's face to meet your own, lips pressed on hers in another soft 'thank you.' her hands came up to frame your face, holding you like you were the most delicate thing she had ever had the privilege to touch.
you pulled apart in a frenzy of giggles, immediately dipping back in to catch her lips again. she just made you feel safe, and she certainly wasn't going to ask you to "smile more."
au revoir! have a great day, a great night, or a great life! <3
hii could i please request reader comforting nat (established relationship) who is struggling with the stress of being the group leader?? maybe just being really soft and sweet with her and cuddling her and insisting she comes inside their shelter to rest, and nat just ends up completely lying on top of her? does nat let out everything she’s struggling with or does she just appreciate some silence with the girl she loves? idk anything like that im just CRAVING nat comfort rn after everything she’s been through 💔💔
𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: champagne coast by blood orange
a/n: god, i LOVE lengthy requests. like PLEASE, go into depth about what you want!! i love these!! <3
content: kinda angsty if you squint real hard, fluff, kissing, 0.4k words
just like before / n.s.
life was never supposed to be anything like this. it was supposed to be a couple of nights away from your shitty hometown for a soccer championship. but because nothing ever works out the way it's supposed to, things had fallen to shit.
your eyes lingered on the slumped figure of your girlfriend near the fire, her mind not even there. you could see the glassy, almost film-like cover of her eyes, alerting you to the fact that something was wrong.
as of maybe 2 months ago—you've lost count by now—natalie had become the somewhat 'leader' of your weird little group out in the trenches of the canadian wilderness. was the title something she had ever wanted? no, obviously not. but did she still try her absolute hardest to improve the quality of life out there? definitely.
and it was draining her.
you could see it in the way she took deep breaths before answering questions people posed to her, in the way her hands trembled as they ran over her hair, and in every single splintered bit of her soul that was just waiting to crack.
so with soft hands and an even softer voice, you quietly coax her from the fire into her tent, fingers soft as they helped her lay down. her eyes seemed to soften, that cover over them diminishing at the simple sight of her favorite girl.
your body dips down beside her, face toward the night sky, begging it for an answer. how do i fix this? how do i help?
before the stars can even begin to form an answer, a warmth is pulled over your body, soaking in the heat emanating from beneath the outfit you thought you would wear after nationals. how trivial those things feel as you now lie against a cot on the grimy dirt.
your hand rests on nat's head, gently cascading down the strands of hair that cover her upper back. natalie had never been much of a talker whenever it came to her feelings, so presence was important to her. and right now, all she could feel was your presence.
the silence felt full, not in the heavy way, but blissfully full. like there was a lingering of affection in the air, and nothing could deny it now.
your lips felt the same way against her temple as they did the first time you ever kissed, your trace of her back still as comforting and reverent as those first-date touches.
her heart left all of its heaviness at the fire outside, letting it burn and dissipate in the air.
for now, she was with her person. and nothing, not even the fucked-up forces of the wilderness, could take you from her.
au revoir! have a great day, a great night, or a great life! <3
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i have seen fear street part one: 1994, fear street part three: 1666, mainstream, do revenge, stranger things seasons 3-4 (about to be five as well), and inside out 2 !!
as of other things she has produced or played a part of, i am an AVID listener of her music, i am obsessed. i have also read rebel robin by a.r. capetta, which is a fantastic book, by the way!
that’s as much as i know maya-wise, thank you sm for the question, anon!
Robin buckley and the reader having fun at the beach
Also, your writing is really nice❤❤❤❤
𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: sunsetz by cigarettes after sex
a/n: don’t make me BLUSH!! ugh thank you sm anon 💗 also ik i've mentioned bowie in a robin fit before and i stand by the fact she is an avid bowie lover
content: fluff. fluff. fluff. 1.6k words
payback / robin buckley
you sprawled out against robin’s messy bed, holding her gray throw blanket over your body as you felt the ends of sleep dripping off of you. you took a deep inhale, shifting your body to face the ceiling. you were met with small stars scattered across the white drywall. the stars were cut from old CD's and colored around the edges to make an iridescent glow, which was now shining against the harsh summer sun. you and robin made them a few weeks ago during one of your late night talks, you absolutely adored them now. you heard a soft rustle at robin’s desk, causing you to slowly push yourself up, yawning softly as you were met with the back of her messy hair.
"robs?" you said in a gentle tone, seeing her turn around and smile. she was grabbing stuff and putting in a cream colored knitted bag. you saw a few things in it like sun-screen, glasses and two towels. “hey, hun." she said kindly, setting the bag up on the door to her closet, the door she painted last summer.
there were light blue waves tinted yellow by a growing sunset going up the door. she said she painted it before going back to school this year, kind of doing it to escape the fact that she had to go to a new school after the move. then you met. and the rest is history. ew no, remind me not to say that again.
you grabbed the edges of her gray throw blanket, pulling it over your shoulders and holding it against your chest as robin walked over to you. she stood in front of you, moving your messy hair from your eyes and smiling. you smiled back at her and pointed at the bag, speaking softly as you did. “you could've woken me up, I would've helped with whatever that is." you said as you looked back up at her, seeing her admiring your face before shaking her head gently. “you know I would've never done that." She said with a small laugh, walking over to the bag and holding it up on her pointer finger as she leaned against the door. a small smirk painted on her lips that spilled over to her other features, lightening her eyes. “you wanna go to the beach?"
after you both got dressed, you headed out to her Cadillac. y’know, the ones that’s barely working and has gotten you pulled over twice, you love her. you ran my fingers over the edge cherry red exterior of the metal before pulling on the silver handle and sitting in the passenger seat. you looked near my head and saw the familiar red flower stitched into the headrest and smiled softly, meeting robin’s gaze as she sat in the drivers seat.
