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[asexualbookbird]

I didn't complete my 24 in 2024 list, but that's okay. I read a lot of short books and that's okay. I tried something new and wrote a small blurb in a draft after finishing it, instead of cobbling together feelings from what I remembered throughout the month, and I liked that a lot. I'll continue to do that, it made this a lot easier. Officially gave up on Ga'Hoole, and don't feel guilty about it. There are better books in the world and I will find them. That is a threat.

The Screaming Stair Case by Jonathan Stroud ⭐⭐½ - I want to watch the tv show, and I always feel weird doing that before reading the book. I'm not sure what I was expecting but it wasn't another Jackaby. I will not delete my blog over it, but it was. Not great. Fine. Fun at times. Would be more fun if the author didn't hate fat people so much. A pet peeve of mine is when the main character is a girl but the series is named after the main boy in her life. Icky. Not the worst, but I'm not sure I want to continue the series. The audio narrator was Delightful.

The Shattering by Kathryn Lasky ⭐⭐ - GaHoole book five. I know I said at the start of the year I'd read what I owned, but I'm no longer having fun so this will be the last for me. I'd rather be reading Animorphs. The owls can't save it for me, I'm sorry. Still counting it towards my yearly list though.

I'm Afraid You've Got Dragons ⭐- by Peter S Beagle This was trying to be a T Kingfisher novel but couldn't figure out the right balance between humor and devastation and how it fits into a small amount of words. It tried to be a Terry Pratchett novel but couldn't figure out what satire was. Disappointing considering I was hyped for it when it was announced. Dragons eventually showed up, but it was too late for them to save it.

A Psalm for the Wildbuilt by Becky Chambers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ - reread for book club! Still adore it! This time around I was able to pinpoint WHY I adored it! It's because I too feel Aimless and Without A Purpose. So. Ouchie. It's also helping me figure out what I want out of a "cosy" novel (or novella). Internal personal conflict! I would still do anything for Mosscap.

A Prayer for the Crown Shy by Becky Chambers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ - reread for book club! Once again, Becky Chambers has flayed me open and picked apart my soul! Reading Monk & Robot is like sitting down and being given a cup of tea while I cry my heart out.

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson ⭐️⭐️⭐️ - "Is this what it means to lose someone? The pain never goes away, it just gets buried?" I think this ending hit me hard for different reasons than most people are going wild for. It was Fine. Not mad I read it, but don't see myself ever wanting to reread it. I like the idea of the library as a living thing and a character itself, but there were a few plot points that just seemed to be brushed aside.

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - I needed a safe tragedy I knew the end of and this did it. First time I actually shed tears over these words, but I needed it. It was fun to see and note the pieces that were laid out for later books, and I wonder, knowing some teasers we've gotten for Alecto, what TMuir means by Gideon wishing she could marry her sword.....

I don't have 2025 reading goals at this moment. Maybe that will change. It will probably change. I mean, there's the Usual, read the books I own, dangit, but that seems so. Boring. Typical. Everyone's doing that. Let me be ~Different~. I have a few fiber arts projects I'd like to do and finish, and I'd like to finish the sewing projects I started if only so I can pack all that up and put it away for a while. We're still hoping to move, so paring down my book collection is still an ongoing endeavor, and I do have a couple of art pieces I'd at the very least like to get sketched out. I want 2025 to be slow. I want 2025 to be quiet. I want 2025 to be kind. That's all I ask of it. Be kind.

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟwaking up a slumbering genius was never an easy feat, but you think that maybe you’ve gotten the hang of it.

♱ warnings: none, sfw! sleepy nagi + soft mornings, he’s a pro!player in this. / note: idk why it took me this long 2 do a sleepy morning piece for him, but now i feel so warm i’m crying <3

you think that nagi reminds you of the snooze button on your alarm clock, the one that you press too many times because you’re just not quite ready to face the day yet — succumbing to an extra few moments in bed instead.

waking up every morning was a struggle for sure, but you think it became a little harder when your first peek of daylight was accompanied by a messy mop of snowy hair, and your boyfriends still sleeping features that were a little too cute to pull away from yet. but getting up a little earlier to admire them was worth the extra yawns that day, you think.

“sei?” you ask softly as your fingertips brush the stray hairs from across his cheeks, because you know nagi’s alarm is gonna be waking him up in a few minutes anyway. but you also know he much preferred the sound of your voice compared to the shrill shriek of the ringtone.

“do you wanna get up?” you breathe again when you feel his arm around your waist squeeze with the soft twitch of his nose, and he sends you a heavy lidded, drowsy look from underneath his lashes before he’s grumbling. another brush of your fingertips along the apple of cheeks, and you feel him move closer to you instead of away, his arm around you making easy work of pulling you into him.

“nah, don���t wanna..” nagi eventually replies, low and ragged as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and sighs — melting into you like he’d never felt a place quite as comfy. “getting up ‘s such a pain, ‘ts cold.” but he feels warm as he wraps himself around you, he always was in the mornings especially — like the blanket you nuzzled yourself under every night.

his breathing evens out again as the silence settles in the room, and you’d assume he’d already fallen back asleep if you couldn’t feel him press gentle, sleepy kisses along the side of your neck and jawline.

“you gotta get up, sei. you have practice.” you try to reason, even as one of your hands returns to its place smoothing through his hair — making him shake his head drowsily before his fingers are tracing messy little shapes under the fabric of your shirt.

“what a bother, wanna stay here.” nagi huffs again, but you smile with the low hum of his voice when it’s accompanied by another kiss against your skin. but you’ve grown accustomed to the life of waking up your sleepy boyfriend, pro football player or not, he was still sort of just a big, lazy cat.

you hear his alarm sound after another few breaths, although you swear you feel him smile softly against your skin when you’re the one reaching to snooze it. but you giggle before shifting underneath him, rolling him onto his back so you can rest yourself against his chest.

nagi groans as he squints at you, the rooms still a little too bright for him right now but you find yourself giggling at the pout that rests on his lips, accompanied with the even more unkempt appearance of his bed head. but he’s still warm, you think again when his hand rests against the back of yours.

“no fair, don’t laugh at me.” your boyfriend grumbles before he’s rubbing the sleep from his eyes, blinking at you a few times before his thumb is brushing over yours affectionately. theres a silent little good morning that pools in the affectionate, sleepy look he gives you when you smile instead of reply.

but you just think he looks pretty when the sun is on his skin and the warmth lingers in the room when you look at him.

“seishiro..” you drawl, because you see the subtle sort of glow in nagi’s usually drowsy gaze light up the most when you say his name like that. your head is still on his chest and its silent for a few beats before he’s casting shadows on your face with the shape of his hand, his shirt looks good on you and the way your voice rings through the quiet of the room despite the way the silence is comfortable is nice.

“hm?” hes still pretty when he tilts his head at you, curiosity in his eyes and messy hair framing the subtle, sleepy flush of his cheeks, although he looks a little more awake now. it was sort of a blessing to love and be loved like this, you think.

“if you get up.. you can play games while i make breakfast.” it was one of the easiest ways to get nagi up, like a little bargaining chip. even though you know it’s gonna be significantly tougher for you because he was always clingier in the mornings, long limbs wrapped around you as he follows you around the kitchen despite the way his attention is on his phone screen. but he liked knowing you were there.

you love the subtle raise in his brows at your words, and you think it’s charming the way he blinks slowly like he’s thinking it over before he’s pushing himself up, sliding you onto his lap as you lay in place and watch the way his muscles flex as he stretches.

and you think love can be like this too.

“eh, im awake now. c’mon, angel.. we gotta get up.”

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[linphd]

Taking care of their baby alone | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> It had been around 6 months your baby was born, but it was the first time he had to take care of them alone, you being ready to return to your hero paperwork.

-> (S/N) is son’s name and (D/N) is daughter’s name. Obviously, the students are adults and pros.

-> Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki.

Denki Kaminari

Denki ? Alone with a baby ? Of course he was panicking ! He couldn’t even take care of himself ! « You’re old enough to make and have a baby, you’re old enough to take care of one. » you had told him in response to his whines.

And here he was, sitting (S/N) on his lap while staring at him. « It’s so funny how I love you so much and you didn’t even do anything, right ? » he asked the toddler. He snorted at the lack of emotion in the baby’s eyes, and decided to change to some baby channel on TV.

« Here ! Cool music, right ? See ? » he said, turning the kid so he could face the TV. « Little cats ! Mio, Mao, Mio, Mao, lalalalala ! » he started singing. But his son groaned. « Awwwn, you don’t like it ? But it was your dad/mom’s favorite baby show when they were a little baby just like you ! » he explained.

But then he understood why (S/N) groaned. « Oh. You pooped. » He made a disgusted face, but he changed him anyways. After all, he had trained with Kirishima and Sero to be the fastest diaper changer, so he was kind of an expert at changing diapers.

But after that, (S/N) started crying. « Nooooo ! What do you have ? » Denki whined, hugging his son. But then he got an idea. He would sing him a song from his childhood ! … but he wasn’t really inspired right now, so the only thing that came out was :

« It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake- » and unfortunately, this only made the poor baby cry louder. « Noooo, I’m sorry dadda’s stupid ! » Denki whined again. « I’m a bad dadda ! » he hugged his son closer. « You laugh the most when I’m dumb from my quirk on TV… OH. » He was a genius !

He quickly went to the living room again, looking for an extract where he got dumb on TV. « See ? It’s me ! It’s dadda when he overused his quirk ! » he said, imitating himself with his thumbs up. And just like that, (S/N)’s tears made place to laughters.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki was nothing but confident about taking care of his baby alone. (S/N) was an exact copy of him, after all. And he knew how to take care of himself ! « Too bad you’re feeling down today, you won’t have a perfect day with daddy. » he said, picking him up.

Indeed, (S/N) had been kinda sick during the night and had thrown up a few times. His forehead was still warm today, so Katsuki was being careful. « I’m gonna bake a cake for mommy/daddy, you better not throw up when I do that ! » he said, babywearing him on his stomach and hips.

Katsuki allowed his son to taste some melted chocolate from the recipe, but that was all. He ended up falling asleep while his father baked, and the blonde thought he was an expert at being a dad… until (S/N) woke up.

Luckily, he was in his crib, because he threw up and started crying. Katsuki went to pick him up and kiss his forehead. « Shhhh » he kept saying. Once (S/N) wasn’t crying anymore -but still with teary eyes- the man took off his clothes to put him in pyjamas instead. « Clean clothes ! All good. »

Still, his son looked very sad. « I hope it’s not the little taste of chocolate I gave you earlier. » he said, laying next to his kid, looking at him. « You’re the cutest little shit, I’m gonna take care of you forever. » he murmured. « Hey. I know something that made me laugh. Maybe it will make you laugh too. »

Katsuki remembered that time Camie made an illusion of Shoto and it had made him laugh hysterically. So, he stood up and said « I wanna see your cute face » looking (S/N) right into his eyes. The toddler laughed so much he rolled on his back on the couch and… threw up again… from laughter this time.

« Ohhhh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry ! » the blonde said, picking up yet again his toddler full of vomit. Luckily, he wasn’t crying this time. « It’s okay, we’re gonna take a bath so you’ll be all clean when mom/dad comes back. » he said, taking his son to the bathroom. Yep. Being a dad was so easy.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto seemed confident to take care of his daughter without you in the house to arrive in case something happens. So you had left happily. In reality he was absolutely terrified. Sure, he had seen you taking care of (D/N). But it was his only example !

