#i am OVER them running things in circles and going nowhere

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here my friend after a very, very long week. This is actually my 3rd attempt at sending you an ask. First, I finally had time and was excited to type up something for the latest episode and then the Buck LI stuff came out and the mood for that was killed. Next I had mostly typed up my salty thoughts only to have my internet go down (yes, I whined at home "what i was going to read??!!" and pointedly ignored my very much filled bookcase because my ships aren't in them). So here let's see if this one works out.

So how is it KR and the promo dept always manage to kill any joy we have when we get fed any kind of Buddie content (the follow-up to the Eddie getting shot, and the 5b and premier come to mind here)?? Seriously Buck and Eddie more or less went on a date and had family night together and almost immediately they came back with "look Buck and Eddie are going to go on dates!!". Its exhausting cause it seems like any time they put out a story that might even be slightly suggestive of them being more than platonic bros they insist on following it up with stories to "prove" they are, no matter how recycled those plots are.

And okay let's take a second here to ask WTF is KR doing with these characters? In 6b alone we've had Buck dying, a coma dream, PTSD, super powers, and now he's getting a crush, and we STILL haven't finished the accursed sperm donor storyline??!! Bobby and Athena investigated had the death of a beloved friend 🙄 plot, HenRen had the nonsensical Denny secretly seeing his Dad which was never an issue before plot, and Madney and Eddie are just kinda there?? The other characters have had at best one storyline where the audience has to either invent or rewrite the backstory for. But for Buck he's had like 50 plotlines, none of which have really gone anywhere? I love Buck but I'd rather have him have 1 good arc and resolution than whatever this bullshit is. I'd easily take that screentime and give it to any of the other characters if it meant we got 1 well thought out and executed storyline. Instead we're just recycling and redressing old plots for everyone else while KR uses a magnetic poetry set to plan what Buck's doing from episode to episode. We have 5 episodes left in the season, 4-5 guest characters that are going to be incorporated (including 2 much beloathed ones 🙄🙄🙄), and nothing really setup for our mains to do (even Eddie dating isn't setup, it literally hasn't come up after Ana and you'd think they could have in 6a while he was watching his son mature).

Anyway, I'll stop the rant here though there's definitely more I could say. I'll close off saying I hope you're feeling better today since this week looks like its been rough on you. Sending you virtual tea, soup, and hugs!!

Long week is RIGHT my friend! I'm so sorry you were foiled in your previous attempts! I am right there with you on the Buck LI stuff just...sucking a lot of the joy out of things for me. Because of course we're doing this again 🙄🙄🙄 I was even writing up notes on a possible fic and you KNOW I haven't written anything since Malex and even that was before s4 started. But alas. That sucks about the power going out! I hate when that happens especially if I was in the middle of something! (Also I am SO with you. I keep buying books and then just...not reading them because my brain says "it's not our blorbos so no.)

I am just...so tired at this point. Like yes these people *may* not stick around, but even so, I don't want to loose out on Buddie scenes and Buckley-Diaz family scenes! I don't want Buck to have 90% of his time and discussions with some new character I do not know or care about instead of Eddie and the firefam! They already tried to do that with BT and it was the woooooorst! I want Eddie to have screentime and arcs but again, I don't want the little time we DO get to be wasted on some random side character! And lets be honest, there is no person they can introduce at this point that can compare with the relationship Buck and Eddie have already built and the ways in which they are the perfect partners for what each other needs. So the options are to a) cut down on seeing that relationship so their new het ones don't look so shitty and lame in comparison, b) have these women be mostly just Blurry Girlfriends in the background with no personality or depth just to have the boys paired off so they don't have to do Buddie while still centering their relationship so people can't call them out for not committing to Buddie because their "friendship" looks basically the same, or c) give them LIs that are basically the other's personalities transplanted into a female body in order to have the relationship be anything close to what Buck and Eddie need in a life partner. These are all terrible options, and I hate them, more than I hate the idea of them ending up single even though it undercuts their own narrative set up for the characters but that's a cop-out too.

ANYWAY

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 to everything about Buck's 700 shitty arcs this season while everyone else is mostly twiddling their thumbs. KR is literally the worst at pacing and planning, and constructing a season with any kind of flow. On the bright side, Ravi is coming back and Chim is going to get to do something! I'm so excited! I was really hoping for more of him and Bobby teaming up last week because the little crumbs we got were GOLD.

I did have a very emotionally rollercoaster-y week and the show being Like This absolutely Did Not Help, but I am making it work. Mostly with loooots of fic. Cheers friend, lets see if we can make it through the finale intact, if Buddie dreams can make it through the finale intact, and if the SHOW can make it through the finale intact with how these renewal negotiations are going.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #IDC how it turns out 5 episodes from now or next season this is literally a repeat of s2 AND s4 #with eddie getting with someone and buck going back to trying to date right after #i am TIRED #i am OVER them running things in circles and going nowhere #and i am sick of kr ruining everything about the show with her incompetence and her obsession with cheap drama #GOD and the sperm donor thing is STILL fucking going! #didn't she say how “fun” it could be to see buck trying to date in the middle of all that?! #GOD if i think too hard about that storyline or the next few episodes i just get filled with rage #so i'm gonna go read some fic and calm down #but it is past time for her to go for REAL #get that woman AWAY from buck and his arcs and the whole damn show actually #brb gotta go scream into the woods for an hour

[shadowdaddies]

Hey girly, I had a dream last night and I feel like it’d make a good story. This time it’s cassian! So we want to go into battle with everyone and fight but cassian is set on us staying so we get into this big argument the night before we leave. While in battle, the reader gets seriously hurt and possibly kidnapped or taken and cassian can feel them through the bond getting hurt and is freaking out. Obviously the inner circle ends up finding us and cassian drags her into their room and starts apologizing and telling her how sorry he is and they make a pact to never go into battle angry and maybe it ends with some smut if you wanted to. Thank you so much!

thank you for the request love! I've been dying to write more Cassian lately

Stay Together

Cassian x Reader

Warnings: explicit torture, battle, weapons, injury, etc

You could not believe the conversation that you were having with Cassian. “What was the purpose of all the training I’ve gone through if you’re going to try to stop me from joining you in battle, Cass? I’m not just going to stay here while everyone else puts their lives on the line.” Arms crossed, you gave him your most stern look, daring him to challenge you further.

Cassian often didn’t know when to let things go, and now proved to be one of those moments. He towered over you, speaking in a lethally calm tone. This was not your mate, this was the General speaking to you now. “You will not go into battle tomorrow. It is against my official orders, and in this moment I am telling you as your superior officer that you are not prepared for this fight.” 

Seething with anger, you stormed from your tent. A lower ranking officer who was positioned outside eyed you with concern as you dodged any attempt at conversation, stalking past him. In need of space from Cassian and knowing that Mor was off with Emerie, you went to her tent to stay the night, eventually falling asleep still waiting for her to return. 

You awoke to alarms ringing and shouting from all over the camp, the sounds of people running past your tent signaling that there had been an advance from the other army. They’d come early. You sprung out of the cot you’d slept on, realizing Mor never came back last night. You could only hope she’d stayed with Emerie as you ran to find your own mate, hopeful to locate him in the chaos. 

Most everyone had evacuated the camp by now, headed to the battlefront. You couldn’t fathom how we had been caught off guard so easily - how could the entire other army have moved that quickly? Throwing the flap open to your tent, Cassian was nowhere to be found. Of course he wouldn’t be here - he would be on the front lines - and your last words to each other were an argument. 

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you searched frantically for your armor - pausing when you heard shuffling and whispers outside the tent. Who would be heading back into camp in the middle of an attack? You grabbed your dagger, creeping outside to peer around the corner where you’d heard the noise.

The same officer from last night stood in front of you, smiling as he casually flipped his own dagger in his hand. “What are you doing here? Most everyone has left for the battlefront by now,” you questioned him, looking around for anyone else in the area. You panicked as you realized that you were alone, the knowing look on his face telling you everything you needed to know.

“You think we’d send our entire army against you so soon? We just needed a distraction.” You gripped the hilt of your dagger, barely holding yourself back from attacking this male who’d revealed himself as a spy. You needed to get more information first. He continued, “With enough spies in your camp, it was too easy to convince everyone that the other army was on the move. You really should be more aware of who might be listening - your little fight with your mate last night gave us the perfect opportunity. Now we’ll be able to not only destroy the camp and weaken your forces before our attack, but we’ll have a member of the High Court, the General’s mate, as leverage.” 

You scoffed. “You think you can take me? You know who trained me.” He slowly nodded. “I don’t need to.” Suddenly you sensed a presence behind you, turning to see several males just before the world went black.

You awoke, blinking your eyes rapidly in an attempt to adjust to the lack of light in the room. You were seated at a table - chained to a chair, your arms cuffed to the tabletop - your entire body feeling weak and throbbing in pain. Instinctively, you tugged on the bond in hopes of reaching Cassian, but felt nothing. Panicked, you lowered your mental shields to contact Rhys or Feyre. Nothing again. Realizing you must have been given faebane, your next move was to find a way out of your chains. As you studied your binds, the door opened, a large, uniformed male and female entering the room.

“Good, you’re awake. Now we can begin,” the male said, yellow eyes shining with twisted pleasure as he took the seat across from you. The female stood to the side, unrolling a pack to reveal a number of tools and knives. You were here to be tortured for information. 

Taking a deep breath, you schooled your features into a neutral expression, focusing on detaching from the physical pain that was coming. You didn’t bother to look at the tool the female held up in your peripheral vision as she made a show of inspecting it. The male leaned forward, a sick grin showing several missing teeth as he asked you a question. You tuned him out, ignoring everything he said so that you wouldn’t give anything away.

Heavy silence hung in the air, the male seemingly repeating the question before sighing in resignation. He nodded to the female, who roughly grabbed your hand in hers, and the pain tore through every nerve in your body as your fingernail was ripped from you. A scream echoed through the air - presumably your own - as your vision flashed white. 

It felt like hours had passed, as they found creative new ways to draw pain from you. Your body slumped forward as much as the chains would allow, you began seeing visions in the darkness. Azriel appeared in the corner of the room, and you were grateful for this trick your mind was playing on you, just so you could see a familiar face. You smiled, feeling a sense of comfort rush through you before the male’s hand made contact with the side of your face. 

Reeling from the impact, your vision began to fade as you slowly lost consciousness again - only seeing flashes of Azriel’s face as he killed your captors. You felt the warmth of your mate, Cassian’s voice sounding from a distance in your head. This must be the end, you thought, welcoming death - or whatever may come - as long as you were with Cassian.

Your first thought as you looked around your bedroom was that this was clearly not Hel. Your muscles were sore, but otherwise you felt whole. You could feel your mating bond again, tugging on it as hard as you could just to see Cassian burst through the bathroom door with wide, puffy eyes. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, running across the room to kneel at your side. Tears ran down his face as he held your hands in his. “I’m so - I’m so sorry,” he choked out through sobs. “I should have listened to you, I never should have let you leave like that. I love you. I love you. I love you. Please, please forgive me.” Your heart broke with his, feeling his remorse and fear through the bond. “I’m sorry too, Cass. I thought I was going to die having left you after an argument. That feeling was worse than any pain I went through.” 

Cassian looked up at you, his broad hand holding your face as he swore, “I will never leave you in a fight again.” You nodded. “I promise, I will never leave you in a fight either.” The bargain mark burned the back of your neck, a sharp diamond with intricate swirls now permanently on both of your bodies. Cassian leaned in, kissing you softly until you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, communicating all that words could never express. 

You pulled him into the bed with you, the two of you holding each other close. You would face the looming threat of the spies and the war soon enough - but tonight, you had your mate, and you would never have to face those threats without him again.

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[her-favorite]

hii i <3 ur work!! could you please write a james march fluff pls!! thanks so much babe

thank you so much!! I absolutely love getting requests 🤭

VALENTINES DAY

James Patrick March x F!Ghost!Reader

Summary: I thought why not make it some Valentines Day fluff since it’s coming up soon!

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

a/n: i am fucking IN LOVE with james, so im so so happy to be getting requests for him 🤭 he’s definitely in my top 3 ahs evan characters

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You walked into your and James’ shared suite, taking off your heels and setting down your accessories on the table by the entrance. You called out for your husband, James nowhere to be found.

You heard shuffling in the bathroom, making your way over to see what the noise was. The closer you got, you heard the bathtub running and light illuminating from under the door. You twisted the doorknob, pushing it open, only to freeze in your place.

The space around the top of the bathtub was littered with candles, red rose petals scattered around the floor and some swimming around in the water. You looked up at the figure who had stopped moving in the corner.

“Dearest, you’re back!” James’ raspy voice was loud enough to echo through the room. “Cleopatra had went on and on about the day of Valentine’s and I thought to show you my never ending love for you, my dear.” He walked over to you, resting his hands on your hips. Yours moved up his arms, circling around his neck.

“You didn’t have to do this, James. It’s too much-“ He cut you off with a tsk.

“Nonsense, this day is about you, my love.” He took his hands away and made his way back over to the bath. He started unbuttoning his blazer, rolling it off his shoulders and folding it on the counter. Once he got rid of the rest of his clothing, he held his hand out for you. “Come on, darling, join me.”

You stripped your clothes, letting them fall to the cold floor. You took his hand as he helped you into the tub. You leaned forward to let him sit behind you. He pulled you up on his lap, wrapping his arms around your bare waist. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the way it moved up and down as he breathed.

“You are absolutely striking, dear. The moment you stepped into this hotel in ‘26,” he sighed on delight. “I was absolutely struck with your beauty. You, Mrs. March, are the absolute best thing to happen to me. You are the most ravishing woman to step onto this godawful earth.” His hands moved up to smooth over the water and bubbles on your arms. He pressed kisses to your wet shoulders, leading up to your neck. You sighed in content, letting your head rest back against his shoulder. “Ease yourself, dear, let me take care of you.” He whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to it.

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Once James was done washing you off, you dried yourself with a towel as James went out into the suite with just some boxers and a robe that hung off his shoulders.

You tied a red silk robe around your body, tying the knot tight. Your hair was dry enough because most of it wasn’t placed in the water. “Sweetheart, where did you go?” You say loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. You step outside of the bathroom doorway, leaning against the side as you looked around for your husband.

Your eyes stopped once they landed on his broad shoulders, his arm reaching out to pull the lever for the gramophone to work. It played soft, classical music through the tube, filling the empty space in the room.

“Ah, dear,” He turned around and walked over to you. He put his hand out for you to grab and kissed your knuckles when you obliged. You smiled at his politeness, your smile being reciprocated by your husband.

He put one hand on your waist and held the other that was already holding your hand. You put your hand on his shoulder, slowly moving up to cup the side of his neck. Your thumb rubbed back and forth, slowly relaxing the both of you.

James started to rock back and forth at a slow pace, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. You smiled in content, moving your body with his. Your breathing was even, your shoulders were relaxed, your jaw was unclenched. You’ve never felt so relaxed before, until now. James always had an affect on you, but tonight was different. Tonight was about comfort, about ease, to unwind.

“You’re radiant when you’re happy, dearest.” James broke the beautiful silence (with the exception of the hum of the music). “This exact moment reminds me of our first dance, back in ‘27.” He reminisces, closing his eyes as if he was imagining it. Your smile gets wider, watching your husband open his eyes again and make eye contact with you. He has a warm smile before he leans down and presses his lips against yours. It was sweet, loving. It felt like being wrapped in hug, the warmth of it making you feel safe.

When you both pulled away, James took his hands away and moved them to cup your face. “You, darling, are the most enticing woman. As soon as I laid my eyes on you the day of the opening of this dear Hotel, I knew that I had to have you. Everything about you is absolutely captivating and it captures my attention in mere seconds. Everything that you are.. is everything that I could’ve asked for in a lover. You are my goddess and I truly worship the ground that you walk on, my dear.”

The water in your eyes threatened to spill over and once it did, James immediately caught it with his thumb.

“Oh, dearest, do not cry. I didn’t mean to upset you-“ You kissed him, cutting him off. He paused for a second, before quickly returning it. You both had to break apart when you both started smiling widely.

“I love you, James.” You whisper to him, your faces just inches apart.

“I love you more, my dear Y/N.”

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[annabelinlove]

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

I turn my face from the fire and look at the person who just sat next to me. Sirius Black looks at me with tired eyes, cigarette that’s waiting to be lit in his hand. I blink a few times to focus before answering.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to sound awake, but judging from his face, I know I’m not doing a good job.

“You know what I’m talking about, pet. I am with you the whole day, if not me then Prongs or Moony, right until we’re tired and go to our room. When I can’t sleep, or wake up feeling restless, I come here to have a smoke and guess what. You’re here. Every single time. Reading, or writing or just staring at nothing like you were doing just now. We talk and then I go back to my dorm to go back to sleep, but I never see you leave. And every morning before class, you’re already here, prepared and everything. So tell me, darling. When was the last time you’ve slept?”

I stare at him with open mouth. I never knew he noticed these things, or actually thought about them. He’s looking at me with concern written all over his beautiful face. His frown forms wrinkles between his eyebrows and I wanna kiss them away. But you’re best friends, you can’t screams the voice in my head and I’m glad that my brain is working even without sleep. I want to open my mouth and answer him, but I have no idea what to say, so I just stare at him.

