#I’m normal (<- crying and staring into space and shaking all over)

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Every day I wake up and think about the Kel/Mari parallels and cry

[sukumna]

┌─ WHEN HE MAKES YOU CRY

characters; gojo. naoya. toji.

warnings; fem!reader. hurt/comfort. ddlg!!! (no age regression) daddy kink. 24/7 ds relationship. suggestive uh yeah.

notes; this is so self indulgent you guys i’m sorry SHSHHS. i was gonna remove the daddy and make it normal but 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️.

✦ — TOJI FUSHIGURO

you’re in the corner of the kitchen, arms crossed, glaring at him through tear-filled eyes. he just stares.

and then—

“fuck,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face.

his voice drops. “don’t do that. don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.”

you don’t answer. he walks over, crowding into your space, and you flinch—just a little.

it wrecks him. he presses his forehead to yours.

“you scared of me now?” he murmurs. “that what i’ve done to you?”

your breath hitches and he kisses the corner of your eye.

“you cryin’ like that and i’m still standin’ here instead of on my fuckin’ knees,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist. “what’s wrong with me, huh?”

he lifts you up, sits you on the counter like you weigh nothing.

“let daddy take care of it,” he whispers. “let me kiss it better. all of it. all of you.”

his mouth is soft when it finds yours, but his hands grip you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

✦ — GOJO SATORU

you turn away mid-sentence, and he thinks you’re done with the conversation—until he sees your shoulders shake.

“wait,” satoru says, voice tight. “are you crying?”

you try to hide it, but your sniffle betrays you.

he’s on you in seconds, spinning you around and cupping your face in his hands. “no, no, baby, hey—look at me. shit. did i really make you cry?”

his thumb brushes your tears like they burn. you can feel his hands slightly trembling.

“daddy didn’t mean it,” he whispers. “you know i’m just an idiot, right?”

he pulls you into his lap and kisses your temple over and over.

“you want me to make it up to you?” he murmurs, pressing a hand between your legs, not even teasing—just holding. “want daddy to take care of her? make her forget everything?”

you sniff and mumble out a small mhm.

his voice is all sugar now. “don’t cry for me, baby. let daddy fix it.”

✦ — NAOYA ZENIN

you slam the door on your way to the bedroom, and he almost lets you go.

but then he hears the sob. soft. quiet. but real.

he grits his teeth and follows.

“stop that,” he says, and it sounds cruel—until he kneels in front of you, grabs your wrists and pulls them from your face.

“don’t hide from me,” he mutters. “not when you’re crying.”

you hiccup, tears wetting your lashes, and he feels it—something split open inside him.

his hand curls around the back of your neck. he leans in.“you’re so fucking pretty when you cry,” he breathes. “but don’t waste those tears on some little fight.”

he pulls you onto his lap, his hand sliding up your shirt, stroking the bare skin of your back.

“you need daddy to help you calm down?” he hums against your throat. “you want me to love on you? hmm?”

you nod, barely. he smirks.

“then tell daddy how to fix it.”

[demie90s]

WAIT CAUSE NOW I NEED MORE OF CLINGY MEANCE READER

ᴜᴄᴏɴɴ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ x ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ!ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

All She’s Got

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:You’re the clingy one. The one always riding shotgun, always hugging someone, always showing up early just to be around them. It’s never been a big deal—until a joke hits too deep. And Geno reminds the team exactly what you don’t have.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:angst with comfort, team bonding, found family

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:emotional sensitivity, light teasing gone wrong, offhand joke triggers emotional reaction, subtle abandonment themes, Geno being dad-coded, crying, reconciliation

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~1k

ᴠɪʙᴇ:clingy but pure, soft heartbreak, Geno with that “get it together” bark but “I see you” energy, team realizing they are your family even if you never said it out loud

“Please don’t start today.”

That was the first thing Inês said when you wrapped both arms around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder like a clingy toddler in sweats.

You grinned. “Start what?”

“This codependent circus act,” she deadpanned, trying not to smile. “It’s 8 a.m., bro.”

“It’s called affection,” you replied, nuzzling your face into her hoodie. “Sorry you hate joy.”

KK passed by, shaking her head. “You don’t even have boundaries. You just show up.”

You shrugged dramatically. “That’s what sisters are for.”

“I’m not your sister, girl.”

“Sure you are.”

She gave you a look, one of those “you’re so unserious” faces before tossing her bag into the bleachers and pulling her hoodie off. Practice hadn’t even started yet, and already the gym was filled with noise, water bottle clunks, the screech of sneakers. Normal stuff.

You were always attached to someone—KK, Paige, Nika, Ice, even Ayanna when she let you. If someone sat, you sat on them. If someone filmed a TikTok, you were in the back doing something chaotic. It was known. You weren’t shy about it either.

“God, you really don’t get tired of hugging on people?” KK muttered as she unwrapped tape from her fingers.

You didn’t hear the edge in her voice until she added, “You act like you don’t have anyone else.”

You laughed at first, just instinct. So did a few others. Even she smiled—barely.

But your laugh was thin. Because something about the way she said it—joking, but not—made your chest feel tight. Your hands dropped from Inês’s waist. You walked off without saying anything, grabbing a ball like you suddenly remembered you had a reason to be here besides annoying people.

And that’s when the silence started.

Not loud. Just quiet.

You went through warmups fine. Played like normal. You weren’t sulking or anything—God, that’d be dramatic. You just… didn’t do you. Didn’t yell. Didn’t lean into anyone. Didn’t giggle when Paige airballed or call KK “baby blue” for the color of her sleeves.

No one fully noticed at first. Not until you skipped high-fives after layups and sat by yourself during water break. Paige furrowed her brows. Ice nudged Nika. Even Ayanna mouthed, “She good?”

Geno noticed before anyone.

“Hey,” he called across the gym. “You sick or something?”

You looked up fast. “No, Coach.”

“You sure? You’re moving like somebody stole your dog.”

A few laughs. You smiled too—fake.

“I’m good.”

He stared at you for a beat, then let it go. “Then stop sulking and run it back. Let’s go.”

The gym filled with squeaks again. The usual grind.

But something stayed off.

You weren’t just quiet. You were careful. Like you didn’t wanna be too much. Like you didn’t wanna take up space.

⸻

After practice, while people changed and Geno hounded someone about missing a screen, you were already packed. Bag slung over one shoulder, hoodie up, eyes kind of empty.

“Hey,” Paige called. “You heading out?”

“Yeah,” you said, too soft. “Just tired.”

Nika stood up. “You want—”

“Nah, I’m good.”

You walked out before anyone could stop you.

⸻

An hour later, the locker room was mostly cleared. Geno leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed. The girls were mid-convo, tossing jokes around, arguing over who left a banana peel in someone’s shoe, when he cut through all of it.

“Next time one of you decides to joke about her being clingy, maybe ask why she is first.”

Silence.

Nika sat up straighter. “Coach?”

“You ever hear her talk about her siblings?” he asked.

They shook their heads.

“She doesn’t have any,” he said flatly. “No siblings. No cousins around here. Her parents don’t come to games. She’s got no one on campus. No one but you. And the second she acts like she needs you a little too much, somebody makes a joke.”

KK looked like she’d just been hit.

“She didn’t say anything—” Inês tried.

“Because she’s used to not being said anything to.”

Geno’s voice wasn’t loud. But it landed.

“She shows up every day trying to feel close to somebody, and you’re all she’s got. So maybe the next time she’s hanging on your arm or sitting too close or texting too much? Maybe say thank you. You’ve got sisters. She doesn’t. But she thinks you’re hers.”

And then, just like that, he stepped out, muttering something about film edits.

KK sat frozen.

Paige rubbed her hand down her face. “God.”

“She said I was her sister this morning,” KK whispered. “I told her I wasn’t.”

⸻

The group chat started blowing up two hours later.

P Buckets : dude we messed up

HEY ARNOLD: she didn’t even look mad bro

Portugal Baddie: she always says we’re her people

Croatian Baddie: because we are

Brady Baby: i feel like shit

Yanna Banana: i’ll cook for her

P Buckets: just say sorry before geno rips us again

HEY ARNOLD: fr she can have all my hoodies

Croatian Baddie: she’s our sister. period.

⸻

You didn’t respond that night. But the next morning, you showed up like normal. Bag on your shoulder. Hoodie too big. Slight limp in your step because your legs were still dead from suicides.

As soon as you stepped into the gym, KK ran over and threw her arms around you, almost knocking you back.

“Good morning to you too,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

She hugged you tighter. “You are my sister. Don’t listen to dumbass KK from yesterday. She’s a liar.”

You chuckled. Barely.

Then Paige pulled you into a hug from behind. Then Nika hooked her arm around your neck. Then Ayanna handed you a granola bar with a deadpan, “For emotional support.”

And when Geno walked in and saw you sitting dead center, surrounded by the team, he just nodded.

“You better run faster today,” he grunted.

“Love you too, Coach.”

[izzih22]

maybe paige is on her period and a hormonal wreck and crampy but didn’t tell azzi because she didn’t want to worry her and the next day in practice she missed an easy layup or geno yelled at her and she burst into tears and everyone was shocked and azzi didn’t know why paige was so upset and then paige cried again when she forgot extra stuff and then everyone made fun of her after practice or something (lightheartedly ofc) especially nika or ice and then the next day at practice she cried again and geno was confused and then nika or ice or whoever you choose laughed at her (they still cared for her) and then they get their period as well and paige cried to azzi obv lol

Hormones And Huskies

Note: I think I got it all. I also think this one’s pretty funny ngl😂

It starts with the cramps.

Not the kind Paige can ignore, either — not the dull ache she usually powers through with Advil and a heating pad and pure stubbornness. No, these are gnarly. The kind that make her curl up in bed and go, “Is this what dying feels like?”

But there’s a game this weekend. Film to study. Practice to run. Expectations to meet. So she takes three ibuprofen, pretends she’s fine, and doesn’t tell Azzi. She knows Azzi would worry, or hover, or pull her out of drills, and Paige doesn’t want any of that. She just wants to be a functioning human being.

Unfortunately, her body has other plans.

⸻

Day 1: The Meltdown

Practice is intense. Full-speed scrimmage, Geno yelling, girls diving for loose balls like it’s the Final Four.

Paige is playing fine, considering. But then she misses a layup. A bunny. Wide open. Her bread and butter.

She hears Geno’s voice before she even lands. “PAIGE! That’s a layup! A LAYUP! What are we doing?!”

Normally she’d nod, shake it off, and lock in. But today?

Her throat tightens. Her chest caves.

Before she can stop it, tears are sliding down her cheeks.

And not like, discreet watery eyes. No. Full-on red-faced, silent-crying, why am I sobbing tears.

The gym goes quiet.

“Uh…” Ice mutters. “Did someone just break Paige?”

Nika, confused and mildly alarmed, lowers her water bottle. “Is she crying? Is this real? Is this a prank?”

Azzi’s halfway across the court before anyone else can move, eyes wide, worried but calm. She doesn’t say anything, just touches Paige’s elbow gently.

Paige sniffles. “I’m fine.”

“You’re definitely not,” Azzi says, voice low and even.

Paige wipes her face with her jersey, which only makes it worse. Now she looks blotchy and like she has a toddler’s level of emotional regulation.

“Y-you’re gonna think I’m being stupid.”

Azzi shakes her head. “I literally never think that.”

Paige opens her mouth to respond — and bursts into tears again.

KK leans over to Ice. “This is above our pay grade.”

Ice nods solemnly. “I think we broke the golden retriever.”

⸻

Later that day

After practice, Paige opens her locker and realizes she left her extra compression shorts and backup socks in her dorm.

She stares into the empty space.

And starts crying again.

Azzi turns from her own locker, alarmed. “Paige?! What happened?!”

Paige wails, “I FORGOT MY SECOND PAIR OF SOCKS!”

Nika chokes on her protein shake. “No shot you’re crying over socks.”

“I’m emotionally fragile!” Paige shouts through her tears. “I don’t know what’s happening to me!”

⸻

Day 2: The Chaos Multiplies

The next morning, Paige wakes up still crampy, bloated, and emotionally unstable. She considers faking sick. But that’s not who she is.

Unfortunately, that means she’s crying on the court again. This time because Geno raised his voice while giving her a defensive assignment.

He doesn’t even yell. Just talks firmly.

Cue: Tears.

Geno stares at her, lost.

“What — are you crying again?!”

Paige sniffles. “I don’t know whyyyyy.”

KK hides behind Nika, whispering, “She’s been hacked. We need a factory reset.”

Ice looks around. “We should get a medic.”

Even Azzi, usually calm in the face of Paige-related madness, is speechless. “Okay, babe. What is going on?”

And that’s when Paige finally breaks.

“I’m on my period and I feel like a walking hormone and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry and now I can’t stop crying and I’m sorry if I’m annoying but I really needed my second pair of socks yesterday and I miss my heating pad and I—”

Azzi puts her hands on Paige’s shoulders. “Breathe.”

