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#still true though. be more careful Kai!!

melancholyhigh · 11 months

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dbf!leon omggggg i need more of him LMAOO

who has the voice like smarty does?

ft. dbf!leon x fem!reader

synopsis. your dad gets called into work early and asks leon to take care of you.

content. smut. 1.5k words. age gap, oral (both m & f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected p in v, doggy style.

note. thank you guys for requesting <333 i love old man leon sm.

masterlist. part one. part two. part three. i love your guys' feedback :))

You struggled to get to the kitchen. Your legs tremble, walking over, a reminder of your time with Leon last night.

You’re in his black tee. His scent engulfs your senses. There’s a smile on your face as you think about him. His touch on your skin and his sweet voice replay in your mind.

Pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, you don’t notice when your dad enters the room. His voice breaks your train of thought.

“Hey,” your dad says awkwardly.

“Hey, Dad. Ya good?” You trail on, looking at him with scepticism. He looks nervous. He’s rarely like this. It scares you a little.

He clears his throat before adding, “I need to tell you something, but promise you won’t get mad, ‘kay?”

“Yeah?” You nod your head. You doubt you’d keep the promise.

“Ya know how I was at the DSO celebration last night? They want me to–” Before he can finish, you’re already protesting.

“Come on! You said you wouldn’t do anything work-related while I’m here. The party was enough.” You’re mad, rightfully so.

“You promised you wouldn’t get angry.” You scoff at his words.

“Can’t they get someone else to do it? Don’t they know you’re on vacation?” You questioned.

“Yes, but they need me.” He tries to explain. You needed him too.

“Bullshit.”

Your father can make you concerned. It fills you with anxiety each time he leaves for a mission, even while at your classes. You’re constantly worried for his safety. You’ve heard stories and seen the news. You don’t want Dad to be one of those reports on the papers for the wrong reasons.

“I don’t need you worrying over me,” he sighs. “I’ll be fine, like all the other times.”

You’re getting ready to argue again that this is different. You’re spending your vacation with your dad to keep him company, but he’s too busy leaving you for a work call.

“I’ll ask Leon to keep ya company,” he continued, and all the words on your tongue died. “I know how much you wanted to spend your break with your old man. I’m sure Leon’ll be up to it.”

You knew he’d do more than keep you company. The offer seems too good to be true. All alone with Leon? Did your dad know what would happen? It still doesn’t change that you’re still furious with him.

“And I don’t want you freaking out. Leon will help with what you need.” Your dad adds.

“Whatever,” you mumble. “Please, don’t die.”

Your dad laughs, but you’re not joking. He moves to your side of the island’s counter and wraps his arms around you for a hug, kissing your forehead.

“I love ya too.”

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Your dad left a day later for his ‘important’ mission. He tells you Leon will check up on you once in a while. Generally, you’d be annoyed if your dad asked someone to look after you like a child, but Leon is the one checking up on you, so you don’t mind.

There’s a knock, and you open the door revealing Leon with a grin and some takeout. He presses his lips to your cheek and then enters the house placing the food on the coffee table in the living room. He sits on the couch, and you join him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” His voice makes your heart flutter.

“I’m better now since you’re here, Lee.” You say, moving closer to him, craving his comforting touch. A small smile forms on his lips at the nickname, though he doubts you’re fine.

Leon notes your furrowed brows and the slight frown that pulls at the corner of your lips. He pulls you onto his lap, kissing your lips. His hands are on your hips, squeezing softly.

“I don’t think you’re all that good, sweet girl. Want me to help you take your mind off things?”

You wouldn’t have guessed Leon taking care of you would have involved him teaching you to take his cock down your throat in the living room of all places. You shouldn’t be surprised that he’s taking advantage of your father’s absence.

Your knees are on a soft throw pillow, preventing them from the wooden floor. Leon’s pants and boxers are down to his ankles as he sits on the couch, stroking his erection. Your eyes dart from his pretty face to his dick, leaking precum down the shaft. The low groans that leave him have you dripping.

“Lick it, angel,” he huffs, entangling his hand in your hair and guiding you to his throbbing cock.

Your tongue runs along the veins of his cock, tasting the precum that drips down onto his shaft. You’re whining at his taste, moving your tongue to the underside of the sensitive head before sucking on the tip.

Throwing his head back, Leon lets out a loud groan, bucking his hips into your warm mouth. You take more of him until he hits the back of your throat, and a wet gag escapes you. He’s holding back from fucking your throat ‘til all you can think of is his cock.

“Atta girl. You love my cock down your throat, don’t you?” He moans, bucking his hips up, and you whimper, muffled by his fat cock. The vibrations run along his swollen cock, sending a shiver down his spine.

You began to bob your head up and down him, peering up at him through your lashes, clumped together by your tears. Leon does nothing to prevent the loud moans that leave him.

“You’re my pretty little cockslut,” he gasps. His lips part, and a series of moans escape him. You swallow around him and snap your eyes shut.

Leon’s getting close to his release. He guides your mouth off his cock, whining softly when your teeth graze the sensitive flesh of his cock. He admires your appearance once you’re off his cock. Drool spilling past your lips, lips swollen and slicked with spit. Your eyelashes flutter open. You’re looking up at him, awaiting his next move.

“Stick your fucking tongue out,” he grunts, and you comply. He tugs on his cock covered with your spit chasing his orgasm, his head thrown back as his come spurts out, coating your tongue and pretty face with his cum. He groans as he watches you swallow it.

“Good girl.” He pants. “C’mere.”

You’re quick to listen to him, moving from the spot on the floor to his lap, your pussy flushed against his surprisingly half-hard dick. He brings you into a sloppy kiss, tasting his salty cum on your tongue before moving away from you, gasping.

“Mhm, good girls deserve rewards, right, baby?” He’s taking your clothes off, leaving you with nothing on right before his eyes. He feels how warm your cunt is, dripping onto him.

“Since you’ve been so good, ‘m gonna eat this pretty pussy out.”

You’re on your knees, and your face squished up against the throw pillows on the couch. Your arousal leaks down your thighs as Leon slurps at your drenched cunt. His moans are dampened by your pussy. He’s shamelessly eating you out to get his cock fully hardened again.

Your thighs spread wide, quivering as Leon sucks on your clit. You are robbed of your climax as Leon pulls away, your slick mixed with his saliva. Your whines aren’t in vain because soon after, his dick enters your cunt slowly.

“Want you t’cum on my cock, sweetheart,” he slurs. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

He’s pistoning his dick in your pussy. He pulls out of your cunt before swiftly entering into you again, over and over. Your back is arched, your ass flushed against his pelvis. The sound of your skin making contact fills the room alongside Leon’s whorish moans.

Leon’s bulky wrap around you, under your tits, as he pulls your back up against his firm chest, he bucks his hips up into you, his breath tickling your ear.

“Let me hear you, pretty girl,” he huffs, moving his other hand to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud. Your walls clench around him, hugging him so well. Your whimpering increasing in volume.

“You feel so good, Lee.” You’re sobbing as you feel the tip of Leon’s cock kissing your cervix sweetly. You’re close to coming. Your legs shake with each thrust of Leon’s hips. Your mind filled with Leon and how good he’s making you feel, only manage to gasp his name out.

“Come for me, baby.” He groans into your ear as he rams his cock inside you.

Your mind goes blank with pleasure. Your cunt pulsing around Leon from your orgasm. He comes undone, pulling out and spilling onto your back.

Leon moves his hand from under you, and you collapse onto the soft cushioning of the couch. His cum dripped from your back to the sofa. You feel the silky cloth of Leon’s tee as he wipes his cum off your back. You also feel his soft lips against you, trailing kisses on the flushed skin.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart.”

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fear-is-truth · 2 months

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ೀ 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ── kai anderson x gn!reader

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: nothing, just fluff. reader obsessed with his greasy blue hair. talks of world domination. soft!kai so kinda ooc

You woke up to find him still fast asleep beside you, which was unusual considering his early morning routine of plotting world domination by half past seven.

Soft lips pressed against his cheekbone, planting a tender kiss before threading your fingers through his hair. Kai’s hair was always a weakness of yours, even if it was sometimes a bit greasy. You just couldn't resist running your fingers through it whenever you had the chance. More than often, you entertained the idea of braiding it, though the first time you voiced your desire, Kai vehemently rejected the idea. Gradually, he relented, allowing you to do as you pleased with it, but only in the privacy of your bedroom.

Despite his claims to the contrary, you knew Kai secretly enjoyed your touch. The way his shoulders immediately relaxed and the small sighs that escaped him whenever you touched him—whether it was helping him shave or just a hand resting on his shoulder while he sat at the dinner table—revealed his true feelings. It was almost like a game of pretend; he pretended not to care, and you pretended not to notice.

You liked it that way. Preferred it to stay that way. It made things special, like a secret that only the two of you were in on.

“What are you thinking about?”

His voice, still husky with sleep, pulled you from your thoughts. You paused, fingers stilling in his hair as you considered your words.

"World domination,”

He shifted slightly, turning his head to meet your gaze.

“What about it?”

“Ever given serious thought to it? Because it’s not just the state of Michigan, or even the White House. It’s a much, much larger scale.”

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with his thumb.

“There's still much to plan, but I’m open to suggestions,”

Silence fell between you. Neither of you particularly adept at small talk. Kai was always the one to initiate conversations, cutting straight to the chase.

This whole thing felt new, unfamiliar. Intimate.

“Am I worthy of this responsibility on my shoulders?”

His expression betraying a tinge of innocence, but you knew better than to mistake it for genuine naivety. Kai Anderson was anything but innocent. Your fingers resumed their gentle movements through his hair.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”

Kai took your hand, gently guiding it away from his hair. A twinge of hurt pricked at your heart, though you weren't entirely surprised; you knew you were pushing it too far by being so sentimental.

But then, just before you could apologise, he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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so for the prompt thingy... i have several and you can pick any, all, or none of them! 1. Steve and Eddie getting one over Murray when he's being all you two are pining ect. 2. Uncle Wayne - anything where Wayne accepts Steve immediately and tries to get him and Eddie married. 3. Werewolf den mother steve being seduced to be eddie's mate 4. Hopper as Steve's father figure accepting Eddie immediately because he isn't a wheeler.

I have so many cause i have ideas but can't write for crap... So thank you for being so open about writing! It's really nice to know it isn't a bother to ask...

THIS WAS SO EXCITING!!!! I did end up combining 1 and 4 into one. Also, I didn't IGNORE 3, but I got another request that is somewhat related and I think I am going to work on this when I work on that, but I didn't want you to wait longer for these other ones. I hope you love these! - Mickala ❤️

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PROMPT 1 AND 4

Murray clocked Eddie within literal seconds. That wasn’t surprising according to everyone who dealt with him before.

What was surprising was that he didn’t immediately call him out. Maybe he actually respected that some people’s secrets should stay secrets.

Or maybe he was just waiting until he figured Steve out, too.

Which apparently happened on a random Saturday at the Byers’ home.

But the thing is. The thing is that Eddie had clocked Steve within seconds, too.

So when the dust settled after Vecna, and Steve pulled Eddie from Hell, and he finally got his true love’s kiss (according to Robin), it took them about six hours before they were making out in Eddie’s hospital bed and calling each other boyfriends.

But only a handful of people were in on it, mostly to protect themselves, but also because they liked just having this for them. Too much of their lives had been out of their control, and they liked being able to have control over this one thing.

Until Murray.

They weren’t even next to each other when it happened.

Steve was helping Hopper at the grill, even though he’d been hopelessly terrible at grilling anytime he attempted it at pool parties with the kids. Eddie was pretty sure it was just to spend time with Hopper.

Eddie was with Will and Lucas, planning out a campaign that Will would DM for all of them, not even looking at Steve.

Okay, maybe he kept glancing over there occasionally, but that was just to make sure that he wasn’t catching anything on fire.

But they were always careful around everyone, and the fleeting glances he gave weren’t abnormal for him. He would do a visual checklist in his mind anytime they were all together, keeping count of everyone in his head the way Steve often did if they were all out somewhere.

“So you’re in love with Steve.”

Eddie jumped at Murray’s voice. He hadn’t even realized he was here.

Will and Lucas were staring, though Will didn’t look surprised at all. If Dustin blabbed…

“Don’t worry, nobody said anything.”

“Uh.”

“And I won’t say anything to anyone else.”

“O…kay?”

“Especially not Steve.”

Wait.

Murray didn’t know they were together, he just thought Eddie was pining.

Oh, this would be fun.

Eddie fought off a smirk, choosing to appear more worried.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Will, somehow, seemed to catch on to everything at once. Maybe his suspicions about Will were right, or maybe Will had just learned to be perceptive about things like this. Either way, he was hoping Will would play along.

“Oh, it’s fine,” Murray said with an annoying hand wave. “I don’t care about you being gay. I’ve had plenty of relations with men in my day.”

Gross, but okay. At least there’s that.

“The problem here is that Steve is so very straight.”

Oh my God, Murray was so wrong.

He shoved down the glee he felt at knowing Murray was wrong about two things.

“And so obviously still in love with Nancy. Poor guy doesn’t know how to call it quits on something that was never good for him. Gotta hand it to him, when he falls, he’s committed.”

Well, some of that was true, but he wouldn’t give Murray the excitement of being right about that.

“How long have you had these feelings? Oh wait, let me guess.” Murray pretended to think for a moment before he smirked. “Since high school when he was the King of the school and you were nobody just trying to survive your second senior year.”

It was longer than that, but he wasn’t going to give him any satisfaction from this conversation.

“You know, Steve would be fine with you coming out to him. I’m sure he’d even play wingman for you if you ask nicely.”

The plan forming in Eddie’s head was going to be so fun.

“You’re right. He’s changed a lot since high school and we’re friends now. I should tell him.”

Will’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

“The sooner the better. Keeping these secrets is mentally exhausting. I keep a lot of secrets for people.”

Hard to believe considering most of what came out of Murray’s mouth was something about someone else that they probably wouldn’t want other people to know.

“I’ll go tell him now.”

Eddie got up, ignoring Murray’s protests about this being a family function and isn’t responsible for if things go south.

“Hey Steve, can we talk for a second?” Eddie said loud enough for Murray to hear from across the yard.

Steve was busy flipping a burger as Hopper watched closely.

“Uh, sure. Everything okay?”

“I need you to go along with this,” he whispered. “Today’s the day.”

“Today? Right now?”

“If you’re okay with it.”

They’d discussed it recently; Coming out was something they had to do eventually, especially with how often they were almost caught kissing in the kitchen or holding hands during movie night.

As nice as it was having this for themselves, they knew they had to say something before everyone caught on and felt blindsided by it. Just having Dustin and Max knowing was a risk.

Plus, they wanted to be able to hold hands over the blanket for movie nights, not under.

“Okay.”

Hopper was watching them suspiciously, not interrupting, but clearly wanting to.

“What did you wanna talk about?”

“So you know how everyone thinks I’m into men?”

“I’ve heard the rumors.”

Steve was so good at going along with Eddie’s dramatics. God, he loved him so much.

“They aren’t just rumors. I do like men. Actually, I’ve only ever liked one girl and I was 11, so I think it’s fair to say my judgment could have been off.”

Steve smiled fondly at him, holding back a laugh as he remembered that story from the one time Eddie went to summer camp.

“So I guess now would be a good time to tell you that I also like men.”

“Oh?”

Eddie looked at Murray out of the corner of his eye, smirking at the way he was muttering to himself, disbelief written across his features.

“Yeah, one man in particular.”

“Have I met him? Is he hot?”

“You have and he’s known for fishing for compliments. He knows he’s hot,” Steve raised his eyebrow at him as he turned to take the burgers off the grill and put them on a plate Hopper was wordlessly handing him.

“Excuse me for wanting to hear it out loud in front of all our family and friends.”

“Wait! You’re…are you…you can’t be…together?!”

Murray was outraged and Eddie couldn’t help the snort he let out as he wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

Steve blushed, like he always did when Eddie showed him affection, but kept putting burgers on the plate.

Hopper was suddenly right in front of Eddie, eyes squinting at him, calculating.

“How long have you been with Steve?”

“Uh. Since March.”

“You’re boyfriends?”

“Yes, sir.”

Eddie never called Hopper sir. Not once in his entire drug dealing and getting away with it career, not once since he came back after Vecna.

But Steve had gotten really close to him when he came back, so he did respect him. And he knew that his opinion mattered to Steve.

“I think I owe you a little conversation then.”

Steve held up the spatula, pointing it between them.

“You two behave. I’m a grown man, Hop. I don’t need you to do what I think you’re gonna do.”

“Yeah, but you’re my kid, and this is what I do for all my kids.”

Steve dropped the spatula.

Eddie’s eyes widened.

He tried to send a silent message to everyone to give them a moment, maybe find something to keep their eyes and ears busy while Steve and Hopper talked for a minute, but everyone’s eyes remained on them.

Hopper sighed.

“Look, your parents suck. That’s not a secret to anyone here, especially not you or me.” Eddie tried not to let his mind wrap around how Hopper seemed to know more details than he did about Steve’s parents. “You’ve never had someone to watch out for you like a parent should. But you’ve got me now. And if I wanna give Eddie a bit of a shovel talk, you’re gonna let me. He’s better than a Wheeler.”

“Hey!” Mike yelled from where he was sitting between El and Dustin on the porch.

“Can it, Michael!” Hopper yelled back at him. “So Eddie and I are just gonna have a quick chat inside. You know how to do the hot dogs on your own.”

“Uh.”

Hopper pulled Eddie away from Steve, guiding him back up the porch steps, passing Murray’s befuddled face.

They went into the house, keeping a good distance between them.

Eddie had never been this nervous before, not even when he had to talk to a judge about living with Wayne or when the government officials took his Upside Down statement.

“So.”

“So,” Eddie responded, clasping his hands in front of him and playing with his rings nervously.

“You and Steve? Really?”

“I-”

“No, I’m talking,” Hopper held his hand up to stop Eddie from trying to explain. “You know about Steve’s parents?”

“A little. Enough, probably.”

“It’s not my thing to share, but I will say I’ve been looking out for Steve for a lot longer than he even realizes. I’ve seen how he handles hurt. I don’t wanna see it ever again. Especially not because of some metalhead who took three years to get through his senior year. You got me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Does Wayne know?”

“What?” Eddie was still trying to parse through the first part of what Hopper said to him.

“Does Wayne know about you and Steve?”

“Yeah, he kind of walked in on a situation that left no room for hiding.”

Hopper nodded once in understanding. No further details needed on that one.

“You boys let me know if anyone out there gives you trouble, okay?”

“Okay.”

They stared at each other in silence.

“You love him?”

“More than anything.”

Hopper gave him a sincere smile. A real smile from Hopper. He got an actual smile!

