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multific · 1 year

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Grown to Love You

Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Warnings: mention of smut, murder, kidnapping and obsessive behaviour

Summary: He finds you during a raid. Ivar the Boneless has to have you.

You were all alone and scared when his men found you and brought you to him. One asked if he could have you, but Ivar wanted you for himself.

He loved the fire and hatred in your eyes.

In the beginning, he kept you in his home, he could tell your masked your fear with anger as you tried many times to escape, but you always failed.

Then one day, something happened.

You were just sitting there on the floor. Not cursing at him, not throwing things. Was this your new technique to escape? A new plan perhaps? Pretending that you gave up?

"What are you looking at?" you asked as he kept staring.

"That is not how you talk to your King." but you said nothing, no snarky comeback, you didn't spit at him or kick him. You just sat there, chains around your hands as you looked at the fireplace. He moved from his bed, crawling over to you, much like how he had done before.

You slowly turned and looked at him.

"What is your new plan?"

"I have no plans. Even if I get out of here, I have no home to go back to, you burned my house." he watched your eyes, took him a moment to realize, your fire was gone. No fear, no hatred, no anger.

He won.

You gave up.

"You are mine. You have been since the moment I saw you." his hand moved to lower your dress from your shoulder and kissed your skin.

"Why didn't you touch me before then? If I'm yours?"

"I will never force myself on a woman,"

"You can't even walk."

"Which is why you will have to please me."

"And if I refuse?" a hint, a slight hint of the fire came back for a second before you let out a sigh because as you looked at him, you realized he didn't mean it, the smile on his face and the eyes told you.

"My grandmother warned me about men with blue eyes. She said she had a dream that one day, a man like that would take me and I will be lost. She said it was as if I walked into the darkness. She couldn’t see me after that." you tugged on your chains. "You haven't been as bad to me as I thought you will be. I thought you would... force me, beat me and kill me. But you fed me and kept me warm. Sure, you didn't give me a bed-"

"I told you to sleep next to me."

"How can you be sure I wouldn't kill you?"

"I have sharp senses. I am a warrior." his eyes continued to just watch your every move. "Agree to become my wife and you will have a great life."

"Wife?"

He nodded. "You will become Queen, you will become fully mine. Not my pet, but my woman. You have nothing to go back to, no one to return to."

"You killed everyone... so I'd stay with you?" he nodded. His eyes shone with something you didn't know, obsession.

"Your beauty is captivating, I was sure you are a witch. So beautiful and gentle. I saw it in your eyes. And now, you finally gave into me. I will take you as wife, marry me and you will have a life filled with love and care."

Your grandma was right, looking into his eyes, you walked right into the darkness, right into his arms.

He was obsessed and you were lost.

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Couple months had passed since you were wed to Ivar.

Living the life of a Viking, you tried your best to understand their traditions and follow their life style.

But it was challenging.

So much so, that when a man commented on it, you saw a side of Ivar you have never seen before.

"What did you say?" Both you and Hvitserk looked at Ivar and then at the man. Ivar was way too calm.

"I said, your Queen is a whore! She is not even a true Viking!" the man was drunk, and probably didn't even realize what he was saying.

One second the man was laughing, clearly not reading the room as everyone sat, frozen. The next moment the man was on the floor with an axe piercing his skull.

"Does anyone else have any comments to my wife?" no one moved, no one took a breath. Ivar started laughing.

You continued to eat.

Hvitserk shook his head before grabbing more wine.

"You defended my honour." you turned to Ivar as he sat to take of his armour.

"I have done that before, you just weren't present."

"Thank you."

"We have been married for months, you know I have deep feelings for you, of course I would defend you."

"I have never seen you so unhinged, so angry yet so calm, everyone was scared of you, I could feel their fear. Everyone was scared, while I was extremely aroused." this made Ivar look at you immediately. Now, topless, only wearing his trousers, he watched you, you shocked him. "You are incredible Ivar. You are so strong, people used to call you a cripple, now they fear your name and I truly realized that tonight. I am married to a true King, and My King, I wish for you to breed me tonight." lust filled your eyes.

Ivar swallowed, he watched you just standing there before you slowly brought your hands up to your shoulders, you moved your dress down as you turned, he didn't see your front, he saw your naked back. You moved onto the bed, watching him as you knelt on the furs.

"Please." your plea was barely audible, but it made him move.

Like a starved beast, he crawled over to you, meeting him halfway on the bed, your lips found his as his hands began to grab at your flesh.

Oh, how he loved this side of you.

You might play an innocent maiden when people were around, but truth was, when the moon was on the highest point of the sky, in the middle of the evening, Ivar could see your true side. You were possibly a siren, on top of him, moving up and down his shaft switching between slow and fast, your pace was always perfect.

His hands grabbed your flesh, everywhere he could reach, thighs, hips, or breasts.

Anything he could reach.

But you loved it the most when he sat up, meeting your lips as you still moved on top of him, his hands on your back as his lips were on yours, teeth pulling your bottom lip before moving to your neck and breasts.

Every evening, his room smelled of sex and fire.

You laying beside him, with your head on his chest, your finger making patterns on his skin as his arm was around your shoulder or hips. pulling you closer if that is possible.

Yes, he was obsessed with you, and yes you lusted for this man. He might have taken you from your home, trapped you and forced love out of you, but you were still here, swore to love him until your last breath.

"Do you think it worked?" he asked and you had a feeling what he meant.

"I believe, if your God is kind to us, then yes. We might have a child soon."

"Odin is great, I'm not sure if I can have children."

"Why wouldn't you? Your legs never stopped you from spilling your seed in me before. You worry for nothing Ivar, but even if tonight wasn't enough. I will never give up the hope of gifting you a child."

He smiled as you looked up at him, placing a kiss on his chin.

"I can see you with a daughter. She would make you chase her around the room, you would kill anyone for her, she would be perfect."

"Your imagination is quite something, My Love."

"I can also see you with a son. Teaching him your strategies, how to fight and survive, how to be a warrior. Only one child?" you asked.

"As many as you would give me." he replied.

"A lot of children. I would like that, it would mean when you leave for raids, I wouldn't be lonely." He looked into your eyes, seeing his blues as you smiled. You always spoke of such futures, he felt he wasn't good enough to be in them.

Having a lot of children with you was something he didn't even dare to dream about, and yet here you were. Your eyes shining with love and affection as you spoke of possible children with him.

"I love you." he whispered as you felt his palm on your back, pulling you in for a kiss.

"I love you too, My King." You kissed him on the lips, running your hand through his hair as you soon fell asleep with him.

You woke not long after, you were incredibly thirsty so as quietly as you could, you made your way to get some water. You put on a short gown, which you often slept in.

On your way back to the bed you saw possibly the most amazing view. Nothing could compare.

A naked Ivar, surrounded by furs as the fire made his skin glow.

His features relaxed as he slept on his back, one arm next to his head, the other laid out, waiting for your return.

Your eyes roamed his chest, running over his tattoos and muscles before you moved your eyes further down, although his cock, which always gave you great pleasure, was hidden under the furs, and your eyes longed on the visible bump before moving back up, the fur was dangerously low, making you thirsty for something other than water.

Ivar was a work of art. You were convinced he didn't even realize how tempting he was.

He moved ever so slightly in his sleep. AS if his subconscious was looked for you, his arm twitched, begging for you to return.

And you did. You moved back on the bed, right where you left from.

Oh, how you wished his seed took, gifting him a child would make you the happiest. You know you had to dissolve every doubt in his mind, but you were ready for the challenge.

You went back to sleep as his arm moved back to your waist. Slightly pulling you close as he let out a long sigh.

You drifted back to sleep.

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beomgyw · 2 months

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THE BOY IN THE DARK

you chose to say home

if you're new here, go back to the beginning !!

after saying goodnight to huening kai, who left the room stumbling around in a pretty hilarious state of tipsiness, you do your best to tidy up the mess you both left behind. but let's face it, grandma's got this uncanny ability to sniff out chaos no matter how well you try to hide it. with a shrug, you figure you'd deal with the inevitable scolding when the time came and finally head up to your room.

you're itching for a shower—it's the perfect remedy to shake off that lingering smell of travel and feel fresh and clean before going to sleep. it isn't all that late, and lucky for you, your room had its own bathroom. so, you decide to treat yourself to a late-night shower without worrying about waking anyone else up.

before cranking up the water, you do a quick sound check, making sure your playlist won't blast through the house. thankfully, the coast is clear, and you can shower to your heart's content with some music. as you shower, you don't hear a thing coming from any other part of the house... but the door bell rings without you noticing it. six times.

done with the shower and back in your room, you finally get comfy and snuggle up in bed. but then it hits you – you have those cigarettes tucked away in your bag. you hadn't planned on smoking inside the house, not really sure about which the consequences would be grandma-scolding-wise, but with everyone knocked out and your room leading to a balcony, why not?

so, you grab your smokes and throw on a hoodie, sneaking out onto the balcony for some alone time. you're glad to discover that, unlike in seoul, the stars are perfectly visible here.

however, as you're about to light up your cigarette, something suddenly whizzes past your face, making you jump. you flinch, thinking it could be a bird or some disoriented bat. but then, another object grazes your cheekbone, and when you look down, there's a pebble chilling on the ground. weird.

you're just about to lean over the balcony to see what's going on when you hear a voice, a bit desperate sounding, saying, "huening-ah, come on! i never ask for anything!"

and from the content of the message, it could've been yunjin. but the voice was male.

your curiosity all fired up, you lean in, trying to catch every word as the voice shifts from a whisper-yell to a full-on shout. "huening, i know you're awake! fucking quit ignoring me!" more pebbles come flying, this time with better aim, landing near huening's room, which just happens to be adjacent to yours.

then, a frustrated "screw it" is followed by rustling in the nearby tree branches. your eyes go wide as you see a hand emerge from the foliage, gripping the fence of kai's balcony. slowly, a figure emerges—a boy, his features all shadowed by the night. you squint, trying to see better, but all you can make out is his silhouette against the moonlit sky.

"are you trying to rob us?" you blurt out.

in the darkness, you get to distinguish his eyes going wide in surprise as he meets your gaze. all from the shock, he slips and disappears back into the foliage. you hear the unfortunate thud of his fall and his pained groans from the ground.

you lean over the balcony, trying to get a better look. "shit, are you okay?" you call out. "wait, i'm coming down!"

without wasting a moment, you dash down the stairs and out of the house, where you find the boy, grimacing and clutching at his knee.

"is it bad?" you ask.

he meets your gaze. "agonising."

"let me take a look," you offer, even though you know your medical skills are pretty much non-existent. it's just something people say, right? you breathe a sigh of relief when you realize it's just a bloody wound – painful, yeah, but nothing too serious.

"thank goodness," you mutter, "i'd probably pass out if it was worse, like a bone sticking out or something."

"oh, it was," he says, wincing a bit. "but i managed to shove the bone back in myself. a real man wouldn't shed tears over a scratch on the knee… it was major. like medieval torture kind of pain..."

you chuckle. "well, wanna come inside? i'm definitely no doctor, but I can at least offer some sanitizer or slap a band-aid on that."

"um… y-yeah. sure, yeah," he stammers before following you into the house.

as you step into the room, the warm glow of the lights falls gently across his face, revealing features you hadn't fully appreciated until now. that's when you recognise him. he got hot during our senior year. he's mellowed out since then. and there he stands, his deep brown eyes catching the light, bangs brushing softly over his eyebrows, pretty lips. this is isn't a normal type of hot. it’s manhwa character hot, or promising young actor hot, or disney prince kind of of. definitely not beomgyu, that one shy kid from middle school.

you see him standing there, kinda awkward, like he's not sure what to do or where to go, probably waiting for a cue on where to sit down. It's kinda cute, you think, this boy dressed like he's in the bassist of an indie band, looking all lost. "please, get comfortable," you finally say, breaking the silence. "i bet you've spent more time in this house more than me in the past few years."

"you know who i am?" he asks, sounding surprised. he doesn't seem thrilled about it. like he doesn't enjoy being recognised, specially by you, who knew him only during middle school. you get the feeling.

"yeah, i remember you swingin' by to help grandma with her garden when she got the injury... and we used to be in the same class. plus, yunjin mentioned you... she gave me a brief introduction to huening's friends, really. so I just kinda put two and two together..." you start explaining, but then you spot a trickle of blood on his leg. "oh, hold on, let me grab the first aid kit... i'm sure grandma keeps it in the same spot..."

as you shuffle your way to the kitchen, he remains standing still in the middle of your living room, mentally pinching himself at this reunion that means way more to him than it does to you. but, of course, you're completely clueless. he's some cute boy you met years ago.

"take a seat, take a seat..." you instruct him, pointing at the couch, and he obeys. he settles onto the cushions as you make your way towards him, rummaging through the first aid kit. your fingers skim over all sorts of stuff as you try to figure out what might help with his scrape. getting yourself situated at his feet, you plonk the kit down next to you for easy access to whatever you might need.

with a cotton pad and iodine in one hand and a wet cloth in the other, you pause, momentarily unsure of the proper procedure. "huh. do you have any idea how to tend to a wound like this?" you ask, but get no answer. you decide that the correct step is to clean it with water, selecting the wet cloth as your working tool. "beomgyu? did you hit your head too?" you ask, glancing up at him. but he seems lost in thought, his gaze distant and unfocused.

he breaks away from his trance, his eyes refocusing on you, perhaps by you calling his name, perhaps by the wet cloth touching his skin. "i... sorry," he mumbles softly, "i'm not usually this quiet. seeing you is just like... being the middle school me again."

"is that a good thing?"

"i don't know yet,"

"well, I'm not that fond of my middle school self either," you confess, a wry smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you focus on cleaning the blood from his leg.

he watches you work in silence, his thoughts swirling beneath the surface, until he finally speaks up. "you were cool," he says, his voice soft. "i always thought you were cool. i'm sorry nobody else saw that. It sucks, feeling so powerless… and getting picked on all the time. i should've stood up, done something but i was too shy. it sounds kinda shallow, but that's just... how i feel."

you offer him a reassuring smile. "they would've targeted you too. just like what happened to kai," you say, and your words keep coming out, fueled by the soju. "actually, the worst part wasn't even the bullying. it was everything that came after, how it changed me. i spent the rest of my life trying to prove to everyone that i was cool and smart and not the kind of person who should get bullied. but it broke me, all that work... striving for nothing. what good did it do? i stepped in here now as an adult and i felt just as small and helpless, like i was back to being a twelve-year-old girl again... i'm sorry, i kind of overshared...."

"you're good," he said, offering a warm smile. "and you're too hard on yourself. you know, huening and yunjin were always there to lay anyone out if anything happened..." he hesitates, then adds, "but now i am, too." he says, and you mutter a thanks, before he continues, "you probably don't remember me too well..."

"but i do–" you try to say, but he cuts you.

"not as much as i remember you." he says.

you're a bit flustered at this, not really knowing what he means, so you focus back on your medical duties. when you're done cleaning and disinfecting the wound, you tap his knee, "there you go, done. didn't even shed a tear, you're a tough guy… oh, and would you look at this!" you say, holding up a treasure you just found in the aid kit: a box of hello kitty band-aids. you slap two on his knee, forming a cross. "cutified war scars."

"it's a look, honestly," he replies with a smile, and he means it. and he does look pretty adorable, you think to yourself. but you quickly shake the thought away. you're not big on catching feelings. you grew up thinking nobody would ever like you, so you taught yourself not to like anyone. but funny thing is, he grew up with the same mindset. your coping mechanisms might've been different, but the sentiment was shared.

"anyway, i should get going. i've got work tomorrow," he suddenly announces, getting up from his seat.

"yeah, same here."

"oh, you got a job? where at?" he asks with sudden interest.

"just this bookstore near wavecrest beach..." you reply, noticing his face light up for reasons unknown to you.

"cool, that's cool! you gotta grab your coffee at the cuppa corner," he says with a sparkle in his eye. "they make the best one around."

"i will," you respond. "oh, by the way... not trying to pry, just curious... what brought you here in the first place?"

he tilts his head, a grin playing on his lips as he gestures towards his car parked outside. "oh, i was hoping to drag kai along to this... well, let's call it a spontaneous hangout."

you share a knowing chuckle. "well, he's completely knocked out. soju got the best of him."

his laughter fills the hallway, and you stare at him with a fool's smile. you think he's even more handsome when he's laughing. "it’s alright. i'll catch him next time," he says with a shrug, a twinkle in his eye.

"well, it was nice talking to you." you say.

"yeah, likewise. sleep well," he smiles, already making his way towards his car. there's a fleeting moment where he seems like he wants to say more, but he ultimately decides against it.

so that just happened. you're gonna go to bed thinking of beomgyu, but you better fall asleep; first day of work tomorrow !!

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copias-juicebox · 8 months

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It's a Sin Chapter 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Pairing: Cardinal Copia x fem! Reader Words: 8941 Genre: romance, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, SLOWBURN Warnings: in this chap: angst and spice lol Notes: oki guys it has come now. my first lil venture into some spice. i'm feeling shy posting this lol. please let me know if you liked it and if it was ok? and feedback is always appreciated. love y'all. also the biggest fucking shoutout to @fishwithtitz. without your help i would not be able to get any words down.

The sun was shining brightly outside, contrasting the darkness that still lingered in the halls of the ministry. You spent most of the past night inside the infirmary, overlooking the Cardinal. Sister Ana and you both decided it‘d be best to supervise him because of his workaholic tendencies. And it did not even take half an hour after sundown that he proved you in your assumptions correct. He was barely awake and up, trying to get back to his stacks of papers atop his desk as if his grandma was held at gunpoint if he didnt get back to work as soon as possible. This man was really just ridiculous you thought. You encountered many passionate people in your life, especially in the church of your parents. This man though. He appeared to be just built different. Never once had you met someone that invested in his job or hobby.

On one side you were utterly taken with his love for his job and that alone earned him the utmost respect. But on the other side you could not shake the feeling that there was more to his workaholic attitude than just his own love and passion for the job. From what you had gathered so far he was the errand boy. He was sent around the ministry doing work for everyone at all times, doing people a favor when his own desk already overflowed with paperwork. It concerned you especially now that you have seen what a toll it took on him. The whole situation gave you the ick, just how everyone saw how this man worked himself to death and yet nobody decided to help him out. It was one thing you noted and you would make sure to offer your help should you ever have the opportunity to do so.

This morning you woke up early. Thankfully the backroom of the Infirmary offered a nice bed for the nurses on duty for cases like this. However you could not sleep for very long since a great amount of time you spent in the infirmary overlooking the Cardinal’s almost toddler-like sleep. He looked adorable. Realizing you found this odd looking man adorable alone made you shake your head and giggle internally. He was a grown man. In fact a middle aged man about twice your age. But you found his silly antics and awkward behavior lovely. It warmed your heart in an odd way you could not describe. There was not an ounce of displeasure in his presence, rather a feeling of calm and peace. Especially as he lay there in the bed, face finally relaxed. The crinkles on his forehead and around his eyes were less visible like this and he looked younger than you knew he was.

As much as you hated it, you decided it was time to wake him up. Opening up the curtains you turned around, watching him stir a little, the frown back on his face but his eyes still closed.

„Good morning Cardinal. It is time to wake up.“ you informed him, warmly.

„Just 5 more minutes…“ he mumbled barely audible, eliciting a chuckle from you. The sound escaping your mouth made him realize where he was and who was there. His eyes shot open, making him groan in regret as the bright light hurt his eyes and he hid his face in his hands to shield off the sunlight pouring inside.

„S..Sorella I.. good morning Sorella.“ he greeted you, eyes slowly adjusting to the light. His mismatched eyes found yours and he felt the butterflies in his stomach go wild again. There you stood, gracefully in front of the vast window. Golden rays of sunlight pouring in, casting a warm, ethereal glow that enveloped your form. Your silhouette radiant, like an angel descended from the heavens, with the light accentuating the delicate contours of your face and the flowing elegance you carried yourself with. As the Cardinal gazed back at you he sat there in awe, captivated by your otherworldly beauty and the celestial aura that seems to embrace you. Time stood still for a moment, the Cardinal caught in a moment of pure, luminous enchantment. After a moment that felt like an eternity he realized he must have hit his head pretty hard yesterday. What was it about you that made him feel that way? He was attracted to you. He knew that but why was it so strong? He could not pin it down. Was it just your beauty? But there were so many beautiful Sisters in the Ministry, none quite as pretty as you of course but still.

„So Cardinal, how are you feeling today?“ you interrupted his thoughts.

„Mi sento bene, Sorella. Yes I am alright.“ he replied absentmindedly.

„So no pain anywhere?“ You asked him as you started to feel his temperature again.

„N.. No, Sister I feel quite alright I promise.“ the Cardinal smiled sheepishly back at you, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

„If that is the truth I am going to talk to Papa Nihil then. In the meantime I will ask for someone to bring you breakfast and I would highly recommend you to stay here and eat. I will be back in a few minutes.“ you ordered.