“I am breathing,” Paige whimpers. “I’m just also dying.”

⸻

Team Chaos: Fully Activated

Once the truth’s out, the floodgates open.

Azzi wraps her up in a hug and kisses her forehead. “You should’ve told me. I would’ve helped.”

“I didn’t wanna be weak.”

“You’re not. You’re just hormonal. There’s a difference.”

Nika, hearing the last part, nods solemnly. “Yup. Been there. I once cried over a grilled cheese.”

KK pipes up, “I cried watching a turtle cross the road.”

Ice shrugs. “I cried in Target because I couldn’t decide between two brands of deodorant.”

“Wait…” KK frowns, rubbing her stomach. “Why do I kinda feel like…”

Ice squints. “Oh no. No, no, no.”

Nika’s eyes widen. “Wait. You guys—?”

“NOOOOOO,” Ice groans. “It’s happening.”

Paige stares at them in horror. “Did I… start the wave?!”

KK collapses dramatically on the bench. “You contaminated us!”

Azzi is dying laughing now, Paige buried in her shoulder, sniffling but giggling through it.

Geno walks by, sees four girls laying on the floor and Paige being spooned by Azzi in the corner.

He pauses. Blinks. Keeps walking.

“I don’t want to know,” he mutters.

⸻

Post-Practice: Team Roast Session

In the locker room, the mood’s lighter. Paige has fully embraced the fact that she’s now the emotional mascot of the team.

She sits curled up next to Azzi, sipping Gatorade, while Nika sits across from her smirking.

“You really cried over socks?”

“Yes.”

KK adds, “And a missed layup.”

“And Geno’s tone of voice,” Ice contributes.

Azzi, lovingly rubbing Paige’s back: “Let’s not forget the great heating pad monologue.”

“Shut up,” Paige groans, shoving her face into Azzi’s shoulder.

Nika pulls out her phone. “I’m writing a memoir. ’The Period Chronicles: Week of Tears.’ You’re chapter one.”

Paige mutters, “I hate all of you.”

Azzi kisses her temple. “You love us.”

“Only you,” Paige mumbles, pouting harder. “And maybe the heating pad.”

⸻

Day 3: It’s All Downhill from Here

By the third day, it’s officially team-wide.

KK and Ice are dragging through warmups, groaning every five minutes. Nika’s got a heating pack tucked into the waistband of her shorts. Geno looks haunted.

Paige? Still crying occasionally. But now it’s funny.

Like when she got misty-eyed because Azzi passed her a water bottle and said “you’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Or when Ice said “nice cut” and Paige got overwhelmed by the support.

She sniffled, “I love us.”

KK yelled, “WE’RE LITERALLY JUST PRACTICING.”

⸻

Final Scene: Softness Overload

That night, Paige is curled up in Azzi’s bed, a heating pad on her stomach, a blanket around her shoulders, and a bag of chocolate chips in her lap.

“I’m sorry I was a hormonal disaster,” she mumbles.

Azzi smiles and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “You were adorable.”

“I cried like… seven times.”

“You’re human.”

“I also started a period chain reaction.”

Azzi laughs softly. “You’re a leader, remember?”

Paige snorts and buries her face in Azzi’s neck. “You’re so annoying for loving me this much.”

Azzi holds her tighter. “You can cry every day for the rest of our lives and I’ll still love you.”

Paige lets out a choked laugh. “Don’t say that or I will cry again.”

Azzi just kisses her cheek and whispers, “Bring it on.”

[francislangdon]

10, 29, or 31

10. things you said that made me feel like shit / 31. things you said right before goodbye

Mel doesn’t mean to— she doesn’t want to— she’s not this type of person, usually— But right now…

She’s just so horribly envious.

She has learned, in twenty eight years, that most of her desires are out of her reach. Usurious things that need to be tamped down, deep, before they impede her ability to function. If she had to bear the weight of everything she wants and can not, can not, have— It would be crushing. She would fold underneath it all.

Frank Langdon fits right into that box. He’s the latest in a line of things that are decidedly not Mel’s. She can work with him, and stare, and pine, but there’s— distance.

They’re friends, she would say. Good friends, even. Close enough that they’re out for lunch on a day off. You’ll like this place, he’d said, when he brought it up at work. He likes forcing her to do things she wouldn’t normally, like karaoke with their coworkers, or impromptu mini golfing on a weekend, or taking her to hole in the wall restaurants because They have the best street tacos, Mel.

Frank moves like a whirlwind, picking her up and leaving her unsteady and untethered, floating in the air until he decides to bring her back down. It’s unfair, sometimes. He slots so nicely into her empty spaces, all warmth and understanding, the type of connection she’s always yearned for and never quite been able to grasp. She still can’t grasp him.

Frank slips right out of her hands at all the wrong times.

He’s here with her, eating too many of her tortilla chips, probably because she always lets him, leaning into her personal space like he wants— wants it too, like they’re on the same page— and then he’s, all of a sudden, very far away from Mel.

His phone rings and Frank’s attention snaps like a rubber band, harsh against her wrist, a welt in its wake. He answers immediately, and Mel doesn’t have to wonder who it is. She can tell from the soft tone in his voice.

“Hi, baby, what’s up?”

Mel bites hard on the inside of her cheek, expression neutral. Or maybe he’ll mistake her grimace for concern.

“Oh fuck, are you okay? Are the kids— Okay, okay, calm down, Abs, tell me where you are…Alright, I’ll be there, okay, love you too. I’ll be right there, baby.”

Mel sucks in a breath when he hangs up the phone. “Is…is everything okay?”

He flicks his eyes towards her, a little vacant, like he’d forgotten she was there. He shakes his head, “Abby was gonna take the kids to the mall, but they got a flat tire on the freeway. I’ve gotta go change it for her.”

“Oh,” Mel says, carefully. “Of course. I’m glad she’s alright.”

“Yeah, she’s close by at least. Last year she was taking a trip to see her sister in New York. On the way back her engine stalled right outside of Shippensburg and I had to drive, like, three hours in the middle of the night to pick her up,” he says this half laughing, fond in retrospect.

Mel’s going to be sick with jealousy. The last time she had car major problems, she was moving across the country with Becca. Her father had just died, and Mel had to take care of the dregs of his estate. It was going to take a full two days to drive all the way from Lansing back to Seattle, where she was going to school. They broke down somewhere halfway through. Becca had a melt down, crying and screaming at Mel while she desperately tried to figure out what was wrong with the car, smoke coiling out of the hood. Mel had nearly broke down herself, hot tears slipping down her cheeks, with no one to call.

The thought of Frank, willing and capable, a phone call away—

Not for the first time, Mel thinks of Abby Langdon and resentment brews in her stomach, all the way up her chest until she’s sure it must be all over her face.

Frank pulls away from their table, patting down his pockets for his wallet and keys, absently tossing a twenty down for their meal. Mel wants, avariciously, to tell him not to leave. It’s ridiculous.

“Hey,” he says, catching her eye, like he sees all the way through her, “You good?”

That’s the worst part, the one that really leaves her self piteous, riddled with greed. Frank is a perfect friend, really, but— for all that she wants him— is not hers.

“Yes,” Mel murmurs, “Just… worried for Abby. Let me know how it goes.”

He smiles at her, “I’ll tell her you were worried. Sorry we had to cut this short, by the way. Rain check?”

“For sure.”

“You’re the best, Mel. I’ll see you.”

She waits until he turns out of the building to press her head pathetically against the sticky table.

Wanting is a horrible thing. Mel would cut it out of herself, surgically, if it meant she didn’t have to feel like shit every time Frank says goodbye.

[itsriabby]

Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 4)

“Talk to me”

actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Trope: enemies x lovers

Wc: 3.5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, angst again, family trauma, mention of death, crying, slow-burn… One step forward, three steps back today. Hope you like it!

Main Masterlist

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“You sure this is how it’s supposed to look like?”

You slap his chest offended, though with a small grin on your face “Shut up, you moron!”

After a week of this newfound “friendship” with Steve, you can confidently say that he in an absolute idiot.

You really thought the bugging and annoying you would stop, but no, it’s actually worse. The only difference is now he actually laughs about it instead of looking like he wants to strangle you. That’s fine by you, at least you can exist in the same space now. One small step for normal people, one giant leap for Steve and you.

“I just think it looks a little halloweeny.” He frowns but keeps his teasing smirk in place.

You raise an eyebrow “Do you want me to make it real? Cause personally, I’d love to.” You point to the fake vfx wound on the side of his face. A laceration all the way from bellow his eye to his jaw, taking his entire cheek.

If he insults your makeup skills one more time…

“Oh well, Angela would’ve-“

“I dare you to finish that sentence…” you point a threatening finger at him. If looks could kill, he’d be incinerated.

He raises his arms in surrender “Alright Sunshine, you sure are a ball of light.” He mutters sarcastically under his breath.

You scoff “Yeah sure, like you’re such a sweetheart.”

“I am, actually.” He grins at you.

“Oh yeah?” You mock him, getting closer in front of him and crossing your arms. He’s sitting down so that gives you an advantage, towering over him in fake superiority “Says who?”

He feigns thinking and taps his chin with his finger “Well… GQ, People, seventeen, Vogue-“

“Ok, ok… alright, I get it Mr. Heartthrob.” You roll your eyes and back up a little, deciding to leave this battle for another day, as if you haven’t obviously lost.

You pick up the fake blood and start dabbing it on the fake wound with a q-tip.

“Heartthrob, huh? Am I getting YOUR heart throbbing?” He singsongs with a smug smile.

“Ew, Steven, don’t ever say throb again I’m gonna be sick.” You make a disgusted face and fake shiver.

His facade falls and he nods with a frown “Yeah, actually that sounded a lot better in my head.”

You snort at that, which seems to make Steve forget about his embarrassment. He now looks up at you with a soft smile, all while you keep doing the vfx.

You don’t know how to feel about it.

He’s been doing it a lot. It seems like your friend status has made him a lot more confident around you, and sometimes he just stares at you for a while. You don’t like it. It just makes you nervous and sweaty. You suppose you don’t really like attention that much or something.

“You wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer.” You mumble with a straight face, concentrated on your task.

“Now that you say it, yeah.”

You immediately stop your brushstrokes, stepping back to inspect his face. He looks dead serious.

“What?” You scrunch up your face in confusion.

He chuckles lightly at your bafflement and reaches for his bag, taking out a Polaroid camera “I bought it last week, trying a new hobby and all. So yeah, I’d be cool to take a photo of you.” He points at you nonchalantly with the camera.

You shake your head effusively.

“I wasn’t serious.” You unconsciously take a couple steps back, which makes him get up from the chair and get closer to you, camera still in hand.

“I am.” He looks down at the device and checks if it has film. It does.

“Wait, Steven don’t, you’re just gonna waste your film, I’m like, not photogenic at all.” You look to the side so your face is not fully showing.

You’re not ashamed of yourself, not in the slightest. You know you’re not ugly. You consider yourself cute, pretty even in certain occasions. Still, you don’t like photos.

Scratch that, you hate photos.

Ever since your brother was able to function, he had a camera in his hands.

Your mom used to see a lot of art documentaries, very boring, very long documentaries. She saw them as a way of inspiration to decorate spaces, anything that could make her come up with the new best idea. So, your mother had once fallen asleep watching a particularly slow one, and the next had rolled in, that one being about photography. Your brother was very young at the time, but somehow, it stuck with him. Ever since that moment, he became enamored with cameras.

He brought one everywhere you went; parks, vacations, school, nana’s house, the backyard, piano lessons… Also, as his big sister and the one he spent the most time with, you were on most of them, if not all.

The albums are somewhere in the attic of your house, probably drowning in dust. No one’s touched them since…

Well, the point is, you dread having your picture taken.

“I don’t care, and that’s DEFINITELY not true.” He grins at what he thinks is you being playful.

“Steven, stop it.” You put both your hands in front of you, shutting down the view from the lens.

“Nope.” He shakes his head menacingly and takes your hands off, putting the camera higher.

You grind your teeth together, feeling how the steady flow of your heartbeat is increasing by the second.

He needs to stop.

“Seriously, this isn’t funny.” You try to step beside him to get away, but he steps in front of you, nudging you softly to the wall again.

You’re starting to forget how to breathe.

“Didn’t say it was.” He contradicts himself with a smile. He raises the lens to his eye, his finger on the shutter button “C’mon, say cheeseeee!”

“Steve, no, stop.” You try to push him back gently but he doesn’t budge.

Then you hear it. The click of the shutter.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Before you can see the flash, you quickly shove Steve away, making him drop the camera.

It breaks the second it touches the floor.

He steps back startled, his eyes zeroed on his former new hobby.

You drop your knees to the floor and start picking up the pieces panicking “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’ll buy you a new one I swear.” You try to hold back the tears as you fish for all the broken parts.

He breaks out of his stunned trance and lowers himself to help you gather it “It’s my fault, I didn’t back off.” You can hear the defeat in his voice. He didn’t deserve for you to go all crazy on him “I thought you were joking, I’m sorry.”

