#not so nonchalant from Eli

[disturbed-fan]

Imagine being in EON, watching the prisoners over the cameras, and watching this really dangerous guy, a mass murderer, genuinely tweaking and having gay hallucinations

[mrchiipchrome]

Rain

W.C.- 3k

“So, when we’re on the topic, did any of you know that the world cup wasn’t Alexia’s first time dyeing her a crazy color?” You ask your scattered teammates, the team bonding being at your and Alexia’s place after a lot of fuss. The midfielder slung across your lap looked at you with wide eyes, the story embarrassing from her perspective.

“Amor, let’s not talk about that” Alexia’s nails close around the skin of your torso where your shirt had ridden up. The action makes you yelp, it being fairly unexpected, but out of your peripheral you can see the way she smirked in self amusement.

“No, no, let’s talk about it.” Mapi’s face is lit up by a mischievous grin, clearly wanting to hear the embarrassing story. It was the first time since her injury that she seemed like herself again, she’d been so sullen as of late.

“Yeah Ale, we want to hear the story.” Pina shouted from her place across from where you and Alexia sat together, her back leaning against the couch as Patri poked at her. The younger girl is getting all the more annoyed at her best friend's repetitive actions, slapping away her hand every so often.

“Por favor Ale, it’s a funny story.” Your hands run up and down her thighs softly, squeezing ever so lightly at times. It’s fun to see the way her resolve breaks with every stroke of your hands, the way her eyes slowly shut as she thinks about the implications that the story might bring.

“Okay then, tell it, but you have to finish what you started later.” The last part is whispered only for you to hear, leading to an embarrassing dark red color spreading across your cheeks. You sit up straighter and shift the midfielder around on your lap for it to be more comfortable for you both.

“Let me take you all back in time, sometime in September of 2010…”

September 7th, 2010.

“Amor please, I’m in need of some new hoodies, since you steal them all as soon as I put them on.” You pleaded with your girlfriend, the muddy clothes covering your body nearly leaving a trail of dirt behind you.

“That’s just because you buy the best hoodies, it is not my fault.” She puts her hands up in an ‘I’m innocent’ gesture, the girl looking at you with her most innocent expression. You weren’t asking for much, wanting her to bike with you to the mall located an hour away to spend some time together.

Well, it wasn’t like you were apart often, the two of you stuck at the hips.

“I need clothes, you don’t want Mila to see me shirtless, right?” Mila was another girl in your team, a girl that pretty clearly had a crush on you, something that Alexia detested.

“No. You’ll just have to wear my clothes I guess.” Her little self-assured smirk melted your heart, a puddle at the bottom of your stomach.

“Mhm sure, your clothes don’t fit me amor, but good try.” You wink at the brunette, her shy smile covering her lips.

“Y/n Y/l/n, you better have not tracked dirt into my house.” Alexia’s mum, Eli, called out to you. She knew your habits and how you’d always forget that your shorts were dripping dirt.

“I haven’t Mrs Putellas, I promise.” Eli always knew when you were lying, and that sing-songy tone was a sure sign.

“Okay, but you’re the one who’s going to wash up. And once again, call me Eli.” Your cheeks darken at the reprimanding tone your second mother used. The Putellas family was as much family as your own.

“Yes Eli.” 

“Y/n/n, I’m going to take a shower, you stay out here. Don’t sit on the furniture until we’ve washed you off.” Alexia is already halfway up the stairs when she calls out for you, her sister peeking her head out of her room at the sound of your girlfriend's voice.

“So, Y/n, I heard that you were having trouble getting Alexia to agree with you and I have a preposition for you.” The young girl told you, your face showing the confusion you were experiencing.

“Preposition? Where did you learn these words Alba?” Her expression turned into that of a nonchalant person, waving it away.

“Don’t you worry about it, now I want to pull a prank on Ale, but I need money and help for it, and you need hoodies. So you give me money, and I’ll buy a couple of hoodies at the mall, then you help me set the prank up, okay?” She went through the plan like it was the easiest thing in the world, and really it wasn’t that difficult.

“How much money do you need? And what is the prank?” You asked the girl, her smile immediately turning mischievous.

“Oh I need like 100 euros, so we prank Ale by putting that temporary hair dye in her shampoo, the one that goes away in a few washes, give her a scare.” Alba rubbed her hands together like a supervillain would, laughing evilly.

“Alba? What are you doing? Stop trying to scare my girlfriend off.” Alexia, freshly showered, comes back down the stairs to the sight of her kid sister imitating the joker. “Come on amor, it’s your turn to shower.” Your girlfriend led you up the stairs by your arm, giving you the chance to look back at her still laughing sister. Nodding, the younger girl knows that you’ve agreed to her plan.

————

“Wait, so it was Alba’s idea?” Mapi asks full of confusion, she didn’t know that you and Alba had been so conspiring.

“Yeah, but I had to do basically everything.” 

———-

“Is that enough?” You hand your girlfriend’s younger sister a bunt of money, the girl looking over it quickly and giving you a quick thumbs up.

“Mama, Alina’s dad is driving us to the mall, I’m going now.” The girl was clever, that much you couldn’t deny. 

“Choose a good color now Alba, okay?” She nods quickly at your quiet whisper, she knows not to choose black or blonde or any other boring color.

As she leaves, you make your way up to Alexia’s room, tripping over the random footballs laying all over her floor. On the soft bed she laid, your amazing girlfriend whom you couldn’t love any more even if you tried. Her smile distracted you even more as you tripped once again, hands catching your body.

“Bébé, you need to be more careful, you can’t be tripping and falling like that. We need you on the pitch.” She chastises you playfully, eyes flitting over your prone body. 

“Yeah yeah I know, I’ve heard it before, you’re just so distracting.” You push yourself off the floor in one swift move, ending up on the brunette’s bed. She smiles as you shimmy your body up the bed, eventually settling comfortably beside her.

Your hand comes up to cup her jaw softly, thumb moving over her bottom lip, pulling it down carefully. She leans in slightly, letting you make the first move to initiate the kiss. Your lips meet hers in a soft embrace only moments later, pushing your tongue inside her mouth.

The impromptu make out session ends when there’s a knock at the door, Alexia’s father peeking in to see what you were doing. He isn’t shocked to see the two of you laying next to each other, talking. 

All you could think there was ‘thank fuck for quick reflexes’.

“Come on amor, I’m taking you on a date.” You pat her leg as to tell her to get up from her position on the bed. 

“Where are we going?” She jumps off the bed and sprints over to the wardrobe in the corner of her room, throwing the door open to ruffle through her clothes.

“I was thinking that we could go to a restaurant maybe, I want to spoil you.” The hand that holds up your head shakes when she glares at you with that sexy intensity, like she knew about your shenanigans with her sister.

“What are you planning?” She asks suspiciously, eyes reduced to slits as she looks at you.

“Nothing! I swear it’s nothing.” Alexia looks at you for another second, trying to decipher if you were telling the truth, which she seemingly deems you to have done.

“I’m watching you, don’t think I’m not.” 

“I know you are, I’m so hot that you can’t keep your eyes off me.” You can see the way her eyes roll at your fake enthusiasm, shaking her head like a mother would at their child doing something funny that they definitely shouldn’t.

———-

“Another question, why would you take her on a date?” This time it’s Pina who asks, tilting her head at you.

“Well Pina, that’s what you do when you have a girlfriend who’s as hot as mine, and I’ll get to the other reason soon.” The girlfriend in question turns her head toward you, her fiery cheeks catching your attention.

———

“Wow, that was incredible.” Taking her to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city wasn’t on your list of what to do, but alas that was what happened.

You wanted to treat her before you pranked her.

“Thank you for taking me here bébé, the food was amazing and the company was even better.” You smile at her kind words, swirling the cola around in your wine glass.

The server comes back with your card after a few moments, just as you tell Alexia that you were going to the bathroom. The text you send to her sister gets an almost instant answer, telling you that everything was set up and ready.

“Amor? You ready to go?” She picks up her jacket at the question, walking with you to the exit of the restaurant. Her red lipstick smudges against your cheek as she presses a kiss to your cheek, the dark night sky lit up by the stars.

“Te amo bébé, thank you so much for this.” You can’t help but smile at her, she was all you wanted and more.

The rest of the walk back to Alexia’s house was spent in comfortable conversation, the girl asking if you wanted to stay over at hers.

When you both arrived home, she told you that she was going to take a quick shower whilst you made yourself comfortable in her bed.

Thankfully she can’t see the way your eyes widen, knowing that your plan was going to make it’s appearance way too early.

Waiting for Alexia to get out of the shower was almost as anxiety inducing as the prank itself, her reaction was sure to be good though.

It was when you were playing around with some stuff on her desk that you heard her furious voice calling out for you and her sister.

“Y/N! ALBA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” You rush out into the hallway to be met with Alexia in a black towel, her now blueish hair dripping onto the floor.

Alba runs into your back only moments later, looking like she was going to piss herself with laughter seeing Alexia’s face.

“What is this?” Alexia asks sternly, pointing at her hair. Alba doubles over in laughter, but you just stand there with a guilty look on your face. You recognise the expression on her face, one of incredible rage.

“We switched out your shampoo for hair dye, oh you should’ve seen the look on your face.” Alba says through laughs, her hand over her stomach, doubled over.

“WHAT.” 

“Amor, it’s not permanent, it’s gonna go back to normal in a few washes, right Alba?” The young girl looks up at you guiltily, her not immediately agreeing, making you worried. “Right Alba?”

“Uhm, I might’ve accidentally bought the permanent one, pleasedontkillmeAle.” At the murderous glare she gets, the young girl runs off, her sister staying rooted in front of you.

“Don’t lie to me, were you involved in this?” At that moment you felt the most fear you’d ever felt, she was glaring at you like she glared at your opponents.

“Yes, I gave her the money and got you out of the house.” You answer truthfully, the wrath she’d get if you lied was way worse than anything else.

“Get out of my house.” Her voice is stone cold as she orders you to get out.

“Amor please, I’m so sorry-“

“No. Get out.” This time you didn’t even try to argue, her tone held one of finality.

And so, you walked home in the now cold night, freezing like no other. You deserved it though, of course you had to prank her.

—————

“Wait, how did you get her back? I mean you’re together now so you had to get her back somehow.” Lucy asks, the third time someone has asked something during the duration of your story.

“Shush, I’m getting to it.”

————-

Alexia hadn’t responded to your texts the entire weekend, she was reading them, but not responding. Though you had heard from her sister that she’d decided to commit to the blue hair and got it fixed at the salon.

Even though you’d apologized 100 000 times, she wouldn’t forgive you, and when she passed you in the hallways without saying a word, you decided it was time to take out the big guns.

Sprinting over to the middle school her sister went to, you quickly got her out of class. Alba looked at you weirdly when you told her teacher that you were there to take her to the doctors, even more so when you gave the teacher a paper, but nonetheless she followed you out.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” She asked curiously, looking up at you.

“We are going to make it right between me and Alexia, you are going to help me.”

The preparations only took a few minutes, the only hard part being stealing the ladder from the janitor's office, your elaborate plan was relatively easy to execute.

You knew at what time Alexia got out of class, it wasn’t hard when that was the class you were absent from. But it seems like the teacher was keeping her after class as you and Alba hid behind a nearby row of lockers.

“Where is she?” Alba whispered sharply, looking at you like you were stupid. 

“Soon, she was probably just kept after class.” You whisper back just as harshly, the hallways empty by now leading you to spot your girlfriends much easier.

You can see her angry movements as she throws open her locker, taking out a few books. She’s closed it by the time that you reach her, Alba hidden behind you.

“Close it again.” You tell her, the woman looking at you with a mean glare, a glare that lightens when she sees the hopeful look in your eyes. The smile on your face widens as Alexia opens her locker again, gesturing for Alba to climb up the ladder and start pouring water onto your head.

Your hair plasters against your forehead, cold water making your clothes stick to your body. When you deem it enough, you quickly knock at her open locker door, the girl closing her locker again.

She can’t help but smile at the idiocy that was going on, her sister pouring water over your head with a flower waterer. In your hands were flowers, her favorite flowers.

