#HE MANAGES TO MAKE ME SMILE WHEN I FEEL SAD WITH HIS SILLY JOKES

[stiffyck]

There's something about scar... idk what it is but whether it's the fanon designs of his character or the irl person he's just so. Handsome. Cute. Everything. He's just the man. The only man ever actually.

He's so cool. I hope he knows it.

[elllisaaa]

Hi!!! Can you please write headcanons for seventeen members about how they will act around their crush and random, cute, or dumb things they will do to subtly show their love to her? Tysm 🫶🫶

hii anonie ! i've already talked about how they acted around their crushes when i did the how they would confess reactions, but it was more in a you-already-are-very-close-to-each-other-way. so i'm gonna do it here again in a different way here, because i could talk about these boys being helplessly in love for hours I swear 😔. thank you for the request, hope you'll like it <3

how seventeen would act around their crush

-> pairing : svt x gn!reader

-> word count : 2.2k

-> genre : fluff

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

he may seem strong and impressive, but he would be like a high-schooler around his crush. 

it’s so obvious and funny that his members can’t help teasing him about how easy it is for you to fluster him. 

he wants to look dependable, and would 100% flex his muscles and show you how strong he is every chance he gets.

please acknowledge his effort and praise him, he’ll be all giggly and shy (so cute). 

already said that but he has such a golden retriever energy, like he could have had the worst day ever, as soon as he sees you, he’s happy again.

would always ask you about your day and listen carefully.

your biggest supporter in everything you do

it’s really easy to know that he has a crush on you, he doesn’t even try to hide it that much because what’s the point ? you have him wrapped around your finger anyway.

so it’s up to you to do something about it…

YOON JEONGHAN

so much teasing, so so much because that’s jeonghan we’re talking about 

but the thing is that he’s not teasing you as much as his members, letting slide things that he wouldn’t with the guys.

they have noticed of course, but they don’t say anything because jeonghan would kill them for exposing his soft spot for you.

however, he does not make it obvious, he wants to be sure that you have a thing for him too. 

sometimes he starts a conversation about the things he knows you like just to see your eyes sparkle and hear you talking on and on about what you’re passionate about. 

stares at you with a fond look on his face every time he listens to you. 

always team up with you and defend you when you play games with the other, even make plans on cheating with you and love that you’re always following his antics. 

let you play with his hair everytime you ask with his heart beating like crazy. 

HONG JOSHUA

the original gentlemen, i already said it and i’ll say it a million times if necessary. 

holds the door for you, puts his hands over the corners of furniture when you’re near so you don’t hurt yourself, waits for you when you have to fix your shoes when you’re walking. 

and he doesn’t even address or really acknowledge these gestures, it just comes naturally to him. 

he unconsciously cares for you and he melts inside when you smile at him to thank him.

so so gentle and attentive to your feelings and emotions

like he will notice immediately if you feel a little sad or if your social battery runs out during a gathering with your friends.

when he walks you home, he doesn’t leave until he has seen you get inside and heard you lock the door behind you. 

will probably get you flowers a few times just because “they reminded me of you” and hoping that you would take the hint and notice that it was in a romantical way.

MOON JUNHUI

a silly and goofy mess, part time idol and full time comedian really.

always has the biggest smile on his face when he manages to make you laugh, and would take notes of what type of humor you liked and make more jokes like that.

he would not be afraid to do something ridiculous or embarrassing if it makes you at least smile.

will become as red as a tomato everytime you come closer to him, and it’s so so obvious, all his efforts to play it off are doomed. 

hug him and it’s the end of him, he could die a happy man in your embrace.

often stares at you when you’re in the same room but not talking with each other, and if you notice him and stare back, he’ll act like he wasn’t looking at you (but his red cheeks are kinda giving it away).

he’ll have your favorite food and drink memorized and he’ll purposely order for you, in front of you, loving to see the shock on your face and then the pretty smile stretching out your lips. 

KWON SOONYOUNG

i think he would be very obvious too, like it’s not difficult to see that he has feelings for you. 

will try to show off his skills around you and impress you, bringing you over their dance practice and putting in a lot much more effort just for you.

if you tell him that he’s a good dancer or singer, oh he’s a goner, giggling and eyes sparkling at your compliments. 

despite his packed schedule, he would try to spend as much time as possible with you.

you ask him if he wants to hang out but he already had plans with some of his members ? screw them, he sees them everyday, and you’re the love of his life. 

he’s often seeking physical affection when he’s tired or sad and if you try to comfort him or offer him some cuddles, he’ll be on the verge of tears, so happy that you’re here for him.

all the little things you do for him have him falling even more for you, and he’ll be pretty quick to tell you about his crush because he wants you all for himself. 

JEON WONWOO

calm and collected on the outside, freaking out and screaming on the inside. 

as i’ve already said, i think he's the definition of the word soft for me, it’s so calming and soothing to be around him. 

the best listener, when you start to open up about your life and your problems, he’s delighted to know that you’re trusting him enough for that and that you’re seeking his comfort.

he’ll always be there to hear about your bad days or problems and advise you as best as he could. 

if you ever initiated physical contact, like landing your hand on his arm or pushing a strand of hair away from his face, he’ll be frozen in place and he’ll have to stop himself from blushing too much.

you could be in the middle of the most chaotic fight between his members and you two will still be there, discussing the most important and serious subjects. 

he would want to develop a real and deep relationship with you before telling you about his crush.

LEE JIHOON

can seem a little distant at first because he’s an introvert but he’s just too shy and impressed by you to talk to you first. 

so you’ll have to engage the conversation i fear but after that, he’ll come to you by himself.

he had spent so much time looking at you and being close to the conversation you were having with his members that he already knows a lot of things about you. 

everytime he mentions something new that you had not told him about yet, you look at him with a surprised expression that he thinks looks so cute he can’t help but keep on doing it. 

he would want to make you listen to some of his music, but he wouldn’t want to annoy you.

eventually, you would ask him to explain some things about it and he would be on cloud nine because you’re asking about him ? you want to know him more ?

often goes out of his way to do things for you in hopes that it will compensate for all the times he’s too shy to talk to you properly. 

LEE SEOKMIN

another funny man whose only goal is to see you smile and be happy. 

but also and mostly a sweetheart.

he would always be the first to greet you when you enter the room, immediately asking about your day and if it was good or not.

if you say no, he will do everything in his power to make it better (and would often succeed because his mere presence would solve 99% of my problems).

so attentive everytime you talk to him about something, entirely focused on you.

and he will remember a lot of little details you told him during these conversations. 

wants to know everything about you so he’ll ask soooo much questions and if you tell him that you don’t want to annoy him, he’ll be quick to reassure you that he’s interested. 

if you advise him to listen to a song or try out a type of food, he’ll do it and review it to you next time he sees you.

he feels all giddy inside everytime you smile at him, and he smiles so much himself when he’s with you that his cheeks hurt when he comes home. 

KIM MINGYU

golden retriever energy, a litteral puppy.

kinda the same as cheol, i think he would want to flex his muscles too, but more in the sense that he wants to impress you.

he’ll always try to help you with things that require strength just so he could show off his muscles. 

gets all shy when you praise him for that or compliment him, cheeks turning red and becoming a stuttering mess. 

often gets sleepy around you, and he heard that it can happen when you’re really comfortable around someone. 

let him sleep on your shoulders or lap, please, he’s so cute, and if you pet his hair too, his crush would become even more obvious. 

it is so visible to everyone that at one point, he starts to think that maybe you just don’t feel the same because he’s painfully obvious. 

but teasing mingyu is so much fun, and he’s so cute when he’s trying to impress you that you can’t help it. 

XU MINGHAO

i think he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings, and he would not show his interest in you at first.

he just wants to make sure that you’re also attracted to him before letting you know. 

he’s a pretty straightforward guy, and he doesn’t want to lose the time he could have spent with you instead.

would often make comments about the fact that he could be a good boyfriend, always looking your way when he’s saying that. 

compliments, so many compliments about your outfits or your makeup or on how smart you are. 

anyway, he always makes sure to praise so that you’ll see how good he could treat you. 

interested in everything you have to tell and love to have deep conversations with you.

would want his confession to be well prepared though, so he’ll practice a lot in order for it to be perfect and deserving of you. 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

immediately wants to know more about you when he gets introduced to you.

firstly, because he thinks you’re very pretty and that he was instantly charmed by your sweet smile. 

secondly, because your personality is just as sweet and charming. 

thirdly, because you’re not bothered to listen to his rambles for hours and hours, always staying attentives. 

he would always try to seek one-on-one time with you, asking you to go shopping together, or under the excuse of showing you this cute café he told you about some time before. 

even when you’re not around, he’ll always find a way of mentioning you during his conversation, and once he starts, no one can stop him. 

would whine and refuse every single one of your compliments, but the tip of his ears are so red it’s obvious how flustered you make him. 

CHWE HANSOL

very chill and calm usually, but every time you’re here, it’s like he gets a sudden burst of energy and adrenaline. 

outside of that, it would not show too much that he has a crush on you, and only his members or people that know him really well would notice the small changes in his behavior. 

would listen to the music you like because he thinks the type of songs people listen to are saying a lot about them. 

full attention on you everytime you talk, even if it’s not to him specifically.

he loves to just look at you, admire how pretty and easy-going you are. 

same as some of the others, he would want to know you well before confessing, just to be certain of his feelings. 

not easy to make him blush or fluster him, but if you start to praise him out of nowhere, his cheeks would be dusted pink. 

LEE CHAN

match his outfits with yours every time he has the chance, playing it off a coincidence but not daring to say that it makes you look like a couple even if it’s what he’s trying to imply by doing that.

he would want to teach you some of his choreos but would not want to impose this activity on you. 

so if you compliment him on how good of a dancer he is and how you wished you could be as talented as him, he’s quick to jump on the offer and become your teacher. 

will literally treat you like royalty even if you’re not his partner yet. 

would buy you random gifts just because they made you think of you. 

another one who’s very obvious, but because he’s not able to hide his blush and giggles every time you’re close to each other, or when you’re looking into his eyes. 

honestly so cute it’s hard to resist him for too long.