“C’mon, you know you can tell me anything. I’m your best friend, we’re supposed to tell each other when something is bothering us, so the other one can help. That’s what we’re here for.” he urges, desperation in his voice. His eyes are boring into mine, like he’s trying to read my mind, but I can’t help him do that.

“So that’s all I’m good for? Am I just a problem solver for you?” I tease him, trying to avert his attention from the topic. One side of his mouth twists, and I’m glad it amused him at least a little bit.

“You’re so much more than that to me, love.” Sirius promises, his features softening. He grabs my hand and his warmth seeps into me. “You are everything to me, so please, please tell me what’s bothering you. Why don’t you ever sleep?”

“Nothing, I’m just not tired.” I say nonchalantly, hoping that I sound convincing. He lifts one of his eyebrows and gives me an unimpressed look.

“Yeah, right. The circle under your eyes are so dark, I’d think you were a raccoon if I didn’t know any better, pet.” he jokes, but his eyes don’t hold any amusement, just pure concern. I sigh and look at our joined hands, my fingers toying with his rings. I open my mouth to say something but he interrupts me.

“I swear, if you’re gonna ask me why I’m wearing my rings now, I’m gonna strangle you.” he threatens, and I smile for the first time tonight, because it warms my heart that he knew I was gonna ask that. He knows me too well, it’s scary sometimes.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” I murmur, hoping he can’t hear me, but from the way he squeezes my hand, I know he did.

“Why don’t you wanna sleep, darling?” he asks gently. I shrug my shoulders, but he’s patiently waiting for my answer.

“Because I think a lot. And my mind goes to places I dont want it to go. I think about everything, the school, the future, us. And once I start, I can’t stop, until I fall asleep. But when I do, the nightmares begin. They’re horrible Siri.” my voice breaks and I try to take a deep breath, but fail. “I’m always alone in the dark, but I can feel I’m not alone, you know? Like the feeling you get when someone is watching you. And then, out of nowhere, someone just appears right in front of me. It’s either you, Jamie, Remmy, Marls or just anyone I like, but..B-but they’re dead, they’re always dead and staring at me with huge, lifeless eyes. And I try to move, to help them or run away, just to do something, but I can’t. It’s like I’m frozen in place. And then I hear voices, yelling at me that it’s my fault they’re dead or asking me to help or just telling me how worthless I am. And I can never wake up. No matter how much I try, to just wake up, I can’t. I keep telling myself that it’s not real, you are all okay and its just my imagination, but the longer it lasts, the realer it is and I can’t wake up and it’s terrible and it’s killing me and I don’t wanna sleep ever again because..” Sirius hugs me close to his body shushing me softly, stopping my rumbling. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I can feel the wet patch I formed on Sirius’ shoulder. I hiccup loudly, trying to keep my breathing calm, but failing once again.

“Shh, it’s okay love. Try to breathe. I’m here darling, don’t worry. I’m here with you and I’m not going anywhere. Just beathe, my love.” He murmurs into my ear, rocking us lightly. One of his hand if tightly wrapped around my back, drawing small circles, while the other one is in my head, protectively holding my head to his shoulder. I listen to his soft words, breathing in his cologne and trying to stop shaking. We stay like this for Merlin know how long, but he doesn’t stop whispering sweet nothings and rocking us lightly even after my breathing is regular and I’m no longer shaking. He squeezes me one last time, before slowly pulling away, yet his hands never leave my body. I’m basically sitting in his lap, but neither of us seem to mind.

“I’m so sorry, darling, I had no idea. I’m so fucking sorry..” he apologizes, but I interrupt him before he can say more.

“It’s not your fault, Siri. You couldn’t have known, because I never told you. I didn’t want you to worry.” I try to reassure him, hating that desperate look on his face, but he just shakes his head, and places his hands on my cheeks, his cold rings soothing my hot skin.

“I should have asked sooner, I knew something was wrong, but I decided to let it be and that’s on me, but I promise I’m never gonna do it again. I’m so sorry I’ve let you suffer alone for so long, my love. It’s never gonna happen again, I promise. You’re never leaving my side again. You’ll sleep in our dorm from now on. Company could help you, and you’re gonna try some of Remus’ tea, he hides under his bed and even if that’s not gonna work, we’ll go to Madam Pomfreys. You’re not in this alone okay? You have me and you always will, I’m not going anywhere and I won’t stop, until you get the rest you need and deserve okay?” he promises and I believe him. The look in his eyes is determined and I know that when he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t stop, until he achieves whatever it is he wants. I smile at him and nod, not being able to say anything. But Sirius doesn’t mind, he closes the distance between us, and gently kisses my forehead, the kiss lingering longer than usual and butterflies inside me are awakened. He leans back with me still in his arms and lays comfortably on the sofa. I set my head on his chest, and close my eyes listening to his heartbeat.

“You’re gonna get through this, I promise. I love so fucking much, more that you know, my love.” These are the last words I hear before drifting into sleep for the fist time in what feels like millennia.

And who knows, maybe one day I’ll share my secret about how I feel about him. And something about the way he holds me right now and his words tell me, that he will be glad I share another secret with him.

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[intotheseas]

But like. Ominis and Seb meeting MC's parents for the first time? Hear me out. Seb has nowhere to go for the summer months after the *ahem* incident in the catacomb. So MC offers both Ominis and sebby boi to stay with her for the summer. (Her parents are weird like she is)

Soooo I actually have almost this exact scene coming in a couple chapters in my fic "The Softest Magic", except without the incident and Vera only has her mother, who is the epitome of uber-caring trollmom lol. But I also want to explore how it might have been if Vera's father was alive, mess with some story points, and play around with present tense too, so here you go! Hope you don't mind that I wrote it with my MC and most of all I hope you like it! Please keep in mind I am new to writing so it definitely won't be perfect ahh and I may have run with the prompt a bit lot :) Read here on AO3 or below the break. 3,817 words.

Features: aged up characters (characters are 17), love triangle, but it's not a bad thing, they're just dancing around it trying to figure it out, hurt/comfort, healing, supportive parents doing what they do best, good parents, fluff, some liberties taken with canon (basically made Solomon an absolute arse), forgiveness.

Contains mentions of murder, violence/abuse, HL spoilers, implied teenage romance, small bit of underage drinking, cheese. Not beta read or proofread super thoroughly.

She’s sitting with him in the Room of Requirement, her thumb rubbing circles over the back of his hand. Sunlight beats down on them and it’s almost uncomfortable, too exposing. He’s bared his soul to her - both the brightest and darkest corners, and it’s taking Vera some effort to average the two. She keeps her eyes trained on his hand, not sure how to look him in the eye when he’s crying. Like it’s a little too much, like it’s a boundary they haven’t made the decision to cross yet. 

Which is pretty weird, she thinks, since she saw him kill his uncle just a few weeks ago. Since they’ve shared countless nights together with Ominis, slumped over books, demolishing poachers, falling asleep on this very sofa. The thought shakes her from her weird paralysis and she thinks, fuck it, he needs help. He needs love. 

“Come home with me this summer,” she says. “You and Ominis.” Vera meets his eyes, dead serious. “You need somewhere to go and my parents will be overenthusiastic hosts.” 

He gives her a look, like he thinks this is a trick. He gives her that look a lot lately, ever since…well, ever since the catacombs. Like he thinks he doesn’t deserve anything nice coming his way. Vera gets it, too. You don’t murder a family member, even in self-defence, and come out without some serious issues. 

It’s evident in the way he folds into himself, like a child who’s been yelled at by his father. Vera wonders briefly, how often did Solomon yell at him like that? How often did he hit him? She knows Solomon fought to kill in the catacombs. It was either them or him. 

His voice is quiet, meek. So unlike the brash and charming Sebastian she’s come to know and love over the past year. “You mean it?” 

Vera pulls him into a hug. “What else would I do? Leave you both in that cottage without Anne? Ridiculous. You and Ominis can come back with me. My parents will love you.” She feels him stiffen in her arms. “And no, I won’t tell them what happened. That parts up to you.” 

The wall behind them grates and shifts as Ominis crosses the door’s threshold. “I thought I might find you two here,” he says. His voice is soft, tentative, like he isn’t sure how to say the words, or if he should say them at all. 

Vera releases Sebastian from her grasp and gets up, pulls Ominis close. Sebastian’s situation, from the Scriptorium to the catacombs, has traumatised him, too. His best friend, maybe more than that, slipping into the Dark Arts despite his most fervent warnings, careening down the road to hell paved entirely with obsession and good intentions. Despite all his apprehensions, he’s remained loyal to Sebastian until the bitter end. Vera loves Ominis for it. She loves them both.

“Hey Omi,” she says. “I was just telling Seb this, but come home with me this summer. Both of you. My parents are going to love you.” Ominis holds on to her like a life raft, like she’s the one thing keeping him afloat in the maelstrom of fucked-up their lives have become. 

“You…you’re certain your parents would welcome two extra students?” 

Vera laughs, despite the weird atmosphere. “I’m positive. They always wanted more kids, but Mum couldn’t. They’ll be thrilled to have you.” She leads Ominis to the sofa where Sebastian is still curled into himself, like an old piece of parchment. “I won't force you, but…if you both want to, I can send them an owl right now. What do you think?” 

Ominis sits beside Sebastian, loops his arm around his back. “Sebastian? What do you think? I don’t particularly fancy the idea of spending the summer in Feldcroft…it’s too close to…everything. And my family isn’t even worth considering as an option.” Sebastian leans his head against his shoulder. 

“If Vera thinks her parents won’t care…if I won’t be an imposition-” 

“You won’t,” Vera insists.

“...then okay. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go. You’re right, Ominis, the cottage isn’t an option. I don’t think I could bear being so close to…and if Anne comes back and doesn’t want to see me…” He hangs his head even lower, buries it in his hands. Ominis holds him, runs his fingers through his hair. 

Vera walks over to the table in the middle of the room, scratches down a note. 

Mum and Dad, 

Mind if I bring two of my friends home for the summer? I’ve told you about them, Ominis and Sebastian? They’ve…had a rough year. We all have. I’m giving them all the care I can, but I think some hospitality done Bell style would do them good. 

Love you and miss you lots, let me know, 

Vera

An owl comes in through the open window, hops over to her. She affixes the letter to its leg and sends it off with a few pats. 

She walks over to the sofa and drapes her arms over her two closest friends. Kisses the tops of their heads with all the tenderness she can muster. “I sent them an owl. I’m sure they’ll say yes. In the meantime…I know none of us are okay, but we have O.W.Ls in a month. We need to focus, and you both need to get your mind off of this.” She summons several books and rolls of parchment to the table in front of them. 

They groan slightly, but pull books to their laps, their quiet murmurs filling the air. It’s a step, Vera thinks. On a very long staircase. But it’s a step. 

Two days later, the Bell’s family owl, Button, swoops in through the Room of Requirement’s window, crash landing into the pile of books and parchment littering the table. He’s small and spotted, and terribly uncoordinated. Perfect in his imperfectness, as Vera’s mom likes to say. He hops excitedly on one foot, waits for Vera to untie the letter tied to his leg. 

Vera, 

Of course we don’t mind. Tell them they’re coming home. We can’t wait to meet them.

We love and miss you, too. Good luck with O.W.Ls! Can’t wait to see you!

Mum and Dad

“Well, it’s official,” Vera announces. “You two are coming home with me in a month. My parents say they can’t wait to meet you both.” The first genuine smile she’s seen in weeks graces Sebastian’s face. Ominis shoulders slump, his expression relieved, and her heart feels a little lighter. This is closer to how it was before. It’ll never be normal again, she knows, but they’ll find a new normal. 

A month passes, and day by day, step by step, they find their way toward something resembling peace. The relentless studying helps, takes their mind off of the existential horror of death and loss and replaces it with the existential horror of their futures. A better direction to look in, Vera thinks. 

Their O.W.Ls pass without incident. Vera knows she’s done terribly in History of Magic, but failing that O.W.L is basically a rite of passage for every fifth-year, anyway. They’re all exhausted for a different reason now, a reason that feels earned. Like their naps on the plush sofa in the Room of Requirement are borne out of hard work, not a desire to escape consciousness. 

And all too soon, they’re met with the scarlet train that will take them home. “Home,” Vera reminds them. “You’re coming home.” The train ride is both reflective and jumpy, an anxious energy buzzing all over the compartment. Flashes of blue skies and green fields fly by their field of vision as the train picks up speed and takes them away. Away from where it happened, away from all the daily reminders. And maybe she’s imagining it, but every metre they travel, the load feels a little less horrifying. It’ll never be gone, not completely, but like water smoothing a stone, time makes everything feel lighter. 

Sebastian’s all nerves, drumming his fingers restlessly on his leg. Vera can see the thoughts racing behind his eyes, already knows what he’s thinking. He wonders if he deserves this, if he’ll fuck this up, too. Thinks he might dare to hope a little. 

Ominis is a pool of outward calm, like usual. Vera knows better, of course. Knows he’s concerned about Sebastian, concerned about making a good first impression on her parents. 

She’s nervous, too. Nervous about the unspoken bonds between them all. She loves them both, probably as more than friends. 

No, definitely as more than friends. She thinks they might feel the same way about her, but she thinks they feel that way about each other, too, and probably have for a long time. The entire year has been a nervous yet comforting dance, the steps marked by stolen glances, lingering touches, chaste kisses on the cheek, fingers interlaced, and too many “accidental” nights spent curled around each other in front of the fire to be accidental. Vera supposes it doesn’t need to be figured out right away, as long as they’re all content. 

The smog and odour of London is overpowering as they step off the train and through Platform 9 ¾’s barrier. They’ve decided to floo straight home - no need to make her parents come all the way out here to collect them. A coffee shop nearby provides some sanctuary from the sensory overload, a cheery witch levitating several pots of coffee and tea waves to them over her shoulder as they duck in. “Back from Hogwarts, darlings? Floo point’s in the corner. You enjoy your vacations now!” 

They wave back in thanks and cross over to the crackling fireplace. Vera’s voice rings out clearly. “Bell Residence, London!” 

The vertigo-inducing, oddly squeezing sensation of floo travel is something Vera still hasn’t grown accustomed to, and she’s a little dizzy as they stumble into her kitchen. The pale yellows of the wallpaper and tablecloth deepen in the warm glow of the sun through the window. Her parents look up expectantly, happily. 

Ava, her mother, still in her lime-green Healer robes, immediately stands and gathers them all into a surprisingly crushing hug. Her blonde hair’s in its usual bun and freckles dot across her face like stars as her eyes crinkle into an enormous smile. “Welcome home, loves,” she murmurs. “I’m so happy you’re all here. I’m Ava, and this,” she points over to the man at the table, “is Riley.” 

Riley rises from the table, taller than all of them. Vera peeks to the side at Ominis and Sebastian, sees them shrink back slightly and almost giggles. Her father looks imposing, but he’s even more of a dear than Ava. His ruddy cheeks emphasise his genuine smile, and his curly tawny hair falls in every direction. Vera hugs him tightly, and Riley grabs Sebastian and Ominis, brings them into the fold. “Welcome home,” he says. “All of you.” 

Ava nearly dances around them, levitates their luggage with her wand and leads them down a long hallway toward another sun-soaked room. There are two guest beds set up, plush and feathery, with deep emerald green duvets resting on top. Vera’s bed rests to the left, her duvet a cheery yellow. “Afraid we don’t have a guest room, but this’ll do, right?” She winks, and her eyes dance with mischief. “I’m sure you’re all exhausted from the trip. Why don’t you all rest in here while Riley and I make dinner?” She steps lightly out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

Vera sits on her bed, sinking into the thick duvet. “Well,” she says. “Those are my parents.” I promise Dad is a lot less imposing than he seems. He and Mom are really playful people. It’s just kind of how they show their love.” 

Sebastian and Ominis sit, flanking her, their faces contemplative. They flop backwards, their hands finding each other by habit, fingers interlocking. 

“I don’t know if I deserve this kindness,” Sebastian admits. His brow furrows as he gazes at the ceiling. Ominis leans his head against Vera’s shoulder, reaches with his other hand to place it atop Sebastian’s. 

“Maybe it isn’t about deserving it,” Vera murmurs. “I mean, it’s happening anyway. The kindness. Trust me, my parents are going to treat you like you’re their own. And Mum has an uncanny sense with these things…you don’t have to tell her anything you don’t want to, but I think you’ll find she’s a lot more understanding than you’d think.” 

Sebastian chews on her words, considers them slowly and thoughtfully. “It’s just…I feel like I’ve put enough bad into the world. Why should I accept any goodness?”

Ominis moves his hand to Sebastian’s shoulder and squeezes. “Because people are giving it to you,” he says. His tone is matter-of-fact. “It’s up to you whether you accept it. But if you’re asking me…I think you deserve some kindness.” 

They stay like this for a while, thinking and reflecting. The air between them seems both impossibly vast yet precarious, like a single action could change everything. Eventually they doze, their proximity comforting each other.

Ava’s knuckles rap against the door. “Dinner!” she calls out. The three spring up, their reverie over. 

Riley and Ava are at the table when they arrive. There are thick slices of bread Vera knows her mother baked this morning, topped with generous dollops of butter. Slices of cheddar cheese are nestled beside it, and bits of roasted meat and mashed potatoes send mouth-watering smells into the kitchen. 

Her parents smile, tell them to sit down. The food is immaculate, and Vera senses both Sebastian and Ominis feeling more at ease with the lively chatter Ave and Riley curate. They talk about O.W.Ls, their Hogwarts houses, potential future careers, and all the gossip that Ava and Riley hear around St Mungos and the Ministry. The atmosphere is warm and familiar, and it isn’t long until the family’s pet kneazles are begging for scraps at their feet. 