“Good. You both deserve to have something good with each other.”

Eddie wasn’t going to cry. Not now, now in front of Hopper, not when he had to go back out to their little get together.

Hopper’s hand rested on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

“I know everything about you. Just remember that if you ever think about hurting him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hopper left through the backdoor, yelling at Murray to stop mumbling to himself because he was scaring the kids. He looked out the window to see Joyce and Max hovering near Steve at the grill and he smiled to himself.

Steve was so loved by all these people, and he was so loved by all these people. It probably didn’t matter if they were obvious, if anyone knew about them from the start, if Murray was right or wrong.

The people who mattered were just happy that they were happy and he couldn’t ask for more than that.

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PROMPT 2

“Why the hell are you cleaning the shower? Is that bleach?” Wayne scrunched his nose at the overwhelming smell of bleach coming from their shared bathroom.

“I’m having a guest over.”

“And they plan on showering here?” Wayne smiled amusedly at Eddie’s frantic scrubbing.

“It’s Steve.”

Ah. It all made sense now.

Wayne took a sip from his mug, his black coffee lukewarm from sitting on the counter for a bit too long.

“So he’s showering here? Is there somethin’ wrong with his showers?”

“It’s just in case,” Eddie huffed, finally pausing to look over at Wayne in the doorway.

“In case he spills the entire kitchen on his head?”

“Can’t I just clean the bathroom? When’s the last time we cleaned this thing?”

“Probably the last time I made you clean it as punishment for something.”

“When’s the last time you punished me for something?”

“It’s about to be now with that tone,” Wayne said as he raised his brows.

He’d never seen Eddie quite like this, not even the one time he brought a girl home for dinner. He knew he’d been kind of in love with Steve from a distance for a while, and when everything happened in March, they’d gotten close, but he didn’t realize how close.

“Sorry. I just want things to go okay.”

“Is there a reason they won’t? You spend an awful lot of time with that boy already.”

“I just don’t want him to think we’re trash, ya know? Like, we kinda are, but I don’t want him to see it.”

Wayne didn’t like that Eddie referred to himself as trash, never had. Sure, they were broke, and he was usually too busy working and trying to get some sleep to deep clean the house, and he didn’t really have nice stuff, but they had what they needed and they were safe.

“Has he ever said or done anything to make you think you’re trash? If he has, he ain’t welcome here.”

Eddie sighed.

“No, he’s been really nice.”

“So you’re worryin’ for you, then. Didn’t I tell ya to stop doin’ that?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Open the window in here, air it out. Gonna kill the boy with the smell of bleach,” Wayne said as he walked back to his chair.

His days off were few and far between, even after they got their trailer fixed up and paid off for free and Eddie’s medical bills suspiciously disappeared. He spent most of them watching TV or fixing something, but now that he knew Steve was coming, he wanted to cook dinner.

Maybe he wanted to impress him to keep him around for Eddie.

Maybe he just wanted an excuse to cook something.

But it was barely past lunch, and he wanted to relax a bit before Eddie was so high strung from stress that he couldn’t breathe.

He watched his TV, but he listened to Eddie grumbling from his room, the occasionally clatter or bump making him laugh to himself at how much effort Eddie was putting in.

“You alright?” He asked after a particularly loud bump against the wall.

“Yep!”

Wayne checked the clock and saw it was close enough to the time he needed to start making dinner.

“Eddie? How’s pork chops and mashed potatoes sound?”

“Good!”

Something falls in Eddie’s room, but Wayne just shakes his head and goes to the kitchen to start prepping everything.

His pork chops were Eddie’s favorite for years, probably because they usually only had them on special occasions or if Wayne was able to go in a little late to have dinner with him. Anytime he had his friends over, Wayne would try to make them.

And now he could make them for Steve.

Steve had been over a lot when Eddie first got out of the hospital, helping make sure he had everything he needed while Wayne was at work, making sure he was being left alone by the idiots in town.

He stopped coming by as much after a while, but anytime Eddie came in the door, he’d been with Steve. He was visiting Steve at work, or at Steve’s house, or with Steve and the kids at the arcade or the diner, or with Steve at the quarry.

Wayne wasn’t stupid.

He knew Eddie was in love with the boy.

He just didn’t know for sure if Steve loved him back.

But he’d find out tonight one way or another, even if he had to outright ask.

He got lost in the cooking, barely noticing Eddie walking in and out with dirty dishes and trash from his bedroom.

But then he heard a loud knock on the front door and Eddie’s footsteps racing to open it, and Wayne Munson almost had a heart attack.

Eddie was wearing plain blue jeans, the sneakers he got just for graduation, and a button down shirt. A nice button down shirt.

“You look nice.”

“Shut up. It’s just what I had clean.”

“Right. Sure.”

Wayne smirked down at the pan in front of him, flipping the pork chops over and drizzling more of the melted butter sauce over them as they seared.

He pretended not to listen to the exchange at the door as Eddie let Steve in, but couldn’t help it when he caught Steve planting a kiss on Eddie’s cheek.

“Hope you like pork chops. Wayne’s real good at making them.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. You look nice.”

“Oh uh, thanks. You do also. I mean, too. You look nice too.”

Wayne had never heard Eddie like this, he’d definitely never seen him like this, and he had to figure out what the hell made Steve so special that Eddie suddenly became a different person.

He turned to welcome him and was met by a Steve Harrington he almost didn’t recognize.

He seemed shy for some reason, as if he hadn’t been by Wayne’s side for hours at a time in the hospital waiting for any change with Eddie. He was dressed in similar jeans to Eddie, but was wearing a Metallica shirt that definitely belonged to Eddie.

He was also wearing Eddie’s guitar pick necklace.

So this was serious.

“Well, hey there, Steve. Nice to see you here again.”

Steve was blushing.

“Thanks for having me, Mr. Munson.”

“Steve, we agreed you can call me Wayne last year, didn’t we?”

“Oh. Right. Sorry, sir.”

“It’s okay, son,” Wayne laughed. “Dinner will be ready in a few if you boys wanna grab drinks and plates.”

They did, and Wayne watched out of the corner of his eye as Eddie placed a hand on Steve’s lower back and kissed his shoulder.

They were silently getting things out, but moving in a way that made Wayne smile.

They revolved around each other the way soulmates do, naturally being close enough to touch but not, always anticipating where the other person will be and what they’ll need, happy just to orbit each other.

Wayne watched as Eddie smiled at Steve, who was sticking his tongue out at him while he reached for the cans of soda in the fridge.

He’d never seen him so light, so happy, so content. Especially not since everything that happened with the quake.

He grabbed the plates from Eddie and served them each a hearty portion of food.

“This looks great, Wayne. Thanks for cooking.”

“No need to be so formal, Steve. I like cookin’ for you boys.”

They took a few bites in a slightly awkward silence. Eddie’s leg was shaking so badly, the whole table started moving. What the hell was this kid so nervous about?

Steve placed his hand on Eddie’s knee, probably thinking it was out of sight. Wayne watched as Eddie stopped his movements and settled completely, letting out a long breath.

“So what’s the occasion? Not that I ain’t happy to have ya over, Steve, it just seems outta nowhere.”

“We uh, actually wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh?”

Wayne knew where this was going, but he liked to keep Eddie guessing.

“Yeah. So you know how I’ve been spending a lot of time with Steve.”

“Go on.”

“Well, a few months ago, um. I told him about me. Like how I’m into men and women. And it turns out he is too! So that was a relief obviously. And we talked about how nice it was having someone else know and then he explained he’d never even kissed a guy which is just kind of silly because look at him! He’s hot! And I told him he could kiss me to get it out of the way, ya know? Because sometimes just getting the first one out of the way just makes you more confident and then he kissed me to shut me up because I was rambling like I am now, Jesus Christ, Steve, please stop me.”

“Okay, so what he’s trying to say is um. We’ve been boyfriends for a while now. And I’m.” Steve took a shaky breath, then put his hand in Eddie’s on his lap. “I’m so in love with him, Wayne. He’s been spending a lot of time at my house, but I wanted to come here and he was worried about us not being able to hide it around you so I told him we could just tell you. I hope it’s okay.”

Wayne kept his face level, no smile or frown, just waiting to see if they’d word vomit anymore.

“And like, it’s okay if you don’t want to see any PDA or anything! We won’t like make out on the couch or anything, but we just wanted you to know. I wanted you to know. And Steve knows you’re so important to me so he agreed.”

“And we’ll probably still spend a lot of time at Steve’s because that’s where the kids like to hang out since he has a pool and a lot of space for us to watch movies. So you’ll hardly even see us together here.”

“Are you boys done?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve said, head hanging down.

“Good. Who knew you both could ramble on like that?”

They stayed silent, anxiously waiting for Wayne to yell at them or kick them out.

“You love each other?”

They both nodded.

“And you make each other happy?”

They nodded with smiles growing on their faces.

“Then I want you boys here, loving each other, making each other happy, whether I’m here or not. You’re always welcome in my home.”

He felt the relief wash over them, their tense bodies relaxing in their chairs.

“Now, Steve.”

“Oh no. Don’t,” Eddie said, suddenly tense again.

“Now, wait a minute. It’s my job, Eddie.”

“No it’s really not. I’m an adult, I can take care of myself.”

Wayne turned to Steve with a small smile.

“You’ve heard the speech before, I’m sure. You hurt him, I hurt you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, if you hurt him on purpose, they’ll never find your body, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you,” Wayne turned to Eddie. “Same goes for you. You think just because you’re my blood I won’t protect Steve if you do somethin’ stupid?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now that that’s settled.” Wayne took a sip of his drink. “Steve, you like ice cream?”

“I love ice cream.”

“What’s your favorite flavor? I always keep Eddie’s in the freezer.”

“Oh. You don’t have to do that.”

“Stevie, you better answer him or he’ll guess.”

Steve laughed. He looked happy. Wayne liked that he looked happy.

“Mint chip.”

“We all have our flaws.”

“Hey! It’s good!”

Wayne laughed.

“Fine, fine. I’ll get some at the store this weekend.”

Wayne knew what it was like to have neglectful parents, and he knew that Steve may have had a lot of things handed to him, but never love and affection from his own parents.

So if he was someone Eddie loved, and who loved Eddie, then he was going to have to accept the love and affection Wayne had to offer.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #wayne munson #murray bauman #jim hopper #requests #this is like a 3 in 2 but 2 in 1 #shovel talks but barely #prompt 2 is EXACTLY 2000 words which has never happened before for me #ficlets

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hoppingonjim · 2 years

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Hearts and spanks- Eddie Munson

summary: your daddy, eddie tells you no, but you don't exactly listen, it's too late however, and the only way to reprimand you is by ruining your ass.

cw: ddlg dynamics, a glimpse of pet play, spanking/impact play, daddy!eddie munson, dark!(ish)eddie munson, dumbification, degrading, talk of eddie controlling the reader, dacryphilia, manhandling/throwing, nipple play, size kink, little reader, mean!eddie, dom!eddie, mean!dom!eddie (oof), hints of fingering, afab!reader {word count=1.5k} notes: i love ddlg but i haven't written for it in so long, so i apologize if this is more on the darker side. i will say eddie is fucking mean in this (imo) so,,, warning there i suppose. 18+ MINORS DNI

"please daddy! just one more, please?"

normally, eddie would cave and say yes. wanting to please you so bad and treat his little girl like the princess she was. however, this time he shakes his head, a hand raising to toy with the pink bow that donned your braid- the pink bow that he decided you should wear every night with a matching, silk nightgown. one that barely came below your thighs, the same one that displayed the curvature of your ass, all for him to stalk and enjoy, "no, sorry princess, s' gonna hurt your tummy, we don't want that, right?"

he draws a hand to rub circles on your stomach, his fingertips gripping more noticeably as the circling went on. you sigh, lips falling into a displeased pout as you look for him to give in- which he shows no sign of. sure, he gives you the baby voice, his own caring pout, but he wouldn't give in to you.

he was your daddy. you were the little girl.

"you can have more tomorrow, princess. promise. but let's just sleep right now, 'kay?" if you weren't such a pretty princess, eddie would be seething right now. he knew he spoiled you, of course only on occasions, but he still did. now was not an occasion though, and he just wished your little self-absorbed self would realize that and just listen.

meekly, you nod. you knew he was right. it was only ever in your daddy's nature to want the best for you, always making sure you were feeling well and satisfied. a sour mood though was nearing closer to you the more he felt him hold you closer, securely closer. in his routine before closing his eyes, he places a hand on your breast. cupping the supple skin, fingers mindlessly twisting and toying with the bud of your nipple, nail tracing the shape of your clothed areola.

any other night you would have been delighted, completely contented at such a soothing touch. tonight was not any other night and your brain was too preoccupied with the recurring taste of those heart candies your daddy had bought for you. it's only until you can hear his heavy breathing that you know he's in deep sleep.

that's when you decide to sneak. you're not all that stealthy, in fact you've earned the nickname clutz a few times or two by your daddy, but in the moment you were trying hard to be stealthy. on your tip toes, holding your breath to the point gags roll off your tongue, you only felt relief once you see you're out of the bedroom. opening your lips is more therapeutic than any session you've been in, and the sugary scent of those candy hearts swimming in the glass, centerpiece bowl is something that intoxicates your nose. breathless and hungry, you inch closer before grabbing a handful.

each heart pops into your mouth, one at a time. you savor the taste, the sugar that dissolves on the heat of your tongue, wintergreen melts into the corners of your mouth. you were certain you moan purely at the nostalgic taste.

it's a paradise for the duration. your mouth dancing with lemon, grape and cherry. your lips are satisfied, smiling in a daze once your tongue wets your bottom lip in fulfillment.

all paradises get rained upon, sadly, and that came true for you. hissing through teeth, veiny hands flick the light switch on. eyes glowing red, and lips stormy, your daddy wasn't all too pleased.

"the fuck did i tell you? no fucking more," he moves closer to you quickly, two fingers dig into your cheeks. furious, he yanks your head up so he can be greeted by your wide, doe eyes.

you know he's pissed, beyond pissed even. fumes blew from his ears in rage as he tugged down at your chin, "open the fuck up." you oblige, opening your jaw timidly.

heaving back and soon he spit into your mouth, closing your jaw tightly with wicked eyes, "fucking swallow it."

you could only look at him. there were many nights like this before, and you did think you swallowed it- you didn't realize you didn't until he huffed again, "i already knew you were a dumb whore, but this fucking dumb? how many fucking brain cells are left in that dead head of yours?" his fingers tap roughly on your temples, causing you to swallow. with watery eyes and wet eyelashes, he can only smirk at the glorious sight, "the dumb slut is crying, huh? well i've got more in store for you then."

it happened quickly. in a swift motion, you found yourself perched over his shoulder, a hand clamp on your ass cheeks. fingers tapped in a scolding rhythm of your skin until your back met the comforter in a slam.

in such a position like the one current, where you're helpless on his bed and sniffling, he just has to admire. admiring can't last forever though and in a liquid motion he sits himself down to the edge. with a whistle he calls you over, like a worthless dog. and you know your worth in moments like this, so while whimpering helplessly you come crawling over, laying yourself tensely over his knee.

there's a need he has to caress your ass, wanting you to feel suspense. he likes you, in this tense state, knowing what he's going to do to you. it's occasional, the way he taunts you by pressing his rings tightly against the covered skin.

"why so tense? loosen up a bit, daddy's just gonna show you what happens when you're a bad girl," his voice was softening up but his actions only grew rougher. another yank, another tug, just so he can see the tears rolling down your face.

there was no better sight than witnessing you all worried, all hurt. not even physically yet. fingers curl around the hem of the silk nightgown, leisurely lifting the cloth upwards and settling it on the arch above your ass. eddie can't describe how provoking it is to see you without your cotton, kiss-marked panties on. but rather your bare ass cheeks and slick cunt all for him to see.

you don't expect it, not yet anyway, when he delivers a firm blow to the right cheek. you whimper, yelping out like a hurt puppy- which is what you are to him. contrary to you, he laughs maliciously and rubs your other cheek before smacking it harder. his goal to see the skin turn raw.

he gets his wish with each spank, each slap complemented by the cool rigid texture of the rings, "fucking dumb slut, are you just that much of an airhead or are you too desperate for daddy to notice you?" another smack, harder than the last meets your nude skin, the sound of your innocent sobs creates harder smacks, "did you lose the ability to fucking speak too?"

you're hiccuping, sniffling and whimpering all at once, the sounds bouncing recklessly off the walls, "n-no daddy, too , too desperate to be noticed. need- attention," he just smirks, gripping onto a section of fat and manhandling it with a firmer grasp.

"well isn't that fucking obvious, you should be thanking daddy then, huh? thanking him for giving a whore like you attention," your body is turning limp with each spank, waving like the ocean and following the patterns of his hand.

desire becomes to much for him, and he shoves a finger inside your little wet hole, groaning to himself, "this gets you off? daddy having to fucking spank your dumb ass?" you can't even nod, too helpless at this point. only able to moan, you're soaked, your slick wetting your inner thighs, feeling your inner walls be harshly toyed with by eddie's singular finger, "that cunts gripping on pretty tight, too bad this pretty pussy can't get her daddy, you've been too bratty."

and he pulls his fingers away, leaving you gaping- both mouth and pussy.

there's only twenty more harsh spanks before he stops, now stroking your ass in the hopes of comforting you, rewarding you, "here, baby, look at me, princess-" you don't have to move a limb, he takes you in his arms and positions your body so you're straddling his lap, "daddy just doesn't want you getting a tummy ache, okay? daddy can't have his pretty little girl getting sick, you know that."

your cheeks are corrupted with the stains of tears that glisten when you nod, earning a small smile from him as you hiccup, "m', sorry daddy, i know you just want the best for me."

eddie loves your timid voice, so much so that he presses a loving kiss onto your forehead, hands falling to your hips, "atta girl, i know you are, sometimes i just feel like you can't listen. i get worried, babygirl, you, you're just so stupid sometimes."

you know he's right- well, not know, you just believe whatever he says. because eddie has no reason to lie to you, "i know daddy, m' stupid, need you to take care of me.

"i'll take care of you right now, baby, let me go run a bath."

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #dark!daddy!eddie munson #daddy!eddie munson #controlling!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #ddlgkinky #tw:ddlg #tw:impact play #little!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things s4 #st4 #netflix #steve harrington

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ii2ko · 11 months

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I HATE YOU.

itoshi rin.

hating on rin itoshi was a certainty of your life. he annoyed you to no end, even when you’re together.

you hate rin itoshi. oh how much you hated him was unbelievable, and you hate everything about him.

you hate the way his lips always find their way to leave a slight smile, you hate his eyes; especially how his top and bottom rows are much more better than yours. how is that even possible?! you hate it even more the way he looks at you. it pisses you off.

he looks at you as if you’re the person who created the universe. as far as you know, the way he looks at others isn’t similar to how he looks at you. it’s different.

and his lips. you hate those stupid soft looking lips that seem to never dry out. his mouth, his voice, everything. you hate the way his lips managed to be the reason you always took care of yours. you hate the way his mouth moves or curves into a smile due to any kind of reason it'll be, you'll copy. you hate the way his voice sounds, and fuck, it's like your alarm. you always wake up to the sound of his voice by a simple call of your name.

