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leiawritesstories · 1 year

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Mini Chef

happy belated birthday Abby @elentiyawhitethorn!!!!! whipped up a little something featuring Chef Rowan for you, hope you enjoy 😊😊

Word count: 871

Warnings: literally none

Enjoy!!

Chef Rowan masterlist

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Aelin had to admit, she was utterly exhausted.

Her hair was a mess, her shirt was a mess, she'd been wearing the same shorts for five days in a row, she hadn't gotten more than three consecutive hours of sleep for weeks, and she desperately needed a shower.

But it all faded away when she looked into Lana's big green eyes.

Her daughter--her and Rowan's daughter--was only three months old, but she'd completely taken over her parents' lives. And neither Aelin nor her gorgeous chef fiancé would have it any other way.

Aelin took a long pull of her water and sighed, feeling like she hadn't had water in weeks, when really it had probably only been fifteen minutes. She glanced at her phone, the screen lighting up with a text from her mom, and was on the verge of responding when Lana's cries sounded through the baby monitor.

Text forgotten, she headed into Lana's bedroom, finding her daughter wide awake and fussy, moving her little limbs inside her sleep sack.

"Hi, Lana lovey," Aelin beamed, scooping the baby into her arms. "You slept so well, little love!" Her nose wrinkled. "Guess I know what woke you up, though."

Lana's cries softened into murmurs, and she blinked up at her mother, an adorably toothless baby grin spreading across her chubby little cheeks. As Aelin unzipped her sleep sack, she flailed one arm, managing to catch a handful of Aelin's shirt, which made her babble with joy.

"Clever girl," Aelin chuckled, kissing her daughter's forehead. "Okay Lana love, let's get you into a fresh diaper, hmm?"

With Lana freshly changed and fed--wearing a onesie Aelin just knew would make Rowan cry--Aelin carried her out into the living room, settling her comfortably in her rocker with a few toys. "Here, how about you keep mama company while she tries to get a handle on this mess, yeah?"

Lana babbled, apparently happy to have playtime while her mother was busy.

Aelin laughed and gave the rocker a little nudge, setting it in motion. She rolled her neck, considering the living room, then turned on a playlist and picked things up, restoring the room to some kind of normalcy. Satisfaction coursed through her when she surveyed the room about half an hour later, pleased to see it so much more organized and tidy.

Then, of course, she spread a blanket over the freshly vacuumed floor and brought Lana onto the blanket. Lana beamed and giggled, overjoyed to be able to lay down and squirm, already trying to figure out how to move her little baby body.

"Stop growing so fast," Aelin teased, smacking a raspberry against her daughter's stomach. Lana shrieked with laughter, tiny fingers clutching Aelin's hair. "Okay, okay lovey, let's let go of Mama's hair, yeah?" She passed Lana her favorite stuffed animal in return, a well-loved teddy bear that had once been Aelin's own.

That was how Rowan found them when he came home--Lana playing with the teddy bear, Aelin sitting next to her, both mother and daughter grinning and laughing.

"How are my girls?" he asked, an impossibly soft grin curling his lips.

"Look, lovey, it's Dada!" Aelin lifted Lana up so she could see Rowan. Her little face lit up with glee, and she dropped the teddy bear, babbling unintelligible syllables that sounded suspiciously like "Dada."

"Hi, little love," Rowan laughed, taking Lana from Aelin's arms and lifting her into the air. "Dada missed you!" Lana squealed and squirmed, calming when Rowan tucked her close to his chest, pressing a kiss to her soft blonde hair. He blinked, taking another look at her outfit, and then groaned, his head tipping back with laughter. "Again, Fireheart?"

"Love you too, Chef," Aelin laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He snorted a laugh and kissed her. "Please tell me you didn't find this in a store."

"Of course not!" she exclaimed. "I had Ells make it, I just sent her the design."

"Wicked woman," he teased.

She snickered. "What, you don't like it?"

Lana was wearing a soft gray onesie with Daddy's Best Recipe lettered onto the front, the words adorned with a chef's hat on top and a spoon along the side.

"Gods, no...I love it," he admitted, a little sheepishly. "If you show my parents, though, I'll crawl into the floor and die, I swear."

Aelin giggled. "So dramatic, Chef." She rose onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "I did send a photo to Lys and Aeds, though."

Rowan's whole face went scarlet. "No," he gasped, dramatically. "Please, Fireheart, tell me you didn't!" Despite his theatrics, though, his eyes twinkled with suppressed laughter.

"Aeds still wants to kick your ass," Aelin snickered.

Rowan broke into laughter. "Blondie can try."

Lana wriggled, babbling again, and grabbed Rowan's shirt, tugging with a surprising amount of strength for an infant. He lifted her up, kissed her little nose, and raised her so she was face to face with him, both of them beaming at each other.

Aelin felt the tears before she could stop them, and she didn't even try to control the ridiculously huge smile that spread over her face. Gods above, how did she get so lucky?

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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HI, I discover your blog and i really love it. i dont know if youre already done it but could you do how the slasher would react to dreaming about they killed their s/o and wake up finding his s/o peacefully asleep next to them? im pretty curious (and sorry for my english :,3)

The Slashers having a dream were they kill you:

Thomas Hewitt

It was horrible and he woke up feeling sick.

In the dream you had been terrified of him, pleading with him to let you go, but you didn’t seem to recognise him. He didn’t recognise you either, you were just the next victim in the basement. Just a job. He woke up just as his dream self killed you.

He panicked, suddenly terrified of losing you, needing to see you.

But there you were, where you always were at night, practically laying on his chest, sleeping peacefully. You even had a small smile on your face. Nothing like in the dream.

He didn’t want to wake you, he knew it was just a dream but it had really shaken him. So, he just wrapped his arms around you tighter, holding you close and refusing to let go as he buried his face into your hair.

He loved you so much, he didn’t want you to get hurt, and the thought of being the thing that hurt you killed him inside.

“Tommy, are you alright?” you asked quietly, barely even awake. Still, it made him jump a little, he didn’t mean to wake you.

He just nodded, making you smile to yourself as you cuddled up to him some more, placing a light kiss on his chest before falling back to sleep.

Michael Myers

He hadn’t even realised it was a dream at first, he was stalking a house like he usually did, targeting the person inside. But then he realised that the house was his own, the one he now shared with you, and the victim inside was you. That didn’t seem to stop him though, he found his way into the house, taking you by surprise and driving his knife into your stomach.

You had looked up at him with wide eyes, hands clutching his arms. “Michael?” you sounded scared, betrayed...it wasn’t an image he would soon forget.

But then he woke up, finding himself in your shared bedroom, looking up at the ceiling of the dimly lit room.

It felt so...real...

He sat up and looked down at your place on the bed, finding you sleeping peacefully, unaware of the inner turmoil he was feeling. He did not like this feeling.

Killing somebody had never once left a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach but this did. If he killed you, you would be gone forever, and that was something that unsettled him more than he would like to admit.

You were sleeping deeply, so he luckily didn’t wake you up. He didn’t want to have to explain himself to you if you found him laying back down, shifting closer, and wrapping an arm around you, holding your body closer to his. He focused on your breathing and your warmth.

Maybe he was only just realising it but now, for once, he had something to lose.

Jason Voorhees

The dream was horrible. The scream, the blood, your limp body. You had been so afraid, so afraid of him, and he had killed you mercilessly, something he couldn’t even consider doing in reality. You had screamed before choking as the machete hit you. Jason had lowered you to the ground, your hand raising and leaving a bloody handprint on his mask before falling limp, the light leaving your eyes. You were gone...

And that was when Jason woke up, eyes wide and panicked.

The first thing he did was look for you, reaching out to touch you. Finding you sleeping soundly in his embrace.

You were here, alive and happy. Sleeping by his side, completely unafraid of him.

He didn’t want to wake you, he just wanted to hold you. So, he did.

He couldn’t help but tear up as he held you. It had all felt so real, for a moment he really thought he had lost you and it was painful, it had broken his heart before he realised that none of it was real. He wouldn’t be able to get that vision out of his head, of him stained in your blood...

You would wake up the next morning held in a tight embrace with Jason’s face buried in your hair, refusing to let you go.

Brahms Heelshire

In the dream, you had been busy and he was having a tantrum. You tried to shush him while getting on with the work you needed to do, but you kept denying him, ignoring him, telling him to give you a moment. Then you shouted at him. And then there was blood...so much blood. One moment Brahms had stabbed you, the next he was trying to stop the bleeding, begging you to stop. He couldn’t stop it, and he saw you die.

He woke up, shooting up straight in the bed, breathing heavily with tears in his eyes.

He was absolutely panicked. He hadn’t done that right? No, he couldn’t do that!

Frantically looking around, he saw you sleeping beside him, having clearly been disturbed by his sudden movement.

You woke up a little, sleepily asking if he was okay. He swallowed the lump in his throat before laying back down, cuddling up to you, holding you like his own personal teddy bear.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I wouldn’t ever hurt you. I’ll be good” Brahms promised you, the pain obvious in his voice.

“Of course you wouldn’t, Brahms. You’re a good boy. Why are you saying these things?” you asked but he just buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Bad dream?” you asked and he nodded. You sighed before petting his hair, slowly lulling him back to sleep before joining him.

The next day he would be on his absolute best behaviour, he couldn’t do enough for you. He would also be extra clingy, not letting you out of his sight for a moment.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had his fair share of bad dreams, he just wasn’t very open about them, but you knew. This dream was different though, it wasn’t about his childhood, it was of present day. He was taunting you as you begged him to let you go, promising to do whatever he wanted, asking him why he was doing this. But he only laughed at you, not caring, all before killing you. Watching the life leave your eyes as you reached out to hold onto him, your hand wrapping tightly around his wrist as you feel to the ground.

Bo woke up suddenly with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. It was a dream, he reminded himself, chastising himself for being so pathetic.

Then he felt you shift beside him, moving closer and getting his attention. Bo looked down at you and slowly felt that feeling in his chest fade, replaced by warmth.

You were alive and well, and sleeping peacefully right beside him.

He wrapped his arm around you, letting you cuddle up to him some more.

He wasn’t going to wake you up because he didn’t was to share the dream with you, not just yet anyway.

For now, he was quite happy to just lay with you and hopefully get some more sleep.

Vincent Sinclair

Everything had happened so fast in the dream. A new group of victims had come into town and Bo had sent him after them. He did, as he always did, finally catching up to the last victim, stabbing them, killing them. Only then did he realise that it was you, looking up at him in horror, your blood coating his hands.

Vincent woke up breathing heavily, eye wide as he tried to ground himself back in reality.

He instantly looked to you, gradually calming down as he watched your body rise and fall with steady breaths.

He didn’t want to wake you up or disturb you, he just needed some comfort.

He carefully shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around you and pressing his chest to your back, nuzzling his face against your hair.

He felt a tear threatening to fall and he just allowed it, as long as he was quiet as to not wake you.

All he wanted right now was to hold you and calm down. Everything would be alright in the morning, he knew that.

Lester Sinclair

Lester had a bad dream every now and again, just like everyone else, but they had mostly stopped since you started sharing a bed with him. Tonight seemed to be an exception. Lester never did the killing, he brought the victims to the brothers. This was no different. He had taken you into town, handed you right over to the twins, even when you begged him not too, both of you knowing what your fate would be. As Bo walked you away, followed by Vincent, you had looked back at Lester, begging him one more time, a look of complete betrayal and heartbreak on your face.

Lester startled awake, breathing heavily and sweating slightly.

His sudden movement woke you up, making you roll over to face him, rubbing your face sleepily. “Lester? You okay?”

“Y-yeah, just a bad dream...you’re okay, right?” Lester assured you, looking over you as if checking for any injuries.

“Of course I am” you frowned slightly, confused by his question. But he seemed to relax then, joining you in bed again.

“Good...good” Lester sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You just wrapped your arms around him and held him as the two of you fell back to sleep.

Bubba Sawyer

It had been an accident in the dream. He was chasing down an intruder, chasing them through the house, nothing too new. He thought that he had caught up with them, dealing with them using his chainsaw...but once the chaos was over, he saw you laying on the floor, your blood pooling around you.

Bubba woke up, instantly panicked and searching for you. But he found you sleeping with a content smile on your face right beside him.

He quickly moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest in a tight embrace.

The movement woke you up but you knew it was Bubba so you just happily moved closer and cuddled into him.

“You okay, Bubs?” you asked and he nodded, letting out a few concerned coos. “Bad dream?” he nodded again.

You lifted your head, kissing his cheek, silently assuring him that everything was alright, before cuddling up to him again. Falling asleep in his arms.

Billy Lenz

Bad dreams weren’t new to Billy but this one was. He was walking through the house and he had a knife in his hand, he had a destination in him, a victim was waiting for him. He slowly pushed the bedroom door open before stepping in, the slither of light illuminating your sleeping face. He moved over to you, raising the blade above his head before forcing it down into your chest.

Then he woke up with a gasp, eyes wide and frantic as he sat up.

The suddenness waking you up slightly. You asked if he was alright, altering him that you were alright.

“Bad dream” Billy murmured as he returned to you, tangling his limps with yours and clinging to you. “Billy wouldn’t hurt you. Billy loves you” he mumbled.

“Did you hurt me in the dream?” you asked softly and he hesitantly nodded. “It’s okay, Billy. I know you wouldn’t hurt me in real life. I love you too” you kissed the top of his head, feeling him hold onto you a little tighter before trying to get some more sleep, you joining him.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

For Asa, bad dreams usually related to his childhood, not anything from his present life. Sometimes he would dream about his crimes but he wouldn’t call them bad dreams, he was very neutral on them. This...even he couldn’t feel neutral about what he was dreaming about right now. Of hurting you, not even making it quick, drawing your pain out before finally doing you the mercy of killing you.

As soon as he wakes up, he steadies his breathing and focuses himself.

It was a dream, nothing more.

But that didn’t change the sense of contentment he felt when he looked down to see you sleeping, arm around his waist and head on his chest. A perfect reminder that it really was just a dream, that you were still here, and he wasn’t going to hurt you.

He wrapped his arm around you some more, just holding you more securely without waking you up. He wasn’t going to discuss this with you, not right now anyway.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

In the dream, it was like you were just another victim. He had subdued you but you were still away, tears staining your face as you pleaded with him to show mercy. He just took the camera off of his shoulder and zoomed in on your terrified face, he was enjoying it. He soon put the camera back in place before pulling out his knife.

Your piercing scream of agony rang through his mind as he woke up, greeted by the ceiling of his bedroom.

He turned his head to the side, seeing you sleeping beside him. Perfectly well and unharmed, your arm resting over his waist.

You were alright, you were safe. He would never hurt you.

Jesse wrapped his arm around you, gently pulling you closer to him.

It was just a dream, he was well aware of that, and knew not to let it effect him too much. Still, the thought of hurting you made him cringe.

That would never happen, he would protect you, he promised himself that.

Otis Driftwood

It was a violent dream that unsettled him more than he cared to admit. Just him carrying out his true nature but on you instead of a victim he couldn’t care less about. You had cried, pleaded, tried to get through to him, but he didn’t stop, he didn’t care. And then, you were dead. He had killed you, your blood staining his hands and clothes.

Otis is pretty used to disturbing dreams, they rarely bothered him, but this one definitely did.

He woke up, instantly focusing on you. How your head was resting on his chest and your legs was draped over his hips. Very much alive, not a spot of blood on you, perfectly content.

He never thought that somebody outside of the family could have such an effect on him. That somebody’s loss could...scare him so much.

His arm remained around you as he made himself more comfortable, causing you to shift closer as well, letting out a quiet, sleepy hum.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, nearly chastising the fond feeling he felt when you smiled in your sleep.

Baby Firefly

Gory dreams never bothered her, they couldn’t be any worse than reality, in fact she wouldn’t consider them nightmares at all. This though, this was certainly a nightmare. You were bleeding, crying, and in pain, but she was just giggling, being the person hurting you. And, just like that, you were dead and her giggling stopped, a look of worry spreading over her face.

She woke up, running a hand over her face and brushing off the dream. It was just a dream, you were alright.

There you were, sleeping right beside her. She knew that, she was looking at you.

Still, she shifted into a more comfortable position, brushing your hair out of your face and beginning to scatter kisses over your face.

She wasn’t going to mention the dream right now, it was silly. She just wanted to hear you wake up giggling at her playful attack.

Yautja (Predator)

Dreams weren’t all that common for him, at least not like this one. Even in teh dream it was an accident, him forgetting how fragile you were compared to Yautjas. And it cost him everything.

He woke up just as you died in the dream, leaving him with a sickening feeling.

But when he felt you shift, making him relax.

You were curled up on his chest, sleeping peacefully, just like you did every night.

He purred soothingly as he gently combed his clawed fingers through your hair, purring some more when you smiled and nuzzled into him.

You trusted him. Trusted that he wouldn’t hurt you, that he wouldn’t let anything like that dream happen. He just had to trust himself, and he could do that.