The little girl didn’t seem to mind that you were gone, which was a good start. Shoto only had to change her and play a bit with cubes with her, and then he got bored of it so he decided to bring a little baby illustration book. « See ? A cat. Meow » he started.

(D/N) mostly looked at him rather than the book. She was very young, after all. But one page caught her attention. Shoto pointed to a prince. « Prince. He has a nice costume. » he said, talking as if she understood. But she actually poked the illustration, touching her father’s hand.

« Oh ? You like it ? » Shoto remembered about his Halloween costume you had kept ; a prince outfit. He took his daughter and went upstairs, changing. When he was fully costumed, he heard her squeal and she grabbed her feet. He snorted. « You’re adorable ! » he said, picking her up.

They went back downstairs and Shoto put on some baby songs and cartoons on TV. He didn’t know if she really cared or understood, but she stayed calm the whole afternoon. After giving her food, making funny noises and having to eat some baby food to make her accept to eat everything, Shoto hugged her to sleep.

When you arrived back home, you found them on the couch, (D/N) sleeping in her father’s arms. « I’m back ! Was she nice ? » you asked. Shoto nodded. « She’s really well-behaved for a baby. » he replied, making you giggle.

« And you’re wearing your Halloween costume ? » you asked, a bit confused. « We played dress-up ! » he replied, making you giggle -how could you have not guessed ?! Seeing you happy about how he took care of (D/N), Shoto thought that taking care of a baby alone wasn’t so bad, after all.

[withoutmonsterswebecomethem]

"Oh yeah." Nodding, Bryn thinks about it some more. Of course, who wouldn't like to know what animals were thinking, especially with your pets. Bryn shrugged a bit, "We should focus more on learning telekinesis." He suggests playfully. Though, he would say it was just as easy to pay attention. He thought of himself as very good at this, where it mattered, anyway. As Alice went on, he gave her a listening ear, grinning, amused. Bryn nodded, "I'd say that's the most likely. Usually, as warnings, animals make noises. At least that could be the main purpose, outside of crying, or fear." Narrowing his gaze downward for a moment, he frowned a bit, thinking about what he just said. "But take that with a grain of salt." Tsking, he played off regretting going to university for other STEM branches besides animal science. Lifting his head and closing his eyes, he mutters something about focusing on math too much, still playing the act up.

Pulling out another book, Bryn looked toward the other as she asked about his work in the theater, "Ah-well, not exactly. No. I work for it sometimes. Helping with any choreography, stuff like that. Teaching them to fly on brooms or just,-" Moving his left hand to express flying, and going on, "Flying or movement in intense scenes." He described. Blowing out a breath, he dropped his head a bit then, "Outside that, I help out as a dance instructor over at the dance studio." Thumbing in the general direction the dance studio would be in over his shoulder as he said this. Bryn thought, then continued with the next question she asked, "Well, since I was maybe twelve, officially. But here, only several years now. Maybe four?" Shifting to one side, he lifted his book a bit and opened it, reading the first page.

Glancing over as Alice went on, he grinned. Bryn liked mythology, quite a lot. He thought over what Alice said for a moment before saying, "What kind of mythology?" Bryn liked most of them, he knew there was an Ology book on Egypt. But had yet to find any on other places or mythologies based around places. Looking again toward the cats, he gave a nod, "If only that, right?" He smiled. As she answered his question, he nodded along with the types of stories she read. He enjoyed those, also, "Ah! Nice. I really enjoyed Dracula, read it as a kid, and I think it's basically ruined my entire life since then." Bryn says, completely amused. But, he also enjoyed mysteries, "Reading any good mysteries lately?" Pausing, he considered one of the last books he read, "I've been reading The Thursday Murder Club. Have you ever heard about that?

Letting out a small chuckle, she shook her head and said "Oh, I highly doubt that they're accurate. But I don't know, it's just kind of fun, to guess what an animal might be thinking." She listened as he spoke--apparently, he didn't think it was accurate either, and he was probably right. "They say that cats started meowing specifically for humans, to get their attention--apparently, communication between other cats is usually not as vocal. But what I do know? I'm not a cat scientist," she chuckled.

She raised her eyebrows when he mentioned that he was a choreographer. That was surprising but in a good way. "Oh, you work at the theater? How long have you been doing that?" Alice was a theater lover herself, though she could've never actually done it. It sounded terrifying getting up on stage in front of people. And besides, she couldn't sing a lick, no matter how much she loved musicals.

Smiling at the thought of reading one of those books with Rhea, she grew curious. "I wonder if they have some of those here, that's a really great idea. I'd love to get her one about mythology." After all, Rhea was named after a Greek goddess (and a Titan). She smiled at the thought of it being a 'core memory.' She was hopeful to give her daughter lots of happy core memories. "She'll love the cats," she laughed in agreement. His inquiry about her interests was a little surprising to her, though she wasn't sure why. "Oh, um... Classic gothic literature used to be my favorite--you know, Frankenstein, Dracula, Dorian Gray, the lot. But these days, I enjoy mysteries." What a shocker. But she couldn't help it--besides, she felt that reading mysteries helped her practice identifying clues and finding the puzzle pieces of a bigger picture.

[angstyx]

I just, I want to see Fundy as the absolute Cat Dad that he is. I want to have a cat with Fundy please I love him and Boots so much I will cry

Boots

CC!Fundy x Reader

Word Count: 490+ words

Summary: Boots, you and your boyfriend’s cat, couldn't be found. So you decided to ask your boyfriend for help.

TW: cursing

Note: to those who don’t know, “Boots” is the name of Fundy’s cat; this fic isn’t about the type of shoes lmao

Also im pretty sure that Boot's a she but correct me if I'm wrong

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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“God dammit” You cursed under your breath as you continued to search for you and your boyfriend’s cat, Boots. Although you clearly needed help finding her, you didn’t want to interrupt your boyfriend as he was currently streaming.

You held the small pieces of cat food with your thumb and pointer finger as your scans scanned the room you were in. Currently you were in the living room, a place where Boots usually was besides you and your boyfriend’s room.

It’s been about an hour and a half since you started searching for Boots and about two hours since she was last seen in your sight. You sighed as you stood back up from your crouching position. Your back was stiff from bending down to check under tables. Maybe you should ask Fundy for help? You thought, immediately erasing that idea after remembering that he was streaming.

After another thirty minutes looking for the sly cat, you gave up searching by yourself; you desperately needed Fundy’s help.

As you walked up the stairs to your boyfriend's streaming room, you heard his voice which was currently thanking subs. When you saw him, you knocked on the wall and watched as he turned his head as well as his whole body to face you.

"Need anything, babe?" You were about to open your mouth to ask where Boots was when you finally spotted her — sleeping peacefully right on your boyfriend's lap. As the words you were about to say died in your mouth, your boyfriend looked at you in confusion.

"Babe, do you need help fo-" "How long has Boots been here?"

You cut your boyfriend off as he raised his eyebrows. His computers were still on while one of them showed him in a minecraft world while the other showed his chat and other stuff.

"Like uh let me think..." Your gaze went to your cat as you almost, almost cooed at how peaceful and adorable she looked. Boots was lying peacefully on your boyfriend's lap and her eyes were closed, soft purrs escaping her mouth every once in a while.

"An hour or so?" You mentally groaned. "Why?"

"Cause I've been trying to find her for two fucking hours." You could tell how hard your boyfriend was trying not to laugh as you glared at him.

"What? I didn't see her for a while and thought she escaped through a window I left open and I was worried and-..." You stopped rambling as you shook your head. "Never-mind, anyways, I just thought she escaped, that's all."

"You know, I appreciate how much you care for Boots..." You feel your face get red as you mutter an excuse. As you quickly start to head back downstairs, you hear Fundy laugh at your flustered state. What you didn't hear was Fundy talk to his viewers as he was petting Boots.

"They're adorable, aren't they, chat?" And everyone knew he wasn't talking about his cat.

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[flightlessangelwings]

Mine

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), no use of y/n, unprotected sex, fucking into the mattress, a hint of cockwarming, possessive!Veracruz, protective!Veracruz, feelings...?!

Notes: So this idea was brought to me by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ like months ago and I finally got around to writing it!! The smut here is actually pretty tame for V but there’s been more and more feelings every time I write for him. Just wait til y’all read the next part I have planned... 😈

God that gif.... 🥵

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“Comandante… Comandante?”

Veracruz groaned as the voice on the other side of his tent called his name. The sun was barely up, and he was not ready to face the day and his men just yet. Instead, he buried his head in the crook of your neck as you slept soundly on your side next to him. You were a welcome warmth against his body, even in the heat of the jungle. Veracruz didn’t care about the heat as long as he had you securely in his grip, and he could have stayed like that for longer had the sound of his name not interrupted the moment.

“V,” you croaked in a sleep-ridden voice as you shifted yourself, “You should see what he wants.”

The comandante huffed against your skin, though he knew you were right. You both knew that voice too: a new young private who recently joined the team. He was a good soldier, and was very ambitious, which was a great trait to have unless it was the crack of dawn and Veracruz wanted to be left alone just a bit longer.

With a grunt, Veracruz pulled himself off of the cot that the two of you shared. You barely moved as you opted to stay in place and go back to sleep, and for that Veracruz was envious. He ran his hands through his hair to smooth it out before he stood up and into his pants and boots. He left his pants low on his hips and loose with the intention of tossing them off the moment the private left his tent.

Before he moved to open the entrance flap to the tent, Veracruz turned around and admired your beautiful sleeping form. You were still completely bare from the night before, just how he liked it. However, Veracruz would not stand for anyone else to see you that intimately, so he pulled the sheet up to cover your body completely.

You let out a groan of protest, “V, it’s too hot for that,” you rolled over so that your back was to him once more and lifted your arm up over the sheet. You also kicked your leg out to try and get as much air against your skin as possible.

“Stay covered while they’re in here,” he told you in a firm tone as he made sure your midsection was covered.

You decided not to argue and you let Veracruz cover you while keeping your limbs over the sheet. All you wanted to do was go back to sleep anyway, so you stayed still while he tucked the sheet under your arm and secured it tightly before he gave a satisfied grunt and turned towards the tent entrance.

“What is it?” Veracruz greeted the young private in an annoyed tone.

“I-I wanted,” he stuttered as his eyes ran over Veracruz’s bare chest, “We have to go over the maps,” he finally completed his thought.

“Very well,” Veracruz sighed as he stepped aside to let the young man in.

He sheepishly slunk by and placed the maps in his arms on the table before he started to go over the routes and possible locations of their targets. Veracruz leaned over onto the table as his pants hung low on his hips. The two men stayed locked in a low conversation until movement from behind Veracruz caught the young private’s attention.

You had rolled a bit in your sleep and as you did, the blanket slipped down off your shoulder. The private was caught awestruck as he stared at your bare skin that peeked out from under the sheet. His eyes trailed down as he took in all the curves of your body under the sheet until he saw the hint of leg that stuck out from the end. He bit his lip and his breath caught in his throat. That was until Veracruz noticed the way his gaze lingered on you and he snapped.

Veracruz swifty placed himself in front of the private to block his line of sight and he grabbed the young man by the jaw, “Avert your eyes or I will remove them,” he sneered in warning through gritted teeth.

“Y-yes sir,” he mumbled as his gaze moved from you to the comandante’s bare chest. The new sight only made him more flustered and Veracruz felt the way his skin heated up under his grip. “Sorry sir,” he added in a hushed tone as he dropped his gaze down to the ground.