They end the night with a game of wizards chess, Riley insists he play with Sebastian. It’s a close game, but Riley booms with laughter when Sebastian finally checkmates him, the little chess pieces crumbling into bits and reassembling shortly after. “Seems like our daughter found a smart one,” he says approvingly. His eyes twinkle in that fatherly way, and it’s all for Sebastian. 

Meanwhile, Ava, Ominis, and Vera indulge in a spirited discussion about healing magic. Ominis is ardently interested, shares his plans to become a Healer himself. Ava is over the moon hearing this, leans forward eagerly, wants to know everything Ominis thinks. Her attention’s all for him, like she knows he never had a mother to dote over him like he should have. She probably does know, Vera thinks. She just knows things sometimes, in her perceptive way. And Ominis soaks it up. 

Ava and Riley retire to their bedroom shortly after. “Have fun tonight. Just don’t burn the flat down,” they wink. They crawl into bed together, a bubble of silence hanging between them before Ava pops it gleefully. “So, which one do you think fancies Vera?” 

Riley hums. “Sebastian, maybe? But it’s hard to tell. They might both fancy her.” His face is thoughtful. “I hope it won’t end in heartbreak for them.” 

Ava glances at him, surprised. “You think so? I think they all have a thing going. Sebastian and Ominis, too. They’re such a tight-knit little group.” She gazes at the ceiling, a smile dancing along her lips. “Well, as long as they’re happy. That’s all that matters to me. Times are certainly changing.” Riley murmurs in agreement, pulls his wife close. 

“You’re right. As long as they’re happy. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.” 

At the opposite end of the flat, Vera, Sebastian, and Ominis lay in their separate beds. Awkwardness hangs like a fog above them. No one’s sure how to dispel it. 

“This is odd, right?” Ominis’ voice is quiet, a little unsure. 

“No, it’s definitely weird,” Sebastian answers. “Vera?” 

“Oh thank Merlin,” she sighs. “I thought you two were going to stay quiet all night. “Get over here, please.” 

Sebastian and Ominis crawl under her duvet, and the three curl around each other like cats. Sleep takes them quickly. 

The next morning, Ava and Riley peek in, and Ava lightly punches Riley’s shoulder as they quietly close the door. “I told you so!” she whispers, a wide grin overtaking her face. 

Two months pass in a flash, and Ava and Riley lavish Ominis and Sebastian with affection every chance they get. Ava knows, of course, they’ve all been through something traumatic together, in that way that mothers often know. But she isn’t one to pry. Just to love. 

And as this time passes, Sebastian and Ominis feel themselves heal, bit by bit. The wounds scab over, and the horrors of the previous year begin to feel more like bad memories, and less like recurring hellscapes. The pain dulls, and the hole ripped in their lives by the events in the catacombs is lined with wonderful memories, the edges becoming smoother, easier to bear. 

They’re sitting at the table one night, lulled into comfortable camaraderie by copious amounts of butterbeer and firewhiskey. They finish their third game of wizards chess and a companionable silence settles over them. Sebastian’s eyes dart from Riley to Ava, then to Ominis and Vera. He takes their hands beneath the table and they squeeze back reassuringly. 

“Ava, Riley…can I confess something?” 

They nod, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Anything, love,” Ava reassures. 

“My uncle died near the end of term. Just before O.W.Ls. Um..it was just me and my twin sister with him. Our parents died when we were kids. Uncle Solomon was…he wasn’t good to us. I mean, I guess he was okay to Anne…she reminded him of our mother. His sister. But he hated our father, and I take after him. He…well, we didn’t get along. There were times when he hit me, and there were times when I hit him back in self-defence. I…my twin was cursed, and I was desperate to find a cure for her, even when Solomon forbade me from doing so.” 

Ava straightens in her chair, realisation dawning in her eyes. “Anne Sallow?” she asks. 

Sebastian’s eyes widen. “Yes.” 

“I remember her. We tried everything we could…it was difficult, seeing her like that. I would have liked for her to stay longer, but your uncle, he seemed determined to take care of her himself. Took her home against our advice.” 

Sebastian’s eyes are glued to the wood grain of the table. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he says quietly. “I was so desperate to find a cure for her I went down some paths I shouldn’t have. And it made him angry. But…I couldn’t stop. Vera and Ominis tried to tell me the whole time I was going too far, but…I ignored them. I wasn’t always a good friend to them. But I needed to save her. She’s all I had left.” 

Ominis and Vera scoot closer to Sebastian, wrap their arms around him. “We forgave you a long time ago,” Vera murmurs. Ominis nods. 

Sebastian’s voice breaks as he continues, a hint of the terrified boy he was at the end of term creeping back in. “I did something I really shouldn’t have. I trifled with Dark Magic, with a relic I found mentioned in a spell book. I really thought it would cure Anne. And that was too much for Solomon. He attacked us, me, Vera, and Ominis. At first, I thought he was just trying to stop me from using the relic, but after he destroyed it, he continued attacking us. I…” His voice breaks again, and tears stream down his face. “I think he was going to kill me. And maybe even Vera and Ominis. He kept hurling fire at us and…and,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “I killed him. It was either him, or me, Vera and Ominis. I chose us.” 

He stares down at the table, not daring to look up. 

Ava and Riley stare at each other, horror covering their faces. Vera observes them closely. She can see it isn’t horror at Sebastian, but his situation. The choices a young man felt he had to make. The path he went too far down. The tragic conclusion. 

They close the distance between them and hug him simultaneously. Sebastian cries into Ava’s shoulder, both weightless and burdened. “I’m sorry,” he sobs. “You’ve just been so nice to me and I…I regret it so much! I don’t know what I should have done instead. And now Anne is gone, and I don’t know where she is.” 

Ava kneels down, meets his eyes. “Sebastian…this was too much for you to deal with alone. I’m sorry…I’m sorry you went through all this. Your sister, your uncle, your parents…no, it wasn’t the right idea to get involved in the Dark Arts, but I can understand why you felt you had to.” 

He shivers in her arms. “I’ll never touch them again,” he sniffles. 

“I know,” Ava soothes. “I know.” She looks at Riley. They communicate silently. 

“You’re forgiven,” Riley murmurs. “And you’re always welcome here. That extends to you too, Ominis.” 

Vera’s parents lean back and look at Sebastian. “And we won’t tell anyone,” Ava says. “In the wrong hands, this information could really get you in trouble, even though it was self-defence.”

Riley nods. “I’m sorry people weren’t there for you when they should have been.” He pats Ava’s and Ominis’ shoulders quickly. “I know my daughter and Ominis were, and I’m glad for it, but this isn’t a situation that should have fallen into the hands of teenagers.” 

Healing is slow, and never linear, Vera thinks. But maybe this is a turning point for Sebastian. Maybe the acceptance and love he needed all along can help him get back on the right path, redeem himself in his own eyes. 

A week later, Riley and Ava usher them toward the Hogwarts Express. Ava grips Sebastian and Ominis’ shoulders, her voice firm. “I expect to see you all home for Christmas and Easter, and I expect frequent letters. Okay?” 

Ominis and Sebastian nod. 

Ava continues. “And you treat each other well. And you two treat Vera well. And Vera, you treat them both well, understood?” 

They flush crimson, but nod. 

Riley and Ava hug them all, an all-encompassing embrace that feels like home. Vera hopes it feels like home for Sebastian and Ominis, too. After all, that’s what it’s become for them. Home.

#hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy sebastian #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebinis

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@milfnium : So I know we have all come to agree that Y/N is an absolute dumbass, and that makes me really want to see Y/N going feral while defending Alcina. Like Miranda is having one of her diva moments and goes a little too for causing Y/N to absolutely lose it on her. Idk I just feel like they would have the best insults

I love this! Y/N losing their temper is a very funny idea to me. Let’s get into it!

Mother Miranda: *Leading a family meeting* Now, I know you’re all trying, but I need you to dig deep and really get after it this time! Our research is getting us nowhere!

The Lords: *Collective sigh*

Mother Miranda: Especially you, Alcina. You are the oldest and I expect a lot out of you!

Alcina: *Crosses her arms and pouts*

Y/N: *Currently hiding under Alcina’s dress so they can play with their action figures without being seen, ears perk up because of what they heard Miranda say*

Mother Miranda: It’s like your trying to upset me! Honestly, I give you everything and this is how you repay me?

Y/N: *Starts fucking growling like a dog*

Alcina: *Frantically poking Y/N’s back with her foot to get them to shut up, doesn’t want Miranda to know she brought Y/N with her*

Everyone: *Confused because they hear the growling and don’t know what it is*

Karl: What’s that sound? Anybody hear that?

Alcina: *Fake coughs* Oh, um, that’s just me. I have a bit of a tickle in my throat, that’s all. *Starts stomping on Y/N’s head*

Y/N: *Starting to growl louder, getting more annoyed as they think about what Miranda said*

Mother Miranda: Always interrupting, too! Mother Miranda, I must protest this! Mother Miranda, I must protest that! Can’t I say anything without you questioning me, Alcina?!

Y/N: *Fucking loses it, runs out from Alcina’s dress barking like a rabid chihuahua at Miranda*

Mother Miranda: *Screams in terror* What are they doing here?!

Y/N: *Chasing Miranda in circles, snipping and biting at her heels as they insult her* You fuckin’ Big Bird looking bitch! Maybe you should try taking your head out of your ass, it’s not a hat!

Moreau and Angie: *Laughing*

Y/N: You’re a dick sucking, toe fucking, boner killing, wheezer geezer, cream cheese schmear of a person!

Karl: *Falls out of his seat from laughing so hard*

Mother Miranda: *Ugly crying* Stop it, Y/N!

Y/N: Aw, am I hurting your feelings? Now you know how the rest of the world felt when your mom didn’t swallow the cumshot that created you!

Donna: *Fucking wheezes before covering her mouth, hoping Miranda didn’t hear her*

Alcina: *Trying really hard not to laugh at the sight of her lovable little Y/N roasting her more-than-a-century-old mother figure* Alright, Y/N. That’s enough, come here. *Leans down to pick Y/N up like a baby*

Y/N: *Runs back over to Alcina, lets her pick them up, snuggles into her* Oh, one more thing, Miranda.

Mother Miranda: *Looks back at Y/N, completely defeated with make-up running down her face*

Y/N: *Smiles evilly* If you ever talk to my wife like that again, I’m going to kick your smart ass to the roof of your smart mouth and shove so much birdseed down your throat you shit out a fuckin’ bird feeder. Don’t test me, Chicken Little.

Mother Miranda: *Sobs*

Y/N and Alcina: *High five each other*

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #mother miranda #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau

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Turtle Doves | Joel Miller

Part Eight

Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

Though he is a man of few words, his actions speak for his character.

Heading west, I keep walking through the night, though it's less than ideal. I take my time, wanting to stay quiet and undetected by both infected and people. The silence of the night allows my mind to mull over what I found today and how everything is supposed to fit together.

My mind can't seem to figure anything out that makes sense. The map is the only thing that makes the most sense to me. The notes, the game tallies, they all seem so odd but there has to be some connection. There has to be some reason these people were tasked with killing a specific age range of children in QZ's across the country. There has to be some reason they're connected to the Fireflies. I'm seeing bits and pieces of the picture, but not the full painting.

But what if this is all a bit bigger than I can take on? Am I walking myself right towards a death sentence? Maybe. Could I be making the wrong decision to go to Nebraska? Possibly.

The other alternatives are either to retreat back to the QZ and be stuck wondering for the rest of my life, or try to track down which QZ the others went to, and I could miss them and have wasted time. But if I guess which QZ they're going to next, I could possibly save more lives. I've never been good at gambling, and yet I find myself playing at the highest stakes.

Each step seems to take ten times the effort as normal as I consider my options, trying to see which is the most logical, which would give me the best odds of finding these people. As soon as I think I've made a decision, I second guess myself. It feels like there's no right decision to be made.

I stop walking in the middle of a street and stare straight up at the dark sky, the stars shining brightly down. If only they could give me the answer. The sound of a clicker in a nearby skyscraper gets me moving again, towards the interstate. It seems I've made up my mind, and only time will tell if this was the right decision.

Readjusting my backpack and yawning, I take in my surroundings so that I'm not ambushed by infected. Sometimes it seems like they come out of nowhere. My thoughts seem to run in circles until it starts to drive me mad. I have to think of something else or I'm going to go insane. And after searching for something, the green sign above the road distracts my mind and reminds me of the stranger I met only yesterday.

I wonder how Joel is doing, how his journey is going so far. He seemed seasoned to life outside a QZ, his time away from Boston likely forced him to adapt. Whatever job it was that he took to get out of Boston must have caused him to not want to return. But no matter the reason, I hope that he has a safe journey, I'm sure whoever is waiting for him is worried sick.

My path leads me to a roadblock where an old FEDRA checkpoint used to be, just before the entrance ramp of the highway. Cars are parked bumper to bumper and there's sandbags stacked on top of each other supporting a thick line of barbed wire. Knowing I can't climb overtop of it, I take a right and decide to go around. Sure, this is going to delay my trip slightly, but it's better than trying to go overtop of barbed wire. I don't really feel like nursing open wounds on my way to Nebraska.

As I go to turn left to get back on track I immediately stop moving. Standing in the street are three runners, all hunched over with quiet sobs. A clicker cries out somewhere close, its screeches ricochet off the buildings and echoes into the open air. My heart hammers in my chest and I take careful steps backwards so that I can keep my eyes on them. Thankfully, they don't see me and I'm able to get back to the front of the barricade.

I take a left instead, and hope for a better outcome. Bracing myself, I turn the corner and am in disbelief with what I see. There are four runners standing in the road. My eyes trail down the street and I see that they're all trapped here. The FEDRA barricade extends down the streets so that the infected in the Boston area can't use this ramp to get onto the highway. On one of the barricade sections I see the telltale sign of a door, there's a giant FEDRA sign hanging above it. That door would be a direct path to the road if it weren't for the infected. It seems that there's no unobstructed way for me to get to the highway. I'm up against seven runners and a clicker, at least. Even during the day I don't know if I could take this on.

Ducking back behind the building I try to formulate some sort of plan. How can I get through this barricade without the infected noticing me? I know the door is to the left, but there's no way I can get past all of those infected and open it. Even if I do sneak to the door, I know it's going to make sound when I open it, and that's like ringing the dinner bell for them.

Sound would be like ringing a dinner bell. An idea comes to my mind and I spot an abundance of bricks laying beside one of the cars. If I can get those bricks to all fall at the same time across the street, it should draw them away long enough for me to get to the door. It's still risky, but I think it's my best shot. But how do I get them to fall at the same time?

I don't see a way that I can pull that plan off without considerable time, and I don't have time to be stopped up here, not with all the infected. I stare at the pile of bricks and another idea crosses my mind. What if I use them to get over the barricade? I could lay the bricks in a way that I could get over the barbed wire. It might not be the most sophisticated plan, but it's going to have to work.

Quietly, I walk over to the pile and begin picking them up slowly. The barricade is at least six feet high, so I'm going to have to bring bricks up to the top of the sandbags and lay them there before I can construct something over the wire. I slide my backpack off my shoulders so that it's easier to get the bricks to the top of the barricade. Clutching three bricks under one arm, I climb the sandbags and drop them on top. Thankfully, the sand masks the sound of the bricks landing.

I take another trip up with three more bricks without incident, and feel more confident in my plan. On my last trip up with bricks, I drop them on the sandbags, but one of them hits the corner and falls down to the road with a loud crash. The infected hear it and I can tell they're rushing to investigate. I drop down to the road to pick up my backpack and see them coming towards me on both sides. Shit.

With the speed of lighting, I put my backpack on and start climbing the sandbags. I hear them getting closer as I reach the top, their carnal breaths loud in the night. I'm about two inches away from pulling myself to the top when I feel one of them grab my foot and it yanks me down.

My fingers slip on the sandbags and I fall a few inches before I'm able to grab ahold of something. Wildly, I kick my feet in an attempt to get them off of me, but there are too many. In a last ditch effort, I grab my gun from my thigh holster and shoot the ones who drag me down. The shots ring out in the night and I know it's only going to attract more.

The few runners I've shot collapse to the ground, which gives the clicker more space to reach for me. Clickers are infinitely more terrifying than runners, and they're about ten times stronger too. Runners take one bullet to kill, clickers can take at least two or three. I aim my gun towards the clicker and pull the trigger, but it just clicks. It's empty. Quickly, I shove the gun back in the holster and use both hands to grab onto the sandbags.

Adrenaline pumps in my veins and I fight harder to pull myself away from the feral infected. My pant leg rips at the bottom from their clawing and I feel my fingers beginning to slip. Clenching my eyes shut, I grit my teeth and pull with all my might to get away.

Just as I'm about to accept my fate, a shot rings out and one of the infected crumples to the ground. Four more shots hit the clicker, and it falls as well, body twitching on top of the others. Without thinking I pull myself on top of the barricade and whip my head from side to side to see who shot them. I grab my curved knife from my belt and hold it in front of me.

My chest heaves with each breath I take as the adrenaline begins wearing off and the panic sets in. Whoever shot them could be coming for me next. What if it's the T group?

From the shadows I see a figure approaching, slinging a gun behind them as they quickly jog towards me. Once they get close enough, I recognize who it is immediately. It's Joel.