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daenqyu · 3 years

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promise me | bakugou katsuki

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @birds-have-teeth )

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

genre: angsty fluff

summary: you’re used to dealing with your problems all on your own, but sometimes the weight becomes too heavy. and just when you feel like you’re about to fall, bakugou is always there to steady you back on your feet.

warnings: suicidal thoughts, descriptions of a panic attack, dark thoughts in general

word count: 3.2k

a/n: at first i wasn’t gonna post this because it was more of a comfort fic for me since i’ve been struggling a lot recently and bakugou is my comfort character, but i thought this could make other people feel better too so yeah :)

small disclaimer: this is completely based on my OWN, PERSONAL experience !!!!! if you ever experience suicidal thoughts, please seek help; you’re not alone. and you’re loved. you’re worth it.

IT was too much. you couldn’t handle it. you thought you could and that’s why you decided to not tell anyone, especially not bakugou. he knew about your struggles and burdens; at some point in your relationship you decided you felt comfortable enough to share that part of yourself with him and even tho he couldn’t really understand all of your emotions, he was still very supportive. but of course that didn’t mean you told him everything. sure, you trusted him with your life and you knew he would never judge you, but that wasn’t enough to make the voices in your head go away.

for a while everything seemed to be fine, you had managed to keep yourself distracted enough to not have to be alone with your thoughts. whether it was hanging out with friends, going on dates with bakugou, or watching tv shows, you were always busy with something. but there’s only so much one can do to stop themselves from thinking, or in your case, overthinking.

the nights were the worst. normally you’d watch random videos until your eyes started hurting from the brightness of you phone and then go to bed, but there were times when even that wasn’t enough. when not even heavy metal songs could be as loud as your dark thoughts, and they only seemed to intensify the more you tried to push them away. you tossed and turned on bed in hopes of eventually tiring yourself out, yet you ended up sitting on the mattress with hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried your best to catch your breathing.

all the emotions you suppressed for months now suddenly came crashing down on you, forcing you to face your inner demons and making you realize just how not okay you were. you couldn’t quite pinpoint what was bothering you so much; it was everything, yet nothing at the same time. it was about you, but also everyone else in your life. it was about not knowing who you were, about losing yourself and not really knowing what you were doing with your life. it was about thinking you were a failure, yet better than most people. it was confusing. and it was eating you alive.

your hands tugged at your hair so tight a part of you was afraid you were gonna rip it off and your chin rested on your knees as you brought them up to your chest in a feeble attempt to hug yourself.

this always happens. stop making such a big deal about it. why are you even crying? you’re so ungrateful. such an attention seeker. completely pathetic. why is bakugou even dating you? he might as well leave you for someone better. prettier. smarter.

loud sobs left your mouth as your thoughts mentally destroyed you, your insecurities getting the best of you. but it was more than that. this wasn’t just about not feeling good enough or thinking you didn’t deserve your boyfriend. it was about thinking you would be better off. after all you were just a bother, right? you would be doing everyone a favor if you just fucking did it, but you couldn’t. you wouldn’t. because you were scared. because you were a coward.

at some point it became too much, you could barely even breathe and your chest was hurting, or maybe it was your heart, along with your head, which’s pounding had become almost unbearable. your eyes burned from all the crying and you could feel the puffiness beginning to form around them. with trembling hands and blurry vision, you took your phone in your hands and dialed the only person you knew was capable of helping you in a situation like this.

the blonde haired boy groaned when he heard his phone ringing from the nightstand next to his bed. he rubbed his eyes before mentally insulting whoever was calling him so fucking late at night, but just as he was about to start screaming onto the phone’s speaker, he saw your name flash across the screen and his whole expression changed in less that a second. because you were his exception to everything.

“y/n? do you know what fucking time it is? this better be-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence when a sob coming from your end interrupted him. suddenly he was up and about, his eyes widening as he sat on his bed, all the sleepiness he felt moments ago disappearing at the heartbreaking sound. “are you- are you crying?”

“k-katsuki,” he cringed, hating the way your voice sounded so broken and not like your usual self. and while he didn’t know what was going on exactly, he had a pretty good idea.

“i’m here,” he tried to assure you, but he hated how your sobs only got louder after that. “what happened? are you okay?”

“no. it’s bad,” you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him, not when you needed him the most. “i’m s-sorry for calling you so late, i-”

“you don’t have to apologize. i wasn’t that tired anyways,” he bit his lower lip, debating on what he should do next. “do you want me to come over?”

“yes,” you didn’t even hesitate; it almost sounded like you were begging and bakugou could feel his breath hitching in his throat for a moment. “please, i need you.” that was all he needed to hear before he hung up, throwing the phone on his desk as he hurriedly put on whatever shirt he had laying around, not bothering to put shoes on. he didn’t have time to think about some stupid footwear. he stumbled while running towards your dorm room, not giving a fuck about how loud his steps were or if he could wake up his classmates.

much to his luck, your room wasn’t that far away from his so he got there in less than two minutes. he could feel his heart hammering against his chest as his hand gripped the door’s knob, but he didn’t waste any time before turning it around and letting himself inside. the sight before his eyes made something inside bakugou break. you were sitting down on the floor with your knees up to your chest, hands clutching your head tightly as choked sobs kept leaving your mouth. and he hated it. he hated it because he knew exactly how you felt; the same way he felt every night when he was alone in the confines of his room and his thoughts were the only thing keeping him company.

you hadn’t noticed him, too focused on trying not to pass out, so he made his way over to you slowly in order to not startle you. he kneeled down in front of you, quickly recalling the website he had read a few days ago that talked about what to do when a person was having a panic attack. his hand gently touched your shoulder, careful not to scare you, and while you still flinched at the sudden touch, your expression somewhat softened after seeing it was none other than your boyfriend.

“hey beautiful,” he smiled softly at you, or at least tried his best since all he wanted to do was scream and fight someone. because you didn’t deserve this. someone as kind as you didn’t deserve to go through all this shit. “can you hear me?” you nodded, tears still running down your cheeks and your whole body trembling. “good, now let’s take a few deep breaths,” he inhaled deeply before exhaling, wanting you to repeat his actions and you tried. your hands stopped gripping your scalp, instead opting for bakugou’s arms, which were at each side of you as they held onto your shoulders. “you’re doing great, just focus on me okay? only me.” you nodded once again, still trying to ease your breathing pattern as you stared into his beautiful vermilion eyes, the ones that always managed to intimidate you (in a good way of course).

after a few more minutes of breathing exercises, you managed to stop the pants that came out of your mouth, but tears still ran down your cheeks as the thoughts never ceased, perhaps getting louder and louder with every passing second. you wanted nothing more than to close your eyes and curl yourself into a ball, but you knew that wasn’t gonna solve anything. so you kept holding on to your boyfriend’s arms, as if he was the only thing holding you down to earth.

this better fucking work, bakugou thought to himself before he spoke up again, “y/n, can you tell me five things you can see?”

“you,” talking was still hard, yet you forced yourself to look around the room and answer his question correctly. “my p-phone, the desk, d-dirty laundry, and,” all this thinking made the pounding in your head worse, but at least you weren’t focusing on the voices. “my stuffed t-teddy bear.”

“hm, four things you can touch?” one of his hands tenderly gripped your shoulder, his eyes never leaving yours.

“y-you, your shirt, the c-carpet, and m-my pj’s.” the dizziness in your head started to come to a halt and you sniffled, thankful that bakugou was able to make things better. like always.

“that’s it, you’re doing so well. now three things you can hear?” his head turned around to leave an innocent kiss on the skin of your forearm, his gaze still focused on your face.

“your voice, t-the rain, and the air conditioner.” the feeling of bakugou’s lips made you come back to your senses slowly but surely. now your hands were the only thing trembling, not your whole body.

“you’re almost there baby, two things you can smell?”

“my diffuser and your perfume,” a small smile made its way to your lips as you breathed in his scent, letting out a pleasant sigh as the smell filled your nostrils. “caramel.”

bakugou scoffed, a soft blush splashed across his cheeks as he looked away from you for a moment.

“one thing you can taste?”

you took in a deep breath, not really knowing what to answer until you licked your lips and tasted the familiar sweetness of your chapstick, “cherry.” your grip on bakugou’s arm loosened, but still lingered there. he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in, feeling a big weight off his shoulders knowing you could breathe properly again, but he was still bothered by the situation.

“dumbass, don’t ever scare me like that again.” his words were rather rough yet you knew he meant no harm, you knew he was genuinely scared for your well being and that was just his way of voicing out his concern.

“i’m sorry.”

“what did i tell you about apologizing all the damn time?” he groaned, letting his arms fall to his sides as your hands came up to wipe your remaining tears away. you sent him an apologetic smile before sighing, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to wrap your head around everything that happened.

meanwhile, bakugou stared intently at you, wondering whether or nor he should ask what caused the sudden outburst. he didn’t want to make you feel worse, but if he knew you like he thought he did (which he does), you’d probably end up bottling everything inside until you had another breakdown. and he’ll be damned if he ever let’s that happen again.

silently, he crawled towards you. and once he was close enough, he positioned himself behind you so you could sit on his lap and you happily complied. you cuddled your face against his warm chest, enjoying the comfort it provided, and bakugou placed his chin on top of your head, keeping you close to him. you stayed like that for a few minutes, just basking in each other’s presence, but in reality bakugou was just giving you some more time to calm down before pestering you with questions that could possibly overwhelm you.

“you want to talk about it?” he was still keeping his tone low and gentle; anyone who heard him would’ve been extremely confused by his sudden change in demeanor. because he could be a lot of things, but gentle was not one of them. then again, you were his exception. you were different.

“i...don’t know,” your hands played with the hem of his black tank top, eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to find the right words to describe your internal turmoil. “it’s just...everything piling up and never knowing what to do,” bakugou leaned down to place a kiss on your temple, quietly letting you know that he wasn’t going anywhere, and somehow, that made you want to cry all over again. “you know when you get really tired of yourself and your life?” he hesitantly nodded, not knowing where you were going with this. “well i feel like that everyday. a-and sometimes i think it would all be better if i disappeared.”

it took him approximately 5 seconds to get what you exactly meant by disappearing, but when he did boy was he mad. his eyebrows furrowed and his grip on you tightened, an annoyed, yet concerned expression evident on his face. how could you say that? you were his everything, the only one who could calm him down, the one who made him smile by just breathing; his light. he wouldn’t know what to do without you, hell he didn’t even want to imagine it.

“you’re such an idiot,” a smile tugged your lips at his harsh choice of words, the complete opposite of the hold he had on you. “you listen to me because you know how much i hate repeating myself,” one of his hands grabbed your chin softly, yet firmly as he tilted your head to make you look at him directly. “feeling like this is not your fault. i know that it’s easier to blame yourself for everything that goes wrong in your life, trust me, i know. but there are things in life that we just can’t control and most definitely aren’t responsible for.”

you scoffed, “well you’re one to talk.”

“tch, such a smartass, aren’t you?” bakugou rolled his eyes at your remark. “that’s exactly why i’m telling you all this, dumbass. because i don’t want you to go through what i did, especially when you have me by your side to help you.” your eyes widened at his sweet confession, gaze softening at the boy in front of you. he avoided it, looking to the side with rosy cheeks.

“katsuki…” you lowered your voice, lifting your hand to place it on bakugou’s cheek and your heart jumped when he looked at you. his eyes reflected nothing but pure love and adoration, and you were sure yours were the exact same. without saying another word, you kissed him softly, fingers caressing his soft skin. the kiss was short and innocent, but it made bakugou smile ever so slightly.

“let me finish,” he said once you pulled away and the determination in his voice made you nod, knowing he needed to say whatever was on his mind. “i know there’s nothing i can do to make your pain disappear or for you to change your mindset because that’s not how it works. but i am and will always be here for you. i don’t give a shit if you think you’re gonna bother me or if it’s late or if you think it’s something stupid, you just tell me. and if the thoughts continue then maybe we can even get a professional to help you, but please don’t give up on me.” the crack in his voice at the end of his sentence made your heart stutter.

both of your hands cradled bakugou’s face, your eyes desperately looking for his once again. when he finally looked at you, you saw the tears threatening to fall from his eyes and how hard he was trying to hold himself back from breaking down. he needed to be strong. he couldn’t be weak in front of you. you were the one who needed to be comforted, not him. so with those thoughts in mind, bakugou sniffled and roughly wiped the unshed tears away. but you didn’t move from your place.

“so promise me,” he pulled you impossibly close, your faces barely inches apart. “promise me you won’t give up, that you’ll fight and be stronger than your demons because you fucking are. you’re so much stronger than you think, shit you’re probably stronger than me!” your eyes widened, surprised he even said something like that, but knowing he 100% meant it. because bakugou didn’t lie. “promise me.”

you nodded multiple times, taking out your pinky to show him you were serious about this. and while bakugou thought you couldn’t be any more childish, he still grinned and interlaced his own pinky with yours, “i promise.”

“good, now let’s sleep because i’m tired as fuck.” you rolled your eyes at the sudden change in attitude.

“knew it was too good to be true.” he raised an eyebrow at your comment, standing up to lay down on your bed, the soft sheets welcoming him with your scent.

“the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“nothing, let’s just sleep.” you sent him a smile before laying down next to him, his arms quickly wrapping themselves around your waist to pull you even closer.

you turned around in his hold to properly look at him. his head rested comfortably against the pillow, his hair messy and sticking up in all different directions, while his eyes lazily looked over at you. he looked angelic, ethereal even. without thinking it twice, you ran one of your hands through his hair, giggling when he let out a happy hum and gripped your hips, as if telling you to keep going. he looked so pretty, lips slightly pouty as he forced himself to stay awake for a little longer. at least until you fell asleep.

“wanna know something really cheesy?” he sounded tired and you felt bad for keeping him awake so late when he probably had a long day. nevertheless, you hummed and continued to comb your fingers through his hair. “you’re fucking amazing. absolutely mesmerizing,” bakugou opened his eyes to look at you better, a small smile tugging his lips upwards as he saw your flushed expression, trying to look away from him, but he didn’t let you. “i love you, y/n.”

he’s said it before, and you should be used to it by now, but it never fails to make you heat up and feel all fuzzy inside. bakugou looks so serious, because he wants you to know he truly means it, yet so soft at the same time and you know this isn’t easy for him. he doesn’t like showing his vulnerable side to people, thinking it makes him weak, so to have him open up to you and declare his love for you so openly makes you feel special. because you’re the only one who knows this side of him.

“i love you more, katsuki.” another genuine smile grazes bakugou’s lips after hearing you call him by his first name, your voice sweet like honey.

he presses a kiss on your forehead as he lets you snuggle up against him, “go to sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up.”

that night, you slept peacefully, knowing you’re safe in bakugou’s arms. you don’t know what tomorrow or any other day holds for you, but if you have him by your side, you know you can overcome anything.

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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Title: Go To Bed

Chapter: 1/1 (can be considered a follow up to Goodest Boy or a standalone. You don’t need to read Goodest Boy to understand what’s going on.)

Summary: He’s just one giant toddler when he’s been drinking

Rating: T

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Drunk Henry. My botched attempt at a drunken British accent.

In retrospect, staying with Henry at the same time that a 'very important rugby match' was on TV, may have been a bad idea. Don't get me wrong, everyone was super polite. They were also super loud. And as the night wore on, they became super drunk. Add to that the fact that I know nothing about rugby and I wasn't having the best of times. I definitely should have tried to reschedule my visit for the next time I would be back in London. It was only a few weeks away, rugby season would be over by then, right? Did rugby have a season, or was it an all the time thing?

I could probably ask him that when he was sober. As for right now, he was several rounds deep, and probably wouldn't understand the question if I did ask. If he could even hear me. How are they all so loud? Which team was I supposed to be rooting for again? They are all probably drunk enough to not notice me leave right now. I could just walk right out of this madness and curl up all cozy with a book.

My plan went off without a hitch, easily detangling myself from the pile of dudes drunkenly fixated on the TV and walking straight out and up to the guest room. I should probably lock the door in case Henry forgets I'm here and offers the room to one of his pals. The last thing I want to deal with is a drunken stranger in my room in the middle of the night.

The door muffled their boisterous laughter and cheering well enough. I could still hear them, but I was able to concentrate on my book. I fully drowned out the noise as I immersed myself into my favorite fantasy realm for what had to be the tenth time. Once my eyes grew too heavy to force open anymore, I marked my page and clicked off the bedside lamp, snuggling down into the bed for a good night's sleep. I had the suspicion I was going to be the one making breakfast tomorrow.

What was that sound? It sounds like scratching. Is Henry's house haunted? I really needed to check if people's homes were haunted before staying with them for any length of time. When I heard it again, it was accompanied by a whimpering sound, followed by a booming bark. Good news, it was just a bear scratching at my door, not a demon! Henry probably forgot to let him out again before he went to bed.