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[radiantmists]

this has haunted me since the first time i watched the movie.

[ID: two clips from Nimona. In the first, from the knighting ceremony, Ambrosius turns to Ballister with a wink and says, "Here comes the woo." Then he walks forward, calls "Woo!" and the crowd echoes him. The video cuts to a scene from the flashback, where Gloreth throws a rock into a bucket, then gives herself a little "Woo!" of celebration. Nimona watches from the forest. End ID]

when we first see ambrosius do this, he's just the golden boy jock hyping up a crowd; fine, whatever.

the second time, it's with this little smirking comment to ballister and we realize that its part of his Brand, but we've also seen him constantly joking with and gently ribbing ballister to cheer him up so it feels like a sincere part of his Brand, him sharing his excitement because he knows it makes other people smile. it's self-aware but still feels genuine, like ambrosius is just this class-clown sort of person who likes acting a little silly to make people happy.

and then we get ambrosius cutting his boyfriend's arm off because he was trained to, hunting his best friend down because he's expected to. we see how he hides his mental anguish from the people around him, even the director who he seems to genuinely care about and who's offering to listen. we get him trying to arrest bal, really believinh he's a killer, at least in part because bal's consorting with a monster and ambrosius knows what he's supposed to think about monsters. we see him latch on to the first explanation he's told for the director's confession, because it means she's good and bal's good but misguided and the monster's evil, just like it's supposed to be.

and then we see gloreth do the woo, and it's nothing like when ambrosius does it-- she thinks she's entirely alone, she's just cheering for herself out of pure and childlike joy, because she is a child and she's having fun.

but think about how this little mannerism has to have been carried into gloreth's adulthood, how people must have latched onto it so that it got passed down through generations. how it's not only self-aware on ambrosius' part but a deliberate part of his image as the direct descendent of gloreth.

except that infectious cheerfulness is also how he acts with ballister in private, and the people-pleasing is so ingrained that he pauses a manhunt to sign autographs. he needs his boyfriend to tell people about his allergies. he always smells of lavender and he bleaches his hair blond.

and some of these aren't bad things! but it begs the question, how much of who ambrosius is-- not just how he presents, but his whole identity-- was constructed to fit the perfect golden boy image?

and how sad is it that the kingdom and its forces of tradition and conformity managed to twist even this little, kinda dorky expression of joy into something obligatory?

[pokegalla]

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Oooooo more options to choose from on this! Plus a something i resonate with✨

(Also. I’m aware that Alastor is Aro/Ace. Just read it as platonic if you’d like!)

Hazbin boys with an S/o that noms affectionately!

Lucifer:

* Listen he already has seen all TYPES of affection! From his wife! And well the couples from those tv shows and his duck operas! (……he’s depressed leave the poor man alone-) but….nomming is definitely new.

* First time you did it, he legit screamed before realizing it was you. He’s like baby why-? You scared the shit out of me- bro thought his rubber ducks came to life and chose violence-

* But he soon learns that you just do it to show affection. And he learns this when he saw your face looking up at him from sheer adoration mid nom. And oh how could he say no to that precious face?❤️ he lets you do it anytime you want comfort or simply to show him how much you love him.

* So whenever you’re feeling down and you suddenly stop nomming, he’s rushing with a shitton of gifts to see if you’re ok and is ready to make you feel better.

* At this point he’s used to it and feels so loved whenever you’re around….

Alastor:

* Honestly I feel like he’s heard about nomming and had no idea what the hell it was. Until he met your ass. Now he’s wondering how he managed to get someone like you in his life-

* First time you are extremely lucky you didn’t fucking die- he barely lets people touch him unless you’re close to him. Which you are…..But you snuck up on him on this one. Lesson learned-

* He’s very confused when you explain it to him too. Like why ARE you doing this? Affection? Are you mentally ok-? He’s probably gonna need a little convincing but hey enough pestering and he’ll let you nom to your heart’s content (if it will shut you up-)

* But he ends up learning your emotional habits through noms. Sad? Your noms get less motivated and almost stops completely. Excited? You get that goofy smile on your face. Mad? Almost nomming his hand off- he makes mental notes of it.

* Safe to say, nomming actually got you closer to the radio demon. Such an odd turn of events!

Husk:

* He’s heard of nomming. Probably from some random person at the bar mentioned it. He finds it….well a weird ass conversation starter. But when he mentioned it to you and that he didn’t get it, you gladly showed him!

* And first time was definitely fucking hilarious. He let you nom his shoulder….and in return you got cat hair in your mouth for being a little too overzealous. Shit had Husk laughing for a hot minute-

* But overtime you were more careful and nommed places that were covered or with less hair. And overtime….he actually kinda enjoys it. Very chill about it. You could nom him mid conversation and he’d still just just talk like nothing happened-

* Though the moment you slow down because you feel sad? BOOM. Le kitty actually noms you! Which is probably shocking considering Husk’s grumpy ass. It was so cute, you forgot why you was upset-

* Talk about a happy win-win situation!!!

Angel Dust:

* Imma be straightforward…..he thought it was a sex thing. And hard to blame him. I mean the shit he’s seen and experienced? Nomming sounds too fucking innocent to not be horny-

* Buuuut first time you did it, he was completely caught off guard when you just suddenly lunged at his free hand. And yet….huh. It wasn’t TOO bad. He didn’t expect it to be gentle. He’s definitely gonna make a dirty joke about you being kinky-

* He never rejects your noms either. He just pats your head as if reciprocating your affection. He can’t help it! You just look like a little cutie when you do it! And your silly lil face you make? You’re his special lil goofball! Oh man he is gushing isn’t he?

* Bro be ready to gun down buildings if you’re sad and stop your noms. But if you’re just not feeling it? Shit say less. He’ll nom you! He’s so gentle too, not wanting to hurt you with his sharp teeth….but teases the shit out of you the moment you blush. He can’t help it :3

* He’s just a spidey boy in love. And any affection of yours is ok with him!

Sir Pentious:

* He’s….definitely not gonna know nomming. Or a lot of ways to show affection in general. He’s old school and inexperienced hun. But he has the determination. And that’s enough to you✨

* Though first time he did scream bloody murder, act like he was dying dramatically, then realize it was just you. So of course he asks what the heck was that for?! Once you explain it, he listens intently….and vows to practice the arts of nomming!

* So there goes a back and forth nomming session that happens ever so randomly- mostly him just trying to learn how to nom you carefully. Because have you seen his teeth??? He does learn though! And he actually finds it as fun as you do!

* Awwww but when you stop the sessions, he will demand his egg boys to prepare his chambers! So you and him and the egg boys cuddle up until you feel better. Which cmon it’s hard not to gush seeing how cute this is-

* He really lovesssss you a whole lot :D (that was an awful joke- :’D)

[alatushours]

☆ TENDER MOMENTS, genshin men — little things they do that never fail to make your heart flutter.

contents. features xiao, albedo, scaramouche & kazuha. established relationships. gender neutral reader. modern au. lots of fluff ! ! kinda crack in scara’s part lol tw. implied insomnia in xiao’s part ♡ word count. 594

notes. hi there, welcome back! thank you for all of the likes on my previous ‘enchanted’ piece, i appreciate it <3 here’s a little drabble with some of my favorite genshin short kings ! ! all of them are 5’3” except xiao WHO IS AN INCH SHORTER :sobs: how could hoyoverse do that to my baby >_< it’s okay xiao will always be taller in my heart 😍

xiao always answers your calls. no matter what time of day it is or what he’s in the middle of doing, he will always pick up the phone.

whenever you facetime him at two in the morning because you can’t sleep, the first thing he says when he accepts the call is, “do you want me to come over?”

before long you’re huddled up in bed with your head against your boyfriend's chest, his tattooed arms snug around your waist. “is this better?” xiao jokes, pulling the blankets tighter around your bare shoulders.

“much better,” you say, burying yourself deeper in the crook of his neck. “i love you.” the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the feeling of his fingers stroking your hair is enough to make your fall fast asleep soon after.

xiao smiles and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “sweet dreams, my love.”

albedo always takes the time to make you lunch to bring to work in the mornings. your health is his number one priority, and he wants to make sure you always having something healthy and filling to eat.

he’s always been an early riser, so it fits perfectly within his morning routine to pack you lunch. it’ll be something different every day; some days it’s a signature mondstadt salad, and other days it might be an inazuma-style bento box, like the one you said you wanted to try when you saw it at the grocery store with him.

sometimes you’ll wake up and go down to the kitchen to find him in the middle of preparing your lunch; he’ll kiss you good morning as he cuts up apple slices.

when you wake up on your afternoon shift days, you’ll notice the neatly packed container of food sitting on the kitchen counter, along with a bottle of water and a handwritten sticky note on the box’s lid with be sure to eat. i love you. -albedo

scaramouche supports you on all of your social media platforms. as a former internet influencer, he shows his love by helping you grow more popular.

one day, all of scara’s instagram followers were shocked when they saw the “0 following” turn into “1 following.” that one person, was you. not long after that, he posted a new story full of silly pictures of you and him, captioned “i wanna punch them (with my lips).”

scaramouche’s contact name for you is “my idiot 🖤” and though he’ll never admit it, he’s always stealing a glance at his phone to check if you texted him or not.

the moment you type “hi” he’ll respond with “what do you want” 0.000012875 seconds after you sent it. you’re always shocked, “how do you reply so fast ??” and then he leaves you on read 💀

kazuha leaves little notes for you everywhere. in between the pages of your notebook, stuck to the bathroom mirror, on top of your laptop.

the notes are short, but always so sweet; things like “i left a little surprise for you :)” with a handmade gift or a cheesy joke such as “are you the sun? because my whole world revolves around you. ;D”

he’ll always draw adorable little doodles of cats and leaves on the notes, and maybe even write a love poem for you if there’s enough space.

every note always manages to bring a smile to your face; you keep all of his notes in a mini album to carry around with you, so whenever you’re away or feeling sad you can take it out and read his sweet, loving words.

ending notes. and there you have it! this was so much less stressful than enchanted but it still took me a few days to finish it :/ sorry for the late night post but this was very cute and much easier to write, so i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing ! ! ♡

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[acciocriativity]

THE 'U' IN 'US' - AN ATEEZ SERIES - THE INTRO

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 420 words

N/A: I'll be writing the first three chapters next week, and then I'll be posting it once in two or three weeks!