You stay quiet as you keep your hands occupied, afraid that if you speak you’ll reveal how affected you are.

Which doesn’t work at all because Steve “the starer” Harrington notices right away.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He tries to hold your face so you’ll look at him but you step away.

“Nothing.” You avoid his gaze and stand up, leaving all the pieces in a empty space on the table.

He imitates your moves, standing up right in front of you. He searches for your eyes but they won’t look at him. He whispers your name “Please, look at me.”

You don’t comply.

It seems he doesn’t back off that easily, because he crouches slightly so your eyes are at the same level. His fingers rest under your chin “Talk to me, what’s going on?” Before he can tilt your head up to face him, you step beside him, walking to the exit.

“I have to go.” You mutter.

He takes your wrist so softly, you easily yank it away.

“But-“

“Your makeup’s done, you can return to set when you’re ready.” With that, you step out and shut the door behind you, leaving Steve glum and disoriented.

This isn’t a big deal. You can’t make it a big deal. Just say you were feeling sick later. He’ll understand.

You’ll buy a new camera. Everything will be back to normal as if nothing happened.

Cause nothing happened. Nothing’s wrong. You’re ok. Totally fine.

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You’ve been avoiding Steve all day.

Every time you had to fix any of the cast’s makeup, you did so as fast as possible, coming and leaving in a span of seconds. By the time he reached whatever actor, you were gone.

He’ll forget about it. If you don’t talk for a while his mind will erase it from his memory and get to more important issues. Then you’ll be back to normal.

Until then, hide and seek it is.

You know it seems immature but this really can’t become a thing. It’s too much you’ve accepted to be his friend, you haven’t even opened up to your actual friends, let alone to your former nemesis.

Ok, maybe nemesis is a bit harsh, but the point is the point.

Play it cool. That’s it.

You’ve successfully finished your work day without encountering certain actor, and it feels like a victory.

Fully packed bag on, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

Of course, he can’t ever stay away, can he?

“Look, Steven I need to get goi-“

“I need your help.”

You turn around at that. The whole set is mainly gone, it’s actually pretty strange that he’s still here now.

The makeup you did for him is still on his face, although not quite as it was 8 hours ago. It looks like he’s been scrubbing it away.

“What’s up?” You keep your face emotionless, ready to claim to have to get home the minute he tries to talk things over.

He scratches his jaw with his nails “It’s the makeup, I’ve been looking for that industrial special glue remover you told me but I can’t find it. It’s quite literally imposible to take this off any other way, trust me, I’ve tried.” He looks at you hopeful.

Alright. It’s just help finding something. You can do that.

“Ok… um, I left it on your trailer, are you sure it’s not there?” You frown trying to remember it’s location.

“Hm-hmm.” He nods “You can take a look yourself, maybe you didn’t put it there.”

You make a grimace. You definitely did.

You both walk to Steve’s trailer in silence.

He looks like he wants to ask you about earlier, but knows better. You stay quiet.

When you reach your destination, you’re the first in, crouching down to look at his drawers in case he missed something.

Then you hear the door shutting with a key.

“Steven?”

“Yeah?”

You’re still looking straight into the drawer “Was that the lock I heard?”

You can practically hear him shrug “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Now you turn around.

“Listen, I don’t have time for this right now, I need to-“

“Get home, I know.” He imitates you with his hands in his pockets. Completely calm.

“Then what are you doing?” You raise your voice a little, face making a scowl.

“We need to talk.” He crosses his arms.

You do the same “No we don’t.”

“Yes we do.”

You huff “Are we just going to go back and forth?” You raise your eyebrows in exasperation.

“You’re not getting out until we talk so… if back and forth is what you want, then take a seat, we have all night.” He says the last part with a condescending smile, pointing to the sofa behind you.

“You’re unbelievable.”

He tilts his head sideways sarcastically “I thought YOU were.”

You scoff indignantly and turn around, choosing to not look at him right now.

You take in the space better now. You’ve been there once to bring him the remover, but hadn’t really looked.

It’s nothing out of this world. There’s a sofa, a tv, a mini fridge, a microwave, a small counter, a chair, a bathroom… it’s the normal for these things.

It’s the details that stuck out to you. There are various children sketches of his character on the walls, along with some fan letters. The mini fridge has a couple magnets from New York, and also one from Hawkins, wherever that is. Lastly, stuck to the sides of the mirror, there are multiple photos; of him and Robin, him and a couple his age, a group of kids… He looks so happy in all of them. Are they his friends? Family? It looks like it.

You long for something like that.

“Do you like it?” You look back to see him point to to the “decor”. There’s a proud look on his face.

You nod “It’s nice.”

It’s much more than nice. But he’s locked you in this room so you can’t be too good to him right now.

He looks down with a pensative look. He probably doesn’t know how to approach you. Been there.

He decides to sit down on the chair in front of the mirror. His hand reaches down to take something he’s hidden there, and brings out the glue remover. Of course.

“Can you help me? I actually can’t take it off, that wasn’t a lie.” He smiles apologetically, although you know he doesn’t regret this at all.

You sigh.

You suppose if you’re gonna be stuck here for a while, you might as well take the prosthetic off.

You take the item from him and he breaks out a triumphant smile. His thighs part, making space for you, and you fill it, stepping into his space.

You don’t even know why you’re getting so close to him, but it’s been a long day, so you do whatever feels right. And this does.

“Look up.” You mutter. He obliges.

As you take a cotton pad with the solution and begin dabbing the edges of the silicone cut, you begin to feel how intimate your position is. His hands are hovering on the sides of your hips, not touching, but still there.

His presence is overwhelming, and you hate the way he’s looking at you. You hate that it gets a reaction out of you, out of your body. Before you can tell yourself to stop, you’re stepping closer, your thighs touching his.

You don’t know what this means, but you don’t have time to think about it, not when it feels so right.

Is this what friends feel like? You don’t have a lot to compare it to.

“Are you mad at me?” He whispers looking deep into your eyes. You can’t even describe the softness of his look, of him.

You surprise yourself shaking your head no.

“I don’t like photos.” You match the timbre of his voice.

“I’ve gathered as much.” He chuckles lightly. So do you. Until you remember.

“I’m sorry about your camera.”

He flinches a little when you start tugging the silicone off, the material being very stuck to his face. When you’re done, you keep pressing the cotton on his skin, using it as an excuse to stay this way. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t care about the camera, I could buy the whole store if I wanted to.” He frowns.

You huff sarcastically “How humble.”

He takes you by surprise by holding your free hand, taking it in both of his hands and lowering them on his lap, holding it there. Hes trying to comfort you. You don’t want to admit that it’s working “Why do you hate photos?”

“Not… not photos in general, I do like photos. I just don’t like it when I’m in them.” You try to explain it the laziest way possible so he can leave it be.

But of course he doesn’t, he’s Steve Harrington.

He gives you a look to keep going. You don’t know if it’s the intimacy of the position, the familiarity of his presence, or the way he looks at you like he cares, but you spill it all out.

He nods trying to understand “So… You only like it when your brother takes your picture?”

“Took.” The words feel sour in your mouth. It’s still uncomfortable to talk about this after so many years.

Steve frowns confused “Does he not do it anymore?”

“Uh… yeah, not anymore.”

“That sucks.” Steve gives you a sad smile, still, you don’t think he’s gotten the hint “I could buy him a camera too, it’s actually a very easy hobbie to pick up again-”

You shake your head “No, Harrington, he doesn’t-”

“Really, it’s ok, I could take him with me to-”

“He passed away” You cut him off.

“Oh.” His shoulders slump, taking in this new information.

“Yeah…” You nod avoiding his pitiful gaze. You don’t like talking about it “It was a long time ago though, so don’t feel like you need to coddle me or anything, I can take it.”

“Yeah, I know.” He whispers with the same softness as before. “I’m sorry for your loss, I can’t even imagine how awful that was.” He grips your hand harder, trying to convey how much he feels.

You shrug “You learn to live with it.”

After that, you stay in the comfort of one another for a while.

He fills the silence telling you about each and every person in the photos on the mirror. He tells you about their character, their dynamics, what they’re currently doing… You know he does it to make you feel better, to take your mind off of the other subject.

It’s like he knew exactly what you needed, not to wallow in pity, not to talk about it, or give you one of those “you’re so brave” speeches… He just knows. You’re grateful for it, for him.

After he’s finished talking about some kid named Dustin, He makes eye contact again, looking at you with a glimmer in his eyes. He looks like he’s deciding if he should tell you something.

He puts a hand on your hip, burning you with his touch.

You’re nervous again.

He opens up his mouth.

What is it? Say it.

A knock on the door breaks you apart. You step back as if his touch burned you, getting back to reality.

What did you do?

Now Steve knows one of your saddest memories, one of your secrets, one of your weak points. Now he can use it against you.

Or worse.

Now he can leave. And you don’t want him to.

“Shit, right.” Steve fumbles with the keys in his pockets and stands up to open the door.

Both of your awkwardness is replaced by surprise when he opens up the door to find the person you’d least expect there.

“Billy?” You wonder, shocked to see him again, to find him in your work place.

He’s wearing some jeans and a Jean vest, a tight T-shirt underneath. You have to admit, he suits it incredibly well.

One of his hands is resting on the side of the door, leaning on it, while the other is holding a half smoked cigarette.

“Hello Darling.” He smirks “Harrington.” He acknowledges him briefly, his eyes not leaving yours.

“What are you doing here?” Steve spits, rage oozing from him.

Why does he hate him so much?

“Oh, I remembered you saying pretty girl worked with you, so I came to pay a visit.” His gaze moves back to you, a seductive look fixed on it “I never got to ask for your number.”

“You want my number?” You tilt your head puzzled. It’s been more than a week since you met, you didn’t think he was interested.

“That’s what i said.” He inhales smoke from the cigarette, then lets it fall to the ground, smashing it with the sole of his shoe “So? Can I take you out sometime?”

“Sure” You nod with a slight frown, still confused. He’s cute, why not?

You give him your number, scribbling it on a piece of paper and watching him walk away with a smirk and a wink.

You’re so surprised, you don’t even notice Steve’s expression. He’s been tense since Billy arrived. His jaw clenched, eyebrows pinched together, and a fuming look, even you are scared to talk to him.

“Steve?” You push his arm.

He immediately faces you, anger bubbling out of him “Are you seriously going to go out with him? Are you dumb?”

You take a step back, baffled “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. He’s an asshole, you might not know him as much as I do, but you’d have to be out of your mind to actually consider going.” He’s upset, he’s taking it out on you. Just like he did when you met.

“Are you serious?” Why is he talking to you like that? Where is that soft spoken boy you told part of your life story to minutes ago “Why are you talking to me like that? I thought we were friends now.”

That seems to struck a nerve. It looks like it stung, like it hurt him. You have no idea why.

“Yeah well, as your friend I’m telling you to back off.” Of him. Of Billy he means. But it comes across differently.

He’s not measuring his words, his feelings, his anger. He doesn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just wants you to stay away from Billy.

He didn’t go about it in the best way.

You bite your cheek, fencing off the tears. What a rubbish fucking day.

“Then you’re a pretty shitty friend.” You leave the trailer, not bothering to look back at the boy.

You put your things in the trunk. When you’re behind the wheel and kilometers away from set, that’s when you let your tears flow.

Maybe you’re not meant to be friends.

And oh, how right you are.

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Thank you for reading guys, I appreciate your comments and reposts so much. You make me confident enough about the story to keep posting. I’m so happy you like it, I’ll try to not disappoint.

By the way, the angst is necessary for the yearning to come, trust.

Love, M.

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[ekkochambers]

Hello hope your having a good day could you do ekko finding out about you struggling with sh/ suicidal thoughts and being really depressed like normally your a very happy person who’s bright and bubbly but your struggling with depression? I’m kinda going through a hard time so i appreciate it, enjoy your day and take care of yourself ❤️

DONT HIDE YOUR HURT. : EKKO X READER

WARNING!!: THOUGHTS / MENTIONS OF SUICIDE / SH. DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT ABLE TO HANDLE THIS. PLEASE TALK TO SOMEONE!! Your life is important and you greatly matter.

Synopsis: Ekko finds out about your suicidal ideations.

Words: 1,279

A/N (PLEASE READ) : Thank you so much for this request!! I didn’t know how to incorporate both at first so I hope I did well. I didn’t state explicitly where the sh would be and I didn’t outright make YN explain how they were feeling, in order for you to fill in those blanks for your own experience. I tried to handle this subject as gentle as I could. Please know you’re not alone and if you need someone to talk to, my messages are open. 🤍🤍 Stay safe and know you’re loved always. You deserve to be here.

Something was off.

Ekko had noticed it firstly last week. You were helping a younger kid getting patched up from too much roughhousing. They were telling you all types of stories as you were doing so, and while you were listening, your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. Your eyes looked tired, yet determined to help finish bandaging up the kid. When you finished, you nodded them away with a pat on their back, heading back to your dorm.