"Shh, buddy, Henry's probably getting some much needed sleep right now." I soothed as I opened the door. Kal hopped down the hallway, whimpering and tapping his feet when I didn't follow right away. Poor boy must really have to go. "Alright, come on. Let's get you settled for the night." I sighed, following after him.

I was more than a little confused when Kal led me to the kitchen instead of the backdoor. Did Henry not give him dinner? No, he fed him before everyone came over. Was that little piggy trying for another dinner?

"Kaaaaal!" I heard a familiar voice drag out, followed by what could only be described as giggling. "Kal, ca' you ope' the pea'butter?" I cautiously peered around the island, groaning when I saw Henry sprawled out on his back, attempting to open the bottom of a jar of peanut butter. He must really be out of it.

"Henry." I called, slowly stepping closer to him.

"Abi!" He cheered, lifting his head to look at me, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Is there a reason you're laying on the kitchen floor?"

"I... I drop it." Henry explained, holding the jar up, only for it to tumble out of his hands once more, bouncing off his stomach. "Ouch. Not nice."

"Can you stand up? You'd sleep a lot better if you went to bed." I explained, offering him my hand to help him up.

"M' fine." Henry scoffed, abruptly popping himself up into a sitting position. He blinked rapidly a few times, trying to regain his equilibrium before turning his head to look at me. "Abi!" He cheered again, throwing his arms around me locking me in a bear hug, his face buried in my stomach. "You' so nice." He mumbled, his voice muffled by my shirt.

"Ok, save the snuggles for when you're in bed." I sighed, wiggling my way out of his grasp.

"You stay wit' me?" He gasped excitedly, scrambling to his feet and accidentally tackling me when he tried to me hug again, somehow managing to twist us so he took the brunt of the fall. "I... 'm sorry." He mumbled after a second, popping his head up to look at me, still clutched to his chest like a child with a teddy bear.

"Come on, you need to get to bed. No more tackling." I attempted again, slipping free again and stepping back as my gigantic host rose to his feet. It was times like this, when he was unsteady and unaware of his sheer mass, that I am reminded of exactly large he is. He typically carries himself very well, he is gentle in spite of his strength. When he's drunk, he's a bull in a china shop.

"m snack." He whined, looking dejectedly at the still un opened jar of peanut butter on the floor.

"Sorry buddy, I talked with sober Henry and he told me he has a strict rule about peanut butter in the bed."

"He sound' like a... stupid." Henry mumbled, leaning against the island and rubbing at his eyes.

"Now come on, big guy. Bed time." I repeated, gently turning his shoulders toward the hall and giving him a small push in the correct direction.

"'s your bed time." He grumbled, taking unsteady steps to the hallway, pausing when he reached the archway, leaning on it and looking back at me again. "You' go ta bed."

"After I make sure you're safe for the night." I compromised, shooing him down the hall again.

"I can... I can take care 'o m'self." He scoffed, pinballing his way down the hall to the stairs. "See? You' bein' dramatic." He yawned, plopping down on the third stair and leaning back against the rest them.

"And you are trying to take a nap on a staircase."

"No 'm not."

"Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, get your ass up those stairs and go to bed, right now!"

"Tha'... tha's kinda hot." Henry chuckled, his eyes popping open to look at me again. "You bein' bossy. So lil' and bein' bossy." He continued rambling as he crawled his way up the stairs, giggling to himself the entire time. "Call' m' by m' full name an' ever'thin'."

"Keep it moving." I sighed, grabbing onto his hips to steady him when he stood himself back up to weave his way down the hall, finally shoving the giant onto his bed, relief washing over me when he landed face down, bouncing safely on the mattress. "I'll get you some water and a painkiller. Don't move." Henry groaned and shot me a thumbs up from his face down position, finally turning his head so he could breathe.

I was halfway back up the steps, Kal dutifully following me when I heard a loud thud from upstairs. Of course that stubborn man wouldn't listen when I told him to stay put. I rushed the rest of the way back to his room, rolling my eyes when I found him sitting on the floor, trying to wrestle his shirt over his head.

"Help." He whined, pausing in his struggle when he took notice of me and his canine companion standing in the doorway. Kal only huffed at his human, trotting over to his bed and curling up for the night, content his job was done.

"I thought I told you to stay still." I chastised, setting the glass of water and pill bottle down before helping him out of his shirt.

"I gotta take a piss." He grouched, pushing himself up on unsteady legs and stumbling off to the bathroom.

"I am not cleaning your bathroom if you pee on everything!" I called after him, my shoulders slumping when I heard him start swearing from the bathroom. "You just peed on everything, didn't you?"

"No! Fuckin' zipper!" He yelled back. "AH HA! I got it! Hey... Hey, Abi, I got it." He called triumphantly.

"Thank God." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was getting a headache of my own from dealing with this over grown toddler. "And make sure you leave your underwear on!"

"'S on!" He grouched, shuffling back in just his underwear, sending me a dopey grin. "Abi!"

"Yes, Henry. I'm still here."

"Oh 'm glad 's you." He laughed, wrapping me in his arms and leaning his weight on me. "You... you're th' bes'."

"And you are drunk." I reminded him, shuffling us around to sit him on the edge of the bed.

"So pretty." He sighed, snatching me up again and burying his face in my chest. "Mrr mmeee."

"I'm sorry, Henry, I can't hear you."

"I said marry me!" Henry repeated, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked up at me. "It'll be great!"

"Now I know you're trashed." I laughed, pushing his forehead until he fell back on the mattress.

"Noooo." He whined reaching for me again, though I was sure to stay out of his reach this time.

"You don't know what you're saying, Henry." I soothed, grabbing his long, muscular legs and heaving them up onto the bed.

"Yeah I do." He pouted, his hazy eyes locking on me again. "You're th' bes'. You... You're always there 'f me. Gon' marry you."

"Ok, big guy." I sighed, throwing the blankets over him.

"Stay." His voice was so quiet I wasn't sure I heard him at first, but then I heard him wiggling around in the bed before speaking again. "Plea' stay?"

"Henry, you're drunk. I don't think that's a good idea."

"Pleeeeease?" He whined, pouting back at me. "I wan' make sure you don' run 'way 'morrow."

"I won't go anywhere, Hank. Get some sleep, I'll check on you in the morning."

To say I was surprised to find Henry not only walking around the next day, but bringing me a cup of coffee before I even woke up, would be an understatement. He looked freshly showered, he had dressed himself and judging from the smell wafting through the house, he even cooked something. He really was Superman.

"Morning, Abi." He greeted, shooting me that obnoxiously handsome grin.

"Morning, Henry." I yawned, sitting up and rubbing at my eyes. "Feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm doing much better now. Thank you for helping me last night."

"I'm shocked you're doing so good."

"Well, it is almost three in the afternoon." Henry chuckled, shaking his head at my panicked look.

"Why did you let me sleep so long?!" I gasped, scrambling out of the bed like it burned me.

"I'm pretty sure I kept you up a fair bit last night. It's all a bit fuzzy, honestly, but I thought you earned a bit of a lay in."

"How much do you remember about last night?"

"Not much. I remember wanting peanut butter and you yelling at me, but not much else."

"So you don't remember asking me to marry you?" I teased, laughing when all the color drained from his face. "You know, if you wanted to be more than friends, all you had to do was ask."

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yee-fxcking-haw · 3 years

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•Affirmation•

Summary: Reader's dad is a dick, Bakugo does the big comfort. Just a short little comfort piece.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (both 18+)

Warnings: Little bit of angst, degredation (not the fun kind), bad relationship with father, Bakugo is not great at comfort but he gives it the old college try.

Word Count: 1,640

A/N: This was for a request, the basic gist of the request was the reader having an asshole dad that doesn't support them, Bakugo over hearing it, reader breaking down a little then Bakugo giving some comfort. I hope you like it!❤️

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"You shouldn't have moved out so young, it was stupid and impulsive." The harsh, too familiar voice barks over the phone.

"I know." You choke out.

But you left me with no choice. You want to say that, but you don't have the guts.

"You knew damn well you'd never be able to make a living off of doodles."

Another wave of nausea washes over you, your hand tightens around your phone and starts to shake.

"I know…" You don't know, you don't agree, but you can't argue, it would be useless.

"Dad, please don't." You beg, voice wobbly with the tears you're holding back.

You should never have called them for money, you knew better. What choice do you have though? With three dollars to your name, rent to pay and groceries to buy.

You should be able to call your parents… should be. They've never supported your choices, especially your dad.

"Look, you've gotta figure this one out, I can't cure incompetence." Ice settles in your gut as he hangs up.

He wouldn't help you, your mom wouldn't help you.

They had always laughed at your desire to become a comic book illustrator, calling it a useless path, a waste of time. Defeated and helpless, you crawl into bed.

You'll give your two weeks tomorrow, find a real job, maybe keep drawing as a hobby.

The thought makes you sob, the feeling settles into the base of your being, deep and aching.

"What are you crying for?" A grumble of a voice echoes from your doorway.

"Suki, please, not now." Katsuki is a lot of things, comforting is not one of them.

He waits for a moment, you just bury your face further into the blankets, clutching a pillow to your aching chest.

"Was that your dad?" He asks, his voice taking on a softer tone.

You don't answer, just nod and sniffle.

You hear him whisper something about shitty people, then feel the mattress dip.

"He's an asshole, he's gonna act like an asshole."

Not helping.

You flop onto your back, tears pouring out of your eyes as you glare at him.

"Shit, you're actually crying." He scrambles up the bed, he grabs you and hauls you into his lap, almost cradling you like a baby.

"What happened? Do I finally get to blast him to pieces? Just say the word baby, I'll-"

"I'm gonna stop drawing." You admit quietly.

"Huh?" He sounds almost offended.

You snuggle into his warm chest then blink up at him, ruby eyes look at you with honest confusion.

"I can't keep doing it. I can't afford anything, I'm not that good, my parents hate me for it." God it hurts, it makes your insides feel so raw.

He grabs the side of your cheek, forcing you to make eye contact.

"Fuck that, fuck them. You're incredible, -hey, look at me-" Halfway through his sentence you pull your head away and press your face into his chest.

"Hey, firecracker, look at me, please?" The nickname pulls at your heart a little, he's called you that since you met, since you were the only one with enough balls to give his shit right back to him.

When you refuse to look up, he just holds you tightly to his chest. You soak up the body heat, inhale his smell, revel in the way he clings to you.

"Listen to me, then, you're talented, you're capable, and you're so fucking beautiful. Parents are just a bunch of old dumbasses that get off on telling their kids what they can't do." He's trying so damn hard to keep his voice down, you can tell by the way he's gripping you.

"I'll help you with whatever you need." He places a kiss on top of your head, a little rough, but that's just Katsuki.

"No, I can do this, I just have to get a better job." You insist with a pitiful voice.

"I know you can, but you don't have to. I can't let you give up on drawing, not with the talent you have." He runs a hand through your hair as he talks, the motion soothes you immensely.

"I know parents suck, especially when you don't do what they have planned for you, but you have to keep doing what you love. Please, let me help you." He almost sounds frantic, it makes your heart melt.

Katsuki loves you, you know he loves you, he'd bring buildings to the ground for you.

"It's too much, I can't ask you to help with all of it." You wipe your eyes with your sleeve before looking up at him again.

"Is living here the biggest issue?" He asks, still running his hands through your hair.

You nod, defeated and overwhelmed.

"Move in with me." When he says it, he sounds almost as shocked as you feel.

"What?" You ask.

"I'm serious, when was the last time we actually slept in our own homes? Or even showered separately, there's no point in living apart anymore."

He has a point, a very good point. Though, something doesn't sit well with you.

"I'm not a charity case, Suki, would you even be asking me this if I wasn't crying over my dad?" Your question is genuine, but he seems so hurt by it.

"I would be, I've wanted to."

He's dead serious.

You scramble to sit up straight, moving so you can straddle him as he leans against the headboard. You grab the sides of his face and make him look directly at you.

"Katsuki, if this is a prank I will fucking kill you." You say, shaking him a little as you talk.

A small smile creeps onto his face, eyes full of adoration. He reaches up to hold your face as well, thumbs catching the remaining tears.

"You couldn't if you tried, but it's not a prank. Please, come live with me." He grabs one of your hands, brings it to his mouth, then kisses your palm.

"I'm also serious about you being talented." He kisses your wrist.

"And capable." He pulls you in to kiss your neck.

"And so fucking beautiful." He plants one, dedicated kiss to your lips.

"Ok." You say, breathless.

"You will?" He asks, his voice taking on a giddy tone.

His hands snake around your waist and starts kissing you wherever he can, frantic and needy.

"And you're gonna keep drawing?" He pauses, looking up at you with sweet, honest eyes.

You turn to mush when he looks at you like that, without fail.

"Do you think I should?" You play with the collar of his t-shirt, quickly forgetting your father's harsh words.

"Baby, I love your work, I love watching you work. Please don't stop because of some fuck head that couldn't see talent if it hit him in the nuts." He lays his chin on your chest, still looking up at you with a devoted gaze.

"Can we get a dog?" You ask, hands coming up to play with his wild, blond hair.

He gives you a dramatic pout before pressing his face into your sternum.

"We can get a cat." He says against your chest, voice muffled by your body.

You giggle as he pulls you closer.

"I'll keep drawing if we get a dog." You bargain.

He grumbles against your chest before pulling away to look up at you.

"A rescue?" He asks, bright eyes looking up at you hopefully.

There he is, the giant teddy bear hiding under the man that swears like a sailor and makes threats like a hit man.

"Of course." You lean down and kiss his nose.

Somehow, through his reassurance and his desire to have you close, Suki has managed to dull the ache of the parental disapproval.

"I love you." You sigh, hands snaking around his neck.

"I love you more, and I'll wipe the floor with anyone who makes you feel like you're less than incredible." He leans up to kiss you long and hard, lips working perfectly against yours.

"Can we go look at dogs now?" He asks when he pulls away.

"Oh? Mr. 'We can get a cat.'?" You tease him, ruffling his hair as you slide off his lap.

You try to walk towards the closet, but he catches you around the waist from behind, caging you with his strong arms.

"You're talented, say it." His voice is low in your ear, making goosebumps raise on your flesh.

He has this thing that he makes you do, something about verbally affirming yourself until you believe it.

You roll your eyes and pull at his arms.

"Huh uh, no dog until you say it." He kisses your neck gently.

"No dog, no drawing." You shoot back.

"Baby."

"Fine, I'm talented." You huff.

"You're capable." He continues, squeezing you tighter.

"I'm capable." You don't believe it, but Suki does, and that's what matters.

He spins you in his arms, hands coming up to cradle your cheeks.

"You're beautiful." It's more of a breath, a whisper, his voice soft and soothing.

You glare up at him, not willing to say those words. He gives you a serious look, all stern and unwavering.

"I'm beautiful." You say as quietly as you can.

"You are." He kisses your forehead, breathing out as he pours his love over you.

"Who's a badass?" He says as he pulls away, a smile cracking across his face.

"I'm a badass." You can't help but laugh, chest bubbling with admiration for your determined boyfriend.

"Hell yeah you are," He presses one more kiss into your lips, "Let's go get that damn dog."

Katsuki Bakugo is many things, maybe comforting isn't one of them, but he's learning.

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omg-imagine · 3 years

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⊱ Nightmares ⊰

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Summary: John comforts his daughter after she wakes up from a nightmare.

Warnings: a smidge of angst, but major fluff

Words: 2.3k

A/N: I was in a dad!john mood these last couple of days and ended up writing this fic. This is set a few years after Perfect to Me, which takes place in a universe that I'll be expanding with more of these family blurbs. Hope you enjoy!

Daylight has come and gone; an inky blackness speckled with countless shimmering, twinkling lights now fills the late midnight skies above. The air is calm, so serene—it’s tranquil silence lulling John to a deep, deep slumber, one that was very much needed after a tiresome day. Beneath the thick duvet, sleep is just a touch away following a brief bout of tossing and turning in bed. It always takes a little more time for him to retire when your body isn’t next to his during the night.

Eyelids heavy with fatigue, John was teetering on the edge of consciousness when a distant scream from down the hall pierces the quietude, causing him to jolt awake. In an instant, he pushes himself up and out of the mattress, his bare feet swiftly dashing across the hardwood as he heads to the source of the worrying sound.

A familiar adrenaline fuels John’s hasty sprint, his mind already assuming that something terrible has happened. Sadly, it was a burden he still carries as a result of his past. He knows of the horrors in reality; he had been one of them at one point. Though time has passed since he walked away from that horrid life, John remains wary, afraid that there will come a day when this beautiful paradise he has found would be taken away.

John pushes the door open with enough force that it slams harshly against the wall, his heart hammering against his chest at the sight of the empty, disheveled bed in the middle of the room. “Ellie?!” He yells her name out loud, his voice frantic, trembling as panic starts to creep in. Before he could run to check the rest of the house, John hears faint shuffling coming from behind.

“Daddy?”