“[name],” rin’s muffled voice coming from a few of the sides of the pillows lowering his tone to make it a little less inaudible, but you still manage to awake from it. his breath fanning on your neck as the both of you lay on the shared bed.

you mumble something out with your voice sounding raspier than your boyfriend laying on you, his arms wrapped around your torso and his head on your collarbone, almost to your chest area.

comfortable silence between you two in the room grew more of a sleepy surrounding mood, just as quickly you awoke you almost fell asleep.

“mm... you know I love you right?” rin said in a shushed-like tone, his voice sounding groggy which made it easier for you to slightly understand when you were still half asleep.

“rinnie, of course, I know that.. now shh.. go off onto dreamland where you dream about us, ‘kay?” you giggled a bit when you said that, but it was true. you did know how much he loved you! I mean shit, no boyfriend that you’d ever thought to have would’ve ever treated you as good as rin does.

you felt his head move closer to you as his hair tickled small parts of your skin; making you smile. his eyes open to look at your half-closed ones with his looking as if he was admiring every part of your face. (which he was) shuffling his body around yours without removing his arms laced with your torso, he takes the position where you both are at each other’s face level.

“no, you don’t. and you never will know how much I love you.. ‘s something you will never understand.”

now opening your own eyes to fixate it on the eyes that were already staring back, the look of adoration love from afar basically said in his teal eyes, a smile dawning on his plush and soft lips.

“oh yeah?” you ask in a teasingly soft tone, making him smile just a little bit harder. “yeah.” he sighs as his eyelids droop down with ridiculously very pretty and long eyelashes, seeming to go back to the dreamland you talked about.

“mhm, I’ll think about that itoshi.” a slight groan could be heard from the boy infront of you when you say those words. “don’t call me that,” he huffs out while messy hair is leaning forward towards your face as he buried his face in your neck once again.

“makes me think you hate me..” the black-haired boy grumbles with him stuffing himself more into the warmth of your body, now you spooning him.

“I do hate you riri.” “no, you don’t.” “yeah, I do.”

lifting his head to face you looking down on him already with a playful but annoying look on your face as you stared back at him. “you do?” he questions— already knowing the answer though. “mhmm, always did.”

he shuts his eyes for the last time then brings his head back to the original spooned placement, mumbling a response of “whatever”.

after that, the sleepy but also comfortable silence came back as the two of you laid in bed together; entangled within each others’ limbs.

“I love you. ‘m so in love with you.” rin blurted out in the mid-silence after giving a small attitude to the past conversation.

“i love you too riri, always did.” you uttered out after him, giving a small kiss to his forehead as an assumption of a relaxed sigh of comfort came out from rin.

thinking about it, the sigh coming out of him came out a little too often as it became soften heard as time went on.. taking a look at him and—oh. how didn’t you notice he fell asleep?

now realizing something about rin and more of your feelings, you never hated him. and neither would you ever, but you just despised the insane lovely feeling he made you feel when you two were pinning on each other.

oh, how you love rin itoshi.

amihan’s note!

uhh take this rin oneshot i made while i make the double take first chapter STOP im trying my best so umm take this as a filler my bad!!!! dw it’ll come out soon

i love rin too so much so this was kinda self indulgent or whatever they call it i love u rin my bae

uhhh ok plz commentPLEASE and reblog thank uuuu

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x y/n #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x y/n #rin x you #n6gi : oneshot #n6gi : rin itoshi #n6gi : bllk

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coffee-master · 3 months

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Would Lloyd still get kidnapped by the snakes and Garmadon would have to help the Ninja ?

Would Nya find her true potential the same way Kai did ?

Yes, unfortunatelly Lloyd would get kidnapped and they need Garmadon.

How would Nya find her true potential?

Unlocking her true potential would be diffrent to Kai. They are two diffrent people who have other weaknesses.

So what's blocking Nya form unlocking her true potential?

Guilt Nya feels guilty towards Kai. She feels like she owns him something.

To explain everything when they were young Kai had to take care of Nya. During this time it wasn't easy for both of them, especially since Kai was still a child.

He had to find work, so he could provide money and food for both him and Nya. During her childhood Nya could often see Kai working very hard and often comming back home and immiediatelly going to bed, because he was so exhaused. He was always tired and on his hands she could always see wounds and scars from overhelming work.

After a while Kai also dropped out of school, because he couldn't work and study at the same time. It was simply too much for him, so he decided that, he'd only work instead.

Even though Nya wanted to do the same to support him, he refused and told her to go to school, so she would be well educated. He wanted her to have easier in the future.

During her childhood Kai was amazing brother, who cared deeply about her. He played with her, fixed her clothes, helped with simple stuff, bought or cooked meals and always smiled.

Even Kai's best efforts, he wasn't able to hide their poor situation and at some point Nya was able to notice. She was very cleaver girl.

Kai sacrificed so much for her.. His time, energy, health, childhood.

Seeing her brother sacrificing so much for her made Nya feel guilty, to the point when she started to ask herself if it would be easier for Kai if she wasn't there.

But the breaking point was when she noticed one time that Kai didn't eat anything on purpose so that it would be enough food for her.

Often their financial situation had ups and downs. I those times when there wasn't enough money for food, Kai lied to Nya that he had already eaten or wasn't hungry, so that she could eat.

But one time the brunette was able to catch him, drinking lots of water to numb the pain in his stomach.

This memory became deeply embedded in her mind and every time the situation in their home wasn't good, she started asking herself question.

Would it be better if I wasn't here? - If not me Kai wouldn't have to work that hard, to support two people. Maybe he'd still go to school. He wouldn't be so tired-

Nya just feels guilty.

She feels as if she's an albatross around Kai's neck. That she's holding him back or she isn't doing enough for him, as much as he for her.

Every time she got a present form her brother, she'd be excited because of it and then later sad, feeling like she doesn't deserve it.

But she didn't tell anything about this to Kai, thinking she'd make even more problems for him.

So she kept quiet.

Then suddenly there was a time, when Nya took a part in the technical competition and won. The brunette always loved building and at the teacher's urging, she applied. At first it was nice and funny experience for her, but then she recived a cash price for the first place.

That's when something new started. Nya won money and finnaly could help his brother.

In that moment she felt usefull, like she could help Kai and the fact that he was proud of her achievement made her even more motivated.

Nya started participing more in this competitions. She was determined and hard working.

To get some money she had to won first places. To achieve her goals she had to be the best.

If she wanted to be the best her projects had to be perfect, she told herself. There couldn't be any mistake.

Because when she was the best she could make a diffrence, she can help or even protect him.

Druing this time her guilt turned into light obsession over being the best, which had a big impact during her life as a ninja.

In the pilot when sceleton attacted Smiths Kai was kidnapped instead of Nya, because he kinda sacrificed himself.

Kai preffered that they'd take him instead of his dear sister. He'd do anything to protect her.

Meanwhile Nya was devastated, but also determined to get her brother back. That's why during her training with master Wu she was working very hard and became a ninja.

Later after she got Kai back they moved in.

Nya was actually very happy. They had new home and everything in abundance. She was very happy, because she could train with her new friends and Kai didn't need to work anymore.

Of course nothing would bring back his childhood and that time, but it was better than nothing. But at least now Kai could do anything he wanted and be safe.

But then as we know things started to get complicated and snakes appeared.

Kai & Lloyd's relationship improved and later Nya found out that Kai was Samurai X.

At first she was very mad, because she hated the man who stole her project, but then she felt confused.

Nya felt confused and angry, because why her brother had also to risk and fight for her? Why couldn't he just stop looking for her and simply enjoy his life?

Nya was angry, but once again left those thoughts only to herself.

And later we come to the (s01.ep10) when ninjas are going to safe Lloyd and go for the blade.

Kai didn't stay at the Bounty, because he wanted to make sure that his brother will be safe. So he went with the others.

During the missionin the end Llod, Nya & Kai are stuck in the vulcano and here Kai & Nya argue.

Kai: Nya c'mon we need to go! I've got Lloyd.

Nya: Then go! *still tries to take the blade*

Kai angry: Nya the whole place is going to errupt! Please take my hand!

Nya stubborn: I can do it myself!

Kai irritated: Why won’t you let me help you?!

Nya yell angrily: Because you’ve already done enough for me!

Kai confused: ..Nya what- What are you talking about?

Nya: *just realised what she had said and is terrified*

Nya: You sacrificed so much for me- If not me.. So let me just take care of you as you did for me!

Kai finally reasiling: Nya-

Nya desperately: Please, let me stop being your burden-!

Kai: You've never been!

Everyone: .....

Kai: Nya, you don't need to be the best or even good. You've always been enough for me-

Nya: Stop! If not me-!

Kai: Without you I wouldn't be here.

Nya shocked: ....

Kai: If not you, I wouldn't have strengh to fight. You were my motivation to keep going. Every time I felt like everything was breaking, you were the one that help me go through this- *smiles genuinely*

Nya: *smiles and takes his hand*

After that Nya found her true potential.

Nya played an important role in Kai's childhood, when their parents were gone.

If not she, he'd have been at his breaking point.

That little girl made him smile every time he felt bad and didn't make him feel lonely. Nya made him less scared and give him hope.

At that time he also made two promises:

I'll protect you at all cost.

I'll never leave you.

[Siblings elemental change AU]

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Hmm I just have this question in my mind. Who do you think is the worst yandere to deal with and who is the easiest to deal with in Joestar blood line? (If can, I'd love to know your ranking on each person)

For me, I think the worst to deal with is Jotaro (he is too strong and smart to fight back) and the easiest is Jonathan (a gentleman, he is so sweet, so easy to manipulate)

~ 🏵️ anon ~

I included Lisa Lisa + Holly because nobody talks about them enough. I love women. Technically Lisa Lisa doesn’t count but shhh. I omitted Johnny because I feel like I should reread sbr… This is subject to change if my interpretation of any of these characters develops, but for now I'm fairly confident in it.

From easiest to worst:

I have to agree with Jonathan for the easiest. He hasn’t discovered free will or the fact that he has the potential to be a lot worse. Look at DIO- besides from the vampirism, that’s all Jonathan. That’s terrifying. A man of that size hunting you down is frightening, but you’re in luck, Jonathan has no plans of mistreating you. He’s very careful to respect your wishes- and mopes when you tell him no. He respects you, he’s not going to go against your wishes and escort you home without you wanting it. (He’ll just follow behind. Very far behind. No one is going to harm his darling on his watch.) He sulks if you flat out reject him, but he’ll leave you alone for a little while. It’s not gentlemanly to pursue someone after they’ve said no! It’s not gentlemanly to beat all of his love’s suitors to almost-death either, but that’s got nothing to do with you. “I just can’t afford to lose you. Won’t you please let me walk you home?”

The worst you’re getting with Josuke is his little random urges to act on his sadism, which is once in a blue moon. You’re fine. You even have the right to go outside and go places without him! He’s like the obsessive boyfriend that blows up your phone when you haven’t texted him in a while. If your phone has a do not disturb mode you’ll be alright. Just send him a selfie and a quick explanation of every little thing in the shot. He tends to cling when you return to him, but is that really so bad? Josuke’s your own personal weighted blanket, and doesn’t jump to conclusions when you miscommunicate. He’ll hear you out, let you explain yourself, take some time to think about it, and give you a little smack on the wrist if you didn’t do anything too bad. That isn’t to say that he won’t properly punish you, it’s just that it takes a lot for him to get there. He’s fair. “You’re going out? Kay, text me.”

Holly is a sweetheart, and by herself, should be much higher on this list.. Her son, however… is the worst. He likely learned his yandere tendencies from her in his youth, when she was still with his father. If you’re going to “parent” him, he’s gonna make sure you’re really fit to be around her in the first place. Holly knows how to read the room, she’s very good at picking up on someone’s true intentions. She’s seemingly very passive, but that isn’t really the case! Holly is very tolerant. She understands the stress, and just wants to help. You can lash out, say things out of stress, maybe even try to run away, but you’ll be back. If you’re not… Well, first you’ll receive a very special “pretty please” message, and second you’ll receive a very pissed off Jotaro, here to drag you by your collar back to where you belong. Holly truly believes that she knows better, and while she doesn’t have the personality to be firm and a bit mean to you to get you back in line, her son does. She doesn’t want to punish you! You’re her everything, your pain is her pain! You’re never in any real danger with Holly. Jotaro coming to get you, though? Fair game. “Oh, sweetheart… please let me put a bandaid on that. I’ll kiss it better!”

As long as you’re complacent, you’ll survive Joseph. Considering the lack of a physical threat, he should be a bit higher, but he’s more overbearing than Holly is, and more willing to trap you himself. Sure, he’ll follow you everywhere and insist on showing you every little thing he’s doing, but he means well. He’s very overbearing, but as long as you consistently show Joseph affection and the attention he’s begging for, you’re allowed to have a relatively normal life. It’s like having a big puppy following you around that thinks he’s a lap dog. He just won’t ever leave you alone. Or let you buy things yourself. Why would he?? He’s right there, let him do it! Not like he’s doing anything with that Joestar money. Joseph’s very touchy, he’ll almost always have his arm around you, or insist on holding hands. He needs you. He goes crazy without you. He can’t sleep, won’t train to his full potential, and barely touches his food if you’re not there. Joseph is obsessed with you, and can’t do anything without having a little hit of you first. Poor guy. “Have you ever thought about moving to new york?”

Jolyne can be an asshole, but she’s a lot better than the rest of this list. She tells it to you how it is- you’re hers, and she wants to be by you all the time. Jolyne’s not the most emotionally expressive, I see her a lot in younger Jotaro, but she is very verbally expressive. She has no mental filter; Nothing’s ever up in the air when it comes to Jolyne. She’s just sort of keeping guard over you most of the time, and is fine with just being around you, for a little while. She’s fine with physically threatening you if you get out of line, her muscles aren’t just for aesthetics. She does it in “subtle” ways- picking you up to move you out of her way, pulling you onto her lap, putting her well-built thigh over you while you’re sleeping together. She tells you to call her “Jojo” and won’t answer to anything else- I think she spent too much time with Gwess. She craves that mushy, disgustingly affectionate talk she used to get from her ex, and fully expects it from you. She’s terribly insecure, and needs the consistent reassurance that you’re into her or she’ll get in your face about it. You don’t like her anymore? What kind of stupid bitch changes their mind in a day? Did she do something? Are you mad?? What’d she do??? “You and me. That’s all you gotta think about.”

Lisa Lisa loves to micromanage. You don’t really need to think with her, do you. All of your needs will be met on her private island- there’s staff, luxurious utilities, and plenty of space for you to “free roam.” You might feel free in the beginning, but once you see people going about their day across the water, it’s clear how trapped you are. Lisa Lisa likes keeping you where she can see you, and if she’s busy with training, you can sit off to the side where it’s safe to watch. If it weren’t for Suzi Q, she’d ask that you bring her drinks every once in a while. Aht. Don’t forget her kiss, either. Lucky for you, Suzi Q is absurdly good at her job, and you won’t need to lift a finger. Just sit there, read your magazine in the sun, or pay attention to Lisa Lisa’s teachings. Not that she’d ever approve of you using hamon. You're meant to be hers, that's it. What's the point of teaching a lap dog how to be a guard dog? Just sit still and be pretty for her, or face the consequences. “Darling, come back inside.”

Jotaro does not know how to be normal. His yandere “habits” weren’t exactly discouraged in his youth, so he sees no issue with behaving this way. An older Jotato might be better to deal with- he’s more calm, more rational. I’d put older Jotaro in the high middle difficulty rather than being on top, since he has a lot more patience and won’t just rush to kidnap you, but young Jotaro? I’ll pray for you. Most of the people down this low on the list are intelligent, thorough, and aggressive. Jotaro meets all three of those categories. He just wants to protect you. Don’t be stupid and push him away. Controlling and way too overprotective, Jotaro sleeps well at night knowing that you’re exactly where you need to be- locked up where no one else can find you, and in his arms. He doesn’t really think much of physical affection- his mother normalized it so much that he truly doesn’t see anything wrong with always touching you. He’s just making sure your heart’s still beating, your lungs are still working, your stomach isn’t growling… Jotaro knows you need the sun, but to be honest, the most you’re getting is the courtyard, or an open window. He just can’t risk it. Maybe he can be convinced to give you some vitamins for what you’re lacking, as long as he can read the label and have some time to research where exactly it’s coming from. If you try to run away enough times, he’ll break your legs. He really doesn’t want to, and will hesitate riiiight before he snaps them both, but he will. He’ll nurse you back to health, and work you through physical therapy, so don’t whine. You did this to yourself. “Don’t be such a pain in the ass, I’m helping you.”

Giorno is not too keen on letting his possessions act on their own. That’s what you are, really. All of passione is under his possession, sure, the products, the money… the people. He views you as one of his things. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t love you, he very much so does, but there just isn’t room for doubt that Giorno views you as ‘his’ first, and a person second. He knows what he’s doing to you by clipping your wings, it’s a shame things have to be this way in order for him to obtain what he wants. He understands it's wrong to kidnap someone, and to restrain them, but in the end, isn't it for the better? It's like keeping a cat strictly indoors. You may underestimate him since he isn’t as physically built as the rest of his family- even Jolyne has considerably more muscle than him- but that would be unwise. Giorno’s thought of every possibility, and has prepared for it sufficiently- what he has on Jotaro is his ability to adapt, quickly. He's a very quick learner. Giorno can sweet talk his way out of any situation, whether that be through twirling his hair and giving you that doe eyed expression or through a genuine threat. He has both the foundation and passione twirled around his pinky. What makes Giorno so awful is his ability to read you, and the fact that if you ever seriously wrong him, you’ll never see Heaven. Once Giorno loves you, it's him or death- You get no warnings. It’s pointless to hide your true intentions from Giorno. You may think you have choices, but it’s all the same in the end. His expectations are very high, but to avoid disappointment, he’ll likely pick someone that already meets some of his requirements- Why would he go through the effort of fixing someone to his liking when he can find someone that’s perfect for him, and will stay perfect? Giorno is as alluring as can be, and once you’re finally within his grasp, there is no way out. “I expected more from you.”

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kimbappykidding · 1 year

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What Exo do when they've got a crush on you

Xiumin - Shows off

Xiumin was naturally very sweet and kind and that's how he was most of the time. However, the second you appeared he got competitive and wanted you to be his. So that went out of the window and a new Xiumin was born.