Veracruz grinned in satisfaction as the two of them finished up their meeting. It gave him a great sense of enjoyment to see how flustered the young man became at just the slightest threat. The comandante knew how his men talked, and he knew that it was well known how protective he was of you. You were untouchable, everyone knew that, but sometimes the men couldn’t help but stare at times when they thought he wasn’t looking. 

The private quickly finished up his thoughts and scrambled out of the tent like a little mouse under the gaze of a hungry cat. Veracruz smirked as he zipped the tent shut and immediately rushed back to be at your side once more.

You let out a contented sigh when you felt his possessive hold on you once more as you slowly woke up, “Everything alright, V?”

He nodded subtly against your shoulder as he gently bit down on your exposed skin there, determined to leave a mark where everyone could see.

While you had been half asleep during the whole meeting, you had heard enough to know what happened to make Veracruz act extra protective of you. You closed your eyes and nuzzled your head against his as you took his hand in yours, “Don’t be so hard on him, V,” you spoke softly, “He’s just a kid, he didn’t mean any harm.”

“That doesn’t excuse staring at what is mine,” Veracruz growled against your skin as he kissed and nipped along the sensitive skin of your neck. He grinned against you when you let out a soft moan. Encouraged, he bit down harder and rocked his hips against you.

You let out a sigh as you bucked your ass back against him, knowing full well how much that wound him up. You wanted it, though, you wanted him. And he wanted you.

Veracruz shifted his weight as he grabbed your chin and turned your face around to face him. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and when the fire behind your eyes matched his own, Veracruz crushed your lips together in a heated and passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you parted your lips for him. Both of you felt how hard he got already as he pressed his cosk against your body.

With the fire lit, Veracruz pushed you back down onto the mattress and ripped the sheet off your body. His hand quickly found its way between your legs and he let out a primal growl when he felt how wet you were already. You clutched at the mattress as he pushed two fingers into you while his thumb played with your clit.

“V…”

“Tell me what you want, cariño,” he commanded in a tone that made you clench around his fingers.

Your voice was nothing more than a breathy whisper, “You.”

“Good answer,” he groaned into your ear as he pulled his fingers out and lined himself up before you even had a chance to whimper at the loss. Slowly but firmly, he pushed himself into you and he savored every moan and cry of pleasure you let out as he filled you. Once he was completely sheathed in you, Veracruz stilled himself and just savored the feeling of you around his cock and underneath his body.

Despite the heat, you welcomed the warmth from Veracruz’s body that engulfed you, and the feeling of how he filled and stretched you drove all your senses wild. You couldn’t help but babble incoherent praises for him as he pressed himself against you as much as possible. “You V… I only want you… Feels so good, V…”

Your words made his cock twitch inside you, and the more you went on, the harder it was for Veracruz to keep himself still, “Good girl,” he growled as he slowly rocked himself in and out of you.

The only sounds that filled the tent were the squeak of the cot as Veracruz sped up his thrusts and your moans. You tightened your grip on the mattress as he pushed your body into it and fucked you harder. His hands gripped at your hips as he pounded into you, fueled by all the beautiful noises you made for him and him alone.

“Louder, cariño,” Veracruz fully pushed himself into you and stilled for a moment, “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

The cry you let out was downright sinful as Veracruz started his hard and fast pace again, and you only cried out loud when he snaked a hand around your stomach and fiddled at your clit. 

“Mine,” he growled as a rush of possessive fury flowed through him and fueled his hips. 

“Yours… V…” you moaned his name as you let him take complete control of your body.

Veracruz pounded into you as your moans turned into screams when he hit that sweet spot inside you, “Come for me cariño,” he ordered as he thrusted into you furiously, his grip on you tight enough to leave marks but neither of you cared. It didn’t take much longer for you to come undone as you came with a loud scream. Your entire body trembled as you shook with the intensity of your orgasm while Veracruz continued to pound into you until he came as well. His own groan of your name was drowned out by your moans, but that was just how he wanted it.

Once he rode out both of your intense orgasms, Veracruz collapsed down on top of you. Even through the tiredness, he was still careful in how he landed on you so as to not cause you any harm. His cock stayed buried deep inside you, a connection that neither of you wanted to break.

The two of you could have been content to stay like that for hours if it weren't for the sound of the comandante’s name in a new voice just outside the tent. You both let out exasperated sighs as you knew your blissful moment was gone. Reluctantly, Veracruz pulled out of you and rolled off the cot. You stayed face down for another few moments before you too got up and the two of you dressed in silence.

Once you were both dressed, you locked eyes again, and your breath caught in your throat. There were moments when you felt like it was your first time setting eyes on him, and his intense fire took your breath away every single time. Especially when he was dressed in his uniform, it drove you absolutely wild. Without a word, you crossed the small space of the tent and grabbed Veracruz’s collar and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. 

Veracruz froze for a quick moment, completely caught off guard at your brazen action, but reciprocated the kiss with just as much passion. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his body again like you had been separated for weeks instead of just minutes. The two of you could have stayed locked together for longer, had the sound of a clearing throat interrupted you.

“Stay safe out there, comandante,” you told him with a wink as you fixed the collar you messed up when you grabbed him.

He smirked at you as he brushed the side of your face with the back of his hand. Veracruz opened his mouth to say something back, but he closed it again and walked out of the tent with nothing more than a nod. You watched him leave and even though the heat of the jungle was in the air all around you, you suddenly felt cold without him there.

As the comandante left his tent and made his way across the camp, he grabbed one of his men stationed along the perimeter. “Stay with her,” he growled his order to his subordinate, “Do not let her leave your sight for a second.” 

“Sir she’s perfectly safe in the camp…” 

“I don’t care!” Veracruz roared, “If anything happens to her, I’ll…” he clenched his jaw and didn’t even finish the thought. After a moment of intense eye contact, Veracruz pushed the man away as he stormed off and left a slew of stunned and confused faces behind him. Everyone knew how possessive he was of you, but this outburst was something else, and no one knew what to make of it.

Was the comandante actually…? 

[soft-for-them]

cogs turn ♡ caleb widogast x reader

anon: Romance? Caleb widoghast? Telling him he IS worthy of love? Mayhaps?!!

gender neutral reader (anyone can read), this boy needs all the hugs! not proof read,

couldn't find a gif to match the fic so just imagining hugging caleb like this,

‘Caleb?’ you whisper with trepidation as you watch to man you’re in love with sit on the edge of the tavern bed, his head in his hands and the cogs in his mind very loudly clicking in thought.

You are leaning on the door frame of his small room, a small goblet of wine in one hand and a plate of food in the other.

The Nein had all had a nice hearty meal in the small tavern, alcohol being drunk like water and smiles all around. Well, everyone had a smile except Caleb.

Caleb Widogast . The man you have slowly but surely fallen in love with over the course of the Nein’s journey. You had both become friends very quickly due to you also being a wizard, though at the time of meeting you weren’t the best only really knowing basic healing magic.

Though whilst you can say you are quite similar to Caleb in most respects you know that you don’t overthink as much as him.

‘Caleb.’ You say again but louder.

His face peers up to you and for a moment it looks like his face buffers. His hands fall to his chin and his eyes widen and dilate, the cogs still clicking away in his brain.

‘You hardly eat your food so I thought…’ you trail off but you raise you hands up to show him the food and drink.

‘You didn’t have too-‘ he looks up to your face to see your concern, ‘-but thank you.’

He sulks up, one hand rubbing his eyes which are red in irritation, his over hand takes the plate from your hand.

‘Nott stole some of the best wine for you.’ You try to cheer him up, passing him the goblet.

Caleb mutters another thank you and sits back down in his place on the edge of the bed, the plate on his lap and the cup being held in both hands. He sniffs the wine and grimaces at the overly pungent smell. He places the cup down on the ground.

‘Most expensive wine doesn’t mean it taste nice?’ you try to joke, stepping into the room.

‘It smells too sweet.’ he plainly says whilst looking down at his food, ‘It’s my favourite.’

His smile, the small smile that disappears in an instant, blooms on his face.

‘A bit of magic and voilà!’ your hands move in awkward movements as you edge closer him, ‘I asked the tavern owner if I could use her kitchen in the back.’

‘You’re too kind (y/n).’

A long silence drowns the room as Caleb begins to pick and eat at his food, you don’t know if you should leave or stay. You’re kind of in a limbo standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

Though he is eating Caleb still seems off, his brows more knitted together and his back hunched over.

‘Do you want me to get Nott?’ you suddenly ask, knowing that the goblin woman is probably better at comforting him.

Caleb shakes his head in a ‘no’ but he does pat the spot next to him on the bed.

‘Come sit (y/n).’ With quick and long steps, you place yourself down next to Caleb with just enough room that he still has room to move.

You pat down your baggy high waist trousers and puffy sleeved shirt, more for something to do with your hands then to actually smooth the folds in your clothes. Your wizard robes have long been discarded once everyone had started eating so you feel a bit exposed.

Normally you’re drowning in plush purple robes with many pockets and buttons to fiddle with.

 Caleb stops eating and focuses his eyes on your hands, which are now fiddling on your lap.

‘Are you ok (y/n)?’ you lift your face to look at him, his face snapping up to connect his eyes with you for a short moment.

His eyes are dilated so big, it reminds you of a cat.

‘I’m totally fine Caleb, are you ok?’ you press hoping that he’d talk to you.

‘I-‘ he pauses then places his plate on the floor next to the wine, ‘I been thinking a lot.’

‘It’s all you ever do Caleb.’ You slide closer to the man, ‘I can practically hear the cogs turning in your head.’

You both look up to each other, eyes not parting this time, a small dusting of red appearing on your cheeks.

‘What are you thinking of Caleb.’ It’s not really a question per say it’s more of a thought said out loud whilst you’re being distracted by his bright but puffy red eyes. You can see the sadness on his face now that you so close to him.

‘He’s been crying.’ You think, your eyebrows knitting together and lips going into a small frown.

‘You don’t want to hear about my worries.’

‘Caleb.’ You tentatively place your hand on his arm, ‘I am here for you… Please tell what’s wrong.’

He can see the pain on your face but you are unsure if he knows that you like him a lot and that seeing him so sad makes you feel sad too. You don’t want him to feel sadder because you now feel sad but when you’re around Caleb you just can’t control your emotions.

You’re like an open book when around him, you just hope that he is able to read you.

You can feel his arm twitch at your touch but then relax, the hairs on his arm are raised. Your other free hand goes and takes his hand on the same arm. He immediately grasps onto you.

‘I’ve just been thinking too much.’ he can see that he can tell you anything and you’ll keep it a secret till the day you die, he can trust you, ‘I’ve realised that I don’t deserve love.’

Your hand clutches around his and you move right up so your sides are touching.

‘Caleb Widogast !’ your voice is more shocked that loud, it sounds like you’re about to cry then and there, ‘You deserve all the love in the world!’

Your thumb rubs his knuckles as your eyes begin to water.

‘It’s don’t d-‘

‘It is not true!’ you can see that his eyes are watering too, ‘You may not feel like you deserve love but you do! Anyway, you can’t really decide if you deserve it or not especially is someone already loves you.’

‘But no one loves me.’ A tear runs down your face.

‘All the Nein loves you and I love you.’ The sentence is merely a sob that lets the dam of tears free from your eyes. Caleb’s tears also start to flow but his face covey utter confusion.

The cogs in his brain tick as he thinks once more but eventually his face turns into a soft smile, not the sad face he had before.

‘You can’t.’ the sentence is a knee jerk reaction; he is overwhelmed with confusion and happiness from your words.