The Cardinal's eyes widened in surprise. „Ah no need Sister, don't bother Papa Nihil with little casualties like this.“ he tried to downplay his healthstatus.

„I have to Cardinal. He would expect you to go back to work and that would only be counterproductive Cardinal.“

„Ah then.. just tell him I am having a bad headache yeah? And I will be back at work tomorrow.“

You knew better than to discuss with him now and so you decided to not tell him what you were going to tell Papa. „Alright Cardinal. I will be back in a few.“

You left the infirmary, walking down the corridor towards the office Wing of the Ministry. Luckily you remembered most of the layout of this place from your tour with Hannah. Walking down the hallway you checked the Name Tags next to the doors as you passed Cardinals, Terzos, Secondos and Primos offices. The last one was Papa Nihils Office. You just hoped he would be there and knocked on the door three times. A voice from inside called you in. You opened the door, stepped inside and closed it. Inside Papa Nihil sat in his chair while Terzo and Sister Imperator stood next to him.

„Excuse me Papa Nihil. I hope I am not interrupting anything? I can come back later.“ When he saw who entered his office his face lit up. You did not know why but he genuinely liked you even though he knew nothing about you.

„Ah no no of course not.“ he tried to get up from his chair but his old legs refused him so he sat back down. Sister Imperator helped him and he invited you inside with a wave of his hand. You took a few steps inside coming to a halt next to Terzo who fixed you with a curious gaze.

„Now what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?“ Papa Nihil asked, gleefulness in his tone.

„Well unfortunately I am here because of my duty. As you know the Cardinal came into the Infirmary yesterday.“

„Yes yes the Cardinal right. Is he feeling better, yes? Can he resume his work now?“ Nihil asked impatiently

„Unfortunately not. His condition has become better, yes, but he needs more rest I am afraid.“

„More rest? No, we can't afford him to rest now. He needs to get back behind his desk now.“ Nihil nearly barked, absolutely not sympathetic in the slightest. „..The Cardinal wants more time off now?“ he turned to you with a frown.

„No actually I highly recommend a week off for him. He is in a critical condition right now and if he doesn‘t rest up properly he might fall sick for an extended amount of time.“

Nihil seemed to not hear a word you had said, rambling about how dare the cardinal wants time off now until Terzo decided to step in.

„Papa the cardinale is working very hard. You should allow him to rest a bit. Consider it a.. a small holiday yes?“ Terzos deep voice rang in the room.

That successfully just put more gas into the fire. „A Holiday you say? We don‘t do holidays here. Satan doesn‘t take holidays and neither will the Cardinal!“ Nihil fumed.

You were about to speak when surprisingly Sister Imperator stepped in.

„Papa, Terzo is right. He has done a lot lately. He should be granted a gift don‘t you think? He is the most important Cardinal Papa, don‘t forget that.“ Nihil just grumbled in response.

You decided to try your luck and risk it. You knew he liked you but what you were about to do was risky as shit. It might actually have the exact opposite effect on him. You had to try though. „I am sorry Papa. I didn't mean to offend you in any way.“ you tried your doe eyes on him. „I was just thinking that you might need to know how bad it is with him.“ you added a sweet, charming smile to the mix. He looked at you and you swore you saw a slight change in his hard expression. Now or never you thought. „I am begging you as a nurse who swore to do anything to help those in need, to give him a week. I will personally take care of him if you want me to and make sure he gets back as soon as possible.“ At this point you didn‘t know what shit cake you were trying to bake here but to your surprise it seemed to work as Nihils glare seemed to fade and his features softened.

You missed the smirk and raised eyebrow your little act had earned you from Terzo.

„Well if that is so he might get his week then. If that means he will be able to get back and work as he used to that is.“

You smiled and clapped your hands together. „Thank you Papa, thank you so much you are the best. I will go then.“

„Yes yes thank you bella, You go and take care of the cardinal yes. I have other matters to attend to now.“ Nihil said and turned back to Terzo, who still watched the whole scenario unfold in front of him.

You nearly ran the way back to the infirmary, skipping a step just being happy about your successful bewitching of Papa Nihil.

When you entered the Infirmary Sister Ana was doing paperwork on the desk and the Cardinal just finished his breakfast.

„There you are. Are you alright dear? …oh you seem to be in an oddly good mood for someone who just told Papa Nihil that his most hardworking part of the clergy needs a timeout. Does that mean you actually managed to get him a day or two?“

„Well yeah. More than that even. I managed to actually get him a week.“ you smiled proudly

„A WHAT?“ Ana stood up abruptly, bumping into the table and knocking half of the items on top off of it. „How in the name of sweet Satan did you do that? Did you suck his cock or what?“

„ANA!!“ you yelled. „No ew I would never oh my god. I just figured out he has a soft spot for me. And well I used it against him. I know I am a terrible person but it was worth it.“

„Oh you are a clever child. Honestly you shouldn‘t feel bad in the slightest. He tends to be very harsh to the Cardinal. And the Cardinal never owns up to him. You did the right thing child. He could use the time out.“ Ana stated, looking to the door that connected the Backroom with the Infirmary. „Now I just want to give you advice and keep to your word ok? Take care of Cardinal Copia. He will be over the moon to spend so much time in the presence of such a beautiful Sister that is for sure.“ she laughed and shooed you out of the room towards the Cardinal.

„Ah Sorella, excuse me but why exactly are you escorting me back to my Chambers personally? I told you it‘s not necessary I am fine now.“ he kept stealing glances at you from the corner of his eyes.

„You see Cardinal, I spoke to Papa Nihil and he was not exactly.. happy to give you time off. So I had to convince him, yeah?“ You grinned sheepishly, looking down, matching his steps.

Copia stopped dead in his tracks. You walked two more steps and turned around to see why he had stopped. „What is it, Cardinal? Are you not feeling well again? Do you need me to bring you back?“ you asked, taking a step closer to him, worry written all over your face, a hand came to rest on his arm should he need support. The Cardinals cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. „No no Sorella uh… It‘s just I errm.. You didn‘t do anything to uh…. gain Papas favor did you?“ the man, wearing his black cassock asked. You frowned. „Cardinal I am sorry but I don‘t understand.“ you shook your head. „Sorella.. I..“ he seemed to be thinking hard. He was going to open his mouth again when in the last second he decided against it. „Ah nevermind Sorella. Please ignore an old mans rambling.“ he waved you off as if he just said the most ridiculous thing and wanted you to forget about it.

He began to walk again and you followed him, still thinking about what he could have meant. After a few minutes walk in silence you reached a dark door at the end of the hallway where the higher ranking members of the clergy resided. „We are here Sorella. Thank you for walking with me. I will be fine from now on.“ he turned and opened his door, dismissing you but you were pushing yourself in behind him and he felt the front of your body press into his back. Copia froze before he turned around just in time to see you close the door behind you. His eyes went wide and when you closed the distance between you he started to get nervous. He fidgeted around where he stood. „Ah w..what are you doing..?“ he fidgeted with his fingers out of sheer stress. His mind was trying to comprehend why you were here now as his stomach felt like it was jumping around. „..dinal? Cardinal are you there?? Earth to Cardinal Copia..“ You snipped your fingers in front of his face. His vision cleared again and he got pulled out of his momentary stupor.

„Okay I have had enough of this now. You!“ You pointed your finger at him. „You! Bed! Now!“ you commanded. Copia was speechless. He didn‘t understand what was going on. Why were you here and commanding him to his bed? His bed of all places? You couldn‘t possibly mean to… no. He had to stop himself. He would not let his mind wander there. You were far too good to him, he couldn‘t sully your pretty soul like that. His thoughts were interrupted as your hand found his and you pulled him into the room more. „So where?“ you stared at him as you were walking backwards into his living room. The cardinal's eyes were as big as saucers, staring back at you. „Ah.. Haha uh.. Sorella.. what do you mean where??“ he questioned, nervousness evident in his voice.

„Well the bedroom, silly?“ At this point he was thinking he might go insane. Was this real? The most beautiful Sorella in the whole ministry wanted to bring them to his bedroom. „The d..door to your r..right, there.“ he finally managed to stutter and look behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and gently pulled him towards the big dark door. As you opened it the first thing you noticed was the smell of fresh bedding and the beautiful dark decor of the room. The walls were black as were the silk sheets on top of the Cardinals queen sized bed. You couldn‘t take a much better look because the cardinal's well being was still present in your mind. You wanted to get him to lie down as soon as possible. He was behaving oddly even though he claimed to feel fine.

„Alright then nearly there. Please now lay down. And get some rest.“ at this point you actually had to push him down gently since he was rigidly standing there not moving. When he finally lay on his bed he kept staring at you like you were a ghost. „Cardinal are you sure you‘re alright?“

„I.. I don‘t know.“ he responded and you sighed. „Alright Cardinal just to make it clear to you I am going to be your personal nurse for the week ok? I promised Papa Nihil to take care of you and make sure you are back to work by next monday. So you need to promise me to be honest ok? Whenever something is not right you tell me.“ You sat down next to him on his bed, the mattress giving way to your weight as you sat.

Copia exhaled deeply as you told him the reason behind all this. How pathetic of him to read anything into your actions. Of course you would never show any interest in him of all people. He was relieved of the tension he felt rising between you but he was equally hurt by it. He would never show it of course but deep down he hoped you might like him a little. Just a little would be enough for him.

„Ah uhm if that‘s the case then I think I just need to rest a little more. Sí just a little more rest.“ he told you.

„Alright. Good I‘ll leave you to it then. I will come back soon and bring you lunch, Cardinal.“ you said and got up, walking towards the door.

As the door clicked shut the Cardinal was doing anything but rest. He lay there yes but his mind was racing wildly. He reproduced this morning's events many times in his head. Every time his heartbeat picked up when your hand had taken his. Your fingers were cold and in stark contrast to his own warm hands. He didn‘t understand this infatuation he had. Could he actually have a crush on you? He didn‘t know you one bit, it surely was just his far too long touch-starved body and your beautiful smile that had him worked up like that. He could only dream of someone like you. Oh what he would give to have you. You had said you were his nurse. His. In his delusional mind he created a bunch of scenarios which really didn't help his already misplaced feelings towards you. He wanted to make you his for real. In any way possible. He would give you everything you ever desired. He would offer all of him and more just for you to let him worship you as you deserved.

A few hours later you walked along the corridor, carrying a tray with the Cardinals lunch and fresh juice. As you walked up the stairs you met some Sisters and Brothers, all happily greeting you on the way. You rounded the corner and there you saw Sister Hannah and her group of friends. „Look who is here. If that isn‘t Cardi's personal nurse.“ one of the Sisters teased and winked at you. The group giggled and some of them looked at you with pity. You were slightly appalled at their reactions. „Mhm yes. Is there any problem with that?“ you asked and they answered „Ah no you see it‘s just I am sorry for you. He is so pathetic and you have to spend so much time with him now.“ You looked at Hannah, silently asking her if they were serious. She understood the look you gave her and intervened, trying to defuse the situation.

„Come one girls, don‘t be mean to our new nurse now. And also the Cardinal deserves the best treatment. He is basically running the whole ministry at this point.“ She stated. „Yeah Hannah we know you have a soft spot for the rat man. But really I hope he isn‘t gonna be weird to new sis.“ Sister Moira said, inspecting her fingernails.

„Well I am not worried he would do anything weird as you said. So far he‘s been super welcoming.“ you smiled. „Ugh yeah I‘m just saying sis..“ Sister Moira rolled her eyes. That was when Brother Damien, a tall, dark haired Brother jumped in. „What she is trying to say is that the Cardinal is a little funny, yeah?“ he tried to explain. Unfortunately you failed to understand. „Funny? What do you mean by that?“ you replied „Ugh Sis he is a creep fucking hell. And I bet he is a pervert as well.“ Sister Moira interjected, obviously getting irritated at the conversation.

Your mouth hung open and you were trying to process what you had just heard. „Are you trying to tell me he has..“

„Nonsense Sis. He never did anything like that.“ Hannah interrupted you. „Don‘t even listen to her. The Cardinal is a good and decent man. The one you should watch out for is Terzo.“ Sister Hannah informed you.

„Oh my god are you saying he..“ „No no no don‘t worry. Nothing like that. Satanas, you must be getting all the wrong impressions right now.“ Hannah grabbed your arm, leading you away from the group. „Don‘t worry no one here has done anything to anyone. At least not as long as they didn‘t want to. What I was trying to say is Terzo has a certain way with people. Especially with the Sisters. That is all.“

You sighed, your shoulders slumped as you exhaled. „Okay good. You had me worried for a second. But I meant it so far the Cardinal has been nothing but kind. And I don‘t find him creepy.“

„Correct you are. He is a sweet man. Just very awkward. Many people find that odd. Well he is odd but it‘s endearing really. Don‘t listen to what anyone says here really. Make your own experience with people and don‘t judge a book by its cover because that is what most of them do.“ she motioned back to the group.

„Alright yes. Thank you Hannah.“ you hugged her real quick from the side, balancing the tray in your hands and told her you had to go now otherwise the Cardinals food would get cold. As you turned on your heel Hannah called you one more time. „Hey are you free tonight? We wanted to go out for a drink after dinner. Wanna join?“ You contemplated and agreed. You wanted to belong and fit in and you were going to take any chance to get to know more Sisters and Brothers.

When you knocked and opened the door to the Cardinals room you heard some rustling, quick steps and a thump and a following string of curses. „Cazzo.“ When you entered his bedroom he was lying in his bed, a blanket lazily thrown over him. Unfortunately his feet were not covered and revealed the slippers he wore. One glance at the desk in the corner of the room was enough to confirm your suspicions. Papers thrown all over the desk, the lamp lying dangling off the cable on one side of his working space. You sighed „Cardinal!?“ His eyes went wide at your commanding tone. „Ah sí sorella?“ he grinned sheepishly back at you. You shook your head suppressing a smile. This man was unbelievable yet adorable. „Have you been working?“ „No no no Sorella. I was uh in my bed this whole time, yes.“ he fumbled with the rim of his blanket. „And you always keep your slippers on in bed?“ you inquired. „Oh.. uh.. that is for when I…have to hurry to get to the bathroom, yes the bathroom.“ Copia wanted to punch himself. How would that sound to her? Like he was an old incontinent man that would piss in his pants sometimes. His cheeks grew a dark shade of red when he heard your chuckle. Satanas, you were laughing about him. His head whipped up searching your face. Your eyes were locked to the ground beneath you, smiling a dashing smile. Oh how beautiful you looked like that. „You are unbelievable, Cardinal and you‘re a liar, a bad one at that.“ when your eyes found his he was surprised to find no sign of pity or remorse. Instead your eyes sparked and conveyed nothing but warmness. He was relieved to see that expression on you unlike what he had expected to see.

„Cardinal it is very obvious, don‘t you think?“ You looked around the room. „Anyway I am not here to reprimand you. I have brought you your lunch. And since you‘ve been up anyway you might eat it on the big table as well.“ you walked back out of his bedroom and put the tray on the big table that stood in the little kitchenette he had. A few moments later he followed you. This was the first time you saw him in casual clothing. He wore a wine red hoodie with a fitting pair of pants. Underneath he wore a simple black shirt and under his slippers a pair of black socks. It was a little odd to see such a high ranking member of the clergy wearing such casual clothes but it just helped you relax around him a little more. Not that the Cardinal made it hard for you to do so. His clumsiness and awkward little smiles gave you a sense of security. Like you were not the only one not knowing what to do every now and then. You were still adjusting to this new life you were having here.

Satan and his worshippers surely were going to be the biggest test the lord above had for you so far. You were going to prove to him you were standing strong in your faith and that you could show mercy and help even the misled souls.

„Thank you Sorella. Uh what about yourself?“ he questioned, brow furrowed. „Oh I already had a little snack when I visited the kitchen.“ you brushed him off. „Oh we can share then Sorella it‘s no problem.“ Copia answered already on his way to the kitchenette, opening a cabinet and pulling out a plate and cutlery for you. „It‘s not necessary, Cardinal really.“ „No it is Sorella. You need to eat.“ He patted the chair next to him and you sat down next to him. He then put half of his food on the other plate and handed it over to you. You were a little speechless. „But it is not that much you don‘t have to share with me. I can always get some more later.“

„It is enough. And I am happy to share my food with you Sorella. Please accept this?“ Copias eyes found yours, a hint of worry hidden behind his pleading eyes. It was definitely not enough for the both of you to get full but there was no way on earth you could reject him now. You sat next to each other as you both ate. You were not going to admit it but you were more hungry than you knew yourself, nearly wolfing down your food. The Cardinal stole glances at you from the corner of his eyes and tried to hide his chuckles. „So Cardinal, can I ask you a question?“

„Ah sí sí, what exactly do you want to know?“

„Mh how did you end up here?“

„Cosa intendi? Like how did I end up devoting my life to Satan?“

„Yes. What made you want to become a Cardinal or choose a clerical life anyway?“

„Well.. It uh.. it was a long time ago. You must know Sorella, I was an orphan. I have never known my parents and when I was young I didn‘t have many friends or family.“

„Oh I am sorry to hear..“ you replied, a hand resting on his arm in an attempt to provide some form of comfort.

„Don’t be Sorella. It was a long time ago. And it was the church that I found solace in. Belief carried me through my childhood. I have seen the good and the bad of it.“ the Cardinal spoke, somberness behind his words as his gaze seemed to drift off.

His words struck you and you suddenly became more interested. „H-How exactly?“ Your voice was barely above a whisper. He couldn‘t have experienced something similar as you could he?

„You see I was not a satanic Cardinal from the beginning. In fact I started studying theology and became a young servant of the catholic church. But as time went by I saw the misuse of trust, power and the truly harmful ways of the catholic church so I decided to leave this rotten institution behind.“

„And what did you do after that?“

„I survived doing smaller Jobs here and there until I came across this ministry and the wonderful message they carry out into the world.“

You wanted to know more. But at the same time you were scared to show how little you knew about it all.

„And then you asked Papa if you could stay?“

„Well not exactly. The clergy wanted me to stay here. It is… in a way this place has become my home. The first place that I feel like I am accepted just the way I am.“

You didn‘t know why but it hurt you hearing him say such a thing. He must have spent many years of his life, trying to find acceptance and through many years he seemed to have finally found it. If this place provided that for him it might not be as bad as you were taught it would be.

„I am glad you found that place. The place you can call home.“ you smiled at him and both continued to eat.

It somewhat eased the tension in the room and after you finished the Cardinal got up and took your plates off the table, rinsing them in the sink. „Cardinal.. errm thank you.“ you told him earnestly. „Prego Sorella. I have to thank you. For taking care of me so wonderfully. It is the least I could do. Maybe for dinner you could bring two plates, yes? One for you and one for me?“

„Yes I will do that.“ you two fell into silence again. Him standing in front of his kitchenette and you sitting on the chair across the room. This time it was more comfortable. He seemed less tense and so did you.

„So Cardinal back to business. I have to ask you to refrain from working. That is the whole reason why you are here now. So from now on I forbid you to work one more minute until next week.“ You instructed. His face fell as the last words fell from your lips. He couldn‘t possibly stop working. He never once took a vacation from his work. It was all that he‘d ever known. Bound to his desk, several nights back to back and making sure everything in the ministry ran smoothly.

„Ah Sorella.. I have to intervene.. I couldn‘t stop working all together.. there uh is quite a lot of responsibility that comes with..“

„Nonsense Cardinal.“ you raised your voice above his. „If I remember correctly you are not Papa. You are simply a Cardinal right?“

„Y..Yes Sorella.“ his voice was small now as he looked down to the ground.

„And as Cardinal you are not the one responsible for the ministry. Papa should be. And he will be making sure you get some rest. He even approved to my request and was the first to speak up to Papa Nihil. He has your back Cardinal. You should not worry about it even though I admire that.“

The Cardinals cheeks turned a deep crimson color, as his brain stopped thinking about any other pathetic excuse and he took mental notes that you liked if he took responsibility.

Later that evening you met Hannah and her group of friends outside to go to the local bar and enjoy your time here. To your surprise they seemed to be more friendly and nice than you expected them to be, especially after this morning's encounter with Moira. The Cardinal was not the most popular among some of them and they seemed to know you disagreed which they accepted. They even refrained from making any further inappropriate comments about him for the remainder of your night out. After a few drinks they decided each of them was going to pay you one shot of Tequila as a little welcome celebration. It had been a while since you last had that much fun and you grew closer to the other Sisters and Brothers which was a huge relief. By the end of the day you stumbled half drunkenly into your room and into your bed with a smile on your face.

The next days went by relatively fast. You would check in on the Cardinal every now and then, you would bring him breakfast, lunch and dinner and eat it together over some light conversation. The both of you warmed up more with each day and you could feel yourself relax more around him. While you found some sort of rhythm with each other, him always trying to sneak out to do some work (of course he couldn‘t go without work) and you alway finding him either asleep with his head on his desk or scrambling around his room as soon as he heard you approach, you decided to help whenever you could. Running small errands for him to lift some of the weight he carried on his shoulders. You would stop him whenever he was taking on too much and you made sure he took a good long break every now and then. Copia was immensely happy about that. One of his biggest flaws was that he never truly knew when it was becoming too much, luckily that beautiful Sorella must have been sent by Lucifer himself to help him, saw right through it, always there to remind him to take a break or bring him food when he had neglected his well being for too long.