Sehun was throwing a leaving party for Kai's enlistment as a thinly veiled hint he wanted the same when he left. Xiumin's eyes were on you as soon as you entered and he knew you'd probably head into the kitchen at some point for a drink so this was his time. He took off his jumper leaving him in his small tightly fitted tank top and started carrying crates of alcohol in from the garage. On the 5th one you entered and Xiumin pretended not to see you until he was right in front of you "hey Y/n, you look nice". You smiled "thanks so do you...do you need any help? That looks heavy". "Not for me" he smiled and saw you look down at his bicep. Xiumin put the crate down and made a show of stretching in his skin-tight top "so how're things?".

You talked for a while and Xiumin got you a drink, effortlessly popping the cork and acted like it was nothing even though he noticed the impressed look on your face. He then took you around the room impressing you whenever he cound. He climbed up the DJ booth to tell him your request and effortlessly jumped back down before asking you to dance with him when your song played.

Xiumin knew your favourite song so he'd already thought about how he'd dance to it. He acted as if he hadn't choreographed a dance he knew looked good on him and went with the music. "Wow you're such a good freestyler" you commented and Xiumin smiled "true but every dancer needs a partner, care to be mine tonight?" he asked holding his hands out to you. You blushed but nodded and Xiumin placed your hands around his neck "good" he told you.

Safe to say his plan was a huge hit.

Suho - Does stuff and then instantly regrets it

Suho is what we call a spontaneous romantic. He would do things that in the moment seem like a good idea and then cringe at what he'd just done. Suho figured the best way to win you over was to be nice to you so he tried to show you his support but it always went wrong.

At an award show, he was being interviewed along with Exo when he misheard the presenter. He thought she asked him to sing his new favourite song so he sang the solo song you'd recently released and got odd looks. The presenter had actually asked him what his favourite food was so Suho looked a little odd. Another time he'd accidentally kidnapped a dog for you. There was a doggy daycare at your company building and Suho knew your dog. So one day when he saw you leaving but spotted your dog still in daycare he panicked. He flew into the daycare, explained/yelled to the staff what he was doing and ran out after you. Turns out it wasn't actually your dog at all and he's stolen someone else's.

These had both happened within the same week and Suho didn't think he could cope with any more mishaps, but fate was not on his side because you were MCing at an award show that night. Before the start, Suho promised himself he wouldn't do anything embarrassing. He broke that 20 seconds in.

You walked out on stage and started addressing the crowd. You were talking quite quietly and Suho hoped you were okay when to his horror he realised you greeted the room and none of the idols replied. A silence stretched out and Suho couldn't get why nobody was reacting. Never wanting to see you upset he stood up and loudly cheered. You paused and Suho spotted some people looking at him but you carried on asking if they were ready for a good night. "Yeah! Go Persephone!" he screamed your group name and several more idols looked at him before Chanyeol yanked him down. "What are you doing she's just doing a mic check. We're not live!". Suho realised with horror Chanyeol was right and he'd been screaming like an idiot. He was mortified.

At the afterparty Suho wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. All through the award show he'd been staring at the floor replaying how bad it had been. He was only at this party to show his face, he figured 20 minutes and he could flee then you entered. Suho tried to hide. He could only imagine what you thought of him and was going to leave right now when you made a beeline for him. "Hey, how are you?" you asked and Suho smiled pretending he wasn't dying inside. "I'm good, you were amazing tonight". You blushed "thank you...I really appreciated your support. It was really sweet". Now Suho blushed "I'm so sorry I never realised you weren't live". "No don't apologise, you didn't do anything wrong. It was funny and nice. I like people who do what they think is right and aren't afraid to go against the norm. It's really impressive". "Impressive?" Suho asked and you nodded "you do it a lot and it's really attractive when men don't take themselves too seriously". Suho blanked as you called him attractive and you smiled "want to get a drink with me". Suho nodded "yes very much but let me buy it". "How about you get the first round and I get the second?" you offered and Suho nodded.

Any thoughts of leaving were now long gone.

Lay - The sweetest

Lay was kind to everyone but the guys could tell he was interested in you because he went overboard. You worked in the same building and Lay would go out of his way to make your day. He'd buy an extra coffee on his way in for you. He wouldn't let you carry anything bigger than your phone up the stairs without insisting he took it for you. He even cleaned his car weekly because you carpooled and commented on his nice his car smelt. It was cute but the guys didn't think you'd realised Lay was in love with by how clean his car mats were. So they encouraged him to flirt with you a little more. Lay wasn't sure but they told him this would work and so he decided to give it a go.

Lay saw you at an award show and hung back from the guys to come over to you. He could only spare a few seconds because they were going to perform but he managed to appear next to you. "Hey" he said and you smiled "Hi Lay" How are you?". "I'm good, I have to go perform but I wanted to let you know, you look really pretty tonight". You paused blushing "I do?" and Lay nodded "then again I think you always do. See you later Y/n" and he rushed away.

Later on after the show Lay saw you waiting at a bar and appeared next to you. He asked you how your night was and you chatted before Lay insisted on paying. "I want to treat you" he replied when you asked why and you blushed again. "Are you sure?" you asked and Lay nodded "I like seeing you smile" and he passed you your drink. You thanked him and rushed away a little flustered.

You kept noticing Lay watching you and his behaviour towards you had been so hot! You were however anxious at a guy like Lay expressing interest in you and so drank a little more than you should. Hours later your members were helping you to the car but you were the tallest member and were difficult to escort. Lay noticed you stumbling and came over "Y/n would you like any help?" he asked and you nodded. Lay took your arm and put another around your waist as he led you to the car. He flagged down a taxi for you and your members and placed you in, fastening you in securely. "Drink lots of water and rest" he told you. "Why are you so kind to me?" you asked and Lay blushed "because I like you" and you nodded "I like you too" and kissed him. Lay was taken aback because you were his crush and your members rushed to apologise. Lay told them it was fine and watched the car drive away.

His members were thrilled when he told them he'd gotten a kiss but then he confessed you were drunk and probably wouldn't remember a thing. So Lay went to sleep very dishearted, figuring you'd never be his when he woke up to a text. "Fancy getting dinner with me next weekend? I can't remember much of last night but if you meant what you said then I'd love to go out with you". Lay let out a happy squeal before texting you back. You replied back soon after and your response almost floored Lay.

"Great, hopefully our second kiss will be better than our first".

Lay would make sure of that.

Baekhyun - Will not stop flirting

Baekhyun flirts with everything and anything. Chanyeol once said he'd flirt with his reflection if it'd talk back and Baekhyun admitted he would but with you it was different. Baekhyun literally couldn't turn it off and was blatantly obvious he wanted you. What really drove him crazy is you could give it back.

Baekhyun had a sixth sense and that sense was you. His head turned before the door even opened and you walked down the corridor. Baekhyun smiled because he'd been eying you all through the show and now you were finally here. "I've got a bone to pick with you" he cried and you smiled "I'm sure you have". "Why would you wear that outfit? You did it just to test my attention didn't you?". "Why? Were you struggling to watch the show?" you asked. Baekhyun shook his head "no there was no competition, my eyes haven't left you all night so if articles come out about us it's all your fault". You laughed "you'd love if an article appeared like that". "Of course I would, I want you" Baekhyun replied seriously and you smiled at him toying with his tie. "We all want a lot of things" you replied and walked away. Baekhyun loved how you could make him speechless and hurried after you.

You managed to evade him and he didn't see you until afterwards at a club. Baekhyun saw you talking to some Seventeen members and stepped forwards. "Sorry boys but if you're asking Y/n out I bagsied it". Seungkwan, Dk and Hoshi laughed. "Oh are you two together?" DK asked and you smiled "he wishes". "I do" Baekhyun nodded "and Y/n won't admit it but she wants me too". You rolled your eyes but were smiling. "You can deny it all you want but we're destined Y/n and one of these days it will happen" he said gazing down at you "but for now enjoy your night" and with a kiss to your hand he disappeared.

"Wow" Seungkwan said "he didn't even say that to me but I'm swooning". The others nodded and you laughed "he's always like that". "And it doesn't affect you?" Hoshi asked. You watched Baekhyun across the room and shook your head "I wouldn't say that...more I'm biding my time".

You knew Baekhyun was right and one day you'd admit everything to him but for now, you were having too much fun flirting with him.

Chanyeol - Gets competitive

Chanyeol liked to win and do well at things which was why he hadn't asked you out. He wanted it to be perfect and to do it right. He'd liked you for a while now and was just waiting for the right chance when he realised he had competition.

He saw you chatting to Got7's Jackson at a table and could tell it was quite flirty and he shot the boy daggers. He remembered a few weeks ago when the two of you had been at a restaurant and you'd bumped into Jackson. He had eyes only for you and Chanyeol knew he was into you. So seeing the two of you together shot a sense of urgency into him. There was no way he was letting someone else slip in before him. A guy he couldn't trust to treat you as well as he would? Not happening.

So Chanyeol came over to you with a drink. "Here you go" he said passing it to you and you smiled "you remembered?". "Of course I remembered your drink, who do you take me for?" he asked putting an arm around your shoulders before turning to Jackson. "Oh hey I didn't see you there" he said. Jackson smiled "hey, I like your shirt". "Thanks" Chanyeol said and you looked between them. "Jackson and I were just discussing what it's like to be a foreign idol" you explained and Chanyeol nodded because you were from Japan. "Yeah I still remember when you arrived, you thought it was so cold" Chanyeol said laughing "you were shivering so much I gave you my coat". You chuckled remembering that moment "yeah I forgot about that. You were so welcoming and kind". He shrugged "I just wanted to make you feel at home. Then we were attached at the hip from then on" he said and you smiled at him.

"I think I'll go back m to my table" Jackson said and Chanyeol feigned sadness "aww no really?". "Yeah I'll see you both later" and he walked away. Chanyeol smiled seeing him go and you chuckled "why don't you like him?". "Who says I don't?" he asked. "Just the way you were looking at him, it was as if you hated him". Chanyeol shook his head "I didn't hate him I just didn't want him to beat me to something". "And what's that?" you asked and Chanyeol smiled. This was as good a time as ever so he told you everything.

You said yes of course.

D.O. - Tries to impress you

D.O. was the type who never wanted anyone to know he had a crush. He preferred to pretend he wasn't interested at all and guarded his heart tightly...but he was very aware of you and determined to make you notice him. He wanted you to come to him and tried to do that by playing the dark and mysterious stereotype. You were Chanyeol's sister and so were over a lot and D.O. made sure to be around when you were there but also a little inaccessible. He'd show up but always leave early because he "had something else on" to make himself seem interesting. Then when he was around he'd quietly watch the group and choose his words carefully. This seemed to work as whenever he made a joke you noticed and laughed. D.O. caught you watching him a few times and he loved it. He made sure to wear clothes he looked good in and didn't let the company anywhere near his hair because he like the current style. Then finally one night it all paid off because you approached him. It was Chanyeol's birthday party and the house was full because he had lots of friends. You arrived and D.O. only allowed himself 3 seconds to admire you before disappearing across the room. An hour later you found him in the kitchen and came up beside him. "Hey" you smiled getting a drink and D.O. nodded to you "hey, having a nice time?". You nodded "I am! Are all these people really friends with my brother?". You were trying to open a bottle but were having trouble. D.O. shrugged "yeah, he claims he’s social and has good genes...which I'm more inclined to believe after meeting you" and he reached across and opened your bottle for you. You blinked at his compliment and the movement "thanks" you said blushing "I still find it odd how many people know what he's like and like him". D.O. smiled "if it makes you feel any better I can't believe it either" and you laughed. "Didn't you ever want to be an idol?" D.O. asked "you've totally got the style for it". You blushed again "I would've loved to but I can't sing". "You could be a dancer?" he shrugged and you smiled "I can't dance either". "Well visual then, you can't tell me you don't have that because I can see you". You blushed going bright pink and smiled "thanks...would you like to get a drink with me? I mean I know we both have drinks but would you maybe want to go sit together and hang out?". D.O. nodded playing it cool but on the inside he was squealing. "Sure that'd be fun" he replied ignoring his internal monologue and led you to a chair outside. You stayed together all night and by the end of the night D.O. had your number. The strong mysterious type never fails.

Kai - Compliments you 24/7

Kai met you through Hwasa. You were in her group Mamamoo and were picking her up after the Olive Young campaign but got here early. You texted Hwasa who brought you inside to wait and Kai was hooked from the first glance. Hwasa could tell from the look on Kai's face that he was into you so she decided to be a good friend and lied telling you her car was in the garage all week so you'd come and pick her up. She thought one day or two tops Kai would work his magic and you'd be going out on a date but Kai wasn't as sexy in real life as he seemed on stage. He was oddly sweet. Hwasa walked in with you one morning and Kai actually gasped "wow Y/n I love your shoes!". You looked down at them as did Hwasa and both paused. You were wearing Converse which you thought looked a little old but smiled "Thanks Kai...I like your shoes too". "They're nowhere near as nice as yours" he said and you chuckled "okay" while Hwasa facepalmed. Every day was like that. Kai would find the weirdest thing to compliment you on, your forearms or your black jeans. Every day you thanked him and returned the favour. At the after-party to celebrate the shoot close Kai was at it again and he complimented you on your forehead, socks and gums all in one conversation. "Is Kai okay?" you asked Hwasa and she sighed. She figured if she didn't intervene nothing would happen "he likes you, that's what the excessive complimenting is". You paused "really? But how is he so bad at this? He's Kai!". Hwasa laughed "and? You're Y/n, I guess he's met his match". You blushed but smiled watching him across the room "you're sure he likes me?". "Yes so go get him!" Hwasa said pushing you towards him. She watched as you made your way over to him and began to explain. Kai went bright pink before a huge smile spread across his face and he nodded vigorously at what Hwasa presumed was you asking him out. You stayed together for the rest of the evening and as Hwasa passed you both later in the evening she called "you're welcome" making you both blush.

Sehun - Tries to seduce you...but fails

Sehun had a curse. He could be sexy doing the most mundane thing, he'd literally had compliments about how he took his wallet out of his pocket and things like that. However, when he wanted to act sexy, like when he was talking to the pretty stylist at work, he just couldn't. Sehun had his eye on you from your first day when he gasped when he saw you and asked Suho what group you were in. His hyung explained you weren't an idol but a member of staff and Sehun was sure you were in the wrong profession but your talent with clothes was undeniable. Career decision aside, Sehun decided he wanted to date you so he started trying to flirt. Sehun thought this would be easy considering you were his stylist and he looked good in clothes but he was wrong. The first time you worked together Sehun wasn't very well but tried to make a good impression. It was going well, you were smiling at him and joking around and then he let out the loudest more powerful sneeze of his life. It got messy and Sehun had to run for tissues while trying to hide his face from you. The next time Sehun heard you were going to be measuring him for a skin-tight concept so he made sure to exercise in the gym the day before as he'd have to be shirtless. Everything was going well until he overslept and had to race to get to the building. When he arrived he started taking his clothes off before realising the underwear he'd chosen this morning...was his oldest pair which had Spongebob Squarepants on as a joke from Kai. He debated climbing out the window so you wouldn't have to see them but too late you knocked on the door and entered. Sehun saw the smirk on your face when you noticed them and he could've died right then and there. The guys all thought it was hilarious but Sehun didn't agree. He felt as if time was running out for him to make a good impression with you and so when he heard you'd be working at their concert he decided this was his time. He arrived at the venue and there you were. "Good Afternoon" he called to you and you smiled "Hi Sehun, we've got some good looks for you today". "Cool, thanks Y/n" he said and came over to where you were standing. "You can't always tell you're a stylist because of the way you dress" he said and you paused. Sehun saw the frown on your face and realised what he'd said "I mean you can! You CAN tell you're a stylist...because you dress like all the magazines...I mean not like all the magazines, you're unique but you're also not..." he said cringeing. You nodded "right...shall we try your first one on?". "So how did round 3 go with Y/n?" Lay asked as they were going on stage. Sehun frowned "I insulted her". "On purpose?" Baekhyun asked and Sehun shook his head "no but it still happened". The guys went to comment but had no words and Sehun told them not to bother. Sehun enjoyed performing because it made him feel good and helped him think. He realised he'd been playing this all wrong. The slow game never worked well for him. He was best at confidence and committing to what he wanted so he decided to go for it. So in the interval when you came to assess his clothes he took a breath "Y/n I'm sorry for what I said earlier". "It's okay I'm sure you were just nervous" you said smiling and Sehun nodded "I was but not about performing...I like you Y/n and want to ask you out". You blinked a him "oh..." and Sehun nodded "I think you're super pretty and cool so would you like to get a drink with me after the show?". You blushed going red and nodded "yeah I'd like that" and Sehun grinned "great...so I'll see you afterwards" and he raced back on stage and gave the performance of his life.

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a little on-brand seasonal idea? eddie and a scared reader going to a haunted house, eddies all like “i’ll protect you dont you worry” but then you get separated or something & he finds you crying/upset/anxious. proceeds to be the angel he is & comforts you

hiiii i hope u like it! ty for requesting :)) | 0.8k words, scared reader, sweet sweet eddie

Eddie loves Halloween. It’s his favorite holiday.

This meant that he would drag you along to every single Halloween activity he could think of. You’d complain, but really you were happy that you’re the person he thought of to do this stuff with.

When it comes to movies, you’re usually okay, only hiding in Eddie’s neck or shoulder at the super graphic or scary stuff. In real life, however, you were scared of so much.

Spiders and snakes and every cliche fear, really. Eddie didn’t mind, though, because he liked to protect you. He likes to be the one you yelled for to kill a bug, to call when you were nervous alone at night. It made him feel helpful, needed.

He had to do a lot of convincing to get you to go to the haunted house with him. You hated the jump scares, the masks people wore. But you liked to make him happy and so, you eventually agreed.

He beamed at you, promised not to let go of your hand for a second.

That brought you to where you were now, sitting in Eddie’s van that was parked outside a haunted house he saw in the paper. He was excited, practically bouncing on his feet. You, on the other hand, were a ball of nerves.

When you’re walking towards the entrance and your steps slow, he slings an arm over your shoulders, urging you to walk with him.

“Don’t you worry, baby. I’ll protect you.”

“I know. Just scared.”

“That’s the point!” He’s being overly positive to try and make you feel better. It’s kind of working. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

You can't imagine describing this as fun, but you walk inside with him anyways.

He makes good on his promise to hold your hand, he doesn’t let go at all. He even takes his free one to give you brief hugs after each scare. You certainly aren’t having fun and you feel awful about it, but he does help you feel safer.

It’s not until the very last jump scare that the experience is completely ruined.