“Alexia, I’m so sorry for pranking you, it wasn’t right even though you look amazing. Please let me make it up to you.” The water that ran down your face and into your mouth quickly turned your speech slightly slurred but Alexia couldn't help but think of how adorable you looked, doing the rain apology inside only for her.

“It’s okay, I forgave you as soon as I saw how hot I looked with this hair color. Just don’t do it again.” She breaks out in a full fledged smile, seeing how the water suddenly stops running down your face and how a paper rainbow appears above your head. “Oh look, it stopped raining.”

“C’mere.” You pull her into you by her waist, her lips meeting yours sweetly, before the sound of gagging breaks you apart.

“You guys are disgusting.” Alba exclaims as she gets down from the ladder, scrunching her nose at you.

“How did you even get Alba here bébé?” Alexia questions, you looking at her sheepishly.

“I may or may not have forged your mothers signature so I could get her out of class.” Your girlfriend slaps your arm at the confession, glaring at you playfully.

“Mama is going to be so mad when she finds out.” 

“Meh, we all know that I’m the favourite.” 

—————

“That’s how you got her back?” Lucy asks, her eyebrows raised at the peculiar way of apologising.

“Yup, she couldn’t resist my charm.” You tease the girl sitting on your lap, slipping your hand into hers, fingers fitting perfectly between hers.

“And Eli wasn’t mad when she found out?” Pina asks, the girl practically family.

“Oh, she was furious with me but only for a little, I am the favourite child after all.” Alexia rolls her eyes at you lovingly, the smile on her face tells you as much. You couldn’t believe that she was real, and that she was yours.

“It’s not like capi to let you get away scot free.” Mapi teases, the two of you had gotten up to a lot of shenanigans during your shared time at Barça and you’d always gotten punished somehow.

“She didn’t, I had to wear children’s clothes for a month after that since I quote ‘couldn’t grow up’, and yes there are pictures.” The girls around you immediately start trying to convince you to show them the photos, which you do after some convincing (and maybe one or two promises to take responsibility for your next prank.) 

Safe to say that you get teased for the foreseeable future, though they do leave you alone after you’ve finally proposed after nearly 16 years of dating their captain.

[leaawrites]

Call Me When You Break Up

Bobby Skeetz x fem!reader

Summary: after being broken up with, she seeks comfort in her old best friend.

Warnings: mentions of toxic relationship (not Bobby), crying, friends to lovers, hurt, fluff

Wordcount: 1.3k

Main Masterlist, Inhaler Masterlist

The lights flickered in her blurry vision as rain fell from the sky. Pouring down on the streets and her window sill. Splashing against her window.

Huddled up under her covers, the weather felt nicer than the heavy feeling in her heart. Tears she'd cried weighting down her chest as they sat on it, making it hard for her to breath steadily. Everything was a choked up sob or shaky attempts at inhaling and exhaling.

Her fingers trembled against the screen of her phone as she looked for the number that was pinned. Scrolling through her contacts would give her time to gather her thoughts, strengthen her words. Though as the ring rang through her now empty apartment, nothing has felt as embarrassing as having to tell him that he was right once again.

Growing up with Bobby as a neighbour had been fun at first, it was just them two, running through both their gardens and through holes they made in their fences to make the others house more available. But when he went to another school and met Eli, Ryan and Josh, he had less time. Greeting him as they both stepped out the house in the morning and walked to the bus stop together turned into watching him walk past her house with his head low and his guitar case in his hand late at night.

They still met up, they still talked, but it was all a lot less.

They both found new friends, went around in different circles. They grew up and grew apart.

Having heard about a gig of theirs a few weeks ago, she asked him about it. He never mentioned anything at the dinners they had together about the band actually being something serious. It was only ever, "We have Pizza and talk mostly. Just a get together, really."

"I saw the flyer outside the pub," she explained as she stopped him on his way to rehearsal. "Didn't know you played outside the garage."

"Yeah, it's our first gig actually. We don't expect much," he said, running a hand through his hand nervously. Acting nonchalant, but she could see the nerves about it even now. "You can come if you want."

"I'd love to." And when she smiled at the invitation, he smiled at her agreement.

Saturday came and with it also the confrontation she feared. Her and Sam had been dating for a few months already, being set up by some friends, he never seemed as interested in her as all her other friend's boyfriends. Except when it came to her going out on her own.

"What are you trying to say?" He asked, crossing his arms as she stood in front of him, fidgeting with her fingers.

She had tried to get him to leave so she could get ready. Trying to find a reasonable explanation without having to tell him the truth. But he didn't budge. Staying sat on the edge of her bed, narrowing his eyes at her as he knew that she was lying.

"He's just an old friend, I wanted to support him. It's their first gig and he invited me to come see it, which I'm doing," she rambled. Words and sentences growing as her body shrunk under his gaze.

"I thought we were gonna hang out." His shoulders sank, his demeanour changed. Confusion was replaced by sadness on the search for pity.

"We can do that tomorrow too," she tried to reason. Walking closer to him and taking his head in her hands.

"So you rather would spent time with him than with me? Is that what your saying?" His voice grew more defensive, angrier. His hands pushing her body away as he stood up.

"It's not! I'm just trying to make this alright for everyone-" her words were cut off by him opening the door to her bedroom. Already taking one step out the room.

"Don't bother," he interrupted her, "I'll just leave you be."

And when he left, the rain came to comfort her. Bringing familiarity and new thoughts.

Bobby wasn't aware that she couldn't make it; mascara running down her red, puffy eyes. She would only worsen the mood. He wouldn't care anyways.

The next hour went by and when night time came, so did the guilt that she left him hanging without an explanation.

It was a surprise to her when he picked up.

"Hey," he said, chatter in the background fading and being replaced by rain. The same one she was listening to as well. "Where are you?"

"Couldn't make it," she answered, taking another deep breath to keep her voice steady. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, wasn't that good anyways. We got about two drunks and Josh's parents with us here. You didn't miss much."

"I did though. I was really excited to hear you." And when her voice cracked, his voice grew more concerned.

"What's up? What happened?" It was soft how he said it, almost identical to how she would comfort him after a bad football game when they were 5.

"Nothing of much importance," she tried changing the topic, but when he didn't say anything again, she caught the hint. Urging her to keep on talking. "My boyfriend, Sam, don't know if you know him." He hummed. "He- We broke up. Just didn't work out and I'm more affected by it than I thought, I guess. I don't know. Didn't want to show up and properly meet your friends with bloodshot eyes and look like the biggest junkie in the world."

"Do you want me to come over?" He asked almost immediately after he was sure she was done explaining.

"No, it's alright. You enjoy your night, I'll get up in the morning." Waving him off with him being able to see, she wasn't sure what answer she wanted to receive now. She had never found herself in such a situation before.

"I see those lads every day, I barely ever see you anymore," he answered, receiving complains from the people clearly listening into his conversation.

It was a good answer, she decided.

"I wouldn't mind having you here right now," she answered, which was enough for him to hang up and say good-bye to his friends.

Receiving mocking kiss noises and 'don't be stupid' as a good-bye in return.

Her room was dark as he entered, her body sprawled out under the covers and she was breathing quietly. Looking out the window, not acknowledging him. But he knew she was awake when she patted the side of the bed she left empty for him. Taking off his shoes and climbing into her bed, Bobby leaned against the headrest. His eyes trailing down to her. Letting her take as much time as she wanted until she wanted to talk to him.

Silence settled around them comfortably until she asked, "Who let you in?"

"Your mum," he explained. "She looked quite surprised though to see me."

"I bet she was, you weren't over on your own for a long time." Turning her body, she rested her head on his chest. Breathing in the familiar scent. "I missed this."

"I did too," Bobby confessed, running his fingers through her hair.

Looking up at him, she could see the lingering want in his eyes. Gaze slipping from their eyes to their lips at the same time. Sitting up, she leaned closer. His hands slipped from her hair to her face, holding her cheek as they both leaned in. Their lips pressing together. It was new at first, unexpected, but they melted into it the longer they stayed close to each other. Holding the other.

"I never wanted someone else to do this before me," Bobby breathed out against her lips, pulling away slightly to catch his breath.

"You'll always be my first love though," she said, not looking away from him as the words slipped from her tongue.

"Good."

Leaning in again, they both knew their parents had seen it coming from a mile away, they should've too.

[fanficbrainrot25]

mgs men reaction to you falling asleep on their shoulder

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INCLUDES : Solid Snake, Otacon, Big Boss, Kazuhriza Miller, Raiden, Revolver Ocelot, Liquid Snake 

TAGS : GN reader, fluff, slightly suggestive in liquid's part, uhhh that's about it

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Solid Snake

After your head made contact his shoulder, he just freezes 

Completely. Tense.

He does ease up a little, watching you as you snore away

"Guess someone's tired" he mumbles to himself

which somehow wakes you up

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." You say, rubbing your eyes and yawning

"Nice nap?" He raises his eyebrow at you, seeming nonchalant as always

In reality he wishes you stayed sleeping

Otacon

Oh, man would be nervous AS HELL

He'd get so nervous that he ends up waking you as soon as your head hit him

"Hey wake up!" Hal says as he nudges you, his face turning red

"Oh! Sorry." You say as your head lifts from his shoulder

"It's okay just... don't do that again" He pushes his glasses up

"Why not?"

"Because!" He waves his hands, searching for an excuse "because I said so!"

"Wow that's a real good reason"

"Yes it is! You should be respectful of my boundaries!"

"I am, I'm just messing with you"

"Well don't mess with me again..."

Big Boss 

On the inside he'd be panicking

He'd probably have a similar reaction to Solid Snake

but not do as good a job hiding his emotions

He feels the blood rushing to his face

Good thing you're not awake to see it

he just let's you rest there for however long you're asleep for

Until you wake up

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." You yawn

"It's fine, no big deal" He shrugs

Kazuhriza Miller

Kaz would definitely be full of himself

Pre-accident Kaz would wrap his arm around you too

He'd let you sleep of course

But best BELIEVE he is smiling to himself the entire time you're taking your map

and he WILL tease you after you wake up

"Had any dreams about me while you were sleeping?" He smirks at you while you get up

"Shut up Miller"

"You're gonna have to make me"

"I am not playing this game with you"

"Whatever you say"

Raiden 

He's actually pretty calm for the most part

but he will absolutely have butterflies in his stomach

Raiden would try to play with you hair, which ends up waking you up

"Ah sorry, did I fall asleep on you?"

"Yeah but it's okay. We all get tired from time to time"

"I felt something in my hair though..."

Of course he acts like nothing happened

"You were probably just dreaming it"

And you pretend you believe it

Revolver Ocelot

Ocelot's reaction would depend on what era you're talking about

MGS3 Ocelot would be cocky, feigning confidence, trying to cover up how anxious he felt

"I know I know, my shoulder is a real nice pillow" He'll say corny stuff like that

But nothing covered up the blush in his face

MGSV Ocelot would be a bit surprised but a lot more confident

He doesn't feel a need to comment on it or tease you about it afterward

Sometimes you just needed your rest, even if that meant accidentally falling asleep on someone's shoulder

He'll still be happy about the whole situation though

Liquid Snake 

This bastard might just react more cocky than Miller (if that's even possible)

He'd get real handsy, wrapping his arm around you, holding you closer

You woke up when you felt his hand rubbing up and down your arm

"Eli?" You grumble, half awake

"Yes?"

"Is there a reason why you're holding me like this"

"You seemed cold. I'm just warming you up" 

As if that wasn't the lamest excuse you've ever heard...

but, it felt comforting, so you let him continue

After a while he starts to feel real confident about himself

"You know... I can rub a lot more then just your arm-" you pinch him "-OW!"

[theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming]

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When the 118 find out about Buck’s secret thirst account on Instagram – to raise fire safety awareness, obviously – they make fun of him the appropriate amount and move on. Eddie, who has had some recent and birthmark-shaped revelations about his feelings, finds it a little harder to do the same. Of course, Eddie would never invade Buck’s privacy by searching for and finding the anonymous account. Or looking at all the uploaded photos late at night. Or even directly messaging Buck’s secret account. That would be weird, because he’s certainly not planning on doing anything about his newfound attraction. However, anonymous account @ elbombero118 has no such limitations.