‘I bloody well can love you.’ You choke out through the tears, ‘And I understand if you don’t like me back but you need to know that you are loved so much.’

 Once again Caleb pauses but his mind has only one thought.

He loves you too.

There is still the voice in his head that is telling him that he doesn’t deserve you but at this moment it’s so easy to ignore.

He tries to stutter out a coherent sentence but he can’t, all he does is lean over placing his forehead against yours.

‘You are worthy of all the love in this world.’ You mutter as you take your free hand and place it on his cheek.

Much like a cat he nudges his cheek more into your hand and you are happy to stroke his face with your thumb, wiping away the stray tears.

‘Can we stay here like this for a while?’ he asks.

‘We can stay like this forever if you want.’

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Nott is atop of Jester’s shoulders, the both of them drunk off their asses on the sweet but stolen wine. Nott is in a rare overly happy drunk state whilst Jester mutter old songs as she stumbles to Nott and Caleb’s shared room.

‘Shhh, we need to be quiet!’ Jester slurs very loudly as she lowers Nott down in front of the bedroom door.

The women both laugh a drunk laugh as Nott open the door. She slowly shuts the door ajar and turn to Jester.

‘Can I stay in your room tonight?’ she asks.

‘But (y/n) is in my room.’ Jester states.

All Nott does is drag Jester to the crack of the door to see a sleeping Caleb and you in the dim candlelight.

Caleb’s arms are wrapped right around you, his face nestled in the crook of you neck. Your head is on top of his and your legs are wrapped around him. It may seem comfortable but the two of you are in bliss as you both sleep, neither of you letting go.

‘Awwww!’ Jester coos.

‘I knew it!’ Nott cheers.

‘Come along Miss the Brave we do not want to wake the love birds.’ Jester Drunkenly says pulling the goblin, who is as happy as a mother can be about Caleb and you.

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GIVE.HIM.ALL.OFF.THE.LOVE.IN.THE.WORLD

anyhow, i’ve been trying to  make my fics gender neutral unless the request says otherwise, so i hope i haven’t left any gendered thing in here.

request for critical role are open (just not i’m not fully up to date...)

[smegdwarf]

But Who Could Love Me? (Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 12

Warnings: nightmares and panic attacks but mostly fluff as usual ...oh and the usual implied stuff 👀

Summary: Basically giving Rimmer the love he deserves.

You were suddenly back in the medi bay only it was much darker this time as everything rattled around you, the ship shaking from an extortionately loud clap of thunder ...a little odd given you were in the middle of deep space miles away from any kind of asteroid or planet. You could feel the same searing heat in your hands that Rimmer’s burnt out bee gave you before only to look down and see his light bee in shattered pieces in your hands. You tried to scream, speak ...anything but all that came was silence, you could feel your throat closing, almost as if someone was behind you with their hands around your neck, what felt like your heartbeat rang through your ears as it threatened to jump out of your chest ...wholly impossible being a hologram. Gripped by the terror and sheer panic you tried once more to scream or make some kind of noise to alert the others but once again nothing, your body completely paralyzed as you tried desperately to move, a faint whisper in the back of your mind telling you he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it as you finally let out a loud cry.

It was then your eyes shot open, gasping for air as you managed to get your body under control. Thank god it was a nightmare you thought as you turned to see Rimmer peacefully sleeping beside you, he was ok, he was as alive as can be. You gently brushed back his hair from his forehead before placing a kiss. It took every ounce of your hard light not to throw yourself on top of him and blubber like a baby. As you turned over to try and go back to sleep his arm slowly snuck round you, pulling you into him.

“You had a nightmare” Rimmer mumbled in your ear “You’re alright”

He was barely awake as he tried to calm you down, you jolting awake must’ve have stirred him a little.

“Your light bee was shattered, you were gone” You sniffed, trying not to cry as you told him what happened.

“I’m fine” He smiled as he gently turned you to lay on your back so you could see him “Absolutely fine”

“But your light bee” You mumbled as you reached out to hold his face in your hands.

“I’m fine” He said again, placing a soft kiss to the palm of your hand.

“But...” You stared up at him as he placed a finger to your lips.

“I’m tickety boo ...peachy even” He chuckled as you cracked a soft quiet laugh at what everyone would call a ‘rimmerism’, after all he was the only one to use the phrase  ‘ticketyboo and peachy’ in the entire universe.

“You’re weird you know that?” You smirked as you brushed his hair back out of his face.

“Well you must be even weirder if you’re with me?” Rimmer grinned.

“Well played!” You let your thumb softly graze his cheek as he leant in to kiss you ...the moment abruptly ruined by an alarm blaring from your watch on the side, the two of you looking at each other for what to do next.

“Every bloody time!” Rimmer grumbled “Do we need to go? I’m sure they can handle it?”

“Are you sure you want leave whatever is going on in their hands?” You raised your eyebrow at him, you knew the other three were more than capable of dealing with whatever it was but Rimmer felt otherwise.

“God fine” Rimmer pretended to sulk as he got up.

With a quick snap of the fingers and a somewhat short journey to Starbug you were eventually reunited with the others.

“Hey lads whats going on?” You asked “Look who’s back?”

It was then you noticed that Cat looked as if he was about to lose his breakfast as he and the two others refused to make eye contact.

“Oh we know he’s back” Lister smirked, eyes glued to the console in front of him.

“What do you mean?” You asked as you and Rimmer looked at each other.

“Maybe Mr Cat would like to explain?” Kryten looked over at the feline who looked like he was going to barf any second.

“I’m good thanks” Cat groaned.

“Well someone needs to explain?” You demanded as Rimmer looked at you, his eyes widened as it dawned on him.

“Cat could smell that he was back” Lister explained, sarcasm in his voice.

“What do you... oh crap” You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Remind me to get him a couple of corks for Christmas” Rimmer grumbled, you had both forgotten Cats super sonic sense of smell, the sense of smell that had caught whiff of the pheromones created by the previous night you and Rimmer had shared together.

“Well that and the noise” Lister cleared his throat still refusing to look at either of you.

“Yeah well you can blame...” before you could finish that sentence Rimmer’s hand was over your mouth.

“Ignore her!” Rimmer blushed as you licked the palm of his hand to get him to remove it from your face, wiping it on his trouser leg with a grumble “argh”

“Oh bite me ...we’ve done worse than that” You smirked at Rimmer as the other three shuddered awkwardly in their seats, Rimmer mimicking you as he sat down, the two of you behaving like kids on a playground.

“Alright you can stop now” Lister grumbled, tutting and sighing as you sat on Rimmer’s lap, with the pure intention to piss everyone off that little bit more “I swear to god, you better not get up to any funny business in here when it’s your watch ...and it definitely better not be in my seat”

“Ha uh oh” You sniggered as Rimmer buried his face in your shoulder “We may already be guilty there Dave”

“ARGH GOD” Lister shouted, bolting out of his chair.

“Calm down we only kissed” You were enjoying winding Lister up far too much.

“Not to worry sir, I’ll disinfect your chair in just a moment” Kryten turned to look at you “Ma’am could I have a word?”

“Look Krytes we were just messing around, we didn’t mean any harm” You rambled as you walked out of the cockpit assuming Kryten was going to tell you off until you noticed him walk over to the table in the middle of Starbugs stern and pick up something “Krytes?”

“Remember Miss Kochanski’s missing holo disc?” Kryten replied.

“Of course, my gimboid of a boyfriend flushed it into deep space?” You smiled as Kryten sighed “Sorry, go on”

“Well I checked the personality files like I said and I managed to create a new disc” Kryten held out the box in his hands.

“Kryten you rubber headed angel!” You exclaimed as you grabbed his face, pulling him down to kiss the top of his head, had it been possible he would have definitely been blushing “Would you keep it safe for me? Definitely don’t tell Arnold!”

“Of course ma’am” Kryten cracked a smile “Now if you don’t mind I have a chair to disinfect”

Things were returning to normal, Rimmer was back and winding the others up with your help while the boys were bickering like usual. The balance of the ship had been restored ...well almost.

After spending the morning checking out a derelict you had all finally returned to the dwarf, the mornings escapade had been forgotten as you and Lister stood in the boys quarters throwing a pair of balled up socks to each other across the room, socks that belonged to Rimmer as you refused to even be in the same vicinity as Listers.

“Sorry about this morning” You smiled as you threw the socks over to Lister “I know we can be quite irritating”

“Well he can be yeah” Lister smiled as he caught them and prepared to throw them back “but it’s alright I’m used to it at this point”

“I’ll give you that one” You replied catching them and quickly throwing them back again.

“Anyway annoying as you two can be, I’ve never seen him as happy as he is with you” Lister looked down at the floor “I nor anyone else is going to take that away from either of you ...no matter how annoying”

It was nice to have a deep and meaningful conversation with Lister, it was also nice to hear him talk so kindly about Arnold considering most times he wanted to punch him in the face.

“And anyway how is he supposed to keep me sane without you around to keep him sane” Lister grinned throwing the socks back over.

“I guess that’s one way of looking at it” You laughed a little.

“After everything he’s been through, he deserves someone like you in his life” Lister stopped what he was doing “I don’t know anyone else who would’ve sat with his light bee for a month and waited till he came back”

“Yeah ...yeah me neither” You felt an overwhelming sense of dread roll over you, tightness in your throat much like in your nightmare only this was real and you were awake.

“Y/N? You alright?” You could only just hear Lister as everything in the room blurred together as your breathing became quick and short “RIMMER?”

At first it seemed the mention of Rimmer’s light bee was the trigger but as Listers face began to transform into your worst nightmare, it was clear the whole incident with Rimmer’s bee had awoken something you had buried deep down a long long time ago back when you were still human.

“RIMMER!!” Lister shouted again as your hands turned to fists, your legs slowly taking steps towards him almost as if you had no control over your body.

“What’s going on?” You could hear Rimmer behind you trying to catch his breath from pelting across the corridor.

“YOU ARSEHOLE!” You shouted towards Lister with a cry.

“Ok what did you do?” Rimmer glared at Lister as he threw his hands up.

“Nothing I swear, we were just talking” Lister was starting to panic as you edged closer.

“You mentioned my light bee didn’t you?” Rimmer looked at Lister with seriousness.

“You had no right to treat me the way you did” You growled you fist tightening.

“Wait hang on?” Rimmer looked at you confused, coming to the conclusion that it wasn’t Lister you were yelling at.

“Y/N?” Lister called out as your fist began to raise.

“SHUT UP!” You shouted, your fist now level with Listers face and itching to make contact.

“Y/N you’re having a panic attack, you’re hallucinating!” Rimmer tried to talk to you but ultimately failed.

“If you do this you’ll regret it” Lister tried to stay calm in hopes you’d back down.

“Try me!” Your voice shaky as you went to swing, stopped by Rimmer snapping your arm down and wrapping his arms around you in an attempt to restrain you “Let me go!”

“Lister go get Kryten!” Rimmer commanded as Lister dashed out of the room while you were still thrashing around in Rimmer’s arms.

“LET GO OF ME!” You cried, Rimmer’s grip around you ultimately tightening as you tried harder to escape, the force of both of you fighting against each other knocking you to the floor, his arms still firmly around you as you finally gave in, your vision slowly returning to normal as you looked up at Rimmer before sobbing into his chest.

“You’re alright, it’s over” Rimmer spoke softly in your ear as he rocked you gently in his arms while you continued to sob.

“Is everything ok? Mr Lister said...” Kryten stopped in the doorway with Lister not far behind as he saw the two of you in a heap on the floor as Rimmer tried to soothe you.