As you carried on your days like that you got to know each other better in between. The light conversation sometimes, turning into deeper topics that both of you were interested in. He was surprisingly attentive to you and you greatly appreciated that he truly listened to you. He never once judged you for an opinion you had and so it was just natural for you to form a bond with him that relied on trust. It was even comfortable enough for you to reveal your concern working in the ministry. You made sure to choose your words wisely around him so as to not tell him you were not a believer at least not in the same Lord he believed in. You didn‘t even know why but he was easy to open up to and so one day while you helped him sort some papers on his desk you came to talk about your reasons to take the Job in the ministry. The Cardinal had his suspicions that you were not in fact a Sister of Sin. You didn‘t share the opinions most Sisters did but he wanted to know for sure.

„One of the main reasons why I accepted this Job was because of this town.“ you revealed. „This town? How so?“ the Cardinal asked, genuinely interested, head cocked to the side. „It‘s my hometown. I grew up here. Our house was not even too far away from here.“ you reminisced. „Well that was until I went to the boarding school my parents sent me to.“

That piqued the Cardinals interest as he raised one eyebrow in confusion. „Forgive me Sorella but might I ask why they would send you away? You don‘t come across to be the rule-breaking type..“ he asked, trying not to offend you.

„Well honestly I don‘t remember exactly. I was very little back then. But…“ you tried to think hard about how to describe the night and the things that had happened without telling him about your catholic family or the traumatic events of that night.

„It was in the summer. A few weeks into the holidays. I was a child back then and I.. Well, I was a very curious child. And I questioned many things when I grew up. Many things I didn‘t understand. But my parents never liked me to ask too much. And as I grew older I think they grew tired of me and my never stopping mouth.“ you sighed, remembering the angry face of your father as he slapped you hard across your face that night. „My parents were very strict, you know. They were not open for someone to question their way of life. So yeah I overstepped and they finally had enough of me.“ you swallowed the lump in your throat.

The Cardinal beside you grew stiff. He remembered something. A specific night. A night of heavy thunder and rain. A night almost 20 years ago now. It couldn‘t be, could it?

„Cardinal? Are you ok? Do you need to lie down?“ you inquired. „Ah no I am fine Sorella, thank you. Uh may I ask you how old you are Sister?“ Copia was trying to gather as much information as he could.

„I will turn 26 in November.“ you said with a smile. „How about you? How old are you?“

„Oh uh I am an old man..“ He started to stare at his fingers silently counting. „ I am 53.. yes 53.“

„Did you really just count with your fingers?“ you snickered and he just awkwardly shrugged „Eh, I was never good at math.“

„But it is your own age how could you not know“ you still chuckled at his silly antics.

„I never celebrated my birthday so I never counted the years.“ he declared and you saw a sudden sadness flash in his eyes. Memories of his childhood came rushing back to him. He wanted to be like the other kids, celebrating their birthdays with their friends. He never had any friends to celebrate with. On his sixths birthday, the first one he would be allowed to celebrate, he planned a party with food and cake even, sending invitations to everyone he knew. The pain he felt when no one, not a single soul showed up was too much to bear and he swore never to celebrate his birthday again.

Your gorgeous face appeared before his eyes and suddenly he realized he‘d missed whatever you said to him.

„Okay Cardinal, enough of this you‘re going back into your bed now.“ you took his elbow and gently guided him to his bed. He didn‘t protest and followed your lead.

„I will finish this for you.“ you explained as you went back to the desk to sort out the last few papers and envelopes that started to stack on the dark mahogany platform.

„Sorella you don‘t have to. Please. It is not your job to do my Job.“ Copia inferred. „No it is not, I am well aware. But what kind of a nurse would I be if I watched you work yourself to death, mh? A shitty one, yes exactly. And I know once I leave for tonight, you will be up here anyway and work endlessly so I am going to take that off your shoulders.“

The Cardinal smiled at you. You knew him too well already. But what was he supposed to do anyway? You‘d been occupying his mind too much these past few days. The only way he knew to silence his restless brain was to bury himself with work. This way he forced himself to think about something else. Something that grounded him. He needed the distraction or else he would go insane. Plus he needed to actually get some of the workload off or he surely would drown once he was officially back next week. As you told him goodbye for the evening he was glad for your help. He did exactly what you had predicted and was up on his feet as soon as the door clicked shut. He was just going to oversee the finances for the past month and then he would go back to bed and sleep. At least that was his plan. Satan seemed to have other plans for him since his head was swarming with thoughts about you and the child he found all those years ago when he was a Bishop. He nearly had forgotten that encounter but now that you were here it seemed to be coming back to him. The similarities between you and the girl were just too remarkable to be purely coincidental.

Cardinal Copia could not find sleep that night. He was rolling around, restless mind running a million miles. His brain recalled the thunderstorm some 18 years ago. Your name, your hair and even your aura was so familiar. The little girl he found in the woods that night. It was you. He was sure that you were the old Pastor's daughter. His thoughts kept swirling around you and your life up to this point. He knew you were raised catholic and that made him wonder even more how exactly you ended up in a satanic church. Did your parents know about it? Did you fall from your catholic beliefs and joined Satan? He wanted to know you. To know everything about you and help you find your way in this world. Was that why you felt so familiar to him? Was it purely his protectiveness that intrigued him in? He hated the next thought that came to mind. He was attracted to you, he would be lying to himself if he denied that. It troubled him, knowing you were such a young woman and he was such an old man. He was a pervert thinking about you in a less appropriate manner but he was also just a man. Oh Satan what did he do to deserve this? Copia was not even sure if it was a curse or a blessing of the dark one. It confused him deeply why he had placed you back into his way. Was he trying to test his loyalty? He tried to reason his desires with being touch starved for too long. Your breathtaking smile flashed before his eyes and he knew he was not going to get you out of his head anytime soon.

The next morning rolled around and once again you were on your way to the Cardinals room, tray with breakfast and fresh Orange juice in hand. You figured out that was the one he liked best. The birds outside chirped happily as the first sun rays shone through the beautiful coloured windows of the ministry, filling you with excitement and happiness. You always loved to see a beautiful sunrise with blue skies. It was the best way to start a day.

As you knocked on the Cardinals door you didn‘t hear anything and after that you slowly opened the door calling into the room. „Good morning Cardinal. It is me. I brought breakfast.“ you still hear no movement at all. Worried you set the tray down on the table and walked up to his bedroom. You knocked gently on the door. „Cardinal? Are you up yet?“

You decided to peek inside and you saw the Cardinal sleeping in his bed, arms wrapped around a pillow. As you stepped closer you saw he was covered in sweat and you sat down on the bedside next to him and gently shook his arm.

„Cardinal. You need to wake up, Cardinal. It‘s time.“ you whispered gently, leaning closer to him. He stirred slightly, lazily opening his eyes. When is duo chromatic eyes adjusted to the light in the room the first thing they landed on was your frame sitting on his bedside. His mind slowly registered your proximity and he woke up with a little jump. „Cardinal you‘re all sweaty. Did you have a bad dream or..?“

The Cardinal sat up slightly watching you lean in closer to study his moist face „Uh.. oh I don‘t know I don‘t remember.“ he said honestly. You moved your hand up to his forehead to feel for his temperature. At this point you lay halfway on his bed since he had moved away from you as he realized how close you were. He didn‘t know why but close proximity to you made him feel lightheaded. He argued it was just his attraction to you that made him feel that way. When you felt for his temperature, a crease forming between your brows and a look of concentration taking over your features he couldn‘t help but find that adorable. As he turned to look away his eyes found your body, that was presented in front of him, your breasts not exactly visible but enough for his eyes to linger, holding yourself up on one arm, hands gripping his black satin sheets.

He knew he shouldn‘t but he couldn‘t help himself. He pictured you in his bed. Naked body, writhing around in his sheets, head falling back, presenting your delicate neck, moaning and screaming his name as your hands formed fists full of the black fabric as you came down on him hard. It was overwhelming. His pupils dilated at the image in his head and his cock twitched, awakening and growing stiff.

His eyes widened as he realized it. No no no no no no. Not now, not here. Panic flooded him as he gripped the sheets tighter to cover his now painfully hard erection. „Okay you have no fever at least. I guess it was just a bad dream then.“ you summarized as you pulled back. He stared at you, not moving. „Are you sure you‘re alright Cardinal?“ „I.. I am fine, yes.. no. I mean yes… fine.“ You studied his face trying to find any indicator he was lying. „Well then I have breakfast in the other room Cardinal. Maybe I should have brought coffee this morning though. Since you clearly are not awake yet.“ „Breakfast huh? Yeah uh just give me a moment Sorella sí?“ „Of course. I‘ll change your sheets then. Please get up and out of bed Cardinal.“ you started to pull on the sheets.

His eyes grew as big as saucers. „Ahhh.. Sorella uh.. yes.“ he turned around facing away from you and got up, nearly running towards the bathroom with an awkward step. „Are you sure you‘re ok?“ you questioned. „Sí sí. I am just going to take a shower, yes.“ came his response. You simply shook your head and heard the water from the other side of the door run.

The Cardinal stood under the hot water now, closing his eyes as the droplets rippled down his bare chest. He let his head hung and when he opened his eyes his hard erection was staring back at him. He needed that to go away as soon as possible. He couldn‘t spend too long here it or it would be suspicious. But as he saw his boner his mind wandered back to what had caused that reaction. You. And just the mere thought of your face made his cock twitch in anticipation.

He groaned. This way his erection would never go away. No he had no other choice, he reasoned as he began to grab his dick and give it a few soft strokes. His non dominant hand came to rest on the tiled wall as his other hand gently yet precisely moved up and down on his length. His eyes closed and he imagined it was your feather light touch that made him shiver. You‘d kneel in front of him, staring up at him innocently while curiously stroking him, asking if it was feeling good. And how good it felt. If only it really was your soft, small hands and not his own big ones. He picked up the pace and the pressure he had on his rock hard cock as he imagined what it must be like to have your pretty lips sucking is dick like a lolli. He had to readjust his legs as he suppressed moans and whimpers. His cock throbbed in his hands and your watery eyes flashed in his mind. Another whimper.

He needed to get his shit together or else he ran the danger of your hearing him. But here was another huge turn on for him. You were right next door. Hopefully oblivious to what was going on here. His imagination changed and he pictured you back in his bed. What a sight it would be. He wondered what it must be like to fill you up. To fill you with every inch he could offer until you became one. At this point, his other hand came to rest on his cock as well. Using both of his hands now to slide up and down as his head rolled back. Another groan.

Pictures of your face hair sticking to your forehead all sweaty as he thrusted into you. Gently at first and then at full speed with a near supernatural force. You‘d be whining, screaming and moaning for the rest of the night. He would make sure you came at least two times before he would let himself reach that sweet release. You deserved that. He could feel himself getting close, his hips thrusting into his hands, eagerly, aggressively. Again he groaned and whimpered, this time louder.

„Cardinal?“ came your voice from the other side of the door.

Hearing your sweet beautiful voice was all he needed. He bit his hand to stop himself from making too many sounds as your name fell from his lips over and over again. His hips rutted into his hands erratically and he came hard, his cum spilling everywhere over the tiles as he fell to the wet floor, knees giving away under his intense orgasm. Maybe it was just too long since the last time he orgasmed but it felt like nothing he had ever experienced and it took him a few seconds to respond to your pleading calls outside.

„I… I am alright Sorella, I just bumped my head.. and stubbed my toe. I'm still a bit tired I guess.“ he tried to cover up his pathetic actions by a series of equally pathetic lies. He sighed. It made him angry. He didn‘t want to use you like that. He didn‘t want to sully you like that. You deserved better than that. He cleaned up after himself and got out of the shower, plagued by guilt and regret.

He hated himself at that moment. He hated what he did. He was nothing but a pathetic, old pervert, taking advantage of the beautiful young Sorella, who has been nothing but sweet and caring towards him.

When he opened the door, wrapped up in a white bathrobe his face fixed the floor under his feet. His expression was unreadable to you but he seemed to be in pain? Or something else so you decided to ask him. He walked past you into the room.

„Cardinal are you ok? You had me worried there.“ As he walked past you he avoided eye contact and when he heard your worry for him he felt even worse for what he had done not even 5 mins ago. You cared for him and he tainted you like that. He pressed his eyes shut and a painful expression appeared on his still damp face.

„Ah no Sorella I am alright. Now if you could excuse me now I‘d like to dress now and go to sleep. I won‘t be needing you to bring me food for today. I can always call for a Ghoul.“

You were taken aback. He was being so cold to you and you didn‘t understand.

„O-Only after I know you are feeling ok.“ you stubbornly replied with a shaky voice.

The Cardinal turned around, forcing himself to look at you. It broke his heart to hear your voice like that. And he hated himself even more for being responsible. Now he didn‘t only ruin your innocence, no he even managed to make you feel like shit for it too.

„I am okay Sorella. I swear on the dark one.“ he smiled the saddest attempt you had ever seen on him. „Now please…“ his voice broke and you knew you had to give him some privacy. You didn‘t understand what was happening and why his mood had deteriorated in the time span of a few minutes but you didn‘t want to pry. Maybe you had done something to upset him? Or even said something wrong? Offended him? Did you forget something important maybe?

„Alright. But if there is anything please call for me?“ you whispered, fearing if you put more force into your voice it might break.

With that you left the Cardinals chambers and returned to the infirmary.

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Omg the Ahn Sooho fic got me in shambles AJHSJQHSJQHA can I request another one too? 😔😔 Thank you!

Lean On Me | Sooho

- afab! reader. thank you anon! ♡

Ahn Sooho. He wasn't someone unpopular. In fact, a lot of girls had a crush on him, but he was just too busy to accept anyone. At first, he could barely accept Sieun into his busy life. Sooho had always been everyones guardian angel. Always protecting the weak against the strong, making sure the strong didn't hurt the weak, and always making sure no one went too far.

It was a usual day, seven in the morning. You walked into the class as you saw Sieun, already seated with his airpods in, and books neatly placed in front of him. He gave you a kind of nod as you smiled back at him. You weren't technically friends nor classmates, but his friendship with Sooho had made the both of you acquaintances of some sort.

You walked to the back of the class as you quietly pulled the chair near Sooho's desk as you sat behind the three tables the boy had pulled together to make a makeshift bed. You unzipped your bag as quietly as you could, partly because you didn't want to disturb Sooho and entirely because you didn't want to disturb Sieun, feeling kind of intimidated by his silent stare if you disturbed him. You took out a small blanket, putting it over his sleeping body as you patted his head softly. You felt bad that he had to sleep at school because he had to juggle so many part-time jobs just to make sure he could get through high school and support his grandmother at the same time.

You watched as his eyelashes fluttered, and his chest rose and dipped with each deep breath he took. You weren't in his class, but you made lunch for him every day, not wanting him to miss his meals or work on an empty stomach. You didn't mind that it took you two more hours than usual to prepare lunch, as long as Sooho wouldn't fall sick and you wouldn't have to worry.

Most people would say that the both of you were like married couples. You'd prepare him lunch, and he'd send you to your after-school activities, and you had no complaints against it. Sooho didn't like feeling like he owed people, so that was the least you could let him do.

Sooho stirred in his sleep as the sun rose higher, the sunshine shining directly into the classroom, hitting his face, although you tried your best to shield his eyes from the light. Sooho opened his eyes as he saw you, waiting for him as per usual, as he sat up and yawned. He stretched his arms as he turned to you with a smile on his face, saluting.

"Good Morning Mrs Ahn!" Sooho announced, not feeling a single hint of embarassment as your cheeks still grew red from the nickname.

Sooho was sure. He was sure you're the one for him. He'd give up everything, including himself, for you. It didn't take a genius to notice your affect on him, and even his grandmother was proud of the changes he had in his life.

"Mr Ahn, this is your meal for the day. Don't forget to eat or I'll get mad!" You teased back as you picked up your bag, passing him the metal lunchbox, about to leave as per usual but Sooho stopped you.

"I'll send you to your class," Sooho said with a grin as he took your bag from your grip and slung it over his shoulder, taking your hand in his free hand as he dragged you out the classroom.

It had become a natural occurrence for the students at school to see Sooho dragging you around, clinging onto you to spend every free second he had with you. Sooho happily chattered on about what he had done over the weekend, talking about how after work, he had treated his grandmother to a meal.

"I brought grandma to have a meal, my treat, but she asked me where you were at! I think she loves you more than me!" Sooho whined as you couldn't help but laugh at his childishness, looking at him as you couldn't help but feel yourself hiccup as the sun seemed to compliment his looks just a little bit more than usual. You crossed your arms as you responded teasingly, "Oh well, I guess I'm her favourite now!".

Sooho feigned shock as he covered his mouth with both his hands, eyes widened as he held your bag up high. You gasped in false shock as you poked his side, causing him to flinch as he instinctively brought your bag lower, allowing you to grab it with ease.

"I know you too well Mr Ahn! See you later!" You smiled at Sooho as you were about to walk into your class, the boy already walking away.

"Don't fall asleep in class! Atleast try to listen!" You yelled as Sooho held a thumbs up, not turning as he skipped back to his class.

Class wasn't the best part of school, but you knew that if you wanted a future with Sooho, at least one of you had to have a certification higher than a diploma.

Lunch was definitely the best part of school. You walked to the cafeteria as you grabbed a tray, picking the food you wanted from the school buffet as you walked to the pay line but was bumped into by one of the ugly looking guys from Class 3, who had way too much confidence.

"I know I'm good looking, but should Ahn Sooho's girlfriend really be trying to get comfy with me?" The brocolli-haired, short and lumpy, big mouthed guy joked as you looked at him in absolute disgust. Was he serious?

"I'm sorry, but you bumped into me. I have no interest in you whatsoever, so please let me pay for my food," You answered calmly as you tried to move past him but was blocked once again by the ogre look-alike.

"Just because you're dating Ahn Sooho, you think you're a big deal? You ought to know how to behave!" The guy said, clearly irked as he raised his hand.

Instinctively, you closed your eyes, ready to take the hit, but it never came. You opened your eyes to see the familiar red jacket wearing man in front of you. Sooho held the guy's hand as he twisted it, slightly, just to get a yelp from him as he moved closer to him.

"I didn't think you'd stoop so low to the point you'd hit a woman, more so my woman, so screw off. You're not a delinquent. You're just a fool." Sooho said as he released his hold on the guy's arm as he ran out of the cafeteria, feeling intimidated by Sooho's little speech.

Sooho turned to you as he held your shoulders, bending down slightly to be face to face with you, "Are you alright? You must've been scared. "

You nodded as Sooho couldn't help but pat your head, smiling.

"I'll always save you, don't worry. Let's go eat, I'm hungry!" Sooho reassured you as he slung an arm over your shoulder, leading you to the now 'safe' pay line.

You sat down with Sooho at your usual table as you watched Sooho eat, scooping from the mountain of rice on his tray and stuffing it into his mouth, not forgetting to pick up meat right after.

"How are you always stuffing your face, but you never choke?" A voice asked as Sieun took a seat next to you, across the empty seat on Sooho's right.

"The art of devouring is not something easily learned, top student of the country," Sooho announced as if he was an emperor from the Joseon period as he raised his head proudly.

You turned to Sieun as you ignored your boyfriend's strange antics, "I heard you got called to the office just now".

"It's because of the new student, Oh Beomseok. We went out with him, and stuff happened. it's alright." Sieun responded short as he dug into his normal portioned food.

You watched as Sooho finished the entire plate of food, not leaving a single crumb. You were satisfied that at least in between Sooho's crazy schedule, he could at least eat a normal school lunch and talk to his friends.

Sooho sat on his motorbike as he had your bag slung in front of him, the brightly coloured bag standing out as compared to his black coloured bag behind it. He had two bags slung in front on purpose, so you could lean onto him comfortably, but he'd never admit that.

"Let's go, or you'll be late to your calligraphy class and then Miss So will be mad at me," Sooho made a sad face as you chuckled at the boy's 'TT' pose under his eyes.

Miss So was your calligraphy teacher, and she taught you calligraphy one-on-one, due to the fact that you were further ahead and way more advanced that the other students who had just joined, unlike you who had been doing calligraphy for years. She had taken a liking for the boy, at her age of 72, she said that 'he's a good boy, and the both of you compliment each other'.

You got onto the motorbike as you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the sythethic material against your arm as your back was on your boyfriend's chest. Sooho smiled, his cheekbones high as he revved the engine.

"Let's go, Mrs Ahn!" Sooho announced as he drove the motorbike down the hill. It was your favourite part of the whole ride. The helmet shielded your face from the wind as the both of you went down the hill from the gate, the crowd of students walking slowly down the pavement.

