#and she’s like oooooh fuck that’s right you’re a fucking heater

[imthursdaysyme]

When you gotta use your homie as a blanket, stobin edition

#stranger things #steve harrington #drawing #art #digital art #robin buckley #stobin #fall witchy vibes are here #and they are here to stay #I love the idea of them being like oh fuck no blankets #and instead of just oh I dunno going to the closet to find more they’re like guess that means you’re my blanket #robins like no you’re MY blanket and Steve’s like darling love of my life I will crush you #you won’t be breathing #and you will also overheat #and she’s like oooooh fuck that’s right you’re a fucking heater #so if I lay on you I get enough heat to sleep but more importantly I don’t die #and Steve watches as she pauses and grows increasingly worried and he’s right for ut cause she sighs all dramatic and goes #okay but like what if I want you to just crush the shit out of me #what I I want that #and Steve’s like jfc NO IM NOT MURDERING YOU #and robs like YOU WOULDNT MURDER ME ID BE ALIVE I SWEAR ID SURVIVE YOUR ATTEMTPS AT SUFFOCATION I NEED TO BE CRUSHED #and Steve’s like NO FUCK THAT #and then they wrestle like children #and agree that Robin with be the blanket but with the stipulation that he holds her very tightly #so his arms over her and he was trying his best to crush minimally #and she was so happy #but she woke up with a crick in her neck and bitched so long about it #and forced Steve to be her blanket cause fair is fair #and she lasted five minutes before she was wheezing #and Steve’s like okay fuck you first of all and second of all I tOLD YOU SO

[one-of-us-must-be-crazy]

Prompt: sleepwalking

oooooh

The myriad of reasons that Ripley had for not moving her bed from the corner, and for insisting that her new housemate take the side closest to the room included but were not limited to: she was stubborn as hell and wouldn’t change her sleeping arrangements for anyone, she liked the idea of a sentient metal security wall between her and the door, Samuels “woke up” a lot earlier than she did (A LOT earlier), and then of course the coziness of being in that little space between him and the wall above the heater vent.

It was helpful too, to Samuels, to know that she was always there. Sometimes snoring. Sometimes tossing and turning in her sleep and smacking him or kicking him, but it was easily worth it to know that during the only time of the day that she couldn’t protect herself, she was still safe. Also five-to-nine or so hours of partial power with Amanda asleep (usually calmly) at his side was boarding on the divine. 

Not that he would phrase it like that to her, as she would likely make a quip about him watching her sleep, poke him, call him a sap, kiss his neck or shoulder or cheek--whatever her lips were closest to, smile against his synthetic skin, possibly laugh a little in that way that makes him think he’s made a mistake until she rolls on top of him and sleepily says ‘I love you’ (about the only way that she can) as he hugs her tight to him----aaaaaand maybe phrasing it like that to her would be a good idea.

“Amy?” 

silence.

Instead of her usual tired ‘hmmph?’ reply when he spoke to her at night, there was nothing, causing him to bolt out of partial power mode and scan the room. Nothing. No Amanda, but no sign of intruders either.

Bedroom door opened slightly, perhaps she just--no, the bathroom light was off, as was the water closet light but--there it was. Kitchen light over the sink.

“Amanda?”

“Hmmph..”

“It’s only me, luv.”

She turned the water off, dropping her glass in the sink--it sounded like it cracked but he’d deal with the mess in the morning--and turned to his general direction, her eyes half shut.

“Mmm said I’d go on t’stupid...the ship with the name...”

“Are you alright?” he reached out to steady her, gently at first, but on realizing how close she was to being completely unbalanced he held her firmer at the waist.

“oooooh noooo I ‘ere mmm I thought you were jus’ being...bein’ nice...”

“I was, I still am, let’s get you somewhere that you won’t fall over,”

He carefully tried to maneuver her back to their room, but after she didn’t seem pleased with--

“fucking hands off me...don’ care if you’re nice for a robot still a fucking ro....”

“Alright, I’m sorry about this,” before she could stop him, or even know what to stop, he had her in his arms in a bridal carry. Not the first time he’d done it, but definitely the first time in these circumstances.

“what THE SHIT?!” she screamed, grasping tight to him when she noticed she wasn’t on her bed, or solid ground

“Are you awake yet?”

“What the fuck?!”

“You were sleep walking, I think.” I hope.

“If that’s how I got here then probably.” she no longer protested and he was easefully able to get her back to her spot on the bed.

“How did you get past me?”

“I don’t know. Fuck, I haven’t sleep walked since I was a kid. I’m sorry--what did I--”

“--Nothing too awful.”

“Good...good. I’m sorry I-I don’t know if it was the beer at dinner or my meds or--”

“Likely both in combination with the stress at work, are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine. Are you?” she drew her knees up as she watched him get into bed next to her; still a bit of a novelty after a few months together.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’ve got that tone of voice that says you’re not fine.”