You could see the exit, and by mistake, you let your guard down, stopped clinging onto Eddie’s arm the way you had been for the majority of the haunted house. Then, some sort of thing jumps out at you while fake spiders drop from the ceiling, thin strings holding them just above your heads.

You actually scream this time, not just a squeal or a scared gasp. A full on scream. You get so scared your eyes fill with tears.

As soon as Eddie hears that scream he knows to get you out of there so he squeezes your hand tight and pulls you until you’re outside. He doesn’t stop until you’re by his van again, away from other people.

“Shhh. Baby, you’re okay,” he holds your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs while you lean against the side of the car.

“Sorry,” you sniff, more tears fall. “I didn’t make that fun.”

“Stop it,” he kisses your forehead. “This is on me, ‘kay? Should’ve known you wouldn’t like it.”

He feels horrible. The last thing he wanted to do was make you cry. He thought that maybe going through the haunted house would ease your fears a little but he’s made them worse.

Realistically, he’s not responsible. He couldn’t have known about the last scare, but he feels terrible anyways.

“Promised to protect you and look what happened,” he says.

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you’ve calmed down some, your eyes still shiny but no more tears have fallen. Your eyes are slightly puffy, you have tear tracks in your makeup. “Not your fault I’m so scared.”

“Baby. I’m still sorry. Still love me?”

“Like I could ever stop.”

It’s true, you don’t think anything could take the love you have for this boy away. He’s so caring, so soft with you and it shows. His rings cool against your cheeks but his gaze is warm. He hasn’t taken his hands off of you, and you reach up to grasp his wrists, give them a squeeze. A reassurance.

“Yeah?” He smiles, “I love you, fears and all. How ‘bout we go home and you can pick a movie.”

“Not a scary one.”

“No, not a scary one. Whatever you like. And I’ll cuddle you real good. Squeeze that stupid haunted house memory right out of you.”

He draws a smile from you with his words. You don’t know how you got lucky enough to deserve someone like him. Someone who stays good when he’s faced so much negativity, someone who loves so completely that you feel it every second of every day.

“Sound like a plan, baby?”

You nod, he kisses you, and he takes you home.

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Seventy-Two Hours with Kai Parker

bonnie bennett x kai parker | part 1 | requested

summary: bonnie should've known the night was too good to be true. the wedding was perfect, and went exactly as planned. not even a chair was out of place. but with a ceremony so flawless, she should've known. should've sensed, at least, the man lurking in the corner; watching the whole thing. watching, waiting - for her to be alone. because her betrayal really hurt him, and he was out to get even.

tags: dub-con, kidnapping, dark magic, bond, breeding kink, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, possessiveness, a smidge of soft!kai but he's mostly very dominant

word count: 9.9k

@sage1998c I hope you like how it turned out! It has been very fun to write. Part 2 is planned out, but I'm still writing it. :)

The wedding was absolutely perfect. The scene was beautiful, Jo looked gorgeous, Alaric was crying, and everything went smoothly. It felt like one of the first times in Mystic Falls where something actually went as planned. No one could’ve asked for a better outcome. A lovely couple was unified and promised the rest of their lives to spend together.

Bonnie was just about to go home, but stayed to help Caroline with some last minute de-decorating. Elena was supposed to be the one helping, but she and Damon decided to reconnect twenty minutes before the wedding, and only took a break for the service and reception. The minute the first couple went home, they took their cue to leave, too.

When Caroline started packing away the picturesque set, Bonnie offered a hand. She’d just be going back to an empty house, anyway.

It’s around midnight by the time the girls pack the last box. Caroline wipes a nonexistent sweat off her forehead, showing more exhaustion than anything. Bonnie, on the other hand, sighs, and puts her hands on her hips. They survey their work, then nod at a job well done.

“Well… that was a lovely wedding,” Caroline comments, “thank you for helping me clean up.”

“Of course. See you tomorrow?”

“Maybe in the evening? I might sleep all day,” the blonde jokes.

“Same. Well, see you soon, Care. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

A hug is shared before they part ways. Their cars are parked far from one another’s, considering Bonnie got there early to help Jo, and Caroline arrived late, way after the horde of Gemini that had attended. Luckily, the coven is long gone, and neither car is hard to find.

Bonnie’s car is in sight, actually. She spots it in the distance, then looks down into her purse to find her keys. But as she digs through gum packages, spare bandaids, medicine bottles, and other necessities, she neglects to keep an eye out for her surroundings.

A near fatal mistake.

With her eyes down and hands in her purse, Bonnie’s no match for the man that was hiding in the shadows. He grabs her arm first, then clamps a hand over her mouth. He pulls her head into his chest, and when she lifts her spare hand to fight back, he takes a hold of it, too. His grip is strong, and in no time, she feels herself losing consciousness. She tries to scream despite the hand over her mouth, but his hold only tightens. Blood drains from her face and terror takes over as a familiar voice whispers in her ear, “miss me?” Her legs go weak, then vision fades to black.

The next time Bonnie opens her eyes, she’s on the ground. She’s sitting upright, with her legs tucked underneath her, and her hands tied to a large metal pole. Her mouth is dry and there’s a faint taste of blood, but she assumes it’s from biting her own tongue. She’s still in the dress she was wearing, minus her jacket, though that’s the least of her concerns right now. At the moment, she wants to know if her kidnapper was really him, or if that was a trick of her mind.

“Lemme guess,” his voice breaks the silence. It echoes throughout the otherwise empty room. “You’re wondering if I really came back, or if that was all just a little dream about me.” The only light in the room is shining down on her. Bonnie doesn’t even have to see him to know it’s Kai - only he’d be that dramatic. When he steps into the light, the boots give her confirmation. “That would be cute,” he chuckles, “you dreaming about me. Bet I could make it happen.” He crouches down, knee touching the cement floor. A multi-ringed hand creeps into sight, crawling towards her like a spider. “But not today. Not a dream. It’s really me, Bonnie. I found you.” Only then does he finally step forward, a mischievous smile on his face. “Hi.”

“Malachai,” she spits out.

“Ooh! We’re doing full names. Well… I do believe I asked you a question.”

Bonnie narrows her eyes, confused. “You didn’t-”

“Did you miss me?”

She takes a deep breath, then puts on the most confident face she can muster. “No. I enjoyed the time you were locked away. You deserved it. You should still be there, in fact.”

“Brave words from the girl with her hands tied,” he gets closer, “powerless, vulnerable.”

She doesn’t answer.

“If it means anything, I missed you, BonBon. Damn, it hurt, getting betrayed by you like that. Yet I still thought about you everyday.”

The girl rolls her eyes. “How did you even get out?”

Kai smiles. “I vaguely remember a mention of an old Bennett witch being buried in Nova Scotia. Ring any bells?”

Her eyes go wide, and she curses herself for not thinking of that before trapping him there.

“Yeah. Sucked up all that magic and got myself out.”

“And you had nothing better to do than come bother me?”

“Oh, this is exactly what I planned. I told you, I thought about you everyday. First, about how upsetting it was that you turned your back on me. How much I wanted you to give me a second chance, yet you refused. As time went on, the thoughts only got stronger. How I needed to get back and find you. I need you to want me, too.” Before Bonnie can retort, he adds, “and if you don’t, well, I guess I can make you want me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He’s close enough that she can see him in detail. The blueness of his eyes; the small hairs growing on his face. Her eyes fall to a bite wound on his neck. She fights the urge to question it.

Kai’s gaze follows hers down, though. He chuckles. “Blood in exchange for answers. Y’know, maybe you shouldn’t have locked me up in a prison world full of angry ex-Gemini siphoners. They had a lot of family history to share, with the right motivation.”

Bonnie gulps. “What kind of history?”

“Coven secrets. Stuff they tried to bury. But much like the siphon gene, it never stays hidden for long.” Kai clicks his tongue. “Anyway, as long as I kept them fed, they told me loads of stuff that the Geminis used to do. Pretty dark stuff, I’ve got to say. You think my family is fucked up? Wait until you hear how my ancestors were.”

“I don’t care about your ancestral knowledge, Kai. Why did you bring me here?”

“That’s just the thing. If you’d let me finish my sentence, you’d find out.”

She rolls her eyes.

That mischievous smile returns to his face. “Do you remember the merge?”

“You mean the thing that made you kill your brother? Of course.”

“Yeah. It’s like that. Ish. Basically, it’s called a bond. I borrow just a bit of your blood, perform a little witchy woo spell, and let the magic work itself out. And then, you’ll be mine, as you should be.”

Bonnie’s never heard of this bond thing that he’s describing, but it doesn’t sound good. “Kai, you don’t have to do this. I won’t put you away again, we can be civil-”

“Oh I don’t want civil, Bonnie. I want someone I can trust, and have beside me, and I’ve already decided that person is going to be you.”

“No. Don’t do this.”

“You should be happier about this. By the end of it, you’ll have a little bit of my power, plus my protection. I-”

“What power? You can’t even make your own magic.”

“I’ll have power beyond your comprehension. But if you fight me, you’ll be on the losing side.”

“I’ll take my chances with that.”

“Not an option.” Kai stands up suddenly, retreats back into the darkness for a second, then walks back towards her with a backpack.

“What is that?”

Whistling to himself, he ignores her. Bonnie watches him pull out a knife, a grimoire, a small bowl, and an hourglass. He adjusts the way he’s sitting to tuck his legs under his thighs, like a little kid. Kai flips the grimoire to a certain page, reads over a spell, then licks his lips. “Ready?”

“No.”

“Okay.” Kai cuts his palm with the knife, then squeezes blood into the bowl. He doesn’t even wince, despite the rather deep gash he just gave himself. “Okay,” he repeats, “I need to untie your hands for a second. If you even think about running, I will make you regret it.”

The girl takes a deep breath as he goes behind her to cut the rope. He grabs one of her hands as soon as she’s free, ruining the escape she was planning. Kai continues to whistle as he brings her hand around, cuts it, and then wrings her blood into the same bowl. When he’s done, he produces a cloth from his back pocket and makes a tourniquet-like bandage around her palm. Bonnie’s silent, surprised, but doesn’t question it. Kai then ties her wrists to the pole again.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He starts to stir their blood together with the tip of the knife. As the thickness mixes, he chants a spell from his book. The temptation to interrupt is strong, but the fear of doing so overrides. Instead, she watches helplessly as Kai continues with his dark magic spell. When he’s done, he pours the blood into the top of the hourglass.

“Ah,” he breathes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as if the spell gave him pleasure. “Now we just have to wait seventy-two hours, and it’ll be complete.”

Seventy-two hours?! Bonnie’s too stunned to speak.

“Sit tight, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

“Wait, no! Kai! Why does it take seventy-two hours? What spell was that?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, princess.”

He stands up, puts the hourglass on a table she’s just now noticing, and walks out of view.

“Kai! You can’t leave me here! I don’t know where I am.”

“You’re safe, BonBon. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Where are you going?”

“Make you dinner. I’ll be right back.”

“My friends will find you, y’know? They’ll notice I’m gone! You’ll regret ever coming back.”

“Yeah, yeah. If they get here in time. Better hope they find you before that timer is up.”

Bonnie stops pulling on the ropes to look at the glass. A small droplet plops to the bottom, counting one minute. She breathes heavily. Seventy-two hours are all she has. And to escape what? She barely has a clue.

▪▪▪▪

Kai recited the basics of the spell to Bonnie, but he didn’t tell her everything he had learned about it from the heretics. Truth is, there are three parts to the spell - that’s why it takes seventy-two hours - three days - to set in. Some argue that there are four, but the general consensus agrees that parts three and four are combined as one. (The heretics fought on this topic for a good twenty minutes before Kai slammed two pots together to shut them up.)

The first twenty four hours make the patient receptible to the magic, weakening them enough so that when the dominant can give them what they need. They’ll be offered food, water, shelter, and other needs of care, and sometime during that time frame, the patient will give into their needs. They become reliant on the other for their survival.

Then the next span of hours consists of part two. The patient questions their doubts about the dominant. After having their basic needs met, they believe the care is genuine, whether it truly is or not. Any wrongdoing done is debated if it were wrong, or done for their own protection. Any rights are placed on a pedestal. (This step is important, because Geminis have an aggressive nature. Not always does the dom care for their patient; sometimes, they’re just the best bloodline for the coven’s needs.) (Kai made sure it was clear to the heretics that he cared about Bonnie, and that any issues with bonding wouldn’t be a fault of his own, but instead because of the woman’s stubbornness.)

The third day equals the third step. The patient becomes needy for the dominant, whether they admit it or not. Kai reckons Bonnie will be the latter. She’d never willingly admit to wanting him, even if it would save her life. But they assured him he doesn’t need a confession, he just needs to see it. See the magic working in her system; the glances she’ll think he doesn’t notice; the shifting in her seat. Subtle signs of want.

And then, three hours before the final drop falls, they’ll need to complete the final step. The step that bonds them for life: binding. By this time, they’ll be mostly ready in mind and body, and the magic will work as instructed by the spell. Bonnie may be more stubborn, again, but it’ll work regardless if she’s submitted completely yet. According to the heretics, the only truly necessary requirements to bond are that her body is receptive, and that the binding occurs after the sixty-ninth hour, and before the seventy-second. As long as Kai’s mind is set on it, hers doesn’t have to be. So in that case, there is no doubt it will be done.

▪▪▪▪

Some time in the three hours until Kai returns, Bonnie had fallen asleep. Though she soon wakes to the sound of boots scuffing the ground and the smell of food wafting in the air. The girl blinks her eyes open before stretching her arms over her head. Then she remembers - weren’t her hands tied? Bonnie looks behind her and is shocked to find no restraints. Nor are her feet tied. She’s free in the big empty building, her only company being a large platter of food.

But it can’t be that easy, can it? She looks at the food, then the space around her. Suddenly, her eyes land on the hourglass. It still sits on the table a couple feet away. Bonnie rushes towards it as it continues to drip, thinking maybe if it breaks, the spell would break, too. She outstretches a hand for the object, but then her hand bounces off an invisible wall.

Of course. A boundary spell.

“Couldn’t make it that easy,” Kai’s voice comes from the shadows. “But I did want you to be able to stretch and eat without being restrained.”

“Thanks,” she replies sarcastically.

She looks back at the glass. A thin line of blood covers the bottom. She curses to herself.

“What happens when all the blood drips to the bottom?”

“I told you, we’ll be bonded.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like it means.”

“Kai-”

“Are you going to eat? You must be starving.”

She looks back at the food. She is starving, and it looks delicious, but she’d hate to give into him. “I’m fine.” Her stomach growls.

“Sure.”

“I don’t want your food.”

“You have to eat something, Bon. You’ll get weak if you don’t.”

“No.”

“Well… it’ll be there when you decide you want it.”

“I won’t,” she spits.

She makes it two hours before hunger overtakes her. She tried so hard to fight it, but she could feel her body weakening by the minute. And when she remembered how good Kai’s cooking was in 1994, she started to eat before she could stop herself. Bonnie hadn’t even bothered with the silverware he’d provided.

Luckily, Kai doesn’t bother her the whole time she eats, nor during the three hours afterwards where she regrets giving into him. Instead, she sits in complete silence, staring at the gray walls around her. It isn’t long before she feels her eyes drooping again. A full stomach combined with absolute boredom lulls her into a deep sleep before she can fight her closing eyes.

The next morning, Bonnie wakes up on her own, without the sound of footsteps or whistling invading her subconscious. Though immediately, she’s disgruntled to find that in her sleep, Kai had laid a thick blanket over her and a pillow under her head. A second later, she feels bothered by herself for getting mad at him for offering kindness, but then switches back to being annoyed.

What is happening? She wonders.

Bonnie shakes the thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. She needs to get away from him; he must be messing with her head. Quickly, she rises to her feet to scan the building for an escape. Any air ducts, fire escapes, or secret doors will work, as long as she can break the barrier spell. As for that, she’s a Bennett witch - she’ll figure it out soon enough.

With a newfound energy, Bonnie runs her fingers along the magical walls for any give. She scans every inch of what she can see of the warehouse, while keeping an eye out for her captor.

Speaking of Kai, she wonders where he is. She hadn’t seen him in nearly twelve hours, and was starting to get worried he’d abandoned her.

Wait. That would be a good thing, right? If he abandoned her, she could escape without him noticing.

But if he did, and she never gets out, she’ll die here alone.

Bonnie’s attention is soon all on Kai. Panic rises to her chest when she realizes she might be stuck there alone. It’s 1994 all over again - Kai leaves her to die in an unfamiliar place.

He only left because you refused to let him out, some voice in her head says. If you’d let him go, you could’ve gone with him.

Who’s side are you on? Bonnie argues with it. He punished me for that choice by leaving me in 1994, and by leaving me here, now, he’s punishing me for 1903.

He was desperate to get out. You can understand that. You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?

“I see you’re awake,” Kai’s voice quiets the one in her head.

“Kai,” she says out loud, as if confirming to herself that he’s really there.

“Did you miss me that time?”

“No.” Her voice is a bit more shaky than she’d like.

“Awh. Was hoping a little distance would do the trick. Anyway, how are you feeling? Hungry? I see you ate dinner, finally.”

“Don’t act like you care.”

“Ouch. That hurts, BonBon.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

Kai doesn’t answer. Instead, he creeps closer to the barrier. Their bodies are close, separated only by the spell. His voice drops to a whisper, “I wouldn’t be too brazen with me, Bonnie. I am the only one who knows where you are.”

“My friends will find me.”

“Maybe. But it’s also been, like, two days, and I feel like if they were looking, they should’ve found you by now. I don’t know, it just seems… maybe they gave up?”

Bonnie strikes her palm against the spell. It bounces off, but he backs up anyway. “They’re looking. You’ve just cloaked me, so they probably need to find another witch.”

“Hm, maybe you’re right. Probably having a hard time doing that. With the coven in town, Dad’s not gonna let Liv help. And none of them have ever helped anyone but themselves, so you might be out of luck, BonBon.”

“Fuck you, Kai.”

“Oh!” He smirks in a way that makes her heart drop. He runs his tongue along his lips and looks her body up and down. “Would you like to?”

“I hate you.”

“Didn’t answer my question.”

“You’re…” her mind struggles to find the words. Every time she tries to spit out an insult, something in her subconscious counters it.

“I’m what?”

“You’re… just so annoying. Can you leave me alone to my solitude?”

“As you wish, Bonster. But let me tell you, I’ve lived in solitude for a long time, and you’ll be begging for my company soon.”

“You can only dream, Malachai.”

The stupid smirk returns to his face when he says, “oh, I will.”

Bonnie groans before retreating back to her blanket. As pissed as she is that Kai gave it to her, it’s still better than sleeping on the cold, hard ground.