Sooho, and you always joked that once the both of you get married, he'll have to get a car licence, or else, there'll be nowhere for your child to sit. Sooho never told anyone but his grandmother, but he never thought of a future without you. Never in his wildest dreams did he think of a time when he'd leave you or you'd leave him. He was working for not only his own future or his grandma's happiness, but also your future together with his. He needed that diploma to get a good job, or at least continue to college so he can support your family in the future.

"You arrived!" The voice of an old lady could be heard as the door of the old style house, that still seemed expensive, slid open, revealing Miss So waiting for you.

"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?" You asked as you got off the motorbike, Sooho's arms around your waist as he helped you off, avoiding the hot exhaust.

"No no, you didn't! Sooho brought you here safe right? Or should I make him write a thousand characters?" Miss So joked as Sooho held a hand to his chest, feigning offence at her words.

"Miss So! I bring my girlfriend safe everywhere! I'm a very good driver and if she got injured, I'll get injured too!" Sooho said as he covered his face, acting as if he was crying into his hands.

"You're a big baby even after you've dated for so many years. Come on, let's start class before your boyfriend clings onto you and won't let you go," Miss So teased as you couldn't help but laugh at her words, turning to see Sooho sulking.

"I'll be right back. Be careful at work!" You waved at the boy as Sooho waved back, putting on his own helmet as he drove off to his part time job.

Sooho didn't expect that what had happened to him, Sieun and Beomseok, would come back to bite him in the ass so fast, but it did.

He was eating the lunch you had packed him in the metal lunch box, in the delivery riders room, watching a video on his phone as he heard a group of high school 'delinquents' walking outside with baseball bats, muttering.

"We're going to teach him a lesson. How dare he report us to the bullying committee? Now, Soo Wong is mad at us, and now we have to do his dirty work. What a cheap," one of the bigger sized boys muttered as they walked in the direction of the back alley.

Sooho never got involved unless needed, but this was a group of close to fifteen boys, and from what he heard, against one? If that boy reported them to the bullying committee, he's a goner.

Sooho tried to forget about it, not wanting to care. He scooped the rice with spam into his mouth, focusing on the food you had packed with your love along with it. He raised the volume of the video, trying to block out all his thoughts, but somehow, it kept repeating in his head. Sooho got up with a loud groan, huffing as he packed his bag and clocked out, walking out of the staff room as he made his way to the back alley.

"Miss So, I'm going to the bathroom for a while," you told your teacher, who was looking at your current piece. Miss So nodded as you swiftly left the class, feeling the stomach ache beginning to creep in. You placed your arms on your stomach as you ran to the bathroom.

It wasn't a good time in there, at all. You got back into the classroom as Miss So looked at you with a worried expression.

"If you're not feeling well, go home! Did you not eat today? I'm telling Sooho if you skip your meals!" Miss So scolded you as you shook your head, grabbing your bag, packing your brushes and paper into your bag as you told Miss So, "I'm going home, I'm so sorry that we had to cut the lesson short! I promise I'll make up for it!".

Miss So shook her head with a smile as you left building, making a turn to Sooho's workplace. You couldn't just leave without telling Sooho, or he'd frantically call you or knock on your door like a maniac after work.

"What the hell...?" You muttered as you peered into the staff room of his workplace to find it empty. Sooho abandoning work? Did something happen?

You couldn't imagine what could've happened to make him abandon work. Was he in danger?

Sooho was up against four guys. The boy they attacked looked half beaten to death. His white uniform was coloured red as his bag was unzipped. It wasn't hard to fight all of them at once, but seeing as one of them looked quite strong, he wasn't sure.

Sooho charged at the first guy, kicking him behind the knee as the boy toppled down instinctively, giving Sooho the chance to land a kick on his side, sending him into the wall. The second guy ran up to him as Sooho saw his right shoulder move, making him dodge to the right as he ended up behind the boy. Sooho landed a kick on his back, sending him forward as his chin landed on the rough floor, enough to have him groaning in pain from the friction. The third guy played dirty as he threw his blazer onto Sooho, trying to block his sight, but sooho knew better as he charged straight into the boy, knocking him with his head as the boy stumbled backwards, giving Sooho the chance to land a punch on him multiple times.

Sooho was too distracted, not noticing the fourth boy already behind him, grabbing him into a headlock as Sooho was pulled backwards. Sooho would pass out at that rate, his vision slowly dotting as he struggled against the guy's strong grip.

A bag flew into the boy's head as Sooho was released from his grip. Sooho turned to see you standing, heaving as you just threw your heavy bag at someone. Sooho stood up as he dusted his hands.

"Looks like my girlfriend is here! Can't leave her waiting! You should all repent for your crimes, it's not good to bully people," Sooho stated, half sarcastic. Sooho picked up your bag and his bag as he turned to the boy who had just been beaten by the bullies, "You should get out of here and report them again. If they still bully you, ask this pretty lady to help you".

The both of you walked back to Sooho's workplace as he turned to you, "Why did you do that? What if they changed their target to you? What would I have done then? That was dangerous. Don't do that again. I'll be the hero, and you can be my pretty girlfriend. "

You raised an eyebrow as you responded, " You shouldn't have to save everyone. If you're saving everyone, who's your hero? Then, I'll be your hero. I'll always take care of you so you can take care of everyone".

You smiled at Sooho as the boy felt like he had just fallen in love with you all over again. It felt like the time when you both confessed again, he was down on his knees for you, and his heart was yours.

"Then I can be your hero, and you'll be mine."

eva : how was it guys? this was so long.. i rewrote it twice.. what do you guys want as a 100 follower special :]

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Jaime Reyes/Blue beetle x reader platonic

Hey everyone, once again thank you so so much for the love and support on these blue beetle fics, It means the absolute world to me, One thing I will say, After this, I'll be taking a slight break from writing blue beetle until I'm able to see the movie. It won't be for long :D But for now, I hope you enjoy it. warnings, Angst but fluff at the end. Word count:1.1k

You and Jaime were tasked to do a speech for your English class at the local Library town meeting. But also Jaime had a date, one he's been looking forward to for weeks. He got so excited that he forgot about the project leaving you alone. A stumbling stuttering mess.

"So... global warming huh ??" You nervously chuckled.

The next day at school, you were beyond mad at Jaime for ditching you for a date. Yes you would understand in some sense he was excited but it didn't give him the right to leave you on your own. Now you were likely gonna fail class.

"Hey y/n.."

You slammed the locker and walked off, not even acknowledging Jaime. He was beyond baffled as to why you stormed off, even ignoring him the whole day. Not even sitting with him at lunch, This was so unlike you.

"Y/n I don't know what's going on with you but can you please tell me.."

"I'll tell you what's going on, You left me on my own to do OUR speech. Our speech alone !!!"

Jaime gasped, realizing what he did.

"Y/n... I'm so sorr.."

"Save it Reyes, !!! You are a complete jerk for leaving me on my own for a date !!."

Jaime never seen you lash out like this. Normally you would never be mad at him, even saying that there was no way you could be mad at him.

"Do you know how embarrassing that was to stand in front of lots of people to deliver a group speech ??"

"Y/n I'm sorry please let me make it up to you please !!"

"Save it Jaime, leave me alone"

You stormed back home. not wanting to be near him, Jaime was heartbroken hearing that. He immediately regretted what he did, you two were meant to do this and he let you down. He had to make it up to you.

You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about what you said, you felt regret. You just yelled at your best friend for a simple mistake. maybe you could call him and apologies.

"Hey y/n can you go down to the store and get a few things for me please ??" You dad called out.

"Sure thing"

After leaving the store with the ingredients in hand, you headed off home. Until you felt chloroform in your breath slowly passing you out. waking up out near the rural part of El Paso, you had a bag on your head.

"Get it off, em," A man with a very deep voice said and it was taken off. you saw 5 armed men and then a bigger man, he was extremely muscular, having a tube on his wrist and a luchador mask. This was bane.

"What do you want..."

"I heard from a friend of a friend that your dad worked in a lab, the best in all of El Paso. So I thought a good idea to have him make my venom" He smirked under the mask.

"If you think that my dad will..."

He then grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and stared at you menacingly.

"You will do as I say cabrón, or do you want me to break you !!!"

You were beyond scared, tears stinging your eyes as you nodded forcefully.

"Good, somebody get a phone out."

Jaime sat at home thinking of an apology, This was a big thing to try and get y/n's forgiveness. He had to make it up to you, his thoughts were interrupted when his abuela gasped at the TV.

"¿Qué pasa abuela?" (What's wrong grandma ??)

The TV was playing a news story about you, and you looked scared out of your mind.

"This... is a message for d/n l/n, Bane has only one request. For you to supply him of his venom, if this demand is not met by midnight tonight. He'll break me..."

Jaime immediately rushed out and activated his blue beetle suit, flying around to find you. He had to save you.

"Scarab scan the area to find y/n"

"From the looks of the news report, y/n could be in the outer parts of town, Be careful Jaime. Bane is a very formidable foe"

"Well, if batman could beat him so can I"

And just like that Jaime zoomed in to save you. He needed to make sure you were ok. Reaching the sight of where you are he made sure he wasn't seen, scarab zooming in and sighting the armed men and bane.

"Holy... He's big"

"Jaime I need you to listen to me..."

Scarab then told Jaime how to defeat the armed men one by one leaving Bane last. He needed to do this and he needed to do this now. So with that he then stealthily took down the guards one by one, leaving only Bane left.

"Well well, 3 hours to midnight, clocks ticking"

You were done for, this was how it ended. you started to cry, without forgiving Jaime.

"I'm sorry..." You muttered

Jaime was now beyond angry, his best friend was being threatened and it was too much for him.

"LET THEM GO !!!" he yelled readying mega fists.

"Blue beetle, we finally meet."

Bane then activated his venom tube and within seconds the venom increased his strength. The two began a huge fight, this was the strongest enemy that Jaime had ever faced. He delivered much stronger punches than the average.

"Enough !!" Bane picked Jaime up and tossed him to a nearby boulder, damaging his suit. He began to walk over to you and picked you up holding you high.

"One more step and I break them !!!"

"Please help !!!!"

Jaime was now getting angry, this has gone on far enough.

"You wanna play rough big guy lets play rough, scarab activate super strength."

"Activating super strength"

His suit glowed a bright blue as he charged at bane punching him square in the jaw, sending him back into a boulder knocking him unconscious. within seconds Jaime rushed over to you.

"Y/n are you ok ??"

"Jaime I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell at you.." You were visibly scared beyond belief.

"Hey hey shhhhh... you're safe now. you're safe."

Police arrived and took Bane back to Arkham Asylum and Jaime brought you back to your place. deactivating his Blue Beetle suit before entering inside where your dad embraced you thanking god you were safe. Ultimately Jaime stayed over for the night to help calm you down.

"Jaime..., I'm really sorry for what I said. I didn't mean to yell at you.."

Y/n... It's my fault, I let my own thoughts get in the way of our project and I almost ruined it for us."

Jaime looked really sad seeing you like this. He got up and hugged you tightly. You returning the gesture and hugging him just as tight'

"I forgive you Jaime..."

No matter what happens, You and Jaime will always be best friends. If the world put you two in the worst scenario possible. You two would still be best friends.

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Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 24: Thanksgiving ✍️

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of babies, guns, sappy moments, some angst (mickey and jinx aka finx are having problems in paradise guys) and all the love of the Dagger family.

A/N: FUCKING FINALLY THE THANKSGIVING CHAPTER IS FINISHED WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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After a sleepless night and a hectic morning rummaging through your wardrobe for something appropriate to wear to a Thanksgiving dinner with the Seresins, er, the Mitchells, you collapse on your bed and sob.

Poor Bradley comes running to you immediately.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t have anything to wear. I’m big. And fat. And ugly!” You whine, covering your face with your hands.

“You’re dumb.” He says, and you raise your head, nose red and wet cheeks staring at him. Your lower lip trembles, and he chuckles. “What I mean is that you’re dumb for thinking that you’re big, fat, and ugly. Maybe you are big, but you have two beautiful babies inside, so of course you’re gonna be a bit bigger. But you’re not fat. You’re actually really hot.”

You frown, pointing a finger at his face. “Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?” He questions, smiling teasingly.

“That one!” You throw a pillow at his head. “That look got us here. Pregnant!”

“Well, it was actually the 2% of uselessness of the condom but- Don’t hit me again!” He grabs the pillow and gets up. “I forgot to give you something. Wait here.”

He comes back with a green maternity maxi dress. It has long sleeves and some flower embroidery. It’s absolutely beautiful. “Is that for me?”

He nods, a shy smile on his face. “You like it? I know my fashion sense isn’t the best, but I think this one is really cute.”

“It’s beautiful, Bradley.” You stand up and kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”

He stays there for a moment, looking at you with warm eyes. “I’ll let you change. I’ll be waiting in the living room, okay?”

“Okay.” You watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him, and you know that if he keeps being an absolute sweetheart, you’ll fall for him.

“Bradley?”

“Yes?” He says, still looking ahead while the main gate of Jake and Red’s house opens.

“That’s Bob’s car. Why is Bob’s car here?” You question. It was supposed to be a family dinner. Bob is family, sure, but this was supposed to be a Mitchell thing.

“Well, maybe he left the car here so Jake could watch it while he and Doc went to see his grandma?” He drums his fingers against the wheel, his leg bouncing up and down.

“You know you’re a horrible liar?”

“No. You’re too good at guessing when I’m lying.” Bradley can’t understand how you do it. Does he have a tic or something that gives away when he’s lying? Does he stutter? Does his voice raise? What is it?

“Don’t lie to me, then.” You whisper, watching as the door finally opens and all the family is waiting at the main door for you. “Wait, they’re all here?”

“I thought you deserved to have a taste of what a Thanksgiving with the family feels like.” Bradley confesses, and you feel yourself tearing up at the idea of Bradley asking everyone to stay home for Thanksgiving.

You know they had plans, they had told you over the past few days. But Bradley somehow convinced all of them to change plans and stay with a random girl that they met a few weeks ago. What an amazing family.

“Surprise!” Red yells, almost running to open your side of the car and opening the door. “Okay so, let me introduce you to some people you may not know.”

Red drags you away before you can even process what’s happening. You turn around, looking for Bradley, but he’s already being pushed into the house by the guys.

“Wait, wait, wait. You went all the way to Hidden Hills with guns on the truck?” You ask, still unable to believe that your friend has killed a man.

Red nods, leaning closer to Jake’s hand that is caressing her hair. This couple has the most stunning relationship you've ever seen. It almost makes you feel jealous. You also want something like that. A healthy relationship.

“When those babies are born, you’re gonna do the most unimaginable things so they can be safe.” She grabs Jake's hand and presses it against her stomach. “Can you tell your daughter that I’m not a ball she can kick?”

Jake chuckles, lowering his head to talk to your belly. “Maeve, please don’t kick Mama or she’ll kick me.” Red smacks the back of his head, making him laugh. “See? I told ya.”

“I gave her the guns. I would have gone with her, but we had to stay back and distract the NCIS agents” Sarge says, grabbing another sandwich. “Doc, these are amazing. I can't stop eating.”

“Thank you! I made them while Bob and Hollie were napping. These two sleep more than me.” Doc says, looking at Bob, who has baby Hollie in his arms. He is standing behind the couch, rocking her back and forth, so she falls asleep again. Hollie is daddy’s little princess, and she only wants to be in her dad’s arms, much to Doc’s dismay. Nine months of carrying her, and she prefers her dad.

Bob looks at his wife, rolling his eyes. “I stayed up late because this little girl couldn’t sleep and you had been taking care of her all day. It was my turn.”

“I know, Robby. You’re the best husband I could’ve ever asked for.” Doc smiles, her eyes filled with absolute devotion. Bob leans over the sofa, kissing his wife’s head.

“It seems like yesterday when they met at my wedding.” Penny sighs, remembering the day.

“You met at Penny's wedding?” You ask, looking at Doc who smiles at the memory.

“Well… Bradley invited me.” She tells you, and you raise an eyebrow.

“You were Bradley’s date?”

“Not exactly. Bradley came with Reuben one day to the ER because Ava wasn’t feeling good. We talked for a bit, and then he blurted out: ‘are you free this weekend’?”

You look at Bradley, playing outside with Mickey and the kids, and somehow you can understand how he managed to find the perfect match for Bob. He’s always taking care of his family, one way or another, always looking out for them. Even if he doesn’t actually verbalize it, he’s always watching. He’s a lot like Bob in that aspect.

“So he asked you to accompany him to the wedding.”

“Because he wanted me to meet this ‘cute friend who needed a date.’”

“He made me look desperate.” Bob adds, kissing his daughter’s forehead.

“You were desperate.” Jake snorts, getting up from the sofa he’s been sitting on for a while. “I’m gonna get the kids inside, I think it’s time to eat.”

“Wait!” You exclaim, louder than intended, earning the attention of the whole room. “Oh, sorry. It’s just that… Bradley and I had something important to tell you."

“It’s the gender?” Frosty asks, getting up from the sofa. She’s an absolute sweetheart, and you can see in her a good friend. You can’t believe she’s the Admiral’s daughter. They’re so different.

You nod, and Samantha and Amelia, who had been playing with their phones at the back of the room, get up and look at each other. “You go get the old guys in the kitchen, I get the ones that are outside playing with the kids.” Amelia says, locking her phone and sliding it into the pocket of her hoodie.

“Deal. I’ll be back with the old timers.” She says as she dashes into the kitchen.

“I said old timer once. Once.” Jake says as he sinks his head into the back of the sofa.

“Some things last forever, cowboy.” Red chuckles, kissing Jake’s jaw.

Amelia opens the glass door, takes a deep breath, and yells. “The Bradshaws are gonna reveal the gender of the babies!”

Mickey gets startled by Amelia’s sudden appearance and falls to the floor. The kids run over to tickle him, and, even though everyone is really interested in learning about the new additions to the family, the moment in front of them is so endearing that they can’t just ignore it. Even Jinx, who had been oddly quiet and ignoring him all day, is now looking at the wizzo and smiling.

Eventually, they all come inside, and the older pilots turn up a bit later. You watch them sit down, everyone finds their place. Mav sits with Penny, kissing her cheek affectionately. Slider, Ice, and Goose stand behind the sofa, knowing that there’s no room for everyone to sit. Payback gets inside with Ava in one arm and Ted in the other, playing with them and making them laugh. When her husband approaches, Sarge opens her arms, ready to take one of the children.

Bob sits with Doc. Javy and Nat walk in the room, and by the look of Nat’s hair, you can guess they have been hooking up in one of the empty rooms. Ames and Samantha sit together, already speculating on the gender of the babies. Frosty sits next to her father, smiling at him. Last but not least, you see Mickey enter the room, looking at the seat next to Jinx and debating whether or not he should sit there. Eventually he sits, looking at her and nudging his leg against hers. She glances at him, a little sad smile on her face.

“Hablaremos luego” He says, kissing her temple softly. Nobody knows what has happened between the two, and no matter how much you've tried to help Jinx be a bit happier, she hasn't said a thing. (We'll talk later)

“Lo siento,” She whispers, and even though the room is quiet enough for everyone to hear her, she switches to Spanish. Clever Jinx. (I'm sorry)

There are different people in the room, different couples with their own stories, but all of them have something in common: they would give everything to protect each other. Jake and Red. Mav and Penny. Bob and Doc. Reuben and Jazz. Javy and Nat. And Mickey and Jinx, even though they don't want to admit it to themselves, and are acting like a couple who can't stay away from each other even when they're mad.

That's the type of relationship you've always wanted. Love. Respect. Protection.

Everything you never had.

Bradley offers you his hand, in case you want some support. You take it, not because you need it, but because you want to. You want his hand around yours. In a romantic way, or in a friendly way? That is something you don't want to think about now.

“Well, yesterday we went to the doctor so Bradley could see the babies for the first time.” You start, feeling Bradley’s hand tightening around yours. He’s excited.

“Did he cry?” Jake asks, looking at you with a knowing smile.

You smirk, feeling the sibling connection between you and Jake that has become stronger in the past few weeks. Neither of you knows what having a sibling feels like, but somehow you two know that you’ll be there for each other. Funny, because you two don’t have biological connections. The only thing that you two have in common is Maverick. “Like a baby.”

“You owe me ten, Goose.” He says, looking at Bradley’s dad.

Goose shakes his head and gets out a ten-dollar bill. “I’m disappointed in you, son.”

Bradley gasps, shaking his head. “Let’s focus on this, please.”

You clear your throat and regain the attention of the family. “We’re having a boy and a girl!”

You see happy faces and tears here and there. Slider and Iceman give money to Goose, apparently they have lost a bet. The girls approach you, ready to toss thousands of names they've been collecting for weeks, in case you need some suggestions for naming the babies.

“Woah, woah. We already know the names!” Your words make everyone in the room stop moving and wait expectantly to hear your next words. “Bradley, I think you should tell them the name of the girl.”

Bradley nods, abandoning your side and standing next to his dad. “Baby girl Bradshaw’s name is… Carole. Carole Wren Bradshaw.”