He runs to the barricade and holds out a hand. I put my knife away and offer him my help up the sandbags. We both start using the bricks to construct a makeshift bridge across the barbed wire, the screeches of a dozen approaching infected rushing our movements. Joel takes bricks from my shaking hands and practically stands me up on his own and pushes me across the bridge, my other pant leg ripping from the barbs.

My feet hit the ground with a hard thud, quickly followed by Joel. His hands push on the back of my backpack and one word is clear over the coming stampede.

"Run." We take off sprinting down the highway's entrance ramp. He's slightly faster than me but I keep up well. Joel points to an abandoned car that crashed into a guard rail and I nod, showing him I understand the plan.

We yank open the doors and climb in. If the infected make it over the barricade, they shouldn't see us here and eventually will disperse. The two of us are out of breath and we sit in silence, trying to regain our bearings.

After a few minutes of steadying my breath, I take my backpack off and sit it in my lap. I rest my head on it and lean forward, closing my eyes in an attempt to calm myself down.

"Thank you." I say, slightly breathless. Raising my head from my backpack, I look over to Joel, who's glancing in the mirrors to see what's behind us. His eyes flicker to mine and he gives me a stern nod, opting to stay quiet.

If it weren't for him I'd be some infected's dinner. That fact sinks in and I feel an immense amount of gratitude. He didn't have to save me. He could've left me for dead. Most people wouldn't stick their neck out for someone they barely know, but he did. Though he is a man of few words, his actions speak for his character.

My gaze turns to the mirrors as well, the two of us anxiously wait to see if the infected are going to make it over. The runners would have no issue scaling the wall given the proper motivation to do so, but they're less likely to if they can't immediately see something that grabs their attention.

After hours of us hunkering down silently in the car, Joel opens his door and gets out. He slings his bag and rifle on his back, looking behind him one more time. I get out and gear up as well. And just like the first time I met him, the silence is almost overwhelming. The morning sunlight begins rising, and I realize we spent almost the entire night in the car.

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I debate whether or not I should say anything. Seeing as how he just saved my life, I decide it's the least I can do. I clear my throat and scratch the back of my neck, looking down at the ground to avoid awkward eye contact.

"I just want to thank you again for saving me back there. You really didn't have to put yourself at risk, but I appreciate it." I find the courage to look up, only to see him staring at me already with a fierce intensity.

"I thought you were headed towards that camp?" He asks, totally disregarding my appreciation.

"I was. I mean, I did. One guy was left but he was infected. I found clues though, about where they might be going." I tell him, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. He nods,

"So where're you headed?" He asks again, and it throws me off. This is the most talkative he's ever been.

"Omaha, Nebraska." I say, recalling the city where the large 'T' was located. Joel's eyebrows raise.

"That's quite a ways from here." He points out and I sigh, knowing I'm severely underprepared for the long road ahead.

"Yeah, I know. But I have to do this. I won't be able to live with myself if I don't." I confess to him. I'm well aware my choices defy logic, but, the alternative of letting the guilt eat me alive is worse.

Joel rests his hand on the top of the car and looks down the highway. He shifts his weight around like he's deep in thought for a few minutes. He's probably trying to think of a way to ditch me. Feeling like I'm intruding on his venture home, I speak up again.

"Listen, I appreciate what you did for me back there, all of it. But I know you're trying to get home so I'll get out of your hair, for real this time." I say and extend a hand out to him again, probably for the last time. Like before, he stares at my hand.

"I'm headed west and go right by Omaha." He says, squinting in the sunlight. I drop my hand once I realize he isn't going to take it, meaning we aren't splitting quite yet. My eyebrows draw tightly together in confusion as I try to understand what he's trying to get at. I think I understand, but I need to hear him clarify.

"Meaning what? We tag along 'til Omaha?" I hear the insecurity in my own voice and I hate it. Joel takes his hand back from the top of the car and nods.

"Safer that way, for the both of us." He confirms my thoughts and starts walking down the highway. I follow him, accepting his offer.

We walk side by side down the road, the only sounds being the birds in the sky and our gear rattling around. My mind is buzzing with questions I want to ask him, but I respect that he's a quiet, reserved man.

Every few minutes I check behind us, feeling paranoid that we're being followed. There's never anything there, but I'd rather check and see nothing than not check and be surprised. Joel is less paranoid I think, he walks with a silent confidence that tells me he's no stranger to the outside world. He understands it far better than I do.

The two of us walk for miles without saying a word until we come to an exit ramp. I recognize it as a suburb outside of Boston, but I've never been there before. Joel veers off the highway to the exit and I follow without question.

Off the ramp, there's a small town to the left and a bunch of housing complexes to the right. Seems like the perfect place for infected to be lurking about. But for some reason, I put my blind faith in the man leading me and trail him into the town.

He looks over his shoulder at me and points at a small brick building. I nod and approach it with him, preparing my knife for use. He stands on the opposite side of the entrance doors with his knife in hand, looking to me for confirmation that I'm ready. Silently, I nod and watch as he swings the door open. I wait for the sound of infected, but am pleasantly surprised with silence.

Joel seems to know where he's going though, he heads straight for the back room. I take my time to look around at the front room, seeing if there's anything of use. Most likely there isn't, but every once in a while I get lucky. The sound of whatever Joel is moving is enough to catch my attention, and I stand in the doorway. He's moving a large piece of plywood that's on the floor. There's a hole in the ground, and he drops down into it.

Curiosity gets the best of me and I go over to peek in the hole, seeing a small stash of supplies. Joel rummages around and picks up ammunition, a few cans, and another knife. He turns around and sees me staring above him, and he hands me items he can't carry himself; some cans of food and ammunition, before he pulls himself back out of the hole.

"You stashed that?" I ask quietly. He huffs as he puts away the extra supplies.

"A while ago." He answers and the two of us quickly shove the items in our bags. My bag feels like it gained fifteen extra pounds, but I can't complain. The extra weight means we have better survival odds.

Wordlessly, Joel moves out of the store and heads towards the suburban side of town, only a few miles walk away. The cookie-cutter houses remind me of the neighborhood I used to live in. A small, idyllic place at one point in time, turned to nothing but a ghost town now. Joel approaches the porch of one and opens the door. Luckily, it's empty and I follow him inside.

He blocks the main entrances to the home without a word, and I move to help him. I shove a strong chair underneath the handle of the back door and try to turn the handle to test its durability. After that, I make my rounds on the curtains and close them all. It seems like we're making this our base for the night. Once we've taken all the safety measures that we possibly can, Joel finds his way to the living room and unloads his stuff on the old, worn-down couch.

I place my backpack on the floor next to the couch and lean against the doorframe that connects the living room and kitchen, watching as Joel straightens his back out on the floor. His arms reach above his head to elongate his spine, and I hear the bones pop and crack. Wincing slightly, I turn my attention elsewhere in the house.

My eyes catch the fading family portrait on the wall and I go to look at it. The black frame houses an old photo. There's a man, woman, two kids, and a dog. They're all smiling, even the dog looks happy. My heart tugs at the sight of the happy family, and I can only assume what happened to them, just like so many other families. Sighing, I look at the other photos on the wall, seeing the slow growth of the children through still images. They look like they were probably high school age. My fingers find their way to the necklace that adorns my neck and I squeeze it tight.

A sound from behind me snaps me out of my thoughts and I turn back to see Joel staring at me. I offer him a polite smile and go to take a seat across from him on the floor, resting my back against the old couch. I fiddle with the torn edges of my pants, and can no longer restrain myself from asking questions. There are too many things I want answers to.

"How did you find me at that barricade?" My voice is soft. Joel clears his throat and shrugs.

"I took the long way 'round so I wouldn't interfere with whatever you were doin'. I was plannin' on taking this highway back home anyways. Guess it was just a coincidence." He plainly answers and I nod, accepting his answer.

"What a lucky coincidence." I smile, trying to break through the tension that always seems to hang over us. It's going to be a long trip west if he keeps things this short. He just shrugs in response,

"So what did you find 'bout those people?" He asks. I'm surprised he even cares, but I reach for my bag to show him what I've found. I spread the documents out in front of me and let him look. I explain to him what I know and what my theories are.

"Whoever they are, they need to be eradicated. Those kids, they were-" The tightness in my throat constricts my ability to talk and I take a shaky breath, remembering what it felt like to cradle the dying girl's head. Joel just nods, not needing further elaboration. He holds up the scraps of paper I found in the fire and reads the simple words.

"I'm not sure what those have to do with anything, and I'm not sure there's any sort of connection." I speak up, truthfully not knowing if they're of any value.

He puts the scraps down and picks up another piece of paper, the one with the Firefly insignia on it. As he reads the paper it's like the blood is drained from his face. My eyebrows knit together,

"What is it?" I ask and his startled eyes look deep into mine with fear that he tries to mask. An uneasy feeling settles in me. He looks back down to the paper and re-reads the note before he says anything.

"These bastards aren't going to live much longer." Is all he says before handing everything back over to me. The look on his face is unsettling, so I don't push anything further.

There has to be something he knows about this.

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[xkaidaxxxx]

Megumi x Chubby Reader

Pt.1

Sorry for any errors

Mentions: body shaming, bullying, self harm, suicidal thoughts

As stupid as it may seem you weren’t all that happy on being transferred to Kyoto’s sisters school : Jujutsu High. You were grateful but not happy.

Grateful you didn’t have to be stuck with those assholes who always had something to say when it came to your body. Especially Mai. There’s always something so far up her ass she has to take it out on people.

The other students loved telling you things just to bring you down.

Example 1.

At school almost every 2 months the students get ranked. You always make it to the top and always end up second. “ Maybe if you didn’t have to run so much from me you would have won. Try to lose a few pounds maybe then you won’t be running out of breath during the fight. You look like you’re about to pass out fat ass.” Mai said laughing along with the rest of the students. Even Kasumi. When you met her she was so sweet and kind. You obviously fell for that crap.

Example 2.

After a long day of training it was time to get back to your sleeping quarters. You stood in front of the door seeing pieces of papers. Foul words written on them. Pinned by Noritoshi’s stupid arrows. You knew they were true at least that’s what you thought. You thought “ I am fat. I do look like a pig. They’re right.” You took off the arrows and papers tossing them away. The night went as followed skipped dinner, showered, dressed and slept. Just to get ready for another shitty day.

Example 3

You were having lunch outside on a bench just underneath a beautiful tree. The weather was great. The wind was blowing softly. There were birds chirping happily and everything was calm. You took out your bento box from your bag and opened it up. Suddenly Todo just came out of nowhere causing you to drop your food. “ Awe that sucks and I just came over to let you know we want you to have lunch with us.” He said with a smirk on his face. “ its fine. Accidents happen.” You replied. You knew he planned that shit. They love making your life miserable. “ you can always eat it off the ground. A fatty like you loves food. I mean…a pig like you would eat anything even if its on the ground right? Well sorry about your food.” He said and left. You cried. That’s all you could do.

As time passed by you were mentally and physically scared. Not just from the missions you’ve gone on.

You sat in the bathtub. The water turning red from the open wounds on your thighs. You didn’t have to worry about people caring or finding out. You always wore the basic male uniform.

You let the water drain and took a regular shower afterwards cleaning up the cuts you wounded yourself with. You cried while doing it.

Days went on and there was one cut after another. Your thighs were full so you went onto your left wrist then to your right. There was a night that they crossed the line. They circled you and pushed you around. You were getting dizzy from the shoving and the wounds were opening up a bit. They all noticed and went silent. Mai laughed hard. “ Wow so pathetic. You’re slowly killing yourself isn’t that torturing. You should hurry up the process fatty. I’d gladly do it for you if you ask nicely.” Everyone’s eyes widened. They couldn’t believe what she said. Yes they bullied you everyday making you cry and make you do self harm but they’d never go far like Mai did. They’d never say to kill yourself and have you ask them to kill you. Make the process faster. “ Mai what the hell are you saying” todo asked. She looked over at him with a confused look on her face. “ she’s wounded. We have to help her” Noritoshi said. “ I d-don’t need help.” You said getting up carefully and in pain. You cried all the way to your room. Mai’s words repeated over and over again in your mind. Then you snapped. You grabbed one of your tools and slit your wrists. You bled out.

Gojo was on roaming the halls pretending like he didn’t know the way to the principals office. He was there on a ridiculous meeting like he doesn’t already know what shady shit is happening. He noticed red stains from the door. He decided to walk in. Seeing you on the ground he quickly took care of your situation.

You woke up at the hospital 2 days later. He was sitting besides you on the left with his students behind him. Your parents on the right. “How are you feeling kid? I’m Gojo. Your new teacher. Things are sorted out with the school and your parents.” He said bring his students up to you. “This is my son Megumi and students Nobara and Yuji.” He introduced them. They all waved hi and Megumi didn’t react rudely to what Gojo called him. “ oh sweetie we’re so glad you’re okay. My love.” Your mother said. Crying along with your father. You didn’t respond to anything. You just sat there in pain.

A month passed. You finally settled into your new dorm at your new school.

Your room was neat and beautifully decorated. Clean cut purple bedding. Perfect white furniture. Posters of Taylor Swift hung on the wall. Your bookshelf was decorated with all the merch you had of her. Along with books you actually need. “Nice set up.” Gojo said looking around. “Thank you sir.” You replied turning to face him. “ here’s your uniform. I put in a request to have it customized.” He said handing to you. “ you grabbed it looking at it. This is basically almost a mini skirt if I wear it.” You said feeling uncomfortable. “It covers a bit of your scars. The thigh high socks will perfectly hug you. The white spaghetti strap goes well with the navy long sleeves over it. I think it makes you look pretty.” He comments honestly. You were shocked he called you pretty but also doubt it. He probably said it because he feels sorry for you. “Change. Class starts in 2 hours. Don’t be late y/n” he said walking out closing the door behind him. You locked the door and started changing into your uniform. You stared at yourself in your body mirror. He was right the thigh high socks did hug you perfectly and the skirt was actually a skort. He probably knew your bottom would show during combat. The shirt was alright along with the navy sleeved added over it. It’s going to take a long time for you to get use to it. You felt so exposed and you hated that. Your hair was clipped back with two small strands let go at the front. You never wore make up. You thought it was pointless for some god apparent reason. As you put on your shoes you saw the clock. 15 minutes til class. You quickly grabbed your backpack and quickly got to class. You stood at the entrance taking a deep breath. This is it you thought. You walked in minding your own business.

Nobara smiled at you. “ Hi! Welcome to jujutsu high! I’m Nobara and these are the idiots Megumi and Itadori.”she said excited to finally have a girl on her team. From past experience you chose to not believe her. “I’m y/n l/n. Nice meeting you guys.” You replied. The boys waved hi. Megumi looked you up and down. At your previous school that meant bad news. Megumi was practically drooling because of you. He liked the puffy that showed from the socks and how the skirt was hugging your sides. The shirt showed a bit of cleavage. You made him choke. “Megumi sit down class starting.” He was called back to reality and quickly sat down. “Y/n introduce yourself and say a fun fact about yourself.” Gojo said. “ I’m y/n…a fun fact about me…I um..” you thought hard. “ I love Taylor Swift.” You said. “Really!? Holy shit finally I don’t have to hide my obsession. Twins!” Nobara said. “What’s your favorite album. 3 2 1” she counted down. You answered with Folklore and she responded with 1989. “Sit next to me.” She said. You smiled. Moving your things next to her. “ Ladies settle down. Finish the work we started yesterday.” He said. Yuji and Megumi went over to you girls making the desks into a circle. Megumi sat next to you. Everyone took their books out. “ um we’re on chapter 16. You have to read pages 150 to 165 then answer questions on pages 166 to 170.” He said. Helping you. Nobara and Yuji were surprised. Megumi is a quiet guy. Cares but doesn’t show it as much. “We can reread it.” Nobara said.

Mid way into class you guys worked on the questions together. “Question 10, which situation is best when there’s a people in the surrounding area during a fight?

A. Build a barrier around them causing protection.

B. Leading the curse into a unpopulated area

C. Leave a member behind to evacuate the area

D. None of the above” Yuji said. It was a crazy question for you. During missions your teammates didn’t care to help you. You were always on your own so you don’t know how to respond.

“Y/n go.” Nobara said putting you on the spot. “ well um..it’s messed up leaving a member behind..it wouldn’t help the situation. The curse could aim directly at them. Kill them and then who will protect the people. The barrier would help but only for a while due to the distance if the soccers leaves. Leading the curse to an unpopulated area is the best bet. There will be destruction of property but the people would be safe so B?” You explained. You had a headache just from answering that. “Alrighty we trust you.” Yuji said. They all answered B.

Gojo was looking over. Teamwork is always building. Quite quickly.

Days passed you were eating on the roof. Megumi showed up. “Why are you up here eating alone” he asked sitting down. “I always eat alone.” You responded feeling pathetic. “Not anymore. You’re doing great by the way. We’re all impressed.” He praised you. He never thought there was a day he’d praise someone. “ thank you for being nice.” You replied eating. “ I can’t imagine…what you’ve been through..I mean..your thighs..and your sleeves rose..we all like you here.” He said eating his food. You were taken a back. “L-Leave me alone that’s none of your business!” You yelled tears threatening to slip. “I don’t mean to offend you. I’m just saying you’re strong..you overcame all of it..and we do love having you here. We’re a team. Remember. Teammates care for each other.” He said rubbing your back. You calmed down and ate in silence.