she was wearing jean shorts that went up to her mid thigh and a light blue flannel that covered most of her swimsuit top. you smiled softly as you reached out and held the edges of the shirt in your hands. small, patchy, lilac flowers overflowed all over the fabric, something she did when she was bored a few days ago. you let go and smiled at her, taking the knitted bag from her hands and setting it down on her floorboards near you red converse. you took a red and green tube top from her closet that you were now wearing paired with the small jean shorts you packed the day before. your hair was up in a messy bun, overflowing and coming in front of your face.
robin turned the car on, taking a few tries but she did it eventually. as she did, the radio came to life, the loud sounds of david bowie filling the car as she began to drive out of the driveway. “Oh hell yeah,” she said in an excited tone, turning the radio up and letting it move through the car. you smiled softly, putting your hand out of the window and feeling the warm summer air flowing through the car and onto your face. you closed my eyes, humming the song softly as you let your hand move to the beat of the song. you whispered the lyrics to yourself as she drove through the streets of hawkins. you slowly moved my hand over to robin’s, grazing over her knuckles with your finger. you turned my head over seeing her bite her lip and bring her gaze back to the road. she moved her hand over, taking yours in her own. you smiled nervously, pushing yourself down into your seat and moving your other hand to your lap. you turned your head over to look at robin again, cheekbone pressing into the headrest. you moved my eyes down her face, trailing over her features and just taking her in the exact same way you did when you first saw her. you moved my eyes over her freckles, sighing as you noticed the different shades of beige splattered across her skin. you continued admiring her for a moment before looking out of the windshield, seeing the waves pushing up against the shore, following after your car.
you ran down the crystal white sand, hand in hand as you laughed. “baby, slow down.” robin choked out over a laugh, letting go of your hand as you sprinted forwards on the beach, your feet pressing deep into the sand.
you turned around, arms twirling over your torso as you pointed at the floor beneath you. “let’s set up here!” you yelled back at her as she nodded, a bright smile covering her light lips. when she reached you, you smiled, taking her hand in yours and whispering. “you’re slow.” you said with a cocky laugh, smiling so hard you could see your canines. she scrunched her nose at you and fake laughed, pulling the towel out of her bag. she unfolded it as you watched, both of your hands on your hips as you just stared over at the waves. you saw each one crash into the shore, violent and tearing over each other as if they were killers. you took a breath, inhaling a small breath of air as your eyes moved back to robin. she was throwing the towel up, letting air rush through it freely as she set it against the sand. you smiled at her, moving your tube top off your body as she unbuttoned her flannel. your threw your shirt on the towel, crossing your arms as robin grabbed her book. you eyed her for a moment, shifting as you took her book from her hands with a sigh. “What’re you doing?” you asked, my eyes following her as she pouted.
“I was going to read but seems like you don’t like that idea…” she said softly, moving her hand up to take her book back. you stepped back, shaking your head with a smile. you fell onto your knees, looking into her dark eyes with a smirk. “we’re swimming, get up.” you stood up, holding her book firmly in your hand. she tilted her head over, looking at you pointedly as she smiled softly.
you leaned backwards, a grin covering your face as you looked over at the thrashing waves again, shades of blue and white spilling out like paint over a bleak canvas. an idea flooded your senses, taking control over your whole body and moving your limbs, grasping her book as you walked backwards. “Fine.” you said in a gentle tone, hints of teasing pouring out of the edges of the word, sending robin up on her feet. she held her hand out, her eyes flickering from the book to your face as she realized what you were planning.
she uttered your name as a small warning, edge covering her voice as she stepped closer to you. a surge of energy burst through you, throwing you around and sending you bolting straight for the cold tide. you heard Harper shout out your name, chasing after you. you laughed softly, holding your hands above your head as you shoved your body into the freezing water. you recoiled immediately, turning around and seeing robin getting in as well, a frown covering her face. you smiled up at her, holding out her book and speaking softly. “You got in.” you said smugly, biting your bottom lip and allowing her to grab the book from your grip. she smirked, splashing her hand down on the water in front of you. you gasped lightly, scrunching your body up the moment the frigid drops hit your skin. she smirked, her tongue covering her canine as she spoke back. “payback.”
you rolled my eyes, stepping closer to her and placing a hand around her neck, seeing her blush softly when your skin came in contact with hers. you leaned forwards, pushing your body on hers as you gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, feeling warm again. you felt her hands wrap around your waist, the pages of her book tracing your back. she pulled away slowly, smiling against your lips as she moved her hand to your shoulder, pushing you gently into the freezing water below. you gasped, water going down your lungs as you thrashed around for a moment, finding your footing and coughing up the salty water. you sighed finally, putting a hand on your chest and searching the waves for robin. you looked back at the shore, seeing her wiping off her body with a towel and a smug smirk, watching you as she did. you felt a small grin coming over your lips, turning your face a soft shade of pink.
ianowt post canon!!!! like show who syd was talking to, aftermath of the guys head being blown up etc
𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: golden years by david bowie
a/n: this is done in bullletpoint format because i haven't watched the show for an entire year.
content: established relationship, mention of gore (rip brad), mainly some angst but fluff towards the end! 0.4k words
love me anyway / sydney novak
𖦹 blood. fucking. everywhere. you were relatively close to where sydney was because you wanted to protect her, which means you were a front row witness to the "show."
𖦹 immediately following sydney as she leaves the school and just paces the hallways in silence. you, tugging on her arm, trying to get her to say literally anything to you, but she simply just shrugs it off and shoves her way out of the building.
𖦹 running down the street together, outfits both soaked in copious amounts of blood.