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Buck's mind goes blank: suddenly and perfectly blank like a briskly shaken Etch A Sketch, the tracks of his thoughts swept clean. Eddie's mouth is on his. Eddie's nose bumps his nose, and his stubble rasps, and Eddie is kissing him. And this is probably a bad idea. The thought surfaces briefly. This is probably a bad idea. They don't do this. They haven't talked about this. Until thirty seconds ago, he was perfectly certain that Eddie was straight. - Or: Eddie's love life gets some supernatural meddling.

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When he was 26, Buck had his first genuinely transformative relationship. She was smart, kind and more mature than him. She looked at him and it made him feel like maybe he mattered. When she told him she needed to go find herself, he promised to wait. He waited for months, living like a ghost in her abandoned home, before finally walking away, humiliated and abandoned, finally realising the love he'd felt had been one-sided. All of this to say, Evan Buckley had never been good at knowing when to let go of things. So when Eddie Diaz told him on a chilly Friday afternoon that he had put his house on the market and started packing, Buck told himself that this time, he wasn't going to cling to someone trying to leave him behind. This time, Buck would understand what rejection looked like, and he would let someone he loved walk away with dignity. OR - Eddie moves to El Paso a month before Christmas. Buck goes a little bit insane about it.

the rush of slumber party kissing by butchdiaz/@butchdiaz (2024•M•3.2K)

“Okay, Uh—“ he racks his brain for something else Buck has done that he hasn’t. “Never have I ever kissed a man.” Buck doesn't put his finger down, just cocks his head curiously. “Damn, six months without even a kiss, no wonder Tommy left.” Eddie mutters half under his breath. It causes Buck to snap out of his daze and give him a half-hearted middle finger. He’s still thinking, though, eyebrows scrunched together in that adorable way they used to whenever he tried to help Chris with his elementary school math homework. “What, Buck?” “Never?” Buck asks. “No?” Eddie answers. He doesn't know why it comes out as a question. Buck sits up sharply, swinging his legs over the bed and leaning forward like this is suddenly the most important conversation in the world. “Not even like…in the army?” “No, Buck.” Eddie feels his cheeks heat under his scrutiny. “Huh.” He’s staring, eyes piercing into Eddie's fucking soul. “What's that supposed to mean?”

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Eddie piles up all his baking supplies and tells him, “All yours. Whatever you want to make. I’ll get more of anything if you need it. We should have plenty of flour though. I got you five bags.” Buck’s head snaps toward him. “Five bags? You got me five bags of flour? The little two pound ones, right? Or the five pounders?” “No, the tens. Like that one.” “You bought me fifty pounds of flour?” “You’re the one who decided his coping mechanism for loneliness was snickerdoodles and sourdough. I’m just being supportive. Since you’re my wingman and I’m yours or whatever you said when you stole my tablet and my realtor call.” Buck smirks. “More like saved your call.” More like saved Eddie’s everything but who’s counting? ~ Eddie decides he needs to move to Texas and slowly unravels as he comes to terms with how he really feels and what he's losing.

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Chris doesn't want Buck picking him up from school and Eddie has no idea why. Until he hears them. Then he knows exactly why. He just has to figure out how to talk to Buck about it

Buck Naked by disasterbuck/@disasterbuck (2025•T•941w)

Eddie finds it difficult to talk about his feelings because it always leaves him far too vulnerable and exposed. So, when he finally decides it's time to tell Buck how he feels, he has a plan to get them both on equal footing. - Buck turned, slicking his wet hair back, and then yelped and covered himself comically with his hands when he saw Eddie standing there. "Eddie!" he exclaimed, his face turning red. "I'm naked!" "Obviously," Eddie replied.

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From: Buck Buckley, 4:42pm Come over and fuck me From: Buck Buckley, 4:45pm [1 Image Attached] From: Buck Buckley, 4:45pm [1 Image Attached] From: Buck Buckley, 4:45pm [1 Image Attached] From: Buck Buckley, 4:46pm Don’t keep me waiting or I’ll start without you. He’s in a grocery store, for fuck’s sake. In the produce section. Staring at broccolini. Eddie swipes away from the conversation and shoves his phone into his pocket. He swallows down the whine that threatens to permeate the innocent air of the store, and with clammy hands, pushes his cart to self-checkout so none of these poor cashiers ask if he's having a medical emergency from how red his face is. Is he drooling? He doesn’t think he’s drooling – at least, not from the mouth. On autopilot, he loads his thankfully non-perishable groceries into his backseat and navigates his vehicle safely and calmly through the winding downtown streets to Buck’s apartment. or, buck accidentally sends eddie nudes; they fuck it out

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Buck doesn't make a full recovery after the lightning strike. Eddie is there.

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“Eddie,” Buck says, too fast, he sounds strange. “You picked up. Sorry it’s. It’s late I know I just. I’ve been thinking a lot-” “My kid won’t talk to me, my parents want full custody, and I fucked a married man,” Eddie says. Buck is quiet. “Can you…” He says after a minute. “Can you run that by me again?” - Eddie Diaz is not having a great time in El Paso.

Sunlight by DarkAliceLilith/@dark-alice-lilith (2025•T•393w)

Evan rolled to rest on top of Eddie who wrapped an arm around his waist. “True. We scored the hottest man on the beach.”

Chapter 24 of this can't be love by prettyboybuckley/@prettyboybuckley (2024•E•4.4K/123K)

Buck may be an omega, but he’s lived most of his life since presenting as a beta thanks to strong suppressants. Despite having vowed to never date an alpha, when Tommy asks him out, Buck can’t resist. Eddie had come to terms with knowing he would never have a chance with his best friend. When Tommy starts dating Buck, Eddie quickly becomes jealous, though after a while he feels confused. Who exactly is he jealous of? Tommy falls for Buck harder than he expected, but he doesn’t want to lose Eddie as a friend. After something happens to Buck, he starts to think that maybe none of them have to choose. OR: three men slowly but surely fall in love with each other despite societal expectations - things get complicated

[muiitoloko]

heyy, I don't wanna bother you, but can we have some eli x reader? 🥹 maybe someone who after sex is actually attached to him for the first time and he's like

wait

that usually doesn't happen

why are you sweet to me?

😭😭

Title: Beneath the Surface

Summary: Eli struggles with his own feelings towards you.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, denial of feelings.

Author's Notes: Sorry this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I kind of lost control of the wheel while writing this 😭

Also read on Ao3

As Eli parked the car in front of your building, he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket with a practiced nonchalance. The screen illuminated his face briefly as he tapped out a message to you:

Eli: "Arrived. Outside."

He smirked as he sent it, knowing you'd be quick to respond. It wasn't long before your message came through:

You: "Almost ready ;). Be down in a sec."

Eli reclined in his seat, making himself comfortable in the plush leather interior of his car. It had been two months since the two of you officially started dating. You met at a bar, where Eli's initial attempt to seduce you into bed that night failed—a rare occurrence for him. The challenge intrigued him, so he took your number and persistently pursued you, asking you out on dates and exchanging texts until, after 11 dates, you finally relented.

For Eli, you were merely a means to an end. He enjoyed the sex, and that was it. He often took you out to dinner, had sex with you, and then left the next morning without any complications. The only hassle was the obligatory texting and occasional dinners he had to endure with you.

Eli leaned back, replaying the last few months in his mind. He had gotten used to your presence, your body, and your quirks. It wasn't that he found you particularly interesting or attractive beyond the physical realm, but you served a purpose—a regular, accessible source of pleasure. And that was enough for him.

He glanced at his phone again, noticing your text.

You: "Coming down now."

When you finally appeared at the entrance, he watched as you hurried towards the car, your heels clicking against the pavement. You slid into the passenger seat, a small smile on your face that made him wonder if you genuinely enjoyed his company or if you were just eager to get the evening started.

"Hey," you greeted him, leaning in for a quick kiss.

And it was one of those moments that Eli Michaelson rarely allowed himself to dwell upon: the brief, fleeting instant when his desire overtook his carefully maintained façade of detachment. As you leaned in for a quick kiss, he responded with a hunger he refused to acknowledge, his lips eager to taste yours, savoring the sensation of your warmth and the faint flavor of your lip gloss.

Why did you have to be so good? Eli pondered internally, even as he kissed you back with a passion that defied his own self-imposed rules. He knew better than to let himself get attached—after all, you were just like any other woman, nothing special. He had told himself this repeatedly since the day you met, yet here he was, struggling to maintain the distance he thought he had established.

The kiss deepened momentarily, and Eli found himself wanting to pull you closer, to lose himself in the intimacy of the moment. But the confines of the car prevented such abandon, and it was you who eventually broke the kiss, your voice pulling him back to the present.

"I hope this doesn't mess up my makeup," you remarked lightly, a practical concern that jarred Eli back to his usual self. He felt a pang of disappointment, irrational as it was, at the interruption. He wanted to prolong the kiss, to explore the depths of his feelings, even as he denied their existence.

"You look perfect," Eli said softly, his tone almost reverent, though he quickly masked it with a faint smirk. "Makeup or no makeup."

You smiled at his compliment, and the air between you shifted subtly. Eli cleared his throat, attempting to redirect the conversation.

"Are you ready for dinner?" he asked, keeping his tone casual, as if the kiss had not affected him in the slightest. "I made reservations at that new French place you mentioned last week."

You nodded eagerly, seemingly unaffected by the charged moment just past. "Oh, I can't wait! I've heard such great things about their wine selection."

As Eli started the car, he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes lit up with excitement. It was moments like these that made him wonder—what would it be like to truly let himself care, to let go of his carefully constructed walls? But then, he quickly squashed the thought. He was Doctor Eli Michaelson, renowned scientist and expert in his field. He wasn't supposed to be attached to anyone, especially not you.

Throughout dinner, Eli maintained his usual facade of charm and wit, engaging you in discussions about various topics that interested you both. He expertly steered the conversation away from anything too personal, always keeping a safe distance emotionally. Yet, as the evening wore on, he found himself enjoying your company more than he cared to admit.

When you reached across the table to touch his hand lightly, Eli felt a flicker of something warm and unfamiliar stir within him. He withdrew his hand subtly, a faint crease of concern marring his otherwise composed expression.

"Everything okay?" you asked, a hint of worry in your voice.

"Of course," Eli replied smoothly, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Just thinking."

But as the evening progressed, Eli's internal struggle continued unabated. He was torn between maintaining his aloof persona and the growing attraction he felt toward you. At one point, as you recounted a funny story from your childhood, Eli found himself genuinely laughing—a deep, rich sound. It startled him, reminding him of the genuine connections he was capable of making, despite his best efforts to the contrary.

As he drove you home later that night, Eli found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. He liked being with you, enjoyed your company, and yet, there was a part of him that resisted this feeling. He was Eli Michaelson, a man who prided himself on his detachment, his ability to remain untouched by the emotional entanglements that ensnared others.

When he finally parked the car in front of your building, he turned to look at you, his gaze lingering on your face. The streetlights cast a soft glow across your features, accentuating your beauty in a way that made Eli's heart skip a beat. He felt a surge of something—affection, perhaps—swell within him, threatening to burst through the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

"Would you like to come up?" you asked, your voice gentle and inviting.

Eli smiled, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. This was what he came for, after all. He nodded, his arrogance returning full force. "Of course," he replied smoothly, his voice laced with confidence.

Exiting the car, Eli followed you into the building, his steps purposeful and assured. He tried not to think too hard about the conflicting emotions swirling within him, focusing instead on the anticipation of what was to come.

As you reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, Eli allowed himself to be pulled closer to you. He relished in the warmth of your touch, the simple intimacy of your connection sending a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins.

Entering the elevator, Eli leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on you with a hunger that betrayed his inner turmoil. And then, unable to resist any longer, he pulled you into another kiss, his lips hungry and demanding as he tasted the sweetness of your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your body melting into his as he deepened the kiss. Eli's hands roamed over your curves with a possessiveness that left you breathless, his arousal evident as he pressed his erection against your stomach, letting you feel just how turned on he already was.

Feeling emboldened by his desire, Eli moved his hands down, trailing them along the smooth fabric of your dress until they found purchase on your ass. With a low growl of approval, he squeezed the firm flesh, relishing in the way you gasped and arched against him in response.