At a distance Yuji, Nobara and Gojo saw Megumi rubbing your back. “She’s been here for 3 weeks and he’s hitting on her. I must be dreaming.” Nobara said. Yuji agreeing with him. “ He was drooling the first day of class.” Gojo commented. They all walked to the cafeteria.

Megumi burped loudly feeling embarrassed afterwards. You noticed his flushed cheeks and giggled “someone loved his lunch.” He turned his face away. “ Megumi..everyone burps.” You spoke sitting up.

You’re on your second month at jujutsu high. Stupid visitors decided to show up. Outside forced to see the assholes who hurt you. “Wow you look the same. Brave of you to wear that uniform. It shows your stomach fat.” Mai said. You just held your tears back. “Yeah I.. I’m planning to change it.” You said remembering all the events from the past. “ She looks so pretty. You’re just a skinny rude as bitch with no ass. I’d advise you to workout on your ass.” Nobara defended you. Maki showed up. “ see you’ve all met my sister.” She said annoyed. Mai looked offended and suddenly got angry. “ you’re defending someone like her?” Todo commented. “watch how you talk about her.” Megumi said getting very upset. “ Who are you? Her pathetic boyfriend?” Kasumi said. “ so what if I am?” He said throwing her against the wall. He lifted her from her neck. No one has seen Megumi this upset. Kasumi choked gripping onto his hand. She was kicking trying to release from his hold. She was about to be out of air until he tossed her away. Kasumi was coughing hard. “Watch how you talk to her and how you talk about her.” He said. As Mai was about to attack Maki blocked her. “Leave my people alone. Otherwise things won’t end nicely. I’m sure you wouldn’t want any of your friends dead.” You couldn’t believe what just happened. Megumi was choking someone and the sisters are treating each other like shit. “You okay?” Megumi asked. Nobara rubbed your back. “We’re with you. Don’t let them get to you. Plus there’s a lot more to love.” Yuji said hugging you. Megumi face screamed jealousy. “Thank you guys.” You said pulling away softly.

Two days went by they were hell. The games were so different and difficult this year. “I hope I didn’t scare you..I know I lost my mind. I don’t know where that came from.” Megumi said handing you tissues. You were crying to Taylor Swift. He knew she sang all of your feelings. You blew your nose. “It’s fine I’m happy you all defended me.” You kept crying. It’s what you needed. Let your emotions flow out. You guys laid down. He pointed at the stars. Random topics were talk about. As morning came you woke up. You were surprised you made it through the night.“I didn’t want to interrupt your sleep. Was I too loud?” he said. “ no no I woke up good ” You said embarrassed. Camping was fun. You couldn’t help but feel alive and calm . It was the weekend. You decided to camp out with Megumi. Nature helps emotions. He said that.

He was right. It showed you that you’re falling for Megumi. Hard. “Come on!” He yelled just over the river. As you caught some fish you headed back. Best meal made during a camping trip. “Mhm fuck this is good.” Meg said eating like he’s never eaten fish before. You finished your food rather quickly. “After this we’re going swimming. Did you bring a bathing suit? We do have a shower to clean up. I brought some shampoo and body wash.” He said. Megumi was very excited to see you in a bathing suit. He would be so lucky to see you in one. You could say he’s being perverted. “Yeah I did actually. A purple one. My favorite color.” You replied. He mentally noted your favorite color is purple. “Alright!” Yuji said scaring you both. “ guys the water is crystal clear. I took some photos.” Nobara said sitting down.

About an hour passed. The water was cold as fuck. “ Love the bathing suit by the way.” Yuji said giving you a thumbs up. “ Nobara chose it out. I was kind of doubtful about it.” You replied. “ you look great.” Nobara said giving you a hug. You love your friends. You saw Yuji’s displeased face looking on ground. You turned. “Great.” You commented. Nobara was also pissed off. “ shouldn’t you guys be training? Instead of being lazy?” Kasumi asked standing next to mai.You wanted the stupid games to end already. They need to get their shit and leave. “ Shouldn’t you go fuck yourself.” Yuji said. You guys laughed. This was just awesome to witness. “Hm? Mai shouldn’t you be worried about your life? Todo shouldn’t you be finding a girlfriend or are you too much of a pussy to be rejected?” Megumi was flabbergasted. “What about you momo? Shouldn’t be at hogwarts playing quidditch? Mechamaru shouldn’t you be worried about having a fucking plug pulled. Noritoshi shouldn’t you be impressing the right people? Playing your part.” Yuji said. They all just left. “ Yeah that’s what I thought!” He said. They were too defeated to even turn back and say something. You guys laughed. “ M-my stomach hurts” nobara said and kept laughing. “H-holy shit Itadori” you said.

The camping finally ended and you all went back to your dorms. You saw your ex classmates right at your door. Great those assholes don’t know how to let things go. “ What a nice surprise. You guys missed me?” You said setting your things down. Grabbing the keys out of your pocket. You heard the door open. “ No need for the key darling.” Mai said. “ You know that bathing suit…was something. It’s crazy how you think they’re your friends. I mean we’re honest about how you look. They straight up lie to your face. You’ll always look like a fat cow. You will never amount to anything. You will always be the last resort. The last person to be chosen or might not be chosen at all. You will never the best at anything. You know we all see how you look at Megumi. You should forget about finding love. No guy will ever love you. No guy will ever think you’re beautiful. You’ll never be fit for love. Literally. We decorated your room. Hope you like it.” Mai said. You cried. “ Cry baby.” Momo said leaving with them. You walked into your room. Your special bedsheets were torn. The albums you bought were broken. The posters were crumbled up on the floor. You saw your clothes on the ground with ink splattered on them. Your sketch book burned and this one crossed the line. The quilt your grandmother made for you, torn. You cried of sadness and of anger. “ Hey…” Megumi said. He looked at the decorated room they left behind. “M-egumi I- I can’t take this anymore.” You cried. He held you. He let you cry it out. 3 hours. It took 3 hours. You remember a line from Taylor’s recent album. Midnights. Vigilant shit. “ Don’t get sad, get even.” You whispered letting go of Megumi. “ huh?” He looked at you. He saw an expression on your face he’s never seen before. “ They’re going to pay. I have to get even. I am sick and tired of all their shit. I’ve had enough.” You said grabbing your bow and arrows. “ Don’t stoop so slow.” He said blocking the door. “ Megumi shut up and move.” Nobara said tossing him aside. “I’m all in. I have your back. Always.” You nodded and smirked. “ Gojo is going to lose his shit if you guys act up.” Megumi said looking at you worried. “Woah they’re so getting their ass beat.” Yuji said looking at your trashed room. “ We need a plan.” Megumi said.

After your amazing plan of stealing their clothes and burning them, putting nair in their shampoo, leaving them without toilet paper and breaking their tools. The next day the 4 of you sat in the principals office with Gojo. “You guys clearly don’t know how to behave. You’re out there acting like hooligans. Acting like you guys have no fucking home training. How dare you make such a scandal.” Principal Masamichi yelled and went on for about 25 minutes. “ well Gojo have anything to add. “Your punishment starts now. Get up clean our classroom. I want it spotless. All the tools in the school are to be cleaned as well. I don’t care how long it takes.”he said sternly. You all left the room and started cleaning like Cinderella. “ so…whose idea was it?” Gojo asked. “ the clothes was Nobara. The nair was y/n and Yuji. I did the toilet paper and tools.” Megumi replied. Gojo had a smirk on his face. “ Good job kids. You should’ve added food coloring into their body wash and lotions.” He replied. You guys smiled. “ Next time. For sure.” Yuji said. “ I’m in on it next time but you all are taking the blame if we get caught.” He said helping you guys clean.

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[bullet-prooflove]

I couldn't not send this prompt in.

😺 how they eat the pussy.

The men of SVU. Velasco, Duarte, and Bruno 🔥

Girl you came for my fucking throat with this and I am here for it!

So let's get down to business!

Mike eats you out like a man whose been starved! His hands are pinning your thighs open as he dives in, licking sucking and fucking you with his tongue like you are the sweetest dessert and he can't get enough. And he never leaves it with just one orgasm, after the first time you come, he savours it, teasing you through it before he applys the same energy he started with to the second one. He's firm as he holds your thighs open, you may be over stimulated but he's bringing you back to climax all over again. He loves leaving you ruined in his sheets.

Joe Velasco, this man is a fucking tease! He will kiss everywhere but the designate area, fingertips playing with the elastic of your panties, rubbing his face over your clit so you can feel it through the fabric, but get nowhere near the the stimulation you need. When your underwear is soaked and you are whining, that's when he takes them off. He gives you that grin, his eyes on your face as he takes you apart slowly, loves your hands on his shoulders, fingertips digging in as your getting close before he edges you just a little. It never goes on for too long but when he does make you come, it's a complete full body arching orgasm, one that completely wrecks you. You left trying to catch your breath as Joe lovingly nuzzles the space between your legs, cleaning up the mess he's made.

Terry Bruno - He's a bit of a subby boi and he gets off on bringing you pleasure. He absolutely loves catching you in the middle of doing something and distracting you. Going out with the girls, you end up running late because he has that dress hiked up as he goes to town on your pussy, reading a book on the couch, making a coffee in the kitchen. He loves the unpredictability of it. His fav thing is queening. He loves having you straddle his face and ride his tongue, your hands on the headboard, he absolutely loves being surrounded by you, his tongue tracing circles of your clit with your hands tugging at his hair. He fucking moans into your pussy, because it gets him off, knowing your getting off. He ends up jerking as you ride his face, when you come he loses it and ends up coming too. He keeps you in place in the aftermath, placing delicate kisses on your pussy and thighs to prolong the pleasure.

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[chalkrevelations]

Ughhhhh, I'm feeling absurdly melancholy about OF and BostonNick this afternoon, when I only came into this show for a good time. I watched QaF and The L Word, I know the melodrama and how things can turn on a dime, I wasn't really expecting anything less, it's just ...

Boston and Nick were the relationship I was most interested to see in this show, and with one episode left, and the specter of Boeing looming over that, I'm just left with this impending sense of wasted potential. These two characters have had the outline of an amazing arc, where they worked their way through a lot of shit - their own and other people's - to reach the point where they may actually be the least toxic couple right now, but it's been a bare-bones presentation. I feel like the audience has been left to do the work of sussing out a lot of subtextual stuff about the characters and their relationship, left to extrapolate a lot of what's been going on - which, fine, that kind of thing is my jam, and if it was a shorter season, like Moonlight Chicken length, and we were doing this with all the characters, ok. But this is in contrast to the sometimes excruciating detail we've gotten on other characters and relationships as they've run around in circles, sometimes enacting the same drama repeatedly.

I mean, is this a metatexual thing? A storytelling device? Am I supposed to be as tired of Top and Mew going back and forth as I am? Am I supposed to be dreading the amount of screentime it looks like Sand and Ray are going to suck up in the last episode having manufactured drama over Boeing when what they really need to be focused on dealing with is whether Sand's lifestyle is at all conducive to Ray's recovery and sobriety - because it's not just the plum wine business?

Am I supposed to feel like Boston and Nick seem to have been pushed to the outskirts, turned into an afterthought? Don't get me wrong - Mark and Neo continue to eat their scenes alive when they're actually allowed on screen, but like I've said before, it's a good thing they're as talented as they are, because in lesser hands, Boston and Nick would have absolutely been drowned out at this point. They're lucky to get six minutes of screentime, tops, each episode.

I realize I'm at a disadvantage here, because I went into this without investment in the two branded pairs, who are almost certain to not only get screentime but to end up together because, well, branding - even though I can't see what it would hurt to one time have at least an open ending. I honestly don't care, at this point, what happens with Top and Mew, that's how done I am with their interminable push-and-pull. The smartest thing Top ever said was "Maybe we need to stop doing this," before he let Mew pull him in again. But whatever. I do think that a more honest, organic ending for Sand and Ray needs to deal with the fact that Sand's lifestyle - both now and the one he projects for himself in the future - is going to be really difficult for Ray, and that maybe the most caring thing Sand could do for Ray, at least right now, is let him go so that Ray can be in a healthier environment, at least during active rehab, and Ray needs to come to terms with that decision.

Meanwhile, I'm looking at my unbranded pair of actors, who've been given limited screentime for the audience to actually invest in them, who are difficult characters anyway - particularly Boston - who likely are the show's only chance at a pair not ending up together and are therefore almost by default the pair most likely to end up separately as a sacrifice on the altar of "realism," and who now have Boeing hanging over them in literally the last two minutes of the game. And I'm bracing myself. Boeing, diaboli ex machina, either literally out of nowhere, or as a complete surprise because we haven't been given any sense - throughout 11 episodes of Top's childhood fire trauma and Mew's moms' cafe and Sand's numerous side hustles and Ray's taste in music - that there's any preexisting connection between Boston and Boeing, unlike with Top or Sand and their triangle drama that's been repeatedly mentioned. And maybe that's more storytelling device, Boston the enigma, Boston who we don't have access to metatextually the same way the people around him don't have access to him within the narrative, but as a viewer, it reaches a point where that's just frustrating and unfulfilling. And I'm only fan-wanking that it's an effect they're actually trying to achieve in the first place, giving them a benefit of the doubt, when it's maybe just as likely that they just haven't bothered to spend the time that they have with other characters.

So here we are, bottom of the ninth, and here comes Boeing, and I'm bracing myself.

And maybe feeling a little bit of anticipatory grief for what could have been.

#bostonnick #mark pakin #neo trai #only friends #only friends the series #how we feeling bostonnick nation?

[guess-my-next-obsession]

For your spooktacular:

I've been thinking about haunted!din after all those fanart and fan comics about the darksaber possessing him.

I just want to know how reader would react to it. Would they try to help him? Or would he be too far gone?

I'm thinking a lot of angst since reader is concerned/kinda scared of him now but he wouldn't hurt them. He's just a little unhinged.

Spooktacular Day 7: Possessed

pairing: possessed!din x reader

rating: M (possession, scary!din, mythic dark saber talk, mand’alor!din)

Spooktacular Masterlist

It had been changing him. The Dark Saber—the curse he’d been bestowed with by accident.

At first it was little things you’d noticed: Din snapping at you when he’d typically be patient, his once strict sleep schedule becoming erratic, the softness in his voice when he spoke to you and Grogu now replaced by a gravelly husk that you could hardly recognize.

But soon, things got worse.

“Din?” You woke up in an empty bed, sheet held to your chest to hide your naked form as you looked around the bedroom chamber for your Mand’alor.

A scraping sound against the stone outside the chamber made your head whip to look at the door handle, both curious and afraid of what was on the other side. Swallowing thickly, you slid out of the sheets and threw on your satin robe—fit for a queen, or so Din said when he gifted it to you on your wedding night.

“Din?” You opened the door, looking both ways down the lonesome hall. The two guards on duty were nowhere to be found, the lack of protection suddenly causing the fear you pushed aside in the name of curiosity away to return.

Your feet were reluctant as they padded, bare against the cold and almost wet feeling stone, eyes locked on the shadow at the end of the corridor.

“Din, is that you?” You asked, voice breaking and betraying you, your fear now apparent to the figure. “Din, please…stop playing around. You’re scaring me.”

“Am I?” You nearly stumbled backward at the sound of his voice—him, but so unfamiliar at the same time.

Din walked towards you slowly, your body frozen in place as you awaited your fate. Carrying the Dark Saber, the mythic blade carving into the stone beneath his feet as he dragged it along with him.

“A-are you going to kill me, Din?” Your voice was meant to sound more confident than it came out, the shine of his helmet now visible as he stopped five feet before you, head tilting as he took in your vulnerable state.

For a moment, you thought this would be the end for you. Your friends always told you that your relationship with the bounty hunter would end violently, though you all assumed it would be at the hands of a bounty or another vigilante rather than your doting partner.

“I’m sorry,” his voice returned to normal, his head shaking as though there was some internal tug-of-war over control of his body. He looked down at the saber in his hand, retracting the blade before dropping it as though it was burning hot. “I—I don’t remember waking up.”

“It’s possessing you Din,” you walked to him, now a bit more brave knowing that the soft man you fell in love with had returned. Slipping his helmet off, you ran your hands over his sweat drenched forehead, taking in his pale skin and dark circles. “I’m losing you. Every time you use that thing, I lose you more.”

“I felt…like I was tied up in my own mind, something else taking over. I…thought I was going to have to watch it kill you,” he confessed in a sigh, leaning his forehead down to yours. Your trembling hands slid up his body, running over the unarmored expanse of his chest. “I’m so sorry, mesh’la. I’m so sorry—“

“Din, you’re here, you’re with me now,” you assured, holding his face in both palms as you stared deep into his eyes. “We’ll figure this out, just…lock it away for now. We’ll figure something more permanent out in the morning. For now…just lock it away.”

“Okay,” he agreed, a reluctance in his voice that you attributed to the other thing inside him; though it very well could have been Din. He hadn’t been without it since taking the throne.

Locking it away in a chest and ordering a guard to risk his life watching it, Din returned to bed, cold and clammy, his eyes red from the constant fight to stay in control. You rubbed his back as he laid on his stomach, keeping your kneading as soft as your voice as to not trigger anything violent inside of him that was itching to make another appearance.

“I understand if you don’t feel comfortable sleeping with me, cyar’ika.” His words broke your heart. Though you did carry some hesitance in your heart, there was no other bed you wanted to be in than in this one—possession or not. Din was home to you, and you wouldn’t abandon him even for your own safety.