"syd--" you murmur, body spent from all the running. you tug her into some alleyway, her eyes wide with shock and dog tags dripping with red.
your hands find her shoulders, eyes locked on her own, trying frustratingly hard to get her to chill the hell out for a single second so you can speak to her and know she's listening.
"syd, breathe, please." you whispered, guiding her face up to meet you for the first time.
and she shatters.
there's a very obvious tell that sydney has before she cries, and that's the fact that her brows furrow inwards slightly. she crumbles into your arms, tearing gushing all over your shoulder as she tugs on the edges of your clothes. it's like she's trying to drag you down to the floor. and you let her.
you sit together for a while, probably close to an hour as she just sobs into your sides, burrowing directly in the comfortable cloth of your outfit.
𖦹 you probably force her to go to her house or your own, letting her take a shower first.
𖦹 sitting outside of the bathroom and just hearing the water rushing, hands on your knees in silence as you simply just wait for the inevitable.
𖦹 laying together in the bed as you hold her, her body curled up into your own as she mumbles into your chest, finally telling you what the hell had been up with her for genuine weeks.
𖦹 whispering gentle words that you don't care and that you "love her anyways."
𖦹 you wait until you can hear her breathing even out until you can finally fall asleep. because you already lost one person, sydney will not be next.
@strangergraphics for the dividers <3
au revoir! have a great day, a great night, and a great life!
a/n: based on the rec "Natalie x shy reader dating fluff" @ashtonslefb0ob
content: secret relationship ooo, just straight fluff (as per request, i got you, babe), just a tad bit of angst, nightmares, 1.5k words
sweet secret / natalie scatorccio
now, since when did you ever care about soccer before? and what in the hell made you start? well, the answer is currently weaving a ball between her legs as she laughs on the field, lines of sheen sweat covering her forehead.
one of her signature cocky laughs falls from between her lips as she ends up kicking the ball past van, straight into the goal.
you had become assistant to misty, always helping out with setting up the field and coming along to away games as an honorary equipment manager. all for your girl.
"jesus, nat. again?" taissa says from the edge of the field, panting as she comes closer to nat, who was absolutely beaming at the third goal she made in a row.
she shrugged, fiddling with the ring on her finger that you had given her. "i just have my good luck charm on me today." her words are punctuated by a smile and a wink to you in the bleachers. and it's safe to say you are absolutely preening at the attention.
after about fifteen more minutes of watching her practice, coach martinez calls it for the day, and she immediately makes her way over to you.
"hey, baby." she whispers, leaning in close enough that only you could hear her. "how'd i do?"
your entire body is practically thrumming at the proximity and the gravelly rasp of her voice. it was one of your favorite things about her, how she always managed to just sound good. "mhm, you were great, nat."
she smiled, her fingers trailing over the cool edge of the bleachers, the space between you two growing smaller and smaller with each passing second. "just great? come on, you can do better than that, doll."
if you were blushing before, it was about ten times worse now. your fingers fall to your lap, messing with the hem of your pants as you glare at her through your brows, silently begging her to knock it the hell off. "you were phenomenal," you said through a smile, seeming to please her as she leaned away from you and grabbed her bag, plucking your fingers straight out of your lap and tugging you down the bleachers.
just like every day, nat walks you home (like a sweetheart, might i add). her hand is interlinked with your own, in typical 'best friend" fashion, of course. no one knows yet about the two of you being together, but she swears that she will tell people eventually. eventually just seems years away whenever you have to hide your love for one of the best things that's ever happened to you.
"so, the party tonight, are we all set to go?" she asks, her voice pulling you from the momentary wandering your mind had become so accustomed to.
a frown etches onto your lips, a gentle sigh falling from between your teeth. this was one of the many joys of high school for most, but for you? it was a patriarchal nightmare. and before you could even begin to voice your complaints, natalie beats you to it.
"we don't have to go," she reassures, which immediately sparks a rambling from you.
"nat, no--" that she is infinitely quick to cut off.
"it's fine, babe. we can have a sleepover at your place." she says, eyes coated with thick, smudged eyeliner meeting your own in the most sympathetic way possible. she knows how bad those parties can be for you and even feels slightly bad she had pushed to go to one with you in the first place. "we can watch some shitty romcom and make out and have the best night of our lives, no party included."
her words elicit a small warmth blooming in your chest, the tug of her hand in yours grounding you as you offer a small nod. "okay."
the copy of bound that you borrowed from your parents is finishing up as you pull away from nat, breathing heavily and laughing at some stupid comment she made. both of you are in a set of pjs you let her borrow, the bright colors looking way too good on her.
you sigh and check your clock on the side of the bed, seeing that it was well past 1 in the morning.
"shit," you mumbled, picking up the half-empty bowl of popcorn and bringing it to the kitchen as she followed, her steps ever so slightly hinting at a tired linger.
her arms wrap around your waist as you dump out the rest of the popcorn, nuzzling her face into your neck with a gentle murmur. "you're so soft."
a giggle releases from your chest, rolling your eyes as the bowl is forgotten entirely, and she drags you right back to your room. you could never get too far away from her. she shoves you down onto the bed, draping all of her limbs over your own, small kisses pressed to your neck as she mumbles something about being tired.
the peace of such a domestic moment has you feeling the same way, placing a gentle kiss on her head as you both drift into sleep.
the next day, you two wake up and board the plane, both still feeling the aftereffects of your grogginess in full effect against your bodies. a sharp jolt of the plane has you feeling slightly more awake, anxiously eyeing nat.
