#no planning

[lost-in-golden-light]

The duffers just highkey write whatever they're feelin that day and pray for the best

[aurawra21]

based on that one ask. i think nobody would be surprised at jeckole being married. most would be "about fucking time"

yeah i agree, they wouldnt be married to anyone but each other tbh

i mostly meant it in the way they're always saying they DONT wanna get married "marriage is for ugly people" "we're too hot to be married" so i just meant like everyone is like you guys actually did it? frfr? damn when tf and why wasnt i invited to the wedding and theyre like bc we didnt have one bitch, that's too fucking normal fuck that

[abby-wolf]

I am in desperate need of a cat to hug and squeeze.

Please, I beg thee...

(this is an art request btw)

kitty cat for you <3

[we-are-inevitable]

“i want him” well based on how he’s written so far, david, i want him too omg

no pressure at all but i’d love to hear more about this universe if you’re wanting to continue it!

its been so long since i wrote something cute and fun and i really genuinely think i have to write more. like i cant stop thinking about this little universe and i think i Really wanna continue it

[lxndonorris]

As much as F1 wants to be the royalty of motorsports, they more and more turn out to be the unfunny jester bound to a stake outside the castle.

[rickety-goose]

loose warm-up / cooldown sketch! lil crop below <3

[non-bionical-mecha-dude]

Ok wow, 100 NOTES ON MY KARL HEISENBURG STUFF?!?! ok, since you all like it so much, and since I haven't been that active, I've decided to do a

KARL HEISENBURG WHEN HE NOTICES YOU'RE SICK FIC

(because I'm a sucker for sick fics so I decided to write my own! This is my first published piece of Fanfiction, so go easy on me ;-;, Gender neutral reader x Karl Heisenberg, let's gooo)

Title: Im to sexy to die

Thump, chuga chuga, thump.

That's all you heard waking up in a factory, but today, the noise made it so much worse to get up. You patted the side of the old, empty mattress you slept on. You knew Karl wasn't gonna be there, but sometimes, when he would, he usually cuddled up to you and you two would stay like that for hours. But he wasn't there, so, I guess no cuddle time for you. You sat up and immediately regretted it, feeling a throbbing pain in your head, usually headaches and migraines came and went, I mean come on, you live in a factory filled with oil and dust with a man who smokes and there isn't exactly super clean water to drink, but usually they weren't this bad. You sat in bed for a second, head in hands, trying to massage your scalp to hopefully ease some pain, but it didn't.

"Aw, screw it, it'll go away eventually". You took a breath in through your nose, big mistake, you were immediately greeted with mucus all in your nose, you couldn't even breathe out of there, the more you thought about it, you could barley breathe and you felt oddly warm and cold at the same time. "Great, just great". You decided to just not change from your PJ's, your throbbing headache wouldn't allow it, and besides, moving felt like hell on earth so why bother? You picked yourself up, and walked (more like hobbled) around the factory to do your usual chores, (ie, dusting, counting the amount of Soldats made each day, redirecting the worker Soldats if need be, ect), what could go wrong?

Karl was working on his latest Soldat, but at this point, it was barley even a Soldat, it was more machine then a living being, but Karl didn't care, anything to take down that bitch Mirander. He knew he was saying his "mother's" name wrong, but he loved seeing her reaction when he would, and each time he would blame it on the accent, and each time it worked, he loved the way she looked so pissed at him when he said it wrong and she couldn't even do anything to make him stop! He checked his watch, 8:37 a.m, [NAME]should be awake soon, if not already up and at 'em. As soon as he defeats that Super Sized Bitch, that Ugly Ass Psycho Doll, that Moronic Freak, and the bitch Mirander, he promised to himself he would give them a better life, better then his old factory had to offer. As if right on cue, he heard a hard thud, he snapped his head back, this quick shot of adrenaline made small pieces of metal wip around him protectively. But there stod his buttercup, still in their PJ's, hair still a mess, yet still so perfect in his eyes. Wait, [NAME] wasn't even standing there, they were just leaning against the wall, and not like in a casual way, it's like they couldn't stand up on their own. That's weird. Usually [NAME] liked to atleast have their hair combed, so it wouldn't be so tangled the entire day, so why was today the exception? And why was their face all red??

"Woah, Buttercup, you feelin' ok? You look a little rough around the edges", he stood up, excusing himself from his work for the time being. Sure, taking down Mirander was pretty damn important, but making sure his [NAME] was alright was his first priority, they were the first person to actually treat him like a person...like a human, plus the fact that they love him? That was super surprising since, I mean, look at him, he looks like a metal cowboy with mommy issues, which wasn't entirely wrong, but not entirely true, so, they was everything to him. He wasn't going to let the people he love just die like last time, not again...