"You feel so good," Eli murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

And then, with a fierce determination, he claimed your mouth once again, losing himself in the heady rush of passion that consumed them both. In that moment, all thoughts of his inner conflict faded away, replaced by the overwhelming need to lose himself in the intoxicating embrace of your love.

You scratched the back of Eli's head, your nails lightly raking against the nape of his neck, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from him as he kissed you fervently. His hands roamed hungrily over your body, his touch electrifying against your skin. You could feel his arousal pressing insistently against your stomach, a testament to how much he desired you in that moment.

With your other hand, you trailed down his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt, and you teased the edge of his waistband. Just as things were heating up, the elevator announced its arrival with a soft ping, signaling the end of your private moment.

You reluctantly pulled away from Eli's kiss, a breathless smile on your face. "Looks like we're here," you murmured, bending down to retrieve your bag that had fallen to the floor in the passion of the moment.

Eli followed you out of the elevator, his gaze dark with desire as he watched you, taking in your every movement. He stopped behind you as you rummaged through your bag, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he pressed his body against yours, his erection evident against your ass.

"Come on, baby," Eli whispered huskily into your ear, his voice dripping with desire. "Open that door soon, or I might just have to break it down."

You chuckled softly at his impatience, the sound mixing with a breathy moan as Eli kissed your neck, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you closer against him. His arousal pressed more urgently against you, his eagerness clear in the way he nipped and kissed at your sensitive skin.

"You're so damn impatient," you teased, your voice low and sultry. "I like it. Maybe I should make you wait a little longer."

Eli growled low in his throat, his grip tightening around you possessively. "Tease me and you'll regret it," he warned, his tone a mixture of arousal and threat that sent a shiver of desire down your spine.

"Maybe I like it when you're all riled up," you shot back, enjoying the playful banter that only added to the tension between you.

With a defiant laugh, you finally found your keys and unlocked the door, stepping inside with Eli right behind you. He wasted no time in pulling you into his arms again, his lips claiming yours in a fierce kiss as he kicked the door shut behind him.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," Eli muttered against your mouth, his hands already tugging at the hem of your dress.

"Then don't," you replied breathlessly, your own hands making quick work of his shirt buttons.

As the two of you stumbled towards the bedroom, clothes quickly discarded in a trail behind you, Eli's internal conflict raged on. He told himself that this was just physical, that he didn't need emotional entanglements. But with each touch, each kiss, each shared moment, the barriers he had erected around his heart weakened just a little more.

And as you lay tangled together in the aftermath, savoring the intimacy of your connection, Eli couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was fooling himself. Maybe there was something more here than he was willing to admit, even to himself.

But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, content to revel in the pleasure and the heat of the moment. Tomorrow was another day, and tonight, he would simply enjoy being with you, his feelings be damned.

As Eli helped you slip off your high heels, his touch was both tender and possessive, his fingers trailing along the curve of your ankle with a possessiveness that sent shivers of anticipation down your spine. You lay on the bed in just your lace panties, the cool fabric against your skin contrasting with the warmth of the room. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to tell Eli what had been on your mind all evening.

"Eli," you began, your voice soft but determined. "There's something I need to tell you."

But Eli ignored your words, his attention focused solely on you as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a heated kiss. You tried to protest, to insist that this couldn't wait, but Eli silenced you with another kiss, his hands wandering over your body with a hunger that left you breathless.

As he deepened the kiss, you found yourself getting lost in the heat of the moment, the urgency of his touch driving all thoughts from your mind. You decided to let go of your worries, to tell him what you needed to say later, when the passion had cooled and you could think more clearly.

Eli released your mouth, a thread of saliva still connecting your lips as he trailed kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He reveled in the taste of your skin, the warmth of your body pressing against his as he explored every inch of you with his lips and tongue.

With a low growl of desire, Eli turned his attention to your breasts, their nipples erect from the coolness of the room. He took one in his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh with a hunger that bordered on desperation. You moaned in response, arching against him as pleasure coursed through your veins.

As you grabbed the back of Eli's head, a low moan escaping your lips, you called out that nickname you knew he loved, even though he never explicitly admitted it: Daddy. Eli smiled against your breast, his lips still teasing the sensitive skin, before his expression shifted to a faux frown. He released your nipple and lifted his head enough to look at you, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Daddy, huh?" he said, his tone playful yet warning. "I've told you before, sweetheart, I don't like that. You know better."

But you only grinned, knowing full well the effect that nickname had on him. You let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning innocence. "Oops, my mistake," you replied with mock contrition, though your eyes sparkled with mischief. "Won't happen again... at least not tonight."

Eli chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "You're incorrigible," he muttered, though there was a hint of fondness in his tone. "But for now, let's focus on more pressing matters, shall we?"

And as you squirmed beneath him, your movements eager and frantic, Eli watched with hungry eyes. He could see the desperation in your actions, the way you were practically begging for his touch. With a low growl of desire, he reached down, his fingers trailing lightly along the lace of your panties.

"Looks like someone's eager," he teased, his voice dripping with lust as he leaned in closer. "Let's see just how much."

With deliberate slowness, Eli lowered his head, his lips trailing a path of fire along your skin. He watched intently as you stuck your fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with a sense of urgency. Eli couldn't help but smile at your eagerness, the sight of you squirming beneath him igniting a primal hunger within him.

As you struggled to free yourself from the confines of your lingerie, Eli decided to lend a helping hand. With a swift motion, he grabbed the lace panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. He smirked at the surprise in your eyes, relishing in the anticipation of what was to come.

You eagerly reached for Eli's underwear, your fingers trembling with anticipation as you sought to free him from the fabric that trapped his throbbing erection. But Eli had other plans. He intercepted your hands, guiding them to his shoulders with a firm yet gentle touch.

"Stay still, baby," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and husky with desire. "Just relax and enjoy."

With a soft sigh, you acquiesced, allowing yourself to sink into the sensation of Eli's lips on your sensitive flesh. He returned to sucking and nibbling at your nipples with a skill that left you breathless, his teeth grazing against the hardened peaks in a way that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

But even as he lavished attention on your breasts, Eli's fingers teased the eager lips of your pussy, tracing lazy circles around your clit with a tantalizing slowness. You squirmed beneath him, your hips lifting instinctively in search of more contact, but Eli held you firmly in place, denying you the release you craved.

Instead, he dipped his fingers lower, parting your inner folds with a deliberate gentleness that belied the hunger burning in his eyes. With practiced precision, he slid two thick fingers inside you, curling them just right to stroke that sweet spot of yours that made you moan uncontrollably.

"Oh, Eli," you gasped, your voice a breathless plea as he worked his fingers inside you, setting off fireworks of pleasure with each skilled movement. "Don't stop... please."

Eli smirked against your skin, his lips trailing a path of fire along your collarbone as he whispered dirty promises in your ear. "I'm just getting started, sweetheart," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're gonna scream my name before I'm through with you."

With that, he intensified his ministrations, driving you to the edge of ecstasy with a relentless determination. His fingers moved with a practiced rhythm, plunging deep inside you to hit all the right spots, while his lips and teeth left a trail of fire along your trembling skin.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of sensations Eli evoked within you. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke of his fingers sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge, until you were teetering on the brink of oblivion, your body trembling with the need for release.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Eli's fingers found that perfect angle, that elusive spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You cried out his name, your voice echoing in the room as ecstasy consumed you, your walls clenching around his fingers in a tight embrace.

Eli watched with hungry eyes as you unraveled beneath him, your body writhing with pleasure as you rode out the waves of ecstasy. He felt a surge of satisfaction wash over him, knowing that he was the one responsible for bringing you to such heights of pleasure.

But even as you lay panting and spent, Eli's hunger remained unabated. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he shed his underwear with practiced ease, revealing his throbbing erection in all its glory. He hovered over you, his gaze smoldering with desire as he positioned himself at your entrance, ready to claim you in every sense of the word.

As he pushed inside you, inch by agonizing inch, you gasped at the delicious stretch and fullness, your walls clenching around him in a tight embrace. Eli groaned in response, his hips rocking against yours in a primal rhythm as he buried himself deep within your welcoming warmth.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled, his voice thick with desire as he set a relentless pace, driving himself deeper and deeper into you with each powerful thrust. "So tight and wet for me. You're mine, sweetheart. All mine."

You could only moan in response, lost in the overwhelming tide of sensation as pleasure washed over you in relentless waves. With each thrust, Eli claimed you more fully, staking his claim on your body and soul with a ferocity that left you dizzy with ecstasy.

And as the intensity of your passion reached its peak, Eli's movements became more erratic, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he pursued his own release. With a primal roar of ecstasy, he finally reached his peak, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled himself deep within your core.

You cried out his name as pleasure consumed you, your entire being consumed by the overwhelming intensity of your shared passion. As the intensity of your shared passion slowly ebbed, you and Eli remained entwined in each other's arms, your bodies still humming with the aftermath of ecstasy. Eli's breath was hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses there, a stark contrast to the fervor that had consumed him mere moments ago.

And you felt the weight of your secret pressing down on you—the need to share it with him, to unburden yourself, outweighing the potential consequences. But you knew Eli, how he valued detachment, how he kept his emotions at arm's length. You wondered if revealing your feelings would change everything, if it would drive him away.

Despite the doubt nagging at the back of your mind, you decided to follow your heart, to cherish him in this moment before the storm of uncertainty hit. You ran your fingers gently through his hair, feeling his heartbeat slow and steady against your chest. His vulnerability, so rare and unexpected, tugged at your heartstrings.

Without a word, you pulled back slightly, catching his eye with a soft smile. Eli raised an eyebrow, the usual smirk replaced with curiosity. He wasn't used to tenderness, especially not after sex. It was always just sex with Eli—pleasant, satisfying, but always leaving a bitter aftertaste of detachment.

But you were different. You always made it seem like more, like Eli had made love to you, not just fucked you. He found it silly, unnecessary. He wasn't in love with you, and he was certain you weren't in love with him either.

Your fingertips traced patterns along his jaw, down to his neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. You leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw, slowly making your way to his ear. Eli's breath hitched, a shiver coursing down his spine as you whispered softly, like a secret meant only for him.

"I love you, Eli."

He froze, his eyes widening in shock. It was the first time you had said those words to him, and the weight of them hung heavy in the air. For a moment, Eli couldn't find his voice, couldn't process the rush of conflicting emotions that surged through him.

You pulled back slightly, searching his face for a reaction. Confusion, disbelief, and a hint of fear danced in his eyes. You bit your lip, suddenly unsure if you had made a mistake, if you had pushed too far. But then Eli's expression softened, just a fraction, and his gaze met yours, a storm of emotions flickering in their depths.

"Why?" Eli finally asked, his voice rough with emotion, though he tried to keep his tone steady.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself against the vulnerability that threatened to overwhelm you. "Because, despite everything, despite how we started, I can't help how I feel about you," you confessed, your voice trembling with raw honesty. "You're more than just a casual fling to me, Eli. You've become someone I care deeply about, someone I want to be close to."

Eli listened in silence, his jaw clenched as he processed your words. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with unexpected tenderness. "You shouldn't," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "You shouldn't care about someone like me."

"Why not?" you countered softly, your hand resting on his cheek, your touch gentle and reassuring. "I know you have your walls, Eli. I know you don't let people in easily. But maybe it's time to let someone in. Maybe it's time to let yourself feel something real."

Eli closed his eyes, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. "You don't understand," he whispered, his voice barely a breath. "I'm not... I can't..."

Before he could finish, you pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him gently. "Shh," you murmured, your voice filled with understanding. "I don't need you to say it back, not right now. Just... think about it, Eli. That's all I'm asking."

Eli gazed at you, his expression unreadable as he searched your eyes. You saw the turmoil there, the conflict between his arrogance and the vulnerability you had stirred within him. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

Then, Eli shifted, pulling you close against him, his arms wrapping around you in a gesture that was both possessive and protective. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin in a tender kiss that sent warmth spreading through your entire being.

"I don't know if I can," he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to try... for you."

You smiled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you held him tight. "That's all I ask, Eli," you replied, your voice filled with love and understanding. "That's all I ask."

And as you lay there in each other's arms, the world fell away around you, leaving only the two of you lost in the sweet afterglow of your shared passion. Tonight had been a night to remember, a night filled with pleasure and ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams. And with Eli by your side, you knew that there would be many more nights like this to come.