“It’s nothing, really. I was...worried to find you weren’t still here, then to see you sleepwalking, and some of what you said--”

“I knew it! What did I say? Really, I’m so sorry if--”

“You didn’t seem to recall.....much of anything since our initial meeting. Specifically the, ah, part where we--well ,that we were a ‘we’ at all.”

“Oh.”

“I understand; you would have had every right to be angry at me for trying to tough you had we not had a long established level of intimacy but--”

“Is that all that--”

“You said you didn’t care if I was nice for a robot. That I was still a robot.”

Amanda froze in place, her hand still six inches from his, it’s intended target.

“....You know I’d never say that.”

“Do you think it?”

“I’m not answering that. Not again.”

“Amy.”

“I don’t! I told you; you’re what you are, but you’re also human. I’m sorry it upset you. I won’t take my pills within the same 20 minutes as a grain alcohol again. Promise. And you fucking know that I wouldn’t say or think that.”

“Sorry-I know that, only--”

“I wouldn’t date a goddamn roomba; you’re a person not a thing a ten year old can build in a construction kit.”

“You aren’t the only one that has... That gets worried.”

“I know.” she squeezed his hand, laid back down, and waited for an invitation to get any closer.

“It’s not that late yet; try to sleep,”

“Hold me so I can’t escape again?”

“Of course,” he smiled, and opened his arms to her.

“Thank you.”

#aaaand that just crashed at the end bc I'm too tired #outreotter

[a-byte-of-insanity-blog]

New Years with the Dork Squad (What happened before the diary entry) - Adalyn’s POV

I kick Zach’s door open holding 2 bottles of sparkling cider and a duffel bag slung around my shoulder that was filled to the brim with food, movies, videogames, and plushies for me to throw at him, as well as hug to be reminded of my indescribable loneliness.

“HEY BUDDY, READY FOR A SUPER COOL TOTALLY NOT SURPRISE-FILLED NEW YEARS ‘PARTY’?!?” I screamed as I heard something (or someone) hit the ground with a thud. I always called our get togethers “parties”, but the only thing about it that was like a party was the fact there was food.

“OOOONE SECOND-” I heard another thud, then the mechanical clack of the door unlocking, and I saw the dorky face of my best friend with uncombed hair and a big ol’ cheesy grin. He was just wearing a hoodie and some pajama pants, because no one needs to dress up on new years. No one, I tell you. I run in and give him a huge bear hug, then scramble into his room.

Laying in front of me was an array of random blankets we piled together the past few days, a stack of movies a mile high, pillows, and a mini fridge I had given him a few days prior to prepare for this momentous occasion. Because New Years isn’t New Years without good drinks.

“oOOKAY, looks like it’s all set. Whatcha wanna watch, Foxstone?” I turn around and clear my throat, snapping my fingers to cue some shitty announcer music you’d hear as they introduce Jeopardy prizes. I flick my hand and produce a microphone, and do the cheesiest announcer voice I can muster. “We have a very fine variety of choices, but might I suggest one fine piece of television history that doesn’t match any other…” I snap my fingers at the tv and it blinks on, beginning to play “Scooby Doo on Zombie Island”, and his face lights up.

“PERFECT.” He sat down and I quickly took the spot beside him, putting the duffel bag down in front of us.

Then.. I saw Arty. Wearing a black cocktail dress with a champagne glass in one hand, she sat on the other side of zach and poked her head over just smiling like the smug motherfucker she is.

“....why must you be this way…” I muttered under my breath, and Zach turned to look at me with a piece of popcorn hovering inches away from his mouth.

“Did’ja say something, Ada?”

“N-no, just.. Mumbling to myself….” I could feel my face turn red, and i saw my hands were starting to melt. “Oooooh stars..” i muttered under my breath as I quickly covered my face with my overly fluffy winter coat. It got a chuckle from Zach, and I tried locking my eyes onto the tv.

Of course, because Arty’s an asshole, she snapped her fingers and her attire changed into a weird, crab-like dress. Her hair became short and bright red, and she flicked her hand making a mic.

“Shalalalalala don’t be shy~” she started singing in her siren-like voice (She’s an asshole, but damn, she has a voice.), and I started melting quicker.

“Hey Ada, it’s kinda cold, can you work your.. Weird magic?” He smiled and gestured. “Ya know.. The weird ‘I’m a walking heater’ thing.”

“O-oh, uh.. S-sure! You mind if I lay on ya?” I smiled sheepishly, and he laughed.

“Sure, just don’t try burning me!”

I stretched, snapped my fingers and I started glowing dimly. I laid beside him and yawned a bit.