Kai watches her until she’s comfortable in her makeshift bed. Thoughts race in his head; fears run wild about someone finding her before the spell is done. He mutters a quick spell to sharpen the defenses around the building, cloaking them in a second layer of magic just in case. Then he looks to the hourglass, willing it to drip faster. His heartbeat quickens as he remembers the heretics’ words.

“It’s an inevitable part of the bond, so you need to make sure that’s something you’re on board to do. Can you handle it?”

“I had seven siblings. I can handle it.”

“But do you want it? Remember, this is something the coven values most, for it ensures their survival.”

Kai first thinks of his siblings. Annoying, yes, but he did like them in their younger years. Before the eldest of the middle children grew into teenagers and turned on him like their parents, Kai liked them. Maybe he would’ve even loved them if he were given the chance.

“And the girl? Are you sure you want this with her?”

He pictures Bonnie in his mind. Witty, stubborn, strong Bonnie. The girl willing to do anything for the people she loves. He thinks of her months from now, and the image produces a low growl from his throat.

“Yes.”

“Then I will give you the spell. But remember, the Geminis thought they had erased this long ago,” the man smirks, “just like the thought they got rid of us. Be careful with it, or you might end up back here for good.”

“Hey,” a snap brings Kai out of the memory, “out of my solitude.”

He meets her eyes. The image resurfaces in his mind, but he tries not to react to it. “Right. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

Bonnie rolls her eyes and doesn’t respond.

After another meal and a night’s sleep, Bonnie wakes up to a feeling of fullness between her legs. For a moment, she’s confused, but then her blood runs cold as she remembers where she is. “Get off me!” She leaps from the floor, tossing her blanket off in a panic. When she looks down, though, Kai’s nowhere near her.

Instead, he’s in the corner, head cocked in confusion. “I’m not touching you.”

“You just were. With your magic.”

“Nope, I’ve been over here the whole time.”

“You must’ve siphoned me. You were touching- something… doing something to me.”

“Awh, did you have a little dream of me?! Sweet little Bonnie Bennett had a dream of me, I’m touched!”

“I. Did. Not. You did something.”

“Princess, I swear, I didn’t touch you.”

“Don’t call me princess!”

“Okay. Hey, I’m sorry. No nicknames. But I didn’t touch you. I didn’t siphon you. I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t know how to prove to you that I didn’t do anything. Though…”

“Kai-”

“...maybe that spell had something to do with it,” he nods to the hourglass.

“The spell… What was that spell? Tell me right now! I’m serious, Kai!”

The boy groans, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Ugh! What now?”

“The way my name sounds on your tongue. Thick and sweet, like honey.”

“Malachai!”

He clicks his tongue, “less of the effect.” He sighs, “spell is harmless… ish.”

“Ish?”

“Ish.”

“Is it a sex spell?”

He smiles. “No, but that is a good idea.”

“Tell me what it is.”

“I did. It’s a bonding spell.”

“What does that mean?”

“Why do you need this explained? It’s exactly what it sounds like.”

“You’re bonding us together?”

“There you go. You’re getting it.”

Bonnie fights the urge to throw up in her mouth. “How does that even work?”

“Well, we’re at about hour sixty-four, so in just a few more, you’ll find out. See, combining our blood was one step, the spell was another, and then there’s one more part to complete it.”

“Why do you think you need to bond us?”

“Because your betrayal really hurt, Bonnie. And this way, you can’t leave me again.” His eyes are dark, almost black, and she fights the urge to cower under his gaze. “But think of it this way, if it helps. You’ll be, let’s call it, a co-leader of the Gemini Coven. Think of all that power, all that magic, that you could access. You’ll lead these idiots with me until a new set of twins takes over the job.”

“Thought you wanted to keep your spot as leader?”

“Oh, I do, but-”

“And I thought you hated kids?”

“I don’t hate kids. I-”

“But you killed all your younger siblings.”

“That was a completely different situation. My fath-”

“So-”

Kai clicks his tongue again. “Sorry! You’ve run out of interruptions for the day. You can only interrupt me so many times before I lose my patience, BonBon. Restart tomorrow, please!”

“You’re an ass.”

“You’re the one interrupting. How am I supposed to answer your questions when you won’t let me?”

“Fine.” She shuffles her legs around uncomfortably. “This bond… if I’m linked to you, I’ll partially rule the coven?”

“Yeah, technically.”

“Okay. So what’s to say I won’t kill you the moment I gain power, hm? Because that would suck if you went through all that work just to die in the end.”

“Would suck,” Kai muses, “though I don’t know why you’d try. It’s a bond, Bonnie. You wouldn’t want to hurt me once we’re linked. It’d break your heart.”

She swallows, scared of that thought. But then again… it might be nice to have that kind of loyalty with someone. Sometimes it feels like she’s the only one looking out for herself in this town. A bond would link Kai to her as much as she’d be to him. She’d actually have someone looking out for her, protecting her.

Bonnie’s throat goes dry. As soon as the betraying thought creeps in, she blocks it out. Kai is why she needs protection. A bond to him will put her in danger… right?

“What kind of power am I gaining in this?” She asks instead, ignoring the ten billion other things she wants to know.

“Well, our blood is, as we speak, mixing together. So when the spell is complete, you will gain certain spells and knowledges that run only in the Gemini bloodline, and I will gain such for your bloodline. You’ll also have access to centuries of grimoires and whatnot that require Gemini blood to open.”

“So we’ll be of the same blood?”

“No,” Kai answers rather quickly. “See, according to the heretics, this spell was commonly used by my more angry and aggressive ancestors who needed to procreate for a set of twins, but couldn’t convince a poor woman to marry them. Part of that dark history I mentioned earlier. It isn’t the blood that’s combined, because then things get all gross and incestuous, but it’s the magic that is mixed and returns to the bloodstream in some witchy way.”

Bonnie’s mouth is hanging open by the time he’s finished explaining. “This is a sex spell.”

“No. It’s a bonding spell.”

“Does the bond have to involve procreation if you’re not trying to do that?”

“Who says I’m not?”

“Um, you. Who killed four of your siblings, and will kill anyone who tries to take your leadership away?!”

“Ah, back on that. I killed my siblings for a reason, Bonnie. They were in the way. As for the other part of your question, I don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“Whether I want to let the Gemini curse consume me and the rest of this dumb coven, or if I should complete the whole spell and not die a painful death.” When she’s too speechless to answer, Kai continues, “guess we have five hours for me to decide.”

He leaves her after that.

Bonnie’s still shocked, though she’s not afraid. There’s no way Kai will do it; he hates kids. He’s proved that to her. And he’s not going to give up his spot as leader that’s he’s “worked” so hard for these last twenty years. Speaking of which, he’s probably making up the entire spell, too. Knowing Kai, he muttered some random phrases and is only holding her hostage for his own entertainment. The girl rolls her eyes, recognizing he’s just trying to scare her. She lays back down on the blanket, not asleep, but closing her eyes to pass time.

Despite what he told the girl, Kai’s mind is already made up. In fact, he decided on his plan whilst still being in the prison world. He is going to complete the whole spell as it was intended to be done; he is going to bond her to him, and then she will bear his children.

Bonnie would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of him that way. If she hadn’t imagined how his fingers would feel upon her skin, his lips against her own, his body on top of hers. She thought such things while trapped in the prison world, and in the last twenty-four hours, they have returned to her mind. It certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing she’d ever done, but she feared the guilt would stay with her forever.

But though she was able to shake away the thoughts when she was stuck in 1994, she struggles to fight them now. Each time they surface, they are harder to push away. At first, she blamed it on loneliness: Alaric and Jo’s wedding, Elena and Damon getting back together, Caroline and Stefan crossing the friend boundary. Then Kai mentioned that the spell might have something to do with it. Initially, Bonnie was furious for being spelled into liking him, but now she’s having an internal debate if it only amplified buried feelings, or only gave her a sexual desire for him. She’s not sure, but she sure as hell wouldn’t admit to either if he asked.

“Oh,” she hears him before she can see him, “you’re awake. Good.”

“This spell,” she starts, “does it affect you in any way, or just me?”

“Aside from my magic being mixed with yours? Not really.”

“Yeah, and aside from that, how does it affect me?”

Kai does that half-smile, half-smirk that pisses her off. This time, it makes her squirm. “Kind of does the same thing.”

“Kind of?”

“How do you feel?” He changes the topic. “Comfortable? Need another blanket?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? No extra padding or anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Need less blankets? Are you hot?”

Burning, she thinks, under his gaze. “Fine the way I am.”

“Okay. Hey, it’s the seventieth hour, Bon. So, um, we need to complete the spell.”

“What? Do you need more blood?”

“No.” Kai cocks his head. “You don’t seem as scared as you were before.”

“Well, I’ve had seventy hours to think.”

“Oh?”

“And I don’t think you really casted a spell. I think you’re just keeping me here for fun.”

He chuckles. “Oh I definitely did, Bonnie.”

“Really? Prove it.”

“Prove it?”

“You say you casted it, well, I don’t believe you.”

“You’re not serious.”

“What happens on the seventieth hour?”

“I told you.”

“Well, prove it to me. Do your spell. Take more blood. Do whatever you need to bond us,” she rolls her eyes and puts quotation marks up with her fingers, “because I think you’re bluffing.”

“Y’know, having your approval to finish this spell makes this so much easier. I was going to do it regardless, but knowing you want me too just makes it ten times better.” He stalks towards her.

“I don’t want you.”

“Okay. Whatever you say, Bonnie.”

Before she can respond, he’s on the ground beside her. He sits criss-crossed, which would look innocent if he didn’t tightly grab her wrist a second later. The boy then studies her carefully. He trails a finger along her jawline and down her neck, before he cups his hand around it. She doesn’t flinch this time, and disturbingly enough, she doesn’t want to move, either. She swallows hard, throat bobbing against his palm.

“Are you scared?”

“Of you? No.”

“Are you going to listen to me?”

“That depends.”

Kai smiles. “Y’know, my mom was always pregnant when I was growing up. Trying to bear another set of twins, right? Because I was defective, an abomination, yadda yadda yadda… I was a siphon, so if I merged, I’d take down Jo immediately. You know the story. Anyway, mom was always pregnant, and Jo would always help her. And so badly, I wanted to help her. I mean, she was my mother. She carried me, birthed me, fed me, raised me, and I wanted to care for her when she was going through that with my siblings.” Kai’s hand drops from her neck, down to his lap. One hand still holds her wrist. “But my father wouldn’t let me. Even if I swore I wouldn’t touch her, he wouldn’t let me help. So I watched Jo comfort her, make her tea and soup, bring her extra blankets if she were cold. And when baby after baby was born, I couldn’t help with them, either. Jo would talk to them in her baby-voices, and carry one on her hip while doing chores for mom. She could play with them and teach them, and the one thing I could do was cook for the family. To make it worse, Jo would scold me for never helping, but if I tried, dad would punish me.” Kai pauses, and Bonnie actually feels sorry for him. She fights the urge to comfortingly run a finger along his cheek. “I never got the chance to bond with my siblings because I never got to spend time with them. They were practically taught to fear me. So when you’re eight years old and you’re told you’d either kill your twin or they’d kill you, and you’re already not allowed to interact with her, and now your mom is pregnant and you’re not allowed to help with that, either, you kinda start to question what’s the point, y’know?” Kai’s eyes meet Bonnie’s before jumping back to the ground. “And then suddenly you’re twenty-two, and you’re supposed to do the one thing you are allowed to do, but now you can’t do that either. So when the tightly pulled string snaps, it’s thrown away, instead of anyone trying to fix it, because that’s easier, right?”

“Kai-”

“So yeah, I killed my siblings. But maybe if I was ever given a fucking chance to know them better, I wouldn’t have. Maybe if I was given a chance at all.”

It’s quiet for a long time. Bonnie doesn’t know how to respond to the sudden confession, and Kai’s eyes have glazed over like he wasn’t even aware he shared it.

“Kai, I… don’t know what to say.”

His gaze snaps up to her. “This spell needs to be completed in three hours to take effect. I just want you to know that I didn’t hate my siblings in the way everyone thinks I did.” She swallows, wondering where he’s going with this. “I don’t hate kids. I just hated my parents.”

Bonnie nods, not sure what else to do. Kai seems to take this as an answer, though.

In a split second, he takes her other wrist and pushes her body onto the ground. He makes sure her head’s on the pillow before gripping one hand above her head, while his other hand holds her still on the shoulder. He then swings his legs over her hips, straddling her, and before she can even blink, she’s pinned completely.

“Wait!” Sweat beads at her forehead. “What are you doing?”

“The spell needs to be complete,” he repeats.

“What happens on the seventieth hour?” She pants, “tell me!”

“The binding, Bonnie. Remember? I said I could die a painful death from not having twins to take over the leadership, or I could complete the whole spell as it should be done?” She remembers, but doesn’t reply. Kai continues anyway. “There was never another option. I knew I was going to complete it the moment the heretics gave it to me. The moment they told me everything that needed to happen.”

“Why?” The girl asks, quietly. Partly out of shock, partly out of fear.

“Because I want you, Bonnie. And I want this. This spell will give me both.”

Realization starts to set in that he was not, in fact, lying about the spell. He had casted it, and he was going to do exactly what he had described.

“Aww, come on, don’t look so sad. I know you’re at least a little curious about me, even without the workings of the spell. I wonder what was going through your head at the wedding, watching those two get married. Or when Elena and Damon returned just in time with hay in their hair, doing exactly what everyone was thinking. Y’know, if you didn’t trap me in 1903, I could’ve been your date to that wedding. We could’ve fought beforehand about which tie I was going to wear, or which shoes you thought looked better. And then we could’ve danced, or snuck to the snack table, or the bar. Then when everyone finally went home and inevitably hooked up, because that’s what always happens, we could be doing this in your warm bed with the feather pillows I bet you have, and an air freshener in the room that smells like sage only to be overpowered with the smell of sex by the time the sun rises.”

Bonnie swallows. She avoids his gaze, mind consumed by his words.

“But you didn’t, and I had to resort to watching you be sad, all alone, at the wedding, and then taking you for myself afterwards. Then again, maybe that’s what you needed to realize you missed me.”

“I didn’t miss you.”

“Is that something you say because you mean it, or because it’s an automatic reply that you use to keep your good side intact? Because it’s starting to sound a little forced.”

“I… I don’t…”

“Don’t mean it? Don’t want me? Don’t want to admit you want me? Come on, Bonnie. Use your words.”

The girl stays silent, not trusting those words.

“Alright. Well, I’m running out of time, and you haven’t clearly given me a ‘no’, so I’m just gonna get on with this, and then you can decide what you want later, okay?” Again, she doesn’t reply, so he nods. “Okay.”

His body that was hovering over her one second now presses into her. Their hips touch, and she can feel his hardening length on her leg. At the same time, he dips his head into the side of her neck, kissing it softly. The hand that once rested on her shoulder is feeling along her side, but stops at the end of her dress. He tugs at the fabric, as if silently asking for permission to remove it.

“Kai-”

“Hm?”

“I-” she doesn’t know what to say. She wanted his attention, but now doesn’t know what to do with it.

Kai continues to kiss along her neck. His lips are barely touching her skin, but they still make her feel hot. She fights with herself over whether to struggle against him, or give into her subconscious desires. The more she’s quiet, though, the more Kai seems to take that as permission. He pulls her dress up and over her head, cradling her neck gently as it slips past her face.

“There you go,” he whispers, looking her up and down, “good girl.” He tosses it over his shoulder. “That dress fit you perfectly, may I add. You looked gorgeous in it. It’s been difficult to wait until now to pull it off you, but I promise you I’ve admired it from afar.”

She swallows, getting a mental picture of Kai eye-fucking her across a fully-seated ceremony. Hiding in the shadows; three hundred people, yet he’s watching her. Instead of giving in, though, she turns her head.

“Still being stubborn? Awh. That’s okay, BonBon. I’ll take care of you.”

Kai tightens his grip on her waist with his legs. He’s even harder now, and almost fully exposed, Bonnie can feel all of him. His bulge is dangerously close to her clothed core, and her body is burning from the teasing proximity. She can only watch as he undoes his tie, inserting a finger into the knot and pulling it loose. Her eyes follow his hands, admiring his long fingers, and an escaped thought makes her curious as to how they’d feel inside her. Kai pulls off his jacket, tosses it somewhere with her dress, and then his dress shirt follows.

“Watching me?” He catches her staring.

Bonnie turns her head away quickly, again.

“It’s okay if you were.” He removes his belt, but keeps his pants fitting loosely on his body. Bonnie, now squeezing her eyes shut, has no warning before his fingers graze against her heat. He slips a finger between her folds, feeling the wetness through the fabric. A moan passes through his lips. Two seconds later, his mouth takes the place of his fingers, and when she looks up, he’s sure enough level with her. Bonnie bites her tongue to not moan at the feeling of his hot breath on her cunt. It feels so good, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“Stop that,” she mutters through clenched teeth.

“Stop what? Teasing,” he sticks his tongue out to the fabric, “or touching?” A hand creeps up her back and unhooks her bra. It snaps off, freeing her breasts, and Kai watches them bounce into place. She hadn’t even noticed he’s not holding her down anymore. His body is off of hers completely, but she’s in too much pleasure to notice.

“Both.”

“Awh, that’s no fun.” He pulls off his dress pants, then rises back to his knees. His eyes focus on her breasts, licking his lips, while Bonnie tries to look anywhere other than his huge bulge. “Guess we’ll get straight to fucking, then.”

Before she can even speak, he’s hovering over her again. He mutters something, then she feels cool air on her heat, telling her he’s gotten her panties off with magic.

“I promise I didn’t siphon you. It’s tempting, but I wanted to make you feel comfortable, and I know you don’t like that. Anyway.” He mutters the same thing to remove his boxers, and this time, she feels his hard cock slap against her cunt. She bites back a moan, tongue bleeding from the pressure on it.

Kai then crawls up her body to whisper in her ear. His cock teases the tip of her folds, and she knows she’s wet enough that if he pushed just a little, he’d fit. “This would be so much better in your bed, BonBon.” He kisses her neck. “I mean, you’re receptive now, but it’d be so much more comfortable there.” His lips travel further down, but this time, he chuckles against her skin. It tickles, making her squirm. “Y’know, while the spell requires you to be receptive, it doesn’t have that much of an effect. It prepares you just enough to be able to take it, not enough to make it comfortable. The wetness pooling out from between your legs is entirely your own doing. So look me in the eye and tell me you don’t secretly want this.”

She accepts the challenge of his eye contact, but then struggles with the lie. “I-”

He clicks his tongue. “Come on, Bonnie.”

“Not enough to make it comfortable? What does that mean?”

“Just like it sounds, quit stalling.”

“Tell me.”

