★ here will be every fic I add to this series! it'll be a mix of blurbs, headcanons and fics all based on one of my drs. it'll be primarily gn!reader but I may occasionally do male!reader for it. you can request for this as well, if you wish!
1. halloween costumes & anxiety || x
wilbur helps reader when he panics over negative words thrown at him by fans, halloween costumes included
he/him // cc!wilbur x male!reader // 3.2k
one sfw use of daddy, lots of petnames, anxious autistic coded reader, so fluffy yet angsty, some assholes in the lvjy fanbase, maybe swearing?
2. i prefer life with you, than without || x
wilbur gets a bit self conscious about his relationship with reader but you're quick to reassure him !
they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.4k
possible swearing, mentions and vague descriptions of parental fighting and childhood trauma, food mentions (no EDs), implied age gap (do what you will with that)
series taglist; @lillylvjy (dm or send ask to be added !!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
SHE’S LIVE EVERYONE... FIRST SUNNY FIC, WORST WIP I’VE EVER WRITTEN! Also the highest rated thing I’ve ever published, good god. Let’s pop some bottles to depravity babes!
disclaimer : this was written in 30 minutes bc i was upset, dont expect it to be any good k ?
Keefe missed her. He didn't always miss her, but it did happen, now and then, and God it hurt. It hurt even worse knowing he shouldn't. If she was dead, if she was gone, he might have felt like he had a right to feel this way, he supposed, but she wasn't. She was somewhere, alive, and he'd probably get to see her in the next few months.
Everything ached. He wrapped his arms around himself, which, predictably, didn't actually do anything to slow the closing in his throat, and soon enough he could feel tears pricking in his eyes. It was dumb. She was-- she made her choice, and it was her fault. She could have been here, they could have been a family, but instead ? Instead, all he was was a “legacy”. He wasn't just sad, he was angry, and lonely, and most of all he was mourning.
Was it even possible ? To mourn for someone who was alive, who wasn't even gone from his life yet ? He just-- wished he could have a mother, have the way Edaline was with Sophie, or the way Della was with Fitz, the way they'd rub circles in their backs when they were sad, or bring them a warm cup of cocoa when the nightmares just got too much.
He was trying to stop himself from breaking down into sobs -- not before dinner, Elwin would notice, of course he would, because he was a good person, a good parent, but it wasn't even enough for him. There was a knock on the door.
“Come in ?” Keefe croaked out, and how he hated the way his voice sounded.
“Kid ?” Elwin walked in, holding his mug of coffee, going from tired to tired, but worried in an instant. Keefe wasn't actually that good of an actor. “Did anything happen ?”
Keefe shook his head. Elwin sat down next to him on the bed, putting his cup down on the bedside table. “What's up ?”
Keefe let his head fall on Elwin’s shoulder, who just wrapped his arm around him, rubbing up and down on his arm with his thumb. “I just miss her i guess.” just saying it had him choked up, and Elwin didn't move, and soon enough he was sobbing i his shoulder. “I shouldn't. I shouldn't it's stupid ! She isn't gone, she isn’t-- she hasn't changed she's the same she just--”
Elwin rubbed circles in his shoulder. “I know, kid I know.”
They stayed there for a while, after. Keefe calmed down, his sobs stopped, and he was just left with slightly aching ribs and a dull sadness. “I don't think I miss her.” what was there to miss ? They hadn't exactly had the best relationship. “I guess i just… I wish I had a mom you know ?” it wasn't really a question, it was a fact, thrown out in the world for the first time.
He wished he'd had a mother. And he'd never get one and man did that twist a knife in his gut. He had an amazing dad, and he had amazing friends that loved him, but he'd never have a mother. His own mother hadn't wanted that with him. She never had. He was-- he was nothing to her.
He buried his face in Elwin’s neck and tried to breath and forget.
im not entirely pleased with this but if i keep reading it over ill drive myself nuts dkjfkdf ! gays will gay on, regardless of writing ability.
David woke up to a dull ache between his shoulder blades with something pushing down ever so slightly. He was laying on his stomach, sprawled out on his and Matteo’s bed, multiple blankets curled around his waist. Then he felt the cool fingers crawling up his bare sides, the fingers feeling as if they were lined with ice. He shivered violently under the touch and attempted to lift his head but was held down by the pressure inbetween his shoulders.
“Matteo, get off.” He grumbled, his voice raspy with sleepiness. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as the fingers and weight lifted off of him just to flop down next to him. The fingers moved to glide along David’s spine, feather light before a kiss was pressed to the top bone. He shivered under the touch before huffing, wordlessly telling Matteo he wasn’t pleased about being woken up.
“Did I hurt you? I tried to be gentle and I know the doctor—”
“It’s been two months, I’m okay,” David grumbled as he rolled over to face Matteo. He opened his eyes to see the love of his life in front of him, hair messy as always, and eyes slightly red. “Have you slept?” Matteo nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss to David’s forehead, letting the smell of cigarettes and peppermint crowd David. He pulled back and looked down at David’s chest, a soft smile on his face.