“Panic attack!” Rimmer mouthed to the droid as he nodded “How are you feeling?”

“Awful” Your voice almost non existent as you cried, your breathing suddenly speeding again as you sat up properly “Oh god”

“Deep breaths” Rimmer spoke calmly as he gently rubbed soothing circles on your back, despite sounding calm he was desperately trying to hold back his own panic from seeing you in so much distress “Kryten?”

“Yes sir” Kryten nodded as he walked over to the two of you, Rimmer softly moving your hair from your neck as Kryten injected you “Just a little something to help you calm down Miss Y/N”

“Hey what’s wrong lady bud?” Cat appeared, genuinely concerned as he walked in on the events.

“Come on Cat, let’s give Y/N some space yeah?” Lister suggested as he tried to walk him away.

“Is Y/N gonna be ok?” It shocked everyone that Cat was actually worried about someone besides himself “What happened?”

“She’ll be fine Cat, go with Lister, he’ll explain” Rimmer smiled despite his own anxiety bubbling away inside him.

“Suggest you get Miss Y/N to her quarters, let her rest for a bit?” Kryten spoke softly as to not alarm you as you remained nestled against Rimmer.

“Thank you Kryten” Rimmer replied as he stood up, Kryten holding your shoulders so you didn’t fall.

“Let’s get you up ma’am” Kryten smiled sweetly as both he and Rimmer helped you up.

“Can you walk?” Rimmer looked at you, his eyes glassy as if he had been trying not to cry the entire time, holding your arms as you swayed a little before falling into him as he caught you “You know what I’ll carry you instead”

“I’m sorry” You mumbled as you began to cry again, this time more out of confusion as your body fought against the sedative Kryten had given you.

“Darling you don’t need to apologize ” Rimmer smiled sweetly, suddenly feeling your feet leave the floor as he picked you up “Let’s get you to bed”

As Rimmer put you down gently on the bed, startled by the cold sheets beneath you, you gave up the fight against the sedative in your system slowly letting it take you, your body almost feeling like it belonged to someone else entirely.

“Get some rest!” Rimmer spoke quietly as he leant down to place a kiss to your forehead, smiling as you were already out like a light and at peace. Gently throwing a blanket over you as you snuggled yourself up in it before he sat down to read, keeping a close eye on you “Holly?”

“Yes Arnold?” Hollys voice replied.

“Did you ever do any background checks on Y/N?” Rimmer kept his voice low as to not disturb you even though Lister playing his guitar wouldn’t have woke you up in that moment.

[bowieandqueen11]

Underwater / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Request: May I request an Adult Ben Hanscom imagine where the reader, who is married to Ben, is down in the sewer with the Losers and gets pulled under water by Penniwise? Our man Ben needs some reassurance from his wife that she's okay. Fluffyness! 🥰 

@may85 eek thank you darling!! <3

Warning, some swearing!

You wished, with all your heart, that you never had to smell the stench of this place again.

When you all finally arrived into the depths of the sewer, Mike and Bill leading the way as everyone else trailed so slowly, so unsure, behind them, that’s when you finally allowed your heart to sink.

This was real. This was actually happening. You’re no longer thirteen, you no longer have an excuse, a way out, a way to forget this. You either die here, or you die out there. 

The water the gang jumps down into is a turbid brown, the colour of sewage, or as Eddie fondly calls out again,

‘It’s still the same old fucking grey water.’ 

Branches have been blow in by the storm, and you gag a little, pressing your face into your husband’s thick back as he raises his eyebrows, wrapping one arm around your own as the two of you watch a small, glittery pink shoe swirl pass, like a relic from a time long forgotten as it floats by without a ripple.

‘Was that- was that Betty Rip-’

‘Don’t think about it hun’, Ben whispers, his thumb trying to tenderly stroke against the goosebumps that flash painfully against your arm, but his grip is tighter than he realises and he ends up digging in a small welt. The water eddies around them, but not that relaxed way water usually does: harshly, more like mini vortexes. You can hear Richie swear softly in front of you as Eddie bumps into him, loud ‘ah-ah, nope nope nope’s escaping his mouth as a half chewed teddy bear floats by his chest.

‘Come on guys, we need to get out of the water, it’s n-not f-far now.’

‘Is that supposed to reassure us?’, Richie whispers with a sigh, slapping his wet leg up onto the jagged stone mound as Eddie reaches down to help him up, his flashlight bouncing around on his head and illuminating different patches of the water in a shimmering light that reminds you of-

the deadlights.

Cold water is the most efficient thief of heat you know. It takes what it does not need. The water surges around your skin, rising up my leg on one side, making tiny eddies on the other the further you follow your friends. The weight of the water is almost enough to topple you, the temperature a dare, as if you were racing hypothermia with each wade through its murky depths. In front of you, your husband shivered against your arm, the water so cold it stung into his hips and flattened his shirt against him painfully. Every touch stole another part of his heat, leaching away a few more fractions of a degree. It crept up the fabric of his pants, clamping the icy fibres to his already frigid skin. But he kept going, because he knew in doing this, he could save you. And if killing a clown meant your nightmares would end, that you would be safe again, he would take on the universe one monster at a time.

Sensing your hesitation as the two of you finally start approaching the giant wall of rock where Eddie and Richie stand, brushing each other off with grimaced faces, Ben slowly turns around and pulls you slowly to him, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around your shaking body. The world around seemed to melt away as you squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end. The simple touch sent a wave of butterflies coursing through your veins, their fluttering wings easing the dread that had settled inside you.

‘I can’t do this Ben, not again, not after last time. What I saw-I saw-’

‘You are so brave, sweetheart, but this time, I’m not leaving you alone for a second. Plus,’ he says, elbowing you slightly with the biggest smile he can muster at the moment, ‘if you see the deadlights, I’ll just have to kiss you again to pull you out and back to me.’

‘Ben Hanscom, I swear!’, you mutter with a hoarse laugh, pulling your arms around his neck and burying your head into the curve of his shoulder. You just needed a moment, just one more moment with your husband in your arms, his hands tight against your hips, safe. 

Everything was okay.

Through the darkness behind your head came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the ground, if only Ben’s had been open to see them, and if only Richie and Eddie hadn’t been having a mock fight over who’s married to who’s mother.. They moved with a slight sway, as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The monster advanced on them, its physique hardly discernible in the shadowy twilight of the sewer. With each slow movement that belied the speed it was capable of, slime dripped, oozing great globs of phlegm and depositing them with light splashes into the water; it’s skin was gnarled, but crumpled and folded as if in the midst of changing form. Over it's belly lay crusty flaps of concave skin. The beast reeked of raw sewage and rotten fish. A smell that hit your nose with a rancid pang only a few seconds before it had reached the edge of your shoulder, and Ben had drawn himself away from his warm daydreams of you to open his eyes.

In a split second, it had torn you from Ben’s grasp and dragged you down into the depths with it.

Darkness enveloped you. The water closed in around, filling you with a deep dread as you kicked out against it’s knobbly arms and screamed against the claws that dug into your cheek and left bubbling scratches. Red and black splotches danced in front of you as you gave the clown one final desperate kick in the shin, wiggling out of its grasp as a desperate hot wave enveloped you, warming even your frosted toes. Your heart was beating rapidly in panic, the urgency for air was apparent than ever. There weren't red blotches in your field of vision anymore. It was all black. You opened her mouth, gasping for air, fighting until you feel like your head is about to explode. You have to take a breath. So you do. For some reason it doesn’t hurt like you thought it would. You’re not scared anymore, it’s almost peaceful actually. 

You begin to fall, dropping further and further into the darkness until it threatens to swallow you whole.

Ben knows he’s scared when those old fears run through my head, when he hears the taunting laughter of years past, when he was the ‘fat kid’ and punchline of teenage jokes. He knows he’s scared when these bad memories cut loose their chains and invade his confidence, eroding the person he had built since those dark days. 

But this time was so much worse.

The adrenaline flew over his veins like licks of fire, but he couldn’t move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralysed him, and the more he thought about losing you, the more he thought each straggling breathe he pulled in as he dipped his head up above the water would be his last. If you died, he was going to die too. He didn’t remember being that scared in his life.

The rest of the group jump in after you with desperate cries, not one of them caring in the smallest bit for their safety as their stomachs and heads hit against the cold with tumultuous crashes and wake Ben from his nightmare, his own head being pulled down by his brain to desperately search for you in the darkness. Even Eddie dipped his legs in, not really swimming to search for you  so much as drowning slowly. Every few strokes he was swallowing the shitty water and within metres he was fully submerged, the light dying out with him.

It took you a few moments to register that there were other shapes, big square blocks floating around in the water with you. Something in the back of your mind seemed to recognise the sandy curls that brushed against your forehead, the callused and raw hands that grabbed at your biceps, every pinprick touch registering a shock to your skin as you allowed yourself to be taken away. You thought, as you see the face of your husband warp in front of you, that angels had finally come to take you away.

As the two of you break out of the water, Ben taking in a massive, gasping breathe, his shouts echo around the cavernous walls as the other’s begin to rise up one by one with shaking cries.

‘She’s here! She’s here, I’ve got her! I’ve got you.’

In that simple moment he wrapped his arms around you and you let your head rest upon his chest. All your thoughts stopped as if your heart took over from your head, your breathe beginning to catch itself as water spluttered up from your lungs and escaped in gasping coughs out of your lips. Next he would squeeze as if he needed to check you were really there with him, really there and really real.

You looked sharply up as he took your hands into his. They felt like sandpaper or perhaps stone, rough and unfinished. It suited him, you thought, looking into his deep eyes, his hands warm in yours as he brought them up to his lips, your nerves tingling at the harsh comfort of contact, your body melting into his hard chest, his heartbeat comforting, if a little rushed for your liking.

‘It’s okay, Ben, I’m okay.’

You pull your head back to look at him, your heart sinking as you reach up with a shaking finger to wipe away the tears that littered down his cheek, his lips twitching as your touch brings more relief than his heart can hold. He is eating you with his eyes, running his hand through your hair, as if he can't quite believe you’re not part of an almost forgotten dream. When he leans down to kiss you, it's sweet, gentle, and it tastes of his salty tears as he laughs against your warm mouth.

‘Hey, what did I say about not leaving you alone ever again? Please, don’t go, don’t go ever again, I couldn’t take it.’

[weasleydream]

The life and grief of Percy and Y/N Weasley - Part 3

Hey guys! Here we are for the third part of the serie!

Be careful, mention of panick attack.

Also, feel free to give me your opinion, I would like to know... Anyway, hope you enjoy this as much as I do!

Masterlist 

(gif not mine) 

Part 1 - Part 2 

Their first exams

My relation with Percy had been different since this fight. It was strange at first, but I quickly realized it was for the best. We were closer than ever, yet we spent less time together. We just didn’t feel obligated to stay with each other anymore, and, surprisingly enough, we discovered more and more differences between us. Percy was becoming quite pompous, he always talked with a barely irritating superior air and always had his head higher than most of normal people. I, on the other hand, was less and less interested in the great careers at the Ministry of Magic. When we were younger, Perce and I would dream of being Minister or Ministress, however, it wasn’t my goal anymore. In fact, I had found a new passion: the magical creatures. Professor Kettleburn was my new favourite professor and he had confessed me I had a true talent with magical creatures, and he had inspired me to work with them.

This new goal didn’t prevent me from feeling a sting of jealousy when Percy received a shining Prefect badge. Errol, our owl, had brought our Hogwarts letters after the breakfast. I was already in our room, looking for a book about the hipogriffs, when Perce barged in with bright eyes and red cheeks. 