If anyone it's interested in being tagged, let me know!

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You took a deep breath as you notice people naturally siting together at the cafeteria in slow waves. Even if you had courage to walk up to any of them, you knew you didn’t belong, and they would realize soon enough too. And you can be a lot of things, but proud is right up there at number one.

You didn’t have anyone, you weren’t anyone’s priority, but you would rather die than let that show. So you do what you always did, let the headphones build the illusion that you chose to be unavailable.

You ate at your own pace, half embarrassed at the thought someone would see you eating, half annoyed at yourself for caring so much still.

You were so stuck in your bubble and silly TikTok videos that you didn’t notice the sudden chaos that ensued after the doors opened wide, nor when that boy walked up to you.

His shoes by the side of your table was the first thing you saw. Then his long ass legs as your eyes trailed up his body until you found his eye smile and red ears. He had two set of golden caramel ears on top of his blonde hair.

Why this dude was smiling at me like won the lottery?

“Can I sit here?”, you read his lips, then slowly took off your headphone.

What kind of sick joke from the universe is this?

It wasn’t a joke, and it didn’t even start yet, you quickly realized as seven other boys walked up to your table.

“Can we sit here?”, a tall boy with a deep voice asked as he leaned over the shoulder of another one, a slightly smaller, yet muscular one with a cute smile and black hair. Both of them had tails waving slowly behind their bodies, but no ears in sight.

“Do I know you?”, you scanned their faces one by one, until you found his yellow tinted brown eyes again.

Somehow they seemed familiar, some had tails, others ears and only one seemed like you, a 100% human. But where the fuck did you meet them before?

“Don’t you remember us?”, one of the shorter ones with brown hair, the one who looked human asked, but he didn’t seem sad about that fact, he was smiling just as much as the others.

What did you do to make life give you a brand-new group of friends, you didn’t know… yet.

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[luveline]

jade my darling, could i please request the bf that is fred weasley looking after r with an ear infection? it could be muggle OR modern!au and not in the asf universe but up to u <333 i just need comfort from my freddie because i am in immense pain with a probable ear infection (spoiler: it sucks!)

sorry this took me those two days sweetheart i hope you're doing better now!! asf fred x fem!reader

"My mum said I should give you mudwort and lavender tincture," Fred says. 

"Both sound awful," you mumble, laying on your back on the sofa, hands held out to take his as he approaches. He tried to make you chew mudwort this morning, you vehemently denied it. 

Fred looks bitten by the cold, though he's barely been gone for ten minutes. Quicker to go see his mum and ask for a solution than pen a letter and wait for her to get it. He crouches down next to you and feels along your forehead with his cold fingers, a nice relief. 

"You okay?" he asks. 

"I'm okay, please don't make me take mudwort." 

"No, I won't," he assures you. He's wearing a frown, the 'my heart is so broken for you' expression he actually lets you see these days. 

"You used to do all your worrying secretly," you mumble. 

"So did you," he says, kissing your head carefully. 

You wince despite his gentleness, the ache in your ear having pervaded into your teeth and brow, even behind your eye. "Can I have more painkillers now?" 

"Yes, I think so. It's not quite been four hours, but," —he sighs and kisses your hand before letting it rest on your chest— "I don't think it's alright for you to be in this much pain, lovely girl." 

Even now his pet names make you giddy. Smiling through the pain, you pull the throw blanket he's laid over you upto your chin. You haven't cried for a few hours, but the pain is acute and building fast. Your eyes hurt, your nose hurts, Fred's too far away and his stupid brother hasn't come to see you, either. 

"Will George be coming over?" you ask. 

Fred pops ibuprofen and paracetamol into his hands. If you're refusing mudwort (as you have from the beginning of your sickness), then those will have to do. "Round two." 

"Time is it now?" 

"Two. Sit up, then, you can have these with some apple juice." 

You blow out a suffering breath and sit up. Your ear feels better for it, honestly, so you elect to stay sitting, taking your tablets and shifting your legs to make room for your devoted boyfriend to sit beside you. Luckily you're not contagious. Fred's the one who made you sick, and he got sick from one of his many siblings who got sick from who knows, but so far you're the only person to suffer with an ear infection. 

He's free to sit close to you and ogle you shamelessly. "You're still very, very pretty, even when you're ill. How do you manage that?" 

You smile at him. It's a sad smile, too pained to really give him much minding. "Practice," you joke. 

Fred appreciates your effort. He pulls your arm into his lap to touch gently, drawing shapes and stars and spirals into your hot skin. 

"Mudwort's not as bad as you remember," he begins lightly, his nonchalance a dead giveaway that it is definitely as bad as you remember. "It's like long grain rice, you know?" 

"It tastes like clay if clay was evil." 

"Yeah," he says, his guilty smile making apples of his cheeks, his freckles dancing. "Okay. The lavender tincture will be ready in a bit, you don't have any qualms against lavender, do you?" 

"Quite like lavender," you mumble, closing your eyes. You're too tired to stay alert but hurting too much to sleep. 

"I quite like you, ghost," he murmurs. Ghost a silly nickname and not silly at all, a lasting moniker that the twins defer to whenever they feel like being especially affectionate. You used to be very quiet before you met them, like a ghost. 

You frown deeply as a wave of throbbing pain worsens. Lost in it, you're unsure how much time passes, but George arrives at the same time as the tinctures ready, sitting gingerly beside you. 

"This is very unfortunate," he says. He pokes your arm. "Fred does realise that if he fails to look after you, we'll only have Lee Jordan left?" 

"You love Lee Jordan," you mumble. 

"Ah, but I love you more." You squint at him. He looks a lot like Fred, but he doesn't look at you as Fred does. When Fred looks at you, it's with a lovelorn, inescapable fondness, like he wants to wrap you up in his arms for days at a time and just hold you. George grimaces at your dishevelled appearance. "Well, I loved you. I'll give a heartfelt eulogy." 

"We aren't best friends anymore," you complain, pushing at his hand ineffectually. 

Fred sits down. You'd barely recognised his departure. "I think you should mercy kill me," you say, scrunching your eyes closed. You're joking but tears well unbidden along your lash line, trying hard to push out. You scrunch your eyes harder. 

"You'll be okay," Fred promises, tincture in hand. "I promise. You'll have a couple of drops of this, okay?" 

"Wait, I have to eat it?" you ask, suddenly much more reluctant. 

"Yeah. I'll take some too, if you like. We'll all have lavender mouths." 

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, knowing Fred will dropper the tincture into your mouth. It's oily and tastes cloying. George presses a cup into your hands, and you drink quickly to get rid of the bad taste.

You nearly gag, swallowing roughly against the oily feeling coating your teeth. 

"Bet you wish you'd taken the mudwort now." 

"Shut up, George." 

George doesn't shut up. He doesn't yell, but he talks to you for a while, staving off tears with his presence alone. He gives your hand a good squeeze as he says goodbye, promising to bring you a proper jar of sweets if you make it through the infection. 

"I notice you haven't offered me anything," you tell Fred as he sits down. Tears bump down your cheeks from the pain. You're trying to ignore them. "I want things, you know." 

"That's music to my ears," he says, pulling your head toward his chest gently, giving you the chance to stop him if it hurts. "I love when you want things. I'll get you literally whatever it is you want just as soon as you can fight your poorly ear off." 

Fred gives you a tiny kiss at your crown. You sniffle.

"What can I do?" he asks. 

"This is really perfect," you say, wiping your tears away before they can tickle. "I have everything I need until it's over. You and paracetamol." 

He knows how much you mean it. Nearly every horrible thing you've lived through has been while you were holding his hand. Fred looks a little like he could cry himself as he smiles at you, stroking your damp cheek with the back of his hand. He softens his touch as your eyes flutter closed, his voice like a hum as he says, "Sorry, lovely. I didn't mean to make you so unwell." 

"I could've slept on the sofa," you say with a shrug. 

"But you insisted on taking care of me, and now you're not well," he says, kissing your crown a second time. "I'm sorry. Please try not to cry, okay, it's only going to hurt more." 

"You need to distract me, then," you say, pursing your lips for a kiss. 

He leans down to give you the kiss you're craving. "Love you," he says, all smushed. 

"I love you, Freddie," you say, dropping back down into your cushion nest. "Don't feel guilty, okay? Everyone gets sick." 

"I just don't like you getting ill. You've had a rough enough go." 

You breathe in through your nose, pulling his upper arm toward you so he can't run away. He wouldn't, but still. 

"I can manage. Have a really nice boy looking after me." 

Fred makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan and settles down next to you for the long haul. "You're easy to look after. Try and have a rest, yeah? Let's kip." 

[bella-rose29]

episode 1 commentary - This Will Be Us

Lockwood and Co on Netflix

spoilers obviously (for both the books and the show), and I'm gonna put swearing even though I haven't written anything yet, I was apparently very in love with all three of them and also I was very feral about lockwood too (that's definitely a warning)

edit: definitely swearing, and also there's no context for most of this so if you don't know the show that well then good luck (and go watch it, it's really good!)

omg I just realised that the first episode starts with a ghost lamp and the last episode starts with a ghost lamp

cameron's voice omg

cameron's hands omg

I need to calm down it's like 30 seconds in

I love that before they show their faces they show all the equipment it really sets the vibe omg

"Greek fire, which should only ever be used indoors under carefully controlled circumstances" lol

don't think of another four, Lockwood, you don't remember the ones 6 you have

lockwood straightening up his tie and sniffing is so funny to me and idk why

I love that they use the shadow inside mrs hope's house!!!