“You are my husband. My King. I’m not going anywhere, Din. We’re going to figure this out together.” You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, his warmth returning with every word of assurance. “That thing inside of you is no match for how scary I’ll become if it doesn’t leave you alone.”

“Believe me, mesh’la—I know.”

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[oddsconvert]

Request for a vllain whumpee + intimate whumper?

EEK 🤩 I HAVENT DONE VILLAIN/HERO STUFF YET BUT YAY I LOVE IT!!! (Villain Whumpee, hero whumper incoming 💥 I hope this is okay!)

CW: Shock collar, Creepy/Intimate Whumper, Non-con kissing, Hero Whumper, Villain Whumpee, Kidnapping, Captivity, Swearing (later edit: Ima add defiant Whumpee because I think villain is a lil bit)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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"This isn't fair, Hero! This isn't an equal fight!"

Villain desperately clawed at the power-dampener collar Hero had managed to latch tightly around their throat, metallic prongs stabbing deep into the nape of their neck. Rendering them completely useless yet extremely pliable to drag them kicking and screaming back to Hero's base.

It was so dehumanising. Embarassing. A brutal death was ensured for anyone who ever found out that Hero had managed to collar them so damn easy.

They felt like an animal; they felt like a dog and not the number one nemesis of the city - extraordinary power beyond belief that made people shudder in fear, ducking and running at the mere sound of their name.

Now they just felt weak. A sense of nothingness without their abilities. Just a normal, mundane human - completely vulnerable and powerless in stopping Hero. That thought paralysed their heart with terror.

"You lost the right to an equal fight the second you went down. That's how it works". Villain didn't think that Hero could get anymore smug, the constant taunts and the jokes across battlefields as they tried to kill each other, the jokes used to make Villain cringe and roll their eyes so far into the back of their skull they'd nearly get stuck there.

But as Hero strolled towards them with long, haunting strides and beginning to circle them like prey as they lay panting on the ground - lustful eyes gleaming down upon them with a Cheshire cat grin swiped across their face.

They could indeed get more smug.

Hero leant down to grab Villain's chin in a harsh grip, thumb and finger snapping their head up to get a better look at their catch.

God, Villain looked beautiful littered in bruises. Mouth-wateringly beautiful, making Hero want to take them right here, right now. Those warm tones of vibrant purples, reds and yellows really made those icy blue eyes just pop. Though they were filled with indescribable rage, a deep desire for blood and venegance right now. Why not rile them a bit more?

"You lost, my darling-", Hero spoke with a sultry whisper, running their thumb delicately along Villain's plump lips that seemed to slightly begin quivering.

"N-No..."

"It's all over now. Just me and you."

"No - No this isn't how it's supposed to go!", Villain bellowed, snatching their head away from Hero's disgusting 'affection', "You're supposed to take me to prison!".

Villain had seen how Hero had always stared at them during fights, they absolutely reeked of infatuation and desire. If this was all off the books, if Hero truly was keeping them...

No. They didn't want to think of what that meant for them. Villain had been running for so long to avoid imprisonment but if it was a cell or Hero? Lock them up and throw away the key.

"I am, aren't I?", hero laughs with a snort, "funny how things work out, isn't it?"

Wide eyes stare up with a mix of perplexity and hatred at Hero. Villain won't plead or beg for mercy or freedom, that's beneath them - no way are they dehumanising themself even more. Instead, their eyes start darting around the windowless, concrete room they've been slammed into - hunting for a sign of an escape, or something to weild as a weapon in lieu of their stolen powers.

"They'll thank me, you know?" Hero chimes in, stealing back Villains attention who's eagerly hooked on every word, "Hero goes and does it again! another villain wiped from the streets-"

Villain tries to scuttle backwards when they see Hero start to crouch down before them. But there's nowhere to go, their back painfully collides against the concrete wall in a matter of seconds and now they're cornered. Heros hands are on them in an instant, gliding across their cheek - tucking strands of sweaty hair away from their eyes and just wondering all over their body.

"-and shoved into my bed"

"Get. Your. Hands. Off me. Before I break your scraggly neck-", Villain spat the repulsed threat, gritting their teeth and withholding the urge to lunge forward and attack. Hero would out power them quicker than their brain would comprehend, this collar was the bane of their existence.

"I mean... You were always my favourite to fight-", Hero continued to ramble, ignoring the threat and the infuriated hyperventilations huffing from Villains chest. Instead, Hero's fingertips continue to wonder and then press into the sore, open wound along Villain's rib cage: drawing out an agonised hiss of pain and making them curl into themself, hands rushing to push Hero off and away but they snatch Villains wrists before they succeed.

"Shshshsh, settle down. I can fix you right up. If you hadn't dove right in front of my blast - that was foolish on your part, you can't be trusted to take care of yourself." Hero cooed, tightening their superhuman strength grip on Villains wrists making them cry out in pain.

"STOP, HERO! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK MY WRIST!", Villain screeched, weakly tugging their arm away as they felt the pressure worsen and worsen, feeling bones threaten to fracture but Hero let's go at the last moment. Dark rings circle Villains skin, burning with warm pain and cradling them close to their chest protectively.

"-but it's okay, sweetheart ...I'll do it for you" they continued.

"Who the fuck are you calling 'sweetheart'?!"

Searing electricity suddenly courses down their spine, seeping into their veins and paralysing their entire body with unbridled pain. Convulsing and silently gasping into the floor, writhing around waiting for the shock collar to finally give. If they had their powers this would be nothing to them, maybe a little scratching sensation and an annoying tingle but nothing more.

This was torture. It seemed to go on forever, and they could feel consciousness drifting away from reach.

"Tskk tskk. Always trying to act so big and ignore authority. If only you'd just abide by the rules for once in your damn life -"

"You're .. FUCK -" an after shock rippled through Villain, their body twitching against the vile sensation, "you're playing dirty...!"

"And setting the city aflame isn't?"

"I specifically didn't target civillains! I went for the bastards in charge of this shit show city - I'd argue that was playing entirely fair-"

"You would argue that, wouldn't you? Because you're corrupted, you're a parasite and a stain on society -"

Villain tucks their head into their chest when they feel the unwanted tear drip down. They NEVER cry - and they hated to admit it but they were petrified.

"And my job is to fix that. And I take great-" Hero plants a light kiss onto Villain's collarbone, making them wince and turn away.

"-pleasure-"

Another kiss, further down now and onto their pectoral muscle.

"-in doing so."

Kiss. Onto Villain's sore, bleeding ribs.

Hero could swear they heard a a tiny whimper creep out from beneath them. And that delicious sound fills them with a giddy sense of excitement and achievement.

"It's wild that you used to terrorise the city... you -", Hero trails off...

"Not anymore. I'll make sure of that, gorgeous-"

Continued here!

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Drabble taglist: @sparrowsage @whumpsday (lemme know if you wanna be added or taken off <3)

#I do love me some villain whump- #AND INTIMATE WHUMPER MIX THIS WAS FUN #villain whumpee #hero whumper #hero/villain #creepy/intimate whumper #intimate whumper #whump #whump community #whump writing #whump blog #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #kidnapping #shock collar #collar whump #non con kiss #answered asks #whump writer #whump drabble #defiant whumpee

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - better without you

Hello! Can I have a request for an Evershedxstudent reader? But I am not sure if you’re comfortable with it. TW: abusive parent. R is always sick when there is a school activity like school dance or field trip and so on. One day Mr Evershed that the mother makes R sick. That’s why Mr Evershed help R to get away. Prompt Number 27 - Anon💜

27: “I spent my whole life scared! Because of you! Of who I would be if I didn’t have you here! You made me need you!”

TW: mentions of abusive parent

You stared at the request form for the field trip coming up and you sighed heavily balling it up in your hands you tossed it into your bag and closed it.

“Remember to hand those in tomorrow please, thank you everyone.” Mr Evershed smiled.

The bell rang, and everyone got ready to leave and you stuffed all of your stuff in your bag and made your way to the door.

“Are you coming on this trip?” The teacher asked you.

You looked up at him and shrugged.

“Maybe.”

With that, you left and he sighed.

He had been trying to get you to take part in school activities, dances, after school events, field trips, but you never took part in any of them.

In fact, when it came to these events you were never in school, nowhere to be found. Sometimes you or your mum called in, but sometimes you just didn’t bother showing up.

And it worried him.

He wanted you to take part just like every other student, to make some memories like all of the other students.

But you didn’t. You wouldn’t.

You walked home, and set your bag on the floor and pulled the ball of paper out and unscrewed it, walking into the kitchen.

“Mum, there’s another trip. Here.”

You handed it over to her and she looked at it, circling the date the calendar on the fridge.

“They run a ridiculous amount of extra curriculum activities. You’ll call in sick in the morning, here, finish making this.”

Your mum handed you the spoon she was holding and walked away, and you looked at the cookbook she was working from.

You made dinner and set it on the table for you mum, and you walked back into the kitchen to wash up.

If you did what you were told you wouldn’t be in trouble anymore.

The morning of the trip came, and you woke up, making your way down the stairs to grab a drink and your mum stood in front of you with the house phone in her hand.

“Call. Now.”

You nodded and dialled the schools number.

“Oh uh.. hi Loraine. I’m not feeling so great so I’m not going to be in today. Sorry.”

You didn’t bother to wait for a response, you just simply hung up and handed the phone back.

“Good, now go do the garden it’s a mess, and don’t come back in until you’re finished you got it?”

You nodded and went upstairs to get changed and made your way into the garden.

It was nice at first, then the sun came blinding down, and you were getting warm, but you couldn’t go inside because you’re mum was stood at the door stopping you.

“You’ve missed some grass, redo the whole thing.”

“Mum I need to sit down for a minute.”

“Did I say you could sit down?” She snapped.

“No.. no but… I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Then you’ll finish when you wake up.”

She went inside and you heard the door close and lock and you sighed, trying to push the faint feeling aside to carry on working.

It worked for the most part, and you did finish everything and you were allowed back inside.

“Great, now go to the shop.”

Your mum handed you a list of things and you sighed heavily, grabbing your bank card and made your way out the front.

You walked slowly to the shop, sometimes stopping in the shade.

“You’re supposed to be sick.”

You stopped again and covered your eyes with a hand and looked up.

“Oh Mr Evershed, hi.”

You stepped back into the shade and he looked at you.

“Are you alright? You’re looking a bit red.” He said.

“Just tired..”

You looked around.

“Sorry I’ve got to go.”

Except you didn’t move, inside everything went black and you fell forward, straight into Mr Evershed who barely caught you.

A few people came running over, and Mr Evershed laid you down, shaking your shoulder and calling your name but nothing worked.

You were rushed to hospital and he had to explain to police what had happened, and when he was allowed to go he made his way to the hospital.

He began looking for your room number, and stopped when he heard voices.

“Where’s the shopping?”

“In case you haven’t noticed mum, I’m in hospital. I don’t have it.”

“Don’t get snarky with me brat. You’ve still got a whole list of chores to do.”

“Mum I passed out, please just one day to rest, that’s all I’m asking for.”

“I’m getting you discharged now and you’re going to finish that list before you go to sleep.”

Mr Evershed quickly turned his back to the door, pulling out his phone to pretend he was lost or busy.

Your mum didn’t even look at him when she walked past, and he walked into your room to see you ripping wires away from you.

“Hey, Woah, you’re not going anywhere.” He said.

“Well I’m not staying either.”

“Because of your mum?”

You stopped and looked up at him, and he sighed heavily.

“I heard what just happened. You can’t leave (Y/N), but I can help you.”

“I can leave, and I am leaving. And you can’t help me.”

“I can, because if your mum is responsible for you passing out, she can get arrested, you know that right?”

You stopped again and furrowed your brows a little bit.

“You’re going to leave regardless aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

He sighed.

“I can’t take you out of here you know that right?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded.

“But, if you were to make your own way out of here and we happened to meet in the same place, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You smiled a little.

“Do you think you can meet me at the school?”

You nodded and he smiled, handing you a water bottle he was holding.

“Great, come straight to the school, I’ll be waiting for you outside alright?”

You nodded again and he left, and you waited a few minutes before sneaking out of the hospital.

You were still light headed, and weak, but you grabbed the bus from the hospital to around the corner of the school and you slowly walked up.

Just like he said he was waiting outside for you, and so was a police officer and they both smiled at you.

“We’ve got some stuff for you inside, come on.” Mr Evershed smiled.

They helped you inside, and they sat you down on a chair, placing an ice pack to your forehead and giving you another bottle of water and some food.

“Do you mind telling me what led to this?” The officer asked.

You looked to Mr Evershed and he nodded his head.

“Go on, it’s okay.”

“Okay…”

He began to explain everything that had happened that day, and without realising you spilled everything to them both.

“Right, well, we’ve got a social worker coming, and you’re going to be placed in immediate care of someone else, is that okay?”

“They’re not going to hurt me are they…?”

Mr Evershed walked over and sat next to you.

“No. No of course not.” He said softly.

You nodded and your head snapped up when you heard the shouting of your name.

Your mum was stopped by the office from coming into the school.

“Running away what the hell are you thinking?!” She yelled.

“I’m sorry but they’re no longer in your care and they are being placed with a foster family effective immediately.” The office said.

“You can’t do that!”

“Actually they can. We know everything Miss (L/N).” Mr Evershed said.

You’re mum growled a little and looked at you.

“You’re so ungrateful, after everything I gave you!”

“You didn’t give me anything mum!”

You stood up, stumbling a little but you stayed up, and you glared at her.

“I’m done with you! I don’t want to be with you anymore!”

You took a shaky breath.

“I spent my whole life scared! Because of you! Of who I would be if I didn’t have you here! You made me need you!”

“You’ll be nothing without me.” She whispered.

Mr Evershed shook his head, and placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to sit back down and he handed you the ice pack again.

“They’ll be everything without you, and they’ll be a lot better too.” He said.

Your mum didn’t put up much of a fight, she simply just left saying you’d come running back, and you looked at Mr Evershed.

“Does this mean you’ll come to the fund raiser next week?” He asked.

You smiled a little.

“I’ll have to think long and hard about that one sir.”

He rolled his eyes at you, and sat next to you again.

“You’ll be alright. I know you will.” He smiled

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed x you #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed

[hqmillioncorn]

Coco! Coco! Help me Cocoooooooooo

As Pancake settled into her tent she noticed that Cherrypit was sitting down on the ground, chewing on a singed branch. "Cherry? I thought you said you wanted to sleep in Coco's tent" That's what Pancake could remember hearing him say anyway. Cherrypit laughed. "I am!" He helpfully explained. "Wha-?" Before Pancake could ask him what he meant she heard Coco scream. She poked her head out of the tent just in time to see him run out of his own tent, followed by another Cherrypit with a scary face on. "H-Huh...?"

Lalapril 4/13 Blazing with coco cocoda and @windupnamazu 's Pancake (and also coco cocoda)

Cherrypit opened the front door of the mansion and stumbled his way outside. In his hands he was carrying a big bag of marshmallows, something that Babycorn had told him was crucial for tonight.

It was a little dark out but Cherrypit wasn’t scared because he was gonna be in the dark with his friends. 

He took a small step forward and called out for his friend. “Coconuts! Panka!” With the bag of marshmallows covering his view it was hard to see anything that wasn’t a marshmallow. 

Before he knew it, the marshmallows were lifted up into the air and away from him. “I got it! Thanks Cherry!” Pancake smiled at him and led him over to where she and Coco were putting up their tents for the night. 

“Are you excited to go camping, Cherry?” 

Cherrypit looked up and nodded really fast. “Yeah! Yeah! I’m ex-pited!”

It had only been a few days ago when Pancake learned she would be camping outside with Coco tonight. Cherrypit had also been invited along, or more accurately he had invited himself after he heard Pancake ask Butter about going camping again, grabbing onto Pancake’s arm and joining her in asking Butter to let her sleep outside.

There was no way Butter could resist both Pancake and Cherrypit staring at him with such sad little eyes. And Babycorn couldn’t even be counted as a contender. 

With the permission to go camping secured they just needed someone to chaperone them. When the idea of Coco taking Pancake and Cherrypit camping was first being tossed around, he assured both older siblings that he was an expert at this sort of stuff. 

“I’ve read the official Onion Knights guide cover to cover more times than I can count!” Had been Coco’s exact words. It was a pretty hefty book too. At least, that’s what both Butter and Babycorn imagined. 

Both Babycorn and Butter nodded their heads at all the different things Coco listed off that he had done. From learning to tie knots, learning how to make a campfire and sleeping outside in tents. It sounded really exciting and exactly what Pancake had been asking for weeks now.

The only question was how did she find out Coco had even done this stuff in the first place? 

A question for another day probably.

The only real obstacle to overcome now was the tiny little problem that Babycorn and Cherrypit had where they couldn’t really go anywhere without the other. A problem that was quickly solved when Butter suggested that they could go camping nearby.

Which ended up being the front lawn of the mansion.

Neither Pancake or Cherrypit were disappointed with that. The two of them couldn’t have been more excited about it. 

Tonight was finally the night. Pancake couldn’t stop talking about it since morning.

When Pancake walked back to the tents with Cherrypit she noticed that Coco was gone. “Huh? Where did he go?” She looked around everywhere for any sign of his fluffy little head but he was nowhere to be seen. “...Do you think a Spriggan ate him?” 

“Bahbah!” Cherrypit helpfully added.

“You’re right he would probably be too fuzzy to eat.”