“Look Y/N! Look! They choose me!”

He put his badge under my nose while repeating how much he was happy and how much Mum was proud. I slowly pushed his hand away before taking him in my arms. 

“Congratulations, Perce!”

I wouldn’t ruin his happiness. Plus, I didn’t really want this badge, the only thing bothering me was that it meant Percy was better than me. In everything. And it was kinda vexing. But of course he didn’t need me to say it, this stupid twin thing we had did it for me. Suddenly, his eyes darkened a bit and this time he hugged me.

“I’m sorry, you should have had one too.”

“Don’t worry. More responsibilities? Whereas I have to keep an eye on Fred and George? No, thanks.”

We both giggled. Indeed, our younger brothers had fully developed their potential when it came to pranks when they arrived in Hogwarts. Two weeks after the beginning of the school year, they had already been to Filch’s office, a place they would visit almost weekly. They had even showed me something they had stolen from there: a magical map which showed everyone in the castle, along with secret passages. They trusted me enough not to talk about this to anyone, not even Percy, and I didn’t want to betray their trust. Their secret was well kept. Anyway, Mum had made an habit to ask Percy and I to keep an eye on them, not that it would change anything. 

Another big change for us was Ron’s arrival at Hogwarts. Ron was maybe the most shy of our brothers. He was excited, of course, but also nervous. His biggest fear was to be sorted in another house than Gryffindor. Indeed, all our family had been in the lion house. Fred had joked telling him he wouldn’t be a Weasley anymore; the poor boy was on the verge of crying when Mum had intervened. 

His nervousness reminded me of mine just before my first year. I also remembered how much it could be disabling and I made a point of helping him. Before the beginning of the year, I explained him everything he wanted to know, and I promised him I would help him whenever he would need it at Hogwarts. 

The first of september arrived after quite an uneventful summer. The morning was a typical Weasley-back-to-school-morning: Mum was literally running everywhere, screaming at Fred and George and urging a stressed Ron. Percy was making sure his badge was in his bag (for the sixth time in less than an hour) and I was looking for my jumper, which had been stolen by Ginny because she wanted to cover the cat. We finally left for King’s Cross and arrived ten minutes before the departure of the Hogwarts Express. I followed Percy across the barrier and we waited for Mum, who arrived with Ginny after Fred, George, Ron and a black haired boy. 

Fred and George were joking about toilet seat (“Making the toilets explode? We hadn't thought about this. Thanks Mum!”) in order to reassure Ginny. Our little sister would stay alone at home this year, for the first time ever. She didn’t seem pleased with the idea. Mum turned toward Percy and I and hugged Perce first. She kept repeating how proud she was, the third prefect in the family, a future Head-Boy for sure, and I saw George pretending to vomit. I giggled, and that seemed to remind Mum of my existence. She took me in her arms while lecturing us about how important it was to watch over Ron. She added in my ear that Fred and George could use a bit of supervision too. Then she practically choked Ron to death while hugging him, warned us not to bother the black haired boy who was in fact Harry Potter, and let us go with watery eyes. 

 Fred and George were gone with their friends and Percy had to fulfill his prefect duties. I put my hand on Ron’s shoulder. 

“Do you want to sit with me? We can find an empty compartment if you want.”

“Ye… No, let me alone Y/N. I don’t need you.”

He had been on the verge of accepting, but I saw the arrogant look a boy threw him. Blond hair, pale skin, pointy chin, the boy corresponded perfectly to the description of a Malefoy according to Dad. I sighed, and sat alone in the last empty compartment. I took a book about unicorns and began to read. I stayed alone for more than two hours before Percy eventually joined me. He was complaining about some third years who played with Dungbombs. 

“I’m pretty sure Fred and George have used some too.” He groaned.

“Have you seen them?” I didn’t look up from my book; I was reading some super interesting informations about the baby unicorns.

“No, but they were smirking like crazy when I looked at them.”

“Your year will be way more complicated with them.” I concluded while laughing. 

I told Percy about Ron’s behaviour in front of the blond guy. Percy thought the same: the boy had to be a Malfoy. 

“I bet we will have problems with him.” He stated. 

I nodded. We chatted for a while but soon, Percy returned to his duty. He took it to heart and my jealousy had completely vanished. I was really proud of my twin, and glad he had the occasion to distinguish himself. I just hoped he would stop being so pompous with everyone, because it was kinda annoying and Fred and George constantly made fun of him for it. I feared the day when he would have enough. What if it led to a fight like the one we had two years ago? I didn’t think I would be able to bear it.

The Sorting ceremony started after the first years had arrived with Hagrid. Ron entered the Great Hall next to Harry Potter with wide open eyes. Percy and I applauded, along with Fred and George who were sitting in front of us. The Sorting Hat sang its traditional song and Professor McGonagall called for the first student. 

“Abbot, Hannah!”

I could hear Fred betting on which house Hannah would be sent to. I didn’t really pay attention to the ceremony, only waiting for Ron’s turn, but he would be called in the lasts. However, some students seemed apart from the crowd: a girl, Hermione Granger, showed an unusual impatience and almost yanked the Hat out of Professor McGonagall's hands. A young boy with a clumsy aspect forgot to give it back. Both were sent to Gryffindor, along with Harry Potter. Eventually, and to Ron’s immense relief, the ceremony ended with our little brother being sorted into Gryffindor too. At the end of the feast, Percy got up at the speed of light and took a powerful voice.

“The first years, follow me please!”

I smiled and followed Fred and George who were mimicking our prefect. We climbed the stairs and arrived to the common room. Percy was explaining some things to the bunch of first years in front of him. Then the younger ones went into the dormitories while the older ones installed themselves in the couches near the fire or at the table in order to catch up with the friends. I sat next to my twin and listened to him while he was repeating how much he was afraid he wouldn’t be as good prefect as Bill and Charlie. 

“Relax Perce, you’ll do great. I’m pretty sure you’re even already Head Boy.”

He smiled, obviously flattered by the compliment, but his grin vanished as soon as two girls in our year passed next to us while talking about the OWLs. 

“I wonder how difficult this is gonna be.” I murmured. “Mum counts on us, we have to obtain as much OWLs as possible.”

“I’m sure we won’t have any problem.” He smiled to reassure me but his eyes told me otherwise. 

“I hope so…” 

I yawned and my eyes almost closed by themselves. I tried to stay awake, wanting to spend some time with Percy as it was something we had less done lately. However, he took my hand and slightly caressed it with his thumb.

“You should go to bed Y/N. You’re exhausted. Good night.”

I gave up, muttered something I hoped would sound like a good night and joined my dormitory. 

Obviously, all the professors had synchronized their watches because as soon as we entered a classroom, we were sure we would be bothered with the OWLs, because it was gonna determine our future, it was very important, we better had not to take it as a joke...These lectures lasted all our first week. To be honest, even Professor Kettleburn irritated me with this. However, all the teaching team was determined to make us understand the difficulty of this exam and we spend our first weekend writing essays. All sorts of swearings could be heard in the common room, and that seemed to freak out all the younger students, except one girl. It was sunday afternoon and I was on the verge of yanking my hair out when Hermione Granger sat next to me.

“Can I look?” She asked while pointing at my transfiguration essay.

“Of course.” I mumbled. 

She read it and asked me some definitions. I gladly gave it to her, using this opportunity to take a break. This girl was incredibly smart and it was a pleasure to discuss with her. She reminded me a bit of Percy - intelligent, proud, determined - but also of me, alone and sometimes mocked.

I got along pretty well with Hermione. She was like a little sister I had taken under my wing, and she talked to me whenever she needed it. Sometimes, when she was alone at diner, I would sit next to her and we would chat about the muggle world. I asked her a lot of details, mentally promising myself I would tell Dad everything at Christmas. 

Percy understood why I liked Hermione and why I saw myself in her, Fred and George didn’t really care, but Ron wasn’t pleased at all. It looked like he didn’t like her. When I heard what happened the day of Halloween, how Ron had been mean and had made Hermione cry, I went to see my little brother. He was sitting in the common room with Harry - the two boys were good friends - and blushed when he saw me. Perfect, he knew why I was here.

“Can I talk to you, Ron?”

Harry awkwardly looked at the both of us before mumbling he had to do something and running in his dorm. 

“I heard what you said about Hermione. You know she’s hurt, right?”

“But this girl is so annoying! All she does is belittling us by always reciting the books she had read!”

“Can’t you try to understand her Ron?” He snorted. “She’s muggleborn. She just thinks being the best will persuade the others like you that she’s a real witch! I want you to apologize to her.”

“No way.” Ron said. “You’re not a prefect, you won’t force me.” He added while glaring at me. 

I sighed and left the common room, slightly hurt. 

During the following months, Ron talked less and less to me. He had become friend with Hermione but it seemed like he had decided to forget I was his sister. Percy thought he was jealous, George said he was an idiot, Mum, in a letter, had said he was young and big sisters were embarrassing for young boys, but none of this made me feel better. 

As if it wasn’t enough, our exams were arriving. We were all more stressed than ever, sleepless nights multiplying for everyone, either because of our revisions or insomnias. The latters were frequent for me, and I often happened to spend my nights in the common room, plenty of parchments and books in front of me. Sometimes, I would fall asleep like this and I would always wake up with a blanket around me. 

If there had one positive side, it was the fact that Percy and I took care of each other more than ever. Don’t get me wrong, we always had, but being totally panicked with the OWLs approaching made us get closer. Percy used his prefect powers to threaten me when I didn’t want to do something (“Y/N, if you don’t go to sleep right now, Gryffindor will lose some points.”). However, he never listened to me when I told him he needed to sleep too. One night, when a nightmare had woken me up, I went into the common room to find him sitting on the couch, the table in front of him covered in books and his eyes almost closed.

“What are you doing here, Perce?” My voice was soft, yet it made him jump. 

He mumbled something about the dragon blood. I went next to him and took the parchment from his hand. 

“Perce, this is about werewolves. You should sleep, really.”

Suddenly, I felt something on my shoulder. Percy was asleep, his head resting on me, soft snores escaping his mouth as his face was relaxing. I smiled, glad he finally took some rest, and fell asleep almost immediately. 

The last week before the exams was the worse of my life, no kidding. I was constantly on edge, snapping at everyone who disturbed me in my revisions, even Hermione or Percy. My last full night of sleep was a distant memory, and the exhaustion was unbearable. My stress was flooding in me, and I felt like a feather could break the barrage that prevented me from going crazy. 

The feather happened to be a letter. A letter from Mum. Percy had brought it to me in the common room as I had quickly eaten the breakfast in order to revise and I had missed the mail. She had written she was proud of Percy and I, and she knew we would pass these exams hands down. I didn’t understand why it upset me that much, but I felt burning tears in my eyes and I began to shake uncontrollably. My brother kneeled in front of me, trying to calm me, but I barely heard him. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like I was drowning, and nothing could help me keeping my head out of the water. 

I was roughly aware of what surrounded me, but I felt all the curious students that wanted to see me. Their presence made me suffocate. All of sudden, they all vanished, and I heard the echo of another familiar voice. I didn’t know who it was. I didn’t know anything, except that I was probably dying, because the air couldn’t reach my lungs, something was blocking it, something as heavy as a rock, and my lungs were burning along with my eyes and soon all of my body, and I couldn’t stop the shaking, and my heart was beating furiously to keep me alive, and I was all alone in the pain and the fear. 