“Remember in historical times when sex was pretty much only a form of procreation, and not at all just for pleasure? Yeah, well, Geminis are well aligned with that. So when more twins are needed to keep the coven alive, women don’t usually get the good end of the bargain. Like, at all.” He pushes himself inside just a little. “Luckily, you have two things in your favor today, Bonnie. One, you seem to want this, considering how wet you are right now. And two, I care about you, and I don’t want you to hate this.”

“Right.”

“I want to bond with you, Bonnie. I’ve wanted you like this since the first time I saw you.”

“You didn’t even know this bond was a thing until I stuck you in 1903. You should be thanking me.”

He cocks his head, genuinely surprised at the retort. A smile crosses his lips. “We’ll see who’s doing the thanking after I’ve been deep inside you.”

With that, he holds himself steady with his palms on the ground, then pushes into her fully. As expected, she’s able to take him. The minimal pain she feels is getting used to his size, but that’s worked out in the first couple of thrusts. Bonnie’s hands reach for anything to grasp as he finds his pace. When he ducks his head to lick at her breasts, her hands bury in his hair, scratching his scalp and pulling his roots. Kai doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he moans at the feeling, sending a vibration through her body. He sucks her tits, even bites them gently. His hands skim along her arms and body, providing a sensual touch. It’s overwhelming, but in all the best ways.

The only sounds that have been heard in the warehouse for three days are that of their voices talking back and forth. Now, the building echoes with the slaps on skin on skin contact, vulgar squelching at the point of connection, and frenzied moans tumbling from both sets of lips. Spit dribbles from the edge of Kai’s swollen lips down onto her stomach, wetting her in a way she always thought she hated. But in that moment, under him, she secretly relishes the feeling. If her pussy could get any wetter, it would.

It isn’t long before she feels close to coming. She doesn’t want to admit it. Instead, she puts a hand on Kai’s arm and hopes he gets the hint.

Thankfully, the boy looks up. A smirk tugs on his lips at the sight of her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He sits up, still thrusting hard into her, and cocks his head as if giving her permission to come. Bonnie does so immediately after that. Her body shaking with pleasure and relief. Her tits continue to bounce from his thrusts, but now they’re cold from his spit and absent tongue. Kai blows cool air against them as she falls apart underneath him, but he doesn’t stop. He barely even slows down.

“Beautiful,” he compliments.

“Slow down,” she asks, trying to catch her breath.

Kai, surprisingly, listens. He slows to a stop and pulls out completely. She can see now, the sweat beading on his forehead. The way he pants, also trying to catch his breath. She makes the mistake of looking up and down his body. His cock rests in his hands, red, hard, and clearly not ready to be done with her.

“Feel good?”

Bonnie rolls her eyes.

“Mmkay. Stubborn girl.” His words sound more teasing than anything. When she looks in his eyes, there’s a mischievous glint in them. She then follows his gaze to the hourglass, but can’t read the expression he wears looking at it. Kai turns his attention back to her, then licks his lips. “Okay. Let me know if you need to change positions, because we’re not done yet,” he confirms. At least she has the option… she shakes her head to erase the thought. Kai seems to take that as a ‘no’ on changing his position, though, which Bonnie didn’t think about until now, and starts to push back into her.

This time, Kai takes more time picking up his pace. He thrusts slower, but reaches deeper inside her. His hands grab both shoulders, effectively pinning her to the ground. Then, when he starts to get comfortable, he quickens pace again. This round, he’s deep enough to make a bulge visible in her belly. His eyes drop to it as soon as he sees it. A smile she still can’t interpret is on his face.

“You’re gorgeous,” he compliments, panting heavily, “you’ll look even more so filled up. Aw, I can’t wait for it. Fill you to the brim, and I won’t let any of it leak out. That’s the last part of the spell, Bonnie. To bind you to me; bind us. Fill you up and wait for it to take. It will.” His grip on her shoulders tightens. “The first three months might be a little uncomfortable. You might be sick some mornings, or be a little more sensitive, but I promise I’ll help you through it. I’ll make you this raspberry tea that Jo used to make for mom, even though it was my recipe. She drank it throughout every pregnancy.” When Bonnie raises her hands up in search of something to grab, he takes them and pins them above her head. He has a new angle now, and can thrust even deeper.

“And by the fourth month, you’ll start to show. They’ll start to move, and you can feel them inside you.” Suddenly, the hand on her shoulder finds its way to her neck. Minimal pressure is added. He’s showing dominance, not an intent to harm. “Your body is still going through changes, but they become easier to manage. The baby’s growing and developing, and you might gain a little weight, but it’s not unhealthy, and you’ll still be just as gorgeous as you always are.” Kai’s movements are getting sloppy. He’s close. Close to finishing the spell, close to coming deep inside her.

“And in the last couple months, they’ll be almost ready. You’ll certainly be ready to be done with it,” he smiles a genuine smile, “because I know it’s hard, and it hurts, but it’s worth it. Your back will hurt and breasts, too, and they might leak, but I’ll massage you wherever you need it. Contractions will start as you get closer, and it’s okay if you break my finger gripping too tightly.” His mouth is dry from talking, but he continues anyway. “I won’t let you out of my sight, Bon. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I can’t promise my coven won’t try, but I can promise you that as long as we’re bonded, you’ll be safe, and I’ll defend you with my life. I love you, Bon, and I want this baby so, so bad. I promise I’ll take care of both of you.”

With a few more thrusts, he’s spilling inside her. He can only hold himself up for a second before collapsing, but rolls to the side to not crush her with his body. He keeps his cock buried inside her, as he had promised not to pull out until she was filled. Kai’s eyes flutter as he catches his breath, and for the first time in quite a while, he’s silent.

Bonnie’s head races with everything he just said. How much passion was in his voice when he talked about having a baby with her. She’s overwhelmed, but can’t find herself to be disgusted about it. Though, she can feel the warmth in her core from him, and knows she has to accept her fate now, or she’ll hate it for the rest of her life. Bonnie bites her cheek as her thoughts race, trying to decide which option to choose.

Beside her, Kai’s breathing returns to normal. He creeps a hand up to her stomach and rests it there. After another minute, he adjusts slightly to pull out. Then, slowly, the slight pressure he was keeping on her stomach dissipates as his hand goes limp. She turns to see his face and realizes he’s fallen asleep.

Bonnie could run. He’s at the most vulnerable she’s ever seen him in her life; the barrier spell would be easy to break. She could escape. Shatter the hourglass and kill the spell. She could probably even kill him at this moment, if she wanted. But for some reason, she does none of those things. Instead, she turns towards him and brushes a finger down his cheek. She watches his chest rise and fall, then lays her head against it. Her breathing matches his in a matter of minutes, and she’s out like a light.

Eight hours later, way past time for the spell to be complete, Bonnie wakes up to Kai’s arms wrapped around her protectively. He has quite a grip despite still being asleep, which tells her he woke up in the middle of the night and took the chance to pull her closer. When she stirs, he does, too, fluttering his eyes open to meet hers.

“Hi,” he says simply, a smile on his face. He looks so innocent, almost like he hadn’t fucked himself to unconsciousness and her to impregnation just a few hours ago.

“Hi,” she replies, unsure of what else to say.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine.”

He sits up, propping his head on his elbow. “Just fine?”

“I guess I don’t know what to feel yet.”

Kai considers this. “Well… you didn’t try to run away last night.”

“I thought about it.”

“What stopped you?”

She doesn’t respond right away, and when she does, it doesn’t answer the question. “You really want a baby?”

“Ever since my dad barred me from helping with my siblings, I knew I needed it for myself. Whether it’s something primal or parently, I don’t know.”

“Which do you think it is?”

“Well the primal part is definitely the Gemini. I don’t think there’s been one good fatherly figure in the history of my coven. Maybe it’s me wanting to be a good dad because of that. To raise a kid the opposite of how I was raised.” He looks down. “I don’t know, sounds stupid. Of all people talking about having kids, I should be on the bottom of that list.”

“It’s not stupid. You were never given a chance to show goodness, because you were immediately deemed evil. You express these feelings to me because you trust me.” Bonnie doesn’t know if the words coming out of her mouth are her own or the workings of the spell. Perhaps both.

“You really believe that?”

“As much as I believe that people can change from evil to good, look at Damon, or even Klaus Mikaelson, I also believe that maybe they were good all along, but their bad parts overshadowed their good. Maybe they needed to put up an act, or maybe it was all buried so deeply that they didn’t even know where inside themselves they were. Like you.”

Kai thinks about this, then asks, “anyone else? Or did you come up with that just for me?”

Bonnie wonders for a moment. “Maybe Katherine. Qetsiyah.”

Kai doesn’t know who those people are, only by mention, but what matters is that she was able to see inside the hearts of more people than just him. To him, that confirms she’s telling the truth.

“I didn’t have a good father figure, either, Kai. He left when I was young, then came back a couple years ago. Tried to control a lot of the things I did. Said it was to protect me, but I didn’t want his protection after he had abandoned me.”

“Where is he now?”

“Dead. Silas. It still hurts even though we weren’t close.”

Kai doesn’t understand that. The heretics gave him two options for revenge. One, to become a heretic. To drink Lily’s blood and kill himself, which would take down the coven. He’d then drink the blood of his dying father to complete the transition. Or two, to bond and lead the coven, then produce a set of twins to rule after him. Instantly, he chose to bond with Bonnie, but he’d still kill his father in a heartbeat, given the chance.

“I won’t abandon you,” he says after a brief silence, “I promise.”

In a moment of spunk, Bonnie challenges, “is that you or the bond talking?”

“Me.” A no-hesitation reply.

The girl sighs, relaxing into his arms once more. After a moment, a new question comes to mind. “What happens now? Do we stay here?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want my bed,” she answers honestly. “But.” she tastes the words before saying them. They feel weird to admit, but they’re true. “I want you with me.”

Kai kisses her forehead. “Okay. I’ll take you home.”

They rest for another ten minutes before getting up to leave. As Bonnie puts her dress back on, Kai gathers his things. The hourglass, the grimoire, the blanket and pillow on which she slept. He stays close to her as they make their way out of the building, tucked away, on the edge of the town border. Bonnie recognizes it from the outside, though she’d never think to go near it.

“How’d you know of this place?”

“Saw it in passing. I scoped it out for days, making sure no one was inhabiting it. I needed somewhere to keep you where you would be safe.”

She doesn’t answer. As uncomfortable as it was to be kept there, she remembers he’s still a sociopath, and to prioritize her safety was a big thing despite his general lack of understanding for others’.

The short trip to her house was uneventful, but Bonnie wonders if he spelled them to be invisible. There’s no way her friends aren’t looking for her; she disappeared four days ago by now. They must be worried sick.

“What do I tell my friends when they see me? If I’m even allowed…”

“‘Course you can see them. And you can see them without me around, if you want, but I’ll still cast a protection spell over you. Or linger in the shadows, where they can’t see me.” Kai’s eyes darken playfully. “As for telling them, I have no idea. Whatever you want.”

Bonnie thinks about it. Whether to lie and say she got lost, knocked out, or kidnapped by someone else? Or whether to say it was Kai who kidnapped her? What if she tells them she learned to enjoy his company in the time he held her captive? What if she reveals he’s most likely gotten her pregnant?

Suddenly, her stomach hurts, like she’s eaten something curdled. She winces in pain and clutches it. Kai turns around immediately.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Stomach. I was thinking of what to tell them, and it started hurting.”

“That’s unusual, you shouldn’t have symptoms yet.”

Suddenly, it hits her. “The spell.”

“What?”

“It would put the baby in danger if they found out I could be pregnant. They can’t know I might be carrying your baby.”

“That would make sense,” Kai muses.

As soon as Bonnie comes to the conclusion, the pain stops. She stands back up. “I think that was it. So I’ll just tell them I’ve been with you. And maybe… after the wedding, I was lonely, and when I saw you had returned, I gave into your constant flirting, and it was nice, and I didn’t want to leave.” She puts a hand on her stomach, expecting pain, but none comes. “Okay. I’ll use that.”

“Okay. Are you going to use it now, or…?”

“Tomorrow. Today, rest. Tomorrow, I’ll make my rounds, reassuring friends I’m okay.”

Kai nods. “Tomorrow it is.”

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I have a passing knowledge of Jaime Reyes' Blue Beetle from the character's appearance on SMALLVILLE, BATMAN: THE BRAVE AND THE BOLD and these panels.

Milagro, you are so real for this.

And this is where my true knowledge about Blue Beetle comes from - Ted Kord's Blue Beetle and his friendship with Booster Gold.

Blue & Gold Forever.

So with only knowing the bare minimum about Jaime I was able to watch BLUE BEETLE with no expectations. It's an incredibly vibrant, fun and heartfelt film. I'm concerned at its low box-office showing, but films with bigger leads and bigger budgets have also failed at the box office, or at the very least, didn't recoup it's budget and marketing. There has never been anything that was a guaranteed box office success. I would rather it tried to get eyes in theaters than get lost on HBO Max where it was originally slated for release. Here's hoping National Cinema Day on Aug 27th (where theaters are selling tickets for $4 for all formats) will bring more people to the tent.

Too true.

My thoughts on BLUE BEETLE

Nothing but SPOILERS.

THE GOOD

Xolo Maridueña (COBRA KAI) is a great Jaime. If you have seen Maridueña across these five seasons of COBRA KAI, it's not surprising. He has shown consistently that he can play humour, dutifulness, vulnerable and excel at action.

Big up to COBRA KAI's annual blow-out fight sequence.

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Oddly enough, at the end of the film I didn't think we got to know Jaime beyond a cursory level, but I'm sure if they did a deep dive on him I would complain about that too as my issue with origin story films is that so much real estate is given to building up the history of the character, that the plot and action seems relegated to the final act. But I guess BLUE BEETLE gave us all we need to know about Jaime.

Good egg, duty bound, gets hard from hugs (and kudos to this film for actually having a character who gets horny. Comic book films are nearly always a sexless thing, but my guy Jaime pulling his shirt down to cover his crotch after Jenny's (Bruna Marquezine) tale of woe was refreshing.)

-Really liked Jenny Kord. She wasn't the typical damsel in distress. She's formidable in her own right. She and Jaime doesn't feel rushed or shoehorned in. I especially loved the fact that they didn't just make her the love interest,

Though she and Xolo are great together,

but also gave her - in the Reyes - a new family. If she and Jaime were to go pear-shaped we can just know that Jenny still has a place within the Reyes clan.

-We have not one, but two new members to the Legion of Great DCEU Family Members. Joining the mom and dad of SHAZAM, AQUAMAN's dad, THE FLASH's mom is BLUE BEETLE's Alberto Reyes (Damián Alcázar) and Nana Reyes (the Oscar nominated Adriana Barraza).

Still waters run deep and Nana proved that. She's not just up in her room sewing and watching reruns of "María la del Barrio". She is sitting back waiting to showcase her experiene while fighting in the revolution.

And Alberto Reyes! He was this film's King T'Chaka. Always with a wise word, strong, caring. I hate that he had to die and I think it's a worn out trope that a hero has to suffer loss in order to come into their greatness, but it worked. Long Live Alberto Reyes!

Just enough George Lopez to not be annoying. He's funny, but only in small doses IMO so he was just good enough and used well enough that it wasn't eye-rolling. I really loved that he wasn't just there for the obvious comic relief, instead Uncle Rudy is a brain.

The opening along had me hyped. It set the tone and it lent to idea of the scarab being from space, but the inclusion of a classic Blue Beetle comic sketch just ::chef's kiss:

-Director Ángel Manuel Soto listed which stories he pulled from for this film,

but I see a lot of BATMAN: THE BRAVE AND THE BOLD episode "Fall of the Blue Beetle" in the bits where they go to Ted Kord's home/lab.

-The way they took OMAC/Kevin Kho backstory and merged it with Carapex's. In the comics OMAC was a Cambodian child of war, in this film Ignacio/Carapex was left an orphan and trained by the School of the Americas (rebranded Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation) whose training manuals advocated tortuing and blackmailing civilians. Using Kord Industries as not just a amorphous shady big tech corp, BLUE BEETLE's writer Gareth Dunnet-Alcocer and Soto tied Kord Industries to the realties of what big corporations are doing globally.

This ties into another thing I loved about the film - it had a strong cultural identity. From Nana using Vivaporú (Vicks Vapor Rub) as smelling salts to rouse Jamie, to El Chapulín Colorado(!!!).

The idea of gentrification that affects people across colour lines and specifically targets people of lower income.

The full integration of Jaime and Khaji-Da being exemplified by Khaji-Da (voiced by singer/actor Becky G) speaking Spanish.

THE BAD

-Is there someone with less screen prescence than Susan Sarandon? I don't know how she was ever a thing. I guess they needed a "name" but there several other actors like Anjelica Huston or Sigourney Weaver who would have done something more with that role. Carla Gugino. Anyone else!

-The establishing CGI of Kord Entrerprises was basura. There was a tangible change in F/X as if mid way through post-production they found out WB-Discovery was moving it to theatrical release and they effects crew got a cash infusion.

-While I came around on the character towards the end, I wasn't a fan of Milagro. Glad they aged her up but she fell into the trope of annoying movie sibling and it grated.

THE REST

-Harvey Guillen's character died in the film (good!) and he appears to be dead again on HARLEY QUINN (not good. There is no way Nightwing's death sticks).

-Soto and James Gunn says that Jaime has a future in the DCU. While an interview snippet is making the rounds where Soto says he would like Jason Sudeikis (TED LASSO) to play Ted Kord, I don't really believe that is true as the source is from an online site I'm not familiar with and people lie for clicks.

Yes, Buster. All. The. Time.

-While comics! Jaime lives in El Paso, Texas, film! Jaime lives in Palmera City - on El Paso St. - which was created for the film (and appeared in the comics months ahead in a tie-in). Soto found inspiration in Texas, Florida, and Puerto Rico. But I wonder what Palmera City's real-world city will be when James Gunn finishes the DC Map that he say is being redone. Maybe because over the years Metropolis has been Chicago/Delaware/New York.

Metropolis is not in Delaware, GTFOH.

#Youtube #blue beetle #blue beetle movie #blue beetle 2023 #jaime reyes #xolo maridueña #angel manuel soto #dc comics #comic book movies #movies #film #dcu #wb/dc #harvey guillen #bruna marquezine #spoilers

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 1 year

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Attempted Outfit References for the Royal!Legacy AU! Was gonna do the other four royals too but maybe they’ll just get their own post in a thousand years cuz I am SPENT

What’s that? You don’t even know what this is? So glad you asked! In short, it’s a ““quick”” fic meant to tide people over from the main chaos of Legacyverse and give ‘em some Aftershockshipping (Cole x Jesse) to gnaw on. We’re self-indulging to the max here. You don’t actually have to be fully caught up on the main series to follow along, but it does provide some extra context for certain character’s behaviors and whatnot.