"problem" being emphasised omg (I'm almost certainly reading into everything too much)

Cameron Chapman you beautiful beautiful boy

omg I just realised they switched lockwood and lucy's lines around??? in the books lockwood's the one who calls adults useless and I think that sets up his charm in the show so much better but also sets up their personalities much better? like lockwood is the charming smiley one that everyone loves, and Lucy is prone to being a bit of a menace

the way lockwood looks around at her after she says adults are useless 💀

mrs hope is so much posher than I remember her being

love that she just ignores lockwood and only talks to lucy

omg they swapped again, in the book lockwood is the one who says 'the cleverer one' after Lucy asks 'sarcastic or ironic?' - don't get me wrong I love this show so much but I feel like it takes away some of lockwood's childish-ness (idk if that's a word)? like in the books he's quite often just a silly little boy making jokes

his hands

I love that they have loads of green lighting

oh lockwood you silly little man you absolutely need chains

eat that biscuit luce (now I want a biscuit)

wooo ghost

yeah no shit lockwood

yeah no shit lockwood

"been too busy trying to make contact with the living" mood

"of course she is, she's dead" lockwood my man 💀

how the hell did Lucy manage to hold on to that painting I would have just fallen off and died

omgomgomg starting credits omgomgomg

ew mrs carlyle can go suck a dick

Lucy looks like she'd much rather be anywhere else in the world

ugh don't say that "gonna give me a smile, young lady?" fuck off

omg Lucy :(

I love that they show us the defences omg

Lucy and norrie omg

"the more proficient you become, the longer you'll live" how come that doesn't happen with lockwood then bc he's very proficient with a rapier but he has such a death wish

oh luce

"we'll be on the cover of every magazine" crazy how in the space of less than a year Lucy changes from being like lockwood and wanting to be "the most famous agents in the country" to not wanting her face on tv or on any papers at all

Marissa fittes? coming back? from the dead? whaaat that would never happen norrie don't be sillyyyy

THIS WILL BE US omg I never realised I always thought it was like 'oh, this'll be us' like George or lockwood saying that to Lucy when she first comes to Portland Row bc that's what people say when they're being walked back or something idk I just never realised it was Lucy and norrie???

is anything more lesbian than giving your solemn and binding promise to each other and then threading your fingers through her hair?

everything points to a type one bro shut the fuck up

"she changed everything" Marissa sure did

"closer to her than you'll ever be. closer to history" oh my dear Jacobs, you have no idea what lucy's gonna do

Paul you are so right you would love to meet George (kinda sad they didn't meet tbh)

Jacobs you prick

ngl that ghost sounds terrifying wtf

Paul don't be silly

don't be silly paul

idiots

Jacobs you prick

JACOBS YOU PRICK

what did Lucy trip over?

:(((( Paul :((((

no way that bastard didn't hear her screaming

JACOBS YOU PRICK

YOU DID HEAR CRIES FOR HELP YOU PRICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

can you tell I'm mad I was so angrily smashing that k key

norrie :(((((((

SHE DIDNT CAUSE THEIR DEATHS OMG YOU BITCH

omg parallel!! bc lockwood thinks he caused his family's death (especially jess') even though he didn't and Lucy didn't cause their deaths but she doesn't blame herself

"you are deader than dead" ooooo burn

where tf did she get that sellotape from

omg fittes building

is there anything more British than a really long queue

poor babygirl is hungry :(((

paused to read the paper cutting of lockwood and co's ad and I can just imagine lockwood telling George what to put omg "prestigious Psychical Investigations agency", "well dressed", "UNSUCCESSFUL APPLICANTS will include time-wasters, fraudsters and persons with criminal records" love the range there

also the address is literally just 35 Portland Row, London, like is there only one 35 Portland Row in the entirety of London??? apparently so

AAA PORTLAND ROW

AAA GEORGE

he looks and sounds so dead inside

omg it's so homely

she's a wimp

George wtf "see, told you so, okie-dokie"

heart eyes immediately lol (honestly same I love them both - the joys of being bi ig)

"hello, I'm Anthony Lockwood" hello, I'm your future wife

make the tea and drink the extra cup, George, that's what I would do

I love that he doesn't pressure her for the story!!! because he knows what that's like!!!

Anthony Lockwood chooses bourbons everyone

Skully!!!

George picking up his comic is so passive aggressive

are all of his family dead wtf?

he's so excited to talk about Harold beck

George is interested now ooo creepy cup

I love that Lucy and George immediately don't like each other

omg George's laugh

jokes on you lockwood's parents are dead (bad joke)

"deep armchair" I'm sure it is, Georgie.

"miss carlyle" bro

you can definitely give me a tour of the house anytime (especially your room)

"teen prodigy slays the competition" fuck yeah he slays

if you pause the episode and squint really hard you can read the article on the fencing matches he did and they actually wrote an article - my favourite quote (from what I could make out) is "Kipps attempted a few bold lunges but missed Lockwood each time"

also he looks so happy in the photo omg so baby

his hands

HIS HANDS omg I think I'm going feral for them

his smile ughhhhh

lockwood you're talking very fast I can't keep up

the face he makes when he turns the smoke jets on his fucking hilarious

literally this one:

also the way he stands??? I think I'm in too deep oh dear

"high security storeroom" sure honey tell yourself that

HIS SMILE

if lockwood was my landlord I don't think I'd have quite so much stress about finding a place to rent next year

HIS. SMILE.

"you saw those" yeah of course she did, they're in plain view bestie

"that's... if you'll take the job?" bro's so in love and he doesn't even know it yet (I need to stop using bro unironically bc it's making me sad)

HIS. SMILE.

can you tell I love his smile

George just spawning out of nowhere with no trousers on

if I didn't already know that Georgie really needs a wee I'd be able to tell from how he answered her questions before she'd even finished talking

AAAAAAA A A A AAAAAAAAAA

your honour I love him

ok but the apple core being left on a chair is such a boy thing my brother does that

bitch why do you wanna see his picture you've got the real thing right in front of you

ok but if he talked to me the way he talks to Lucy in the library I would simply pass away

"I want you to be part of it" OKAY SIR. OKAY.

"how do I know you're good enough for me?" cuts to him saving her life

he did not need to do that fancy kick off the wall but he did it anyway

okay but they hold each other so much it's ridiculous

why can't someone hold me like that

"ghosts don't have feelings" 🥺

"oops" lockwood I love you but you can't just break the circle

"you've done that already, try something new why don't you" 😭

oh no

fire

boy desperately calls out for his wife when she stares at a dead body instead of jumping from a burning building

[saivii]

gonna just. post these minoru/ryo teacher au headcanon things here: (part 1 bc the whole thing goes over the character limit lol)

teacher au:

minoru is probably a gym teacher (if not i think he’d teach science) and i can’t decide if ryo is art or english or math lolol

or maybe ryo teaches home ec

minoru is the fun one who tries to keep the class entertained

ryo is a bit stern and strict at times but he’s passionate about what he teaches and he cares a lot about his students (even if he’s not super obvious at showing it)

minoru will sometimes just briefly come in ryo’s classroom while he’s teaching and do something to mess with him like flickering the lights or saying something silly

ryo will scoff and try scolding him whenever he does but minoru runs out the door while laughing

minoru probably ruffles ryo’s hair or gives him a noogie at some point and ryo fumes at him for fucking up his hair

if minoru doesn’t mess with him for a while, he’ll secretly miss it or be worried about him

maybe he’ll even check to see if minoru is okay and accidentally show minoru that he’s worried bc of the lack of shenanigans, which minoru will tease him about

then minoru will go back to messing with him, ryo will act annoyed but secretly feel relieved, and his students will notice his fond exasperation and tease him about it

maybe one time ryo exasperatedly asks him if he’d like to teach the class and minoru accepts, makes it fun, and gets ryo involved and gets ryo to smile

and minoru makes it his mission to get ryo to smile/laugh

after that the students tease ryo even more about how minoru made him smile lol

ryo definitely starts making excuses to see minoru. shit like “oh you left your pencil in my class” (even if he didn’t and it’s literally a random pencil) or “xyz student wanted ___/wanted to let you know ____” (or maybe one of the other teachers like takuma told him to tell minoru that bc he Knows how minoru and ryo are feeling and wants them both to be happy)

if takuma told ryo to tell minoru smth minoru would smirk and say “takuma’s my friend, why wouldn’t he just tell me himself” and ryo’s like “idk man i’m not a psychic!!!” 

also minoru would just tease him like “i think you’re here bc deep down you like me” and ryo gets flustered and grumbles smth to the effect of “don’t flatter yourself”

and he doesn’t know why he’s like this now and is annoyed at himself for wanting to do all this

the answer is probably bc he likes minoru’s playfulness and smile, and bc seeing him over and over again has made him get more attached to him (yay for the mere exposure effect)

minoru starts playfully teasing him/bantering with him more often, like at lunch or in the break room

he also feels happy when ryo starts bantering back

then there’d be a moment where ryo is struggling bc smth reminds him of his fear that nobody actually likes him and ppl think he’s a burden, and minoru can see that ryo’s acting different. he sees that ryo is quieter than usual and that he looks sad rather than slightly grumpy and snarky like he usually is, and that ryo isn’t responding to minoru’s playful teasing or joking. 

ryo also avoids minoru, which hurts and confuses minoru and minoru starts to wonder if he did or said something that was seriously hurtful to ryo. 

so at some point he manages to talk to ryo one on one and he sheepishly says that if he went too far with any of his teasing, he’s sorry. ryo is confused and quietly says that minoru’s teasing isn’t the issue. 