"did you feel that?" you whispered, to which she replied with a soft mumble that it was okay and just continued to rub your hand more.
you nodded, looking out the window to see the plane slightly angled downwards. that's not normal. a moment later, a red light flashes above the head, the sound of the PA ringing out in a warning that something had malfunctioned. you stopped listening after those words. all that mattered was that the plane was going down. fast.
nat's words become muddied in your ear as you feel the steady descent grow quicker and quicker, green trees coming into view as oxygen masks drop down in front of you. you quickly fumble to put yours on, tears beginning to sprout in your eyes, as you pull natalie closer.
the impact is jarring, leaving you ever so slightly dazed and dizzy. you feel a tightness in your leg as you try to follow natalie out, her tugging you up out of your seat. only, you are stuck, fighting against the metal that holds you down as you scream, pleading for help.
the sound of your own ragged breathing wakes you up, a cold sweat dripping down your shirt as the realization comes to you: you're in bed. safe.
tears still overcome you, a sharp ache in your head forming as your heart does absolutely nothing to stop its frantic pounding against your chest. you feel a hand grip your wrist, that same familiar rasp filling your ears.
"breathe, baby, breathe," she instructs, her free hand going over your chest and rubbing it. "tell me five things you can see." she starts, coaching you through the panic as your eyes meet hers.
"i can see…" you start, swallowing the spit that accumulated in your throat. "you, the window… the bed, my room, and…" you stop for a moment, tears flooding your vision. she waits for you to finish, just brushing her hands against your skin. "and… my hoodie on the floor."
she smiles, whispering ever so softly to you. "good job, that was great. four things you can touch." she prompts.
"You..." you say with a smile, immediately flicking back to that frown that had set in your face. "the comforter, my shirt, and… and the pillow."
she continues this for a while, allowing you to acclimate back to what you remembered. she questions you for a moment, trying to find out what had you coiled so tightly.
"the plane… i had a dream that it… crashed." you admitted, tears ready to spring from your eyes once more. she shook her head, brushing her fingers against your cheeks.
"doll, i promise, that won't happen. i'll be there with you the whole time, i swear. we'll be alright." she reassures, cool eyes meeting your own in an ocean of sapphire. a new pang arises in your chest as you whisper delicately,
"when are we going to tell people about us?" you ask. the question seems to take her back a bit, eyes widening and fingers stilling on your skin. she sighs, nodding slowly.
"after nationals, love. after we win." she promised, fingers tightening around your wrist once more before gently linking with your own. "we'll be okay; we'll do it together."
and with that, she helps you lie down, cuddling you up into her chest. you fall asleep to the sound of her gentle breathing and the prospect that yes, you will be alright. just the two of you.
what's the worst that could happen?
if you are ever feeling anxious, that method is called the 5-4-3-2-1 method and it works so well at grounding people. please use it if you need to.
au revoir! have a great day, a great night, or a great life! <3
Can I request a Robin Buckley fic where Robin makes pancakes with chocolate for reader?
𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: true love waits (live in oslo) by radiohead
a/n: i did this one in bulletpoint form because i just thought it fit better, but thank you sm!! this is so cute :(
content: robin being cute, kissing, 0.3k words
personal chef / robin buckley
☆ waking up to an empty bed, not knowing where the fuck your girlfriend is until you smell something burning and immediately dash to the kitchen, seeing her covered in mounds of flour and burning eggs somehow
☆ she definitely gives up and decides to make you chocolate pancakes, assuring you that you don't need to do anything. you sit on the counter and watch her, terrified she will burn down your apartment at any moment
☆ she also is the type of person to toss chocolate chips at you and see if you can catch them in your mouth
☆ once she gets comfortable enough with you or you have a joint house, she definitely has matching oven mitts or gloves she uses specifically for baking
☆ she also puts on bowie and cyndi lauper and sings with the whisk, forcing you to get up and twirl around the kitchen with her even if you don't know the song (she will sing the lyrics so loud in your ear you can't help but remember them)
☆ she also 100% has some stories about baking or cooking where she screwed up and accidentally messed up an entire recipe. or she has a backstory for chocolate pancakes that she will drag out for the whole process of making them
☆ she also dumps around half of the bag into one pancake, and trust me she will demolish it later
☆ she's definitely tried to make you other meals before for breakfast but will always reset to this as her default. it's just easy!
☆ she always serves it to you with some fancy plating to make it look more appetizing or pretty (just for you of course!)
☆ "one day, in europe, i'll learn to make us chocolate croissants so you don't have to keep eating this every day."
☆ small kisses where you can taste the chocolate on her lips <3
@hyuneskkami for the dividers!
au revoir! have a great night, a great day, or a great life! <3
a/n: based of the req "300 & 298 robin buckley" - the robin brain rot is hitting HARD.
content: mutual pining, fluff, kissing, barely making out,
how to properly fall in love / robin buckley
now while i'm not exactly sure how you ended up in robin buckley's bed, feet propped on the wall and hands lightly brushing each other, words dripping from her mouth like a leaking faucet, i can say in full confidence that it is the most flustered you have ever been.
if you asked anybody but robin, they wouldn't even know your full name. but she knew more than that. she knew your birthday, what you want to do with your life, where you want to go, and your favorite movies (which she has on tape!). , god, just everything.
so maybe that's why you fell for her in sophomore year. or maybe it's because she's the only person in hawkins who wants out of it. or maybe it's the million freckles shrouding over her face and arms that you definitely will not stay up tonight counting. or maybe, just maybe, it's because robin, is robin.
what could be better than that?
the topic for her current never-ending ramble was prom. and while robin is not a prom person, trust she has some ideas about the whole night.
"it just feels so archaic!" robin said, hands following her words (even if they looked a little lost). "i mean, doesn't anyone else think it's weird that our country threw off monarchy only to keep reenacting it?" you've learned that when she starts, she physically cannot stop.
"i do." your voice emerges for the first time in the past forty minutes, words tainted with a tilt of your head to meet Robin's pools of blue in her eyes.
she shakes her head, like that just isn't enough. "you're different."