He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, finishing tinkering with a hover board before going off on his own.

But the more he talked to you throughout the week, the more his concern grew. How you didn’t always snicker at his corny jokes, your quips and jokes lessening, you staring off into space when he rambled on about how he’s upping his Z-drive with Heimerdinger, and how your footing always seemed off when you flew on your hoverboard.

He huffed as he walked towards your dorm, thinking over of what he’d say. He knocked on the thick wooden door, rolling on the balls of his feet as he looked around, waiting for a response. When he got none, he knocked again more firmly, seeing your door creak slightly open, but not enough for him to see you. “YN?” He asked. “I’m coming in, okay?”

As he opened the door softly, the sight of you broke his heart.

Armed hugging your knees to your chest, tears rolling down your face as your hands shook and scratched lightly at your legs. Your usual glow dimmed, bags adorning your bleak eyes as you looked at him. Snot rolling down from your nose to your lips, swollen from your crying. You sniffed quietly, shaking in your own arms.

Ekko’s face quickly contorted into surprise and closed the door, racing towards you not soon after. He crumpled onto his knees in front of you at the sight, looking at you in concern as you stared back at him. Weak, sick, and tired. He gently pried your hands from your legs, looking at you while he did so. He cradled your face soon after, wiping your tears that were streaked on your face. You weakly sobbed, and he cradled your face, moving from his knees to sit beside you on the cot.

He’s not used to seeing you feel something so intensely. From the way you carried and held yourself high, the niceness you secured in how you helped others, along with the sweetness you brought, he was sure you’d have bad days. Days where you needed to get carried just by someone else for a little while. And he was happy to be that for you.

But this time, it seemed to carry more weight. Your rattling breaths as Ekko held you only seemed to intensify your crying, the swirling pit in your stomach only hurting you worse.

“Did someone do something? What- what’s wrong?” He asked softly, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence. You closed your eyes as a shaky exhale escaped you, and shook your head. You hugged him, your arms looping around his neck as he took no time hugging you back, wrapping his arms around your waist as he showed no signs of letting go.

“I- I don’t..” you sigh heavily, trying to collect yourself as best as you could. “I don’t think- I should be here anymore.” You whisper. Ekko’s face furrowed in confusion over your shoulder, chin digging lightly into it before speaking. “Like, the firelights?” He whispered in confusion. “But I thought you loved it here.”

You shook your head and pulled away, looking at him in the face for a couple of seconds before it had clicked to him. His face dropped, eyes darkening at the intent in your statement before he saw you hesitantly showed your body. There, he saw scars. Some faded, some new, some with small bandages clumsily placed over them. He dryly swallowed at the sight, his hands lightly hovering over where they were before grabbing it.

“You.. did this?” He quietly asked. When he looked up at you for confirmation, you nodded. At that, before you saw the tears glaze over his big brown eyes, he ducked where the scars were, and kissed them delicately. Soft, ticklish kisses coated the spots you hated, couldn’t stand to see, tears spilling from your eyes at the gentleness of his actions. When he was done, he looked at you once again.

“What’s been making you feel like this? Making you do this to yourself?” He whispered, cupping your cheek. “You can talk to me.” Before you could sob once more, you had explained in depth of how you felt.

He listened to you, each word burning into his mind of why you felt you didn’t want to be here anymore. As you continued, an understanding warmth in the air crackled between you two. He held your hand with the one that wasn’t holding you when you were done talking to him. A big beat of silence happened, and then, he nodded.

“I want you to know that no matter what, you shouldn’t turn to that. Okay? I know you might feel like it’s your only option, but you need to keep pushing.” Ekko started, his thumb running lightly across your cheek before continuing. “I love you with all of my heart. You’re more than what’s happened to you. Your past. I want to see you grow strong, to see you flourish, and you deserve to see yourself grow as well.”

As you drank in his words, his touch became lighter, hands gripping yours as he took a deep breath in. “Breathe with me, slowly. You don’t have to be happy all the time with me. I see that. I’ll be here. This is a storm that too shall pass. It might not seem like it, trust me, but you’ll learn how to get past this.”

You nodded, and hugged him tightly. “Thank you.” You whispered, voice croaked as he nodded, holding you back just as tight.

“Always.” Ekko hushed back. “And don’t you dare apologize to me. I’ll always be here for you. No matter the circumstance. When you think you can’t handle yourself, I’ll be there to help you.”

“You don’t need to be happy all of the time. I’ll be here when you don’t feel your best. No matter how you feel, you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” He whispered.

Ekko didn’t push any more than that, and pulled back to wipe your face once more, and he smiled softly. He kissed your forehead lightly, down to your temple, your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, down to the ball of it. Each kiss makes you smile more, as your hands lightly rest on his shoulders. He kissed your lips softly once, twice, and then down where your scars lay on your skin. He kissed each one of them softly, caring as more tears pricked your eyes.

“Let me take care of you tonight. I’m staying.” Ekko whispered. You nodded, looking at him as he stood. He went over to grab some pajamas, and helped you replace your worn clothes for them. Ekko softly puts them on your body and kisses your forehead lightly when done.

He kissed where the fabric covered your scars once more before he laid you down softly on the cot, laying behind you as his arms wrapped around you. Tight enough to secure you, but not hurt. Tight enough to ensure he’d stay as the night drags on.

He kissed your shoulder, and cuddled into you as you sighed contentedly in Ekko’s arms. As the morning came, you knew he’d think of more ways to help you get stronger. But for now, you lay with him, letting your mind and aching body rest for the night.

[dem-oh-nick]

Okay so this is a bit dark, and I’m kinda hesitant to post it, but when the finale episodes were first coming out me and me friend talked about what would happen if Chase and everyone except for Buddy died and I came up with a sort of Ghost Chase au. I don’t have the motivation to do anything else with this idea but heres a drawing and little story based around it.

The story’s below the cut

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He's dead.

Theyre all dead. Theyre dead and noone else cares except for me.

Its their own fauly. Chase shouldve just handed over his key when he could, if he had he could be living a normal life.

…

If he did buddy wouldnt have gotten attached. So attached that hes sat in his poor excuse for a room, desperatly trying to keep himself from crying so loud that he alerts the members of ex libris that hes back, getting comfort from his key of all things, and mourning the loss of the boy who onve inhabited the corpse currently slumped against him.

Buddy was pathetic, he shouldn’t have let it get to this point. He should have just gotten the heroine key and done his job before chase could find new keys, before Deacon and Prunella could start completing stories as well, before Buddy got close enough to Chase for him to feel a need to apologize to buddy, before they got trapped in a book that was being ruined somewhere in the real world, before Prunella and Deacon died, before Chase died, before-

“Hey!” Shouted violet, shaking him from his spiral of thoughts “Are you even listening to me? You need to pay better attention when people speak to you ***** the members won’t be happy with you if you space out like this in conversation!”

“R-right sorry..” it was hard to not sink into his own mind right now.

Violet huffed, changing to look a bit more sympathetic. “I understand that this is a lot for you, and that you want to greive the loss of this… boy.. but you need to at least pretend to act the same as usual! If they catch onto you…”

“I won’t let that happen”buddy whispered

“Good. Now you need to wipe those tears and make yourself presentable alright?” Violet put her hands on her hips, looking very stern. “You are going to go to ex libris, and say that the keyholders got trapped in a damaged book, rendering their keys useless, and you will turn me in to them. Under no circumstances will you mention the corpse in your room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, i understand. Can i just- can i have a moment first?”

“You’ve already had a moment *****!”

“Buddy.”

“What?l

“Call me Buddy.”

“Goodness, fine, just don’t ask the members to call you tha-“ Violet paused as Buddy pushed the miniature letter Chase gave him towards her. “What? What is this?”

“It’s a letter, for you.. Chase gave it to me, said it was from silver.”

“Oh.. Thank you.. Buddy.”

“You’re welcome, take your time.” Buddy began to lean against the bed frame, hands falling onto his lap. “Once your done I’ll get ready”

“Alright..” whispered violet, she seemed lost in her own world, absorbed by the small envelope she’d been given.

Buddy tilted his head back, resting it on his bed and staring up at the ceiling. He felt numb.

As Buddy was beginning to space out, he heard a voice whispering to him. Turning his head to try to find the source of the voice, he noticed a familiar face. Buddy jumped forward spinning around to look at the face.

“W- what the hell…” buddy whispered

“Wait! Hang on you can actually see me?” Chase said as he floated out from behind the bed, moving to float just over the edge. “Woah, thats awesome Buddy!”

“You- You’re supposed to be dead!”

“I am dead, thats literally my corpse right there dude.” He pointed as he began to sit.

“But- Chase, how can you be-“

“Ever heard of ghosts?”

“Buddy!” Violet interrupted “who are you talking to!?”

“Wh- you cant see him?”

“See who? Whatever, I’ve finished reading my letter, thank you for delivering it by the way, you need to get ready to meet with ex libris.”

“Yeah Buddy! Quit procrastinating and do your job!” Teased the ghost

“Leave me alone, you didn’t just cry for almost half an hour” Buddy mumbled as he walked towards the bathroom.

“Fair enough”

Buddy couldn’t understand how he could be so calm about this.

[shygirl4991]

Our Connection

Spoilers for new episode!

Summary: It was a normal day at the cafe till a sudden burst of pain shot through SMG3's body, his senses were screaming. Something was horribly wrong with his other half. Tag: hurt and comfort, near death, injured smg4, angst, base on enough is enough

SMG3 finishes brewing an order as he hums to himself, he walks to the table and sets the coffee down. He was still annoyed how his break was interrupted by Karen, honestly, if that woman could learn to be a better mom none of this would have happened. Still he couldn't help worrying about the kids, they are innocent and shouldn't be put in harm's way just cause Karen was never around. As he walked to the back room his head started to ring “What? My meme guardian sense?!” Suddenly a burst of pain surges through his body, he screams catching the attention of his friends. Melony runs into the room seeing Three on his knees breathing heavy “THREE!” she runs up to him checking if he is okay, Three shakes his head grabbing Melony’s hand “FOUR IS IN TROUBLE! FUCKING KAREN!” 

Before Melony can ask questions Three forces his body to move, he could still feel the pain with every movement. Melony stands up and follows Three worried “You shouldn't move, I can get the others and find SMG4!” Three ignored her as he walked out of the cafe not caring about the customers, his sense scream again. He holds his head wanting to scream for it to stop, Meggy and Tari notice the pained expression on Three’s face causing them to run up to him “Three what's going on? Are you okay?” As Three opens his mouth he freezes up seeing Mario running to them, in his arms a badly injured Four. Any signs of his walls gone as his eyes water at the sight, he runs to Mario ignoring the gasp from behind him. Mario starts to cry as Three takes the man from his arms “Mario…didnt want this, he just wanted to help Karen. I…I’m sorry..” 

Three runs into the castle with Four in his arms as Meggy goes to Mario hugging him “It's okay red, Three has him. Could you tell us what happened?” Mario sniffs as he watches Three disappear into the castle “I…please dont die bro.” Meggy frowns as she hugs him tighter, Tari walks over joining the hug as Melony and Saiko run into the castle to help Three. 

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Three puts SMG4 on his bed as Melony checks him over, Saiko brings in bandages and a wet towel. Three grabs Four’s hand as he starts to cry “I’m sorry…I felt your pain, you needed me and I wasn't with you.” Melony and Saiko quietly take care of Four as Three held on to his hand tightly, he could feel the flow of Four’s meme energy. While it was weak it gave comfort to him that SMG4 was still with him, he didn't know how long the girls took patching up Four. Before he knew it the girls finished taking care of Four, giving Three space to be with him alone. He takes off Four’s hat and gently pets his head “You idiot…you're too soft for this shit, why did you have to follow Karen?” He wipes his tears as tightens his hold on Four’s hand, a soft knock is heard causing Three to look up. 

The door slowly opens to show Mario, his eyes red from crying, Three gives him a soft smile as he waves him over. Mario closes the door and slowly walks over to the bed “Mario…was told by a walkie talkie guy to help Karen. S-M-G-3 Mario never wanted this…will he be okay?” Three lets out a shaky sigh as he turns to stare at Four, he could feel tears threatening to spill out again “I don't know, he always bounces back from damage but…he hasn't woken up yet.” Three growls as he hits the bed, it was all her fault. Mario jumps from the sudden anger, he watches as SMG3 lets go of Four’s hand. Three walks around the room taking a deep breath “If i see Karen im going to let her have it, this wouldnt have happen to him if she just…FUCK!” He hits the desk next to him, he starts to cry again getting Mario to walk over and hug Three. 