[emloafs]

binary boyfriends x to all the boys i've loved before au

Eli likes to consider himself a pretty tough guy. He can take almost anyone in a fight and come out on top. Not that he’s bragging. But, there’s not much anyone can do or say to get under his skin anymore. Inner peace and balance and all that shit. 

You wouldn’t think a small blue envelope would be the thing to crumble this hard exterior and send him running. 

That would be ridiculous.

“El Serpiente!” Eli greets in place of a ‘good morning.’

As far as mornings before class go, neither Eli nor Miguel are ever that chipper. But as Miguel half-heartedly responds to their signature handshake, Eli can tell something else is up. Miguel looks completely out of it. 

“Hey,” Miguel says with a tight smile that resembles a grimace.

Eli quirks an eyebrow. “What’s up with you?”

Miguel sighs audibly. He purses his lips and meets Eli’s eye. “We should talk.” 

Eli feels a tight knot form in his stomach. That’s never a great line to hear, no matter who it comes from.

“Okay, what’s up?” He responds, trying to sound nonchalant.

Miguel bites his lip and hesitates. He scratches at his neck and starts, “I’m flattered and everything, don’t get me wrong but…” Miguel shoulders his backpack to one side so that he can reach into it. He yanks at the zipper of the front pocket. “I just- I really had no idea, you know? You’re my brother. I love you like a brother. And- things with Sam have been tough in the past, but we’re finally in a good place-”

“Wait- what?” Eli furrows his brow. What the hell is Miguel talking about? 

Eli watches as Miguel pulls out a small blue envelope from his bag. It has a stamp with a little American flag in the top right corner, and Miguel’s name and address in the middle. Eli’s own name is in tiny lettering in the lefthand corner. Eli doesn’t need to see it to know exactly what is written on it, though. Or what’s written in it, for that matter.

His heart stops in his chest. Or at least it feels like it does. He can’t breathe. Eli is distantly aware that Miguel is still talking, shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking sheepish. The hum of the hallway noise around him turns into a muffle and fades into the background. Eli hasn’t had a panic attack in years–he honestly thought he forgot what they felt like–but as his chest tightens and his breath quickens, he feels like collapsing. 

“I care about you, man. I just don’t want anything to change between us,” he hears Miguel say. 

Eli can’t answer. He feels frozen. He opens his mouth and nothing comes out. His hand flies to his chest as if that will somehow clear his breathing pathway and shake him out of his panic. He jumps when Miguel places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Miguel’s eyes widen. “Woah- hey, Hawk, it’s just me. Are you okay?” 

Eli swallows roughly and tries his best to count evenly, matching the length of his inhales and exhales. It doesn’t work very well. Maybe he’s too out of practice. Eli’s mind races. 

He wants to ask Miguel a million questions, starting with where the hell did you get this? but something catches his eye over Miguel’s shoulder.  

Eli sort of has a sixth sense for when his best friend is around. He thinks it’s a side effect of being attached at the hip from such a young age. It’s not for any other reason. Why else would his head perk up when Demetri walks into a room?

Usually seeing Demetri would light Eli up. As Eli catches him walking towards them, it really should be no different. Except Demetri is sort of marching towards them as if he’s on a mission–shoulders set back, a slight frown tugging at the edges of his mouth, eyebrows knitted together. And he’s clutching something in his hand. Eli squints to make it out.

It’s an envelope. A letter, for that matter, nearly identical to the one in Miguel tugged out of his backpack. 

It’s a letter that Eli swore would never see the existence of a world outside of his bedroom. It’s a letter that certainly should not be in Demetri’s hand. 

Shit. 

Eli has been programmed to strike first and to strike hard. In karate or in any fight, that’s easy. But, right now, when given the option of fight or flight, it seems his body still reacts to its natural instinct to get the hell out of there when facing danger. Running from bullies was his everyday experience when he started high school. So, as his panic bubbles up inside of him, there isn’t much of a cognitive decision involved. 

So again, to clarify, Eli doesn’t run from a fight. But he does run from this. 

The sound of the bell rattles out in the hallways like a saving grace. And, without another word to Miguel, Eli bolts in the opposite direction of Demetri. 

“Hawk, wha- Hawk!” Miguel shouts after him.

[the-real-dev]

victor vale when I catch you... I need him to get beaten up and covered in blood 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

alts and design notes under the cut!

a version with my design notes and a plain black version to see the colors better ^_^

design notes:

LOCKLAND -

Normal guy. He's blonde here cause there is no way Victor would have white hair during the start 😭

I was considering giving him glasses but then it didn't look like him tbh

I gave him the stupid ahoge I really don't know why

VICIOUS -

Paler because of his first "death" and because of. his current lifestyle (on the run)

White streaks instead of full white, either from "death" or from stress

Electricity / Lightning scars from "death", just because I thought it would look cool

Slightly longer hair, since I don't think he'd be that bothered to cut it

Desaturated eyes, no real reason for this it just makes him look more emo

Eyebags (obviously)

VENGEFUL -

Even paler, because of his second "death" (+ the multiple others) and resurrection— I hc that Sydney's powers have a lot more side effects

Full white at this point

Scars from the Falcon Price fight (was contemplating adding more)

His hair's gotten so long because he's got bigger problems than his hair length (also because I'm very weak for long haired men . 😙)

Even more electricity / lightning scars, from his multiple "deaths"

His eyes are gray atp

Different expression to show he's in pain ☝️ no longer nonchalant

Even more eyebags because why not ^_^

Anyway. Eli designs (and maybe Sydney?) coming soon 🙏

[internetskiff]

Think i've seen some posts wondering as to why Barney's (and most other ex-black mesa employees') reactions are somewhat nonchalant when Gordon finally pops up, but I think it's important to note that this is a world where the Combine repeatedly shuffles people from country to country several times a year, possibly as an attempt to prevent an organized resistance from ever forming. And all things considered, it's a wonder a resistance movement did form. It'd require either all members eventually getting transferred to City 17 and going off the radar, or the more likely option - some of them had to make the trek toward the city by themselves (which, iirc, is exactly what happened with Kleiner, with Eli losing his leg to a bullsquid while assisting him). I'd imagine because of that, new Black Mesa survivors popping up in order to join the movement has become common enough that it's not that big a surprise anymore. Also I think the last thing the person who's gone through the most hellish experience out of all of the Black Mesa survivors would want is for everyone to immediately start freaking the fuck out at the moment of their arrival. Idk. I think all of them silently agreeing to give Gordon a warm and calm welcome makes a lot of sense. This just gave me the mental image of Barney taking off his mask and immediately breaking down crying instead of talking about the beer and nevermind that would've been GOLD it wouild've been so fucking funny

[tinky-dinky]

Just remembered something about NCIS that is very disturbing.

One of the main characters is an Israeli who often talks very fondly of Israel, which isn’t bad on its own, but factor in that she’s a Mossad agent whose father explicitly hates Palestinians…yeah. Ziva is almost certainly a Zionist and probably at least helped commit some crimes against humanity.

But that’s not what I’m talking about as being very disturbing. No, that would be Ziva’s half brother, Ari Haswari. Their father, Eli David, the head of Mossad, deliberately conceived Ari with a Palestinian woman so he could be a mole within Hamas. It seems very unlikely to me that a Palestinian woman would consent to having sex with the head of Mossad, so…yeah, nonchalant implication of the rape of a Palestinian woman. Fantastic start.

Oh, it gets worse. See, one of Eli David’s children is a good person who just wants to help people with NCIS and the other is an evil nasty terrorist who just wants to hurt people. Guess which one the half Palestinian Hamas mole is.

…yep. It’s what you’re thinking. They wrote that the Mossad agent is the good nice one and the half Palestinian one is the evil terrorist one.

Now, this plotline is from 2004/2005, and I don’t know what the general knowledge level of the Israeli colonisation and oppression of Palestinians was then, but the Ziva extols the virtues of Israel and is a good nice Mossad agent storyline continued until 2013. And they’ve just announced a spin off featuring her and Tony, because making a show where the main character is a proud Israeli Mossad agent is such a great idea right now.

Of course, we’re talking about NCIS here. This show and its spin off NCIS LA love a good Muslim terrorist cell plot. Ugh.

[oceangirl24]

Saudade Sneak Peek

Getting this next chapter out is taking way longer than anticipated, so here's a sneak peek of the abbreviated flashback from the beginning of the chapter.

Between the Scenes: "I Never Sang for My Legal Guardian".

“Well, something like that will change your life forever, man.”

Eli was on his way out as Shawn was on his way into the apartment. The words stirred up a hope he’d been trying to bury since Jon’s hearing. Any life changing event had to be related to going to get Audrey in New York. Jon was going to take his advice after all!

He tried to keep his tone as nonchalant as possible as he hung up his leather jacket. He glanced around Eli at Jon who was in kitchen cooking.  “What’ll change your life forever?”

Eli gave him a tight smile and nothing else. “See you guys later,” he said quickly exiting the apartment while avoiding Shawn’s eyes.

Jon didn’t look overly happy to see him. “Hey Shawn, I thought you were gonna eat dinner over at the Matthews.”

The look on Jon’s face told him that whatever Eli was referring to, it wasn’t Audrey. He tried not to jump to conclusions about what life-changing event Jon was considering without her. He swallowed back the negative feelings that lurked beneath the surface, tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear and shrugged.

“Yeah, I was but ,uh, I’m tired. I wanted to turn in early.”

Trying to distract himself from the conclusions that were screaming at him to jump to, Shawn glanced down at Jon’s attempt at dinner which had all been lack-luster since Audrey’s departure.

“Chicken A L’Tang.” He tried not to grimace at the dish he once thought was a high-class meal when he first moved in. “What’s the special occasion?”

“I gotta date.” Jon’s smile glitched for a moment as he tried not to grimace at both the meal and the reason for it. “But hey, you know, I can easily stretch it three ways.”

They stared at each other for a moment as uncomfortable silence built up around them.

They hadn’t talked about her since their last blowup about going to the City in the summer to get her.  They had been too busy struggling to get along and live together. Shawn resented everything about the situation, but he resented Jon’s attitude and refusal to try to make their family work most.

Jon tried to pretend everything was normal and that Audrey never happened, which only infuriated him more.

Shawn resented that he was dating again.

So strong was his resentment that he was ready to go back to Chet and he made sure Jon knew it every chance he got. So he flipped through the mail as though he didn’t care what Jon did and held up a handful of letters.

“Hey,” his faux smile was much better than Jon’s, “I finally got another letter from my dad.” There was an ever so slight emphasis on “my dad”. He didn’t so much so much as look at Jon as he said this. Shawn held the envelope close, scrutinizing the address.

A silent “you’re not my dad” hung in the air between them.

Jon faltered for a moment, then recovered enough to ask casually, “Where is he now?”

“He’s still at that truck stop in Redding.”

A cold bitterness settled over Shawn as he stared at the letter. Disgusted, he tossed the letter in the trash.

“What’d you do that for?” Jon stared at him dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand the teen anymore. All day every day he had to hear about Chet and how much Shawn wanted to be with him. Every day he watched Shawn excitedly get the mail then make excuses for why Chet hadn’t written yet.

Now the letter was finally here, and it went straight into the trash.

“It’s fifty miles from here, Jon. I mean the least he could do is come visit me.”

Shawn struggled to keep a straight face. He was angry and hurt by both Chet and Jon and he didn’t know what to do.

Jon walked away from building a real family with him and refused to even try to make it work.

Chet walked away from him and refused to even say “hey, kid. How ya doin’?”.

Shawn wanted to hate them both, but all he could feel was the familiar numbness of rejection.

Jon saw the look and felt horrible. His conversation with Eli came back to him and although he didn’t have quite everything in place he knew Shawn needed some hope even if it wasn’t quite in the form he wanted.

But doing what Audrey wanted him to do with Shawn was a start.

Right?

“Hey, you know, Shawn, I spoke to an attorney today,” he said a little too cheerfully as he walked around the kitchen counter to close the distance between them. “A couple of signatures and I'm your legal guardian.”

Shawn’s eyes narrowed slightly.

An attorney? Not their family attorney Jon had been working with for the past few months?

“I thought you did that months ago,” he said in accusatory tone.