A sigh of relief falls from John’s lips once he sees his five-year-old curled up in the closet, seemingly distraught as he is. She was shaking, her lashes wet with fresh tears as she glances up at her father. Kneeling down, John joins her on the floor, his rapid breathing steadied following the recent fright. Ellie immediately crawls closer to him, her short arms wrapping around his mid as she buries her face into his shirt, finding comfort in his presence.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” John murmurs low as he tenderly strokes Ellie’s hair. Her tiny frame quivers while she stifles her sobs, the mere sound of her cries shattering his heart.

“I had a bad dream,” she responds, tone soft and weary. John’s shirt is stained with her tears, but he pays it no mind. Instead, he holds her closer, tilting his lips down to place a kiss on her forehead, which aided in relaxing his darling daughter. With his warm embrace growing tight, he assures her that she is safe from harm.

Yet, as they sit there on the carpeted floor, John feels a crushing pain from seeing her so scared. Since becoming a father, he often frets about Ellie. There would be nights when John would wake late in the evening to check on his baby, only to find her sleeping peacefully. He has this constant unsettling anxiety that looms over his head, a rooted fear that he could not shake off easily.

“Come,” he eventually whispers, his utterance as delicate as the way he lifts her up from the ground, carrying her back to bed.

Gently, John lays Ellie down on the mattress, drawing the pink blanket up to her body. He then switches on the lamp on the nightstand, its soft glow illuminating what should be a haven for her. John doesn’t even wait for her to ask him to stay; he could not leave her so soon. Sighing, he sits on the edge of the bed, the palm of his hand coming to rest on the side of her angelic face with features still tainted with terror.

“What was your nightmare about?” John probes, hoping that she would answer.

Whenever he experiences nightmares of his own, you would pose to him the same question. At first, he was reluctant to share, not wanting to have you be a part of the torment his mind poisons him with. You, however, wouldn’t sleep until John opened up, and when he finally did, you always knew exactly what to say to bring him peace, never without fail.

“I-I was outside in the dark,” Ellie recounts with a whimper, her little fingers curling around the edge of the sheet. “A big monster was chasing me, and I screamed for help, but nobody came. I couldn’t find you or mommy anywhere.”

John’s heart is heavy as he pictures her completely helpless. Ellie is so young, innocent and vulnerable. She was too pure to witness or even dream about evil, but that he has no control over. John would do anything and everything if it means keeping her safe, but what could he do in a situation like this?

“Honey, I’m sorry to hear that,” he soothes, lightly running the pad of his thumb under her eye to wipe the remaining tears away. She resembles you more, he thinks, both reminders of all the good there is in this world. “But you’re alright now. It was just a bad dream, Ellie-bear. None of it was real.”

“Are you sure?” She wearily asks. “The monster looked real, daddy. What if it shows up again when I go to sleep?”

“I’m sure, baby. If you see the monster again, I promise I will be here to protect you. Your mother and I love you so much; we will never, ever let anything bad happen to you, El. Okay?”

Ellie wordlessly responds with a nod, reaching for John’s calloused hand then clutching it tightly with her softer one. “Daddy, do you get nightmares, too?”

“Sometimes,” he reveals, rubbing circles on the back of her hand. It still amazes John how much she’s grown over the last several years. He recalls how small her hands were when she was a mere few days old and how much love he had at the time for such a tiny precious thing.

A profound love that has since multiplied immensely even to this day.

“What happens when you wake up?”

John pauses to ponder as Ellie’s curious chocolate eyes stare at him. They mirror his own in a way, and he smiles the slightest bit, his free hand moving to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, mommy usually talks to me for a bit, just like what we’re doing right now. She reminds me each time that nightmares aren’t real and we shouldn’t be scared of them.”

“You get scared of nightmares?”

“I do,” he truthfully states. “But you don’t have to worry. All that matters is that you’re safe now.”

Gaze faltering, John could tell that she’s not wholly convinced by the pout on her lips as she fiddles with the shiny silver band on his ring finger. His eyes briefly dart to the stuffed animal that must have fallen when Ellie jumped out of bed and scampered to the closet. Leaning down, John retrieves the toy bear, softly smiling to himself at a passing memory.

“You know, I got Mr. Teddy right after mommy told me she was pregnant with you.”

He remembers that moment as clear as day. The two of you have long desired for a family, and following a hard year of trying, you had surprised John on his birthday. He would never forget the indescribable feeling he had when you told him he was going to be a father.

That night, you and John had gone on a lovely walk under the stars, imagining what the near future would look like. The bear caught his attention as you passed by a children’s store, and unable to contain his utter excitement, he had purchased it for the baby to play with one day.

“I always sleep with Mr. Teddy by my side,” Ellie notes as John places the bear in her arms. It was beginning to wear out after all these years, the brown faux fur fading into a dullish color. She could have any toy she wants, but her teddy bear would forever remain. Ellie could never part with it, and it means greatly to her as much as it does to John.

“You love Mr. Teddy, don’t you?” She nods, yes. “Well, from now on, Mr. Teddy will make sure that the monster never comes back. At night, when your mother and I are sleeping in the other room, Mr. Teddy will be our eyes and ears. Even if you don’t see us, he’ll be here to keep you safe.”

The corner of Ellie’s mouth turned up in a small smile, yet it was sweet enough to reassure John. He watches his little girl bring the bear up to her lips, giving the top of its head a brief kiss before holding it out towards him. John furrows his brow in confusion as she pushes Mr. Teddy into his hand. “What’s this?”

“You said you have nightmares,” Ellie replies, her voice soft like the plush in his grasp. “Since mommy’s at work, you can bring Mr. Teddy to your room. I know you’ll always protect me, but who’s going to protect you?”

John is caught off-guard by her simple query. Ellie was incredibly bright for her age, ever so inquisitive at most times. He spends four to five seconds contemplating, but in the end, he’s unsure of what to say. It truly warms his heart knowing that she was concerned about him and was willing to give up her favorite toy that she sleeps with every night. “It’s alright, honey. You need Mr. Teddy more than I do. I’ll be fine.”

“But what if you get a bad dream later?”

“I’ll be okay,” he affirms with a tender smile. “Nightmares aren’t real, but you are. Knowing that you’re here safe and sound is all I need to remind myself not to be afraid.”

For a while, John mulls over his words, absorbing the same truth he had tried to persuade Ellie to believe in. Days, weeks, months, and years have gone by since he quit doing business in the underground world, and so far, no threat has ever come to his family. His worried mind drove this trepidation he had, and to overcome it, he needed to listen to his own advice.

Nightmares aren’t real.

But you and Ellie are.

“Daddy, can you sleep here tonight?”

Ellie looks up at him with her adorable pair of doe eyes, and John was powerless to them. He couldn’t turn down her request; he could never say “no” to his one and only princess. “Of course. Can you scoot over for me?”

Doing so, she gives him just enough room to lay down beside her. Though the bed was too small and cramped for John’s larger self, he couldn’t care less. Once he’s settled, Ellie snuggles up against him while she holds Mr. Teddy close to her heart, letting out a yawn as exhaustion sets in.

“I love you, daddy,” she mumbles sleepily, ready for blissful dreams to follow.

“I love you too, Ellie,” John returns, exhaling a content sigh.

Soon after, Ellie’s fast asleep, her small body relaxed, and her rhythmic breathing slowing John’s. His arms cuddle her in, cocooning her as if he’s shielding her away from any and all danger. Within moments, his consciousness begins to ebb, this time unafraid of what was to come.

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Dawn breaks.

The skies are bright and blue.

In glorious light, John’s eyes slowly flutter open, and he is greeted by the morning sunrise. It’s still quite early, he concludes, and he decides to stay in bed for now so that he doesn’t disturb Ellie. But before he could doze off again, he hears the squeaky creak of the floorboard coming from outside.

“Hey,” you say quietly once John notices you standing in the doorway. “I was wondering where you were.”

John beams as you tiptoe inside the room, careful not to wake your daughter. Smiling, you bend down to kiss him on the lips. “How did your shift go?”

“It was a slow night in the ER, but I’m glad to be home,” you answer, brushing John’s lengthy locks away from his face. “What happened last night?”

“Ellie had a nightmare,” he states, keeping his volume very low. “I couldn’t let her sleep alone afterwards.”

At the mention of her name, Ellie stirs awake, nose crinkling as her fists rise to rub at her tired eyes. Once adjusted to the brightness of the room, her attention falls on you, and her rosy lips promptly quirked into a gentle smile. “Mommy, you’re home!”

“I am, baby,” you cooed as you shifted to kiss her forehead. “You can go back to bed, Ellie. I just wanted to check up on you two before I sleep for a bit.”

“Mommy, can you sleep here, too?”

You glance at your husband, who only gives you a pleading look similar to Ellie’s, and quickly, you concede defeat.

Just like John, it was impossible for you to deny her of such.

With a nod, your feet pads to the other side, peeling back the covers as he and Ellie move to allow you enough space to join. Crawling into bed, you rest on your side while John reaches for your hand, the three of you now laying in comfortable silence.

John waits until you and Ellie drift off to sleep, his heart soaring when he realizes he’s surrounded by the loves of his life.

And as the sun continues to rise above the horizon once again, vibrant hues of yellow and gold shining down on the earth below, John falls back to a deep, deep slumber; memories of his nightmares now long forgotten, replaced by treasured moments like this.

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hobbitsnapes · 3 years

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the elf in the café chapter 8

A corpse husband story

(I do not own this photo, nor do I know where it originated from. All credit goes to the artist.)

Summary: Never in his life, did he think going to a cafe and meeting a Harry Potter nerd could change his life. (I’m shit at summaries

A/N: H/N means his name, being that we don’t know what his actual name is currently

The day just felt, off. The best way to describe it.

He couldn’t remember the last time they hadn’t spoken for a day, especially since the night they shared just 3 nights prior. Both having been on the phone with one another unless she was at school, even then his heart would jump when his phone would ping from a text, even if it was just a small heart.

He didn’t wake up to notifications from her texting, no calls, nothing. Maybe she slept in? He thought, trying not to let it affect his morning, sadly to no avail.

Around 10 in the morning he sent her a text, just a simple good morning, having only gotten up an hour prior.

Checking his phone 30 minutes later to see the text was delivered, but no response. Maybe she was just sleeping in and didn’t hear his text. That’s what he tried telling himself as he got ready for his stream later in the night. Hoping to hear from her sometime before that.

2 hours past, again, nothing from her. Nerves starting itching at him, before he shot them down. Over the last few months, she helpt to teach him coping techniques to call himself, to think rationally rather than emotionally. She probably was in a rush for classes and forgot her phone, having done that when they first started talking. He still remembers the frantic phone call from her, apologizing profusely for forgetting her phone at home. Yeah, that’s what it is, he’ll laugh at himself later when all his worries are squashed when she gets home at 4. All worries leaving him.

Hours ticked by, his worries creeping back when the clock struck 4, no response. He thought of sending a text or even trying to call, but worries crept up his throat every time he thought about it.

An hour had past and his anxiety was growing increasingly worse, this being the longest he hadn’t heard from her.

He sent a quick text, asking if she was home or forgot her phone. Simple, just checking in to see if everything’s alright. She’ll get back to him soon.

Anxiety scratched at him when another hour went by with nothing. With only an hour until his stream, he was getting worse by the minute.

She still had no idea about his other life, but he would always call her before one of his streams to calm himself for the nerve wracking time. But with the stakes of the stream, and not hearing from her, he was growing mad.

He finally sat at his filming chair, back stiff, hands relentlessly twitching, jaw set and tight chest. He hadn’t felt this nervous since the first time he played with his friends, even then it was worse now because of the increasing worries about her. He figured that he would cut the stream shorter than usual, all of his friends deciding to do it earlier than normal, and call her. He figured he’d try for a few hours, take his mind off of everything and just enjoy time with his fans and friends.

He tried desperately to forget, to Immerse himself in the game but to no avail. Everyone, including the views picked up on his ever so rising anxiety. Many of his friends, namely Rae and Sykkuno, asking him if he’s alright. He hated lying to them, but he hadn’t even told anyone about her. Wanting to keep what they had to themselves, for as long as possible. He knew the complete horrific catastrophe would ensue if he came out with it, making his anxiety even worse than it already was. He hadn’t even asked her out yet, neither worrying about it too heavily. They were practically dating at this point, especially after the other night.

He couldn’t stay focused even if he tried, mind still only thinking of her and what could be wrong. He scratched any and all thought of something as small as her phone being lost or dead, her being out, or sleeping. He knew something was wrong but he didn’t know what to do. No, he did, he knew what he could do, but his fears kept him from doing so.

His mind screamed at him to end the stream, and to do what both his mind and heart are telling him. But he kept fighting, wanting to give her more time to respond. But as the hours ticked by, so did his hold.

He could hardly focus on his tasks, nearly always giving himself away to either be killed or as the impostor. He hardly even spoke in the chat, small short word sentences and hardly any comantarry coming from him the whole night.

He checked his phone again, his heart sinking in his stomach. It was nearing 10 at night, and still, nothing. It was so late, but after checking everything and seeing nothing, he made his mind up. “Hey Uh guys, I think I’m gonna call it a night, haven’t felt great today.” It wasn’t a total lie, but he did keep out what was truly bothering him. A strew of goodbyes and nights was heard, including from his chat before he ended it, getting up from his chair.

He sent her another text, ‘hey is everything alright? I’m really worried somethings wrong.’

He got himself ready, setting his phone down as he got his things ready to head out. He was gonna try calling her right before he leaves, maybe she’ll finally answer and everything was just blown out of proportion and things will be fine.

His heart sank when again, no response. He quickly clicked on the call, the longer the ringing went the worse he felt.

His heart sank but skipped at hearing her voicemail, her sweet voice calming him before he remembered. “Hey, I’m getting really worried if you’re alright. I’m sorry if you’re not feeling well, but I’m coming over to see if you’re alright.” He hung up the phone, taking in a deep breath before heading out his door, his heart hammering in his chest.

The car ride was long, torturous even. He hadn’t been here since the night he brought her home, even then, he didn’t go inside.

His heart hammered in his chest when her home came into view, wanting nothing but to turn back around. But he knew something was wrong when he saw her car in the driveway, no lights on that he could see from the home.

He felt as if he was gonna vomit, sitting outside in his care for some minutes.

His hands gripped at the steering wheel, causing pain from he force. He felt crazy, like a complete stalker. Why did he do this? Why didn’t he just leave it be and stay home? Why didn’t he just go to bed, or try to, and just wait.

After what felt like an hour, but really only being 15 minutes, he checked his phone. Again, nothing. But her car was right beside his, knowing that nobody would take it. He made his mind up, climbing out of the car, his heart hammering.

He got to her door, standing in front of it like it was coated with electricity. Reaching for his phone again, he called her again. Maybe this time, she’ll finally answer.

Again, voicemail. “Hey I’m outside, I’m sorry I’m doing this but, I’m worried sick there’s something wrong.” He mumbled, before hanging up and putting it in his sweatshirt pocket.

He bent down, going under her doormat for the spare key. He remembered her mentioning it once, that she always had a spare just in case. Even though her house key was on her car keys. He always found it funny, now beyond thankful.

He opened the door, the instant sound of pure silence cutting though everything but his beating heart. “Hello? Hun? You there?” He yelled out, but again, nothing.

He reached for his phone again, quickly calling her. His heart sunk to his stomach, vomit nearly escaping when he hears the ringing coming from the floor above. The ringing cutting through the thick silence like a serrated knife. Oh god, what if something happened. What if, he can’t even think of it without tears welling in his eyes, his worst fear coming to what he thinks is reality.

He went up the stairs, passing through the kitchen and living room. He didn’t have time to look at anything, anxiety ripping his body apart from the inside the closer he heard the ringing.

His heart sank again when he reached the top of the steps, a long hallway greeting him. His feet plant to the ground, nearly giving out. The silence nearly deafening. That is, until he hears it. The small noise that makes him rip his feet from the floor and down the hallway. A whimper. A small cry, something. Something that makes his heart pick up, something that makes the fear of her being, gone, wash away like water. It was hope, that she was alive.

A gasp leaves hun when he opens the door, the sight in front of him both washing away his fears, but crippling him in pain at the shock.

There he found her, in a room he never thought he’d find her in.

There she sat huddled up, sobs shaking her as she sat against, a crib. It was a nursery. Toys lay on the ground, a toy car race floor mat covering the floor. A rocking chair painted a soft blue sat in the corner, next to it, boxes of toys lay. The walls were a medium lavender, covered by drawings of either cars, or teddy bears. But there’re she was, clutching a teddy bear to her chest, her body shaking as she looked up to him. Tears pricked his eyes as he fell to the floor, wrapping his arms around her. He had no idea what was going on, only the heart shattering sounds and feel of her sobbing in his chest, giving any indication.

“I-I’m so sorry.” She sobbed, his heart tearing itself in half at the broken, horse sound of her voice. Tears pricked at his eyes, squeezing them tightly as to not let them fall. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for sweetheart. But please, what’s going on?” He asks, pulling her head from his shoulder.