Goose opens his mouth to say something, but closes it immediately and hugs his son with tears in his eyes. Ice and Slider pat Goose’s back, and you can see Penny rubbing Mav’s back affectionately. Maverick was Carole’s friend, and he also feels emotional about having another Carole Bradshaw in their lives.

“I wanted to honor Mom somehow.” Bradley mutters, tearing up, too. Goose takes a few steps back, wiping his own and his sons' tears

“She would be so proud of the man you’ve become, son. Don’t ever doubt that.” He states, emphasizing every word.

“Okay, enough sappy moments for today, what’s the boy’s name?” Jake says, partially because he wants to know, but also to give the two men some time to recompose themselves.

“Jacob Jay Bradshaw,” you announce, smiling when Jake realizes the meaning behind the name. “Like his uncle.”

“Wait, you’re naming your kid after me?” Red ruffles Jake’s hair, laughing softly. “Why me?”

“Well, at first we thought about Pete,” you confess, looking at Mav. “but with the middle name Bradley thought his initials would’ve been PJ. I didn’t want my son to be called PJ.”

“Pajamas Bradshaw.” Ice says, and you point at him.

“See? Pajamas! Poor kid. So the other option was Jacob.”

“What’s the middle name?” Amelia questions while sitting Liam on her legs.

“Jay. Jacob Jay. We call him JJ.” You smile when one of the babies kicks your belly. “And I think he likes it.”

“Carole, JJ, and Maeve.” Red says, and the smiles spread around the room. “The new babies of the Dagger family!”

“Can we go eat now?” Ava questions, making all the adults chuckle and the kids whine about being hungry. And without further ado, everyone moves to the dining room.

“There you are.”

Jinx stops scratching Milo’s belly and looks up, sighing at the sight of Mickey standing there. “How did you find me? This house is huge.”

“When at a party, find the resident animal of the house, and you’ll find the introvert.” Mickey sits down next to her and watches as the animal leaves to nap on the sofa. “I’m sorry for what I said.”

“I‘m sorry for ghosting you.” She says while resting her chin on her knees. “I still don’t want to talk about that, Miguel.”

“Jesse, come on. You know there’s something between us. Everybody knows it.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to do something about it.” Mickey watches how she hugs her legs closer, as if she could, somehow, become small enough to disappear.

“We can’t ignore it forever. It’s gonna explode in our faces sooner or later.”

“I’ll worry about that when it happens.” She retorts, raising her voice a bit. It’s clear that she doesn’t want to talk about this or even acknowledge the problem.

Mickey sits in front of her, looking in her eyes to find all the answers and all the feelings she’s not giving him. “What are you so scared of?”

Jinx closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, and shakes her head. Why can’t he just let it go? “How long have we known each other?”

“Since we were eighteen.” Mickey responds, not understanding why she’s asking that.

“That’s ten years of my life, Mickey. Ten years of friendship. I can’t risk that.” She lets out an airy laugh, not believing that she has to spell it for him. “Look, if you don’t care about our friendship, that’s okay. But if I try to have something with you and it doesn’t work, that would destroy us. We won’t be able to be just friends again.”

“So now I don’t care about our friendship.” He scoffs, and Jesse refrains from smacking him. “I care about our friendship. But I also care about my heart. And my heart tells me to follow this feeling because I know deep in my soul that I lo-”

“Please, don’t say it.” She begs, covering her face. “Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.”

By the time Jesse’s hands rest on her legs again, Mickey is long gone.

“Can I have your attention for a moment, please?” Jake asks, rising from his chair. After dinner, all the adults moved outside, to enjoy the calm and peaceful November night. Conversations die slowly, all gathering around Jake and Red, somehow everyone seems to know what’s about to happen.

Once he has all the attention he wants, he kneels in front of Red, holding her hands in his, and kissing her knuckles before taking a deep breath.

But before he can even start, Red covers his mouth with one hand, and smiles. “Jake... We’ve been here once, in this same situation, you are about to ask me to marry you, and I am excited to say yes. The first time, it didn't work out for us. Not because we didn’t love each other, because we did. We loved each other a lot. We weren’t allowed to love each other. I don’t want to do this exactly as we did the first time. I want to do it differently and I want to do it right.” She takes a deep breath and laughs nervously. “Is not as easy as it looks, you know.”

“Oh, I know. It’s worse when you can’t know for sure if you’re gonna get a yes.” Jake says, chuckling softly.

“When I met you, I had no idea how much my life was about to be changed, but then, how could I have known? This that we have, is something that happens once in a lifetime. That’s why even when we had to be apart for three years, we never stopped hoping that, somehow, life would bring us together again. When you came into my life, I realized that what I had always thought was happiness couldn’t compare to the joy you brought me. You are not only the father of my children and an important part of my life, but also a part of everything I think, and do, and feel, and with you by my side, I believe that anything is possible. Even go on a suicide mission to save our kid. You are, and always will be, the love of my life. And I don’t want to spend a day without you being my husband. So, even though I can’t kneel down, I want to ask you: Jacob Mitchell, will you marry me again?” Bradley gets a small red velvet box from the pocket of his jacket and gives it to Red.

She opens the box, revealing a black ring. “Thanks for helping me, Bradley.”

“Anything for you, Commander.” He watches the stunned expression in the room and raises his arms in disbelief. “I do know how to keep secrets, okay?”

“And you’ve proven that to everyone.” Jake says while looking at the ring. “Do I have to put it myself?”

“You haven’t answered my question.” Red rolls her eyes and gets the ring out the box.

“Of course I want to marry you, sweets.” Jake gets the blue box from his jacket and opens it to get the ring. “How did you find out?”

Red laughs, placing the ring on Jake’s finger. “Liam found it. He said that you hid something in Maeve’s room. So I went to look. I honestly thought they were Liam's birthday presents."

Jake takes Red’s hand, sliding the ring on, and leans in to kiss her passionately. “You’re always trying to win, right?”

“I won a long time ago, Jake.”

The soon-to-be married couple hugs each other lovingly, and the rest of the family goes to them to hug them and congratulate them.

You stay seated, watching the scene from afar, wondering how it feels to be loved by someone who will marry you once, divorce you to save you, and risk everything just to be with you again. Are you envious of that kind of love? Perhaps. Who wouldn’t?

Bradley sits next to you, kissing your temple and offering you his hand for you to grab. “I know. Their love is something I’ve never seen before. It somehow reminds me of my parents.”

You trace the lines in the palm of his hands with your fingertips, listening to his words. “Did they love each other?”

“So much that it hurt. My dad used to dance with her every night when he wasn’t deployed. Always the same song.”

“Which one?”

“Right here waiting by Richard Marx. It was kind of their song.” He admits, feeling a tightness in his chest. “I want what they have.”

“I’m sure you’ll find it, Brad.”

He looks at you, his shiny eyes full of hope and determination. “Someday, I guess. Maybe it's right there in front of me, and I just can’t see it. Or maybe she can’t see it.”

He whispers the last sentence, knowing really well that those words are for you, but what are you supposed to say? You can’t just have a relationship with him when there are two babies in the way and a psychopath looking out for you.

It’s not the time for romance.

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Get out of bed, Kokichi!

((This fic contains Kokichi being upset about his body, I also wrote this a year ago so idk it’s probably outdated… anyways. This blog is for me to dump all my non-posted Danganronpa fics on AO3 cuz I don’t wanna post it on my main acc.))

- [ ] It was dark outside, and everyone was getting ready for bed.

- [ ] Kokichi wasn’t though. Worry tripled down in his throat, making it feel like there was a ball keeping him from breathing through his lungs. His brain felt like it was shaken around and bruised.

- [ ] And the dumbass mirror in the bedroom he didn’t even sleep in.

- [ ] Kokichi sighed; looking at his body through the mirror.

- [ ] It felt even worse then he was in the hospital, but it couldn’t even be half as bad. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset.

- [ ] In the killing game, he could be rude whenever he wanted, he could steal, lie a bunch, and easily slip out of others grasps. Well, Sometimes. But now he couldn’t do any of those, now he tries to be nice whenever he can find anything that comes to mind. He still lied but not as much especially with Kaitos grandpartents and… Kaito.

- [ ] He could say that he’s gotten soft, literally. In fact anybody could say that.

- [ ] His ribs weren’t that noticeable anymore when he stretched, counting the fact this his tummy was easily seen, squishing a bit when he sits down, his bellybutton more deep than it used to be. His thighs, to Kokichis discomfort, rubbed together a bit when he walked, and his face even looked rounder than it should. He could hardly get away from Kaito when he’s tickling him.

- [ ] God, he could barley even get out of bed without it feeling like somewhat of a hassle. Kokichi felt lazy, constantly. Always wanting to take some sort of nap at Kaitos home. Kaitos grandma or so he calls ‘meemaw’ is a great baker, and so is Kaito. Whenever Kokichis in a mood he doesn’t think twice in stuffing his stupid face with the delicious treats he’s sure he only eats himself. He hated it. But they were always there. It’s always the feeling after eating the treats he feels bad.

Kokichi suddenly heard a soft knocking on the door. “Hey Kokichi… I don’t really have a bedtime or anything, so I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie together.”

Kaitos voice whispered softly, Kokichi panicked. Kaito couldn’t see him like… *this*. He looked stupid. Too disgusting.

Kaito was starting to open the door, the shorter boy didn’t know what to do. He scrambled under the covers immediately to hide himself. The door creaked, leaving Kaito to let himself walk in Kokichis unused room. “Heyy.. you asleep, buddy?” Kaito questioned softly. Though Kaito knew Kokichi was most likely awake. The lamp light was on and Kokichi could never bring himself to sleep in an actual bed.

Kaito walked over and sat next to the rounded lump under the covers. Patting a hand of his on the shorter boys blanket covered back.

“You know, I got some left over snacks we could have together. The movies reaally good! I saw the reviews and the trailer, I think you’d enjoy that. Plus you could also sit on my lap again if you want and…” Kaito trailed off, something didn’t seem right. It didn’t make sense for Kokichi to hide under blanket covers out of all places, especially in a bed. He’d usually hide *under* the bed if anything. Even though Kokichi didn’t like small places he likes fitting himself into snug places like those. Unless Kokichi wasn’t trying to hide.

“You okay Kitch?” Kaito pulled a bit at the blanket Kokichi was hiding under, Kokichi grunted and went deeper under into the abyss of blankets.

“Ohh, are we playing a game?”

“..No.” Kokichi choked out, muffled by the blankets he pulled himself into. Slowly grabbing his knees and making himself into a ball of shame.

“Ah, okay.. are you alright? You don’t sound very happy. Can you be honest? Cause’ I don’t mind helping you for some good old cuddles man!”

Kaito sneaked his hand in and squeezed a little bit of Kokichis chubby flesh. But Kaito was completely oblivious to it.

Kokichi hated it. So much. What if Kaito just leaves him after the taller boy sees his tubby structure?

Kokichi grabbed Kaitos hand and pushed it away. With guilt. Kokichi didn’t know why he felt guilty. Maybe it was the fear that Kaito was just making fun of him. And maybe it was Kokichis fault all of this happened. He didn’t know anything. But so many possibilities creeped up his mind.

Kokichi pushed Kaitos hand all the way out of the covers.

Kaito only became more confused, what was it that Kokichi was upset about?

Kokichi only huffed and moved away.

Hugging himself, and sucking his tummy in. It doesn’t help though. It doesn’t make him look any different. His body was still round and soft. He could still grab a handful of chub from his stomach.

Why couldn’t he be the way he used to be. He was fine with that. Now he felt insecure. And useless. He didn’t care if it wasn’t healthy. At least he didn’t feel as bad, right?

Suddenly two hands took hold of his waist. Pulling Kokichi from under the covers.

Kokichi felt the hands squeeze a bit at the side of his tummy, though Kaito didn’t notice anything different; it was probably because of Kokichis shirt. Hiding anything wouldn’t last long, though.

Everything Kokichi hides rises up and comes to the surface eventually. Kokichi trusts kaito enough for that. More than he used to, which makes Kokichi just hate this even more.

Kokichi was now out of the blankets. He looked like a cat being held all stupid. Kokichis arms up, his whole torso visible.

“Cmon dude! Just tell me, it’s fine. You know, you don’t have to hide anything anymore. You’re safe here.”

Kokichi gave Kaito that guilty side eye.

“GH.! It’s- it’s nothing, really.”

Kokichi slipped down Kaitos lap unintentionally. Making himself in a laying position in Kaitos lap on his bed.

Kaito saw Kokichis shirt ride up a bit.

“Oh well, alright. Also your shirt is a littl-“ kaito was about to pull down Kokichis shirt.

“AUAAH NO- NONO I CAN FIX IT MYSELF.”

Kokichi sat up immediately interrupting Kaito, freaking out to think of Kaito hating him if he suspects even one thing more squish-able then it used to be.

“Hm? What? You trying to keep me from touching …” kaito hugged Kokichi from where he was sitting, pulling Kokichi in his arms. Kokichi couldn’t move at all like this. He was. Very trapped.

And the fact that Kaito only had to use one of his arms to keep Kokichi in place scared him. Kokichi wasn’t escaping.

Kaito patted Kokichis tummy. The shorter boy jolted up, all the hairs on his body suddenly going straight up by the sudden sensation. It tickled.

Kokichi held back a laugh, but Kaito only grabbed at Kokichis soft side and hugged Kokichi closer to him. Kokichi would kick Kaito if he was facing the right direction.

But kaito got Kokichi in a horrible position.

“whuut~? Is it youwr whittle tummy~? You downt want mwe to squish your adorable wittle tummy~?” Kaito babied Kokichi, now poking his fingers around Kokichis belly button.

“pFUAHAHAHASV KAITOSHAHAHA-” Kokichi lost his breath quickly, falling out of Kaitos arm and flopping onto the bed.

Kokichi felt drool at the side of his face already. His face flushed.

The little chub felt a hand grasp beneath his unnoticeable ribs, and started squeezing the pudgy spot.

A wiggly smile plastered quickly on Kokichis face, as he rolled on his back to get away from Kaito. He only felt the taller boys large hands take hold of Kokichis shirt. Kokichi suddenly felt panic consume him, Kokichis eyes grew wide and immediately he tried to crawl away, but in order to do that he’d. Need to roll over. Disappointing that rolling is the only thing he can do here other then laughing.

But Kokichi was stuck in Kaitos Hands.

Kaito pinned Kokichi down in the spot he was in, with a genuine smile on his face.

Kokichi was stuck with his tummy completely vulnerable. He guessed this is where the truth of why he was upset comes to the surface.

Kaito slowly pulled up Kokichis shirt, the shorter boy squirmed in response in an attempt to get away. But he physically couldn’t. It tickled when his own shirt traveled over the small hairs on Kokichis stomach. Kokichi only could giggle helplessly in between trying to tell Kaito not to.

“Ahauzhs.. aha.. AH KAITO NO- NoHAHAH”

Eventually Kokichis bare, soft, and pudgy tummy was completely exposed to Kaito.

But kaito didn’t react. His face was unreadable. Kokichis face was taken over with fear. He looked away with embarrassment. Now Kaito thought he was some gross animal, huh. But instead.

Kokichi felt a poke at his soft stomach. And then a squish. Then he felt two warm hands prod and squeeze his belly.

Kokichi was no longer restrained. But he still felt like he couldn’t move. The purple haired looked down at Kaitos hands.

He only kept squeezing Kokichis middle. Kokichi was confused, but he was also embarrassed. What was Kaito doing?

Nothing hurt, but it definitely felt strange.

Kaito poked and hugged him tightly often but this time it felt like Kaito just witnessed something he never even saw before.

“..how long have you been hiding this?..”

kaito said in almost a whisper, as if his mind were blown by this.

“..uh. I dont know.” Kokichi huffed, then rolled over on his stomach making Kaito take his hands off of Kokichis tummy.

“Awh.. Oh Right! The movie- can we please watch it together?” Kaito pleaded, Kokichi could feel Kaitos puppy eyes on him.

Kokichi only grunted in the sheets.

“..fine..”

Maybe being chubbier was just an excuse to get touched more often.

That’s what Kokichi thought now, anyway.

#danganronpa kokichi #drv3 kokichi #kokichi ouma #kokichi headcanons #kokichi fic #kokichi x kaito #oumota #chubby kokichi fluff #Kokichi tickles

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hoodievixen · 1 year

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With My Own Eyes - Part 6 - Full Moon (Dream of the Endless x OC)

Based off of this

Summary: Morpheus just wanted to keep his soulmate safe. She just wanted to make her own decisions. Doesn't help that he doesn't show her his face.

Words Count: ~ 1.5 K

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, witchcraft, bad grammar and even worse spelling, !Comic Spoilers!

A/N: It took me so long to write like the last thousand words. But I got it done. Happy Holidays!

Tag List: @intothesoul @ poemfreak306

Master List

Dream was concerned. Lily had yet to come greet him that morning. Lately, even if she had plans or if he was busy, she'd come to wish him a good day shortly after getting up. But it was late afternoon and Sibyl was no where to be seen. She had also turned in early the night before. Dream saught her out, wanting to assure she was safe.

Lily had yet to leave bed, however she was not asleep. She layed there stiffly, eyes squeezes shut, face scrunched into a scowl. "Are you unwell?" he softly ask. Clearly it was so, but he learned Sibyl was a bit unpredictable, so it's best to clarify.

"It's nothing new," she said softly, as if talking any louder would cause more pain. "Could you do me a favor and get rid of the light. I have a splitting headache."

It took Dream only a moment to close the blind, and for the ceiling to become something that didn't mimic the sky. What light there was was just the sunshine slipping through the gaps of the curtains.

Morpheus approached Sibyl, crouching down next to the bed to see her face. Her eyes had opened and was staring at him, though it didn't appear she was focusing her gaze on anything. "Is there anything else you wish for me to do?" he asked brushing stray hairs out of her face.

It appeared Sibyl was going to shale her head, but knew it better not to just moments before. "No," she answered simply. Lily hadn't moved a muscle since Dream arrived. She stayed in her stiff curled up position.

But her hands, tucked close to her chest were moving. Her fingers were slowly curling in only to slowly curl out. It a a methodical movement, matching her breath. This was something she was practiced in.

"May I ask what is ailing you?" Dream wondered. Healing was not one of his capabilities, but he was able to provide assistance in any way he could.

Her eyes slid closed once again. "Magic has a price, and this is mine to pay," she explained.

Dream thought back to the conversation he had last evening with Matthew. He had asked her to show him some magic. Other denizens of the Dreaming saw as well, and wanted to see more. Lily had spent most of the afternoon preforming magic. It was his people who cause her current condition, he would help how he could. "And what price might that be?" He needed to know what was wrong to be able to help.

"Pain," Sibyl said in a groan. "Pain and tightness in my joints and muscles, making it hard to move. It's never been this bad before."

If Dream had breath it would have been caught. He knew for human magic had a cost, but never knew how big a cost it would be. The witches get their magic from their connection to the nature around them. The nature of the dreaming was very different to the nature of the waking world. Surely preforming magic here would take a larger toll on the one preforming it. Had Dream realized this earlier he would have forbid her from doing Witchcraft. From letting herself get in such a state.

Morpheus slipped his hand into Sibyl's holding her fingers open. "Is the price always this steep?" he asked softly.

"It's the price I chose," the witch confessed, "My grandma lost her hearing and my aunt could no longer walk. I didn't care how hard anything got, as long as I didn't loose anything."

She was a stubborn human. "You chose to continue to pay a price you could have payed once?" Dream pointed out, almost scolded.

Lily let out a soft and painful laugh. "Hey, everyone going for subscription plans these days. I was just ahead of the trend." She curled her fingers into his, grasping at his hand.

Morpheus was amazed by the fragile hand curled around his own. "What can I do to help?" He kept his voice soft.

"I got it," Lily assured him, "I just have to stretch, it's just hard to start."

He let out a sigh in disappointment. "There is no harm in asking me for help," Dream reminded her, "There is nothing I shall ever hold over you."

Dream moved slowly and with gentle intentions. His one hand stayed curled with her's. His other slipped under her elbow, slightly prompting it up. "Stop me if it hurts," he told her, while slowly starting to bend her arm as her elbow.

Lily scrunched up her face and pressed her lips together. Though she showed no other signs of pain.

Dream held her arm at ninety degrees for a moment before slowly moving it back down. With the blanket now shifted off her arms he could see that she wore short sleeves, something she had yet to do around him. Dream saw all the tattoos that covered her arms, from quotes to little doodles she might come to regret. But what caught his attention the most was is own name, Dream of The Endless, Lily's soulmark.

Dream had almost forgotten the fact on that was what brought them together. He had come to enjoy and crave Lily's company. It felt like he had her around cause he wanted her there, not for the fact they were fated partners.

But it was still love. Something he has never had any luck in. Dream didn't want to loose Lily, and would do anything to assure he wouldn't.

Sibyl's finger grew tighter around his fingers. It was not a tight grip due to the weakness in her fingers, but it was stronger than before. Dream was reminded of what he was doing.

"I don't remember the last time I had someone do this," she confessed. "The last time someone helped. I always needed to deal with it on my own."