minoru asks what the actual issue is, ryo tries to pretend like nothing is wrong, and minoru gets frustrated and starts arguing with ryo until ryo finally admits that he feels unlikeable and that he envies how minoru seems to be liked by everyone and be so confident and happy all the time.

minoru’s shocked and a little sad that ryo feels that way. he didn’t think ryo really cared about what other ppl think and he still can’t help but wonder if he might have accidentally said something that made ryo feel so insecure

ryo continues by saying that his students seem to like minoru and that they’d probably rather be taught by minoru 

minoru says that the students still really like ryo but they just act differently around ryo bc his personality is different (which ryo doesn’t believe and thinks minoru is just trying to sugarcoat the truth)

minoru also hesitantly adds that he’s not happy all the time and that he feels like being funny is one of the only things he’s good at

then ryo is surprised but asks why minoru would think that when so many ppl like him. 

minoru points out that ppl like ryo too, and ryo says “oh yeah? name one person who actually likes me,” and minoru pauses before quietly admitting, “i like you…”

and ofc ryo’s like “why?? half the time i’m roasting you” and is genuinely confused as to why minoru likes him. minoru bashfully explains that he doesn’t tease anyone else nearly as much as he teases ryo and that he feels like he can just have fun when they’re together and that he likes their banter (he’s not ready to admit the part about liking ryo’s smile and laugh yet lmao)

that makes ryo really happy and he can’t stop himself from smiling before sheepishly admitting that he returned minoru’s pencil and told minoru what the students wanted to say to him just to give him an excuse to talk to minoru

then minoru smirks and says “so you do like me deep down” and when ryo doesn’t deny it, minoru teasingly says “aww, ryo has a heart” and then they’re back to bantering and laughing like they usually do

maybe minoru even convinces the students to do something thoughtful for ryo like writing him thank you notes and when ryo sees it, he swears he’s not tearing up and that the sun is just bright. he’s surprised but touched when he realizes it was minoru’s idea and awkwardly thanks him at some point

the students tease tf out of BOTH of them for this, especially minoru

“aww, you’re worried about him and wanna make him feel better” or smth idk

ryo and minoru get a lot closer after that whole conversation and spend a lot more time together bc of it. they also start spending time together outside of school and gradually become more vulnerable with each other.

their bantering starts to seem a lot more flirtatious, with a lot more smiling and laughing and touches (like playful nudging)

speaking of which, they find more excuses to give each other lil touches, like minoru throwing an arm around ryo’s shoulders or ryo trying to get an eyelash off minoru’s cheek or fix his hair or fix his tie

they start looking at each other more fondly. ryo has unintentionally looked at minoru like a lovesick teenager when minoru is rambling excitedly about something, and minoru has given ryo several yearning looks when ryo isn’t looking

they start getting more attached to each other and think about how fun and easy it is for them to be around each other. ofc they have other friends but none of them have the same dynamic that they have with each other. they start thinking about each other more often and random things start reminding them of each other more often. 

[glazesunflower]

Comforting You When You Get Rejected

Characters: Venti and Kokomi (separate).

Warnings: Mentions of rejection and heartbreak, with comfort after. Platonic headcanons.

Notes: It’s my first time writing for Venti and Kokomi, it was a fun experience! Let me know how I did <3

Venti had known you were about to confess to your crush because, well, doesn’t he know everything about you? You’re such good friends, so you always rely on telling him all of the important things in your life. No, it doesn’t have to do with the fact that he was so persistent to know all about your secret crush, no. You trust him as a friend and you told him willingly, right? 

So when you told him you were going to confess, a pretty pink color dancing on your cheeks, Venti decided to give you his full support! Perhaps you would like a song of his to accompany your confession? Surely it would make your crush fall head over heels for you, too!

You purposefully refused his offering, but he had managed to calm down your heart in one of his sneaky ways, and you appreciate having him as such a good friend.

So when you came back later that night with puffy eyes and a defeated look all over your face, his heart fell to his feet at the sight.

Venti tries to cheer you up by making silly jokes and snarky remarks like he always does. Maybe making this situation less uncomfortable and awkward is what you need right now, a breeze of familiarity if he acts his same silly self around you!

But if you tell him that you’d rather sit together on the couch and talk, Venti would stay with you all night and listen to your story. He’d stay as silent as he can manage, listening to your words and offering his advice now and then. He’s a playful bard but he’s also an Archon. 

He’s seen so much heartbreak and devastation to last a lifetime, and that’s why all he wants to do is soothe your heart and watch your lips bloom into that smile he’s grown to cherish so much as your best friend.

He’d stay with you and listen to your story until there’s no more sad words to share, and then he’d lighten up the mood by singing one of his latest songs about a brave adventurer with a broken heart who saves the world, and then you’d play games all night until you fall asleep together on the couch. 

By the time the sun starts peeking from the mountains, your chest doesn’t feel as tight as it did the day before, all thanks to Venti’s playful nature, who’s now sleeping by your side.

Kokomi knew of your crush because you told her one quiet evening. You were strolling down Watatsumi island, talking about nothing and everything like you usually do. Kokomi makes you feel at ease, and the same can be said the other way around. She feels so comfortable around you, she doesn’t think she’s ever had such a good friend before.

As you were cheerfully chatting, she happened to mention a certain someone you spend an awful lot of time together with lately, out of curiosity. Your cheeks bloomed a pretty pink color and Kokomi didn’t pressure you into it, but she was very excited when you told her you had a crush, and that you were planning on confessing. That’s why she knows it was so important to you.

So when she goes to your place later that evening to ask how everything went and she finds you looking all but defeated and utterly saddened, Kokomi feels her chest tightened in the worst of ways.

All she wants to do is soothe and calm you down, so she offers to spend the night, despite the infamous amount of work that’s piling on her desk. You’re her top priority, after all, and her best friend in the entirety of the world.

So she listens to you tell your story, often leaning to you and brushing the tears staining your cheeks with a familiarity you’ve learned to recognize and cherish, and she’d stay quiet until you’ve finished.

Kokomi has too much experience in the battlefield and too little experience with love, but she offers the best advice she can think of, and she showers you with compliments. You’re lovely, talented, funny and a wonderful person. You’ll surely find someone that appreciates you in such a light sooner than you think, and her hopeful words light a small light in the depths of your ribcage.

Kokomi offers to braid your hair, or simply play with it if you have short hair, and she asks you how the rest of your day went. You talk, and talk, and talk, and it’s been hours before you see the sun starting to peek over the mountains.

Your heartache may still be there, but you know you’re not alone. There’s people around you who cherish you, and you know Kokomi will always be there as your valued friend to remind you of your virtues, to brush the tears off your face and to help you find comfort in her presence.

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[chaoslynx]

If you're still taking prompt requests, could I pls request something with YueSing talking about trauma?

Yut-Lung gasps for air, feeling like he's drowning. Why can't he breathe? Why ... ?

He hasn't felt like this in a while. Things have been better recently, years after everything but—suddenly none of that matters, and he's fifteen again, at the mercy of ... everyone. Everyone.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," a man's voice says, but of course it's a lie. It's never okay. They always say shit like that right before they ...

Yut-Lung blinks the haze from his eyes, looking up and trying to figure out what's going on. Where he is. Who he's with.

There's a figure looming over him—tall, muscular, everything that Yut-Lung has learned to fear. Yut-Lung shrinks back. If he makes himself small, vulnerable, maybe they'll take pity on him.

A joke, really. They never do.

The man takes a step toward Yut-Lung, and Yut-Lung's chest seizes up. "Stay away from me!" he yells. He'll probably pay the price for acting out, but ... He can't help it, sometimes. He's so, so afraid.

"Yue ..." the man replies, and he sounds ... sad?

Who calls him Yue?

"Hey, I won't come closer. Okay? Yue, please. Try to—breathe, or—anything. Please."

Breathing. Yut-Lung can do that. Yue can do that. Just breathing. Easy.

The world comes back into focus. He's on the floor, and the figure in front of him is crouching down, a few feet away. He really hasn't come closer.

W-wait.

"Sing?" Yut-Lung manages.

"There you go. It's me, okay? I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you."

Yut-Lung nods. It's Sing. God, he's so stupid sometimes. He takes another breath.

"Sorry," Yut-Lung manages. "You—just, sometimes when I'm—"

"It's okay," Sing replies. He sits down fully. "Guess this growth spurt is a blessing and a curse, huh?"

Oh. He figured that out right away.

"Everything gets blurry and confusing," Yut-Lung tries to explain. "I can't figure out where I am, or—who you are." He lowers his voice. "You look like ... them."

Sing nods. "Yeah. I get it. I mean, I don't have the same experiences as you, but shit's hard for me sometimes. I don't blame you, okay?"

"... Yeah," Yut-Lung mumbles. Someone not blaming him. That's new.

Or, maybe it's not, anymore. But it's still hard to believe that.

Sing looks at Yut-Lung, and suddenly his strength feels like safety instead of ... anything else. "Yue," Sing says, and even his voice is strong.

"Sorry," Yut-Lung whispers.

"Yue, this isn't your fault. I mean—yeah, it's hard to see you ... afraid of me. But it's not your fault. Okay?"

Yut-Lung can breathe again, and it all seems so silly. Sing used to be just this scrawny kid, and now he's grown so much. Yut-Lung still feels like he's in the same place he's always been.

But maybe he's not, really. He—he has Sing now, at least. He didn't have anyone before, so ... maybe things are different now. 

"Okay," Yut-Lung agrees softly. "Thank you."

"Of course. I'm sorry I scared you."

Yut-Lung shakes his head. "Not your fault. I know you were just trying to help."

"Yeah," Sing breathes. "I don't know what to do. When you get like that. I want to help, but ... I feel like I always make things worse for you."

"N-no, Sing! You—you're perfect; you're ..."