No. The voice was low, very low, and it was in my head. I’m not alone. My eyes were still burning, my cheeks still covered in tears, but my lungs were a bit less painful. I managed to breathe. Once, twice. It’s going to be okay. The sobs were less violent, they didn’t tear my throat apart anymore. The pain in my body decreased, it was just a strange sensation in my arms and my legs. Slowly, I began to realize someone was holding my hands, and someone else was stroking my back. I was barely shaking, now. My eyes were still closed. 

Finally, when I felt like my strength was back, I opened them. Percy was still in front of me, his eyes full of worry and tears on me. He let out a shaky breath when our eyes met, and he sat next to me to pull me in a bear hug. 

“It’s okay Y/N. It’s okay.”

When he let me go, I saw George sat on the other side of the couch. He was probably the one who was stroking my back earlier. Fred stood behind him, an hand on Ron’s shoulder, and Professor McGonagall was next to them. 

“How are you feeling, Miss Weasley?” Her voice was unusually sweet.

“I’m fine.” Mine was raspy and low, it was quite painful to talk.

“Good. I would like you to go to the hospital wing, just to be sure.” 

I nodded, unable to protest. I was totally exhausted, and Percy had to half-carry me. He helped me installing in a bed while Madam Pomfrey was looking for particular potions. 

“I hate this place.” He mumbled. Seeing my interrogative look, he added: “Bad memories.”

I looked down.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

He was obviously concerned, and I sent him the biggest smile I could - which wasn’t more than a very little grin, in fact. I changed the subject.

“How…” I started, wincing because of the pain in my throat.

“How did McGonagall know?” Percy finished. I nodded. “Ron was in the first ones to arrive in the common room. When he saw you, he kinda freaked out and left to warn her. He ran into Fred and George. Fred left with him and George came in the common room. He sent everyone away and came next to you.”

Madam Pomfrey arrived at this moment, handing me a blue potion and a purple one.

“The first is for the pain, the other for the sleep.”

She left, probably to help someone else. I drank the two potions and grabbed Percy’s hand.

“Can you stay with me?”

“Of course.”

He smiled and sat more comfortably on the chair. 

“You know Y/N, you don’t have to worry about the exams. It’s going to be okay.”

He couldn’t be more right: two months later, Percy and I opened the envelopes containing our results. Twelve OWLs each. Not too bad!

To be continued

Part 4

[writtenwinchester]

Split Lip

Split Lip

Warnings: Abuse, alcohol, yelling, angst, slight fluff

Word Count: 1114

Pairing: Billy x Reader

“What the fuck is this?” billy had grabbed your arm in a tight hold, addressing the bruises on your forearms and neck. You gave him a look, “nothing, same thing as you asked me the last time. Now stop asking me stupid questions.” “Just fucking talk to me Y/n, I know something’s wrong.” “Billy..”

Thinking of your fight back with Billy, made your heart break. The buzzing in your head wouldn’t stop, and when things escalated you broke down crying and mumbling ‘imsorryimsorryimsorry’ until your boyfriend had to wrap his arms around you and whisper soothing words until you stopped.

When you came home, your uncle greeted you with a crooked smile and a beer bottle in his hand. “Where’ve you been sweetheart?” “Nowhere.. sorry I’m a little late..” “a little? It’s eleven fucking o’clock and your curfew is ten, you’re a whole ass hour late do you even fucking think that’s ‘a little’?” “N- No sir.. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, I swear-“ “don’t bullshit me, I’m not fucking stupid.” He slurred, slowly making his way over towards you as you backed up against the wall. “Please, please I- I’m sorry.. it won’t happen again, Daniel please..” he didn’t listen to you, he never did. He grabbed you by the hair, tugging as you cried and yelled ‘imsorryimsorryimsorry’ repeatedly as he continued to bang your head against the wall and wrap his beer smelling hands around your neck.

When the time came and you kneed him in the gut, you ran, making your way and tumbling, crawling, anyway you could up the stairs, away from the horrid man that lived with you as he started chasing after you. Like a game of cat and mouse, you ran into your bedroom and locked the door, sliding down against the door as you sobbed. With his fists banging against the door, and your hands covering your ears while you tried not to listen at the yelling and slurring of words and insults. You whimpered and cried, rocking yourself back and forth in a pool of pity and self hatred.

And that’s when you slowly crawled from the bedroom floor towards the bathroom, drawing yourself a cold shower and slowly ridding of your clothes, one by one until you were sitting on the bathtub floor, tears mixing with the water running down your face. Now, watching as the blood from your knees and split lip washed down the bath into the drain, an impassive look on your face while picking at the scab on your hand, from when a beer bottle was thrown at you last time. As a sob slowly made its way up your throat, a whimper and then a hiccup, before burying your face into your arms and knees. Sobbing and mumbling ‘imsorryimsorryimsorry’ over and over to yourself again while rocking back and forth.

It was twelve forty-seven when you looked at the clock. You had crawled yourself out of the bathtub and put on one of Billy’s baggy t-shirts that you kept for the hard nights, this was especially one of them.

Tugging on a pair of sweatpants and breathing in and out slowly, you opened your bedroom door and slowly made your way downstairs. Everything was quiet except for the buzzing of the static coming from the tv. Wrinkling your nose in disgust even though your lip hurt, at the smell of beer and sight of your uncle sprawled out on the arm chair, a beer still in his hand as he slept quietly.

Making your way outside and quietly shutting the door behind yourself, your mind started buzzing. Everything was more of a haze and your body was doing all of the work while your mind was somewhere else.

Making your way to Billy’s house, you thanked your gods that Billy’s family moved into a single floor house. Walking towards the back of the house, you reached Billy’s window, giving it a gentle knock as you stood on your toes, patiently waiting for him to respond. When he didn’t, you tried again, louder this time as you rapped your knuckles against the glass. “C’mon Billy..” going to knock again, the window suddenly flung open, with Billy peeking his head out with a groan as he rubbed his eyes. “Shit, do you have any idea what time it is?” “M’ sorry..” Billy let out a sigh, not even looking at you yet as he ran his fingers through his messy bed hair. “It’s fine sweetheart, but seriously, why’re you-“ he finally looked at you, noticing your split lip and all. “Shit..” “I- I can come back..” “No, no, c’mere.” Billy gently tugged you forward, pulling you through the window as you both fell onto his wooden floor.

“Shit babe..” Billy gently reached a hand out, running his thumb gently over your split lip, causing you to wince and pull your face away from his hand. “What happened?” “Billy..” “No Y/n, enough, tell me what happened, baby, please..” Billy’s heart broke, watching as tears welled up in your eyes, fiddling with your thumbs in embarrassment. “I got home late..” Billy scooter closer, reaching a hand out and gently running his fingers up and down your back. “And?” “And.. Daniel got mad..” “Daniel? Your uncle?” Billy clenched his jaw the moment you nodded your head, “did he do this to you?” Looking at your feet, you slowly nodded your head. “Does he always do this?” You nodded your head once more, bringing your sleeve up to wipe the tears that started rolling down your cheeks. For a moment, all Billy saw was red. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” “Billy..” “No Y/n, I knew something was wrong, I knew. Babygirl, you’re always covered in.. in bruises, and imagining him even laying a hand on you-“ Billy stopped, glancing back up at you when a sob came up your throat. “Sweetheart..” his face softened, gently pulling you into his lap and holding you close to his chest as mumbles of ‘imsorryimsorryimsorry’ came out of your mouth.

Billy gently rocked you back and forth in his arms, telling you how brave and amazing you were. Did you believe him? No. But did it help? Yes. Anything Billy did, helped you. When everything went quiet, and all you could hear was the humming of Billy’s voice, you glanced up to meet his blue eyes, that stared at you with concern and love, everything you wish you always had. “We’ll get out of here, I promise..” “Billy..” “We’ll go to California, get an apartment, leave this place behind us.” “We can’t..” “We can, I promise.” He gave you a small smile, sighing softly, you gently pulled him forward. Kissing him softly, and ignoring the stinging sensation in your split lip.

•••••••••••AUTHORS NOTE••••••••••••

Abuse is never okay, if you or someone you suspect or know is living in an abusive home or is in an abusive relationship, please ask or call for help. It could save a life.

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233

[fluffyunicornofdanger]

My Favorite Rockstar

A/N: Inspiration has left my body. That being said, this isn’t my best work and as it is, I’m still new to Aerosmith. I do hope to have another fic out soon. It’s just so hard to find time to get work done since school started. Also, I feel that my load should be much harder than it is (last year was extremely hard for me) and it’s throwing me for a loop. Anyway, requests are open and I’m always done to talk.

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Masterlist

Steven Tyler x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Crap writings (I didn’t feel like editing it, I’m sorry)

The door swung open, four mix-matched men of height, color, and clothing walking through with a woman right on their heels. Cigarette smoke and the smell of burbon lingered in the air. Almost every studio the group had worked in had a distinict smell, the last one being of ginger and Tennessee whiskey. It was like walking into a bottle of perfume, everything mixing into one intoxicating fragrance.

Y/n sighed, looking around at their work space. It was a lot roomier than the studio she normally worked in, that was probably because the group was being forced to work with someone in the big leagies.

“Do you think we’ll be able to get through this with out murdering someone?” Danny asked, trudging over to the piano. He wasn’t the least bit excited about this collabration as the last one they’d did was still fresh on his mind. 

Richie shrugged and took a seat on a stool.

“It will be fine if you all behave,” Y/n rolled her eyes, walking up to a guitar that was hanging on the wall. She ran her fingers over the strings, taking in the beautiful sound that echoes off them. 

“What are you talking about? If we behave?” Danny asked, turning to face her.

Miles nodded, “Yeah, last time I checked it was you that had a hard time minding your own.”

She scoffed. Men, they obviously didn’t understand. As smart as the boys were, they were obivous to what went on around them. Also, to the petty cat fights that woman can get in. Now, Y/n wasn’t going to admit that her behavior caused any problems with the last band they worked with because her’s wasn’t the only one. The bitch of a frontwoman of the other band had a hand in that as well. But the boys didn’t help matters and were probably the reason the issues got as bad as they did.

“Well, this time that won’t happen. None of it will, I swear.” she smiled at them, lifting her hand up giving scouts honor.

Jeff took a seat on the small couch in the corner of the room, surveying their new work space, unlite cigarette in space. He claimed to be quiting but no one even saw him attempt. The idea came from his newest girlfriend and he must of realized that she’d be hitting the road soon and following through on her suggestions weren’t worth it. 

“As long as you hit the high notes, I don’t see why should care what petty fights you get into.” The man winked at her before pulling out his lighter. 

He always had her back whether he would admit it or not. Jeff and Y/n were the origin members of Gems & Rhinestone, being best friends in high school that had the audacuity to dream of being rock stars. Well, that dream was coming true so it couldn’t be to outlandish. But the two never liked to play favorites when it came to the band. Business was business and friendship was friendship. The two could only go together so much and there was always an uproar when favorites were played. 

At the end of the day, though, Y/n was boss and what she said was law, so everyone almost always agreed with her. 

Before the group could get settled in, the studio door swung open, hitting the wall next to it. Y/n whipped her head around as five men emerged from the other side. Ten eyes quickly landed on her causing the woman to roll her eyes.

Had they never seen a woman before?

But that was Aerosmith for you. Women were crazy about them and they were crazy about women. Y/n didn’t have the time or patience for whatever they wanted to offer her. She was there to write and record a song and that is what she was going to do. 

“You must be Y/n.”