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Just cause Sibyl could move did not mean she wanted to. She made herself shuffle about the room, stretching as she went. After enough movement she retrieved her jacket from where she ladt discarded it. She then flopped down onto the couch prepared not to move from that spot for a while. She started digging into her deep pockets. Why have a purse when you have pockets?

In the left pocket was her keys, spare headphones, a broken phone charger, an empty pack of gum, a receipt from grocery shopping from five months ago, as well as a pile of loose change.

"What are you looking for?" Morpheus asked upon seeing the pile of object taken from her jacket. He sat down a cup of tea I front of Sibyl.

"I keep a bottle of pain meds in here somewhere," she told him. Her right pocket held a half off coupon for canvases that expired the week before, a thin wallet for her cards and a few pound notes, a pack of tissues, a single pad, and a mini note book that was both torn and water stained rendering it practically useless.

Morpheus sat down on the other end of the couch. "I could have brought them to you," he pointed out.

Sibyl shook her head going to the pockets in the lining of her jacket. "I have a rule that I need to get the meds myself otherwise I'll take them and not move and get stuck in a visiohs cycle of doing nothing," she explained, pulling at the last few items. First was a small amulet to ward of curses, an amithyst, a few pressed flowers, the knife she had drawn at Morpheus at their first meeting, and, finally, a small white bottle with a fading label.

Sibyl was quick to take a pill, washing it down with the warm cup of tea.. She leaned back into the couch, letting the beverage's heat soak into her hands.

"How is your hand?" Morpheus asked. Lily noticed his attention was stuck in her knife. The same knife she used to cut herself to make the circle for the teleportation magic.

Lily looked down at the cup of tea surrounded by her hand. "Oh, it's fine," she shrugged, "I tend to heal pretty quickly for stuff like that.*

"If I may ask," he started, reaching for the lengthy dagger. "Why do carry around such a thing?" Morpheus pulled the blade from its leather cover.

Sibyl let out a soft groan. "Well it was a gift from a friend. It was her way of showing she cares. I'd tend to get myself into precarious situations, and she was familiar with my hesitence to preform magic, so she wanted me to have any other way out. One side is silver and the other side is iron, so it can hurt pretty much anything."

Dream returned the knife to where it once was. He had hoped it was just for a precaution, for worries and not because of things that had already happens. It wasn't so. It was nessicary for her. She needed another way to protect herself. Lily was human, who die so easily, where her magic causes her pain. He should always be there to protect her.

#dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #The Sandman #sandman comics #morpheus x reader #morpheus x original character

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fiiyerotigelaar · 3 months

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oh my god. this is so long but this was literally me last night:

last night was my grandpa’s birthday dinner and in the midst of it i got a text from austin that was incredibly upsetting and clearly worded to start a fight via text (his favorite thing!!) and i was trying to quietly manage it and respond but my mom loudly said “no texting at the table” in this saccharine chirpy mother voice…i said “mmm maybe something you say to your thirteen year old at the family table and not to your thirty year old in crisis mode”

and to everyone else i’m sure it came off bitchy and snippy but like. my mom is soooo fucking childish in this way that just infuriates me. she’s never coming from a place of genuinely caring and it literally is just her larping a functional and successful parent. which she fully could have done when i was a child but she picked methadone instead of being a mother so like. you don’t get to try to parent me when i already raised myself.

so anyway uhhh been in a situationship for a year now that’s been emotionally draining and borderline abusive and instead of anyone having any empathy or reaching out to talk to me my family all whispers and talks behind my back about it. the one time anyone directly has addressed it was my mom saying “you choose to be with him though so i don’t feel sorry for you and you bring it on yourself” so that’s. an incredibly cool and loving response from your mother

like, i leaned back in my chair so my mom couldn’t see my screen and she coincidentally!!!! just happened!!! to stretch at the same time and i set my phone down and she did this four more times before i leaned over and put my hands in front of her and showed her me typing my “please stop gaslighting me and come talk to my face about shit instead of resenting me quietly” message to austin and she blew up on me so i went to the bathroom to cry (and dropped my phone and broke my screen even worse)

and i came back and she goes “YOU WERE GONE FOREVER WHY ARE YOU CRYING THIS IS PAPA’S BIRTHDAY DINNER” ohhhhhhhh my god shut the FUCK up nobody is giving you an oscar for best actress you raggedy bitch

whatever. suffered thru then got home and my bestie holly asked if i wanted to go to dennys and drive around (i didn’t even say anything she just Knows bc we’re psychic queerplatonic partners like that) so i took the opportunity to get some air and talk it out in a space with no judgement and where i could speak without having to mask or censor myself. i asked my grandma if it was okay and she said “i don’t care what you do” in a very casual like, “you’re grown and it’s your choice to go out at 8:30pm on a sunday” type shit so i uhhhh fuckin left like she said i could even after pressing her and saying “if you’d rather i stay home i will”

about 10pm my mom calls from my grandparents land line at the house practically in tears and screaming at me because she can’t find her phone and it’s not at my grandparents who are awake now because she let herself into the house and scared them to fuck and out of their slumber. she tells me i have to come to her apartment and look for it. her phone she lost is now my problem and it’s defcon five level panic attack from her. holly and i literally were listening to her on speakerphone like. the DRAMATICS. the AUDACITY. this woman thinks she’s meryl fuckin streep! yeah that’s really deadass my grown ass MOM a 56 year old!! crying to me from mommy and daddy’s house that she lost her phone!!

i got to her apartment and here’s the thing, for the level of panic and the way she was screaming on the phone about “I TORE THE WHOLE PLACE APART” her purse? on the table untouched. her bed? perfectly made! her couch had all the pillows and blankets in order like a fuckin joanna gaines target ad. not at all “torn apart”. i walked right to her bed and pulled the sheets back and lifted the pillow and there it was! there’s her fuckin phone.

so now i’m Big Time Pissed because there’s no out on that one. if you tore the place apart like you said, you should have found it in your bed. even if you didn’t tear anything up there is no way she could have been laying in bed and not felt her phone under her. she immediately starts bawling and apologizing and retching and dry heaving from crying. she pitifully asks me through sobs while draped over the toilet if i’m going home now and i told her “well yeah, you won. you put on a show and i played my part as the villain just like you set it up” and that just fired her back up but like

you know the “mothers and daughters are wretched mirrors of each other” quote? my mom has no social life. my mom isolates herself and makes no effort to befriend anyone. my mom goes on dating sites just to match with men and immediately make up an ick to avoid having to actually date. literally just clocking in on the apps for attention. so when i go with my friends or i go on dates she will always make some fucking mindwarping comment like “are you sure they’re not sick of you yet?” or “i bet he probably has a girlfriend already”. why. why. WHY. would you say that shit if not for the express purpose of making me doubt myself and spiking my paranoia. personally if i knew my kid had low self esteem and ptsd i would not say that shit. rip to tina but i’m different!

anyway i went home after that and she immediately starts using her phone i found for her to text me to tell me i’m getting yelled at by my logan roy ass grandpa in the morning. he’s 82 and german and had two beers and a shot of tequila the night before having to get up at 4am. i’m fully ready to be out on my ass in the morning ‘cause there’s no conversation with my grandpa where he hasn’t almost blown his voice out. i watch his hands when he hollers and i can tell he wants to beat the shit out of me so bad. i know a man’s tells and i can pick up on the “if this were a different time and i trusted you’d be too scared to charge me with assault i would throttle the fuck out of you”.

reader, i got up at 8am while my grandma was at dialysis and breakfast with my grandpa and immediately started doing laundry and dishes so i could be ready to pack my shit. my grandparents came back from breakfast and did not say a word about last night. in fact, my grandma said “good for you honey i’m happy you’re working on that” when she saw me folding clothes. i spent the whole night in fear of having to flee another home. of losing the only family i have left after leaving my physically and mentally abusive dad in the dust. i was ready to go park my car in the ER parking lot and slit my wrists.

just for everything to be either actually fine or for my grandparents to be over it enough to not even talk about it. literally my mom thinking she’s some clever mastermind that’s going to ruin my life and get me in trouble but in reality she’s just a conniving and bitter bitch that can’t stand to see me have a life outside of being the family therapist/nurse/maid/punching bag.

shiv roy was so me coded when she said “i love you but i cannot fucking stomach you”

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: Eleanor's Apartment PARTIES: Farah Bolden-Landry & Eleanor SUMMARY: Eleanor gets a surprise visit from her younger sister who's hellbent on getting her out of Wicked's Rest. WARNINGS: Mention of substance abuse, depression

Farah Bolden-Landry was a fierce woman who had never backed down from any fight and stood firmly upon what she believed in. She wasn’t easily influenced and she spoke her mind no matter how uncomfortable it might make everyone else. She was Eleanor’s biggest role model and best friend, having taken the older girl under her wing almost immediately after she’d been dumped on the Bolden’s doorstep. She’d gladly invited Eleanor to share her bedroom, had made sure that everyone in the intimidating private school all of the Bolden children attended didn’t hurt a hair on her newest sister’s head, and was the first person Eleanor had ever opened up to about her sexuality.

It wasn’t easy for Eleanor to hide how poorly she was doing whenever it came to Farah. It was simple to put on a cheerful voice whenever her parents called or to send a few smiling emojis whenever the rest of her siblings texted, but Farah was different and at times Eleanor wondered if her sister was also an empath because of her uncanny ability to always know when something wasn’t right. She wasn’t used to others being able to pinpoint her emotional state and it made her skin crawl, ironic since she’d been accused of the very same thing her entire life.

It was because of Farah’s immense emotional intelligence that her surprise visit shook Eleanor to the core - she hadn’t even had time to prepare an elaborate speech about how much she loved her new life in her new town.

“Farah?” Eleanor blinked away the last remnants of sleep and stared blankly at her sister. She’d been ripped from her dreamless slumber at the sound of someone banging on her front door, her cotton pajama set crooked and her hair a rat’s nest. She hadn’t even bothered with her glasses which was why the familiar face was somewhat distorted. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Noon, Elle. It’s noon.” Farah responded in her husky voice and took in the dark circles under her older sister’s eyes (which she’d been successful at hiding from everyone else thus far under a layer or two of concealer) and the poor state of the apartment behind her. It wasn't like Eleanor to let her living space become unmanageable, even as a kid she’d been a neat freak and had insisted that everything had a place. “Mom and Dad gave me a big story about how you’re loving it in this shitty town and you're moving on quickly. They said that your therapy appointments are going well, too. I knew it was all a crock of shit. You’re really pulling off the hot grandma look, by the way.” She motioned to Eleanor’s pajamas with a smirk.

Eleanor frowned up at her sister. “Why’re you here?”

“It’s good to see you too.” Farah pushed her way past Eleanor and took a look around the small apartment. “Are you sleeping on the couch?”

Eleanor sighed, closed the door, and turned to face her fate. She’d thought she would have a lot more time before any of her family thought it necessary to make a house call - she’d obviously been letting her mask slip.

Her eyes landed on the couch with its mountain of pillows and blankets. She couldn’t tell the truth that she was terrified of sleeping in her bed because sometimes it still smelled like Lily and other times she would roll over in the dead of night and swear her girlfriend was lying there next to her, softly snoring like she always did.

“It was just one night.” She busied herself with cleaning up the mess on the couch as a way to avoid looking Farah in the eye as she lied through her teeth. “What brings you to Wicked’s Rest? Shouldn’t you be in Canada with your husband?” Farah had married a Canadian businessman and they traveled back and forth often in order to keep in touch with both of their families.

“He's busy and I wanted to come see my big sister.” The younger woman shared a smile.

“And to check up on me.”

Farah rolled her eyes and flopped down onto the newly tidied couch. “Can you blame me? You’ve been off the grid for a month now and the only things I’m hearing about you are coming from our parents. They’re easy to fool because they want to believe all the things you’re telling them. You know how gullible they are: they gave Dylan another loan two months ago because they still think he’s trying to start up a business even though every time they give him a big chunk of change the local plug gets a new Mercedes.”

Eleanor nodded slowly, her arms crossed over her chest. “So our brother is still struggling with addiction and you've chosen to come here and criticize me because I slept on the couch last night?”

“Not the point and you know it.” Farah responded in a condescending sing-song voice. “Where are all of these friends our parents say you’re making? Are they real or in your head?”

Eleanor scowled and turned to stomp into the kitchen. She needed to keep her hands busy so that she could think through her responses quickly - one wrong word and Farah would have her packed up and on a plane to Canada and there was absolutely nothing she’d be able to do about it.

But her friends were real, she just couldn’t give too much information about them unless she wanted to chance being placed in a padded room while at the same time being specific enough to ensure that her sister knew she wasn’t making anything up. What could she possibly say to Farah? Yeah, my friends are real! And guess what? One of them’s a vampire and the other another undead type. And there was even a water nymph, whatever the hell that is, and she threatened me with a knife before I unknowingly insulted her and she ran off. That wouldn’t go over too well. Her sister knew of her abilities, but she wouldn’t be so open to accepting more than that, even less so if the information was coming from her clinically depressed, recently traumatized sister.

“We’re all adults, they can’t just hang out at my place all day like we don’t have jobs.” Eleanor was surprised to find that her sister was correct about the time but still decided to start making herself breakfast. It was the first time in a week that she’d turned on the stove and let out a deep breath when it went over without a hitch despite being neglected in favor of takeout. “Um… there’s Metzli, we met when they offered to give me some inspiration for my book with their art. They’re an amazing artist, you should see some of their stuff. There’s Ariadne and she’s into ballet like me and she's really sweet.” She was also recently kidnapped, but apparently that’s just something that happens around here from time to time. “Teagan, uh,” although she tried to cover it with a cough the hesitation was noticeable, “Teagan’s here, too.”

“Those names sound made up. Except for Teagan, I kinda like that one. I’m gonna add it to the list.”

At the mention of Farah’s famed list Eleanor spun around and pounced on the opportunity to change the subject. “You two are still trying for a baby? How’re you ever gonna be able to pick a name if you keep adding to that damn list?”

As stern as she was, Farah was unable to stop herself from smiling in response to her sister’s enthusiasm. “Our efforts and the list are still going strong. Mom also offered to get me in touch with all the people they worked with just in case -”

“You’re gonna be able to have your own, sometimes it just takes a little bit of time.” Eleanor interjected when she felt the shift in her sister’s mood turn darker. “Don’t even think about that yet because it’ll just add stress.”

“But we also have to be realistic. And adoption isn’t bad at all, look at how we ended up because of it.” Farah looked over her sister again and Eleanor shifted uncomfortably at the pangs of guilt and pity that were directed towards her. She didn’t want either.

She turned back to the stove and a comfortable silence fell over the apartment, though she could feel that her sister was trying to find something to say that would convince Eleanor to leave with her. It would all be in vain, of course, but she would try as she had multiple times before.

“Elle…” Farah started and Eleanor looked over her shoulder, her jaw set and ready to protest, but she immediately melted when she saw the tired, concerned look on her sister’s face. “We’re worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” She transferred the finished eggs onto a serving plate before she moved to the small desk she’d tucked into the corner of the living room and picked up two large notebooks to show Farah. “I’m working and it’s taking everything out of me, but that’s good! I’m researching and getting out of my apartment and meeting people -”

“For work.” Farah held up her hand to stop Eleanor before she could continue on her rant. “You’re researching and leaving your apartment and talking to people for work. You need to have people over just for fun, or go out and do something that doesn’t involve getting information for your next project. Hell, just go and get some coffee.”

“I’m always getting coffee!” Eleanor felt the frustration bubble up and out of her before she could stop it and she threw the notebooks back onto the table. “I’m always trying but there’s no results so no one sees that, Farah! I leave my apartment and it feels like the entire world is gonna come crashing down on me. I meet someone new and I have to decide whether those feelings that I’m having are actually mine or if I’m just experiencing whatever they’re feeling. I go to get coffee and I have to fight the urge to just drop to the ground because it’s so… loud.” Tears that she hadn’t realized had built up in her eyes spilled over and she swiped angrily at them. “She’s not here to help me anymore. I don’t get to have her around and have her calm me whenever things get bad and I don’t think people understand how awful that is because she’s not just gone, I feel her every single day and she’s terrified and in pain constantly. She’s here, in my mind, but I can’t see her or talk to her, but she’s there just out of reach. Every day, from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. I feel everything! And the only advice I can get is ‘get out of the house’ or ‘make some friends’. I can leave the house, but she won’t be out there, and I can make some friends, but they won’t be her.”

Farah seemed frozen for a moment until she was finally able to get to her feet and cross the room to her sister. She gently wiped the tears from Eleanor’s cheeks and tapped the tip of her nose like she would do when they were younger.

“Not once have you said her name out loud - you can’t, can you?”

And there was no reason to argue because it was true. She could type Lily’s name while speaking with people online, but she couldn't bring the name to her lips. She thought life itself would end should she call out and receive no response.

“Come back with me, you’ll have your own side of the house with an actual office and everything, you won’t even have to see me and Daniel if you don’t want to. And when we have a kid… I’ll make sure to keep them away from you until they’re able to self-regulate their emotions. A baby would probably be a nightmare for you now that I’m thinking about it.” Farah straightened Eleanor's pajamas and quickly ran her fingers through the mess of hair atop her head, always the caretaker despite being the younger of the pair. “Everyone would be able to breathe a little bit better if they knew you were with us - or at the very least go home, Mom and Dad would probably die of happiness to have you back.”

Could she leave? She wouldn't want to move back in with her parents because she would be smothered. Her parents had always been concerned about her, but Lily’s disappearance had really amped it up. Eleanor knew that she would never know peace should she return to the Bolden household. But she could live with her sister, without a doubt, and happily at that. Farah was good at giving people space because she required a lot of it herself and she wouldn’t feel the need to check in every hour on the hour, maybe once or twice a day if she’d noticed Eleanor hadn’t left her room for food. It had been extremely easy for the two to share a room when they were teenagers and even though Farah was a little messier than Eleanor liked, they compromised nicely and were able to coexist without driving each other insane.

“You won’t be alone anymore.” Farah added, mistaking the faraway look on Elenaor’s face as her trying to come up with some excuse as to why she should stay.

Eleanor shook her head. “I’m not alone.” She was lonely but not alone, and even that could be fixed with a simple message to either Metzli or Ariadne. She knew either one would be at her front door the moment she confessed she needed them. But that was the problem, she didn’t want to bother them.

“Right, your friends with the weird names.” Farah sighed and took a step back. “Just think about it for me? We could have you packed up and out of here before the end of the week, promise. Only the best for you and absolutely nothing less. I really think that you need to get away from everything that reminds you of what used to be - I mean, what're you even doing here?"

Although Eleanor would have loved to say that she hadn’t been swayed by Farah’s promises she had to admit that the woman had offered an appealing deal. What was she doing in Wicked’s Rest? She couldn’t find a missing person all on her own, especially not now that the police would be no help since they’d determined that Lily wasn’t missing at all but had instead just ran off.

She pulled Farah into a hug. "I'm going to stay, even if it's just a little while longer. I promise I'll be in touch more and be more honest about what I'm going through - with you, not our parents. They don't need to be anymore worried."

Farah let out a short sigh and hugged her back. "You have six months, if you haven't gotten better by then you're coming back with me. I'll have it court ordered and everything, don't make me cause a scene."

And if there was one thing Farah didn't joke about it was causing a scene. Eleanor immediately felt the pressure of the deadline: six months to turn her life around, at least enough to trick her incredibly intuitive sister... would she be able to do it?

She had no choice but to try.

#wickedswriting #writing: an ultimatum #writing: solo #substance abuse tw #depression tw

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beomgyw · 2 months

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THE BOY IN THE DARK

you chose to say home

if you're new here, go back to the beginning !!

so, you grab your smokes and throw on a hoodie, sneaking out onto the balcony for some alone time. you're glad to discover that, unlike in seoul, the stars are perfectly visible here.

you're just about to lean over the balcony to see what's going on when you hear a voice, a bit desperate sounding, saying, "huening-ah, come on! i never ask for anything!"

and from the content of the message, it could've been yunjin. but the voice was male.

then, a frustrated "fuck it" is followed by rustling in the nearby tree branches. your eyes go wide as you see a hand emerge from the foliage, gripping the fence of kai's balcony. slowly, a figure emerges—a boy, his features all shadowed by the night. you squint, trying to see better, but all you can make out is his silhouette against the moonlit sky.

"are you trying to rob us?" you blurt out.

you lean over the balcony, trying to get a better look. "shit, are you okay?" you call out. "wait, i'm coming down!"

without wasting a moment, you dash down the stairs and out of the house, where you find the boy, grimacing and clutching at his knee.

"is it bad?" you ask.

he meets your gaze. "agonising."

"let me take a look," you offer, even though you know your medical skills are pretty much non-existent. it's just something people say, right? you breathe a sigh of relief when you discover it's just a bloody wound – painful, yeah, but nothing too serious.