Sing smiles, a little sad. "It's okay, Yue. I know it hurts."

"I ..." Yut-Lung trails off, and it's quiet for a moment. Then, "Maybe, instead of getting close to me, if you just ... talk to me?"

Sing blinks. "Talk?"

"Yeah, and ... This time, when you called me Yue. That ... helped."

"It did?"

"Yeah," Yut-Lung whispers. "You're the only one who ... So it reminds me that it's you. That you wouldn't hurt me."

Sing grins. "I can do that!" he says, and even though his voice has changed—deeper now, not a child anymore—there's a hint of that kid who told Yut-Lung he couldn't bring himself to hate him. The kid Yut-Lung fell in love with.

Yut-Lung smiles, too. "Let's try that, then. Sorry, I—I know this is hard for you."

Sing hums. "Maybe so, but you're worth it."

Yut-Lung's eyes widen. "I am?"

Sing laughs. "Of course. If you weren't, I wouldn't still be here. Right?"

"Y-yeah. I guess." He's never really thought about it that way. "Thank you, Sing."

"Of course. Yue. Of course."

"Can you ... Can you hug me? Please." Touch me gently, like only you ever would.

"Yeah," Sing whispers. "Yeah, I can do that. Thank you, for trusting me."

Yut-Lung smiles. "You make it so easy." You make everything so easy, Sing.

Thank you.

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Somewhat follow up to this post 

“If I knew you unraveled so easily, I would’ve tried this much sooner~”

The rabbit chuckled, tracing circles on the side of his head teasingly. The lunar animatronic spasms, steam rising out of his abused suit. A choked scream burst from his voice box as she jabs the taser into his neck once more, and the rabbit snickers smugly observing the way the jester twitches helplessly.  

Moon shudders, tensing from the searing white hot pain. His body crumples forward, nearly collapsing entirely. This pathetic display gets a giggle from her, and she tutts dismissively. “You know, it didn’t have to be like this. I was so nice to you last time. But you just had to go out and ruin everything!” Her voice raises in volume towards the end, voice burning with rage. Moon quivers in fear, wincing when the taser is brought towards him once more; Instead, the taser was merely rubbed against his neck tauntingly, leaving him a whimpering fearful mess. Her voice is sickeningly sweet, and the sound makes him feel queasy. “Oh, you poor thing~ I’m sooo sorry, but you gave me no choice really. Even under my dutiful guidance, you still disobeyed me. And even now, you try to push me away; Dispose of me. Oh, but look at you now! Calm, quiet and obedient! So lost in the fog of pain, that this pesky AI of yours will never get in my way again! I’ll do all the work, have all the control... I just need. your. body. ” She gushes eagerly, voice dropping to have a sinister edge.

Moons stomach drops. It was hard enough to handle it before; Seeing and hearing everything without a way to stop himself, to ask for help, anything. The thought of having no control, being subjected to a constant torrent of agonizing electricity until his mind finally unravels... Nausea rose in his stomach; Thank god animatronics can’t throw up. He shakes his head weakly, pulling at the cable wound tightly around his elbow and wrist joints but it won’t budge. How did she manage to get in again?! He had been trying to get some rest, and woke up restrained with thick cable. He tried, he tried so hard to break free, but all his energy was drained, pain seeping it from his body. He lost track of the amount of times she had electrocuted him, the instances racing together in a wild blur. “Practice” is what she called it, for what his new life under her control would be like. Moon has a feeling that she just did it because she enjoys it, the rush of having control over “the head of security”. The cable wound around his arms kept them pinned tightly to his sides. “I don’t.. I don’t want to.. Please.” he whimpered. She shakes her head, a condescending lilt to her voice, “Oh, of course you do. Don’t be silly~” 

His eyes dart around the room desperately, but trying to run is pointless. Even if he could get his arms free, which he can’t, his legs are tied at the knees so running is out of the question. He shouldn’t of let Sun leave to grab supplies, he knew she was just waiting for an opportunity for him to be alone. But.. he didn’t want to worry him, didn’t want to believe the threat she posed. And now he was paying the price for it. What if Sun didn’t get there in time? Or worse, what if he did get there in time, and ran into her? Would she hurt him?? He reached out to Sun, pinging him for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Still, no response.

Vanny cocks her head to the side, seemingly reading his mind. She snickers, “No response, hm? Well, isn’t that deja vu~ How sad, though, I never thought you would sink so low as to call for help from your bumbling baby brother. Expecting his help, after all you’ve done too...” she tsks in mock disappointment. Moon looks away, shrinking in on himself further, “What would he do, hm? Put me in time out?” She snickers, amused by her own joke. Moon glares at her, and her smile drops. She jabs the taser into the back of his head, right over the compartment hiding the AI chip and he stills eyes wide with fear. He shrieks as a jolt of pain shoots through his neck, head forcibly turned exposing the control panel on the back of his head.

“Stop, stop it stop it stop it please!!”

His pleads fall on deaf ears, and she jams the taser down to the sensitive circuits just barely exposed peeking out from the bottom of his head. A small burst of electricity races through him, and he sobs jolting in pain.

He squeezes his eyes shut, wiggling in his bonds. Though he knows it’s pointless; Control will be ripped away from him just like before, no matter how hard he tries to hold on. It’s going to happen again, it’s going to happen again and he CAN’T STOP IT HE CAN’T STOP-

A loud bang echoes through the daycare, and the hands on him vanish instantly.

“Friend! It’s after hours, you shouldn’t be here!” 

He almost sobbed in relief, hearing his brother’s cheery voice fill the empty space. Thank goodness, Sun is back! But something felt... off. Of course, he wasn’t expecting Sun to be all rainbows and cheer; He did walk in on a known serial killer and a tied up brother. But he didn’t sound fearful or nervous as Moon had expected; He sounds calm, eerily so.

He nervously opened his eyes to see Sun holding the white rabbit off the ground by the arm. It was almost comical how small she looked; His hand was the size of her bicep, if not bigger. Sun is wearing a very tight, sardonically wide cheshire grin as he stares down at the women in his grasp, large eyes staring down at him. The brothers make eye contact, and he can’t help the chill that runs down his spine; Sun’s expression softens a bit, concern washing over his features as he eyes the poor state his brother is in. Moons eyes darted back to the ground, faceplate heating up.

“Let go of me, you overgrown toddler!!” She hisses, struggling to pry his grip from her arm. She glares daggers at the lunar brother, clearly thinking that he must of planned this. Moon shrinks back once more, shaking despite himself, “You useless- Are you that much of a COWARD, that you can’t even deal with me yourself?” Suns expression hardens, and he grabs her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. 

“Did you really think you could lock me out of my. own. daycare?” His voice borders on manic, a psychotic sort of joy reflecting in his big blue eyes. Now, Sun is a very forgiving person. Admittedly, he can be a bit of a pushover at times, but he just can’t stand seeing anyone sad! So even if someone may treat him a bit rudely, he always tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. Everyone has their bad days, it wouldn’t be fair to hold a grudge for that! But this? This was different. She hadn’t hurt him, no.

She hurt Moon. She hurt him again. And that crossed the line.

As he gazed down at her, Moon couldn’t find an ounce of sympathy in his eyes. He shuddered involuntarily yet again; He knew that Sun wasn’t mad at him, he had no reason to be. And yet his stomach dropped, fear churning in his gut. They’ve known each other for over a decade, and yet he’s never seen Sun this angry before. This side of his sweet bubbly brother was new to him, and it was terrifying. 

“You have a lot of nerve, coming back here. I’m sure you heard my brother the first time. He doesn’t want to help you.” She sputters, at a loss for words. The cheerful bots mood is even more jarring to her then it is Moon. She tries unsuccessfully to free her wrist from his vice grip, stubborn even still. Suns smile drops slightly, hand clamping around her throat as he lifts her small frame up to meet his face; She gasps, squirming in his grip as the air is forced from her lungs, “Coming back after torturing my brother for weeks. Why? You want to do it again, huh? I won’t let you. If you ever lay a finger on him again, I’ll make you feel every bit of pain you made him endure, ten fold. I’ll pull every nail from your hands, every hair from your head, every artery from your wretched body. Do you understand me?” He emphasizes his point with a sharp squeeze, the single gesture enough to leave her breathless. Not giving her a chance to reply, he strides over to the large wooden doors, throwing them open and tossing her into the lobby.

“SECURITY ALERT, SECURITY ALERT!”

He then slammed the door shut violently and locked it, not bothering to wait and see what happened after the alarm was sounded. There are more important things to do now. He turns back to Moon, who looks like a deer in head lights, and quickly runs to his side and unties his arms and legs. When the pressure is finally relieved, his joints let out a loud squeal, smoke puffing out of him rapidly. For a moment only the sounds of his suit puffing out smoke fill the daycare, a tense silence falling upon them. It’s awkward to say the least. 

Moon finally starts coming down from the adrenaline rush coursing through his circuits. He wishes it would stay though, because as the fear drained from his mind it was quickly replaced by the sickening awareness of the raw pain oozing through him from the places where he had been electrocuted. He shudders noticeably, tearing up; Dear god, it hurts. The after shocks are still crawling under his skin, and he knows they won’t be leaving for a long time. His neck clenches, joints locking up which only worsens the pain. Sun crouches down, wordlessly pulling him into a hug. The damn breaks, broken sobs emitting from his voice box. Sun traces shapes on his back, grip firm and gentle. He squeezes the back of his neck, rubbing it softly in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. He continues these ministratrions until his sobs die down into sniffles, arms remaining locked around him. The silence that follows is a comfortable one, only interrupted by the faint cheery tune that loops through the speakers and the slight sniffles.

Surprisingly Moon is the one to break the silence, a wheezy laugh forcing itself out of his voice box. “And I thought I was the scary one. Holy shit.”