He knew Jon hadn’t. That was what the cancelled big celebration at Chubbie’s had been for. But if Jon wanted to play a game where Audrey didn’t exist, he could beat him easily at it.

The remark caused Jon to falter. Months ago, before Audrey’s involvement, Chet had sent him the guardianships papers. Once Audrey became a part of their lives, that solo signing was put on hold.

Shawn knew that, so why was he acting like he didn’t? Then he realized they were playing the game again, the one they played since Audrey left. And apparently the game was now continual.

“Well, I got the forms.” Jon couldn’t look the teen in the eyes. “I just never got around to fillin’ them out.”

Another lie to rewrite the past year.

Shawn hated it. He hated this game, and he was beginning to hate his opponent.

"’Got around to fillin’ them out’?” Frustration and defiance flared in his eyes. “I'm so sorry my life didn't fit into your busy schedule.”

Busy schedule- that wasn’t a lie exactly. Jon just wasn’t the only guilty party.

 After the hearing they intentionally became too busy for each other. Both were out of the apartment whenever possible. Sometimes Shawn told Jon he was going with a random girl and not wait up. In reality, he sat for hours on the roof staring at the stars cursing everything and everyone who had wronged him in any way or crying out for forgiveness, making bargains with Whoever was listening if only his family- the one with Jon and Audrey- would be put back together.

Sometimes Jon told him that he was going out on a date with some random woman and not to wait up before sending him to Cory’s. In reality, he rode through the city aimless drifting through the night trying to get away from the emptiness that plagued him.

One time, they met each other on the roof.

Jon stared at him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He hated this game. He hated that he started it and didn’t know how to end it once and for all.

When he tried to stop it, Shawn had one condition for a ceasefire and that was that they go get Audrey as soon as school was over. This forced him to once again explain why that was impossible.

Then the shouting and arguing started.

And the game started over.

“Whoa, whoa, Shawn!” He tried to communicate how hard this was for him, how lost he was, without saying it hoping the teen would catch on. “Hey, cut me some slack. I'm just tryin’ to do the right thing.”

The temptation to snark rudely back and call Jon a liar was strong, but it instantly dissipated when he saw the pleading look in Jon’s eyes.

Mr. Matthews words about Jon losing the love of his life and fear of losing him came back to him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know you are.” He turned aways to get his jacket and head out feeling guilty about his attitude when he remembered why he was leaving again.

Jon had a date coming over.

He wanted an empty apartment.

There could only be one reason for that: he wanted his date to sleep over.

In the same apartment Audrey used to sleep over with them.

Tears sprang up in his eyes, but he put them out with the fire of anger. Then he turned and pointed his finger at Jon with fake smile and condescending tone, “Hey, enjoy your date.”

Then he grabbed his jacket and left. Jon said nothing. He just let him go.

Shawn stood outside the apartment, feeling the maelstrom of fear and guilt churning in his gut.

In their previous life, he never would have made it out of door if he had spoken to Jon like that. His butt would have been parked in his room for a couple of weeks if he did storm out like he just had.

But in their previous life, the conversation wouldn’t have happened. Jon’s date would have been Audrey, and he would not have offered to stretch dinner three-ways.

It would have been prepared that way.

And it would have been chicken Á L’Orange, not Á L’Tang.

But that life was over.

Jon was bringing a date over for the night.

That his teacher could so easily forget the woman he planned on marrying in favor of a one-night stand turned guilt into bitterness.

Shawn felt no remorse for the misery he was putting Jon through.

He deserved every bit of it and more.

[guts-8156]

I forgot to put this in my last post but my O.C Lia( short for Amelia) and W.B would get along really well. She also has some childhood trauma (her mom abandoned her and her dad when she was about a year old) also she has vertigo( white skin with brown patches) which may have contributed to her mom abandoning her and her father. But as soon as Eli introduces her to W.B she instantly dubs him Big Bro. And no one can take that away from her. Meanwhile the rest of the gang are like ‘Oh great another one’

Sorry if this is long one, but I wanted to share this with you.

Yippee! Abandonment trauma kid group! (And I don't care it's a long one. Talk your heart out, pal :) That's what this series is about)

Jokes aside, I think that that would be really sweet if W.B. just suddenly met Eli, and then after that, he just began making more friends around his age that he can relate to. And the others' reactions would be somewhat like this:

Drag seems nonchalant or unfazed by it, but if you look closer when the three hang out, you can see a small tug at the corner of his mouth.

Similar to Minotaur, who seems annoyed about it, but like with Eli, he just allows it. Though he may be a bit busy with a 'little catch up' with Stocker...

Minotaur is also slightly confused about how W.B. gets dubbed 'Big Bro' since his age (which, as I mentioned, only Minotaur knows how young W.B. actually is, but he is over ten) and his personality and demeanour in general.

Slasher is just extremely confused as well as annoyed by the situation. He finds W.B. to be a dimwit, so two people similar to him and with him, is somewhat a nightmare. And he's confused on why the hell Minotaur, their ruthless gang leader, would allow W.B. to be friends with not one but TWO outsiders. Especially when one of them's the literally Eli SHANE. So he's pretty salty about the situation.

But Moulton, he's actually kinda amused by it. W.B. I guess you could say, is like a little cousin to him. So when there's THREE, it's gonna be an interesting time. And he's also kinda happy W.B.'s getting some socialisation with people from outside the gang, so that makes him feel good for W.B., but he's also just as confused as Slasher as to why it was aloud.

And your oc sounds interesting.

Thanks again for asking and being interested in my OCs. Hope you have more questions in the future :)

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 3.9: Baby Billy is Bi, Peter Plots Revenge, and Kelvin and Keefe Cuddle.

 Episode 3.9 seems rushed -- it could easily be three hours long.  The marital-problem and sibling-problem plots have been resolved, but we still have Uncle Peter, The Simkins, Dusty Daniels, and Bible Bonkers, and the writers have to find some way to tie them all together!

Baby Billy is Bi:  Still trying to sell the siblings on his Bible Bonkers game show, Baby Billy (Walton Goggins, top photo), reveals he is friends with Dusty Daniels, the racing champ.  We cut to a scene of the two, plus famous actor Gene Hackman  (played by Kevin Murray) in Monte Carlo on New Years' Eve, 1999.  They're awaiting the Y2K bug, hugging, dancing, and dropping acid as if it's the end of the world.  

We cut to a bisexual after-party, with Dusty, Baby Billy, and Gene Hackman having sex, maybe with men, maybe with women.

"Wait, " Jesse asks, "Did did you have sex with Dusty Daniels?"

"I doubt it,  but you never know...that's not the important part of the story."  The important part: he can talk Dusty Daniels into leaving his fortune to whoever wins at Bible Bonkers, the Gemstones or the Simpkins. 

So Kelvin came out to the family yesterday after years anguish, angst, self-doubt, backing-and-forthing, and annoyed viewers, and he still hasn't said the word.  Now Baby Billy comes out as bi with utter nonchalance.  Why couldn't he have said something to his nephew during Cousins' Night, or back in Season 1?

El Molino: We cut to a locust splatting on a windshield.  It's Uncle Peter and Chuck, driving the U-Haul full of explosives.  Peter has finally come up with a plan,  He doesn't specify what it is, but since it involves the Gemstones and explosives, it's not hard to figure out.  They're nearly out of gas, and the militia took all of their money, so they stop at El Molino, a real Hispanic supermarket with two locations in Charleston, to use the cash-counting machine.  

While Peter is inside, the U-Haul explodes!  He thinks that Chuck has been killed.

Out to the Family: The family gathers in Eli's parlor to watch a tv news report about Chuck's death.

Wait --when did the siblings stop hating their father?  Was a reconciliation moment cut?

 Notice that the guys are sitting on the right side of the room.  In four shots, Keefe moves from sitting a few inches away to leaning against the chair, his shoulder touching or almost touching Kelvin's thigh. They are so close that Kelvin can't move his hand or foot without bumping into him.

  They used to be very careful to avoid public displays of affection, holding hands under the table and forehead-pressing instead of kissing.  Now they casually cuddle in front of everyone, even family members who did not see the kiss.

They discuss the Bible Bonkers Family Feud-style game show.  The siblings will compete, but they need two more.  They were going to ask Chuck, a big Bible nerd, but he's dead, so it will have to be Karl and May-May.  

More Bible Bonkers after the break

Of all the gas stations in South Carolina:  Homeless, friendless, abandoned by his family, Peter sits outside a convenience store.  He prays: "I am in my darkest hour.  I am but a lost sheep in need of a shepherd.  Please give me a sign."

At that moment, Keefe pulls up in the Smut Busters van.  He's using that van for everyday chores?  Surely he and Kelvin have a dozen cars.  

He's listening to the song "Holy Lightning Rod" by Blesst, a Christian metal band (created for this episode?).  In Season 1, he considered metal music Satanic. He's come to realize that you don't need to give up things that you love to be a Christian, like heavy metal, Goth/Fetish outfits, and sex with guys.

Did God send him as the sign, to bring Peter back to Christ?  If so, it doesn't work -- they don't recognize each other.  (After all, they have only seen each other once).  So no soul-winning for Keefe.  But Peter does steal the Smut Busters van.

God saved you:  In the wilderness church, Karl and May-May mourn Chuck's death, clear off brush, and pray -- then she crosses herself   Surely somebody on the staff knew that only Catholics use that gesture.   Suddenly Chuck walks in!  He's alive!

Cut to the family back in Eli's parlor.  This time it's just Eli, the siblings, and the Montgomerys. Chuck explains that he made sure the parking lot was empty, then set off the explosion and ran away, so his Dad would think he was dead and he could escape.  

It still caused a lot of property damage, and no doubt terrorized the shoppers, who thought they were being targeted by a hate crime.  On August 3, 2019, a gunman opened fire in a Hispanic Wal-Mart in El Paso, Texas, killing 23 people and injuring 22. Surely the writers were thinking of that incident when they specified a Hispanic supermarket.

"Why were you super-mean to us, while we were in captivity?"  Chuck doesn't explain, but he avers that he didn't actually want them to die. Then why were you shooting at them?  Besides, he blew up the van to save them.  Doesn't that make up for the kidnapping?  I thought you blew up the van to save yourself.

So, about Bible Bonkers?  Chuck is a Bible expert, so May-May can drop out. The team will consist of Jesse, Judy, Kelvin, Chuck, and Karl.

Later, at the amusement park, Chuck tries to apologize to Jesse. They bond over having Daddies who are embarrassed by them.

The Bible Bonkers Filming:   Apparently several weeks have passed. The Bible Bonkers set is finished, and they're going to film the first episode.  Isn't it a conflict of interest for the Gimstones to sponsor the show and compete in it?  But I guess they'll be donating the prize money to the church.

In the dressing room, Billy offers to give the sibling  the answers to the quiz questions.  Apparently once a grifter, always a grifter.  They refuse.  He claims that their parents were so neglectful, he practically had to raise them. 

As Gideon drives Eli and May-May to the filming, they see Peter in the stolen Smut Busters van.  He's up to no good!  Follow him! Why didn't Keefe report the van missing?

On set, the band starts to play and the dancers twirl about. Showtime! Baby Billy does a cheesy stand-up bit, then introduces the Gemstones vs. the Simpkins. 

Notice Kelvin's textured single-breasted green coat, "The Attico" from Farfetch, "The global destination for modern luxury."   It will become important later.

 The Simpkins team includes siblings Vance, Shay, and Craig, not seen since Episode 1, plus two young Asian girls.  Apparently they are ringers: there is no indication that any of the siblings has a partner or children.  Compare with the Gemstones, who, for all their faults, have devoted partners. 

Baby Bill asks easy fill-in-the-blank style Bible questions to Jesse-Vance and Judy-Shay.  The Gemstones lose.  

Now it's Kelvin-Craig's turn.  First Kelvin does a self-aggrandizing coat-swirling dance. Keefe, watching from the VIP section with the other partners, responds with a  weird robot thing.  It looks like he's following along with the move they practiced.  

Meanwhile, Gideon, May-May, and Eli follow Peter to the Salvation Center.   Couldn't they have called the police from the car?  Don't these people have cell phones?  He drives to the loading dock, on a day when there are no services, so he probably expects the church to be empty. 