"thank goodness," you mutter, "i'd probably pass out if it was worse, like a bone sticking out or something."

you chuckle. "well, wanna come inside? i'm definitely no doctor, but I can at least offer some sanitizer or slap a band-aid on that."

"um… y-yeah. sure, yeah," he stammers before following you into the house.

"you know who i am?" he asks, sounding surprised. he doesn't seem thrilled about it. like he doesn't like being recognised, specially by you, who knew him only during middle school. you get the feeling.

"yeah, i remember you swinging by to help grandma with her garden when she got the injury... and we used to be in the same class. plus, yunjin mentioned you... she gave me a brief introduction to huening's friends, really. so I just kinda put two and two together..." you start explaining, but then you spot a trickle of blood on his leg. "oh, hold on, let me grab the first aid kit... i'm sure grandma keeps it in the same spot..."

"is that a good thing?"

"i don't know yet,"

"well, I'm not that fond of my middle school self either," you confess, a wry smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you focus on cleaning the blood from his leg.

he watches you work in silence, his thoughts swirling beneath the surface, until he finally speaks up. "you were cool," he says, his voice soft. "i always thought you were cool."

"not everyone thinks the same," you reply modestly, though a warmth blooms in your chest. "do you remember park jintaek?"

"do i remember beelzebub? yeah, how to forget..." he groans, a faint chuckle escaping him.

"well, i ran into him on the train earlier today, and it was like being thirteen and miserable again," you confess. "so, i think i understand what you mean. i just hope that's not the feeling i'm giving you... you know, of absolute horror."

"no way," he shakes his head, a genuine warmth shining in his eyes as he meets your gaze. "never." he adds with a smile, though his face then changes to a more serious one. "was jintaek that bad? i mean... he didn't cross the line, did he?" he asks. and that's just the gentler way to phrase it he could come up with. essentially, what he means is, "what did that dumbass say to you? i'll break his legs."

you wish you could find the right words to respond, but nothing seems to come out right. in your head, everything sounds like either self-victimization or demonizing jintaek, and you're too caught up in your emotions to figure out the right approach.

your expression must have darkened, because beomgyu mutters, "hey, don't let him ruin your summer. huening and yunjin are ready to lay him out if he tries anything..." he hesitates, then adds, "and now me too."

"thanks," you say, flashing a grin, and he returns it. neither of you can see how red the other's ears are under your hair.

when you're done cleaning and disinfecting the wound, you tap his knee, "there you go, done. didn't even shed a tear, you're a tough guy… oh, and would you look at this!" you say, holding up a treasure you just found in the aid kit: a box of hello kitty band-aids. you slap two on his knee, forming a cross. "cutified war scars."

"anyway, i should get going. i've got work tomorrow," he suddenly announces, getting up from his seat.

"yeah, same here."

"oh, you got a job? where at?" he asks with sudden interest.

"just this bookstore near wavecrest beach..." you reply, noticing his face light up for reasons unknown to you.

"cool, that's cool! you gotta grab your coffee at the cuppa corner," he says with a sparkle in his eye. "they make the best one around."

"i will," you respond. "oh, by the way... not trying to pry, just curious... what brought you here in the first place?"

he tilts his head, a grin playing on his lips as he gestures towards his car parked outside. "oh, i was hoping to drag kai along to this... well, let's call it a spontaneous hangout."

you share a knowing chuckle. "well, he's completely knocked out. soju got the best of him."

"well, it was nice talking to you." you say.

"yeah, likewise. sleep well," he smiles, already making his way towards his car. there's a fleeting moment where he seems like he wants to say more, but he ultimately decides against it.

so that just happened. you're gonna go to bed thinking of beomgyu, but you better fall asleep; first day of work tomorrow !!

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sunnyie-eve · 1 month

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11 | Ass kicking

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

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The next morning I was rudely awaken by Bam and Ryan pulling the blankets off me then a buck of cold water really waking me up. "GOD DAMN IT!" I yell at them getting out of bed soaking wet.

"You would win a wet t-shirt contest." Bam chuckles and I didn't even care.

"I'm gonna kill you." I say through my teeth. "Dunn! Eyes up here!" I yell at him so he runs out first then Bam pulls out a camera taking a picture before following. "You fuckers!" I scream running after them not giving a shit I was in a wet tight shirt and underwear. "Margera, give me that camera! Dunn!" I run into the room where they were with everyone else.

"Just let me keep the picture please." He laughs as I try getting to him.

"No!" I rush after and buy since Ryan thought he was in the clear I stop and grab his junk and twist it. He groans in pain and that distracts Bam so I go tackle him. The guys oh as I straddle him and take the camera out of his hand.

"All you had to do was ask, mama." Bam places his hands on my hips so I punch him in the chest before getting up.

"Alex..." Johnny says my name as everyone looks at me.

"Oh no!" I fake like I care. "Yes, you can basically see my tits though my shirt and I'm in my panties. Enjoy it." I fake a smile then go back to my room to get dressed.

A few of us end up going to a dojo where they would be doing a few bits and I was there just to watch. For Bamboo boo Weeman, Loomis, Preston, Chris, and Steve-O get hurt in the butt with the stick. That damn mark after a few seconds, I really understood the pain they had for a bit. Since Johnny didn't take part in that he ends up getting kicked hard in the ribs instead of the chest which I hiss at.

For Ryan was getting his ass kicked by a Woman's Lightweight Champion and he wasn't that nervous till we got to see her practice. "It will be over quickly so you didn't worry." I pat Ryan's back.

"I could sure go for a Miller High Life." He tells the camera making us laugh.

"Oh, you're in so much trouble." Johnny says as Ryan whines.

"In blue corner...West Chester, Pennsylvania... Ryan Dunn." The man introduces him so we applaud for him. "In the red corner... Double-K World Women's Lightweight Champion... Kumagai, Naoka." We applaud for her too.

"I'm about to get the shit kicked out of me by a girl." Ryan looks into the camera.

"To be honest, Alex would have this morning if she wasn't holding back." Chris adds and I agree with him.

We just watch Ryan get the shit kicked out of him and it was hilarious. "Oh, god, my jaw is like two inches to the left." Ryan says as my phone starts to ring. I slightly worry since it was from my parents since it was late back home.

"What's wrong?" I answer the call walking away from everyone.

"You didn't tell me Caiden was allergic to soy. How could you forget to tell me?" My mom raises her voice at me.

"I thought you knew since he was born?!" I shout at her.

"Well I guess I forgot but you should have wrote it down on his meds list." She snaps at me.

"Mom, it is... What did he eat? How bad is it?" I ask pacing around the empty room.

"Well he wanted some ice cream and the one we had was soy based. We didn't know so we had to take him to the hospital." She tell me and I almost lose it.

"Can I talk to him?" I ask calmly and she puts him on the phone. "Is grandma still in the room?" I ask him.

"No, she left to go smoke." You could her he didn't sound well.

"Did you try warning grandma that something was wrong?" I ask him.

"Yes but she told me it was nothing just that dairy upset me stomach. I told her no since I was having trouble breathing and was dizzy, but she told me to go to bed." He starts to cry and I hear her come back into the room. "Put grandma on the phone please. I love you baby."

"By mom. Love you too."

"You are a terrible grandmother!" I yell at her pissed off. "He tells you he can't breath and dizzy and you have the nerve to tell him go to bed? Did you wait for him to blackout and break out in a rash?" I ask and wait for an answer but she talked too long. "YOU DID DIDN'T YOU?!" I hang up and call Chris's mom and tell her everything and that I want her to take him and keep him while I'm away for the movie.

"Are you okay?" Johnny comes into the room.

"No! My mother is terrible! She could've killed my son because she didn't remember his allergy to soy. She had to take him to the hospital because he blacked out is a huge rash. She gave him soy based ice cream and he didn't know it was. He tried telling her but she didn't care he couldn't breathe. I called Chris's mom to go get him so he can stay with them till we get back."

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Breath before you blackout." He grabs me by my shoulders holding me still. "Breath sweetie." He takes slow breaths making me do it to.

"I just can't believe that women. I should have known because how she was with me growing up. I was never the favorite and really wasn't when I got pregnant with him." I move away from Johnny upset.

"At least you can trust and relay on Chris's parents to take care of Caiden while we're gone." He moves hair out of my face.

"How are you feeling?" I step back as I see Ryan enter the room eyeing us.

"Jaw still hurts. I wanted come check on you. I hear you shouting." He walks over to us.

"Just my mom being a terrible grandmother so I had to call Chris's mom to pick him up from my mom." I roll my eyes.

"She didn't remember Caiden has a soy allergy and then didn't care he had a reaction." Johnny adds to let Ryan understand.

"What a bitch. I'm not surprised because of the way she talked to you that day we ran into her at the store." Ryan brings up so I nod my head as Johnny says he'll be right back.

"Sorry for interrupting." Ryan makes a face walking to stand in front of me.

"You didn't interrupt anything. I should actually thank you for stopping what could have happened."

"No! Let it happen. See what could happen." I slap him to shut him up.

"No. I don't want to be in a relationship."

"Then the two of you just mess around while we film." He says making me slap him upside the head.

"No. That won't help my feelings go away, Dunn." I explain so he nods his head with a thinking face.

"What if you two mess around but you also mess around with others so you don't get attached to him?"

"Others? I'm supposed to find random guys everywhere we go?" I cross my arms.

"Or use some of us. We won't mind. Especially Bam." He joke but I knew deep down he was serious at the same time.

"That's not funny." I punch him in the arm. "I'm not getting with any of y'all to get over Johnny."

"Easy. I'm already hurt and I was joking." He rubs his arm when I punched him.

"Where you really though?" I glare at him and he makes a guilty face. "I hate you."

"If you hated me, you wouldn't still be here talking to me baby." He kisses my cheek. "Remember that offer." He winks walking away from me.

"In your dreams, Dunn. And Bam's too!"

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It’s Beginning to look a lot like Christmas—Ashton blurb

So sorry this took so long, had a block, got a case of the Christmas blues but here it is! The last of the 12 days of 5sosmas! Thank you all for reading!❤️

“It’s probably not even going to be that bad but because it’s the first storm of the season everyone is freaking out,” Ashton overhears her on the phone talking to her mother. “Yeah so our flight is canceled…I hate this, I’ve never missed Christmas unless I was sick…yeah, I know…Okay, I’ll talk to you soon.”

When he turns the corner into the living room, he finds her hunched over, body wracking as she cries into her hands. Ashton rushes over pulling her into his arms as she cries into his neck. He kisses her head and rubs her back, he has no soothing words because he knows how much she loves Christmas and spending it with her family. It was supposed to be his first Christmas with her family since they started dating.

“I hate this,” she mumbles into his chest.

“I know, baby,” he kisses her head again before she lifts it. She wipes her tears from her cheeks then starts to tell him all about home.

He listens intently even though she’s been talking about it since October. She tells him how she actually misses the cold of the winter and the snow, the tradition of her favorite meal at her grandma’s house on Christmas Eve. Decorating cookies with her mom, having hot chocolate on Christmas morning as they open presents.

For the rest of the week leading up to Christmas he’s heard their song Emotions on repeat nearly everyday, Michael’s voice is permanent in his head. He knows she’s feeling very emotional whenever she listens to that song because she told him it’s the song that explains her feelings when she can’t. She calls it her Big Sad.

At 8:30 in the morning on Christmas Eve eve, he wakes her up gently with a cup of coffee. She blinks at him then glances at the clock on the wall.

“It’s too early.”

“No, come on, we have to eat breakfast and get going,” he kisses her forehead.

“Ash, our flight is canceled, we have nowhere to go.”

“Trust me,” he grins.

After more coaxing, she finally gets out of bed, eats breakfast and gets dressed in warm clothes like he tells her to do. Ashton makes sure Christmas music is playing in his car as he drives to their destination, y/n is quiet as she tries to figure out where they’re going.

“What is this place?” she asks when she steps out of his car staring at a huge wooden lodge.

“It’s not as cold as you’re used to, but it is snow,” Ashton explains grabbing your hand. “We’re going tubing.”

They buy snowpants and boots then get a tag to put on their jackets. y/n’s not sure how you can have snow in California but the familiar crunch of it under her boot is music to her ears as they trudge to the snow tube line. Families are all around and Ashton selects a two seater tube that is yellow. They fall onto it and scoot along up the hill thanks to the mechanism. He takes photo and video of her as they scale the hill to the top.

They cheer and yelp as they go down the slope, she screeches when the tube somehow turns around and they’re going down backwards. When they roll to a stop, they roll over onto the snow in laughter.

“Let’s go again.”

They don’t leave until early afternoon and she’s buzzed from the coolness of the snow and the exhilaration of going down the hills. He picks up lunch from their favorite bistro near home and then he pulls out another surprise.

“What’s in the bags?” she asks finishing a grape from her meal as he comes out with two grocery bags.

“We’re making cookies and decorating them,” he smiles.

The kitchen counter is full of flour, dough, sugar and cookie cutters. Ashton would reprimand her for sneaking some of the dough in her mouth to nibble on but when she holds her finger up to him in offering, he takes a bite.

“Okay, it’s pretty sweet,” he allows but pulls her against him by the waist (making a handprint of flour on her hip as he does) “but not as sweet as you.”

Their kiss tastes like cookies and love, she leaves a remnant of flour on his cheek as well from their kiss but then break away from the sound of the oven going off. Somehow, they ended up making four dozen batches of sugar cookies. They’re decorated as snowmen, mittens, reindeer, Santa hats, penguins, Christmas trees, angels, and some are just decorated in a fun design with sprinkles.

“What are we going to do with all of these?” she asks staring at the assortment spread across the island counter.

“We can give some away as gifts,” he picks up a snowman and chomps off his head. He groans. “We should open up a bakery, we’re good at this.”

They spend the rest of the day watching movies and eating their cookies and sharing a nap cuddled up on the couch.

On Christmas Eve, they packaged some of their cookies and delivered them to their baristas, her nail place, his yoga studio and then finally at a children’s center. The plan was to go to Michael and Crystal’s for their get together and when Ashton and y/n arrived she was surprised at the food menu.

It’s the dinner she would eat with her family.

“Ash called us as soon as your flight was canceled asking if we could have this instead,” Crystal smiles. “Obviously I said yes, I know what it’s like to miss home.”

“You’re all the best,” y/n wipes at her eyes so the tears don’t fall. Ashton ducks his head to give her a kiss on the cheek.

The night is filled with warm food and warm company with plenty of presents to go around. When the night is over y/n and Ashton eat more cookies at home before going to bed.

On Christmas morning, y/n is the first to wake and she rolls over to wake Ashton up in excitement.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” she pokes his cheek in the spot where his dimple would be, “Santa came.”

“That’s gross,” he mumbles cracking a smile as he opens his eyes.

“Ew! Not what I meant,” she laughs but scoots closer to kiss his nose then his lips. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

They spend ten minutes laying in bed talking about their families and times they could try and visit them both to make up for the missed holiday. Ashton yawns then pats her butt signifying it’s time to get up and open presents. They make hot cocoa together then sit on the floor in front of the tree. They each got the presents the other one wanted.

“This reminds me of when I was little with wrapping paper all over the floor,” she reminisces, staring at the mess in front of them. “My mom would make cinnamon rolls and I’d play with my new toys until it was time to go to my other grandparents.”

“What was one of your favorite toys?”

“I got a green punch bug for my Barbie, I loved that thing. There was a place for a flower decoration and it came with a can of coke to put in the cup holder.”

“I hope our kids will love the Christmas memories we make for them,” he sighs then lifts himself up from the floor pulling her with him. “Let’s make breakfast. Do you want pancakes or french toast?”

y/n stares after him in shock at the comment he just said about their own kids. He said it so casually as if he was talking about her day at work. It filled her with glee that he thought of stuff like that then joins him in the kitchen. She hugs him from behind, her face buried in his back. Ashton twists around so he can hug her properly.

“Thank you for making this feel like Christmas.”

“Anytime my love.”

You smile at each other and he tilts your chin up a little higher so he can give you a proper kiss.

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Freezer Burns | Chapter 8

Chapter Eight (last chapter) | Masterlist

Summary: Coming Home.

Warnings: Fluff, implied Smut, flirting/suggestive content, implied/referenced past sexual assault, apologies, Wayne/Claudia POV, happy ending for everyone

Word Count: 5.5k

He really didn’t have a lot of things to pack up. He places an empty cardboard box on his bed and looks around the room… “there’s nothing I even really want…”

“Your clothes,” Eddie reminds him, pointing at the closet. “And even pack some things that don’t fit, you can hand-me-down them to your little brother.”

“True,” he smiles. “I can’t wait for him to come home tomorrow.”

“What’s the plan look like, again?” Eddie asks, he wasn’t as into the planning as Steve was. He met with Claudia after Grandma Beth to apologize to her and they personally created the whole itinerary to keep Dustin safe and aware.

He knocked on her door softly, hearing a few meows before it eventually opened. Claudia smiled at him, she has gotten to know him really well in the last year, and this wasn’t much different… he just knew the truth now.

She makes little cakes and a pot of tea and they sit together in the living room, her cat in her lap as she pets her for support. The conversation mostly 'how are you' and 'what have you been up to' before he gets into mentioning the elephant in the room.

“I’m really sorry,” he announces. “I hate being related to my father, I hated him even before I knew all this happened… I really don’t want Dustin to look into him or try and build any relationship because my dad has something wrong with him. I don’t think he can love anyone and I don’t want Dustin to suffer feeling unloved like I do.”

She nods along, letting him get it all out before her lips curl up in a smile. “Do you want to hear a story?”

He nods, unsure but willing to go with it.

“Last year after Halloween there was a change in Dusty, I couldn’t quite place it and then he told me. We were having a movie night, watching Star Trek the Wrath of Khan like we do once a month together, and he noticed Spock and his brother Sybok don’t get along and his dad is a complete asshole and he asked me, ‘mom, can I have a chosen family like Spock has on the enterprise even though I have you?’ And I was a little shocked by it, but he went on to explain that his friends all come from difficult homes, be it Mikes parents hating each other, Will’s mom being all alone to raise him and his brother, Lucas’s parents are working 10 times as hard as any family in Hawkins and don’t have as much time for them and your parents are just down right neglectful.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees.

“Then there’s Max whose mom is stuck in an abusive marriage, his favourite teacher Mr. Clarke doesn’t even have a family… he said ‘I’ve kinda made my own family with everyone around me.’ Steve, he has considered you a big brother from the moment you entered his life, and I’m not sure how it happened or if I even want to know, but seeing him happy, seeing him loved, it means the world to me. You’re made up for your father's actions tenfold in the last year alone. You’re everything he needs.”

He tears up, “thank you.”

“I’m going to tell him the truth on the ride home from camp,” she explains. “His friends want to come over to have a little surprise party for him, but I have a feeling he’s going to want to see you right away.”

“I’ll be at work on the first,” he explains. “From 12 till close, so if you want to bring him to the Mall to talk that’s okay, he might need some ice cream.”

She laughs, “it’s a good way to cope with big news.”

“Are we going to let my dad know that he knows?”

She shakes her head, “I don’t want to, I’m going to tell him why… but ultimately it’s his choice to reach out, I don’t think he’ll want to given how much he hates your parents for mistreating you.”

“He’s said that?”

She nods, “he got very upset telling me about it. He said you went out for lunch during Christmas break last year and bonded over being single kids with bad dads… he said it was like he finally got to sign up for the big brothers and sisters program. He loves you, he even asked me if you could move in with us so you’d be better-taken care of.”

“Oh,” his heart swells as a tear rolls down his cheek. “I just wanted him to know he could always talk to me… he got shunned by the girls at the dance and it made me think about how I didn’t have any advice from my dad about how to be nice to girls and he needed someone to teach him that respect and kindness is more important than the number of girls can you get with.”

“See,” she beams with joy. “You’re a wonderful role model.”

“I’ve been really trying,” he can’t help but cry. Other than Eddie, no one in his life has really looked at him and said what he was doing was good. He was good.

“Uh, yeah… She’s going to tell him on the drive home tomorrow and possibly drop him off at work with me… I’ll probably spend the rest of the day with him if that’s okay?”

He nods, “yeah, I don’t mind, baby.”

“I’ll still come to bed though,” he makes that very clear, walking over to Eddie and wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

Eddie rests his hands on Steve's hips, “I thought lesbians moved fast and here we are living together after a few weeks.”

“We’ve been living together the whole time,” he teases. “Grandma Beth adopted us months ago with a plan, I think she gave us a love potion.”

“Hm, like an old fairytale,” Eddie agrees. “Less murder-y than Hansel and Gretel but just as sweet as the poor old granny that got got by the big bad wolf.”

Playing with Eddie’s hair, he smiles, “that would be a fun Halloween costume for the two of you…”

“You’re getting a red cape,” Eddie smirks.

“You want me to be little red riding hood?”

He nods, “I mean, I’d love for you to be riding me…”

“Funny,” Steve tries to stay normal about that, but he too would love to try that. He can’t stop staring at Eddie’s lips, his breathing getting heavier, “I don’t even know how we’d do it…”

“That’s okay,” he whispers, smoothing his hands over Steve’s sides. “I know… I can show you?”