Anyway, some General Stuff if you don’t feel like reading several thousand words (and only a couple hundred instead):

Prince Cole is the sole heir to the Kingdom of the West, the Province of Entertainment, which inherited from his late mother, Queen Lilly. His father, Prince Consort Lou, is therefore putting extreme pressure unto him to at least begin courting a potential suitor, primarily to preserve the West’s “good” reputation, and meddling to make sure Cole is paired up with another royal/noble. Cole, however, doesn’t believe that royals are all that different from commoners, and more importantly doesn’t want to be stuck with someone he can’t come to love. He still tries to appease his father’s wishes by seeking suitors on his own terms, but those plans go out the window as a rose comes in through his...

Jesse was a magician-in-training after earning himself a magic ring from a lady in a traveling tea cart as a child, but finds himself working in the Western Palace’s gardens instead to have steady money to send back home for his little sister’s care. He really didn’t expect to become smitten with the Western Prince himself, but after spending months of failures to match up an increasingly depressed Cole, he decides to make a move himself during the Spring Festival. Enlisting the help of a Western Palace guard and the Eastern Princess to conceal his identity, he succeeds in wooing the prince, but now it’s his accidentally overly suave alter ego that Cole’s in love with...or is it?

Jay is Cole’s right-hand Royal Retainer—initially born to a western-born entertainer and an eastern-born lightning mage, Jay otherwise grew up as an abandoned orphan until he was taken in by a married couple working within the Western Palace, and got his break working his way up in rank by doing whatever jobs were needed + being a good childhood friend to Cole. He fears that Lou will fire him if he’s caught “slacking” on the job, and thus tries to nudge Cole into appeasing his father, but after seeing Cole become genuinely happy (and learning this mystery admirer’s true identity) eventually begins to advocate for “true love” too (especially after swooning over a certain Southern Princess).

Antonia is a Palace Guard for the Western Palace, normally put on patrol in the Queen’s Gardens where Jesse works, and thus the two have formed something of a friendship (although for Antonia initially, it’s just for the entertainment). She helps Jesse secretly leave flower gifts in Cole’s room, and is the one to encourage him to go after Cole during the festival in the first place—though she made it very clear that this was supposed to be way easier than Jesse whipping up some kind of a double life that’s obviously going to backfire.

Kai is the Heir Apparent for the jurisdiction of the Southern Kingdom, known for its fertile land and exceptional trade routes between the other kingdoms. Despite his father marrying a noble maiden from the Archipelago, there’s still some bad blood between the South and the royalty of the islands—which is unfortunate, given that Kai is secretly in a relationship with the Archipelago’s princess. Still fronting that he’s searching for a suitor like Cole, he has until the end of the Spring Festival to go public with his unapproved love and potentially abandon his kingdom in the process—or let her fall into an awful arranged marriage. Maybe seeing a humble gardener boy shoot his shot will be the inspiration he needs to make his choice...for better or worse.

Nya is the second-born heir to the Southern Kingdom, and as a result of not being in line for the throne, doesn’t take her role as a princess as seriously as she should. She gets to happily fling herself into a potential budding relationship with Cole’s supposedly non-noble retainer, but after becoming invested with Jesse’s wild romantic schemes by association and realizing the deep trouble her brother’s actually in, she starts to step up and help make things right where she can.

For the other half of all this lore, stay tuned! And pray I can nail the rest of the refs...

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hueningsloverr · 4 months

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౨ৎ summer's over !

pairing: hueningkai x reader summary: every year, huening kai would visit the beach. and every year, you would be there. but that would change. word count: 1.0k

many generations ago - like, many - your family purchased a beach house in a small coastal town a few hours away from where you were living growing up. and so, every summer right after school got out, you stayed at that beach house for a month and a half, until school started again. and it had been that way your entire life.

when you were eight or nine, you met kai. he was the same age as you (although he was still only seven or eight when you met, he quickly turned the same age), and lived just down the street.

kai was a meek boy, who swore up and down he was 'so much cooler' during the school year - dance team, choral groups… everything musical you could dream of. but summer kai was still so cool to you - though there were a lack of waves he knew how to surfboard, he was a true musician just like his dad and older sister, and he was kind.

and so every summer, you'd wait for kai on the beach by your houses, and every summer he'd show up right as the sun was setting and summer would truly start then.

at eleven, your parents decided to permanently move to the beach house - city life was getting to be too much for them, and somehow at the beach it was always summer.

except it was never summer for you without kai.

by the time you were fourteen you started seeing less and less of kai.

'he's busy,' bahiyyih smiled, leaning over the counter of the book store you worked in. you laughed, rolling your eyes as you put away books. 'and he hates not being here. he whines about missing you every time we talk.'

you didn’t say anything in return, in truth you were too scared to. what would you even say? that you missed kai too? everyone knew that. there was nothing to say. no words could be spoken to fit how you truly felt.

'i keep telling him to come up, lea even offered to drive back into the city and get him.' she sighed, shaking her head as she spoke. 'apparently, his new friends tease him relentlessly about you.'

that idea was a foreign one.

kai spoke about you to others in the city?

he truly cared that much about you?

after turning fifteen, you simply accepted you would no longer see kai. he barely answered the texts you sent him, and claimed he was just too busy with school. he wasn't a dumb kid, which was the strange part - what smart kid has to suffer through summer school?

halfway through the summer, kai made a brief appearance. you were too busy working - too angry at him for abandoning you in some dusty bookstore - to see him. and so he came and went without even speaking a word to you.

'he's upset he couldn't find you.' bahiyyih whined, sipping leisurely on her iced tea. 'he said when he went by the store you were on your lunch break, and he didn’t have time to track you down.'

'sucks for him.' you huffed, staring out at the ocean.

there wasn't much more to say. hiyyih understood that. you were upset. kai was keeping things from you, and it was ruining your friendship.

during the last week of summer, at the ripe age of sixteen, and around the time most people packed up and moved back to the city - the time period bahiyyih and lea were leaving - kai appeared again. and this time? this time you couldn't hide.

"not here kai. not now"

"no i need to tell you the truth, please."

"kai i can't-"

"i can't not tell you though, you’re important to me."

"if i was important kai, you would put in the effort to at least text me back."

he paused, of course you'd bring up his lack of communication. it's not as if he chose to ignore you, he was refrained from talking anyone who was not family,

"i wanted to, really!" he began, defense at the ready yet so unprepared for your next words. "i just couldn't. and i want to be able to tell you why but i can't."

you frowned at his words. god, kai really hated when you were upset. it just wasn't fair he couldn't tell you.

"and that's the issue with us, kai. i can't trust you if you up and leave constantly, disappearing without any trace."

kai recognized the look in your eyes, and he knew it was one he would remember for the rest of his days. it was similar to the look you gave him at the end of every summer - well, used to give him. except this time, he could tell it was permanent.

"this is goodbye?" he asked, body tense as the realization hit him like a freight train. "i just need until the end of the winter to prove to you-" he pleaded, desperation kicking in.

"kai," you sighed, somehow already conveying everything through just one word. "i've spent too long waiting. i can't spend my entire life waiting. you'll leave today, go live your city life, and maybe i'll see you next summer. but me? i'm here, every day. i can't live here for eternity, waiting for you to maybe show up."

tears were pooling in your eyes at that point, and kai knew not to push you any further.

"this is goodbye." he muttered, more to himself than to you. it didn't feel real. it all felt like some terrible dream, and at any moment he'd wake up, still thirteen and preparing to make his annual trip to the beach.

but it wasn't a dream.

"summer's over kai, it's time you go home."

he nodded, watching you for any sign that you didn't mean what you were saying. but you did. you meant it all.

"do you think - are were still friends in some other time?"

your heart shattered at his words. you two weren't friends anymore.

"we're together in some universe - in the infinite combinations of worlds, in at least one there is no goodbye for you and i." you smiled, allowing the tears to fall.

and so, with those words, kai was gone. and summer would never come again.

authors note: this is my contribution to the holiday season!!! angst!!! also probably the last thing ill post for this year. this draft has been sitting here for 3 months. i wrote this september 25th. inspo also comes from yellowcards ocean avenue!!!

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little-annie · 11 months

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All I Want | Ch.1

Steddie Fic | Little_Annie | Ao3

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It was good.

It was so fucking good.

Yeah, maybe their relationship was a secret. Maybe Uncle Wayne was the only one who knew they were together. Maybe they snuck into closets or empty rooms when they spent evenings with friends, snuck kisses in dark corners or when everyone's attention was focused elsewhere but they were still them. They were Steve and Eddie, Eddie and Steve, together and hopelessly in love. They were together and they had each other. Had each other in every beautifully intimate way possible.

They sang, they kissed, they cuddled, they made love.

They made breakfast, held hands under the table, washed each other's hair and whispered sweet nothings to one another when no one was around.

They were so fucking in love.

Until they weren't

Until the day Eddie woke up and remembered nothing of the last year of his life

Until the day Eddie woke up and remembered nothing of Steve. His Steve. The Steve that held his hand and cried his eyes out waiting for the moment that Eddie would wake up. His Steve that made him laugh and sing, made him feel like the luckiest, most loved man alive. His Steve that he spent evenings and weekends with, cuddled into god awful plaid sheets with whispers of the words 'I love you' falling from their lips.

Until the day Eddie woke up from his coma and had no idea why Steve "The King" "The Hair" Harrington was there with him and why the absolute fuck he kissed him and called him Eds on his return to the land of the living.

Their love was so strong, so powerful, so goddamn beautiful. But was it strong enough?

Steve's heart was so full. Full with everything Eddie. Full with eyes the colour of the earth, full with curls that perfectly wrapped around his fingers, full with a touch that made his soul melt and porcelain skin that blushed the prettiest shade of pink.

But

Steve's heart that was once so full shattered when the words, "Why the fuck are you here?" rasped from Eddie's dry throat.

It was like a bullet to the heart. Like a fucking Demogorgan reached in pulled the beating organ out of his chest and crushed it in its cold undead hands. Steve was suddenly so empty. So scared and so goddamn alone. Again.

"Son," Wayne had breathed calmly behind him, warning but also sadness in his tone, watching the one man his nephew loved so much crumble in front of him, reaching desperately for the hand Eddie wasn't willing to give.

Already verging on hysterics, Steve tried, he tried to take Eddie's hand, to call his name, but nothing less than a bark of an order came from the man he loved, "Get the fuck out of here Harrington!"

He fell back into Wayne in shock and the man continued to calmly speak, "They told us he could have memory loss kid. I'm sorry, but I think it's best that'cha leave. I'll call ya tonight when I know more, 'kay?"

Steve couldn't speak, silent tears running down his face, he gathered his things. Or thing. Everything he'd brought was Eddie's, or theirs. He had his jacket, the letterman jacket he didn't quite care for anymore but Eddie loved, or more loved to tease him in. He thought it'd lighten the mood when Eddie woke up, he thought it'd spark some fun loving banter between them. Everything else he left behind, the books, the blankets, the change of clothes ready for Eddie for when he woke up, his rings, his necklace, his leather bracelet and a journal Steve had written in on the days it felt especially hard to watch the love of his life breath through a machine and remain so terrifyingly still.

On his way out the door, Wayne had grabbed his shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, ever so quietly mumbling, "A love like yous had just doesn't die kid, it's still in there somewhere. It's still in him."

The words shattered Steve's heart even further. Though he wished they were true, there was no way of actually knowing. It was luck in the first place to find someone as incredible as Eddie to love him. He didn't know if he could get that lucky again.

Steve squeezed a little tighter and turned to leave, standing in the doorway, willing himself the confidence to not turn around

"Wayne," he whispered, not moving his attention from the hall he was now facing, the old man turned, tears in his eyes, looking back at Steve, "everything should be there for today," Steve struggled to speak, tears in his eyes and pain in his throat as he turned and pointed at the pile of belongings next to Eddie's bed, "just maybe… fuck, " he huffed quietly, "I don't think he should read the journal, that might freak him out, maybe hide it for now."

Wayne nodded once in response, moving to squeeze Steve's arm as he quietly spoke, "I love ya son."

And if that didn't break Steve's heart even more.

—

The days had dragged into each other.

Wayne would call each evening when he got home from visiting Eddie; updating Steve on his condition. His mental health never being the topic of improvement unfortunately, but at least Steve knew he was doing better otherwise. His days were filled with worry and dread that he hadn't been able to visit since the morning Eddie woke up. Maybe he'd poke his head in when visiting Max, but it wasn't like he could go visit the guy as Dustin's friend alongside the curly haired pipsqueak because, like mentioned before, Eddie didn't remember the last year of his life.

That included the kids too.

Dustin was just as heartbroken as Steve, but it's not like Steve could show it, not in the way he felt really, he could mourn the loss as a friend but that's it. He and Eddie hadn't told anyone about their relationship, save Wayne, and he wasn't going to make it his business outing Eddie.

Mornings and nights Steve liked to think were the hardest, waking up and falling asleep alone, the absence of Eddie felt the richest then. But that's not to say every other waking minute was less difficult. Fuck, everything was difficult.

Brushing his teeth in the morning because he can picture Eddie behind him and the phantom feeling of a tattooed arm around his waist.

Doing laundry because he can still hear the whispers of Eddie's voice singing some made up song to him

Grocery shopping because he can hear Eddie's laugh and picture him on the end of the cart, weighing it down but with the biggest smile on his face as he throws some type of junk food in with their haul

Working at Family Video because there's no call coming through over his lunch break, no "Well hello there Stevie" or "Hey Baby" or a sing-songed "I love you Steve Harrington," on the other end of the line when he does pick up a call.

There's no Eddie bursting through his front door to tackle him into the couch and pepper him with kisses when he's just gotten home from work.

There's no Eddie pulling him into his arms after a bout of night terrors, pressing kisses to his head with whispered words of praise

There's no Eddie. Not for him anyways.

Some days Steve would join Wayne for supper or breakfast, depending on the man's work schedule.

At least he had Wayne.

At least Wayne cared and loved him.

At least Wayne still had Eddie.

Their time spent together would sometimes be in silence, occasionally accompanied by the local news or hum of the radio. Sometimes Wayne would pull Steve through the door and drag him out to go fishing or to a ball game in the city. Sometimes Steve was too late or too early to meet Wayne, so on those days he'd let himself in and find comfort in Eddie's bed with a book in hand, tears often times blurring the words past the point of recognition, before soon the exhaustion of grief would take over and lull Steve to sleep.

Many times did Wayne come home to find Steve curled up in Eddie's bed, tears staining the pillow in his tight grasp, book still held in hand as he quietly snored against the cotton fabric. It was common enough that Wayne didn't bat an eye, simply covering Steve with a blanket, setting an alarm for the morning in case the kid had to work the next day and shutting off the lights after gently ruffling his hair.

It was hard and lonely and some days debilitating.

Steve sometimes thought if Eddie was dead it'd be easier. He'd have at least loved Steve and would have at least loved him until the end. But everytime that thought occurs he hates himself a little more.

He didn't know what to do, it's not like he could barge into the hospital room and tell Eddie everything. How they fell in love, how the world nearly ended, how Steve carried him through the literal gates of hell and held his hand until the second he woke up.

He couldn't. Could he?

But that's not to say Steve didn't try to come up with some type of a plan.

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Since we're a magic less student if we were painting the roses we'd have to do it by hand and probably prick our finger

Can I request heartslabyul boys giving them a white rose and magically changing it's colour in their hands after they get banned from helping because their fingers are now full of bandages

sorry anonn, I can't write the entire heartslabyul gang since the character limit per request is 3. i hope you don't mind my choice of characters.

do request again if it doesn't satisfy you though! ^^

Skin punctured, palms encased in thick layers of bandages lest grime and paint toxins plague your injured hand. Each move of a muscle resulted in the horrible sensation of phantom needles digging its way into your skin.

Aside from the holes caused by the thorns, a deep and unsightly gash made its way across your forearm. It too needed the same, if not more, layers of bandages.

Another trip to the infirmary, you thought.

Now, back in the comfort of your own dorm, you rested your weary body. You made sure to thoroughly wash, disinfect and apply more bandages before you retired for the night. But for now, you sat on the gray cushions of your rickety lounge.

Three roses neatly sat on a makeshift vase— a taller than usual cup with water. Each rose was different from the other, reminiscent of the bachelors that offered them to you.

The first rose wasn't natural, its blue coloration set it apart from the rest. Honest work, you can commend that. Memories of an embarrassed Deuce Spade ran through your mind.

"Now...turn red!" he announced, the light in his pen flickered like a near-busted light bulb. "It's...blue?"

True enough the once white flower was turned into a deep blue, the same shade as lapis lazuli. You picked it up, careful not to prick yourself again on its dastardly spines.

"Wait! I can make another one— just give me another chance. I can prove that—"

"I like it," you chuckled, marveling at Deuce's accidental masterpiece. The rose's petals possessed a beautiful gradient from azure to pure white, akin to foamy ocean waves against the shore. "If you say so..."

"Oh wait! I forgot the pie!" Deuce panicked, quickly dashing towards the door.

"I'll be back! Just uhh— just wait for me 'kay? I promise you it's a good pie!"

You moved on to the second...rose? It looks nothing like a rose, It was more stem than rose, add the fact that the rose was slathered in still wet paint.

"Hey, hey~ If it isn't my favorite campus cryptid!" Ace hollered from across the hall, the lazily prepared flower in hand.

"What's that?" you ogled at what Ace was carrying. "A rose, duh. Did the medicine turn your brain to goop or what?"

"That's a rose?"

"Not the point, see what I did there? Anyways, got you this," he tossed you an expensive-looking bottle, decorated with shell patterns and pale purple.

"Prick."

"Touché, MC, touché."

Oh.

"Now before you tell me off," Ace seemed to read your thoughts, "I bought it," he waved the receipt in your face.

"It's a healing ointment, I can apply some on you if you like~" Ace playfully wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'm touched, but I can manage just fine."

"You must be fun at parties," he sighed.

Now the third rose was perfect. Trimmed and brightly colored, it was nothing but astounding perfection in every inch.

"To offer you just a rose would be unprofessional," Riddle offered you the rose first before handing you a box, "I prepared this myself, mind you."

"I apologize for my oversight and lack of supervision. This whole ordeal would've been prevented if I'd only been more cautious."

Inside the box was an appetizing serving of red velvet cake, its appetizing scent beckoned forth your tiny Behemoth— Grim.

"No oyster sauce this time?"

"I've already memorized the recipe, its better than last time. That, I can assure you," Riddle was smug. "Seriously, I'd choose Advanced Alchemy over baking any day."

"Let's dig in then!" NRC's resident weasel announced, clawing at the delectable treat.

A sigh escaped Riddle's lips, "Wash your hands— er, paws, at least."

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