New sobs wracked her body, her head falling, hitting his chest. “There’s, something I’ve been hiding from you H/N” his heart sank again, eyes welling up with tears. “I-I was in college early, and, I met a man. He was always in the front of the class, with dark brown curly hair and thick rimmed glasses. His name, was james. He was a true, loving, honest man. We quickly fell in love, and when I was 19, and halfway through our bachelors, we got married. Everything was, perfect. So perfect. After leaving my family in New England, and not speaking to them and living on my own, I, found someone I loved. And that love doubled when I, found out I was pregnant. We were so happy, especially when we found out it was a boy. A boy, a baby boy. We decided on the name, Damian. God he was perfect, his fathers hair, my eyes, but everything else a perfect blend of hun and I. Both in personality and looks. Things were, perfect.”

Sobs wracked her body as she tried speaking, his hands coming to her shoulders to steady her. “It was our 4 year anniversary, and james had promised to take time from work to spend with Damian and I. What I didn’t know, was he had gotten an order of my favorite flowers. White lotuses. I had them for our wedding, and he had gone out of his way to get some shipped here. He, told me he had to run into town to get something, the flowers being the reason. I was having a migraine, and he told me he’ll bring Damian with him so I could rest. What he didn’t know was, I was having them because, I was pregnant again. I was planning on telling him that night, I had just found out a week prior.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks that he quickly whipped away.

“He, gave me a kiss goodbye and a promise to be back, I watched from our bed, him having Damian wave bye to me, before they left.”

Her heart shatters at the memory, tears spilling from her eyes as she tries to steady her breath.

“There was, there was a man driving who had taken a combination of meth, and cocaine. He was driving on the same road as them and, and-“ sobs wracked her body as his heart broke, the realization hitting him like a thousand bricks. Tears streamed from his eyes as he finally understood, wrapping his arms around her shaking body. “They were both crushed! CRUSHED! They couldn’t even identify the bodies until they looked up the owners and found us. They couldn’t find Damian's body because the car was so crushed, completely engulfing his tiny body. They, they called me that night to tell me. It was the worst night of my life. I, I lost the baby from the pain.” She screamed and sobbed, her body shaking violently in his arms. “That day, was exactly a year ago today.” His body broke down in sobs with her, his heart breaking worse than any pain he’s ever felt as he held her trembling body. Never, could he imagine the pain she felt everyday, especially today. “If it wasn’t for me feeling sick, I would’ve been in the car with them, and I wouldn’t have to live with the guilt and pain EVERY FUCKING DAY!” He quickly pulled her face into his hands, hands shaking as her sobs wrecked her. “Hey don’t say that, I know, I know how badly you wish you were in that car, in that crash, but none of it’s your fault. You’re meant to live on, to live for them. God I, this is gonna sound so selfish but, I can’t imagine life without you.” “Why?” She sobs, tears streaming from her eyes. “Because I, I love you.” He sobbed.

“You, you shouldn’t love me H/N.” She sobbed. “Why?” “Because look at me! I’m a widowed mother who’s lost both her husband and son! HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME WHEN IM, IM THIS!” She screamed, tears still falling from her eyes. “Because I do. I started loving you when you first asked to sit beside me at the cafe, from the first smile you gave me with your kind eyes. I started loving you when I heard your laugh when you made that horrible dobby joke. I started loving you when your eyes fell on me when I looked at you like you were mad. I started loving you when you said goodby that day, promising to see me the next day. I started loving you when my heart jumped in my chest when you walked in. I started loving you when you hugged me tight under that cherry blossom tree. I started loving you each time you touched me, everytime I heard your sweet voice. Your smile would light up my world, make me want to see it again. I’d even make a fool out of myself just to hear your laugh and call me an idiot. I was falling in love with you with every single moment I spent beside or with you. And I knew I loved you when I kissed you, I knew I was deeply in love that night. It, it wasn’t even sex, it was love. I felt every bit of love between us that night, it was a feeling I can only describe as, making love with the person you love so deeply that they hold your heart, and you’re not afraid. I, love you so much. Even now, knowing how much pain you hold. Because you’re not alone. You saved me.”

He admitted, tears falling from his eyes. He felt the weight of everything he had held for months pour out in every word he spoke, no fear, pain, anxiety could make him stop telling her how he’s felt all this time. His words barely scratched the surface of how he truly felt, it was more than being in love, it was feeling his soul connect with hers as everything around him had a glow, a soft haze as his heart belonged to her.

“I, I love you too H/N. So much. I’ve felt guilty, so much pain and guilt. I feel like I’m betraying my love to James and Damian, but I know they would want me happy. And with you, I feel it. I haven’t felt happy since that day, until I met you. God I, I can’t even describe how you make me feel in words. But now knowing you feel the same, I, I can’t even describe it.” Tears fell from both their eyes as they rest their heads together, smiles painted on their faces. Their hearts beating in unison

“I love you.” “I love you.” They mumble, lips finally connecting. Their lips danced as they feel the same wave of warmth they felt as their first, only now feeling a deep connection that they hadn’t felt before. The realization that both loved one another filling every small and large crack in them as they were consumed in love. “Please, be mine.” He whispers, lips hovering over hers. “Always.” She says, before connecting their lips again. Their hearts pouring out their chest as it soars.

“Are you upset that, I kept that from you?” She asks, her heart picking up as anxiety creeps up her chest. “No, because, I’ve been keeping something from you as well. But first, I want you to come back, with me, so I can show you.” Her eyes widen as she pulls her head from his, making him laugh. “It’s nothing scary I promise, I’m not a secret killer or anything. It’s just, better to show you and explain it then.”

She sits in his filming room as he explains everything, not a word leaving her as he shows her, everything. Ever bit of the life he’s hid so well from everyone in his personal life. Pouring out everything of his life that he can to her.

Nerves wreck him the entire time that he shows her everything, everything he’s made to his fans. But not once was he afraid, afraid that she would run. Her eyes still held love in them as she listened to him, a soft smile on her face a few times that he would show her something. A proud look in her eyes as he explained everything, as she did that same night.

“So, that’s, that’s my life.” He said, a laugh leaving him. “You still love me?” He asks, worry creeping in his chest. A soft smile forms on her face before she pulls him in, kissing his lips as she places both hands on the sides of his neck, his arms wrapping around her. “Yes, I’m still in love with you. I love every single part of you, and your life. I want to be with you, through everything. And I mean it.” Smiles paint their faces before they lean in, lips connecting as they fall against the couch, hearts soaring.

They pant as he falls against her chest, bodies sweaty as they lay there as the aftershocks still making them shake. Her legs still wrapped around him and they lay there, neither moving as they enjoy the still lingering sense of euphoria, bodies still connected as they hold one another.

He picks his head up from her chest, leaning in and kissing her lips. Their hearts beat against one another as their lips move, small moans escaping as they kiss. “Please, stay.” He mumbled. “What?” Shr asks. “I can’t keep letting my heart break everytime I see you walk out. I want you here, with me, please. I’ve lived here alone this entire time, and it’s only felt like home when you’re here. And I’ve realized, it’s not that you’re making it a home, it’s that anywhere feels like home with you in it.” Tears slip past their cheeks, his falling down onto her as he hovers over her. “And anywhere feels like home with you.” She says, leaning up, connecting their lips again. “I love you.” He mumbled into her lips, his heart soaring as she repeats the words back.

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blush-and-books · 3 years

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high school au, luke pining for julie, friendship on the cusp of something more?, dahlias

ahh got carried away with this one too would you look at that. this is another combo drabble -- @ the anon who sent the request “high school au, fluff, confession, the chain on luke’s jeans.” this one doesn’t have a precise confession, but... I think you’ll still enjoy it. both of you, hopefully!! thank you guys so much for the amazing requests.

Luke would buy Julie flowers for a wide variety of reasons.

Their friends thought it was almost ridiculous how often Luke would show up at school or band practice or even Julie’s house with a bouquet of dahlias with some reason behind it that wasn’t the fact that he was in love with her and giving her flowers was his romantic love language.

(Yes, we all know his primary love language is touch, but he will hug a stranger he met on the street, so it carries significantly less weight.)

He knows that dahlias are her favorite flower, and he knows how important it is that there are always dahlias in the house to keep the spirit of her mom around in a symbolic way. Wherever there are dahlias, there is Rose -- and Luke understood that almost better than any of their friends.

Which is why he would come up with excuses to give Julie flowers all of the time.

The night of a show? Flowers. Her birthday? Flowers. A good grade on a test, she’s having a bad week, or just him noticing that the current bouquet is dying? Flowers.

You get the picture.

On the anniversary of her mom’s passing, the dark date falls on a school day. Julie doesn’t show, which is expected from their friend group -- and when she ignores text messages, they all assume she’s taking the day to herself.

In hopes of making her smile, Luke drops by the store on the way back from school and picks up a bouquet to bring by the Molina household before heading home.

(Or sticking around to hang out with Julie. He would painfully prefer the second option, but also is well aware that this is a day that she needs to be alone.)

Ray Molina wears a grim smile when he sees Luke on the other side of the threshold.

“You’re sweet, mijo. I would let you go say hi, but she woke up sick, and she could barely stand. We were going to go visit her mom today, but we want to make sure she’s there so we are postponing it for a few days. She’s pretty upset.”

Hearing that she’s sick, and likely very depressed, only makes Luke more tempted to respectfully push past her father and run up to her room to comfort her.

“Oh,” he says instead, shoulders slumping. He holds out the bouquet of dahlias. “Okay, well, can you give these to her for me? I’m sure she’s been having a rough day, and-”

A handful of distinct thumps cut him off, and both him and Ray turn to look at the source of the sound: The staircase, where Julie is stumbling step by step, wrapped up in a blanket.

“Julie!”

Without hesitation, Luke crosses the threshold and darts into the house to check on Julie, alongside Ray. She’s hardly standing, and her eyes are almost fully shut as she clutches the blanket and murmurs to herself in Spanish.

“Papa, estoy lista,” she hums into the air as they grip her arms and try to get her to sit down. “¿Por que Luke está aqui? No quiero le verme así este.”

Luckily, Luke’s known her long enough to be able to make out what she’s saying, and finds himself running his hand over her forehead -- God, she’s burning up -- and over her hair.

“Traje unas flores para ti. Sentarte, por favor, y no preocuparte por tu apariencia. Eres siempre hermosa.”

His Spanish is definitely average, but he knows enough to talk her down to the floor and get her resting against him as Ray looks between them with wide eyes. Luke feels himself blushing and his skin is so warm that he wonders if it could pass for a fever of his own. While her dad clearly wants to have a conversation later that Luke had been dreading -- even though they were literally friends -- there is more focus on getting Julie back up to her room.

“I’ll carry her back up,” Ray decides, grunting as he stands. He leans back down to tap on his daughter’s shoulders and coax her off of Luke, but she only presses farther into the boy; clutching onto his arm for dear life. Both Luke and Ray know that this means.

“I’ll get her upstairs.” Ray nods at Luke, staring down at his daughter in the guitarist’s arms, wondering how the two of them happened right before his eyes and how Luke could never conceive how Julie adores him.

“Gracias, mijo.”

Julie is already close to his side, so all it takes is a strategic shift for him to be able to slip his right arm under her legs and tighten his arm around her back. “Okay, mi mariposita enferma, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Quiero ver a mi mamá,” she mumbles lucidly into his neck. Luke feels his heart throb under his ribs, because he knows how hard this is for her, and he just wants to make everything better for her even though no one has that kind of power.

(Except for Julie herself. She can always make everything better for him.)

“Yo se,” he whispers back, almost at the top of the stairs. “Te traería si yo pudiera te traer.”

She doesn’t say any more, but she presses herself even closer and he worries that she may be on the verge of tears. Refusing to look down at her for fear his heart will shatter, he gently slips through her bedroom door and lays her on the mattress; pulling the covers back over her in an instant because she started shivering the second he put her down.

She murmurs “quiero mi mama” a handful of times, and Ray brings up a cup of steaming tea, and Luke finds himself sitting on the edge of her bed trying to get her to drink some of it.

Eventually, she gives in, grumbling more Spanish that was so quick and quiet and run together that Luke couldn’t even attempt to decipher it.

“You should probably go home, mijo,” Ray says after a few moments. “Go take a shower and pop some Vitamin C. I didn’t mean to put you at risk.”

“No, Sir, it’s okay. I needed to make sure Julie was alright.” Gazing down at the half-asleep girl who is curled in bed with a mountain of blankets and a teddy bear pressed into her chest, Luke remembers the bouquet downstairs. “Do you mind if I put the flowers in a vase before I go?”

Who would Ray be to deny him that?

With a head nod towards the door, he gives the teenager a small grin. “Go for it, mijo. You know where the vases are by now.”

He does. And he makes quick work of a nice light pink one, tucking the bundle inside after filling it with water. After scribbling down a note on a nearby piece of paper, he is skipping every other step as he rushes up the stairs. He finds Ray hovering by the doorway, keeping watch over Julie.

The vase is positioned on her nightstand, with the note tucked under the base. Luke tries to stay as quiet as possible, because he doesn’t know if she’s asleep or awake when-

There’s an insistent pull against the chain on his jeans.

Julie has reached out from under the covers and hooked two fingers around it to keep him close. Without opening her eyes, a small smile forms on her face: “Gracias para las flores.” And if Luke listens even closer: “Te amo.”

Julie’s dad is six feet away, but Luke forgets all about that when he unlatches her hand from the chain and presses her palm against his lips.

“Cualquier cosa para ti, mariposa.” Quietly, murmured against her palm like a promise, “te amo.”

Her grin impossibly widens, which is the most emotion she’s shown the whole time he’s been there. It makes his chest ache a little that he managed to make her smile, even a little bit, even in this state.

He would do just about anything to keep her smiling.

The next morning is a Saturday, so he sleeps in, and plans to go over to see Julie again. He doesn’t have to wonder long if she’s still in the same state, because he wakes up to a text from her on his phone: Dad says you were killing the Spanish game yesterday. Bravo.

And BTW, thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.

And once again, Julie is the one making him smile.

TRANSLATIONS (not my four years of Spanish finally popping in):

- Papa, estoy lista. ¿Por que Luke está aqui? No quiero le verme así este = Dad, I’m ready... Why is Luke here? I don’t want him to see me like this.

- Traje unas flores para ti. Sentarte, por favor, y no preocuparte por tu apariencia. Eres siempre hermosa. = I brought flowers for you, Sit down, please, and don’t worry about your appearance. You’re always beautiful.

- mi mariposita enferma = my little sick butterfly

- quiero ver a mi mama = i want to see my mom

- yo se, te traería si yo pudiera te traer = I know, I would bring you if I could bring you

- gracias para las flores, te amo = thank you for the flowers, I love you.

- cualquier cosa para ti, mariposa. te amo = anything for you, butterfly. i love you.

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Prompt: 5. Memories

A/N: So, we are on day 5 of SNAPEMAS and I have a little longer fic for you today! Fair warning though, it is very mixed between joy and sorrow because I try to shine some light on tough subjects with my writing. I know it's a jolly time of year but it is also around this time of year many suffer - often in silence. So, with that said, I hope you enjoy this one!

Setting: Your home on a little hill covered in snow, Christmas morning

Pairing: Snape x Wife!Reader

ABBR.: │(y/n) - Your Name │

Word count: 4240

Warnings: Sexual content, Angst, Sorrow, Mentions of miscarriage, Fluffiness & Cute stuff

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Christmas, it's finally here! It was the first thing you thought as you woke from a soft slumber next to your husband. It was still early, pitch black outside despite the heavy layer of snow you knew was just beyond the frost-covered window. You sighed, completely content as you snuggled up next to Severus. His arms snaked lazily around you as he grumbled a 'good morning' with that raspy voice you adored.

You kissed his chest as you were tucked into him, your head heavy on his pale shoulder. "Good morning hubby," you purred and you saw a little smile tug at his thin lips. Your fingers traced idle circles on his chest, swirling in the black chest hair you always loved to drag your fingers through. He chuckled and moved his free hand to be beneath his head.

"How long do you think we have?" he murmured and it vibrated through your skin where your head rested against him. "'dunno, an hour maybe," you whispered back, he chuckled. "That's more than enough." Before you knew it he was on top of you. He held up his weight with his arms on either side of you as he snuggled in between your warm legs. Fitting perfectly together.

You giggled as your arms snaked around him; your warm hands landed on each of his shoulders before you moved them down his scarred back. You barely noticed all the marks he bore any longer. They were a part of him and nothing with him could be ugly. Not even the near-white marks that covered most of his back. You knew what memories they carried and you had been determined, from the first time you saw them, to take away his pain. As he did yours.