"how?" you ask, fingers reaching out to shove her shoulder, bending your legs at the knee to bring them down to your chest. "tell me what you're thinking."
now in her world, that got her. that got her good. now you can't see the way her brain is working overtime now to not just ignore the question entirely and stare at you, but trust me, it is. and while you might not notice the way her hands are twitching to touch your face, god knows that she is in way too deep.
suddenly, you do notice her eyes flicker with a hint of disappointment before she goes back to staring at the ceiling, continuing her rant. "I think dates are stupid too. why should our presence be counted by what guy we have on our shoulder the whole night? it's practically just a time for gross boyfriends to be gross."
you sighed, joining her in staring directly up at the popcorn ceiling, silently wondering if you were staring at the same patch. "that's because you've never had a date." after this leaves your mouth, you find yourself drawn up ever so slightly, sitting in an upright position in front of her.
"the boys at our school suck," she countered.
"i never said a guy, buckley." you responded.
her ears suddenly perk up, and she sits up straight to match you. both of your legs are crisscrossed, hands awkwardly tossed in your laps. your eyes meet again, and suddenly there's this unspoken confidence, like you're just ready.
for the first time, she sees you. fully sees you. and god, is it gorgeous.
Your hand gently reaches up from your lap, taking a small stop on your own knee as your body leans forward, not daring to remove your eyes from robin at all.
"you can hold my hand if it'd help." her voice blurts out. like i said, she can't stop.
and you take that invitation in full stride, hands interlinking together in her lap. and her confidence feels like it surges through you, lips forming around the words before your brain could fully process saying them out loud.
"you can kiss me if it'd help."
oh, her face turns red. and it is absolutely adorable.
she awkwardly leans in, sighing shakily as she looks up at you one final time, your nod giving her the approval and the push she very much needed.
her soft lips press into your own carefully, tentatively. and in a moment, it's transformed. she kisses you a bit hungrier, her free hand going to your waist and pulling you closer to her. her tongue slips into your mouth the same time your body unfolds and lands in her lap.
her hands roam over your shirt carefully, fingers twisting around the cotton shirt that she had gifted you. (you definitely did not steal it.) her mouth opens a bit to whisper in your own, "this is helping."
a giggle is stifled by her mouth, heavy breaths and gasps falling against each other, proving that people could genuinely mix. and it wasn't bad.
her hand gently slips under your shirt, cold rings colliding with skin that was definitely overheating. okay, let me rephrase: this was the most flustered you've ever been.
you pull away just a tad, whispering, "right now?"
she only responds with a grin, hushed murmurs falling from her smirking lips. "do you trust me?" and with a short moment of thought,
"you know i do."
@hyuneskkami for the dividers
au revoir! have a great night, a great day, or a great life!
²⁾ “say that again, but take all the words bigger than two syllables out for me.”
³⁾ “you never came to bed last night.”
⁴⁾ “ibuprofen and a red bull is not breakfast.”
⁵⁾ “where the fuck have you been?!”
⁶⁾ “i can’t believe you told him.”
⁷⁾ “look, all i’m trying to tell you i- oh god, no, please don’t cry.”
⁸⁾ “taxi- taxi!”
⁹⁾ “i broke it off last night.”
¹⁰⁾ “no way that’s true.”
¹¹⁾ “i’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house.”
¹²⁾ “red’s definitely your colour.”
¹³⁾ “i don’t even want to know how the glitter got there.”
¹⁴⁾ “second time the electric’s been cut off so far.”
¹⁵⁾ “come on, the water’s fine!”
¹⁶⁾ “i’m so mad at you for this, but i’m angrier at myself for knowing i’ll forgive you for it.”
¹⁷⁾ “nice tan lines.”
¹⁸⁾ “christ, i don’t know how you drink that shit.”
¹⁹⁾ “that was the best meal i’ve eaten in years.”
²⁰⁾ “i got fired yesterday.”
²¹⁾ “are those handcuffs?!”
²²⁾ “hell of defense to put on for someone you say you don’t care about anymore.”
²³⁾ “i love you, i swear it, but not enough to watch another western.”
²⁴⁾ “just hold the ladder, and i’ll do the rest.”
²⁵⁾ “is there any chilli powder left in the cupboard, or is it all on my plate?!”
²⁶⁾ “i know what exes are, and i know you two aren’t them.”
²⁷⁾ “please, please just leave me alone.”
²⁸⁾ “neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me how you got that shiner.”
²⁹⁾ “fucking liar.”
³⁰⁾ “scooch over, i’m about to fall off.”
³¹⁾ “i nicked your shirt on my way out- i hope you don’t mind.”
³²⁾ “the cold will kill us before they can if we don’t find shelter.”
³³⁾ “just- please, can’t you see she’s in pain?!”
³⁴⁾ “a pint of coors and a passionfruit martini, plea- no, i told you, i’m not calling it that!”
³⁶⁾ “only you could crochet in a time like this.”
³⁷⁾ “they know i hate boats!”
³⁸⁾ “your mother called.”
³⁹⁾ “i can smell vodka and bubblegum toothpaste on your breath, and i’m totally sure which concerns me more.”
⁴⁰⁾ “it’s midnight, please turn off the jazz.”
⁴¹⁾ “i didn’t read that book, but i slept behind [name] in bed every night for a week while they did.”
⁴²⁾ “please, we need a doctor!”
⁴³⁾ “you’ve done shitty things to me before but you’ve never been cruel.”
⁴⁴⁾ “normally i can get behind your stress baking because of how much i benefit from it, but come on. it’s two in the night; what is a red velvet cake going to fix that some sleep won’t?”
⁴⁵⁾ “i found an earring under the passenger seat.”