Four knew it could have been dangerous, of course it would, they don't know what it's like to have a peaceful life. “It’s Mario’s fault…I thought Mr. walkie talkie was a friend,” Three shakes his head as he takes a deep breath. He wiggles free from Mario’s grasp and turns to him “No..It’s not your fault,” he lets out a sigh “And its not Karens fault, whoever this fucker is that talked to you is to blame.” Four lets out a soft groan catching the pair's attention, Three runs and grabs Four’s hand focusing on their connection. Seeing this Mario walks over to the other side of the bed grabbing Four’s other hand, they both stay silent as they watch over Four. 

Melony and Meggy walk in to check on Four, they frown seeing the man still knocked out. “Hey you two have been here for a while, take a break and get something to eat. Me and Melony got him covered!” Melony nods giving them both a soft smile, Mario and Three exchange a look and shake their heads “Thanks girls but…think me and Mario rather stay by his side.” The girls nod leaving the room, Meggy felt herself shake at the sight “Red never says no to food…this situation is bad.” Melony pats Meggys back “Hey it will be okay, whatever happens we have their back!” Meggy smiles at Melony and nods as they join the rest of the crew waiting in the main lobby. Three starts playing different memes hoping Four could hear them, it feels as if days have passed except it's only been a few hours. Mario fell asleep holding on to Four while Three could only play memes as he stared at Four “Come on you dumbass, wake up.” He sighs, turning off the video “Hey..that was my favorite meme,” Three jumps from hearing the weak voice. Three gasps as he sees Four slowly sit up “FOUR!” without thinking he hugs Four, Mario rubs his eyes awoken from Three’s scream. He gasps seeing the man awake and joins in the hug “BRO! Mario is sorry I never wanted to hurt you, please forgive Mario!!!” Four grunts from the pain as he attempts to hug his friends back, he then panics for a moment “MARIO! What happened to Karen? Did she find her kids?!”   

Mario shakes his head “Mario came running back to the castle, she went to talk to mr walkie talkie.” Four looks down feeling pain with every breath he takes, Three gently rubs Fours back as he feels the man's pain “Take it easy, I will let the others know you're awake .” He walks out of the room missing the soft look Four gives him, Mario still worried over Four gently takes his hand “Do you need anything? Mario still has pasta and I will even let you eat it!” Four lets out a pained chuckle “Thanks buddy but I think what I need is to lay down,” as Four lays back down on the bed he couldn't help wondering if Karen will be okay against this unknown enemy. The door to his room goes flying across the room as the crew storms in, they all start crying feeling relieved to see Four is awake. Three stays back watching the sight with a small smile before he leaves the castle, he walks to his cafe seeing everyone was gone. He checks to make sure no one stole anything while he was away, seeing things were in the clear he takes out his phone “You better not be dead you stupid cat cause i'm coming to help.” Looking up Karen's address Three locks up and starts running towards her house, he wasn't doing this for Karen, he was doing this to get payback on the asshole who hurt Four along with making sure those kids stay safe.

[wordsbyrian]

Divine - Kelley O'Hara x Reader

Summary: Request was along the lines of Kelley x Reader where R is like divinely attractive. like the sun always hits her perfectly and everybody is in love with her. maybe she catches her teammates watching edits of her?

A/N: it was a request and then it was on the poll from ages ago and then i told @wosobullshit that i would write it so yeah. ta-da!

No one on the team is really sure how you do it.

It seemed like no matter what was going on around you, you managed to look perfect at all times, at least in your girlfriend’s opinion.

Doesn’t matter if you just finished running the beep test, or played a full 90 in a torrential downpour, or had just rolled out of bed for one reason or another. You always looked like you just stepped out of the pages of a sports magazine, even when you were forced to wear the hideous Portland jerseys.

The thing is, your girlfriend, Kelley, can’t even explain it but she’s more than willing to stand and stare and enjoy the view.

Currently, she and the rest of the team are watching as you help some of the trainers set up the cones for a drill and for some reason it seems as though no matter how you turned, you seemed to catch the light perfectly.

“Christ,” Sonny says, whistling lowly, “the fans might be right about Y/N.”

Kelley’s quick to reach out and swat at her young friend, “Hands off Sonnett.”

“I’m just looking.”

“No looking either!”

Unfortunately for Kelley (and the rest of the team) her voice travels just enough to be heard by the coaching staff, who are quick to rush them onto the field to get practice started.

Throughout practice, you do feel more eyes on you then normal but you brush it off as the training staff wanting to keep an extra close eye on you since you were still bouncing back from an injury. Of course, you noticed Kelley staring but that isn’t really anything new as you catch her staring at all hours of the day.

There’s also the cameras that feel like they're constantly on you. Which is weird to you but you push through and get on with the drills.

That afternoon when everyone has been loaded back onto the bus and you’re on your way back to the hotel, you notice the eyes on you again and you’re also pretty sure you hear someone whispering about the vein popping out on your forehead but you’re too busy arguing with Crystal to care.

“No, Y/N/N, there’s no way that you’re trying to tell me that ‘Hit Em Up’ is a better diss track than ‘No Vaseline,’” Crystal says, “‘No Vaseline’ is the diss track.”

A very important topic of conversation.

You shake your head fiercely before speaking, “Pac started the song by saying and I quote ‘that’s why i fucked your bitch you fat motherfucker’ then ended it by making fun of Prodigy for having Sickle Cell. Cube didn’t say anything that brutal.”

“Cube also didn’t need 3 of his friends to back him up in his beef,” Crys shoots back.

“He was beefing with the dudes that helped make him famous! HE DIDN'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS LEFT TO BACK HIM UP!”

The two of you have been having this argument on and off for weeks. Always over the same two songs and there is no doubt in your mind that your teammates are sick of hearing it. Especially the ones that have to put with you in POrtland and with the national team.

“Helped make him famous?!”

“Yes!”

“Seriously?!”

“Yes!”

The two of you are both leaning across the aisle, glaring at each other at this point, faces so close together that anyone else would’ve found it uncomfortable but the two of you had grown up together and as such were unfazed by it.

Out of the corner of your eye, before you or Crystal could continue, you noticed Kelley and Sonnett sitting in the back row glancing at a phone, then back at you, then back to the phone before giggling.

“I’ll get back to you in a second, Dunny, this isn’t over,” you say before getting up and heading towards your girlfriend.

It's not that hard for her to spot you coming, being in a confined space and all. The whole tall and tattooed thing you have going isn’t really beneficial to sneaking up on people either. BUt your height is currently working in your favor because it means you can easily see the way both Kelley and Emily scramble to hide the phone (and its screen) from your view.

“Hi, baby,” Kelley says when you reach them and drop into the seat across from them.

“Yeah, ‘hi baby’” Sonny mimics, earning an elbow to the gut from her fellow Georgian.

“That’s not suspicious at all,” you mumble under your breath. “Anyway, I was wondering if the two of you troublemakers made any plans for tomorrow or if I’ll actually be able to hang out with my girlfriend at some point this camp.”

“You can have her, Y/N/N, I’ve been trying to get rid of her days,” Emily jokes.

Laughing at the offended look on Kelley’s face, you press a kiss to the side of her head before heading back to argue with Crystal.

The next day, you and Kelley are basically attached at the hip, or more accurately, the hand with the way she’s been dragging you from place to place the entire time.

And now after much convincing (read: whining) from you, you’ve finally got her to agree that a nap is a good use of your afternoon.

There’s only one issue…

“Babe, the key to a successful nap is having your eyes closed.”

“My eyes are closed.”

“They aren’t,” you say.

“How do you know my eyes aren’t closed? You’d have to have your eyes open to tell.”

“I can tell,” you say, still not opening your eyes, “because I can always tell when you’re looking at me. Even in the world’s most crowded room, the feeling of your eyes on me is unlike any other. So close them so I can sleep.”

A soft kiss is placed on the underside of your chin and there’s a bit of shuffling as Kelley tries to get comfortable. You let her squirm for about 30 seconds before you tug her firmly against you.

“Yea that’s enough of that,” you say. “And for love of God, stop staring at me.”

“You say the sweetest things to me when you’re tired.”

“Mhmm, love you too. It’s time to go night-night now.”

“That’s the tone you use with Charlie,” Kelley’s voice is indignant.

“Shhh, it’s time to go night-night.”

There’s some grumbling from the older woman but you ignore her in favor of going to sleep.

When you wake up from your nap, Kelley is nowhere to be found which isn’t very surprising. Luckily you know exactly where to find her or so you thought.

The walk to Sonny and lIndsey’s room is a quick one but you get turned away at the door by LIndsey who tells you that neither Frat Daddy is inside. She tells you that they said something about the social media team but you instantly decide you want nothing to do with that.

So instead you head off to find your best friend.

Marcel.

But to find him you need to find his mother, an easy task especially when all you have to do is follow the music. Which leads you down the hallway to the room where the PTs are set up.

Walking in, you’re not surprised to see Crystal on one of the tables getting a massage, while Lynn plays with Marcel on the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Uncle sitting on the other table getting her hands looked at, but you don’t pay any attention to that. Instead you walk in and pick your little homie up.

“Hey,” Lynn calls out.

“Sorry Lynnie,” you say, “Marcel and I have some very important business to discuss.”

“He’s one!”

“Gracie’s corner is incredibly serious stuff, Williams. Crys, I’ll come find you when he needs a diaper change.”

You hear small chuckles from Lyss and the trainers but you’re mostly focused on the way Crystal grumbles her breath while shoo-ing you out of the room.

As you leave you can just mak e out the voice of one of the trainers saying, "It's like she doesn't even know she's doing it."

Whatever that means.

You spend the next 30 or so minutes wandering around the hotel, alternating between letting the toddler run ahead of you and carrying him while he mushes his fingers against your face, babbling on about whatever 1 year olds like. You make sure to respond when he pauses, wow-ing or asking him simple questions to encourage him to continue.

Eventually, the two of you make your way down to the conference room that’s been converted to a common area for the team.

The amount of heads that immediately turn to face you makes you slightly nervous and the nerves only worsen when you see Kelley and Sonnett once again shoving their phones behind their backs.

Rolling your eyes, you go and ploop yourself and Marcel down next to Charlie, finding the company of the two toddlers more entertaining than that of your teammates. 

Unnoticed by you though, both of the kids' mothers as well as a member of the social media team taking photos of the three of you. There’s also a few unheard comments directed at Kelley that may or may not have something to do with baby fever.

Life at camp continues in the same manner for the next few days with you going about your business while your girlfriend, her goofball friend, and the social media team continue to act strangely.

It all comes to a head one day after training.

The media manages to corner you before you get on the bus and they ask you to react to a few tiktoks that fans have made about you.

It takes you all of 3 seconds before you realize what you’re watching.

“Are all of these thirst edits of me,” you gasp, not removing your gaze from the screen. “This one is captioned: I’d let Y/N Y/L/N tie me. NEVERMIND!”

You manage to get through the next 5 minutes.

You stutter and blush and sweat your way through all 5 but you manage to make it through.

Not all the videos are as sexual as the first one, some feature clips of you with Marcel and Charlie but it still makes you very very uncomfy.

When you get on the bus, you’re greeted by the sight of most of the team grinning at you like maniacs, clearly already knowing what just happened.

“Who’s idea was that,” you ask, still standing up front.

No one speaks, so you groan before beginning to trudge your way to your normal seat across from Crystal.

On your way you notice the way both Kelley and Sonny can’t seem to hold back their giggles, so you pass your normal seat and go and sit with them instead.

“The two of you aren’t nearly as funny as you seem to think you are,” you say, dropping into Kelley’s lap.

“But we really are,” Sonnet laughs while poking you in the back.

“Yea it’s not our fault that the entire internet thinks you’re divine. I’m not going to be the one who argues with them.” Kelley leans up to press a kiss to your cheek but pouts when you lean away then stand up. “I love you,” she tries.

“Love you too.”

[chaosandcandies]

almost, always - ch 1

Warnings (only for this chapter) - pre-debut, social anxiety hinted, skz members are dumb (it's a joke please don't come after me) Pairings - idol!bangchan x female!bsf(oc)

Chapter One: Caught in 4K (Kind of)

HAN WAS LATE for practice. Again. And the thought of facing Minho's inevitable glare made his stomach sink. He rushed through the corridors, footsteps echoing against the walls, taking a sharp turn - until he skidded to a halt.

Bang Chan stood some distance away from, but that didn't make his eyes widened. The leader was almost always late - caught up with last minute meetings or deadlines. But seeing him with an unfamiliar girl, smiling like stars hung from every word she spoke? That made Han stop cold, staring so hard. In fact, it was a wonder that they didn't notice him - too engrossed in the conversation.

Han panicked.

Instead of walking up to them and greeting the girl — like any normal friend would — he ducked behind the wall. His heart hammered in his chest as he fumbled for his phone, fingers shaky as he dialed Minho’s number.

The line clicked.

"You're late, Han."

Minho's voice was flat, cutting through the receiver like a blade. No anger, no frustration — just cold indifference. Which somehow made it a thousand times worse.

Han swallowed hard, lowering his voice to a whisper. Why was he whispering?

"Uh, I know. But there are... more pressing matters."

"Like?"

"Like?"