His lips travelled down your temple, cheek and jaw; ventured down your throat as he purred against you. A soft moan escaped you as one of his hands stroked down your ribs and hip; then up again. "Severus," you whispered and he hummed. "I love you," was his answer to your call of his name before his head dipped further down to your breasts as he kissed, licked and nibbled. "I love you too," you panted softly as your hands grabbed on to his back. Your nails slightly dug in and he moaned against your warm skin.

He ventured further down and your opening was slick with want. A feverish need pounded in you as he stirred you awake in every way possible. You loved him dearly. The perfect man that was yours to love and cherish, to care for and support. As he did for you in all ways possible. The way he made you tremble with arousal was just the biggest of bonuses. He was masterful in the art of seduction and just as skilled when it came to the actual deed. He never left you unsatisfied if he could help it.

"Oh, Sev, please," you pleaded as he suckled and licked at your most sensitive spot. As he tenderly stroked and sucked the little bundle of nerves. Your body stiffened ever so slightly as he hummed against you. It was a far better experience than any vibrating toy could ever give you. Could there be a better way to start of Christmas? No, no I don't think so...

"I love-" Just as he was about to say something you both froze. Then in a flurry of movements, he threw himself up and you both snuggled up to each other pretending to be asleep. You tried to calm your body and breathing, he was trying to do the same. You both inhaled and exhaled a long, deep breath and just a second later your door gently squeaked open. Just as you both were able to scold your faces into sleeping masks.

You pretended to be asleep as little feet padded the floor on their journey towards your bed. The mattress bent and the bed groined a bit as a little body climbed onto it. "Mommy," a sing-song voice whispered. You feigned sleep and tried with all your might not to smile. "Mommy," the little voice whispered again, a little louder. But you did not stir. You knew to lay still and be quiet, pretend to sleep as this, this very moment, was your husbands favourite part of Christmas morning.

The bed dipped, someone small crawled over you and snuggled in between yourself and Severus. "Daddy?" the little voice whispered, "daddy wake up." You felt Severus stir as he feigned waking up with a grunt. "What is it my little princess?" he murmured with that raspy voice and you laid still, listened. Tried to still the yearning and pounding Severus had stirred in you a moment earlier. "I can not sleep," your daughter whispered with a sigh. Severus chuckled and you knew it was because she spoke like him. Said each word. She never used 'can't' or 'won't', not even 'I'll'. No, she spoke every word just like her father. Except if she was mad. Then it was a splurge of words of all kinds.

"You can not sleep, you say?" You felt the nod she gave. "Should we go and make breakfast then?" Severus continued in a hushed tone, "so mommy can sleep?" "Mommy is sleeping hard," your daughter said with a sigh and Severus chuckled. "She is indeed," he whispered and your daughter giggled as you presumed he gave her a little tickle or kiss to the top of her head. "Come on then." They both left the bed with muffled steps and you knew Severus was holding her hand and in her other hand his old, nearly worn out, pyjama pants of black silk was most likely clutched and trailed after her.

She had never had a teddy bear to fall asleep with or anything like that. No, your daughter had laid claim to Severus's pyjama pants when she was no more than 7 months old. His favourite pair. But he had given them up freely. You smiled at the memory of his shocked eyes as your daughter had screamed and screamed only to fall asleep instantly when you gave her the pants. They smelled of her father and it soothed her immensely. Since then, the king had lost his garment to the little princess who refused to share.

The door closed and you heard the stairs groan under their weight as you turned over and sighed. Sure, you had not had the satisfaction of sweet release but you had so much more to feel content about. So as you layed there you allowed memories to flash by. Some happy and some sad. Some horrible and some wonderful.

Your mind drifted away to Christmas's passed. The first Christmas you had ever spent with Severus had been a, well, trial. He had said no to music, no to garlands, no to Christmas cookies and star-shaped lamps. No to a tree and no to a party. He had blocked you at every turn as you had tried your darndest to decorate his house at Spinner's End.

Well, he lost that battle and every Christmas battle since, you thought as a chuckle escaped you. You had gone up at two in the morning and decorated the whole damn house in red, green and silver. Everywhere hung decorations, in the oven cookies were being baked and from the radio in the kitchen came soft Christmas music. You had ordered a tree to be delivered at exactly six in the morning as Severus was a bit of a sleepyhead back then and usually didn't get up until after nine in the morning.

You had moved some furniture and placed the tree smack in the middle of the living room and boy oh boy had it been decorated. There were all kinds of decorations and so much glitter you could barely see the tree beneath it all. The house was a Christmas Wonderland by the time Severus shuffled down from the bedroom and his face. HIS FACE! I can still not get over it, you thought and you had to muffle a laugh with your hand not to be too loud.

He had looked utterly outraged and shocked. His exact words were 'What devil has spewed Christmas all over MY house?! (y/n)! What have you done to my house, you wicked woman!' You had stood your ground and the minute he had whipped out his wand to take it all down you had snatched it and ran into the kitchen where the smell of cookies hit him like a wall of sweetness. And you knew, the battle had been won when he saw the gingerbread heart decorate with glace that spelt 'I love you, my sweet Grinch'.

He had choked on a rumbling laugh and he seemed to have lost the anger and outrage as he gingerly looked at the cookie you had made only for him. That saved my arse, you chuckled again as the clear sounds of breakfast in the making reached you from downstairs. "Daddy, I ... ham ... plate..." You could hear some of the words your daughter was uttering but the unmistakable sound of Severus's praise was impossible to miss.

More feet clapped and thudded against creaking floorboards. "Oh boy, you have your hands full now my Grinch," you chuckled and how right you were. Jolly voices rang through the house, chaos broke out as apparently everyone was awake and up - ready for Christmas. You heard the unmistakable sound of begging with words of gifts. Then grumbling about waiting only to be followed by shouting and feet stomping the floor.

Three, two, one- "Go get mommy!" There it is, my queue to save my poor husband, and here comes the cavalry! The door burst open and several little bodies filled the bed. "Mommy! Mommy! It's Christmas!" a boyish voice with a high pitch rang out and you opened your eyes only to grab all of your kids and gave them kisses as they struggled to get away while laughing. "It is my little darlings, it is!" you said with joy as you looked at your daughter and your three sons. Happiness filled your chest and you could barely keep the tears away. You had not always been so fortunate as to have a family, to have children. There was a time when you feared it would never happen.

Jacob, your oldest son of nine years, fortunately broke your train of thought as he pulled on your arm. "Let's go, mommy! Daddy says we can't have our gifts yet!" he hollered with a disgruntled sneer he had learnt from his father long ago. He was adorable with his father's black hair and your eyes paired with his pale skin. "Daddy said so! Daddy's mean!" Ethan and William declared at the same time, their twin behaviour was getting almost spooky. Despite only being seven years old they already acted like one - no matter how hard you tried to make sure they always knew they were their own individual persons.

You sighed and shook your head, "daddy is not mean. Daddy is very nice and loves you very much. Don't hurt his feelings like that." The twins looked a little sad at that but seemed to quickly shake it off with a hasty nod. "Mommy, can you come now?" You looked at your daughter, little Elisa who had slid off the bed and stood next to your head. You smiled and nodded. "Let's go make sure daddy has set the table properly guys," you said and the cavalry filed out of the room in a thunder of hurried steps as the twins raced each other to get to the kitchen first; despite the fact you called after them not to run.

In the kitchen, Severus was preparing tea and coffee while your children messed up the table setting as they moved things around to their liking. You leaned against the door jamb as you watched the chaos that was your family. Your perfect little home with the messy fridge covered in the children's art, the worn floorboards, the creaking cabinets and that one drawer that wouldn't fully close in the little kitchen. There laid toys here and there, books as well. Now during Christmas times, there was even more stuff everywhere as you were crazy for Christmas decorations and your children seemed to have inherent that as well. But it was your mess, your family's things and it made you smile.

"Ah, there you are, about time," Severus smiled as he filled your cup with tea and his own with pitch-black coffee. "Hot chocolate! Hot chocolate!" Elisa hollered as she tugged on her fathers pants before you had had any time to answer him. "Alright, alright. Easy does it," Severus chuckled and gave you a silent look. You nodded and started to prepare the hot chocolate as all the kids swarmed towards you with their favourite mugs in their little hands. they were all twinkling eyes and wide smiles as they were dressed in their Christmas pyjamas and slippers.

You made each cup to their liking. Elisa's with rainbow marshmallows. Jacob's with whipped cream and chocolate powder on top. The twins, Ethan and William, preferred theirs with an extra scoop of chocolate and exactly five blue marshmallows. No more, no less. "Careful now," you chided as they started to walk towards the table with their filled mugs and they all slowed down so as not to spill the warm drink.

Again, it was chaos. Elisa only wanted Severus to make her breakfast, Jacob wanted to have more of everything, the twins wrestled for the same pieces of ham to put on their sandwiches but all were happy. And once everyone had what they wanted a soft silence fell as you all enjoyed a hearty breakfast while the littler radio played soft carols in the background.

You sipped your tea and nibbled on a sandwich as you made sure the kids sat properly and didn't flail their arms about too much. Severus gave you sweet looks and little smiles whenever little Elisa allowed him to not be fully occupied by her talk of reindeer and snowmen.

It didn't take long for the nagging about Christmas gifts began. You simply rolled your eyes, it was the same thing every year. The kids were always so preoccupied with the thought of gifts that they somehow always missed checking their stockings and you never reminded them before breakfast, always after. You had done that mistake only once and would never do it again as the whole breakfast was ruined. The kids only played with the things they had received instead of eating. It had been a mess and a struggle to get a Christmas breakfast that year.

So you smiled and hummed, added little words like 'oh no' and 'really' when needed as the kids babbled about everything they could possibly think of to try and persuade you to give them their gifts. Breakfast was always like that - full of talking that is - but on Christmas, you actually let them babble for as much as they wanted. It was a time for freedom and joy, not reprimands and silencing. And, who wouldn't want their children to feel like they always can speak to their parents? About anything. Well, you wanted them to feel that they could do just that.

When breakfast had been cleared away and you were about to tell the kids to check their stockings Jacob shrieked before you even had a chance to say anything. "Stockings! WE HAVE STOCKINGS!" he hollered loudly and for a moment everything was quiet and still. Then the cavalry literally ran to the fireplace where six stockings hung. You chuckled as both you and Severus followed silently. Holding freshly filled cups of tea and coffee respectively.

The kids played with their morning toys - a tradition your family had had for many generations. As a child you didn't think much of it but now that you yourself had children you understood why the tradition came to be in the first place. To keep the little ones calm, and occupied, for a few hours. Until they get the bulk of the gifts, you thought with a smile and a swift glance around the room.

Around your wrist were a silver bracelet, it had waited in your stocking. The chain was adorned with little letters in between even spaces. All the first letters of your children's names. Your husband had always been a thoughtful and caring gifter so you were not surprised to find something you wanted without even having known you wanted it to begin with in your stocking. He, on the other hand, was enjoying a rather hefty book. A muggle book to be precise; a collection of classics from Charles Dickens, Bram Stroker and Jane Austen.

Your husband would never admit it but he adored classical romance with all it's intricate emotions and linguistics. So you bough collection edition for him; just so he could pretend it was the other stories that fascinated him rather than the once with a lot of romance. Even if those were the ones he read over and over. In this particular collection 'Pride & Prejudice' was the most romantic story and you already saw him skipping to the latter half of the book to read it.

As you sat there -the kids played, your husband read and you enjoyed a fresh cup of peppermint tea - memories flooded in again as the happiness you felt poked at the less happy times that seemed to always linger in the back of your head. No matter what you did to cast those memories out. They were, truly, useless as they held no sway any longer. They were healed wounds. Merely scars now.

However, they pulled you back to the third Christmas you had had with Severus, the first one as a married couple. It wasn't a happy Christmas. The gifts he had given were perfect, the food delicious and the house sparkled with decorations as a hefty smell of gingerbread cookies filled the air. He had done it all. Severus that is. You, you had barely had the energy to get out of bed.

It was the first Christmas you could remember not being jolly, or singing, or dancing. Not baking or cooking or decorating. No, you had been curled up under heavy blankets with one of Severus's sweaters tightly held to your chest as you sobbed and cried for hours.

The memory made you shudder, Severus noticed from the other side of the little living room. "Love?" he asked in that worried tone of his, "are you cold?" You shook your head but grabbed a blanket to put over your folded legs anyway. He arched a brow and you gave him a tight smile before your eyes returned to rest on the children, as they were playing on the rug before you. I'm so happy I have all of you, my little darlings...

But no matter how happy you were the memory kept pressing, as it had done every Christmas. Your children reminded you of it, more often than you cared to admit. But you didn't hold that against them and you never spoke of it. With them, your husband or anyone else.

It was 12 years ago and you preferred not to utter a word about it. After all, why speak of such horrible things as miscarriages with the lovely little humans that were your children. Why torment yourself and your husband with words of what was lost when there has been so much gain afterwards. It was just useless. And, usually, the memories faded away hurriedly after you just let them play out. It was still hard to allow them through.

But you remembered. Always remembered the pain, horror and dread from losing a child before it even arrived in the world. The emptiness, that hollow feeling where something - someone - would always be missing. You had only been three months pregnant when it happened. But the fact it had happened a mere two days before Christmas seemed to make the experience even worse. And now, now those memories were at their peak around the happiest time of the year.

But you never let it take over and you always cherished what you had. Four beautiful children, a loving husband and a warm place to call home. After all, some unlucky souls never got children. No matter how hard they tried or how many times they manage to get pregnant or how badly they wanted it. If it was a choice to not have children; you were happy for that person. But to never have children, or to miscarry, when you desperately wanted to have your own little family was nearly unspeakable.

So, you never spoke of it. You were slowly getting past it even if the memories remained. But they were further away now. Not so demanding and not so vivid any longer. Scars rather than wounds. You were thankful for that. I have more than I could ever have hoped for, you thought and a warm smile spread across your lips as Elisa crawled up on the couch and snuggled into your embrace with her new dragon plushie held tightly.

"Do you like her?" you asked, your daughter smiled. "You think it is a she?" she asked, "I mean, it is green." You gave her a smile as you stroked her hair. She already spoke so clearly. A fast learner it appeared. "It can't be a girl because it is green?" you asked, your daughter pondered the idea. "It has purple spikes," she stated, "and purple eyes," she continued. "Elisa, you decide if it is a he or a she. Listen to the dragon, what is it telling you?"

Your daughter stared at the plushie and seemed extremely focused. "It's not a he or a she," she stated firmly. "Oh, what is it then?" you asked with a smile, she looked at you with her face set in a determined expression. "It's a dragon." You smiled and laughed, good answer my little clever darling. "That sounds very good sweetheart, what is your dragon's name then?" "Dragon," she stated flatly as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole world that the genderless dragon's name was just Dragon. Yeah, how could one not immediately understand that? You nodded with a wide smile - and a damn good try to not laugh at how cute your daughter was - and she returned to hugging the plushie; obviously happy with her own logic.

The memories of the sorrow and heartache, the loss, faded away and you sat with your daughter in your arms and a wide smile covered your lips. Life is good, you thought for yourself and as if faith had little tolerance for your enjoyment all hell broke loose as the twins stole Jacobs toy. They screamed and fought for the toy. All six hands grabbed after it. Severus was quickly over at them and settled the situation though so you continued to cuddle your little daughter.

It didn't take long for Jacob to come over and Elisa swiftly moved over to her dad where she seemed even happier to be curled up. You took Jacob in your arms, quite happy he still wanted to cuddle despite being nine years old and always proclaimed he was 'a big boy now' when you tried to hug him or kiss him. So you enjoyed it. Loved the moment as he talked about all the things his robot toy could do, how his robot had saved the universe and always remembered mother's day. It was quite amusing as Jacob always seemed to forget about that particular day.

You kissed the top of his head and he ran off to his room to play with the toy, the twins followed - always wanting to be close to their big brother - and Elisa was quick not to be left behind. A calm quiet fell over the living room and Severus came over to you. You smiled and he lifted your legs before he sat down next to you and placed your legs over his.

"Happy?" he asked with a glance at the bracelet. You beamed at him. "Very, you? Enjoying your new book?" you asked with a little wicked smile and he chuckled. "I know you know, but I'll be damned if I ever admit it." You laughed loudly at his words and he kissed your temple. "My sweet Grinch," you whispered and stole a quick kiss from his smiling lips before he had leaned too far away again.

"Think they will play for a while?" he asked as his hands stroked your legs atop the blanket. "Half an hour maybe, why?" He smiled wickedly. One of those grins that made your body vibrate with want and lust. The heat from earlier ignited instantly. "Let's finish what we started," he murmured as his hand slithered in under the blanket. Your cheeks flushed and you both knew you were playing a dangerous game out in the open of the living room. You hid under the blanket and in an instant, all thoughts of Christmas, gifts and losses were torn away from you as Severus took over your mind, body and soul yet again with the soft sound of children laughing and Christmas carols in the background.