When the Gemstones confront him,  he announces that he has filled the Smut Busters van with explosives, triggered by his fitbit watch.  Wait-- where did he get a second batch?

 May -May yells that both his sons are inside.  Chuck is alive after all.  At this point, Peter would probably give up the plan, but he is interrupted by......

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[anyalovesu]

we're not saints at all.

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“I don’t understand what you want from me, Alistair,” Jas sneered at him as she took a step away from him. She was glad he did not push it and he remained standing from where he was. Jas came up from the basement studio for some fresh air, being inside there for most of her remaining day eventually got her head stuffy that she had to get up for a while. They were practicing all day, after all. Elijah and Gwen came up with her, leaving the men downstairs to yap about whatever. 

“I am asking you for another chance,” he sighed. He wasn’t threatening, like Eli described Isaac was a while ago. Alistair was… just there. “Is it really that hard to give? Hindi ka naman mamahalin ni Park in the way you want him to.”

“You think saying all that will magically make me consider giving you another chance?” Jas spat, turning harshly, arms crossed against her chest, afraid that it might move in ways that she did not want to if she did not restrain herself. “I knew you were one narcissistic fuck, Ali, but I never saw you as someone this low.”

“Bakit mali ba ako?” Alistair scoffed, rubbing his temple in frustration. “Tobias Park is using you for your body and you’re just letting him? Does he even love you? It really seems like I’m only one looking out for how you feel!”

“I shouldn’t matter to you!” her voice raised, full of anger that she didn’t care if Gwen and Eli heard her from the inside of Eli’s house. “You didn’t seem to give a flying fuck about how I felt when you disappeared out of no where! You didn’t seem to give a fuck when you decided to just move to LA without even warming me up to the idea of it! You broke up with me out of nowhere and told me you were migrating! Inisip mo ba ang mararamdaman ko noon, Alistair?”

Alistair, once again, just stood there dumbfounded as he watched Jacynthe explode on him. “Sige nga? Why does it matter to you so much about how I feel? Tobi has made me feel more important than you ever did when you promised me friendship while you were on the other side of the fucking world!”

“So did friendship mean casually having sex with your friends, now–”

“You’re going overboard, Kuya,” Eli barked at him, yanking his arm angrily, tugging him inside of the kitchen connecting the backyard to the rest of the house.

“Hey,” Gwen hummed, pulling Jas for a hug as she held back tears. “I don’t want to apologize for what my brother did. It’s not my apology to make.”

“You don’t need to consider him in anything you decide to do,” Gwen continued, holding Jas’ shaking figure when she finally broke into tears. “I will talk to him, alright?”

Before they could even hide the aftermath Tobias was already standing by the kitchen door, looking at the both of them. Jas couldn’t quite paint the expression plastered on his face—did he feel bad? Is he pitying her? Did he do something he shouldn’t? Is he considering leaving her? Whatever it was, it scared Jas, to the point that she hurriedly wiped the tears on her face and tried with all her might to pretend that what just happened did not affect her at all—except that it did, and it was already too late to just hide behind a lie.

“Sinaktan ka ba?” He asked, as he walked towards her and Gwen. Gwen quickly excused himself and left it to Tobi to comfort her. 

Jas shook her head, still reading the expression on his face. He was stoic as ever. They were the OA and nonchalant duo after all. It was at these moments where she wished that Tobi was easy to read—that she could just read him like the back of her hand like how it is for her and her friends. But Tobi always had this resting bitch face expression on his face that always made it hard to determine how he felt.

“That’s good,” he hummed, pulling her into a hug, holding her tight. It was only then did Jas realize that she was holding her breath and that first inhale, laced with his Dior Sauvage perfume that she recalls they bought together when they went shopping for Bianca’s gift, never failed to remind her how thankful she was that she could still breathe. “Gusto mo na umuwi?”

Jas glanced inside the house from the kitchen window, she could hear the faint sound of Eli reprimanding Alistair for what he had just done. Actually, reprimand would be an understatement. Elijah was furious, she was shouting at him and Leon was trying to pull her away from the situation. Elijah has been through a lot today, Jas takes a mental note to apologize for adding up to it. 

She then looked back at Tobi and nodded. She didn’t have the face to present to her friends and Tobi’s friends after causing a scene. She thought that was enough shame for the day—going back there would only make her feel more embarrassed that she even talked to Alistair in the first place when she fully knew that she shouldn’t have.

“Okay, here are my keys,” Tobi told her calmly, unclipping his car keys from his belt loop and handing it to her. “Ako na ang kukuha ng gamit mo sa studio. Antayin mo nalang ako.”

“Kailangan ko pa magsabi kay Eli na aalis na ako–”

“I’ll have Eli come with me kapag lumabas ako,” he hummed, before pressing a kiss on her forehead. “Is that okay with you?” 

Jas nodded before Tobi smiled at her softly, pressing a soft kiss on her lips to which, though it was short and sweet, she still managed to kiss back. “Okay,” he says. “Wait for me in the car.”

She did what he told her to do, there was nothing else to do after all. She was too ashamed to go back in there to collect her stuff, it’s a good thing that Tobi offered to get it for her because it would’ve raised hell for her to go within a 2 feet radius from Alistair after their encounter earlier. 

Tobi tried to avoid eye contact with anyone but Eli and Leon by the time he was back inside the house. He knew he had to get their stuff as soon as he could to keep Jas from waiting in the car for too long.

“Jas wants to go home,” he mumbled to Eli, showing her Jas’s mini Louis Vuitton bag. “She wants to talk to you though bago umalis.”

Elijah nodded understandingly. She couldn’t blame her after all. Being faced with confrontation all of a sudden was overwhelming—she had first hand experience of that just a few hours earlier. 

Jacynthe, on the other hand, sat in the passenger seat of Tobi’s Aston Martin, rehearsing her apology for Elijah. She wasn’t one to be nervous around Eli but after everything that happened, sitting there in silence while she waited for Tobi to come made her antsy. She knew Eli has been going through a lot—a lot more than she is. It was rude to cause a scene like that and add more to her stress. The wedding is coming up, she can't be one more problem to deal with. 

“Honey?” Eli’s soft voice muffled through the closed windows. Jas immediately unlocked and pushed the door open. Elijah immediately pulled her into a hug before she could even start her apology. “I’m sorry about Kuya Ali. I didn’t think he’s still going to bother you! I already told him to stay away from you!”

“It’s… It’s my fault,” she mumbled against Eli’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Kasalanan ko naman—”

“No, honey!” She argued. “Kuya Ali is just a little shit. Magpahinga ka na, okay?” 

Jas nodded before Eli turned to Tobi who was still standing behind her with Jas’ bag. “Kuya, sa bahay n’ya okay? Magpapahinga!”

Tobi laughed at her innuendo, which made her hit his arm harshly. “Seryoso ako! Baka gumawa pa kayo ng milagro, ay nako! Done for the day na kayong dalawa narinig ko kayo kanina noong lumabas ako ng studio!”

“Sabi kasi sa’yo!” Jas whined, stomping over to Tobi to pinch his side. 

“Bakit ako? Ikaw ang maingay tapos ako ang sinisisi mo!” Tobi cackled, pulling Jas into a hug.

From everyone watching inside the house, Amir and Leon mostly, it wasn’t hard to see how in love Tobi looked whenever he looked at Jas. It wasn’t hard to tell—Tobi never looked at anyone that softly, eyes literally turning into hearts whenever he looks at her. It’s the same look they see themselves having whenever they look at their respective partners. It would be a big fat lie to say that isn’t love.

—

“Can we drive for a bit more?” Jas hummed, playing with Tobi’s calloused fingertips while the other held on the steering wheel. “I’ll pay for your gas. Let’s just not go home muna.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, tracing the sides of Tobi’s hand. “Hindi pa ako ready umuwi.”

A lot of things bothered her. From ignoring her dad constantly to being one of Eli’s headaches today—she hasn’t been a good daughter or a good friend—not even a good person probably. The thought of it only diminished her worth to be loved—because if she isn’t good, what is there to love?

“What’s bothering you, pretty?” he hummed, keeping his eyes on the street lights lit as he turned to change routes. Normally that would’ve scared Jas, luckily she’s never had to be in that kind of sticky situation but threats did come along once in her life. This is why she always preferred to drive herself to places—well, until Tobi. 

“Nothing,” she replied quietly, focusing on fiddling with his hand. “Ayoko palang umuwi.”

“Then something is bothering you,” he chuckled. “Sabihin mo na.”

“I don’t feel like a good person,” she replied so quietly it came out as a whisper. 

“Only a good person would worry about not being a good person, Jas,” he replied curtly. “Besides, what’s the point of pretending we’re all nice? We’re not saints at all, anyway. May mga tao at may mga tao na hindi maganda ang tingin sa atin. Someone is always going to favor someone else over us. Someone is always going to wish you bad things.”

In reality, Tobi felt bad that he was preaching that to Jas when he was conflicted about it too. After living his entire life watching his brother get favored over him, he still doesn’t know how to accept it. He’s still trying to be nice, hoping that one day he’s going to wake up and his parents love him a bit more to the level of Leon’s. It was hypocritical.

“Saints don’t fuck each other in the bathroom anyway,” she sniggered bitterly. “I mean, at least I’m getting good sex, no?”

“Still want to get married sa church though,” she mumbled as they passed by one. “Kung ikakasal nga ako.”

“I’ll marry you there then,” Tobi chuckled, interlacing his hand with hers before giving it a light squeeze. “When you’re single and thirty.”

“Don’t keep my hopes up,” she chuckled, sandwiching his hand between the both of hers when she realized that his hand was cold. His hand was always cold for the record, but the airconditioning of his car made it even colder, she thought it was concerning. He could be anemic, she thought.

“Hindi nga!” Tobi laughed at her. “I agreed to it. Gagawin na’tin ‘yon kapag wala ka pang relationship by 30.”

Jas could only smile. Maybe it’s not too bad to be delusional every once and a while and believe him. So, she did.

“Pasaan tayo?”

“Intramuros,” he replied shortly. 

“‘Di pa ba sarado?” Jas asked curiously, glancing at the time display on the dashboard screen. “It’s almost 8:30 na.”

“The Myoi’s own the night touring service, Jacynthe, calm down,” he chuckled, tugging her hand to press a soft kiss on the back of her hand as they took a turn towards the parking lot.

Tobi made some calls before he opened the door to get out. Jas was about to open the door herself but Tobi had already jogged around the car to open the door for her. The romantic gesture made her blush. She was lucky the parking space was dimly lit that Tobi didn’t notice.

Tobi reached for her hand, interlocking them. They rarely ever hold hands whenever they go out. In the car, they do. But once they’re out, there’s always been this awkward distance between them, somehow to remind everyone who can see them that they were friends and couldn’t be anything more.

Jacynthe fought the urge to think it was going to be something more. After all, it’s Tobi, one of the most strong-headed people she’s ever met. He doesn’t change his mind easily.

Tobi managed to take one of his zip-up hoodies in the trunk before handing it to Jas. He always had extra clothes in his trunk for whenever his bandmates would spontaneously drag him to the gym with them after practice. Perfect timing, he thought, because Jas would be the type of person who would rather be too cold than carry a jacket around. Admittedly, he would get annoyed whenever he had to take his jacket off and give it to her because the shops in BGC got cold, but it would be a lie to tell that he hadn’t got horny seeing her in his clothes with the amount of times they had to rush home so he could fuck the living daylights out of her while she was wearing his hoodie. He grew to like taking his jacket off for her or just bringing an extra for her even if it meant that he’d be the one carrying it around.

“Amina Myoi really built a tourism empire ano?” Jas hummed, as soon as got inside of the place. Sila lang ang tao na it-tour ngayong gabi. It was well past their working hours, but Tobi managed to pull some strings for one last tour before they closed. 

Tobi nodded. His mother's side of the family, his mom especially, was responsible for greatly expanding the empire in tourism in the country that the Myoi’s have long started. She and Soren Yang have been business partners long before he was born. After getting arranged to marry the engineer son of one of the most successful architects in the country, the empire began to expand with multiple resort and hotel projects all around the country. Balesin might have been one of their biggest projects. The acquisition and development of the island from start to end almost sent Park Group and Myoi Tours bankrupt, which back then resulted into Amina Park agreeing to arrange one of her children to one of Soren’s to ensure that Yang ENT. and Yoon Hotels will back their businesses up if they do end up in a situation.