"Did Chan hyung said he was going to bring a girl today?"

Han could hear some mumbling from the other side - probably Minho asking other members. Then Minho's voice came again, "The others have no clue. Is this some sort of prank, Han? Just come to practice. Bring hyung too on the way."

"It really isn't!" Han hissed, glancing around like someone might catch him. "I'm near the cafeteria - you know the corridor near the staircase and well Chan hyung is with a girl. A girl! Just come here? Use the staircase."

The line went silent. Then Minho's curt reply came, "This better not be a prank." And he hung up, leaving Han alone with his spiraling thoughts.

Is Chan hyung dating? Is he even allowed to? Will our group get cancelled because of this? Does JYP knows? Does his parents knows? Does Chan hyung knows? What am I even thinking? Gosh, Minho is going to kill me. I should kill myself at this point. I want to cry. I am hungry. Am I angry? Will that make me hangry?

Before Han's thoughts take a weird turn, sound of hurried footsteps echoed behind him. He turned around, and sure enough, the rest of the six Stray Kids members were sprinting toward him.

"What took you so long?" Han whisper-shouted as the members skidded to a stop beside him, panting.

"We ran," Seungmin huffed, doubling over with his hands on his knees. "Minho hyung said it was an emergency."

"It is an emergency!" Han grabbed Hyunjin's shoulders, shaking him lightly. "Chan hyung is with a girl."

Hyunjin blinked, sweat dripping down his forehead. "And? Let him live?"

"No, you don't get it," Han hissed, peeking around the corner. "He's smiling. Like, that smile."

The members crowded behind him, jostling for space as they peeked around the wall.

"Is that...?" Felix squinted. "I’ve never seen her before."

"Maybe she’s a trainee?" Jeongin whispered.

Changbin elbowed Han. "Why are we hiding? Should we just say hi?"

Han paled. "What if they’re on a date? And we ruin it? And Chan hyung kicks us out of the group?"

Minho, the only one not crouched down, crossed his arms. "If you all don’t shut up, they’re going to see us anyway."

They froze, collectively holding their breath as Chan glanced up, brows furrowing. He scanned the hallway for a moment, then went back to talking to the girl, laughing at something she said.

Hyunjin clutched his chest. "Why is that kind of more painful than getting caught?"

Han buried his face in his hands. "I’m going to pass out."

Han peeked through his fingers, voice barely above a whisper. "What do we do? I can't just walk in there."

"You were literally the first one who saw them," Minho deadpanned. "Why are we all here right now?"

"Moral support," Felix said, giving Han a thumbs-up.

"Group bonding," Seungmin added, completely serious.

Changbin squatted down, balancing on his toes. "What if she’s just an old friend? Or, like, a distant cousin?"

"Chan hyung is Australian," Jeongin muttered. "Would his cousin randomly show up in Korea?"

"Maybe it's a fan?" Hyunjin whispered, eyes wide. "What if she’s a secret sasaeng?"

Han paled. "Oh my god, what if she kidnaps him? What if she already has him emotionally hostage? Should we call security?"

Minho stared at them, visibly losing patience. "You do realise we haven't even debuted yet. So, how about we just walk over and ask?"

"NO!" Han, Changbin, and Hyunjin hissed at the same time, dragging Minho down behind the wall as if Chan had superhuman hearing.

Minho rubbed his temples. "I’m actually going to lose it."

They were still squabbling when disaster struck.

Han, too busy panicking, stepped back — and accidentally kicked a trash bin. The metallic clang echoed through the corridor like a gunshot.

"Run," Changbin mouthed, eyes wide.

But it was too late.

"What are you guys doing?"

The voice froze them in place like a spell. Slowly, painfully, they turned to see Bang Chan standing a few feet away, the mystery girl by his side. Chan squinted at them, brows furrowed in confusion.

Han’s soul nearly left his body.

"Uh..." Han started, glancing at the others for help.

Felix quickly pretended to tie his shoelaces. Seungmin examined the ceiling like it was a work of art. Hyunjin casually leaned against the wall — except there was no wall, so he just collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud.

Minho, the only one who looked remotely sane, cleared his throat. "We... came to get you for practice."

Chan raised an eyebrow. "By hiding behind a wall?"

The members glanced at the girl beside him. She had a forgettable face, straight black hair, and dark eyes that darted away from contact. Her oversized sweater swallowed her frame, and her scuffed sneakers dragged slightly as she walked. Nothing about her stood out — except the way her fingers trembled when she held her phone, as if carrying a weight no one could see.

Chan - sensing the members curiosity - sighed. "Ah, guys," he started, "This is Hanuel. She is my-"

Han didn’t let him finish. He bolted forward, startling everyone as he grabbed Chan by the shoulders.

"Hyung, are you dating her?" he blurted, voice cracking.

The hallway went deathly silent. Felix froze mid-shoelace loop. Hyunjin stayed face-down on the floor like a corpse.

Chan blinked, stunned. "What? No! She’s my best friend."

The members erupted.

"Best friend?!" Hyunjin practically shouted, and Felix slapped a hand over his mouth.

Seungmin narrowed his eyes. "Since when do you have a best friend?"

"Why haven’t you mentioned her?" Jeongin added, brows furrowed.

Han didn’t say anything. Instead, he stepped back and just watched.

Because while the others fired questions like bullets, Han saw how Hanuel’s grip on her sleeve tightened. How her breathing sped up, chest rising and falling just a little too fast. How her eyes flicked toward the exit, calculating.

She was panicking. And no one was doing anything about it.

"We’ve been friends since I came to Korea," Chan explained, rubbing his neck. "She’s just visiting, so I thought I’d show her around."

Hanuel nodded, voice feather-light. "Hi. It’s nice to meet you."

Her voice wobbled a bit in the end, barely noticeable. But Han felt it like a punch to the gut.

"Why didn’t you tell us?" Changbin asked, crossing his arms. "We thought you were secretly dating someone."

Hanuel flinched. Barely.

Han opened his mouth — but then closed it. He had already done too much damage.

"I... I should go," Hanuel said suddenly, taking a step back and forcing a polite smile. "I didn’t mean to interrupt practice."

Chan frowned. "You’re not interrupting—"

"It’s fine," she cut in, her smile too wide. "My shift will start soon."

Chan hesitated. "Are you sure? I can walk you out—"

"I’m sure." She nodded so quickly it looked painful. "I’ll text you later, okay?"

And she left.

Just turned and walked away, her steps fast and stiff, her shadow stretching long down the corridor. No one chased after her.

No one said anything.

Except for Chan, who sighed, rubbing his face. "You guys freaked her out," he muttered, glaring at the group.

Hyunjin snorted. "You freaked us out."

They kept talking, bickering like nothing happened.

But Han stayed quiet, staring down the hallway where Hanuel disappeared, the guilt in his chest heavy and unshakable.

Because he was the only one who saw her slowly fall apart.

And he didn’t do anything.

Hey y'all! This is Candy. This is my first time posting something on tumblr (or posting a ff for that matter) and I hope I've done a good job ＞﹏＜ Please don't be a ghost reader and leave likes and comments - it means a ton! Check out chapter 2!

[atleastpleasetelephone]

29. with late 60s elvis? i wonder if he was ticklish lol

Tickle Me

A/N: I bet he was.

Pairing: 68 Comeback!Elvis x reader

Word count: 719

TWs: Tiny bit of angst. Mostly fluff.

Elvis has been sitting there, staring into space with that look on his face for what seems like hours. You usually just leave him to it when he gets like this, but it’s late (or is it early?) and there’s no-one else around. Tomorrow is the first day of filming for the Singer special, and you know he’s nervous. Not that he would say that to you, or to anyone for that matter, but you know it must be true. After all these years doing movies, it's got to be frightening to go back to singing in front of a live audience again. A big crowd, Parker had promised, of real die hard Elvis Presley fans. Elvis had got moodier as the day wore on, cussing as he made mistake after mistake during rehearsals. It wasn’t like him to make any mistakes at all, which is another reason you know he’s nervous. He made it through the usual jam session with the guys, the presence of Scotty and DJ relaxing him into something like his normal self, but after that he got moody again. And now it’s like he’s sitting there with a big black cloud over his head. He hasn’t told you to leave yet, so you haven’t. In fact, he hasn’t said a word to you for the past hour. He’s just staring. 

“Elvis?” You try, quietly. 

He huffs out a loud sigh. “Not now, kitten.”

Elvis isn’t ready for you to interrupt his thoughts yet. He’s too busy worrying about what will happen if he messes up tomorrow, running through the setlist in his head over and over again, and trying to remember what on earth he’s supposed to be saying between songs. 

You yawn and stretch. “I’m tired.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and makes another exasperated noise. 

“Go to bed then.”

Biting your lip, you hum awkwardly. 

“What?” He snaps. 

Walking over to where he’s sitting, you look down at him seriously. “I can’t, El.”

“Why not?”

“You’re sitting right in the middle of it.”

He looks around, as if seeing himself and the position he's in for the first time. 

“Oh. I guess I am, kitten.”

Your eyes meet and you sit down next to him. He still looks fed up, and you want to find a way to cheer him up. Get him out of the funk he’s been in all day. For a moment you’re not sure what you’re going to do, and then all of a sudden you’re running your fingers up and down his sides, tickling him. He yelps in surprise and tries to fend you off, but you’ve got the element of surprise on your side and you jump on top of him, knocking him onto his back and carrying on tickling, making him laugh and squirm and thrash around. 

“Kitten!” He exclaims, almost crying with laughter as you concentrate your efforts on his belly now, sitting on his legs and weaving your body from side to side to avoid his hands. “Stop! Please!” He’s wheezing now, still laughing but struggling to breathe a little. 

You giggle and run your fingertips up his sides before flopping down completely on top of him, finally resting your forehead against his. He’s breathing hard, but he’s smiling. 

“What was that for?!”

“You were in my way, I wanted to sleep.” Your mouth curls into a cheeky smile again. 

“Ya couldn’t have jus’ asked me to move?”

You shake your head. “Nope. You looked like you needed a good tickling.”

His eyes flick over your face, considering his options for a moment. Then, without a word, he grabs you and flips you onto your back with him on top, and before you realise what’s happening his fingers are in your armpits. 

“Ahhh! El!! No!” You squeal. 

He chuckles, his body pinning you down as he continues to tickle you. He lets you thrash around for a while, and then when you seem quite worn out he stops. 

“What was that for?” You ask him, knowing fine well he couldn’t resist getting you back, but enjoying the teasing conversation anyway.

“Oh kitten,” he begins, rolling off you and pulling you into his arms, “I couldn’t help it. You just looked like you needed a good tickling.”

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[buckwheeler]

This, sort of looking around

buck/eddie, buck & eddie & chris

Eddie’s in the kitchen, his old kitchen, or, Buck's kitchen. His real kitchen. He’s staring into the refrigerator like it might hold any kind of answer, when his phone starts ringing. Chris is in his room- his real room, or. His old room. Eddie’s in his kitchen. Tommy’s name pops up on his phone screen, calling. For half a second, he has half an instinct to screen the call out of sheer habit. The couple of times Tommy tried to reach out to him after everything, Eddie hadn’t even let it ring twice. Felt a little bad but. There hadn’t been anything left to say. Now, though. The instinct is only half an instinct, for half a second. Because of the over-riding instinct. How Eddie has kept note, without conscious decision, of Bucks current whereabouts and who-with-ness from the moment he got off the phone with him a week ago. The call where Buck told him that Bobby was dead. So, he answers the phone immediately. 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks.

“Hey, Eddie,” Tommy starts, harried and stumbling and weird.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks again. 

“Look, um, it’s Buck…” Tommy says. Of course it’s Buck. What else would it be?

“Is he hurt? Where are you? What’s-“

“No, he’s not hurt, God, I’m sorry. It’s just. He’s… he’s upset,” Tommy gets it out quick, all in a rush, which Eddie appreciates. Wishes he’d go faster. 

“You’re at your place?”

“My place. Listen, I can text you the address if-“

“I remember,” Eddie says, and hangs up the phone, already walking towards Chris’ room where he knows he isn’t asleep. “Buddy,” he knocks, tries to keep his voice calm. 

“Yeah, Dad? Come in-“ 

Eddie cracks the door open. Steady breathing. “I’m just going to pick up Buck, okay? Can you promise me you’ll call me if you need anything-“

“Yeah, I promise. Is he okay?” Chris sits up where he was hunched over his phone, drops it on the bed even. 

Eddie nods quickly. “He’s upset. So I’m gonna go get him, and then everything’s gonna be fine. Okay?”

“Okay. Um. Tell him I love him.”

Eddie could cry. As it stands he takes a couple of quick steps to kiss Chris’ head. “‘Course I will. He knows that. Okay, please call me if you need anything I won’t be long.”