So, before I write anything else - I know it's Christmas and it's supposed to be light-hearted, jolly fics and stuff but I still feel like holding true to reality as Christmas his a hard time for many people for different reasons. This being only one of them. And I do want to shine some light on tough subjects through my writing - I try at least - but I am trying to keep it as light as possible during Christmas. Considering it's supposed to be a jolly time ^^

So, I hope you enjoyed this little longer fic. I have been trying to keep my writing a bit shorter for Snapemas as I won't otherwise be able to do as many prompts as possible - hopefully all of them. But I will do a few longer ones when I feel it's required or I have the time to do it ^^ After all, you guys are used to my fics being a bit lengthy xD

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What Stirs You From The Stares of Your Nightmares

“It’s getting late, Grace. Are you ready for bed?” This simple phrase had become a staple part of the nightly routine.

The same could be said about the darkened circles around her mother’s eyes and the soft slur of her words when she spoke. Yet Grace had come to expect it. Just as she expected getting dressed into fuzzy pajamas. The pink set with flowers scattered on the bottoms was her favorite, even if they were missing a few buttons on the shirt and the drawstring within the pants. She then was tucked under a mountain of snuggly sheets and blankets. They were all different colors, textures, and sizes. A small detail that was easily missed within the darkness of bedtime but became apparent when they were balled into a lump during the day and each covering was too big or had shrunk too much to properly fit the mattress. Then finally being hugged tightly by her favorite teddy bear, Mr. Snugglesworth, before drifting off to the land of dreams.

Grace beamed as bright as the stars twinkling outside her window when she nodded at her mother. This earned her a subtle upward quirk of her mother’s lips in return before her mother began to usher the girl to her pantry of a bedroom. Grace was usually very eager to be tucked in, so as her feet began to drag across the shaggy carpet towards her room, her mother’s heart sunk into her stomach. Grace’s mother glanced down at the child but before she could even raise a heavy brow the young girl answered her wordless question.

“Daddy promised to tell me a story tonight! He said that he’d definitely do it tonight! He promised.” Grace’s words practically bounced at the prospect of her father telling her a story. So did the loosely tied, chocolate pigtails which rested on her shoulders.

Grace’s mother rested her hand on her daughter’s shoulder. Her pedicured nails ran along Grace’s shoulderblade as if to smear away such a thought. “I don’t think your father’s gonna give you a good story tonight. He’s in one of his moods, as I’m sure you saw at dinner.”

“Yeah, but he can’t still be mad about work, can he? And-- And he promised! He promised to make up for the other night!”

A quiet sigh pushed past the painted lips of Grace’s mother. While the grip she had on her daughter’s shoulder grew a bit firmer. All to push the young girl through the cream-colored curtain that separated the living room from her daughter’s bedroom.

“Yes, well, Daddy makes a lot of promises he doesn’t intend to keep, sweetie. Why don’t you curl up with Mr. Snugglesworth and your other animal friends? I’m sure they’ll help you create an even better story than anything your father could come up with.”

Grace’s big brown eyes stared up at her mother’s clouded gray ones in an attempt to argue. But when her eyes met with her mother’s dull gaze and pursed lips, Grace’s sight fell to the floor.

“Okay, Mommy. But Mr. Snugglesworth and I don’t create the stories like you and Daddy make up.”

With the end of that discussion, Grace stumbled to bed and climbed in. Her mother covered her in a few blankets, but not all of them like she’d done the night before when her speech wasn’t slurred. Then she handed her daughter, the beloved Mr. Snugglesworth before casting her an, ‘I love you,’ and a, ‘goodnight,’ as she exited the room. Without any more conversation, there would be no noise. So it shouldn’t have been long before Grace’s thoughts lulled her to sleep.

But that had been over an hour ago. Instead of that sweet silence that would allow the noise within Grace’s little head to act as her own bedtime story and lullaby, there was screaming. It erupted from downstairs. The old, creaking floorboards had muffled it but not by much. Rather than the sweet stories of royalty and true romance that filled the room by Grace’s rushing thoughts, noise that seemed like nothing but nonsense exploded within the small girl’s even smaller bedroom.

“Goddamnit, Kimry! You’re absolutely shitfaced again!” She could hear her mother shout. This was followed by a quiet thud and then the sound of something shattering.

Grace remembered a little while ago when she and her mother were waiting for the bright yellow school bus one morning. She looked up to her mother and smiled when she noticed her gaze seemed brighter the night before. That was until Grace asked a question regarding it. She asked what her mother meant by the phrase, ‘good-for-nothing’ and why she kept yelling it at her father so late. Grace was curious as to what it meant, but she was more concerned about why her mother and father were being so loud during the quiet time for bed. The feeling of pedicured nails scratching at her scalp before they plucked at one of the braids her mother had crafted that morning lingered on Grace’s mind. She also remembered what her mother had instructed her to do if she did hear her or her father being loud during bedtime.

So Grace did just that. Her tiny stature scooched on the bed until it was pressed against the yellowing wallpaper which covered the chilled concrete wall. She then took the pillow that she had just abandoned and stuffed it on top of her head. Before she took Mr. Snugglesworth and clutched him in her trembling arms for dear life. She tried to lay as still as the floorboards which separated her from her parents, but Grace couldn’t help but jump when she heard her father shout.

“Listen here, bitch! I’m a grown man--”

“Grown man?” Her mother retorted, trying to stifle a humorless laugh, “You’re nothing but a drunk piece of shit who can barely hold down a job! You can’t even remain sober enough to tell your daughter a story for bed!”

When Grace heard her mother refer to her as just her father’s daughter, a heaviness began to weigh down on her heart. Why didn’t her mother use the word, ‘our?’ Grace had learned in school the other day the differences between possessive pronouns and the word ‘our’ seemed far more inclusive. Grace was her mother’s daughter as well and even when her mother and father were mad at each other, they were still a family.

“Oh, Grace wants a bedtime story? I’ll go tell her right now since you couldn’t be bothered to, you bitch!”

Grace shut her eyes tight and puffed out her cheeks to hold her breath. A small whimper managed to hum in the back of her throat though. As desperate as she was to have a story from her father before, she didn’t want one when he was this loud and angry. When he was like this his stories were also loud and angry. They told about her father’s times in war, the deaths he had seen, and the deaths he had caused. The endings were never happy either. If Grace got upset and began crying then her father would get angry and scream at her. So she didn’t cry now either, even though she wanted to. But she still remembered the times that her father would break down into tears himself at the end of his stories, so she would just hug him until he fell asleep and her mother had found them.

So that’s what she did for her teddy while she listened to her mother tell her father to stay away from both herself and Grace. Grace then began to scoot around her bed again. She laid the pillow by her window and kept her eyes on the blanket of stars just outside. They twinkled and swaddled the world within their blue little beams. She didn’t know how long she laid like this, staring at the shining specks. But it was long enough that her parents screaming had faded into silence once more and without even realizing it, Grace drifted off to the world of dreams.

When earthly irises opened once more, it wasn’t with a gentle fluttering. Instead, Grace’s eyes shot wide open as she thrust herself back into the land of reality. She took a desperate gasp of air as her eyes darted in every direction. Her terrified thoughts were scrambling to make sense of the surroundings that had become so dizzying from this sudden awakening. As her heartbeat began to calm its thrashing and her thoughts began to stall out; Grace was greeted by the small gleam of the stars which had put her to bed mere hours before.

Allowing herself to take a deep breath, Grace realized that their light and that of the moon were all she had. Her entire house had become drenched in darkness while she slept. Yet the shimmering stars combined with the waxing moon was enough to swaddle Grace and all that her wide-eyed gaze could see within comforting waves of pale blue light. Or, at least, such light would’ve been a comfort if it hadn’t been accompanied by a stern silence. Grace tilted her head with a raised eyebrow, searching for any kind of sound. Except there was not a single one to be heard. Unlike before, there was no screaming. There wasn’t even a low murmur like she had heard from her father many times before. Not a single door or floorboard groaned or creaked. Even Grace’s breath barely made a sound. It was like someone had come into Grace’s house and put everything on mute like her father had done to her favorite cartoons and songs whenever he decided he wanted to ‘talk.’ A small shudder ran down her spine as Grace clutched Mr. Snugglesworth against her in a one-armed embrace. She felt a small comfort as his matted fur scratched her cheek. She could feel the way her chest hastily rose and fell while shallow gasps filled the air. But even as she listened for them, not a single noise was heard. Although her mind was rushing to dismiss the demons within her dreams, even her thoughts were muted. Grace could only listen to the silent screaming of her instincts telling her it would be okay if she just hid away.

With Mr. Snugglesworth still snatched up in her trembling arm, she buried herself beneath the blankets. Although their weight only seemed to suffocate her rather than provide any of the security she desperately hoped for. Another small whimper stuck to the back of her throat while her brown eyes peeked over the pile. Between the gaps in her curtain, Grace stared out into her desolate living room. Another shudder crawled through her veins as the midnight blue light from the moon felt like it was swallowing her whole. As if its simple shade of serenity was only an act for the darkness in which the demons from her dreams thrived.

So she hid away once more until the warming weight of her blanket pile crushed not only her breath but whatever soft security she tried to create for herself. Although when her earthy irises peered outside of her small room once more, it wasn’t the tiring tranquility of the moonlight that met her sights anymore.

She stared down the cream-colored curtain which separated her bedroom from the rest of the house. It was heavy and scratched against Grace’s skin whenever she’d brush by it. In her mind, it acted as the barrier between her sanctuary and the rest of the world. Grace could see into the living room and the big, comfy, green couch that her mother deemed a throne, although no one seemed to be able to see her. This was a small fact that Grace usually loved when staying up past her bedtime but hated when she just escaped from the monsters lying deep within her memories. But as Grace’s flitting gaze peeked through the sliver of a gap on the right side of the doorway, someone’s dark stare captured her own.

This person’s sight seemed crafted from the ashes of charcoal. The intensity of their gaze acted as the unyielding embers that provided the faint light within them. It was as if this person’s leering eyes were trying to burn right through her very being. Compared with the wide smile that stretched against this person’s stubble-ridden cheeks, Grace couldn’t tell what the person was feeling, let alone what they wanted with her.

Still high from trying to tuck her dream demons back into their dark corners, Grace’s thoughts leaped from one idea to the next. Was this a bad guy from one of her mother’s crime shows? Could this be the scary stranger that Grace’s teachers warned her and all her classmates about? A silent gasp caught in the back of Grace’s throat while her body suddenly laid stiff against the plush pillow that cradled her back. It took her a minute to realize that the messy mop of hair and long gray robe that swayed in the still air belonged to her father.

This realization only made Grace’s chest feel that much heavier. Some part of her wanted to lift her hand, to beckon her father inside, and have him wrap her in one of the tightest hugs to feel some kind of comfort. Yet under her father’s searing gaze, she couldn’t move a muscle. She tried to will herself into even moving a finger although her body remained frozen.

“Daddy, I-I’m awake,” Grace wanted to whisper yet her breath remained locked behind her dried lips. The voice within her mind even remained as nothing more than a pitiful croak.

The only thing that Grace could feel while this staring contest continued was her insides. Her stomach was doing flips and chills ran up and down her spine. Her heart was pounding against her ribs, desperate to escape its cage and beat the breath out of the frail body it resided in. All the while her nerves were set alight beneath her father’s unblinking gaze, making her skin feel like thousands of invisible bugs were scurrying down her skin.

Seconds turned to minutes. Then minutes drifted into what seemed like an eternity to Grace as both bodies remain unmoving. As much as the darkness frightened her, Grace squeezed her eyes so tight that she could see the stars behind her eyelids. The silence that she had longed for hours before was beginning to creep under her crawling skin. It was to the point that Grace almost wished to hear the enraged arguing of her parents or just the mad murmuring from her father, anything that would drown out the smothering silence. Yet as harshly as her heart was pounding in her chest, not even that could be heard with her ears.

Grace waited for another eternity to pass before opening her eyes once more. It felt so long to her that surely the sun should be rising and her father will have retreated to the darkness of downstairs. But when her sight did reveal the world around her, the scene remained unchanged. Even her father’s expression remained as still as it had been before. His sneering smile was still stretched wider than Grace believed his mouth could go. While his sights remained stuck on her stature as if she wasn’t there at all.

The only thing that had changed was as another chill sprinted through her small bones, Grace could actually hear the subtle rustling of her mattress adjusting as her weight shifted. The sound rang in her ears as if it was the loudest sound that had ever graced them. It was such a shock that the breath she had been holding finally pushed past her chapped lips in the form of a gasp. Her eyes that had momentarily glanced towards her bed beneath her, darted back towards her father. Although his stance remained steadfast as if he was completely unaware.

Grace kept her eyes stuck on her father while she tried once more to move her fingers. Finding that she could, caused another breath to escape her lips. She started subtly by bringing her hand over her heart before draping it over Mr. Snugglesworth who was luckily still by her side. All the while she studied her father for any sign of change but her movements remained unnoticed. Grace then began to twist her torso to the right and away from her father. She cringed every time the mattress rustled then settled once more, fearing that one subtle sound would be what would make her father snap. Though like a statue, her father never flinched.

She took a deep breath before making her final movement. Despite it being the subtlest, it made Grace’s body tremble the most. Letting her right cheek squish against the pillow, Grace finally took her sights off of her father. She began breathing deeply, allowing her eyes to fall shut another time. She could still feel her father incinerating the fuzz of her pink pajamas with his unyielding gaze and the glint of his unfaltering smile flashed within her thoughts yet again. That pale moonlight that her father stood in startled her much more than the encroaching darkness that was driven to capture Grace in its embrace once more. But until dawn broke she could only hope that the small stars above would watch over her and keep her safe from the stares of her nightmares...

#prose #short story #small stories #sleep paralysis #i write things #late night writing #writing

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yukimoji · 4 years

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Memory ( Platonic Sakonji Urokodaki x Young!Reader, Ft. Sabito )

[ Can i request urokodaki x orphan y/n? Urodoki became a doting grandpa 🤣Would it be fun? ]

(a/n: this takes place before Urokodaki adopted Giyuu and Tanjiro! Sabito and reader is around 5-6 years old. This starts of as a scenario, but it transitions into a headcanon form midway, I hope ya’ll dont mind (⌒_⌒;)

Sorry for the huge delay, thanks for requesting and i hope ya’ll enjoy reading! (*^‿^*) )

Total words: 2300+ words

Genre: Starts out Angsty, but becomes Fluff midway.

No manga spoilers

Warnings: Urokodaki is kinda ooc if u squint enough, but it’s doting Grandpa Urokodaki so OuO;;;

It was a snowy day; the village was heavily covered with mountains of snow ranging from the rooftops to the stony ground. To everybody else, it was a day when kids could run wild and have fun in the winter season. Some might have made snowmen, others have made snow angels, and a few have gone as far as starting intense snowball fights.

For other children; yes. It was a perfect day just to go out and hang out with some friends. But not you.

You leaned against the hard stone wall, your fragile body shivering violently from the unforgiving winter cold. Clutching on your ragged and torn blanket even tighter, you sighed in exhaustion as a cold fog escaped from your mouth. You pushed your little figure to hug itself even tighter, trying desperately to warm yourself up, but to no avail.

You were filthy, hungry, and lonely. Looking up tiredly, you stared at the group of kids laughing and playing in the snow filled streets, never noticing once that there was a lone child in the corner that was shivering in the harsh cold. Your lips were pressed into a thin line, your eyebrows were scrunched together as you continued to eye the kids with underlying envy.

As each day passes by, you could gradually feel yourself decaying. What was once well tamed [H / C] hair was now heavily disheveled and filled with knots, clean [S / C] skin now filled with grime and dirt, and your once-vibrant [E / C] eyes sheds its childlike innocence and sparks the longer you suffer in the streets.

Tearing your lonely eyes away from the laughing children, you shifted your attention to the plush teddy bear beside you. It was the last present you ever got from your parents before they were violently murdered by a Demon. The first time you saw the toy, it looked so vibrant and new, but as months passed, it soon deteriorated and had lots of tears and holes in it.

Nevertheless, you still loved the toy to death.

Holding it close, your eyes eventually began to flutter as you gradually began to feel tired. A pained sob escaped from your lips as you struggled to fight back against tears threatening to escape your eyelids. You were completely drained that you lost your sense of your surroundings, as you overlooked the sound of snow crunching that was approaching you.

Soon enough, you felt a figure in front of you, and the delicious scent of hot tea reaches out to invade your senses. Slowly looking up, a man with a red Tengu mask was kneeling in front of you, extending out his hand to offer a cup of hot tea.

Your initial reaction was confusion; who was this man? Why was he there? Why was he offering you tea? You stared at him, your eyes flickering with uncertainty and slight hesitation. He grunts softly, apparently understanding your reluctance towards him.

"You are cold, are you not?" He speaks out, his gruff voice surprisingly filled with warmth and concern.

You were taken aback from the tone of his voice; nobody had talked to you like that in months.