A velvet voice hit her ears, causing the hair on the back of her neck to rise. Against her better judgement, she turned around, coming face to face with the man she’d heard plenty about. The man, who was as thick as a lodgepole pine, flashed her a sweet smile as he extended his hand to her. Cautiously, she grabbed it, giving it a firm shake as she surved him.

He didn’t look like the Steven Tyler she’d heard dirty things about. The man standing before her looked kind and soft around the edges. Nothing like the sex and drugs the world knew him for. 

“And you must be Steven,” she smiled at him, feeling her muscles relax. There was no reason to fear him, not when warmth raidiated off him like a warm spring sun. 

The two bands got to work like they’d been working together for years. There were no arguements, no bickering, no fights, not like with the other groups Gems & Rhinestones had worked with. Y/n couldn’t help but smile as Steven and her set out to write some lyrics. As a group, they’d all decided to pair up and each write a song for the group to vote on. It was the easiest way for them to agree on something and adjust to their new partnership. 

“What do you think of this?” Y/n handed a paper with a few verses scribbled on it over to Steven. He mouthed the words, titling his head as he went along, piece the song together in his head. 

He nodded, bringing his head up, “That’s good, do ya got anything else?”

Y/n scruntched her nose up. The few lyrics written on the page had just come to her that morning while brushing her teeth. Just a few lines, nothing more. Shaking her head, she snatched the paper from him and grabbed a pen. “No, but I’m sure we can come up with the rest.”

Steven shrugged and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear.

After 45 minutes and plenty of frustrated huffs, they finally completed their song. It wasn’t perfect, but Y/n liked it. It was more meaningful and deep than she indented it to be, but that made it better. She believed that for a song to invoke emotions, it had to dig into the soul, there had to be some truth behind it, otherwise, it was just meaningless words. 

“This is a tear jerker.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, letting out a small laugh. “Doubtful, but who knows? Some people cry over dandilions,” she stated, directing her gaze over to Danny. He had a soft heart, that was for sure.

“What made you get into music?” 

Y/n turned to him, a little taken back by the question. Sure, they were getting along, but he seemed more of the type to get his work done and move on. Steven probably had better things to do, better people to spend his time with. May be it was just small talk, something about it, though, made her think that it wasnt’. “Um… I don’t know. I kinda always just drifted to it and things have just worked out for me. Whether I believe in fate or destiny is neither here nor there, but things seemed to fall into place.”

He nodded, a smile creeping onto his face. “I’m glad life’s worked out for you cause you’re a damn good song writer.”

Y/n scoffed, swatting his comment away. “Yeah, right.”

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Months had pasted in a blinding blur, leaving Y/n at cloud nine as she walked off the stage. Singing, preforming in front of large crowds was never something she saw herself doing, but she was glad she walked off the beaten path. There was so much more to life than blue collar jobs, dirty money, and white picket fence houses. 

Danny huffed, wipping the sweat from his forehead, “What a show!”

She couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, what a show. “I hope they’re all like that,” she said, spinning around as they walked to the dressing rooms. 

“I hope we are still doing shows in 50 something years,” Jeff commented as he passed her, tossing a water bottle between his hands.

They all nodded in agreement. That would be that dream. To be able to do what they loved 50 years later would be more than they could ever ask for. It was hard to find something, anything, that people enjoyed that much, and to think that they found it so young. What a thrill!

Y/n grasped the door handle to her dressing room, leaning against the hard surface, she could almost picture herself at 70, dancing and singing her heart out on stage. She pushed the door open, wonder in her eyes, as she caught sight of the man sitting on the ragged old couch.

“Steven!” she squealed, running over to him.

He had barely enough time to stand up when her body collided with his, sending him back onto the soft surface below. 

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Quebec?” She looked up at him, not caring for the answer. He was there, right in front of her, wrapped in her arms. Now, that was a dream come true.

A small laugh left his frame. 

“Well, um, we had a few days off because someone screwed our scheduling. So, I had to come see my favorite rock star,” he said with a smile, running his thumb over her cheek.

Y/n leaned into his touch, taking in his appearence. It had been so long since she’d last seen him. So long since she’d last held him. The memories of the first time they meet were still fresh on her mind, like they’d happen yesturday. His hair was longer and the bags under his eyes were a tad bit darker, but he was still the same man she’d fallen in love with.

“I missed you,” she muttered, closing her eyes as he pulled her flush against his chest.

Rubbing her back, he nodded. “I missed you, too.”

They stood like that for what felt like centuries, wrapped up in each others arms. If Y/n had it her way, that is where she would be for the rest of her life. Being wrapped in the arms of the person she loved was the only place she called home. But being forced to go where the money was ripped her from that safe space. 

Wrapped in strong arms, once again she was home.

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D A Y L I G H T 🌞

Pairing: Stray Kids: Felix x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Angst

A/N: This is my first short au to be posted here on tumblr 😭 I hope you’ll like it 🤗 Also, this is a First person POV (female lead) 😘

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“Are you not going home yet?” my co-worker asked me as she fix her things and ready to go.

“Later, i’ll stay for a little bit.” she nods at me and immediately left the coffee shop.

It was a tiring day for me, i’ve been working the whole day in this coffee shop to sustain my needs as an exchange student here in Korea. It’s hard. Very very hard to be apart from your home.

I fix the chairs, the tables and washed the dishes. I was about to go home when I noticed that I forgot to turn off the television so I search for the remote control and was about to turn it off when someone suddenly appeared on the wide screen.

It was him.

He performs graciously like he was born to be on stage. My surroundings felt really cold and the pain inside me started to rise.

Regrets.

“You’ve grown so much, Yongbok.” I whisper to myself.

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3 years ago..

“Let’s go?” he said and offers his hand to me.

“Where to?”

“Don’t ask, just come with me.” he held my hand and ran away as fast as we could until we were out of breath.

It’s my first time to cut classes and i don’t know what came in to me that i agreed with Felix’s idea. Minutes of walking, we stopped at a small amusement park that made my eyes sparkle.

“Why did you take me here?”

“Let’s just enjoy this day. You, me, in this place.” I just nodded at him and ran inside the amusement park.

I look back and didn’t saw Felix following me, instead he was at this small shop with a bunch of cute headbands trying to choose what fits perfectly for him. I laugh at him because he is too old for this, but he is cute anyway.

He took the cat ears headband and wore it and faces me “Is it good?” i smiled and winked signaling him that the cat ear headband suits him.

I was so busy looking at the other stuffs in the shop when suddenly, he wore this cute bunny headband on my head.

“Cute..” he pinched my left cheek as he smiles so sweetly making my heart go wild.

I’ve been experiencing these kinds of attacks when he does something unusual and sweet. He went out of the store leaving me there like a statue because of my confused feelings.

I followed him as he went straightly to the Carouselle and guided me as ride one of the horses. He was just standing there while the carouselle rotates so i stared at him trying to appreciate everything about him. This man in front of me, has been with me through the darkest times of my life. I wouldn’t know what will happen to me if he didn’t appear that night when i found out my ex-boyfriend is cheating on me.

He confessed his feelings to me, but I was not ready to fall in love. was.

I thought loving someone again is scary, but being with Felix everyday makes me feel that love is not something that we should be scared about.

The carouselle ride is done and i didn’t notice that.

“Felix, i’ll tell you something.” I told him but i think he wasn’t able to hear it because he ran quickly to the roller coaster.

Maybe later.

“Let’s go!!” he screamed excitingly.

“You know that I can’t..” i whisper.

He held my hand so tight that made my heart race again and again and again making me feel that i’m safe as long as i’m with him.

“Just be with me and trust me.” he said those words while staring at both of my eyes intensely making his feelings transparent towards me.

It’s already dawn but he’s still active while i’m too tired to function. He made me ride extreme rides which i fear the most.

“Felix, i have something to tell you..” for the 2nd time around, he wans’t able to hear what I said and walked to the near food stall. Minutes later he went back and gave me a cup of tteokbokki, our favorite.

“Can we pretend that we are together? Like you act as my girlfriend and i’ll act as your boyfriend.” He said all of a sudden that made me stiffened.

“Huh?”

“Just for tonight, please make me feel that I own you.. and let’s forget everything tomorrow..” I nodded unconciously agreeing to his suggestion.

We continue having fun without knowing that its already 11pm.

“Let me take you home.” he intertwined both of our hands that made me feel thousands of volts inside my body. His touch felt like home, this is where my heart belongs, this is where i belong.

We rode the bus without seperating our hands and as soon as we sat at the end of the bus seats, i fell asleep.

“And when the daylight comes i’ll have to go, but tonight i’m gonna hold you so close..” i heard felix singing in my dream and kissed my head softly.

I woke up when i felt someone tapping my cheeks and the first thing i saw are our hands still holding on to each other. It made me smile.

He walks me home and when we reached our front door he stood in front of me and gave me his most precious smile that i love the most.

“Felix—“ he cut me off.

“You should sleep now, it’s already late.”

Maybe tomorrow.

he plays with my hand touching it softly with his thumb.

“Can you.. can you please tell me that you love me just for once? I just wanna hear it..” When he said those words, i felt weird.

But i know that if i tell him that I love him it is from the deepest part of my heart.

“I love you..” i said without stuttering and looking at him straightly in his eyes. He walks near me and cupped my neck as he kisses my forehead softly.

There’s no place like home and he’s my home.

“I love you too.. so much.. so goddamn much..” he whispered.

he pulled away and smiled at me again “Let’s forget about what happened tonight okay?” he laughs.

I won’t. But i’ll pretend that i’ll forget it, since i want a fresh start with you, Lee Yongbok.

“See you tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow!” he waved at me and walked away.

I waited for him the whole day today, but he didn’t came in our usual spot. I texted him endless times but i didn’t get a single reply. I was planning to tell him everything but i guess this is not the right time.

I went to my locker to put some of my things and when i opened it, a purple envelope fell on the ground. I opened the envelope and started to read the letter.

I’m lost.

Words are starting to get blurred as i read his letter for me.

To my porcelain angel,

By the time that you are reading this letter, I left australia already. I didn’t tell you about this but I passed the JYP audition so I’m going to Korea to start my training period. I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you.. I have really no plans accepting this offer because i was hoping for “us”.. but one day i realized that the hope for “us” won’t be possible, so i accepted the offer.

The day that I saw you cry because of a man, was also the day that i fell in love with you, my angel. A broken porcelain angel, that i want to fix. A beautiful porcelain angel, that i want to take care of. But I guess, you can’t see me.. and I have accepted the fact that you will never be ready for me.. for us.. The day that I saw you cry because of a man, was also the day that i fell in love with you, my angel. A broken porcelain angel, that i want to fix. A beautiful porcelain angel, that i want to take care of. But I guess, you can’t see me.. and I have accepted the fact that you will never be ready for me.. for us..

Thank you, thank you for giving me a chance to make me feel that you are mine.. thank you for making me feel that i am loved by you last night.. it all felt real. Every words, every touch, every kiss, it all felt real and how I wish it was real.

I love you so much, my porcelain angel. Please be happy because that’s all I want from this world. Your happiness.

Love,

Yongbok”

I cried out loud not minding the people along the corridor. I hug myself as i burry my face on my knees crying my heart out. When my tears stopped from falling, i lean my head on my locker and that’s when I realized..

it wasn’t a dream.

“And when the daylight comes i’ll have to go..” his voice were stuck in my head when he sang this to me in the bus, but i thought i was only dreaming

“...but tonight i’m gonna hold you so close..” he made me pretend that i love him, little did he know, i love him so much that it hurts right now.

“Daylight..” i love him so much but its too late.