“B-better?” my voice cracked, and I wished I was never born. He smiled, and gave a thumbs up.

“Yeah, thanks, Ada. Is it ok for you to be using your powers like this?”

“Yeah, it’s ok. A-around you it’s not as hard to.. plus, this doesn’t take much energy, so that might be a reason..!”

“Oh honey…” Arty said in her velvet-y stupid voice as she floated over Zach. “..hm. He’s a dorky kind of cute, ain’t he?”

“Stop being Izzy, and start being quiet.” I hissed under my breath, and Zach looked back at me again.

“Still mumbling to yourself? I’m starting to think it might be something else… You have any special super secret plans? Schemes? ‘Cause I got a few theories.”

“N-n-no! I-I’m just.. J-just…” I covered my mouth. Damn you, Arty, for fucking with my voice… “..h-heh.” my voice cracked, and I got a bit hotter and started melting a lot quicker. I started munching on chocolate and it melted as soon as it touched my tongue.

After that and Monty Python’s Holy Grail, I flicked my fingers and Aladdin came on. I giggled and rubbed my hands together, then cleared my throat changing my voice to Genie’s, and my appearance to resemble a female version of him.

“Would’ja look at that, a disney princess movie. Jeez, this woman is nutty, ain’t she?” I remarked, and Zach laughed.

“Man, I forgot you could change your voice, too…!”

After me singing along to all the songs, we got to “A whole new world”, and the clock was gonna hit 12 soon. Arty smiled a cheshire-like smile, and I gulped.

“H-heh.. 1 m-minute to New Years!” I grabbed the bottles of sparkling cider and opened a bottle, blinked in some glasses and gave one of the glasses to Zach. I awkwardly smiled, and he chuckled.

“You look like you’ve done something wrong Ada. Your face is glowing, what’s up?” Zach mumbled, and I just awkwardly laughed.

“O-oh.. n-nothing…” I absent-mindedly shifted into myself again wearing one of Zach’s old old hoodies from when we were in middle school; it said “I believe.” with a picture of a UFO on it. I put my legs into the hoodie, and stretched again. “...oh shi-”

“..woah, I haven’t seen that in forever! I forgot I gave it to ya…. Heh, it still has the patch on it you gave me, too..!” he pointed to the back where a area 51 patch with an alien’s face was put on the back.

“3...2..1…. HAPPY NEW YEAR!” I screeched as the movie was still playing.

“Happy new years, let’s hope this one doesn’t screw us over.” he raised his glass, and I giggled, clinking mine with his.

“C-cheers, to a new year!”

“You’re forgetting a new years tradition, Ada~” Arty pestered me, and my face went bright red.

“N-n-no…” I muttered, and looked at Zach. He chuckled, and have me a big hug.

“Can’t wait to make new memories with ya, Ada..!” I held him tight, and Arty was behind Zach with the smuggest shit-eating grin I’d ever seen.

“...do it. You know you want to.” She toyed with his hair, “come onnnnnnnn… do it for me?~”

“I will cut you.” I hissed between my teeth, and Zach started laughing.

“What a nice thing to say in return, Adalyn!” He snickered, and I gulped.

“I-I’m so sorry, my mind’s out of whack right now..” I scooted back and stared at his eyes for a solid 10 seconds. “...d-do you know your eyes are very blue-green? It’s very pretty-”

“O...kay..? What’s up with you, ada-”

I gulped and awkwardly hugged him again.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.” Arty yelled, and I almost dropped my glass.

“Ok, I should go, thanks for having me over,” I snapped my fingers and everything I brought vanished, “Have a good new year and I’ll see you tomorrow probably-” I kissed him on the cheek, did finger guns, shifted my arms into harpy wings and flew the fuck out of there.

“..close enough. Also nice grand exit, that’ll really not be a big topic of discussion tomorrow.”

“Shut up, let me focus, I do that all the time to my friends.”

“...do you though?”

��....s-shut your face.” I flew back to my father’s house through a window into my room, slammed the window shut, flopped onto the bed and reevaluated my life.

“...Artemis...?” I looked at her with a look of confusion on my face, “..I won’t say I’m in love~” I started singing and shifted into Megra from Hercules, and she scrunched her nose up, grinning.

“Riiiiight. Keep that in mind when you see him next. Alright, I’m gonna hit the hay, see ya in your dreams!” She floated in thin air on her back and fell asleep. I shifted back to normal, and smiled, hugging a pillow and burying my face in it. I looked down, saw I still had his hoodie on, and just shrugged. It’s warm, plus I’m too lazy to change.... I laid down, holding the pillow still, and drifted off to sleep.

..this was gonna be a good year.

I could feel it.

#save adalyn's soul #wtf why did this turn out so adorable #zach i'm sorry- #happy 2019