Sun looks away sheepishly, embarrassed as if his bubbly brother hadn’t just threatened to torture someone, “Well, she deserved it.” He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Moon shrugs, giggling under his breath, “Yeah, yeah I guess so...” he pauses for a moment longer, eyes falling to the floor, “... I.. didn’t think you were coming. You weren’t replying to the messages.”

Sun rubs the back of his neck, rays drooping, “ I’m so sorry! I saw them, I did, but I was so scared that I wouldn’t be there in time- all I could do was run. The door was locked, and I forgot my keys, so I kind of kicked the door in- We might need to repair that...” Sun mumbles the last part, and Moons eyes widen.

“You kicked in the door?” Now it’s Suns turn to heat up, and he cuts off his anxious rambling, whining quietly. 

Moon giggles, shaking his head. Sun stoops down to be at eye level with him, wrapping him into a warm hug. Moon stiffens against him before melting into the hug, “... I won’t let her hurt you again, Nightlight. I promise.”

Guilt stabbed into his chest; He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve to be comforted by the person he terrorized for weeks just months ago. His mind wanders back to the event that happened a week ago, and his stomach turns. He didn’t tell Sun about it, that Vanny had returned- what she had said. Moon was too scared to. But that’s the same reason why he didn’t tell Sun about the voice, and look where that got him? Has he not learned anything?? Sun cocks his head to the side in question, and Moon grimaces shifting in place. He deserves to know what happened. It’s the least he can do, to show he’s at least trying to change.

“..Sun, I.. there’s something.. you should know...” Sun hums in acknowledgement, urging him to continue. He inhales shakily, refusing to meet his eyes, “... About a week ago, while you were gone.. she visited. I-I don’t know how she got into the daycare, I checked and the doors were locked! She.. She said she was going to be back for me... whoever the hell she works for must have some interest in me or something, because she made it clear she wasn’t done with me yet.” his voice is laced with bitterness, his hands clenching into fists, “I-I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you earlier. I-I was scared, and I didn’t want you to get involved because I didn’t want to hurt you again, and you’ve been through so much trying to cope with everything that happened.. B-But it wasn’t right, and I did the same thing last time and you still got hurt. God, I’m so sorry Sunshine, I-I didn’t- God I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I made the same mistake-”

Sun lifts his head up, forcing Moon to make eye contact with him. Moons mouth snaps shut immediately and he eyes Sun nervously, embarrassed by his rambling. 

“I’m not mad. While I do wish you told me when it happened, I appreciate that you came clean now. I’ll keep an eye out for her. She’s not taking you away, I promise.” Moon lets out a relieved sigh, sagging in his grip. Sun sighs, “But, Nightlight... this is the second time you’ve done this. We need to talk about why you keep doing this, or it will continue to happen.” he continues with a firm, albeit gentle tone.

Moons gaze falls back to the floor, shrinking in on himself, “...Right. You’re right. I’m-I’m sorry. I guess I just... I want to try and handle things alone if I can. You have so much on your plate already, especially now, and I don’t want to stress you out over something I can deal with alone. It’ll just stress you out, or god forbid get you hurt. It’s my job to handle dangerous situations so you don’t have to, and if handling them alone means I get to see you safe and sound and happy everyday... Its worth the trouble. I know it’s stupid and dangerous, but I’d.. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you, something that I could’ve stopped. You mean so.. so much to me...”

Moon holds his breath, waiting while Sun carefully mulls over his response, rays spinning slowly. It feels like hours before he, finally, responds; He giggles, short and light, relief seeping into his voice, “That’s it? Oh, thank goodness!” Sun waves his hands, going on at seeing his brothers confusion, “No no, I don’t mean anything bad by it! I was just worried, I thought that maybe I just did something to lose your trust without realizing it.”

Moon shakes his head adamentally, “No, no I do trust you. I.. I’m sorry for worrying you. That I didn’t tell you...”

Suns traces the swirls on his cheeks. He’s close, really close, and Moon can’t help but squirm under the watchful gaze of his brother, whose rays are fluttering as if in thought. When he speaks up again, his voice is soft but firm, “...But, you can’t be hiding these things from me, Moon. I know you’re worried about my safety, but I’m not a child. I’m not helpless, and I can take care of myself just fine. I may not be as strong as you, but I’m not weak. You know that. I know you don’t want me involved in these sort of things, but you aren’t invincible you know. I want to be by your side through this. You’re always the one keeping me safe, I just want to return the favor.”

“But-”

“No buts.” Moon lets out a loud whine, and Sun chuckles quietly. “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Fuckin- finneee.” Sun beams, the gesture bringing a small smile to Moons face.

“.... I still can’t believe you kicked in the door instead of just jumping over the railing above-” At that Sun groans, pulling the night cap down over Moons eyes while he cackles, “I panicked okay?!”

[liron-ao3]

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

Pete hovers next to Lucius' hammock playing nervously with the hem of his vest.

"What's up, darling?" Lucius asks, not looking up from the book he pretends to be reading. The twitch of the corners of his lips betrays his amusement, though. Or is it excitement? Pete isn't so sure.

He stares at the wooden finger on Lucius' hand, his thank-you kiss still prickling on his lips. Lucius has never kissed him before. Not like that. Yes, his lips  have been in other places, but none of them had felt like this. Pete isn't sure what to make of it or of the strange feeling dancing in his stomach.

This isn't arousal. It's weird. Softer, and still somehow stronger than the sometimes slow, sometimes fast ascent to erupting under Lucius' ministrations. It's been only Lucius for quite some time now. Not that they're exclusive. At least Pete doesn't think they are, it's just…

Pete breathes a sigh.

"Want me to suck you off?" Lucius asks without preamble, his eyebrow arched in a way that looks more like an amused challenge than anything else. But it feels good, nothing like the men who thought him a good fuck but otherwise threw jokes at him. Pete didn't even think about sex, looking at the man sprawled out before him. All he can think of are Lucius' fingers on his cheek, tender lips kissing his, and the weird churning feeling whenever he so much as thinks about Lucius smiling at him.

"Nah. I…" He gets lost once more. What is this man doing to him?

"Wanna cuddle then?" Lucius asks and shifts in the hammock.

God, that sounds enticing. But Pete is a pirate. Pirates don't cuddle, or do they? Not in full consciousness, at least. No one can blame them for snuggling closer through the cool night, but this? This feels dangerous. Just like whittling the finger. It's the same strange mix of excitement, worry, giddiness, and fear of rejection.

"Come here, love," Lucius says and pats the stripe of empty fabric next to him.

Love.

Is that what this is? Nah, it can't be. Pete's not a guy for stuff like that. He's never been in love before. Sex was fun, but the rest looked rather tedious. Pete never understood the appeal of anything romantic. It creeped him out, really. Did the people around him make all that shit up?

His mother once told him that she and his father had been in love. Not that it had brought them any luck. Pete – much different than many men he had worked alongside – had never felt the urge to find 'the one'. Did he stumble over him anyway, without even looking?

"I… I don't know. I'm too heavy," he says, feeling unusually insecure all of a sudden.

"You're just right, darling. C'mere," Lucius says and waves his hand invitingly. That strange feeling in Pete's stomach grows like flames, licks at his insides, consumes him. Trembling slightly, he slips out of his shoes and next to the man who woke something inside him Pete hadn't known existed for real.

They shift around, the hammock swaying precariously, but they manage. Pete ends up in Lucius' arms, his ear pressed right above Lucius' heartbeat. It's quicker than it should be.

'Because of me,' Pete thinks. He starts giggling. He must be going insane.

"What's so funny?" Lucius enquires.

"Nothing," Pete smirks. 'Just that I'm in love,' he adds in his mind.

One day, he'll tell Lucius. But for now, he'll carry this newly discovered truth for himself, will nourish and cherish it like the sad plant they plundered. It's his, and no one can take this away from him.

He snuggles closer and breathes a sigh when Lucius' fingers brush over his head. He wants to hold Lucius' hand, an urge so new it seems silly, but he can't help it. He dares it, slots his fingers with Lucius', and it's glorious in its simplicity. He could do this for a lifetime.

Yes, Lucius is hot and cute, but he's also tender and sweet. And if Pete's not reading this wrong, he's all his.

🏴‍☠️ You can find more OFMD fanfics of mine here on ao3. 🏴‍☠️

[children-of-epiales]

Tis the season

     Rouen didn’t dare turn around. She knew the boys were smiling because of how red her face was.

“ This is silly-why are you even getting invested in-in me being nice?” The question came out all wrong, but it’s all she could manage until the embarrassment wore off. “ You know what I mean!”

Joshua cracked up first, and it didn’t take long for Augustin to join him in the laughter. “ You see, Rouen, this is how we know you have a horrible crush on Ngoma.” The former pointed out. “ Giving a gift isn’t difficult for you, but if it’s for someone you love-”

“ I don’t love Néon!” Rouen hissed loudly and bitterly at the boys. Her eyes grew at what she just did and the brunette removed her glasses so she could cover her eyes. “ Why can’t you two just let me be miserable?”

“ Because you’re getting embarrassed and upset over something that is perfectly human,” Augustin answered, his voice carrying some fierceness as well. “ Joshua, me, Hayat, Evangeline-everyone knows you-you care about Sens more than you’d like. We want this to happen for you and we know you’ve been making your own efforts to get close with them anyway.”

“ They’re some very sad efforts, so I decided you earned yourself a B plus for trying multiple times.” 

Augustin glared down at Joshua, his eyes narrowed to remind the Irishman of the conversation they had earlier. “ Okay I know the joking doesn’t help-” Joshua said to correct himself, “-but can we all agree that there’s an easier way to go about getting close with someone instead of having multiple, short conversations about small details?”

Rouen had half of a mind to ask how long Joshua watched her approach Néon and lose nerve before she could say something important to them, the realization that they were being quite patient with her struck her. “ You’re right.” The brunette muttered as she leaned against the lockers. “ But giving Néon a gift-that’s really bold, and you know the rules about being buddy-buddy is around here.”