⁴⁶⁾ “please, if the choice is between ice cream for breakfast or whiskey, choose the fucking ice cream.”
⁴⁷⁾ “you’re still bleeding- stop and let me look at it.”
⁴⁸⁾ “we’ve been broken up for a year now. you’ve got no right to look at me like that.”
⁴⁹⁾ “mama will be home soon, promise.”
⁵⁰⁾ “in the name of the father- “
⁵¹⁾ “i’m going to lose them either way. better they hate me and live, than love me and die.”
⁵²⁾ “you have a son?!”
⁵³⁾ “boss wants to see you.”
⁵⁴⁾ “i figured we were close, i just didn’t think it was “call me at two in the morning from a police station” kind of close.”
⁵⁵⁾ “are we just going to ignore that massive rock on your finger?”
⁵⁶⁾ “you of all people don’t get to question my parenting skills.”
⁵⁷⁾ “is that a fucking chicken?!”
⁵⁸⁾ “fuck- you’re hurting me!”
⁵⁹⁾ “mind the puddles.”
⁶⁰⁾ “you’re sick. you’re not going into work, end of story.”
⁶¹⁾ “what on earth are you wearing?!”
⁶²⁾ “she’s too old for you.”
⁶³⁾ “you play mario kart like it’s your first day on earth.”
⁶⁴⁾ “you’re gonna break an ankle walking in those heels.”
⁶⁵⁾ “if it was important, you would’ve remembered i don’t answer fucking calls!”
⁶⁶⁾ “late night?”
⁶⁷⁾ “i’m terrified.”
⁶⁸⁾ “i’ll call you when i land, yeah?”
⁶⁹⁾ “try and get some sleep, pet.”
⁷⁰⁾ “where is that blood coming from?!”
⁷¹⁾ “it is sheeps or sheepses?”
⁷²⁾ “so you can fold a paper crane from a candy wrapper, but you don’t know your times tables.”
⁷³⁾ “clerk said they only have one room left.”
⁷⁴⁾ “why did you get an apartment on the eighth fucking floor?”
⁷⁵⁾ “it’s snowing!”
⁷⁶⁾ “when the shooting starts, stay down and only look at me, okay?”
⁷⁷⁾ “how fucking dare you- i am married.”
⁷⁸⁾ “we should be safe here.”
⁷⁹⁾ “i’m at the store, what kind of monster did you want again? and don’t say ultra violet, i’m not bringing that filth into the house.”
⁸⁰⁾ “the cat misses you.”
⁸¹⁾ “i’ve been having nightmares again.”
⁸²⁾ “i can practically hear your stomach growling. come fill up a plate.”
⁸³⁾ “i’m proud of you, kid.”
⁸⁴⁾ “are you sure you’re not mad at me?”
⁸⁵⁾ “please don’t tell me you lost it.”
⁸⁶⁾ “wanna pick the movie?”
⁸⁷⁾ “bit late for boxing, no?”
⁸⁸⁾ “i don’t care if it’s harmless, kill it!!”
⁸⁹⁾ “if you so much as look in their direction again, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
⁹⁰⁾ “do you wanna go out sometime?”
⁹¹⁾ “is- is that [name]’s shirt?”
⁹²⁾ “c’mon, sit with me a minute.”
⁹³⁾ “good boy!”
⁹⁴⁾ “no, fuck- i can’t swim!”
⁹⁵⁾ “your friends are unbearable.”
⁹⁶⁾ “oh, kill me now.”
⁹⁷⁾ “can i bum a light?”
⁹⁸⁾ “just listen to me for once in your life!”
⁹⁹⁾ “someone call an ambulance!”
¹⁰⁰⁾ “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you in pink before.”
¹⁰¹⁾ “i told you i was done talking about it.”
¹⁰²⁾ “the lock’s broken- i think someone’s inside.”
¹⁰³⁾ “you kept it.”
¹⁰⁴⁾ “i have somewhere to be; make it quick.”
¹⁰⁵⁾ “you’re unbelievable.”
¹⁰⁶⁾ “they never meant anything to you, did they?”
¹⁰⁷⁾ “is the point of giving me such bad advice to force me into seeing an actual therapist?”
¹⁰⁸⁾ “your smile makes my day.”
¹⁰⁹⁾ “how do you remember where all my jewellery goes?”
¹¹⁰⁾ “… but you’re definitely nothing more than coworkers. sure.”
¹¹¹⁾ “i’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”
¹¹²⁾ “can i help with your hair?”
¹¹³⁾ “i always forget how pretty the city looks at night.”
¹¹⁴⁾ “the dog, for all his failings, did not do that and i’m taking it personally on his part that you’re trying to claim he did.”
¹¹⁵⁾ “you have many strengths; all i’m saying is that parallel parking is not one of them.”
¹¹⁶⁾ “let me drive you home.”
¹¹⁷⁾ “thanks for bringing me in on this ritual of yours.”
¹¹⁸⁾ “what time do you have to be at court?”
¹¹⁹⁾ “do you, uh- do you maybe wanna get dinner, sometime? like, with me?”
¹²⁰⁾ “i’m- *achoo* a-allergic to one kind of- *achoo* of flowers in the whole world, and you- *cough* really m-manage to pick them out for me?”
¹²¹⁾ “table for three, please.”
¹²²⁾ “you’re getting so grey. i’m kind of liking it.”
¹²³⁾ “of course i noticed.”
¹²⁴⁾ “hey, quit forcing yourself to talk before you lose your voice altogether.”
¹²⁵⁾ “please, please wake up.”
¹²⁶⁾ “was anything you said true?”
¹²⁷⁾ “get in the fucking car!”
¹²⁸⁾ “where’d you get that?”
¹²⁹⁾ “you put me through so much, and still all i can think about is how i’d do it all again if you asked me to.”