He keeps to the speed limit. Nobody is in physical danger. Buck is upset. He’s upset. He’d seemed okay. He’s been acting so horribly okay. All week. Picking Chris and Eddie up from the airport. Getting them all set up at the house. Always half an ear on the phone. Making arrangements and carting off meals to Athena and Chimney and Hen. He had seemed okay. Every time Eddie tried to talk to him, to find him in a corner, Buck had just told him. He was okay. As okay as he could be. It was awful, it was awful but he was okay. Said Eddie should get some rest. Picked up his phone again.

And Tommy. Tommy had been around. Eddie knew he’d been the one to drive Buck home, after the lab, after everything. He’d been there. It was good for someone to be there for Buck who hadn’t just had their own limb detached. Someone who’s heart hadn’t been ripped out so completely by this. He had seemed okay. 

And at the funeral, Buck had spoken so beautifully. It had seemed normal, after the wake, when he’d slipped out with Tommy. Eddie'd figured it made sense.

Tommys place looks exactly the same. The whole of L.A looks exactly the same. Nothing is.

Tommy answers the door looking pale, disturbed.

“I’m sorry, he-“

“Where is he?” Eddie asks. Hears his own voice like it sounds at a scene, how it used to sound at a scene, calm and direct. He doesn’t have to wait for Tommy to answer because he hears him. Buck. This sound. Down the hallway. He doesn’t register himself crossing the space, to the bedroom. He’s never heard Buck make anything like this sound. 

He’s curled in on himself, on top of the sheets. For a second Eddie thinks Tommy lied, that he is hurt. He’s completely stiff, clutching his own chest. His shirt half-off. He’s red. He’s shaking. The sounds are long, drawn and loud. There’s no spluttering breath between them, just quick, quick gasps. Much too quick. Eddie kneels on the floor by his head. “Okay. Hey. Hey, Buck,” he puts his hand in his hair. “Hey, Buck.”

Buck says “Eddie.” He says “Eddie.” He says, “Eddie.” He says “Eddie.”

“Hey, buddy, can you look at me please?”

Buck looks at him. 

“We need to breathe, okay?”

Buck says “Eddie.”

“It’s okay. We just need to breathe, okay? In.” He breathes in. Buck breathes in. Eddie holds it for a moment. Holds Buck's eyes. Breathes out, loud. Long. Buck mades a sound like before but choked off. Choking.

“Okay. Let’s do that again,” Eddie says.

Buck says “Eddie.”

It takes a little while to get him regulated, in and out, back in the room, back on earth. Eddie gets him sitting up. He gets his arm through the hole of his shirt. He takes a glass of water off the nightstand and brings it to Buck's mouth. Buck drinks. When Eddie takes the glass away and sets it back down Buck says “Sorry.”

“Yeah, okay, well, you don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Eddie says. He wipes at Buck's face with his sleeve. He takes his pulse. It’s fast but it’s alright. 

“I’m sorry,” Buck says again, miserable and spluttering. “I’m okay,” he takes a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

“No you’re not,” Eddie says. He moves to sit on the bed in front of him. He rights the shirt a little better. “Of course you’re not okay.”

“I have to be,” Buck says. “Bobby told me. I’d be okay.”

Eddie feels like someone’s punched him, in the stomach, hard. Bobby. Bobby. He could never stop owing him. For everything. He loves him. He was his friend, he misses him. He wishes he wasn’t dead. “Buck,” Eddie runs his sleeve over his ruddy cheeks again. “you will be okay. Eventually. You’ll be some kind of okay, some day, but of course you’re not okay right now. How could you be? I’m not okay, nobody is, Buck-”

“I have to be. I have to be okay,” Buck insists.

“Okay,” Eddie says, “Okay but it’s me. You’re with me. You don’t have to be okay with me. That’s the deal.”

Buck looks at him for a long moment. His eyes are puffy. He hasn’t stopped crying, still, and there’s a steady stream of snot coming out of his nostrils which he’s wiping on the pillowcase. “Okay.” 

Eddie nods. “Okay.”

“Bobby’s dead,” Buck says, completely baffled. Completely shocked, perturbed, like he doesn’t understand it at all. Like he doesn’t even understand what the words mean. Like someone’s told him a lie. A ridiculous, absurd lie, that could almost be funny if it wasn’t so offensive. He says it a little like he’s asking. Like he’s pleading. Like he’s desperate to comprehend it. Like he’s begging, for something. Like he’s hit. Like he tripped. Like he’s falling.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says. “I’m really sorry.”

Buck looks offended. “It’s not your fault.”

Eddie knows now’s not the time to point out how that feels debatable. How they could never know, if there was something, something he could have done. If he’d been there. He wasn’t there.

“I didn’t mean sorry like that,” he says instead. “I meant I’m sorry like. I love you, and I wish I could take your pain away.” He can hear himself crying. He doesn’t mean to. 

“Me too,” Buck says. “I’m sorry like that too.” He’s still shaking. Eddie touches his arm. He’s cold and sweaty. Eddie takes his hoodie off, puts it on Buck, pulls his arms through the holes, zips it up. He pulls the hood up over Buck's head and pulls the strings so it’s snug around his face. He holds Buck's head through the material, firmly.

“Chris-“ Buck says suddenly, panicked.

“He’s okay. He’s at home, he’s okay,” Eddie says. “He told me to tell you he loves you.”

“He shouldn’t be by himself,” Buck says miserably.

“No. Well, let’s go home, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Buck sniffs. 

Eddie pulls Buck's legs over the edge of the bed. He finds Buck's shoes, in the corner. He kneels down and puts them on Buck's feet. Ties the laces. Double knots. He stands up again, takes Buck's phone off the nightstand and puts it in his own pocket. Takes Buck's arms and pulls him up. He’s still shaking. He’s not steady.

Tommy’s in the front room, sitting on the edge of the couch. He stands up when they come in.

“Hey,” he says. He looks terrible. Buck's looking at the door.

“Hey. We’re gonna go home,” Eddie says.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy says. “Shit, I just. I thought he was okay-“

“You’re good, man,” Eddie says. “Thank you for calling me.”

“Of course,” Tommy says. 

“Sorry, Tommy,” Buck says. “That was really… intense.”

“No,” Tommy says. “Don’t, I mean. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I shouldn’t have. I-“

Buck just shakes his head. “No, It’s okay. Really. Thank you for calling Eddie.”

Tommy sighs, and looks so sad. He hands Eddie Buck's jacket. Eddie puts it onto Buck, zips it up to his chin.

“Get home safe, okay?” Tommy says.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, already moving to the door.

Buck’s quiet on the drive home, collapsed against the window. His eyes are closed but Eddie knows he’s awake. He’s still not breathing quite right. 

“I’m not leaving again,” Eddie says. Buck’s eyes blink open.

“Chris,” Buck says.

“We’re gonna figure it out. We can. Or you come to Texas with us, for a bit. Or. I don’t know. I mean that I’m not leaving you again.” He wants to say ‘ever.’ That feels too big for the car. And what matters most is that Buck knows Eddie means ‘now.’ He’s not going to leave him alone, now. 

“Okay,” Buck says. He sniffs and closes his eyes again. 

Chris is awake. He’s sitting on the couch, biting his nails, watching Family Feud. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask any questions, as Eddie and Buck shuffle in- Eddie still holding Buck around the elbows, despite how he’s walking okay now. Eddie helps Buck onto the sofa, sits the other side of him. Chris pulls Buck into a hug. 

“Hey, buddy,” Buck says, quiet. Eddie keeps a hand on his back, rubs it, catches Chris’ arm where it’s wrapped around him.

“You okay?” Chris whispers.

“I’ll be okay,” Buck says. “I’m sorry I worried you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Chris says. Then, “It’s so sad.”

Eddie leans forward, puts his arms around both of them.

“Yeah,” Buck says. 

Eddie can feel him squeeze Chris’ shoulder. He finds Buck's wrist and squeezes it. He puts a hand in Chris’ hair. Canned laughter on the T.V. The smell of Eddie’s laundry detergent, where his face is pressed to Buck’s shoulder. The hum of the kitchen light. Chris’ socked foot propped up on the coffee table. Buck’s breath evening out. The telenovela box sets lined up on the shelf. One of Chris’ drawings, framed, propped up next to the radio. The smell of Buck’s shampoo. Eddie closes his eyes. Chris guesses an answer. The T.V show. He gets it right. Buck says, “you’re so good at that.”

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[beom9yus]

dare - choi soobin x reader

: soobin x genderless reader

: oral-soobin receiving, cum eating?tasting? pretty much it

: 2k words - just simply wanted to write about sucking him off LOL

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stare at your friend who was laying down on the hospital room bed. He’s looking away with a cute bunny pout as you laugh in his face. “How did you-how did you manage to break both your wrists and parts of your fingers?” You start shaking as you bite your bottom lip, trying to hold back from laughing in his face. You feel your cheekbones plump up from smiling, not being strong or mature enough to have a serious face.

His hands that are in casts almost all the way up to his elbows, are currently on the side of his body, one hand being mostly free, casted from his lower palm downwards. Meanwhile the right was entirely sculpted in a cast. Sadly for Soobin, you couldn’t help but guffaw. It was too funny. He’s annoyed now, raising his upper body up to quietly yell at you. He furrows his brows as he tells you, “Stop. It’s not even that funny. Hyuka dared me to do a cartwheel and I made it to the part where my hands are on the ground, and my legs in the air… and I have no clue what happened next. I’m going to be double handless for who knows how long.” 

“You’re literally the last person anyone should dare when it comes to doing anything physical. Over six feet and you’re bad at anything that has to do with using your body.” He rolls his eyes and tries to cross his arms as he realizes he can’t, not properly at least. He just responds with, “yeah yeah whatever.” 

You think again about Soobin trying to do a cartwheel and you start to feel yourself cry from the amount of giggles and chortling, hands wrapped around your stomach. “Damn Binnie, how are you going to do anything now? You quite literally need both your hands for almost everything.” You wipe some of the tears that rolled down your face, “By the way, did the rest of the group come already? I haven’t checked my phone since I got your call…Wait, how did you even call me?” 

Looking unamused, he replies, “I had Hyuka dial you for me for your information. And yeah, they came already, you’re the last one to get here.” He looks like he’s thinking and he raises his head, looking ahead, and his eyes widen, “holy shit you’re right, how am I gonna do anything. How am I going to-“ he stops mid sentence as his ears redden. You quickly catch on. “Dude, you’re nasty.” 

“Shut up, you’re the one that’s thinking weird stuff. Also, I’m probably going to have to see if I’ll be excused for some assignments or something? I’ll have to figure it out.” 

“Well I’m not doing your assignments for you.”

You guys continue bickering like children until you’re both finally quiet. 

You hum as you finally calm down and sit next to him.

“Hey, when are they letting you go home?” 

“Tomorrow. They have to do extra checkups or something, I don’t know.” 

You nod as you finally ask him if he needs anything else and he tells you no, but it seems like he changed his mind. “Actually, can you change the channel for me? This is boring.” 

A day goes by, and both you and Soobin enter your shared space, finally getting home after they let him go. Obviously unable to drive, you had to bring him home. “Okay Soobin, welcome home again, don’t try to do any fancy aerobics for a while okay?” He just sighs, rolling his eyes, “ha ha. You’re so funny.” You shoot him a quick evil smile as you sit down on the couch. He decides to sit next to you as you put on some random movie. Most of the week is normal, Soobin able to do some low level things with one hand, and asking for your help with what he can’t. 

It was a quiet day when you entered the apartment. You put down the bags of groceries as you started heading towards Soobin’s room, asking if he wanted food. That’s when you hear him curse, “Shit, ow.” You thought he hurt his hand and needed something as you entered the room. 

“Hey Soobin, you need help with somethin-“

You widen your eyes in shock as you see him sitting on his gaming chair, sweatpants around his thighs, as his almost cast free hand is on his member. You struggle as you slowly step back, trying to look anywhere but at him. 

“Fuck I-I’m so sorry, I should’ve knocked. Let’s just forge-“

He doesn’t look that embarrassed, instead of hiding, he places his right arm over his face, voice shaking, “Y/n help me please. Please.”

You stop in your tracks as you try to process what he just said. “What?” 

He turns his face away and you can see how red his ears and side of his cheeks are. Left hand still on his dick, he starts answering you with a quiet and quivering voice, “it’s-it’s been more than a week since I’ve gotten off and I just…I just can’t. It hurts to try because of this stupid fucking cast, it’s too high up on my palm so it hurts me, a-and it’s my left hand so it’s harder. Please y/n, I wouldn’t want to ask you something this humiliating, I just need to get off. If..if you’re uncomfortable I understand too, I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away.” 

You kind of feel bad for the guy…

You deeply breathe in and out once, “Okay. I’ll help you. Only this once. I don’t want our friendship to get all weird, you’re important to me you know.” He lifts his head up as he looks at you, shaking his head quickly, “it won’t! It won’t, I promise! Please, just do something. Anything.” 