He nods, “please?”

“Fuck,” Eddie releases a shaky breath and pulls Steve in closer to his chest. “You’re so hot I can't believe you’re mine sometimes.”

Steve cups his cheek, pulling him closer so their noses touch, “make me yours again, then…”

—

He runs into Robin in the hallway outside of the bathroom, “hi,” he smiles and points at his hairy chest, littered with bruises, “what’s that?”

“Huh?” He looks down. “Oh, he’s a biter.”

Robin hums, “I figured he’s a freak in the sheets too.”

He nods, not really one to kiss and tell with her… mainly because he hasn’t slept with any women as long as he’s known her. “Why are you waiting for the bathroom?”

“Oh uh,” she doesn't know how to say it… and then the door opens.

“Oh, hey Steve,” Nancy smiles at him. She’s in her little silk PJs that he got her for Christmas years ago, unbuttoned with her bra on under it, hickies also visible.

“Damn,” he stares at her, and she stares at him, both realizing the other had gotten laid that night in the exact same house…

Robin covers her face, “can we not do this… yet?”

“I see nothing,” Steve teases, letting Nancy pass and stealing the next spot in the bathroom. “You better be ready to leave in 20 minutes, though!” He calls through the wooden door to Robin.

“You little shit,” she bangs on the door. “I have to wash my hair, don’t take forever!”

“I’ll take you in,” Nancy says, kissing robins cheek softly but Steve still hears it through the door, followed by giggles and the sound of them making their way back to her room.

He doesn’t take long, he’s out relatively quick and backs down in the basement with Eddie before he has to go. He already had something to eat, he just had to slip into his uniform and go… but he really didn’t want to.

Eddie is still laying under the covers, arm over his face so the light doesn’t bother him, his chest uncovered and one leg was also out from under the blanket. Steve just stood there with his shirt in his hands, staring at him, shaking his head with a smile.

He lays the blue shorts on the end of the bed and crawls in, carefully kissing Eddie’s chest and his neck, disrupting his peace for a cuddle… who was he to complain? Eddie wraps his arms around him and kisses his cheek. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Steve replies before kissing him on the lips again and again until he smiles too hard. “God, I love you.”

“Don’t say that when you have to leave,” he groans. “I just wanna show you how much every time.”

He just chuckles to himself, “thank you… honestly.”

“For what?”

“Nancy is upstairs with Robin… for like point 5 seconds I was upset to see her and now I’m like astounded I ever thought the feelings I had for her were true love.”

Eddie wraps him up and flips them over so he’s on top, “what did I say? I love you so fucking much I don’t want to ever let you leave this bed. You’re mine, Stevie. Mine.”

“I’m not going to apologize for saying I love you,” he teases, having fun with that sentence for once in his life. Finally, fuckin finally, someone loved him back the same, if not more than he loved them. And it felt fucking fantastic.

“I would ask you to call out… but you’ve got a big day,” Eddie reminds him. “You think he knows yet?”

He nods, Dustin was probably sitting in his mom's car right now, “she picked him up at 10… they’re probably almost back in Hawkins.”

“It’s gonna be a good day,” he assures Steve, brushing his hair back with a sweet smile. “I’ll come to see you at some point too.”

“You wanna tell Dustin together?” He asks, not knowing if he was out to him already or not.

“Whatever feels right to you,” he assures Steve, like always. “I’m just happy to see you happy.”

He pinches Eddie a few times, “how are you real?”

“Ow! I’m also sensitive!” He complains, reaching between them to dig his fingers into Steve’s sides and tickle him.

“Don’t! No!” He starts laughing uncontrollably and can’t escape Eddie’s grasp. The laughing fills the basement, and the two of them play fighting in bed when he should be getting ready for work.

“Steve!” Nancy yells from upstairs, “get your ass in gear, I can’t leave till you move your car.”

“Hold on,” he calls back, still breathing heavily from laughing, smiling wide at Eddie. “I love you.”

“Was that Wheeler?” Eddie looks at him all confused.

He nods, “yeah, I think Robins dating her?”

Eddie balls his hands into fists and lifts his arms up to celebrate, “yes, I knew it would work out.”

“She’s got just as many hickies as me,” Steve says as he slips out of bed and reaches for his things.

“So Buckley’s a freak too,” he smiles to himself. “I always knew we were similar.”

“Shut up,” Steve can’t help but laugh, 'cause yeah, they are…

Once Steve is all dressed he leans down and kisses Eddie one last time, “I love you, too, by the way,” Eddie reminds him, he didn’t say it back just before.

“I know,” Steve steals another kiss, and a third and a fourth before pulling away. “I’ve really gotta go, I’ll see you later?”

“You know it,” he reaches out and smacks Steve’s ass as he starts to move away. “Have a good day!”

He grabs his keys and shoes and runs up the stairs, through the kitchen and into the foyer, “sorry, sorry,” he apologizes as Nancy gives him a glare.

“You want to come with us?” Robin asks, letting him know she would indeed be going with Nancy.

He shakes his head, “I’ve got Dustin to drive home later.”

“He’s going to be at work with us all day?” Robin didn’t know that was part of the plan.

He shrugs, “I don’t know when he’s coming, but yeah I’ll be driving him home for Claudia.”

“I’ll come back and get you,” Nancy offers, “you can come over to my place for once?”

“Yeah,” she gets all soft and leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to Nancy’s lips.

Steve almost trips putting his shoes on while staring at them in amazement and playful disgust, 'cause it's his ex and his best friend... “ew?”

“Grow up,” Nancy waves him off and kisses Robin again.

Steve hasn’t seen her look like that before, she’s so enamoured with Robin that you’d think it would make him jealous… just a few weeks ago he was still hung up on how things ended, now he’s overjoyed that she’s found what he has with Eddie… they’re both happy now. That’s all he could hope for.

—

When he sees the Hawkins sign his stomach drops. He’s been sitting with his mother and the new information about how own life for about 2 hours now and it still didn’t feel right. His mom was assaulted resulting in a pregnancy that later became him. And that meant He, Dustin Henderson was of Harrington blood… no fuckin’ wonder he loved Steve so much.

“Can you drop me off at the mall?” He asks as they enter downtown.

She nods, knowing that this was going to be his destination so she was already on her way to the mall. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he tries to believe it himself. “Are you?”

“I think so,” she half smiles, faces still puffy from all the tears.

“Thank you for sharing that with me, I’m sure it was really hard,” he sympathizes, remembering that it’s important to validate other people's heavy emotions, it’s something Mr. Clarke taught him.

When she pulls up in front of the mall he takes off his seatbelt and throws himself into her embrace, “I love you, mom.”

“Oh dusty,” she almost cries. “I love you, too."

With a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the back, she pulls away and sends him off to see his brother. It felt healing now that he knew the truth. There was just one last person she had to talk to, one last person to make things right with.

Claudia ends up parking her car outside Wayne's trailer with a deep sigh. She gets out and slowly, but surely, makes her way to his door, she knocks a few times, waits… and then she sees him through the screen door.

“Dede?” Wayne stares at her through the screen, “what are you doing here?”

“I told Dustin everything,” it just starts falling out. “Everything, Wayne.” He throws the door open and pulls her into his embrace as she starts to cry, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry-er,” Wayne whispers, rubbing her back gently. “I wish I went with ya, I wish I could’ve been there to protect you… I wish he was mine.”

“I’m sorry,” she says it again, unable to find any other words. Feeling like she took the chance at being a father away from him. “Especially for Eddie.”

“What about him?” He pulls away, “he hurt?”

She nods, “devastated. Steve came to me wanting to no more, said you kicked him out all because he wouldn’t keep Steve from his brother for you.”

He nods, “I did do that… but it’s only cause—

“‘Cause he said you were being irrational like Dick,” she knows everything. “You’ve gotta know when you’re in love there are not many people who can tear you apart.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I fucked up big time… twice, didn’t I?”

She nods, “you could’ve come with us to Chicago.”

“I know,” he pauses like there’s more. She knows his face too well.

“What?”

“I was gonna pack up and come see you and then my sister got sick,” he admits. “I had to raise my nephew, but I was gonna help you raise Dustin.”

“You still can. You can mend things with Eddie, get to know Steve and… and you can come around whenever you want to meet Dustin,” she doesn’t know how to say she wants him back.

“Can I take you out as well? Or am I just allowed to come over?” He teases, wanting to pick up where they left off so desperately.

“If you patch things up with Eddie tonight, we’re having family dinner at my place tomorrow, it’s a potluck cause there’s a boatload of kids to feed,” she can’t help but smile. “The woman Eddie’s staying with is a saint, she’s taken in a few kids.”

“I figured he was with Beth,” he sighs in relief knowing he was safe.

With a hand on her cheek, he brushes her hair back and smiles at her softly, taking in the moment. He always wondered when he’d get to see her this close again, the love he had for her never faltered, it never left, it's all still there as he stares at her.

“I still love ya, Dede.”

“I know,” she smiles, basking in his embrace. “But you’ve got a kid to talk to before work… I can’t show you how much I’ve missed you just yet.”

“I still get off work at 4:30 in the mornin',” he reminds her.

“I still live on Piney Wood,” she says in the hopes he knows he can come n see her after. “I’ve got a key under the matt, you can slip into bed with me after your shift, like old times.”

He pulls her into a gentle kiss, breathing her in deeply, he’s missed everything about her on a level he couldn’t ever understand. He’s yearned for her for so many years… who knew it would be Dick Harrington’s son that brought her back to him?

—

Dustin runs to Scoops Ahoy like his life depends on it, losing his breath on the way, he drips his chest and takes heaving breaths as he reaches the counter. “Is he here?”

“Is who here?” Robin smiles, pretending she doesn’t know exactly who he’s talking about.

Before he can even answer the storage room door busts open with the sound of rubber soles screeching on the linoleum. “HENDERSON!” Steve jumps, overjoyed to see him. “Henderson! He’s back, he’s back!”

Robin shakes her head with a loving smile, she’s heard a lot about Steve’s love for Dustin, long before he knew they were related, it’s cute to see them meet again now knowing the truth.

“You got the job!” Dustin cheers him on, pointing at everything.

“I did! I got it,” he reaches forward, initiating the first sequence in their long best-friend handshake.

Grab hands, lock fingers, and pull away enough to come back in with a fist bump which then becomes lightsabers crashing twice before Dustin stabs Steve in the stomach and he pretends to bleed out… They spend a long time creating it and memorizing it through hours of rigorous practice. It was perfect now. Weird, but perfect.

After their handshake, Steve pulls him into a hug and kisses the top of his hat-covered head. “I missed you, buddy.”

“I missed you, too,” Dustin holds him back, arms wrapped around his middle with his face pressed to Steve’s chest.

“I uh, I’ve been working on something for you,” Steve explains as he pulls away. “Wait here.”

He runs back into the back room and takes a special ice cream boat out of the walk-in freezer. It was 3 scoops of ice cream, each with different toppings, candy rings along the side of the bowl as port holes and Waffle cone pieces as sails. He brings it right out to him with a smile, “pick a table, she’s all yours.”

“Holy shit!” He giggles with excitement, smiling with no teeth.

They pick a booth away from other people and sit together, catching up on Dustin's camp experience without even touching on the new truth they were both aware of.

“Girlfriend?” Steve stops him mid-retelling. “You asked a girl out?”

He nods, “we were spending so much time together… she was in all my groups at the start and she wanted me to be her partner for our final project and I just couldn’t imagine never talking to her again.”

“That’s so cute,” Steve holds his chest, right over his heart, feeling so overjoyed for him.

“I didn’t even need any of your tricks,” he teases.

“Yeah well, I’m learning that none of my tricks were good anyway…”

“Suze likes me for me,” he swoons. “And she’s so hot, like so far out of my league. Phoebe Cates level of hot.”

“No way? Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No,” Steve A) thinks he’s exaggerating 'cause it's his first love and B) doesn’t want to believe a 13-year-old girl is that hot… he shouldn’t ever think that.

“Yes way,” Dustin can’t help but smile back. “Brilliant too. And she doesn’t even care that my pearls aren’t real, she says kissing is way better without teeth.”

Steve opens his mouth to reply but all he can do is blink, “huh… wow man. Yeah, no that’s great. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks,” he says with a mouthful of ice cream. “Do you really get to eat as much of this as you want?”

He nods, “I mean, yeah, but I’ve gotta watch my figure… you know, for the ladies.”

“and hows that working out for you, huh, Harrington?” Robin teases, overhearing them from where she was cleaning off a newly vacant table.

“Shut up,” he gives her a death glare.

“What’s that about?” Dustin knows something's up.

“Huh?”

“Do you have a new girlfriend?” Dustin lights right up. “Oh that’s so cool, maybe when Susie comes to visit one day we can—

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Steve cuts him off and moves in closer, bringing his voice down. “I am seeing someone though… a guy, someone.”

Dustin leans in too, mouth agape and eyes wide, “who?”

“Do not freak out and cause a scene or so help me, Henderson I will never give you free ice cream again,” he prefaces, watching Dustin nod frantically. “It’s Eddie.”

“What!?” He almost screams and then shrinks down in size to stay quiet again. “I mean, what?”

He nods, a sweet smile on his face. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with Robin at her Grandma’s house and He’s good friends with her cousin.”

“Gareth,” Dustin knows them well already. “Holy shit, that’s so cool, Steve?”

“You think?” He beams, cheeks filling up with a beautiful pink colour.

“Yeah! I’m just glad you’re happy,” Destin scoots over in the seat and wraps his brother up in another big hug. “I was so excited to come home and see you and now… now you’re my brother?”

“I know,” he rubs his back, wondering at what point he’d bring it up. It was all up to him how much Steve acknowledged it. He just holds him back a little tighter and whispers, “I’ve always known about my brother, I always wanted to go out and find him and meet him. I can’t believe it gets to be you.”

Steve just holds him there, rubbing his back gently. “You’re okay, right? You know you can talk to me about what your mom said? She’s already told me everything.”

He nods against him, “I know, I just don’t want to.”

“Alright,” he lets it go. “I love you, man.”

“I love you, too,” Dustin holds him tighter, impossibly tight at that. Steve almost can’t breathe. “Thank you.”

A stray tear falls down Steve’s cheek, and he rushes to wipe it off before patting Dustin on the back. He gets the memo and pulls away then, looking at Steve with similarly glossy eyes.

“Are you busy tonight?” He asks.

He shakes his head, “nope, I told Eddie I’d be hanging out with you… unless you want him to come too? Or you can come over to our place?”

“You’ve moved in together already?”

“Had to,” he presses his lips together in a sad smile. “Eddie got kicked out, I can’t see my dad ever again knowing the truth… we moved into Robin's basement.”

“I’m sorry,” he feels bad, almost as if it’s his fault that Steve had to move out… and knowing Eddie’s uncle dated his mom, he feels like Eddie’s issue was somehow on him too.

“No,” Steve points at him. “Don’t worry about it, we’re just staying there till we save up for our own place… I’m actually thinking about applying to school again.”

“Really? For what?”

“Well… I was thinking I’m good with CPR from the lifeguard training and,” he drops his voice and moves in, “fire kills things from the upside down, so I should know how to work with it…”

“You’d be a good firefighter,” Dustin can’t believe he didn’t think of that for Steve himself. “You are very strong, like both in the sense you could carry someone out of a burning building but I think you could cope with it too?”

“You think?” His soul lightens then, he’s always wanted his family to be proud of him… and now he had that.

“I know!” He cheers, “you’d get to stay here, too.”

“Exactly,” he finally settles against the red leather bench seat. Every weight has been lifted off him, Dustin knew everything and he was supportive of it too.

—

“Sir, I don’t think it’s best that you be in here.”

Eddie’s head pops up at the sound of his boss's stern voice only to see him keeping Wayne from coming in.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie rushes over, “what’s wrong?”

Wayne wasn’t a confrontational person, so either someone was dead or hurt if he was coming in to see him in a middle of a fight. They haven’t talked in a few days, Wayne’s also never been one to say sorry. So it makes him worry more.

“Can we talk?”

His boss turns to him, making sure he feels safe to do so, he knew all the gossip about Eddie’s boyfriend and how his uncle didn’t like him. His boss loved him, he was the only good employee he had, so he felt a little protective of him.

“I’m okay,” Eddie assures him. “Can I take 5?”

He nods, “holler if you need me.”

“Will do,” he gives him a smile and then follows Wayne out into the mall and to a bench where they can sit.

He’s nervous as hell when he sits beside him, he carefully stares at him, observing his body language and his face. He looked sad. “Are you okay?”

“I’m a fucking idiot,” he admits, pressing his lips together as he shakes his head, he looks like he might cry. “Claudia came over and told me everything, they told Dustin today, which I’m sure ya knew about—

“Yeah, I did,” he cuts him off. “So you know Steve left his parents?”

He nods, “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you when you said he’s a good kid.”

That hits him right in the chest. “You’re sorry?”

He nods, “I know I don’t say it often, but I am. I was wrong, I didn’t listen, I need to find a way to stop.”

“I get it though,” he sympathizes. “Mom told me all about your dad, he was barely there after the war. I don’t blame you for standing your ground and not budging on much.”

“But you’re my kid now,” he whispers. “I promised your mom I wouldn’t ever treat you like our dad did us and then I did. I was just as bad a dick, as bad as my dad and yours… you have never deserved that.”

He nods, tears bubbling behind his eyes. He swallows sharply, “you’re a good dad…”

Wayne wraps him up in a big hug. “I love you, kid. I’m so fuckin’ sorry I did that to you.”

“It’s okay,” he holds him back so tight. “We’re okay.”

He pulls away but cups Eddie’s cheek with his hand so he keeps looking at him, “when are you coming home?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t think I am…”

“Why?”

“We’re all moved into Beth's basement and Steve’s saving up for a trailer, so I’ll be back in the park eventually and I’ll come to see you all the time, but I think I’m happy where I’m at,” he explains softly, not wanting to hurt him by saying no.

“So I get my room back for good?” He tries to see it as a win.

Eddie nods with a chuckle, “I guess you do.”

—

Eddie gets him first, parking in the driveway behind Gareth’s van, Nancy would park beside him when she got there, leaving Steve to park on the street later when he got home.

Home.

He walks in with a smile, kicks his shoes off by the door and heads right to the kitchen. He gives Grandma Beth a hug and a kiss on the cheek and takes a seat on one of the bar stools.

“How was work?”

“Good,” he sighs, letting the stress of the day out with it. “Wayne came in and talked to me.”

“Oh?” She had no idea, genuinely.

He nods, “mhm, he apologized, I guess Claudia talked to him and made him realize he was in the wrong.”

“Are you okay?” She looks at him so softly.

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “I really think so… I cried it all out, it got fixed, I’m happy with Steve, I like living here… so yeah I think I’m okay. I’m fantastic.”

She beams a beautiful smile back at him, “I’m happy for you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” he reaches out his hand across the counter to hold hers.

She gives his hand a squeeze before she lets him go, moving on to making him a plate of dinner after a long day at work.

Nancy and Robin join shortly after, Steve apparently took Dustin to set up some HAM radio he made so he can talk to his girlfriend from here… there was a lot he needed to catch up on when Steve got home.

There it was again. It was so easy for him to call this place home. Being in bed with Steve was home. Being in his arms is home. Steve is home.

He heads down to his room to sit in his feelings, too in love to even think straight, he feels like he could go crazy thinking about how happy Steve made him feel. It was a little crazy to think back on how scared being around Steve made him, how big of a crush he had on him… now Steve loves him back and they sleep in the same bed and share a room and they’re together. They’re happy.

He cleans up their room a bit, he makes it cozy again and slips into bed with a copy of lord of the rings: the return of the king, not knowing when Steve would be home. He was almost done with this read-through, only 50 pages left in the book, the perfect place to get caught up in while he waited for hours to go by without his lover.

“Shh, he might be asleep,” he hears Steve’s voice as the basement door cracks open and then two sets of feet stomp down the steps.

“Hey,” Steve lights right up when he sees Eddie still awake in bed. “Dustin wanted to sleep over…”

“Thats cool,” he doesn’t mind at all.

Dustin runs over to Eddie and gives him a big hug, almost knocking the wind out of him as he jumps up on top of him. “oof— what’s this for?”

“I’m glad you’re part of my family now,” he’s so sweet it could make Eddie cry.

He shoves him off playfully, “gross, why are you so sappy?”

“Harrington genes,” he teases.

“Hey?” Steve stares at them like they’ve both insulted him somehow. “I’m not that emotional?”

“Okay,” they both say at the same time, turning to each other to giggle.

“You guys suck,” he walks away from the bed to the dresser he shares with Eddie and takes out some new comfy sleep clothes for the night.

Steve changes in the bathroom first, then he gives Dustin some stuff to change into and soon all 3 of them are cuddled into the same bed with Dustin in the middle. Eddie keeps reading, only this time they ask him to read it out loud.

“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold,” Eddie reads softly.

Perfectly content with where the threads of his own life have fallen into place.

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