As Pancake started to wonder if the bird she had seen circling the house was a seagull or not she noticed something moving underneath the tent. “Woah! What the-!?” She took a step back and made sure to get in front of Cherrypit to keep him safe. That didn’t do much to deter Cherrypit from jumping into action. 

Pancake barely even noticed Cherrypit running under her arm and right towards the tent.

“Cherry wait!” 

Cherrypit happily babbled as he pulled the tent away and revealed what it was exactly that had been under the suspiciously shaped Coco Cocoda lump.

Unsurprisingly it was indeed Coco. “Uwah!!” Coco uwah’ed in shock. He was convinced that he was going to be trapped inside of the tent for the rest of his life. “Oh hi guys!” Coco waved at Pancake and Cherrypit, then he jumped to his feet and placed his hands on his hips. “Glad you could join us tonight Cherry!” 

Pancake couldn’t help but think that Coco sounded pretty confident for some guy who had just a few seconds ago been trapped inside of an unmade tent. 

“I told you! It’s part of the process!” Coco insisted. 

Cherrypit paid Coco no mind as he grabbed a fistful of tent and began chewing on it. 

Taking things out of Cherrypit’s (and babycorn’s) mouth was pretty much second nature now to everyone who spent a lot of time with them. So Coco pulled the tent out of Cherrypit’s mouth as he continued to explain why the tent still wasn’t set up. “I accidentally dropped something I needed for the tent and I’ve been looking for it. No sign of it yet though.” He’d be looking for it ever since Pancake went to go fetch Cherrypit. 

“Ooohh.”  Pancake stared down at the ground to help Coco look for whatever it was he was looking for.

Completely on a whim Pancake decided to take a closer look at Coco. That’s when she noticed a strange object sticking out of his hair. “Hey what’s that in your hair?!” Pancake suddenly shouted.

“Wahuh?” Coco gasped and ruffled around his hair. Until he found the very thing he was looking for. To Pancake it just looked like some sort of weird stick, unsure what it was for. 

Coco beamed, “Yeah that’s it! Thank you!” 

“You’re welcome! Yay!” Pancake was just happy to help.

As Coco began to demonstrate how to set the tent up, Pancake noticed something. Coco was wearing all sorts of funny buttons on his shirt. “Wooaaahh! What’s that?” Pancake pointed right at them, “Are they really fancy buttons? Where’d you find them? Did you buy them somewhere?” It was so odd, some of them had really cool pictures on them and there were so many of them.

“Oh!” Coco was stopped mid explanation but he didn’t mind. “These are my merit badges!” 

“Wow…What’s that?” Pancake asked.

As Coco picked out some grass from Cherrypit’s mouth he continued to explain. “They’re like special pins that you get from doing something really cool!” His eyes sparkled with glee, a sharp contrast to how his eyes usually looked. Which was more like a crying cat. 

“Neat!” Pancake pointed at a badge with a lightning bolt on it. “What’s this one for?” Maybe it was for running really fast. Like-quick as a lightning flash kind of thing?

Coco scoffed, “That one was for surviving a thunderstorm.”

“Huh?” That sounded kind of cool but not really that much of a feat. She had technically done that too but from inside her house. She pointed at another badge with a bee on it. “What about this one?” Maybe that one was for beekeeping? 

“That one’s for stepping on a bee!”

“Is that so…?” That last one didn’t sound cool at all. It sounded like something that people would make fun of him for years after the fact. Definitely not badge worthy. “What’s this one?” Pancake asked. They did say that the third time was the charm.

“I got this one for surviving sinking in quicksand!” Coco looked particularly proud of that one. 

“I see.” While that one did sound a little impressive there was still the fact that Coco had walked into quicksand in the first place. “These sound...Really specific.” 

“Well yeah they’re for really specific things!” 

“Is there a Being an adorable girl named Pancake badge?” 

“They’re not that specific.”

Pancake rolled her eyes, if that was the case why have them be specific if they’re not too specific? She took another look at the badges and pointed at yet another one. This one had a picture of a bear on it. It looked really cute, not as cute as her stuffed animals of course but still cute.

“Well there was this time that a bear rampaged through our tents and...” 

“A bear?! Are we going to get to fight a bear?!” Pancake shouted in disbelief. This was the one badge that actually sounded cool. “Did you get it cause you fought the bear!?”

Cherrypit looked at Pancake in surprise and then at Coco, with his eyes shimmering in anticipation. “Bear? We fight a bear?” He had a big teddy bear at home so if he got to meet the real thing that would be really exciting! 

“No, no!” Coco waved his hands in a panic in front of him. “I got it because I managed to make sure the bear didn’t eat our lunches!”

“Oooh…” Not as cool as she thought. Pancake turned away from Coco with a smirk and whispered to Cherrypit. “Is there one for being a big sucker in love without knowing it?” She giggled to herself, while Cherrypit was really confused about Pancake’s gossip. 

“What was that?” Coco asked, trying to hoist up the tent.

“NOTHING!” 

Smooth. 

Eventually the tent had been pitched and the snacks had been gathered around them. Cherrypit had wasted no time and had opened the bag of marshmallows as quickly as he could. He took a handful of them and happily ate them in one big bite. 

“Don’t eat too many Cherry.” Coco gently warned him, “If you eat them all we won’t have any left over for roasting them by the campfire!” 

Cherrypit immediately understood what Coco was talking about. He nodded and spit out the marshmallows he had eaten, they were completely intact. “Here! Marshmallow!” He handed them over to Coco for safekeeping. 

“I…” Coco grabbed one of the handy tins he had grabbed from the kitchen and held it under the marshmallows, “Just drop them in here. Okay?” Cherrypit did exactly what Coco said to do and laughed as the marshmallows fell into the bowl. They reminded him of eyeballs, just like grapes did. 

Pancake sneakily took the bag of marshmallows away from Cherrypit just in case that he forgot he wasn’t supposed to eat them yet. “How are we supposed to roast marshmallows if we don’t have a fire?” There was a pile of logs in front of them but they were very distinctly not on fire. 

Coco was ready for that too. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do next!” Behind Coco's back appeared a pair of sticks and what looked like a rock. “We’re going to learn how to start a campfire-!”

“Yaaaaay!!” Cherrypit cheered. He looooooooooooved fire! It was so fun to start and to play with!

“-Without magic!” Coco happily picked up a pair of sticks and wiggled them around.

Cherrypit instantly set his arms down with a pout. 

Pancake gave Cherrypit a sympathetic pat on the head. “There, there. It's gonna be a lot of fun!” She was trying her best to cheer Cherrypit up but she’d be lying if it wasn’t cute the way he was crossing his arms and trying to look really mad.

Pancake couldn’t help give a little snort of laughter when Cherrypit stuck his tongue at Coco. 

Coco was turned around so he couldn’t see what Cherrypit was doing. 

“Don’t worry I’ve started a fire like this before so this’ll be quick!” Coco smiled and got to work on trying to figure out how to start a fire from the things he had brought with him. Cherrypit still thought starting a fire with magic would be easier and funner than this. 

The aura of pure confidence coming off of Coco was unnerving Pancake a little, but she kept that thought to herself. When minutes upon minutes went by of Coco still trying to light a fire she was starting to feel bad for him. “Are you sure you can do it?” She asked. 

“O-Of course!” Now Coco ‘s eyes were the familiar watery looking that Pancake was used to. He pointed to another badge on his shirt. “See? You can see I got the merit badge for starting a fire so I'm not lying I promise. :(” 

“Heh. Must have started it with your eyes closed…” Pancake mumbled. 

“What was that?”

“NOTHING!”

Another save for Pancake.  

As time marched on without any sign of a fire Pancake was getting kind of bored. As she stopped Cherrypit from eating grass for the umpteenth time she had a thought. “Hey. Can I try lighting the campfire?” Tossing the grass in her hand aside she scooted over closer to Coco.

Coco was very tired at this point so he was more than willing to let someone else try. “Sure…Go ahead!” He handed Pancake the sticks and collapsed onto the ground next to her. Cherrypit was quick to climb on his back and pat him like he was a small horse. 

Coco opened up only one of his eyes, watching Pancake closely. Thinking he was soooo cool for sneaky plan of his.

“Okay!” Pancake concentrated and tried to remember the movements that Coco had been doing earlier. While she may have been bored out of her mind during Coco’s efforts it's not like she wasn’t paying attention. Pancake took the sticks in both hands and copied Coco’s movements closely. For a few seconds it looked like she was going to have to have the same results as Coco did but that’s when they all saw it. 

A spark, and then some smoke. “Ah! I did it! I’m doing it!” Pancake cheered. 

“You’re doing it!” Coco cheered alongside her as he adjusted the sticks on the pile. From a relatively safe distance He knew from the start this awesome and amazing and well thought out plan of his would work.

Sitting next to him, Cherrypit happily clapped along. The fire could be a lot bigger but Pancake had still made it happen all by herself, she was more than happy, she was elated. 

Cherrypit clapped for Pancake and ran around her, cheering for her, “Panka! Panka! Yaaaay! Panka!” He thought Pancake learned to do fire magic too! Just like him! 

Cherrypit was so excited about the fire and how they could roast marshmallows now that he ran over, grabbed the bag of marshmallows and threw the entire thing in the fire. 

“Ah.”

“Ah.” 

“Waaahahahaha!!!” Cherrypit cheered as the marshmallows burst into flames.

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #Cherrypit #Pancake #Coco #entire one based on a small drawing i did like a year ago returns with a vengance #meanwhile inside babycorn has her face pressed against the window while drooling #she wants the marshmallows #shes tied to a chair so she wont run outside #cocos trying to look soooooo cool and for what #also yea cherrypit burnt plastic opps

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Of Care And Comfort

I am alive! Also, it occured to me that i never actually wrote a sickfic before, so I set the basic idea, thought itď be short and sweet and then I went crazy on the keyboard. Some of the things I wrote were most definitely NOT in the idea, but they just came so naturally and after I went over it to fix typos I actually really liked it. So I hope you will too. (ps: poor meow meow)

Please, check out my other stories from this no vampires alternate universe - A Simple Case of Love

Of Care And Comfort - 3.9K

tw: illness (influenza), vomiting

It was to be a regular Sunday mass. You were sitting with Erin in your usual pew, waiting for Father Paul to arrive for the homily. Except today he was nowhere to be found. You looked at your watch for the umpteenth time today - he was twenty minutes late already. Turning around, your eyes connected with those of Warren Flynn. You questioned him with your gaze, but he merely shrugged his shoulders and continued standing with the other altarboy, Ooker, by the church entrance. You were getting rather worried for the priest and when Bev finally proclaimed that she'd check up on him, you were nearly glad she was here.

Not five minutes later, Beverly returned to the church, stood at the top of the stairs in front of the altar and spoke: "Unfortunately, we'll have to cancel mass today, Father Hill is not feeling well. I'll have to stay with him, of course, but if anyone could get a hold of Dr Gunning and bring her over to the rectory, that'd be great, thank you." You immediately looked at Erin and she could only nod, before you stood up and left at a quick pace. As your legs automatically led you towards the house of the Island's doctor, you prayed Paul's predicament wasn't anything serious or life-threatening. The citizens of Crockett Island just got used to having Father Paul as their pastor, and after Leeza Scarborough miraculously regained the feeling in her legs, he was becoming well beloved by the people. He was a fair, kind man and it'd be horrible if something happened to him.

Before you knew it, you were knocking on Sarah's door, not too roughly, but rather insistently. Sarah opened after a while, looking confused as people didn't usually come around to her place while Sunday mass was in progress. "(F/N)? Hi, how come you're not in Saint Patrick's?" she asked, looking you up and down curiously. "Sarah," you said, a little out of breath, "I'm sorry to bother you, but Father Paul is ill and needs a doctor." "Oh, gosh, give me five minutes, I'm gonna get dressed." Only then did you notice that Dr Gunning was actually wearing her dressing gown and slippers, probably having only woken up a while prior to your arrival. You nodded and waited outside.

True to her word, Sarah was dressed quickly and you both set off back towards the rectory. Upon reaching it, you knocked on the door, a bit softer this time, and waited for someone to allow you entry. "Come in," came Bev's voice and you braced yourself and opened the door. Your gaze immediately fell on Father Paul, who was sitting on the tiny sofa, elbows on his knees and face in his hands. He looked up when you and Sarah entered and, oh boy. Paul was dressed in his usual church attire, so it seemed he actually tried to go and serve mass, but one look at him made it painfully obvious he was in no state to do so. He was pale as a ghost and his skin was clammy. His hair, which was normally styled back, was a mess too. Few strands of it fell into his eyes and got stuck to his sweating forehead. Paul's eyes were red with dark circles underneath them and Bev only completed the look of a completely ill man by bringing a bucket into the living area and setting it near the priest's feet.

You stood back while Sarah got to work, asking Father Paul questions and checking his vitals. After drawing his blood, she sat back. "Well, I'm going to run some tests on this," she said waving the vial of blood , "but I'm fairly certain you got yourself a nasty flu. High temperature, nausea, headache, etcetera, etcetera. Well, I'll know for sure in a day or two. Any idea of how you could've come by it?" Father Paul, who looked very pitiful still and was wincing at every louder sound finally opened his mouth to speak: "I think I know," he croaked and eyed you momentarily, "when I was on the mainland because of the meeting with the dioceses; Reverend O'Neil was present and he did sneeze a lot. He blamed it on hay fever." Sarah stored her equipment while Paul was speaking, carefully putting the blood vial into her case so it wouldn't break. "Well, Father, you best take some ibuprofen for the fever, drink plenty of fluids and rest. I'll run some tests at home and will check up on you in a few days." She turned to leave. You offered a soft 'Get well soon' to the priest and went to leave with her, planning to go check up on him yourself soon.

You couldn't have been more shocked at what happened next. As you and Dr Gunning slowly walked away from the rectory and towards the road, Bev Keane called after you: "(F/N (L/N), please wait." You stopped in your tracks and witnessed Sarah give you a pitying look before she said her goodbyes and parted ways with you. You and Bev hadn't spoken since the (one-sided) confrontation in church weeks ago, when Father Paul told her off in your defence. Since then, both of you became rather excellent at ignoring one another's existence, save for a few cold looks. "Can I help you?" you asked neutrally. "Actually you can," said Bev with a tense smile, "It's Father Hill." That got your attention, alright. "It's rather obvious he’ll need someone to take care of him on the weekdays while he's unwell, or at the very least check up on him every now and then. I unfortunately cannot fill this role, as I am teaching the entire day. You on the other hand," she vaguely moved her hand in your direction, "don't really have an actual job, do you. That's a lot of free time you have on hand and perhaps you ought to use it to do your Christian duty. Seeing as you and Father Hill... get on well, it shouldn't be a problem for you. That is if it doesn't inconvenience your life too much."

As much as you'd like to not help Bev Keane, you very much wanted to aid Father Paul in any way you could. Therefore you swallowed your retort about writing being a real job, and that taking care of a dear friend did not any way inconvenience you, and tried to put on the most polite tone you could muster: "I'll come tomorrow then."

---

You kept your promise and the next day, once you were sure Bev had gone to school and wouldn't come back, packed some food and ingredients into a bag and set off towards the rectory. You didn't even knock and entered quietly, fully expecting Paul to be sleeping in his bedroom. You were in for a surprise. There, on that tiny sofa where two people could barely fit, laid the priest. You had no idea how on earth did he fit there considering his height, but you really had no time to ponder that question. Father Paul was curled into himself, breathing hard and releasing a small whimper every now and then, he was very obviously in pain. 

You immediately dropped everything and moved up to the couch, kneeling beside it close to the man's head. You put your hand on his shoulder and gave a light squeeze. "Paul?" you asked slowly. He uncovered his face a little and you immediately noticed that he looked much worse than yesterday, his eyes were more red and unfocused and heat was radiating off his pale skin. "(F/N)," he said in a hoarse voice, "I think I'm going to-'' You knew exactly what was going to happen and were thankfully quick in your reactions. Grabbing the bucket you saw Bev put there yesterday, you shoved it next to the sofa and quickly pulled Paul's head over it. The poor man proceeded to promptly empty his stomach into it. You caressed his back and head, and made gentle shushing noises, comforting him throughout his ordeal. 

A few minutes later there was only dry-heaving coming from Father Paul, and then it all stopped. You carefully rolled him on his side and, after making sure he wouldn't be sick again, went to empty the bucket and bring a wet flannel, a glass of water and some medication to help with the nausea and fever Sarah gave you after you told her you’d be taking care of Paul. "Do you think you can sit?" you asked once you came back with all the items. Father Paul made a non-committal groan. You set the bucket back next to the sofa, just to be sure, and put everything else on a table. "Here, let me help," very, very slowly you helped Paul into a sitting position. You took the flannel and started dabbing him with it, his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, finally wiping his lips with it. He barely reacted to the cool cloth, his eyes were glossed over and not really looking at anything. "You're wearing the clothes from yesterday," you observed, speaking softly, aware he probably wasn't listening to you, "we should get you into a set of pyjamas, get you comfortable in your bed. This crappy old thing will only make your back ache too." ‘Did Bev just leave him here like this?’