¹³⁰⁾ “i’ll stay while you sleep. nothing’s gonna happen while i’m here, okay?”
¹³¹⁾ “you said you wanted to talk it out but all you’re doing is shouting at me!”
¹³²⁾ “we broke up a few days ago. i guess i was too embarrassed to tell you after you warned me about them.”
¹³³⁾ “family don’t pull this kind of shit on each other.”
¹³⁴⁾ “i phoned in sick. i’m yours for the day, if you’ll have me.”
¹³⁵⁾ “i’ll make the reservation, you just worry about turning up looking half as good as you do right now.”
¹³⁶⁾ “that’s still how you take your tea, isn’t it?”
¹³⁷⁾ “stop throwing those damn paper planes at me!”
¹³⁸⁾ “i’m so c-cold.”
¹³⁹⁾ “… i can hear meowing.”
¹⁴⁰⁾ “want some?”
¹⁴¹⁾ “fuck all of them, anyway.”
¹⁴²⁾ “i could look at your tattoos all day.”
¹⁴³⁾ “ever considered sending me flowers without a keycard for a hotel room tucked inside?”
¹⁴⁴⁾ “i made coffee.”
¹⁴⁵⁾ “c’mon, sit with me a minute.”
¹⁴⁶⁾ “fuck, they’re gonna flank us- get someone on the south wall, now!”
¹⁴⁷⁾ “christ, get up.”
¹⁴⁸⁾ “put some pants on.”
¹⁴⁹⁾ “it’s over!”
¹⁵⁰⁾ “not another broken bed frame.”
¹⁵¹⁾ “that thong really brings out your eyes.”
¹⁵²⁾ “you’ve already stolen from me; don’t twist the knife by lying about it, too.”
¹⁵³⁾ “... i thought you locked the back door.”
¹⁵⁴⁾ “they were saying awful things about you. every last one of them had it coming.”
¹⁵⁵⁾ “so you had a can of monster and a pack of sour patch kids for breakfast eight hours ago, and you really don’t understand why you have a headache?”
¹⁵⁶⁾ “i think someone’s in the house.”
¹⁵⁷⁾ “walk me home?”
¹⁵⁸⁾ “this song reminds me of you.”
¹⁵⁹⁾ “can you pick up some eggs on your way home?”
¹⁶⁰⁾ “i’ve got a flat tire.”
¹⁶¹⁾ “you broke his fucking nose!”
¹⁶²⁾ “do you remember the room number?”
¹⁶³⁾ “i can’t see anything.”
¹⁶⁴⁾ “lab results are back.”
¹⁶⁵⁾ “is it really so hard to pick up the damn phone when i call?”
¹⁶⁶⁾ “don’t you dare run.”
¹⁶⁷⁾ “bulleit, please. neat.”
¹⁶⁸⁾ “will you marry me?”
¹⁶⁹⁾ “how did you get tickets?!”
¹⁷⁰⁾ “your tie’s all crooked.”
¹⁷¹⁾ “license and insurance, please.”
¹⁷²⁾ “i’ll get a nurse in to do your sutures, and then we’ll send you on your way.”
¹⁷³⁾ “you’re a dead man.”
¹⁷⁴⁾ “you’re the worst thing to ever happen to me.”
¹⁷⁵⁾ “no, this is her secretary. i can take a message, if you’d like?”
¹⁷⁶⁾ “the money’s gone.”
¹⁷⁷⁾ “yeah, but it’ll cost you.”
¹⁷⁸⁾ “we need to find that phone.”
¹⁷⁹⁾ “can i crash here tonight?”
¹⁸⁰⁾ “i, um… i saw you. online.”
¹⁸¹⁾ “what do you mean husband?!”
¹⁸²⁾ “the fire’s growing- we need to keep moving.”
¹⁸³⁾ “your lipstick’s all over me!”
¹⁸⁴⁾ “four broken ribs… fuck.”
¹⁸⁵⁾ “what happened in shanghai?”
¹⁸⁶⁾ “you and these awful horror movies!”
¹⁸⁷⁾ “next door’s cat is back. do you remember where i put the kibble?”
¹⁸⁸⁾ “glitter and faux fur. classy.”
¹⁸⁹⁾ “since when were you blonde?!”
¹⁹⁰⁾ “do i even want to know?”
¹⁹¹⁾ “we were by a river. that’s all i remember.”
¹⁹²⁾ “please, let me call you a cab.”
¹⁹³⁾ “my hands are killing me, get these damn zipties off.”
¹⁹⁴⁾ “you don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to.”
¹⁹⁵⁾ “i read your last article. you’re not half bad at this shit.”
¹⁹⁶⁾ “is now a bad time to say i’m afraid of heights.”
¹⁹⁷⁾ “- quick, hide!”
¹⁹⁸⁾ “test came back negative.”
¹⁹⁹⁾ “say, ah.”
²⁰⁰⁾ “some friends they turned out to be.”
²⁰¹⁾ “you look oddly good in sequins.”
²⁰²⁾ “now there’s a headline: murder in mittens.”
²⁰³⁾ “we need to swab your hands for gunpowder residue.”
²⁰⁴⁾ “black, three sugars.”
²⁰⁵⁾ “i need you to listen to me, okay? this cannot happen again. ever.”
²⁰⁶⁾ “we shouldn’t be here.”
²⁰⁷⁾ “if you’re going to be such a die-hard fan, could you please start picking better teams? for my sake?”
²⁰⁸⁾ “… did you make me a packed lunch?”
²⁰⁹⁾ “i got a little bit stabbed.”
²¹⁰⁾ “no, it’s too late; you’re not walking home alone.”
²¹¹⁾ “i don’t care if she’s ten, she cannot be led to believe that derek is an acceptable name for a cat!”