“It looks good.” David’s left hand went down to his chest, the tip of his index tracing the scars. Matteo’s eyes met his and everything felt right. He moved his hand to press it against Matteo’s cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. They both melted into the kiss, Matteo’s hand resting gently against David’s chest, mimicking the motion David was doing just seconds ago. Matteo pulled away just to move himself to fit perfectly against David’s body, head tucked just below the boy’s chin.
“I made breakfast.” Matteo mumbled against David’s skin after a while. David couldn’t really say how long — he had been too wrapped up in Matteo’s presence to bother watching the clock. It didn’t matter how many times he had the blond in his arms before, he still needed to hold him close so that Matteo would never forget he was loved.
“Isn’t it cold by now?” David moved to grab their blanket, pulling it up to cover both of their bodies. Matteo huffed at the loss of touch before settling back into David’s arms, the blanket pulled up to his chin. David rolled his eyes at his needy boyfriend, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “And I’m too comfortable to move.”
“We can heat it up later,” Matteo agreed, closing his eyes and relaxing completely. When they woke up, the sun had already set again and the food was gone, with a couple of friends sitting in their living room, just waiting to call them out for conveniently forgetting about the squad meet up.
This probably isn’t exactly what u were looking for, and I wrote it in like 15 minutes so it’s rushed BUT I had fun with it, so I hope u like it aha
It takes a long time for things to return to normal, or something close to it. Even months after everything with the Mind Flayer is over and done with, Will still tosses and turns nightly, waking up with a gasp or a choked sob. The nightmares have been happening since his initial return from the Upside Down, of course, but they’ve been worse recently. Literal possession can do that to you, Will thinks bitterly.
In the beginning, he tried to skip out on sleepovers with his friends, out of embarrassment and not wanting to wake them up or bother them after a particularly bothersome nightmare. Eventually, Lucas and Dustin had cornered him after school, complaining that they missed him and “Please, please just come tonight. Mike has been working on this campaign for days….” and Will just couldn’t say no. And yes, he learned that he could survive sleepovers with his friends….as long as he stayed up, refusing to let sleep overtake him, fearing that a bout of nightmares would return with his friends around him.
He knows it’s silly. Will Byers may have some problems, but he knows how much his friends love him, and he knows they wouldn’t be upset if he woke up crying at a sleepover. They’d comfort him and tell him everything is okay and make sure he’s fine before rolling over and going back to bed, probably forgetting about it in the morning because that’s just normal for Will. And Will knows this! He knows this, and he loves his friends for it, but he just wants to feel normal. He doesn’t want to disrupt the normalcy of a sleepover with a choked sob in the middle of the night, so he just doesn’t let it happen. In the dark hours of the night in the Wheeler’s basement, Will will just wrap himself tightly in his blanket, keeping a watchful eye on his sleeping friends, thankful for their presence.
A few months into their freshman year of high school, Mike’s parents decide to take a vacation. Will doesn’t know where to (“Mom won’t tell me,” Mike says with a shrug, and Will doesn’t push it), but it means that Mike is spending the night at his house for the next few days. Mike knows about Will's nightmares because of course he does, he’s his best friend, but they’ve been getting worse lately (The phrase anniversary effect echos in Will’s ears), and Will doesn’t want to keep Mike up all night.
But, of course, Mike sets up his sleeping bag right next to Will’s bed that night like he always does, and Will can only pray that the night terrors will be kept at bay for the next few nights, please. And when he wakes up at 2am with a strangled sob and immediately begins gasping for air, taking in his surroundings, it seems like Mike is up right away, scrambling to grab onto Will in the dark of his room. It’s been awhile since Will has allowed himself to be comforted because, while he knows his mom and Jonathan love him, they need sleep too, and waking them up every night for comfort was starting to wear them down, so he was used to calming himself down after these episodes. So, when Mike pulls himself up onto Will’s bed and pulls him close, pulls Will’s head to Mike’s chest, so Will can hardly hear Mike’s mindless words of comfort over the beating of his heart, he’s stiff at first before allowing himself to completely relax and collapse against Mike’s chest.
He’s trying not to cry, but not from the dreams. Mike’s arms around him, rubbing comforting circles in his back, muttering, “You’re okay, you’re okay, I got you, you’re fine,” against his hair, just feels so right, so comfortable, so much like home. He can feel himself clutching at Mike’s sides tight, but if it’s hurting Mike, he doesn’t say anything. He just presses himself against the top of Will’s head, and Will isn’t quite sure whether Mike is kissing him or just resting his head there. And Will, who did not realize just how touch starved he evidently is, presses himself closer to Mike, just allowing himself be held and comforted for the first time in a long time. After a bit, Mike stops rubbing his back, and his breathing evens out, so Will thinks he must have fallen asleep, and he finally, finally allows himself to do the same.