Well, getting him to bed was easier said than done. Despite his lean frame, Father Paul was rather heavy and he leaned his entire weight into you as you helped him stand. The height difference didn’t make it easy for you either. You had to half drag, half carry him to his bedroom, all the while holding the bucket in your left hand in case the priest was about to be sick again. You didn't even know how you did it, but in the end you really did manage to bring him to his bedroom. Sometime later, you sat Paul against the headboard of his bed, content to just leave him there for a while while you fetched everything else you deemed important into the room. Rinsing the flannel, you once again wiped down his sweaty brow and then put the cold cloth on his heated neck. This time, there was a reaction. Father Paul sighed with relief and closed his eyes and you saw his muscles untensing a little. Now came the most difficult part.

You searched the bedroom for some pyjamas - the priest would hardly be comfortable in his trousers and clerical shirt with collar. You finally picked a plain short sleeved t-shirt and sleeping shorts, all the while preparing yourself. If you claimed you never imagined taking off Father Paul's clothes, you'd be lying through your teeth, but this was definitely NOT the way you wanted it to go. Still, you couldn't just leave him in his current clothes, as they were completely soaked with his sweat and sticking to his skin. You took a deep breath and got to work. Almost clinically, you unbuttoned Paul's shirt piece by piece, until you could slip it from his shoulders and onto the bed. Taking the cloth again, you dabbed at his collarbone and chest and under his arms. He was in no shape to take a shower and it was better than nothing. It was actually much easier than you thought it would be - tender feelings or not, you were here most importantly as a friend helping a friend in need. After you were done with washing him at least a little, you helped Paul into the t-shirt. To save you both the embarrassment, you made quick work of his trousers, cladding him in the shorts hurriedly. However, it seemed Paul was quite out of it again and seemed to barely take notice that he had just been completely undressed and re-dressed by you.

"Hey," you spoke and patted his cheek softly to get his attention. He turned his bleary eyes at you. "I'm going to need you to take your meds and drink some water, ok? Can you do that for me?" Paul thought for a moment and then nodded. You ever so carefully put the pill against his lips and he took it in. Then you helped him wash it down with water, instructing him to take small sips and ready to reach for the bucket any time. It ironically reminded you of seeing people accepting communion from him. To your delight, he actually managed to keep the medicine and small amount of fluid down. "Listen," you got his attention again, "I'm going to help you lie down now." You did just so and soon he was on his right side again, facing the door to the living room. You moved the bucket close to him again and made to go to the kitchen. A large but severely weakened hand suddenly enveloped your wrist and tried to stop you. You turned around to see Paul looking at you desperately. Sighing, you kneeled next to the bed, took the hand that reached out and put it to his chest, holding it within your own: "Hey, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'll just be in the next room." Paul seemed hesitant. "I'm not leaving you. Promise. If you need me, just call, I'll be right back. But please, try to get some sleep now, ok? Can you try? Please, for me?" You were caressing his cheek with your free hand without realising it, but it seemed Paul was aware of it, for he closed his eyes and leaned into it. After a while, you released his hand and moved away, no protest coming now as the priest really did doze off.

You managed to quickly locate the bag you brought with you and immediately set to work. Everyone knew that the best food you could eat when you’re ill is hot rich chicken soup. You had no idea what the science behind it was, but there was never a time when you wouldn't feel better after eating a bowl of it; were you fighting a flu, a cold, a nasty break-up or a massive hangover. It was getting dark once you were done and so you decided to check up on Father Paul before going home. He was still in his bed, sleeping. Turning on a lamp, you gave him a quick look over - some colour returned to his face and when you put your hand on his forehead, you could feel the fever has climbed down slightly. It was not gone, however, and it was time for another dose of the meds. Once again reaching for Paul's shoulder and squeezing it, you whispered his name into his ear. He stirred and then opened his eyes, looking at you. He seemed way more there than in the morning and looked at you with slight confusion at finding you here. "Hey," you said, still whispering, "You've been sleeping for some time. Are you still tired?" He blinked once, twice, then: "Yeah..." "I figured. Don't worry, I won't keep you awake, but you need to take your meds and some more water. Then I'll let you sleep again, okay?" This time it was much easier, as Paul was much more responsive and actually almost managed to sit up on his own. He also drank more water now.

For a while, he just sat leaning against the headboard with closed eyes, breathing slowly. "Are you ready to lie back down now?" you asked softly and he hummed in agreement, settling upon his side yet again. "Are you going to stay?" asked Father Paul as you were reaching to turn off the lamp. You originally planned to go home for the night, but hearing his hoarse voice and then looking into his sad puppy eyes wouldn't allow you to do so with a clean conscience. "Yes. Of course I'm going to stay," you said and stroked a single finger along his jaw, "I'll be in the living room, whatever you need. Goodnight, Paul." 

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You sat on the sofa in the rectory, after wolfing down one bowl of the soup you made - you brought no food for yourself, since you didn't know you'd be spending the night. No matter, though, you made enough soup to last for some time and one bowl wouldn't make a difference at all. You half expected Bev to show up and check up on Father Paul, maybe criticise that you're not taking care of him well enough, or complain that your soup stinks or something. However, it was nearing ten o'clock and she was nowhere to be seen, so after checking up on the sleeping Paul one last time, you made yourself comfortable on the sofa. Or, well, you tried to. How on earth did you manage to fall asleep on this hellish thing before was beyond you... Not really, you knew that the only reason you'd fallen asleep on this couch was the man who now slept in the next room, plagued by fever. You really were doing your best, but you still wished you could do more. The state you found the poor man in this morning was honestly terrifying. He did look better in the evening, but he truly should've drank more of the water. You had to get an actual meal into him in the morning if possible, or else he could get worse again. 

You didn't notice falling asleep until you woke up in the morning. It was still fairly early, as the sun wasn’t done climbing above the horizon and you immediately registered what had woken you. There was a sound from inside the house, somewhere behind you and as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes you realised it was the sound of running water. You got up from the sofa, wincing as your muscles protested. You probably would have been better off sleeping on the floor, you thought bitterly as you moved towards the bedroom. You leaned against the doorframe and gazed into the dim room - the bed was empty and, delightfully, so was the bucket. The door to the bathroom was closed and you could now clearly identify the sink faucet running. A short while later, the door opened and out came Father Paul, his legs slightly shaky, but carrying his weight.

He just leaned against a cabinet for support when he noticed you. "Hello," he murmured, "you... You actually stayed?" His voice sounded slightly better and he was obviously aware now. The prolonged standing seemed to tire him though, so you walked over to him to help him back into bed: "Of course I stayed. I promised you I would, didn't I?" When you sat him down Father Paul smiled at you. His smile was nowhere near as radiant as it usually is, but it was just as soft. He definitely looked better than yesterday, his cheeks had some pink in them now and there was a spark in his eye where yesterday had only been dull mist. You sat down right next to him, unbothered by the close proximity for once and touched his forehead with the back of your hand. Satisfied with the temperature dropping a bit again, you let your hand fall. "You hungry?" you asked after a moment. "Starving," replied the priest quietly. You sat up again and made your way to the kitchen, speaking up a bit so he heard you: "That's good. You probably shouldn't eat too much at once, so your stomach doesn't get upset again, but it's important for you to eat something, or the medication itself could make you sick."

You heated a smaller portion of the soup on a stove and put it in a bowl onto a tray to bring into Paul's bedroom. Paul ate slowly, as you advised him, but seemed like he wanted to shovel the food into his mouth after the first spoonful hit his tongue. Which you found greatly flattering of course. After he was done, you supplied him with another glass of water which he emptied soon, small sip after sip, washing down another pill in the process. You then remained sitting in his bed, talking and while Paul's spirits seemed high, you could see the exhaustion setting in quickly. "Forgive me," he said at one point, suddenly sounding sad. You looked at him confused: "What for?" Paul rubbed his eyes with his hand and sighed. "I'm sorry you had to see me like.. that. That you have to take care of me. I feel so stupid, I kept you here all night because of a flu. I didn't want to be a burden," he said at last, voice hoarse again. He wouldn't look at you and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and put his head to rest on your shoulder, holding him tight. "Don't be silly," you said, gentle yet firm, "don't say silly things like that. You're not stupid, and you're not a burden, and you don't apologise when you're ill. I'm here, because I want to be here and I'm taking care of you, because I want you to get well again. I really care about you, you know." 

Father Paul was returning your embrace softly, forehead pressed into the crook of your neck. You could gradually feel his arms faltering in their hold and so you let him out of your arms and smiled at him: "I mean that. Don't you talk like that again. And don't think like that either, please. Promise?" The priest gave you a smile in return and nodded. You excused yourself to clean up the bowl and move the rest of the soup into the fridge and made him lean against the headboard again. After you were done, you snuck a peek into his room to find him asleep again. You silently walked over to the man with a smile and carefully brushed the hair that fell into his forehead to the side, letting your hand linger for just a moment. When he subconsciously leaned into your touch again, you let your fingers slowly comb through his silky raven locks, mindful not to wake him. As he slept, his face got so calm and relaxed, even more open than it normally was. He was beautiful, in body and in spirit. You enjoyed the feeling for as long as you could before pulling your hand away. He made an unhappy little sound but remained asleep. Slipping out of the bedroom you collected your bag. You really needed to take a shower at home and, seeing as you would probably be staying in the rectory until you nursed the priest back to health, you had to grab some necessities. Sleeping bag, for one, no way you were going to spend one more night on that godawful sofa. After double checking that you had everything, you entered the bedroom one more time. A minute or two passed. Then you quietly approached the bed again and leaned in, pressing your lips to Father Paul's forehead, right above his expressive eyebrows.

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Father Paul woke, feeling much better than he did two days ago. Slightly faint still, but since he was no longer bent over the godforsaken bucket, he considered it a win. The rectory was silent and he looked around for any sign of (F/N). What he found was a piece of folded paper on his nightstand. He slowly took a hold of it. "I’ll be back soon, x (F/N)" it read and the priest smiled into the page. He laid down onto his back and looked up into the ceiling, as if there was a night sky above him. And on his forehead, there was a phantom of a kiss.

Hope you liked it. As always, you can check this story on AO3. I’m dying for feedback c: Looong Author’s note bellow.

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Author’s note - Beverly isn’t exactly fond of Father Paul in this universe (to the point of leaving him suffer on the sofa) and I will explain why: I think in the canon, Bev wasn’t too ‘Keane’ on Father Paul until she realised it was Monsignor Pruitt. After experiencing no consequences for what she did to Pike, maybe she even saw it fit to get rid of the new priest (cue the school closet poison scene). She started to suspect something after seeing the photo on the wall, of course and probably thought like: either - he’s not going to die because he’s monsignor pruitt and he’s young again and that’s sus enough to not die, or - he’s going to die, but it’ll be okay, cause everyone knew he had been sick for a while. And when she realised Paul WAS Pruitt, she started to be ultra ‘caring’ cause that’s how she used to manipulate pruitt before too and it worked. SO while she doesn’t attempt to poison him in this universe, she simply doesn’t care for him, hence just leaving him in pain on the sofa and not checking up on him was no biggie for her.

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ALL TOGETHER OR NOT AT ALL 1

(This is my first time posting in here. I hope you like!!!!)

Papa- Shota Aizawa (Hero Name- Eraserhead. Quirk- Eraser)

Dad- Hizashi Yamada (Hero Name- Present Mic. Quirk- Voice)

Mom-Kotia Curi. Now Yazawa. (Hero Name- Climate control. Quirk- Elements. Meaning she has fire, water, earth, wind.)

Daughter- Y/n Yazawa. (Hero name- unknown to the reader yet. Quirk- Elements.)

In a world where soulmates and quirks come alive. There were troubles between everything. Usually, you would want to find your soulmate and become stronger together. Most people did what was called ‘Quirk Marriages.’ They would get with someone who would make their future children extremely strong. These people would completely disregard their soulmates. This way, completely shaded upon.

You had those people who decided to stay with their soulmates.

Having one soulmate was extremely common.

Having two soulmates was rare.

But three soulmates were the rarest thing in the world.

Unknown Pov

It was Christmas Eve, and I was called into the line of hero work with my husband. Our wife is currently at home resting before the newborn is into this world. My husband and I would rather stay at home and enjoy this holiday with her, but the commission just would not let up.

“I just want to go home.” My husband Hizashi said as we just finished fighting the villains in front of us.

I looked at him with the most tired expression.

“I know. Do you really think I want to be out here right now?” I said and he shook his head. After the police officers showed up to take the villains, Hizashi and I started walking home.

“Any day now huh?” Hizashi said and I nodded.

“As excited as I am. I am nervous that I will not be a good father.” Hizashi said looking down with a frown. I stopped walking and looked at him.

“You will do fine. Stop thinking too much about it.” I said as we reached our house and heard a scream. We both ran in to see our wife, Kotia, hunched over, holding her stomach. She looked at us.

“It is time.”

Hizashi and I called the hospital and told them we were on the way. We grabbed everything we thought we would need and ran out of the house.

AT THE HOSPITAL

Once we got there, I ran to find Recovery Girl. She took us to a private room.

“I will be the only doctor in the room. Just to prevent certain things from happening.” Recovery Girl said while she smiled to our wife.

It was time for her to start pushing. Hizashi and I sat her on the bed and held her hand as she began to push.

(Time skip)

Christman Day

4:36 am.

It was done, Recovery girl took our child over to the table to clean the newborn off. Our wife wanted so badly to hold her child. Recovery Girl walked over to us and handed our newborn to us. It was a girl.

“We had a girl.” Kotia said with small tears running down her face.

“We did, and you did great.” I said kissing her forehead. Hizashi kissed her forehead and wiped it off with his shirt sleeve.

“Good job, Momma.” Hizashi said, trying to whisper the best he could.

She smiled and looked at our little girl.

“Y/n Yazawa.” She said and I picked the baby up.

“That is pretty.” I said kissing the child then her again.

“Get some rest. We will watch Y/n.” I said before taking the child out of the room, with Hizashi.

(Another time skips.)

6 Years later

Christmas day

5:45pm

The house became extremely cold. Like literal icebergs were in the house. Then, out of nowhere, a cheerful scream came from downstairs.

Hizashi and I got out of our cuddle session and ran to the sound. Just to see my wife holding our daughter up in the air, throwing her in circles.

“What is going on here?” I asked confused. Our wife put down our daughter and she ran over to me. Her hands were cold, like she had frost bite.

“Papa! I have a quirk!” She said as our family came in. Nezu, Hawks, Yagi, and Nemuri.

“What!? That is awesome baby.” I said, picking her up and then put her on my shoulder.

“You are like your momma. Controlling elements.” Hizashi said smiling

“Like Momma!” Our daughter said laughing and jumping around.

“But there is something else you should see.” Kotia said pointing at Y/n’s arm. She had a bunch of writing engraved on her arm.

I grabbed Y/n’s arm to look.

‘Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo’ Those were the names on her wrist.

“Three soulmates? That is not possible.... right?” Kotia said looking at Nezu.

“It is possible. But rare.” Nezu said looking up at the wrist.

“Does anyone know these boys?” I looked around and saw my wife nod.

“Katsuki and Izuku share a class with Y/n. Shoto is the son of the hero Endeavor son. They had a play date the other day when I had a meeting with Rei.” She said looking at Hizashi and I.

“So, we are going to pull her into homeschooling.” I said and everyone looked at me and rolled their eyes.

“You cannot be serious. We do not have time to teach her. So, that will not be able to work.” Hizashi said and I looked at him.

“We can teach her at UA. We have a ton of students with similar quirks. So, why not? Plus, if she wants to be a hero, it is an effective way to go.” Nezu said and we heard a sniffle.

“Why do I have to leave my school?” Y/n said tilting her head towards me. I never liked it when she was upset. I always felt like my heart ached.

“Y/n, you are too young to understand. You have a powerful quirk that needs to be worked on. If you want to be a hero, then we will make that happen. One day you will be able to join UA. For now, we will have teachers teach you and you will have classes for your quirk after you finish your schoolwork.” I said crouching down to her.

“But my friends.... I do not want to leave them.” She said, I looked for my wife and my husband.

“Maybe we can have her stay in classes, then after go to UA.” Kotia said and I thought about it.

“Fine.” I said and Y/n started to jump around.

(6 months later the last week Y/n will attend school with her friends)

My partners and I are attending our daughters' talent show. Y/n has kept quiet about the whole thing.

Both Midoriya’s mom and Bakugo’s mom walked up to our wife and started gushing about their children and the soulmate tattoos. Then the lights went out.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Masegaki Primary School’s talent show. We have many acts happening tonight and we cannot wait to show you. Our first act is a little shy, so please give her a warm welcome.” Masegaki’s principle said, as our daughter walked onto the stage with red cheeks.

She grabbed the mic off the stand and the music started.

(Celine Tam- Who I am)

I am done with all the drama

all the secrets you said to me are blown away

I am done with friendship

There's whole world waiting up for me

things have been going wrong

Do not know where I'm heading too I ask myself who are you

This is not meant to be

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

This not meant to be

who I am

make me imagine when stars are shining bright

listen to the birds tweet tweet

but this is not meant to be

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

This is not meant to be

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

Who I am

This is not meant to be

Who I am

We were surprised at the voice our daughter had. The crowd stood up, some clapping, others crying. At the end of the day, our daughter did amazing.

A woman walked up to my family and smiled.

“Hello, I run a talent agency in Korea. I believe your daughter would be a perfect fit for the idol industry.”

Kotia looked at me with happiness.

“We should allow it.” She looked at me then at Hizashi.

“What about her quirk? She still needs to train it.” I said looking down at her and I noticed her expression change.

“The company can allow her to train her"

From that day on, she was known as the world greatest singer

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