Tobi was too young to understand what was happening back then—what kind of deals with the devil his parents were making. He just knew it was for work and he couldn’t say anything about the jobs that feed them and provide all their luxuries. He was young. Looking back at everything now, with Elysia Skyline finally being put into work in Cebu, all those deals were slowly resurfacing. Only then did he realized how fucked up everything was.

The very empire that established their family names was the very empire that put their children in a position to break.

And that was fucked up.

“I’ve never been here ng gabi,” Jas chuckled, rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

Jas was very lucky to never have been forced into anything her parents wanted. She was free to do whatever she wanted and would still have a home to go to whenever her decisions weren’t very good.

“We got lucky nandito pa si Kuya Herman,” he smiled, leaning over to kiss her temple. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, leaning her head against him shoulder. 

“Girlfriend n’yo sir?” a guy asked. Tobi chucked at him and shrugged.

“Bakit? Bagay ba kami Kuya Herman?” he asked playfully, resting his head on top of Jas’.

“Aba s’yempre sir!” Kuya Herman replied enthusiastically. “Bagay na bagay kayo! Nililigawan n’yo ba sir?”

“Ayaw nga ako ligawan, kuya!” Jas playfully replied.

“Nako sir, mauunahan ka kay madam kapag hindi mo pa niligawan!” 

“I doubt,” Tobi chuckled, placing a soft kiss on the side of her head once again.

Jas found it annoying that he was so complacent that no one will come while he’s still there. Mainly because it was true even if there’s on label on it.

She doesn’t know if it hurts or if it was annoying.

—

“Jacynthe,” Tobi called. Jas turned to see him and Kuya Herman a good 5 feet away. She found herself standing in front of the San Agustin church, just staring at the architecture in all its glory. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, jogging back to where she stood.

“Why are you calling me by my name?” she asked, blankly. She hasn’t called her by her nickname since the incident a while ago. It was evident thay above everything else, it bothered her too.

“Your name is Jacynthe,” he smiled, innocently. Well, he knew what he was doing. He was jealous, and out of irrationality, he hasn’t been calling her such because for a good moment, he was insecure. As much as he hated to admit it, Alistair got into his head. 

He ran into him when he went out just a few minutes after Jas did. He was petty. He told him things he had to convince himself he wasn’t. God. He knew all of those things already but hearing it from someone else? That he doesn’t deserve Jas?

He almost melted into the cracks of the floor he stood on as soon as he saw tears form in her eyes. 

“Are you going to leave me?” Jas asked softly, voice breaking as she avoided his gaze. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Pretty,” he sighed, realizing the effects of what he had done, moving to pull her closer.

“I’ll go home at your place tonight,” she proposed desperately, holding both of his hands to wrap around her waist. “You can have me anyway you want, Tobi. I promise I rejected him right away—”

“Hey, pretty,” he panics, removing both his hands from his waist to her face. “Hindi ako aalis,” he says firmly. “Kakasabi ko lang na pakakasalan kita dito tapos iniisip mo na iiwanan kita?”

Jas looks up at him finally, eyes welling with tears. “Nothing will make me leave you, Jas. Unless of course, you want me to.”

Jas didn’t say anything but wrapped her arms around his neck as she cried. She had already been crying for more than she should today. She really hopes the makeup artist tomorrow will find a way to hide it.

“I’ll let you rest muna, hmm? Go home muna sa White Plains tapos susunduin kita bukas pa-Aurora, okay?”

Jas nodded carefully at him. “Good girl,” Tobi replied before pressing a soft kiss on her lips. It was short and sweet… addictingly sweet, she craved for more and more but she couldn’t quite ask for it.

“Let’s go?” he hummed, hand moving to reach for her hand once again. 

Then there was quiet, deafening quiet, as they walked through the equally eerie and beautiful halls of the century old buildings.  “I wasn’t raised religious,” Tobi mumbled out of the blue. “I only ever went to ask God for anything noong inoperahan si Bianca. She was very young with a heart disease that could cost her life if she was left untreated. That time no one would take her operation because she was only days old and the risks were very high. I went and prayed to God with Leon. Dahil hindi naman nga kami tinuruan ng ganoon, hindi namin alam kung anong sinasabi namin sa loob ng chapel ng Valiente. All I knew was we were begging to God for someone to save Bianca because we were running out of time. But then your mom stepped in.”

Jas looked at him attentively. He was just speaking quietly, pretending to listen to what Kuya Herman had to say about Philippine History. Tobi had it all memorized already by the amount of times he’s been here to clear up his mind in the past few years. 

“All I knew from your mom back then was that it was her first high-risk surgery. She had only gained her license to perform surgery a few months prior, ayaw pa noon ni Mom and Dad na pumayag but Leon and I had to beg them to let her because she was our only chance to save Bia. Flying her to the States would be a higher risk. But then your mom managed to save Bianca. I began to pray a lot more after that pero parang hindi na ako pinapakinggan ng langit. At first I thought naubos nalang ang mga panalangin ko noong niligtas si Bianca, but I grew to think that maybe it was Leon that they heard and not me.”

Jas couldn’t help but squeeze his hand. Tobi never opened up about his feelings. He’d occasionally talk about how things happened in his life, childhood memories and the trivial things that he remembers, but he never talked about how he feels. It was a big thing that he was saying all these. It must’ve weighed heavy on him for him to finally say it.

“People always picked Leon over me. I mean maybe except Amir but we’ve been friends long before Leon was born. Leon was everyone’s golden boy, I’m pretty sure the world would kneel before him if he asked and that’s never going to happen for me. Noong nakita kita na kausap si Ali kanina, handa na akong kausapin mo ako at sabahin sa akin na babalikan mo na s’ya but it only broke me when I saw you crying because of him.”

“You thought I was going to leave you?”

Tobi nodded. Jas’ heart dropped to the floor at the confession.

“I don’t have nice things given to me often,” he hummed. “I thought the only good person that I managed to hold was going to be taken away from me.”

Eli was a sight to see on stage. Jas has never seen her smile like that before, you really do glow like nothing else when you’re doing something you love with the knowledge that someone loves you above anything else, right? Hearing Leon confess his love for Eli was an entire level of disgustingly sweet but it’s rotting deep inside of her because she knew she wasn’t going to be loved like that by his brother. 

Better to love than not love at all. 

Why can’t Tobi just hang on to that? Why can’t he just give all of himself for once? Why can’t he love someone the way he loves music? 

At the end of the day, maybe she’s just not that worth trying for. 

She loves Ellie. Don’t get her wrong. She loves Eli like her own blood sister. She and Bella somehow fit perfectly into that little sister figure that she always imagined to have and the two of them were never hesitant to accept those positions. Life was better with them, Jas knows it. 

But she couldn’t help but be jealous. She spent her entire life craving and chasing after love and she still doesn’t have it while Ellie has love chasing every strand of her hair. Love just naturally grows with her no matter how afraid of it she is. She’s always proud that Ellie eventually learned how to accept and understand love. But damn. When is it going to be her turn?

“I’m sure kilala n’yo kung sino ang sunod naming alas,” Kyle announced, laughing as he glanced towards me and Leon. “Dahil wala si Leon, syempre babawi kami sa inyo. Kilala n’yo si Honey?”

The crowd roared as soon as Kyle mentioned her nickname. Tobi could not help but smile as soon as his eye caught the mop of red hair from the side of the stage. His heart raced a bit, it would be a shame to not admit. She was beautiful. She was stunning. She always glowed differently under the stage lights; almost as if she belonged there—like she was meant to be there. He didn’t quite understand why she stayed behind production and rarely went on stage when she had an amazing voice and an impecable stage presence. His pretty can devour anyone in stage if she wanted to. 

“Ay nakapasweet naman,” Ellie teased.

“The woman who is currently producing half of the songs in our next album, I present to you, Jacynthe Clair Huh!” Kyle jumped excitedly.

“Good luck, Jassy,” Leon cheered her on before she entered on her cue. She stood before a bedazzled white microphone on the stand, something the boys gave her as a gift after their last album that she helped with did very well.

“Hello, ako po si Jas,” she smiled. The crowd went wild on her fingertips. “Hindi po ako girlfriend ng kahit na sino kaya wala akong iyayabang sa inyo gaya ni Eli but I did write a couple of songs for Midnight Covey, so I guess that counts for something right?”

“This is Bagong Tradisyon, sing with us if you know it,” she took off the microphone as she went up to sit from on the tall chair that was placed on stage before her set. Tobi had already switched his electric guitar for an acoustic one and Kyle’s keyboard was moved next to her chair, he was also sitting down at this point. Everyone had already left the stage for their break as they began singing. 

The song itself was inspired by the wedding of a friend that both Kyle and Jacynthe had in college. At the point where Jas was constantly getting cheated on, their friends were beginning their love story which started its new beginning just last year. And yes, it was a big fat lie that she didn’t imagine herself getting married. It was all that she longed for when she was young and growing up. She wanted to marry someone who isn't like her father. She wanted someone who will never leave her, love the good things and correct the wrong ones. At first she thought maybe it’d be Alistair—Jesus. She’s glad she didn’t end up with him. After him there were several others that in her feeble little mind, she imagined herself getting married to. Then there’s the most far fetched person she wishes she’d see at the end of the altar—Tobias Park. 

The idea of getting married, starting a new life, celebrating every holiday of the year, the birthdays, anniversaries—the idea of never being alone anymore—made her heart happy. It made her happy that someone decided they were going to swear in front of a divine entity that they are not going to leave and they will love her until the day that they cannot anymore. 

And she longed for that day to come.

Now Elijah is going to do just that. Before she does. Before anyone in their friend group does. With someone she loved all her life.

Will she ever be in that position?

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[bailesona]

she's decided to give it a week. seven days of uninterrupted normalcy. no hiccups. no chaos. no tragedy. even a shadow of suspicion, and tina's going to pack the damn bags herself. but aisling seems equally cautious here, in this strange town with the weirdly magical name and the teenagers who seem to stay the same age every single year. the house is beautiful, but the school is ( for lack of a better word ) completely batshit insane. and people keep dying from mysterious animal attacks, too.

perhaps a week is overly optimistic.

tina sits on the steps leading to the porch. eli's been running background checks and texting her every single infuriatingly vague update he has. a friendly girl with blonde hair brought over three lasagnas after seeing the number of cars and people involved. meat, vegetarian and vegan. she wouldn't go inside though; almost like she wasn't allowed, despite wanting so badly to go in. laszlo and wyll, having both remained in new york until they gave the green light, both gave the same bizarre and eerily plausible theory for that.

she's about to go back inside, the sun having dipped beneath the horizon, when she catches a glimpse of @malka-lisitsa strolling down the path. she won't feign a facade. instead, she lifts a hand in nonchalant greeting, and once she's closer, makes the first move. " you don't happen to live around here, do you? we just moved in yesterday, and i've no idea where anything is! is there a bowling alley or anything like that around here? you know, what do you do for fun? "

STARTER CALL HERE!

[butterscotch-goat]

I don't care that it's still Sunday as of posting this

I get so so rambly here and I'm really onto nothing but I need to get these thoughts out ok??? Tw for discussion of death & existentialism (just a little)

Y'all don't know but I think about Grace so much. I think about her a lot. so much. So much and it hurts really bad. The end of her ponytail is supposed to resemble a deer tail btw. She's so scared all the time man. She was so scared that she'd be forgotten because even she can barely remember the details of who Georgie was, all she has are vague memories. And OF COURSE that's just because he died when she was too young to form complete memories but that doesn't change her fear. She loved Martha so much because Martha *saw* her and LOVED her. Grace knew Eli cared about her, but he put up such a nonchalant front that when Martha came in loving her completely forwardly and not hiding her feelings from Grace, how could Grace *not* fall for her? How could she *not* believe Martha when Martha told her that her magic was a gift and was meant to be shared? The last time Grace felt this appreciated was when Georgie was still alive, so how could she *not* cling onto that affection and love like her life depended on it? Martha was able to make Grace forget, even if for a little while, about Georgie and about that debilitating fear of hers. SHE WAS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. Aouruughhhhh