"I'm f-fine Karl", [NAME] coughed a pretty bad cough, and leaned against the wall in a playful way, wincing in pain but pulling a joking smile. "Just admiring the view".

Karl snorted, "yeah, ok, whatever you say sweetheart, but seriously", he took a step forward, by now the protective metal had dropped, but still rumbled a bit from his nerves eating at him, something was definitely wrong. "What's wrong, you're shaking like a leaf and-", he took off his glove to touch their arm, "Yeesh! You're warmer then usual". Ok, now this was actually worrying to Heisenberg, [NAME]looked tired, even though he was sure they slept, and their eyes were watery, what was wrong with his sweetheart?

"Oh how flattering, you think I'm hot", [NAME] winked and used the hand that wasn't proping them against the wall to do finger guns, which was a mistake, the arm holding them up was starting to give out and they began to fall, luckily, Heisenberg was quick enough to catch them.

"[NAME] holy shit!" Heisenberg caught them with shaky yet strong arms, he held them close to him, like he was scared they were gonna break.

"Hey look, I'm falling f-for you all over again", [NAME] was trying to lighten the mood, at this point, they knew they were sick, but they didn't want Karl to worry about this, he already goes through as much stress as is, they didn't want to burden him further. Karl of course didn't respond to their witty joke this time and just picked them bridal style, and began to run with [NAME]in his arms, not caring about any poor wandering Soldat that happened to be patrolling in his way. He busted open the door to yours and his bedroom and even though he was reckless with how he was running and crashing into Soldats on his way there, he delicately placed you on the bed, careful not to just drop you on the bed. As soon as you were on the bed, laid down, he ran out, knocking into like, 3 Soldats on his way to the next room, his little study room, which you wouldn't even call it a study room, more so a room filled with papers and ink and a tiny desk near it even though he had a perfectly good desk in the bedroom, but you would talk to him about that later, right now you had to wonder why we was rushing this fast. He came back seconds later with a couple of books, which was strange since most of the time he didn't keep books, he kept jumbles of scribbled notes and paper, he never really did like to read, saying how "he didn't need to fill his head with fiction when he had a bitch to kill". He laid the books on the desk in your room, seeming to skip through the pages, like he's looking for something.

"Uhh, what are you-", you spoke but we're immediately shushed by Heisenberg.

"ah bup bup bup", he held his finger up, not looking up from the books, in a way to tell you to be quiet. Oh hell nah, he may be your Boyfriend, but no one tells you to "ah bup bup", sick or not.

"Did you just "ah bup bup" me??" You said, disbelief in your raspy voice, he may be a "lord" but if you weren't sick, you would have whooped his ass, not literally though, you would never lay an angry hand on him, and neither would he to you.

"Yes and I'll tell ya again, zip it, I'm tryin ta concentrate here!" He sounded worried, and panicked. When he said that, he cursed to himself, like he regretted what he just said. Alright, you knew when you met your limit and you most definitely met it. You decided to stay quiet like he said, you sat up and leaned side to side, trying to get a better glimpse as to what he was trying to find, eventually he seemed to find what he was looking for. He looked at the page, then at you, then at the page, then at you, like you would with checking your answer on a test. He took the book, (which you could now see was a medical book, you'd have to ask him where he got that later) and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. Taking off his gloves, he put his hand on your forehead, you responded by leaning into his touch. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and met your eyes with him, he took off his sunglasses when he was reading the book so now you could see his eyes. You could see the amount of worry in his eyes, they were hazel, that had a twinkle of gold and darker brown/black that seemed to pulse and grow brighter with each hitched breath he took.

"Pumpkin, why didn't you tell me you were sick? I would have gladly done your chores for you!" He was face to face with you, not standing tall, intimidating you, or standing shorter, seeming smaller then you, he was sitting on the bed at your level. He placed a careful hand on your hand, using his thumb to run circles over your knuckles, he always did this when he was nervous.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a little fever-"

"YES, IT DOES!" His voiced boomed in the room, his hand gripping yours tighter, his eyes squeezed shut, he looked so sad, so concerned, and so worried. "People can die from stupid shit like this, and I don't want to lose you too!" He held your hand close to his face...he was scared...this absolutely broke your heart. Seeing him this scared and this frustrated over some as simple as a pretty bad fever, really shows you how much this man absolutely loves you, you are his everything, even when he's working on machines, even when he has those dumb family meetings, and even when he's speaking with Mother Miranda, you are, and always will be, his number one. You take both of your hands and place them on his cheeks and kiss his forehead.

"You idiot, I'm not gonna die on you, I'm to sexy to die". You joked and peppered his forehead in gentle kisses while holding his cheeks.

"Damn right you are, just...please get some rest, please buttercup." He placed his hands over yours, tilting his head to lean into your hands more.

You gently laughed at his concern and held his head to your chest, lightly hugging him.

"Whatever you say, you idiot"