You go up to him as he watches you, his heart racing fast. It’s not like he hadn’t dreamt or thought of this once or twice. Maybe a thousand times. It’s not my fault, he thinks, he just thinks you’re the cutest person ever, no big deal. You get on your knees as you remove his hand from his dick. You wondered how you should help him, not realizing you were staring at it. He flushed at the way you were seemingly staring so intently, feeling his dick twitch. He was glad his hands were restrained, or else he would’ve lifted you up and kissed you by now. 

You hear Soobin whisper above you, “Y/n…”

“Oh. Sorry..um…” you quickly spit in your hand as you wrap your hand around him, unable to close the gap between your index finger and thumb. You see the way he gasps and slightly jumps from the feeling, liking the way your hand looks and feels on his dick. You stroke his dick shyly, unsure of what he even likes when it comes this kind of stuff. You guys were close, but never talked about anything this sexual before.

You look up at him nervously, and if Soobin was in some kind of cartoon, he’d probably be like those guys where you could see their hearts beat out of their chest. Your hands feel so soft on him, and he could tell the way you were apprehensive on what you wanted to do. Soobin trying to help, tells you, “harder, fuck, a little more, please.” 

You do as he tells you, seeing him moan quietly as he rolls his head back a little, bunny lips slightly opened. Your eyes divert back to his length in your hands, seeing how pretty it was. It felt hot and heavy against your palm. As you continued to look, a thought appeared: you wanted it in your mouth. Your body shifts at the thought, suddenly feeling hot as you swivel your thumb around his head, letting his precum smear against it, and you drag what you can down to his base. 

You look up to see Soobin with his head rolled back, breathing heavily, distracted from the way you were making him feel. You didn’t know, but Soobin was doing his best not to look at you too much or else he fears he might come too quick, wanting this to last. 

You take this as an opportunity, and you bite your lips as your face gets closer towards his dick. Opening your mouth, you finally take in his head. You taste him, sensing how he feels against your tongue. He gasps loudly as he involuntarily and softly places his hands, or in this case, casts, on your hair, taken by surprise. He accidentally bucks up his hips, making the cutest face you’ve seen. You look up at him with big eyes, tip of his dick in your mouth. 

Soobin swears he’s dreaming. He caresses your hair with his partly free hand as his breathing gets heavier, now panting at you slowly taking him into your soft, wet mouth more. His hair’s on his forehead, almost covering his eyes as he rolls them back, holding back from thrusting into the back of your mouth. He cries out at the feeling of you running your tongue on the underside of his dick, feeling his vein as your tongue moves against it. His abs flex due to his movements, his panting getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You like the heavy feeling of him on your tongue, and you start to focus on breathing through your nose more, taking almost all of him in your mouth. With your hands on his thighs, you start moving your head as you suck in your cheeks, wanting to see him break down. You suddenly hear and see him whimper, cute sounds flooding your ears, and it travels straight to your core. You see the way he closes his eyes, his eyebrows creasing close together, small scowl on his face from the pleasure, and the way he was building up a sweat just from getting sucked off. He looked good. 

You relax the best you can as you try to take him in deeper. You feel his head hit the back of your throat as you slightly choke, eyes watering and throat closing down. He looks down at you as he moans loudly, seeing your eyes wet and teary, making them shine while looking up at him, watching, seeing if you’re making him feel good. Your hand lets go of one of his thighs as you jerk off the rest of what you can’t fit in your mouth. 

You decide to try to deep throat him once more, taking him in all the way towards the back of your mouth, holding still once you feel his tip prod against the back of your soft tissue. Soobin moans and whimpers at the feeling of your throat constricting his dick, and tries his best not to lift his hips up, no matter how bad he wants to. “Ah shit, y/n…y/n feels too good, not-not gonna last like this.” 

You ignore him as you hear his sounds, whines spilling from his pretty pink lips as you continue to deep throat him. You moan at how needy you were starting to get, and Soobin almost cums, holding back like he has been this entire time because there’s no way he wants it to end any time soon. He looks down at you again, and sees how you’re drooling now, eyes, cheeks and nose red, your eyes big and watery, your lashes stuck together from the wetness. You go as deep as you can, choking around him as your nose almost touches his pelvis. 

This was the last straw for Soobin as he lets out a final moan and whine of your name as you remove yourself from him and feel his hot seed hit your face. You hear him continue to pathetically whimper as Soobin’s body is still tensing as he continues to come a lot, hot ropes of cum landing on your tongue as you stick it out, wanting to taste every part of him. 

Maybe his body wasn’t bad at everything, you’d have to find out. 

[batsyforyou]

Lindir Reacting to Pregnant Wife

Tags: Pregnancy, breakdowns, anxiety, overthinking delusions, and calm facade 

Pairing: Lindir x reader, Lindir x fem reader, Lindir x human reader

Summary: Headcanons of Lindir reacting to the news of a pregnancy while you have a breakdown. (Reader likes kids in this)

Elf words: melitse (sweetheart), Meleth nín (my love), 

Taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese 

Author’s note: Well, here is something small while I continue my much bigger stories. Also, it's been forever since I posted something so I tried my best. Basically the main idea is that Lindir shoves his anxiety and panic down to comfort the reader and as soon he is by himself he has a melt down. I tried to display a mental spiral so please let me know how I did. Also, I’ve had a big mental block lately, so if this comes off as a mental glitch then yeah that's what happened lol.

Lindir goes into protective mother hen/comfort mode before anything 

Suppresses any form of panic 

“I’m pregnant.” 

Looking up from his papers Lindir blinked, “What?”

Chewing your lip you hugged yourself, choosing to watch the burning candle on his desk, “I’m pregnant.” 

“But-but we haven’t.” He flushed, “I mean, not recently.” 

You sob, covering your mouth as you cry, “I’m sorry.” 

His mouth drops as he stands, “Oh, melitse.” 

You sniff, “I’m sorry, I know you weren’t expecting this. I mean it's in the middle of the night and I’m sitting in your chair, in my pajamas and I know we haven’t even had this conversation but-” 

Kneeling in front of your chair Lindir cupped your cheeks, thumbing away your tears. “Meleth nín please—please calm down, I am not upset with you.” 

You sniff, “You're not?”

Shaking his head, Lindir stood and sat in the chair next to you, “I am aware that we have not had a deep conversation about the possibility of children but this is a blessing.” 

Wiping at your face you sob, “I know nothing about being a mother.” 

“Nor do I know anything about being an atar. I will be there every step of the way meleth nín and there are many experienced elves here that we can talk to about this.” 

You snorted, “Like Elrond?” 

Lindir smiled, “Precisely.”  

You smiled some before frowning, “I’m scared.” 

Wrapping an arm over your shoulders he brought you into his side. “Me too.” Placing a hand onto your belly he took a moment to sense the tiny life inside you. 

He asks if you want him to return to your shared home with you but you insist on going alone stating that he needed to lock up the sensitive materials on his desk

Normally you would have waited for him to finish so he may escort you home but if you were honest with yourself you craved the quiet walk back, to settle your thoughts and to have some time to yourself. 

Lindir’s existential crisis starts… Now.

As soon as you shut the door behind you Lindir’s legs collapsed underneath him. 

Bracing himself as all his held in/suppressed anxious thoughts and fears come rushing in 

Stumbling into his chair, Lindir sinks so deep into his chair he feels a crick in his neck. 

When he got into a relationship with you he knew that there would be a day that he would have to say goodbye

The very reminder has always brought tears to his eyes and every new wrinkle he found on you whether it's a new smile line or not would bring him to holding you tighter each time he had you in his arms. 

But children? He had never considered this, neither of you even talked about this!

Watching you die and leave him was one thing but watching his children, his babies and their babies?

He cringes to himself. How could he be thinking that the loss of his children would be worse than losing you? His life partner, his best friend, his love, his wife, the woman who handles his eccentric moments and frustrations with the patience of a saintly Vala? 

Guilt sets in and stares at the space between his legs and at the floor. He should be better. A better elf. A better husband. 

What kind of child would want an ada that obsessed over how clean and orderly his books are. Or even an ada that can’t teach them the way of good swordsmanship? 

He could only think about how Glorfindel is a better elf

Despite how irritating he found the older elf to be he was in fact a more suitable elf for fatherhood

After everything Glorfindel, an elf who had been born in the time of the Two Trees, had traveled across the Helcaraxë, who’d died valiantly fighting a Barlog, who’d been reborn and sent back to Middle Earth as an emissary of the Valar, who’d watched friends and family die, and lead thousands of elves into battle and survived 

Had maintained his youthful love for life and kept his playfully energy.

Glorfindel is strong and Lindir knew that given the choice Glorfindel would suffer through the pain of losing his love to care, protect, and love the children left behind. 

Lindir on the other hand? He was not strong. The idea of losing you brought a sharp cry of agony to his heart.

So essentially, Lindir has a mental crisis lol 

At this point in the game one might except Elrond to miraculously appear around the corner, as if sensing the distress of his dear minstrel in the force

But nay! 

The part time librarian, a well known councilman, a retired warrior that is as sharp as his sword and potential history with the Feanorians Erestor enters the scene 

Possibly the greatest and weakest wingman in the game only because he sucks at his own romantic relationships but is great at giving unsolicited advice to everyone else lol.

Turning the corner Erestor locks his grumpy eyes on what can only be described as a limp noodle of an elf as Lindir sits in his chair with the posture of a crunched shrimp and a facial expression that can only resemble the dead

Lindir’s eyes are wide open and unblinking, staring at the floor between his planted feet

Erestor is the embodiment of “Snap out of it man!” 

Grasping a hold of Lindir’s shoulders, Erestor shakes the younger elf to his senses exclaiming that, “It is far too late to turn back now. You knew what would happen going into this relationship, despite my counsel.”

After a great pep talk from our man Erestor and being reminded to live in the present and not so far into the future. 

Lindir goes home to you to crawl into bed, stare up at the ceiling and overthink the baby stuff and makes plans to go talk to Elrond. 

Whatever happens Lindir knows that deep down, once you go he goes. 

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[sitkowski]

the white light of the morning ( jolly karlsson x nicholas ruffilo )

pairing: jolly karlsson x nicholas ruffilo cw: angst, hurt feelings, breaking up, a little bit of mental health stuff going on here. nothing is happy here. word count: 590 author's note: i am so sorry, i listened to a song and got painful thoughts? yes, this goes along with the last two jolly/ruffilo fics i did. yes, i'm gonna fix this later on. now i'm gonna go hide. title comes from the song by smyl.

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He’s not sure when it came to this. When he woke up and felt as if the walls were closing in around him, like someone had put a fifty pound weight in the middle of his chest and then expected him to do things like a normal functioning human being. He tried so hard but he thinks that the break is just the excuse that he needs to do this, because it gives him the chance to escape and stop trying for right now. This is how he explains it, this is how he thinks he’s going to make him understand. Everyone is struggling right now, but Jolly can’t look at Nicholas without feeling like he needs to run in the other direction.

He can see how each word is hurting him, but he says them anyway. It comes out in a rush, once he’s started he can stop. As if Nicholas doesn’t have enough going on with his best friend slowly falling apart under the weight of everything, his boyfriend adds to that by telling him he wants to take a break while the band is off the road. That he needs space. From him.

“We can fix it,” Nicholas says urgently, even as Jolly’s shaking his head. “Whatever it is, we can fix it—”

“It’s me, Nick, you can’t fix me.”

“Fuck you, you’re not broken.”

Jolly shakes his head and takes a step back. “Right, I forgot only one person is allowed to be burnt out by all of this right now.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it, don’t fucking do that!” Nicholas drags his hands through his hair in frustration. “You just said you needed space from me, what, you don’t love me anymore?”

His voice breaks, and this is the part where Jolly is supposed to assure him that he’ll always love him. That he’s wrong. But he just stares at him, tears welling up in his eyes. In front of him, Nicholas sucks in a shuddering breath and chokes out a sob.

“What did I do to make you fall out of love with me?”

This makes Jolly move. He grabs Nicholas by his face, pressing his forehead into his urgently. “Nothing, it’s not you, it's me. I need to fix this for me, okay? I’m not—I can’t fix it right now, with you. I need space for myself first.”

Nicholas shoves at him, feebly a first before he’s full on hitting Jolly in his chest, yelling and crying at the same time. Jolly lets him, he deserves it all. Maybe this is part of it, letting him get it all out so when the time comes that they have to see each other again, it won’t feel like a knife is being driven into his chest every time. It probably takes a lot for Nicholas to let him hold him after Jolly’s just ripped his heart out and destroyed it.

Eventually, Nicholas pulls back, dragging his hands down his tear stained face. “This isn’t over.”

“It is, Nick—”

“It is not over,” He insists, fisting his hands in the front of Jolly’s shirt and shaking him. His voice is edged with desperation and Jolly hates himself. “So you fix what you need to, by yourself because you think that’s actually healthy. Let me know when you’re ready to talk. Until then? Stay the fuck away from me.”

With that, he lets him go and storms out of the apartment. The slam of the door echoes through Jolly’s head for days.

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