²¹²⁾ “they were just here.”
²¹³⁾ “oh captain, my captai- “
²¹⁴⁾ “come to my room in ten.”
²¹⁵⁾ “no part of this was in the training manual.”
²¹⁶⁾ “i think i’m gonna lie down for a bit.”
²¹⁷⁾ “i can’t come out tonight, i’ve got to re-pot my roses.”
²¹⁸⁾ “you kick like an ass in your sleep.”
²¹⁹⁾ “i think we kissed.”
²²⁰⁾ “i never want to be a burden to you.”
²²¹⁾ “there’s someone in the trees.”
²²²⁾ “where’s that smoke coming from?”
²²³⁾ “my sheets smell like you.”
²²⁴⁾ “what did sarge say?”
²²⁵⁾ “the funeral’s at ten.”
²²⁶⁾ “she’s asystolic.”
²²⁷⁾ “it’s too loud in here. i’m going to start biting people.”
²²⁸⁾ “give it back!”
²²⁹⁾ “don’t make me call the cops!”
²³⁰⁾ “we tried everything. i’m sorry.”
²³¹⁾ “another round?”
²³²⁾ “come on the carousel with me, and i’ll think about it.”
²³³⁾ “this is why we didn’t stay married.”
²³⁴⁾ “i like your hair.”
²³⁵⁾ “homicide are on the way.”
²³⁶⁾ “i just ran.”
²³⁷⁾ “want a drink?”
²³⁸⁾ “i’m scared of the things i feel for you.”
²³⁹⁾ “can you remember anything about last night?”
²⁴⁰⁾ “you left this at mine.”
²⁴¹⁾ “i made us a reservation.”
²⁴²⁾ “pass the goddamn ball!”
²⁴³⁾ “someone cut the brake lights.”
²⁴⁴⁾ “wanna come to vegas with me?”
²⁴⁵⁾ “… did you use my body wash?”
²⁴⁶⁾ “go shower, then we’ll talk.”
²⁴⁷⁾ “how dare you say something like that to me!”
²⁴⁸⁾ “there’s a letter for you.”
²⁴⁹⁾ “i need to see you. now.”
²⁵⁰⁾ “i’ll kick this fucking door open!”
²⁵¹⁾ “don’t look at me like that.”
²⁵²⁾ “i can’t do this anymore.”
²⁵³⁾ “got a light?”
²⁵⁴⁾ “i don’t care if we both get hypothermia, i’m not sharing a sleeping bag with you!”
²⁵⁵⁾ “do you hate me?”
²⁵⁶⁾ “please don’t leave.”
²⁵⁷⁾ “i’m sorry i missed dinner.”
²⁵⁸⁾ “i have a name, and it’s sure as hell not kid.”
²⁵⁹⁾ “you are a grown man, don’t pout.”
²⁶⁰⁾ “ah, look who’s awake.”
²⁶¹⁾ “if you’re after a ransom, i’m sorry to say you picked the wrong person.”
²⁶²⁾ “don’t you dare track all that sawdust in here! leave your boots at the door.”
²⁶³⁾ “if you’re not here to pay my tab, you can leave.”
²⁶⁴⁾ “you’re so warm.”
²⁶⁵⁾ “bit kinky for a monday morning, don’t you think?”
²⁶⁶⁾ “not again!”
²⁶⁷⁾ “i think i pulled something.”
²⁶⁸⁾ “kiss me.”
²⁶⁹⁾ “watcha reading?”
²⁷⁰⁾ “i ordered room service. possibly on your card.”
²⁷¹⁾ “this isn’t gonna work out.”
²⁷²⁾ “i saved you a seat.”
²⁷³⁾ “the dog got ahold of your scarf.”
²⁷⁴⁾ “i want to see my son.”
²⁷⁵⁾ “my friend’s an ass, i’m sorry.”
²⁷⁶⁾ “please, she could scare the balls off a brass monkey with a single look.”
²⁷⁷⁾ “you’re an almerciful pain the ass.”
²⁷⁸⁾ “give my compliments to the chef.”
²⁷⁹⁾ “wanna catch a movie at the weekend?”
²⁸⁰⁾ “you said i only had to stay for an hour- you got an hour and seven minutes! what more could you possibly want from me?!”
²⁸¹⁾ “i think i left my phone at the bar.”
²⁸²⁾ “... why is there a pool noodle in the hall?”
²⁸³⁾ “can you turn the lights off?”
²⁸⁴⁾ “was any of it real?”
²⁸⁵⁾ “do i want to know how you got that nickname.”
²⁸⁶⁾ “you’re like if an angel had a very severe ketamine problem.”
²⁸⁷⁾ “i think i fucked up my ankle last night.”
²⁸⁸⁾ “take the sunglasses off.”
²⁸⁹⁾ “i don’t know how i’m going to forgive you for this.”
²⁹⁰⁾ “i can’t believe i fell for this shit again.”
²⁹¹⁾ “morning, killer.”
²⁹²⁾ “who names a goldfish andrew?”
²⁹³⁾ “... i could’ve sworn you had too eyebrows last time we spoke.”
²⁹⁴⁾ “i’m scared shitless of dolls.”
²⁹⁵⁾ “how’d you get the shiner?”
²⁹⁶⁾ “here, let me help.”
²⁹⁷⁾ “look, my tomatoes are finally ripe!”
²⁹⁸⁾ “you can hold my hand, if it’d help.”
²⁹⁹⁾ “i brought you croissants. as like, um, an olive branch.”
if you could pick one (or two that go together) of these dialogue prompts, put them in the comments with someone you want me to write for, i’ll do it!!
snowghoul
andulkaphoto
baratheonpilled
jacobvanloon
germansingergirl