A loud “Ha!” escaped the boys at the same time. “ Don’t you worry about that, Rouen-we got the dirt about Pulse and Hibana being ‘buddy-buddy’!” Joshua announced cheekily. “ We heard that Mr. Sunglasses split with Hibana before he joined Nighthaven; how she feels about that-I couldn’t get-but that’s not important. What is important is that you have a chance.” 

“ Okay-” Joshua placed a hand on Rouen’s shoulder and they sat down on the bench together. “ How about we start small first? You invited Ngoma to the holiday dinner-we’ll host it on the twenty-seventh and then see about New Years, how’s that sound?”

“ The twenty-seventh? I can’t ask Néon for that-”

“ Of course you can.” Augustin cut in. “ Think about it: when’s the last time someone joined us in one of our celebrations? I think Six would certainly approve of the arrangement. And who would Sens be to say no?”

Rouen put her glasses on and let out a very tired sigh. Who would she be to back out of an opportunity to get closer to Néon? Especially when she had so much support? 

“ Just do me a favor…” The brunette requested. “ I’ll ask Sens to come to the dinner, but you two better let Evan know about this. The last thing I want is to have to explain myself in front of everyone-do you guys hear me?” 

Joshua sat up straight and saluted his friend. “ Understood, Ma’am!” He stood up and motioned for Rouen to hurry up. “ Now c’mon, c’mon! You’ve got a lovely Belgian person to ask out to dinner!”

“ Don’t say it like that!” Rouen chastised, her face immediately flushed again. 

While Joshua went to fulfill his end of the bargain, Augustin and Rouen went to fulfill the latter’s end and tried to look for Sens. 

They found the Belgian operator speaking to Melusi; they both still wore their Wolfguard uniforms, so it appeared they just finished training together. 

“ Those uniforms have grown on me-” Joshua quietly revealed to Rouen, “-especially those blue colors, I guess I was so used to what Nightmare was doing that the color choice seemed-I don’t know-bold? It certainly looks nice on Ngoma though, doesn’t it?” He patted his friend firmly in the middle of her back. 

Rouen rolled her eyes. “ You keep your mouth shut unless you’re absolutely positive you’re gonna say something helpful, got it?” 

“ Hey I’m the best wingman-” 

The brunette shushed Joshua before she tried to force herself to approach the two Wolfguard members; she paused upon noticing Sens already spotted her, watching as they and Melusi went their separate ways and they approached the two Nightmare members.

Feeling a sudden boost of confidence and determination, Rouen decided to dive head first into the conversation. “ So we were wondering-I was wondering but we were wondering too-there’s gonna be a dinner…” She paused, trying to think of how to make sense of all the babbling she just did. “ It’s going to be at my place this year, we-Nightmare-we try to do it every year and-and it’s fun and there’s food there. If you’re into that sort of thing.” 

She went quiet for a moment after noticing the humored smile that appeared on Sens’ face. “ I’m very into eating food for the holidays,” They said, “ are you asking me if I’d like to go?”

From behind Rouen, Joshua gave the Belgian a thumbs up. 

“ Yeah, I’m pretty sure I am…” The brunette confirmed, knowing her face was horribly flushed. “ If you can’t go, that’s fine too. I-uh-I know I don’t exactly see you as much as I should. I mean like talk to you when I see you-but I know you’re busy and all so-” Her chest felt so heavy, she wanted to fall to her knees and curl up in a ball. But Rouen knew she wouldn’t regret asking Sens to attend the dinner, this would be the first step of her attempt to make it known that she liked them.

“ Augustin and I are cooking this year too,” Joshua spoke up from behind the Canadian. “ We’re pretty damn good cooks, if I do say so myself.”

“ Oh, well if that’s the case-how could I refuse?” Sens said, shrugging their shoulders as if that comment sealed the deal. 

Rouen’s mouth fell open and she glanced back at her friend. “ What-are you two working together or something?” The question came out a little more sour than she wanted, and only Joshua knew that. 

Sens’ eyes grew a little, recognizing that the brunette clearly didn’t mean like being co-workers, but that they had agreed to play some nasty joke on her. “ Rouen, I wouldn’t just go to the dinner party for the food…” They put a hand on Rouen’s arm. “ I would like to go because you invited me, I was only joking about the food part.” 

They offered the brunette a soft smile. “ So, when is the dinner?” 

When Rouen clearly seemed to be speechless, Joshua stepped in for her again. “ The twenty-seventh! We’ll pay for your flight, Buddy-so don’t you worry about that!” 

Sens acknowledged Joshua with a joyful grin-a typical response to his silliness-but before they had to go, they gently squeezed Rouen’s arm and wished her and Joshua well. 

“ I swear-” Rouen mumbled as she turned to face Joshua, “-I’m gonna die, J. Please help me.”

“ Oh no-there will be none of that, not before you confess your feelings to Ngoma.” Joshua reminded his friend. “ Then you can pass out, and-you know-it’ll be one of those scenes from the movies. They’ll pick you up and their face will be really close to yours and-”

“ J!”

Tag list: @poisonedtruth @kryptonian-puppy

[saturn-valleys]

A Goodbye

There's nothing like revamping an OC by writing her death scene first 😌✨

Anyway I wrote this because while I did like the season finale, there were some things that could have been better. So why not change a few things by adding an original character to add all that unnecessary angst too! Idk it was just a silly little thought. Anyway on to the fic!

⚠️MAJOR VOL 2 SPOILERS⚠️

TW:character death, mentions of blood

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When Teresa thought of dying she always thought she'd die of old age or a car crash or from eating too much chocolate. Silly yet possible scenarios that would make sense and maybe even cause some people to giggle at how silly it was. 

But as her back hits the muck covered floor, an endless amount for bat monsters and a huge chunk of flesh missing on her side. It was getting hard to breathe. Blood oozed out of her mouth. The smelling hitting her nose and choking her.

Yeah. This really wasn't how she expected things to go.

She hears voices calling for…something. She hears the pounding of…shoes hitting the ground rapidly like….running?

"Teresa!" Oh right. Dustin and Eddie are here too, that's good. Or bad, the bats could wake up or something and they could get hurt. That's okay though, she'll protect them. She just needs to take a quick break.

"Teresa oh god oh god!" Dustin exclaimed as the two reached the woman on the ground. She tried to smile at them but all she could muster was a painful grimace. Eddie looked down at her wounds hoping, begging to any kind of god that they weren't as bad like Steve's. Harrington survived, why can't she? But one look down and the answer was clear and it showed on his stupid face.

"That bad huh?" She joked, a small choked chuckle escaped her, causing more blood to leak from her mouth.

"No no no! It's going to be okay, we're going to get you out of here and get you to a hospital or something okay?" Dustin said through tears. It hurts Teresa's slowly beating heart. 

"Okay" She says regardless, Dustin and Eddie work to pull her up, they manage but the screams of pain are unbearable. They rip out of her as the metallic taste returns to her mouth. Tears she's been holding are flowing with no restraints. "Please! Please stop please! It hurts!" She sobs out. Eddie and Dustin lower her back down with a whimper. The two look down at her with frustrated sorrow. Dustin's already sniffling, big blotchy tears rolling down his face, Eddie's just the same but tries to control himself as he sees his friend; his best friend, the one who he might have just met just recently but has meant alot to him regardless, bleeding out. And there's nothing he could do to help. He was useless once again.

"Guess Theo's going to be an only child after all." Teresa says softly, a wheeze escapes her at the silly thought. "Wish I could tell him goodbye."

"You won't have to, because we'll get you out of here." Dustin said tearfully, Teresa shook her head as much as she could. "I'm sorry kid, not this time." She whispered, a small barely there smile on her blood covered lips. Teresa moves a bloodied hand to Dustin's face. "It's going to be okay." She looked at Eddie then, her smile growing tighter, wanting to reassure them even if it was pointless. "You're going to have to help Harrington with the kids okay. God knows he'll need it." She choked. Tears rolling down her face, blurring her vision. Eddie tried to grin but his bottom lip trembled as he tried to prevent a sob from escaping. "Graduate for me will ya? This is your year remember?" It was getting harder to breathe now. 

Eddie lets out a tearful chuckle. Even as she's dying, Teresa Murphy decides to use her final breaths by joking around. " '86 baby." He replies. Teresa hums and grins, more tears blurring her vision. " '86 baby." She says quietly. 

She was getting sleepy. Could barely feel her muscles at all, all she could do was look at the two boys, gosh she's going to miss them. "I love you guys." She whimpers out, letting herself feel sad for herself. Sad that she won't see the party  grow up. Sad that she won't see Eddie's band play or babysit Dustin even though he is not a baby anymore. Sad she won't see any of Lucas' games anymore. Sad that she won't see the Byers again. Sad that she won't be able to hug El again or help Will with his drawings. Sad that she won't hear any of Robin's crazy but loveable rambles or Steve's complaints but endearments of being the babysitter again. Sad she won't be able to help Nancy with her journalism gigs. And sad she'll have to leave Theo alone. A twin without a twin. What a tragic tale.

Gosh she was going to miss them so much. But having at least two of her favorite people, her family here with her, made death…not that bad. 

"We love you too." Dustin said tearfully. Eddie nodded, too hurt to say anything.

Teresa's eyes glossed over. Letting out her final breath as she looked up at them. 

Yeah…it wasn't so bad.

Dustin felt her body become limp. His red rimmed eyes widening. "Teresa?" He said, looking at the girl, her eyes looking up but not at him. Not at anything. "Teresa please no!" He whimpered out. He shook her, hoping that she was just taking a nap with her eyes open like she always did. But nothing happened. She didn't move. "Teresa please!" His sobs getting louder. Eddie moved to bring the boy into his arms,he quickly wrapped his arms around him tightly, his face in his chest as he sobbed. Eddie;at that point let himself cry as well. 

Cause nothings going to change what happened.

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Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”