You kept staring at him, your mind whirling around with conflicting thoughts. You felt so unsure if you were to trust this man; he was a total stranger! And you knew better than trusting strangers so easily. However, you could detect the radiant warmth coming from him. You could sense his intentions, and it felt so genuine and true.

Steadily, with your hands shaking, you lifted your palms to accept the cup. It was hot, but it was a comforting kind of warm. You placed the edge of the cup in your mouth, and you started drinking the tea. Heat started rushing all over your body as you kept finishing your drink.

He asks for your name, how you came about in the streets, and if you had anywhere else to go. After a brief silence, he asks where your parents were in a cautious tone.

Suddenly, visions of the dead bodies of your parents erupted in your mind, and you could feel that your chest was beginning to hurt again. The familiar feeling of overwhelming sorrow began to overwhelm you, a knot forming on your throat as the familiar feeling suffocated you once again. You couldn't stop a sob from escaping your mouth, and you attempted to hide in your ragged blanket as tears began to spill away from your eyelids. The man sees your discomfort, and places his hand on your little head to tenderly caress it in an effort to console you.

Then, little quick crunches of snow speedily approached you, as a warm and thick blanket was placed over you. Your tears came to a halt as the sensation of an unfamiliar blanket was draped over you, and you looked up to meet a pair of lavender eyes that belonged to a male child who looked about your age. The boy gave you sheepish smile, and he turned his gaze to the adult who was consoling you. You learned that the lavender-eyed boy's name is "Sabito", and the old man who generously offered you tea is "Urokodaki".

In a blink of an eye, you unexpectedly find yourself sitting in a ramen shop with a delicious Ramen bowl in front of you. Urokodaki, after hearing your stomach rumble with hunger, offered to buy you a meal at a nearby restaurant. Sabito expressed his enthusiasm at this, and after seeing how much he seemed to trust Urokodaki, your doubt and uncertainty seemed to fade away as you meekly accepted his offer.

At that moment, you could sense so much comfort and tenderness radiating from both of them. It's as if all the suffering you've experienced over the last few months had simply been washed away. Yet you were still hesitant; what if it was all just a joke? They had to leave at some point, and you were afraid that you would wound up again in the cold streets.

That is, until Urokodaki offered you to stay with him and Sabito.

They were kind enough to help you out in the streets. They fed you, and they gave you a new blanket for much needed heat as you rotted away. Nobody would help you, nobody even glanced at you. They could well have ignored you like everyone else, but no, they genuinely made an attempt to help you in such difficult circumstances.

So, you agreed to go with them. Which proved to be the greatest decision you ever made.

Urokodaki's cottage was situated on a mountain, and although it was small, they nevertheless did their best to make room for you.

The first few days have been rough. Despite living under the roof a being surrounded by warm blankets, you spent those days lying awake in cold sweat. You tried your best to adjust, you really did, but the familiar feeling of sitting on ice cold gravel never seemed to leave. Not only that, as soon as you try to shut your eyes to get some sleep, the images of your parents will flash in your head, leaving you a whimpering and sobbing mess.

With Urokodaki's keen sense of smell, he could smell your distress over a mile away. He knew that you had a hard time to adjust, it wasn't surprising. However, it pained him how absolutely strong your sorrowful scent was. He could hear your loud whimpers and sobs from your room, and he felt his chest ache from your suffering.

But nothing could prepare him from what was happening behind your closed door.

There you were, thrashing around in your futon, blankets and pillows thrown haphazardly in every possible direction. Tears were continuously running down your face as you hiccuped and sobbed aggressively.

Urokodaki felt his breath hitch and, in a flash, he knelt at your side and softly raised your head to his lap. He placed a hand on your head, and he started to draw soothing circles to calm you down. Minutes passed, and it seemed like you had calmed down a bit, but tears were still running down your eyelids. After much thought, he started to sing a gentle lullaby, filling the room with soft hums and melodies.

After a while, he felt you relax as you were finally greeted with sleep. In the corner of his eye, he saw you grip onto your worn out teddy bear even tighter, and made a mental thought to do something special that he hoped will lift your spirits up.

The next morning, you woke up, pleasantly surprised that you had a decent amount of sleep, given that you haven't had a good night's sleep in ages. When you started to come back to your senses, you felt another person in the room with you.

You shifted your body to face the unknown figure, only to be greeted with a sleeping Urokodaki. He was sleeping on the cold floor, his body laying just a few feet away from you.

Days pass by, and you found yourself growing closer to Urokodaki and Sabito. You spent most of your time Sabito, and it got to the point where you even considered him as your brother. He liked to play Sword Fights with you, proudly announcing his dream to become the best version a man could ever be.

On the other hand, Urokodaki acted more like a caretaker to you. He took care you, fed you meals day after day, buying you new clothes, and even went as far as carving you little trinkets and toys to play around with. Soon enough, the harsh winter had ended, and just like the colorful spring blossoms, you transformed into a bright and optimistic child again.

You were forever grateful for Urokodaki's generosity. So of course, you would always try to help out Urokodaki in anyway you can. Cleaning the house, taking care of the plants, accompanying him in travels, you name it.

There was never a dull day when both of them were around. Laughter always filled the cottage as you and Sabito ran around, while Urokodaki silently stood there, keeping a watchful eye on the two of you. If you looked close enough, you swear you could see a smile peeking through his mask.

You later learned that Urokodaki is a trainer for upcoming Demon Slayers. Urokodaki would tell you and Sabito stories of his adventures; and they never failed to entertain both of you. While Sabito was eager and excited for the day when Urokodaki would start training him, you were still deciding whether or not you would join him and become a Slayer yourself in the near future.

Stargazing was also a thing where you, Sabito, and Urokodaki would bond about. You and Sabito would lay your heads on Urokodaki's lap as the two of you would excitedly point at the stars above. Urokodaki would gently caress your heads every once in while, and he would occasionally talk about interesting facts about the stars and moon in the night sky.

Urokodaki is a man with few words. Naturally, he only spoke when absolutely necessarily, however, there is a saying that actions speak louder than words.

On nights where you would have nightmares, Urokodaki would immediately be there for you.

"It's all right, little one. You'll be okay. I'm here for you."

He 'd reassure you, comfort you, and sing you lullabies until you were overcome by sleep again. Without fail, whenever you needed him the most, he was always right on time.

One day, he took notice of your ragged and torn up teddy bear, and asked he could borrow it. At this point, you grew even closer to him, so you trusted him and let him borrow your precious toy.

After a long day of doing chores and playing with Sabito, you were all huddled up on a fire as you all ate your supper. Sabito was rambling about random things, and you were nodding and laughing as he continued on to explain things in a "manly" manner. Urokodaki sat there in silence, watching how the two of you seemed to get along so well made his heart swell with pride. He had a surprise for you, and he hoped that you would like it.

"[ Y / N ]." He spoke. You turned your head to face Urokodaki, and you felt yourself freeze in your spot as you noticed the object in his hands.

It was your teddy bear; all patched up and clean, just like how it looked like so long ago.

It looked like Urokodaki really outdid himself; there wasn't any tears and holes where it used to have, it's dull color had reverted back to the vibrancy it used to have, and its eyes were now full of life.

Warmth quickly spread over your chest as you continued gazing at your beloved teddy bear. A gasp of disbelief came out of your mouth as your eyes began to water. You couldn't contain yourself as you suddenly launched yourself in the direction of Urokodaki, capturing him tightly in a warm embrace. A big smile transformed your lips as you shouted out your gratitude to Urokodaki; the latter only laughing softly as he returned your embrace with utmost sincerity.

Slowly, he swayed side by side as you continued your assault at him. Sabito gazed at the two of you with a loving expression on his face, as well as the feeling of joy and love continuing to engulf him. Under his mask, Urokodaki felt the sides of his lips curled upward, as he also tried to fight back against the tears that threatened to fall as you continued to nuzzle on his shoulder.

Though, nothing could prepare him for the words that you would mutter out as tears sheer joy fell from his cheeks.

"Thank you. I love you, Urokodaki-san."

#Demon slayer x reader #Kny x reader #Demon slayer imagines #Urokodaki x reader #Sabito x reader #kny imagines #moji writes

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bindi-the-skunk · 3 years

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The son of Frankenstein chapter 15

Henry was about to ask what on earth she could possibly want, well wondering how fast he could get into his wheelchair to go find Robert, or even if he should call Creature to remove her from the house when something glowing green caught his eye as Frankenstein pulled it from her coat.

His eyes widened in horror when he realized what it was in her hand.

No, it couldn't be! How did she ...impossible...

But there it was, in her hand was a mixed-up H-J 7 potion, stirring inside the beaker as if it was alive, eager to break free of its clear prison and jump down its host's throat to start the painful transformation process.

She must have broken into his office...picked the lock to his desk like she did his recovery room...she truly did have no shame...

Just looking at Frankenstein's face, he knew there was no getting out of this, no words he could spin would help, even shoving her down might just make her more eager to see what happened when Hyde came out, thinking he just did not want to share his discovery with anyone else.

Hyde was strangely silent, but there was an undertone of fear that Henry could feel, like this one time he did not want to be out in the world despite his way out being right in front of them both.

The chemist took the potion into his hands, feeling the heat radiate from the glass, the bottle feeling strange in his right hand as his left had been the one broken, Henry wondered momentarily if she had even mixed it properly, but if she had not, the chemicals would have caused a very different look, this was the potion that brought Edward Hyde to the surface.

Taking off the cork, the brunette, soon to become blond, did not gag as the smell that hit his nose, used to the once overwhelming stench after so long of forcing it down his gullet.

The split man tipped the glass to his lips, the disgustingly lukewarm slime slipping past them without much prompting, and drank it, ignoring the loud footsteps behind him and the resounding shout that followed them.

"HENRY, NO!"

Pain, white-hot pain split through as Henry did not bother biting back his screams, who did he have to muffle them for? Robert was right there, he would know now, everything was already lost for him, just get it over with.

Bones cracked and reformed, fingers twitching as if trying to grasp for some salvation from the agony, hair lengthened and lightened, but the damage done to the shared body did not heal...and no doubt more damage had been done from the violent seizures caused by the transformation...

And when the horror was finally over, a shaking and crying Edward Hyde lay on the floor having fallen from the sofa, clutching his hurt wrist to his heaving chest and broken legs spasmed in pain.

Robert stared in shock at what just happened, the man he loved turning into someone he held nothing but disdain towards and was torn between rushing forward to help the other back onto the sofa to recover from the obvious strain and sitting down himself to keep from fainting.

Frankenstein smiled at the new arrival and stepped forward to scoop him up, with Edward trying to recoil from her grip, now feeling like he did before and could feel Henry felt the same, the adrenaline rush that made him chug the potion wearing off as his pain faded because he was no longer in his physical body.

They both felt like a paticuarly fat bird caught in the claws of a playful cat whose hunger was just starting to pick at their belly.

The other man eventually snapped out of it and jogged forward, nudging Frankenstein out of the way with his shoulder making her shout in indignation and put his hands under Edward's legs and upper back in a way that he hoped would cause the least pain for the other and quickly lifted him onto the couch, earning a mild grunt but no crying or screaming, though the blond was still sniffling from his earlier trauma, and Robert tried to let go to confront Frankenstein, but found Hyde clung to him like a scared child with his good hand clutching at the bicep of the other.

"No....no...s-stay" Was all Edward could squeak out, he normally was confused by what he felt for the freckled man, but right now he knew Robert meant safe, Robert meant no pain, remembering how he had at least attempted to defend him from Lucy throwing him out into the streets to be at the Bazaar exhibitors none-existent mercy.

He never would have led the coppers there if he had not been trying to flee a KIDNAPPING!

Edward had no doubt he would have been beaten and bloody if he had not gotten the five-minute head start and had the skills to roof hop, those hallucinations had almost led to him being caught several times, but he managed.

Robert let himself be used as a teddy bear as Edward hid his face in the other man's shoulder, too exhausted and in pain to care about his image, he wanted some affection and Robert was the closest available source that did not do more damage in the attempt.

The Lanyon heir was feeling a swirl of emotions, on one hand, he was happy that most of the less than savory theories of who Hyde was and where he came from had been confirmed at that moment to not be true, on the other this meant he had a SERIOUS talk to have with Henry when he came back out!

Robert was both angry and upset that this had been kept from him for so long, that his lover had gone under his nose the whole time with this secret, yes, they would be having a VERY serious talk! But for now, he would let things cool down a bit, both Henry and Edward needed to recover both physically and mentally from the past few day's events, then Robert would be able to get his answers.

And he had to admit... the little gremlin was sort of cute like this when he was not swearing like a sailor and was in Henry's too big clothes curled into Roberts's chest for comfort, sort of like a kitten, a ratty looking one but still, smiling softly, the curly-haired man gently pulled down the shirt that was starting to ride up on the smaller man making the blond make a contented sound.

"So you are Edward Hyde, I have heard a lot about you.." Frankenstein said, alerting the other two she was still in the room and breaking whatever peace bond the two had started to form.

"Hi, mum..." Edward said sleepily, not bothering to pull his nose out of Robert's shoulder as he stared at Victoria with a look that was between fear and irritation, he wanted to go to sleep, the stuffy man was surprisingly comfy as a bed and Hyde was fully intent on using him as one.

"Well, that clears it up, your different people" Victoria could not help but drone out upon hearing the 'loving' term as she reached out to pat Edwards head, ignoring the almost snarl Robert threw at her "You both were holding out on everyone if I had even a hint Henry was capable of such a thing-"

"You would have what? Not smacked him in the face?" Edward bit, he had been rudely dragged out of his pity corner and thrown into a broken body that shot pain through every nerve with each small twitch, something that was driving Edward insane as he was used to moving as he pleased, not to mention his pride was still wounded from Lucy's own dressing down and following throwing him out onto her stoop...even though she could not have seen the monsters outside, it was still devastating.

So, he was in no mood to play nice despite how he would not be able to physically harm the other "Not caused a loon to break into the society after your creation and led to this whole mess with the coppers being after me!?"

Henry would have pointed out a few flaws in Hyde's argument, but he was having too much fun, another emotion barreling in to replace the fear and self-loathing, he was not in pain from his mind space and could enjoy the thud from Frankenstein digging her own grave from the mirror that hung over a table nearby.

This! This must be how Hyde felt most of the time! It was a sick sort of glee that Henry partially felt bad at feeling at all, but that same part was the dirty mind...LINT that had been beaten back from the past day's chaos and was currently whimpering in a corner to lick its wounds, the lowly thing would not cause its host any trouble.

Neither side was in the mood to be kind, what had kindness with this person done for either of them? Nothing, she would learn EXACTLY what both of them thought!

Frankenstein wanted to see Hyde so badly?

She got him fully loaded! Hurt to boot, and mad as a rattlesnake with a toothache and snapped off tail.

Henry sat back and watched, smiling, savoring the swelling of sadistic joy that built behind his ribs.

Let the show begin!

#The glass scientists AU #the glass scientists #TGStheory #tgs jekyll #Tgs Hyde #TGS #Son of Frankenstein AU #Jekyon #jekyll and hyde #doctor jekyll #Robert Lanyon #tgs lanyon #Robert Lanyon X Henry Jekyll #tgs frankenstein #frankenstiensmonster

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eddie-and-richie · 4 years

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Nightmares

Mayward Week 2020

Day 4: “I’m not going anywhere” + established relationship

For as long as he could remember, JJ suffered from nightmares. As a child, he would wake up screaming with tears soaking his cheeks. He would run around the house looking for his father to offer him some sort of comfort but more often than not he would not find him. Forcing the small boy to huddle himself under his blanket clutching the teddy bear that his mother had given him to his chest until he would eventually fall back asleep.

The nightmares didn’t mellow with age, in fact, if anything they worsened. Most nights he found himself waking up in cold sweat with his heart pounding out of his chest. As a child, the nightmares usually consisted of monsters and bad guys. A lot of times there would be mean people in suits that would try and take him away from his daddy, as his father told him would happen if he ever told anyone that he would get “too mad” sometimes. But, as he got older his nightmares were more often about something bad happening to his friends than something happening to him.

His most current, recurring dream took place on the HMS Pogue. It always started out normal, JJ and the rest of his friends would be on the boat and then out of nowhere, a storm would come. A dark black cloud would rest over the boat and a large blue wave of water would crash over them taking everyone that JJ loved with it. JJ would always survive. He would be left standing on the boat in panic while he searched for his friends. He never did find them before he woke up.

This was the dream that JJ had tonight. He jolted himself awake and tried to catch his breath. His clothes were drenched in a cold sweat and his mouth was dry. He looked around his room in an attempt to bring himself back to reality. A reality where his friends are safe. His boyfriend is safe. His boyfriend. When he was a little kid, JJ had no one to run to when he needed comfort after one of his nightmares. Now he did.

JJ reached up and ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair before reaching over and grabbing his phone. He quickly clicked on his most used contact and brought the phone to his ear while leaning his head back against his headboard. After a few rings, a groggy voice answered the phone, and JJ perked up slowly. “Hello?” Pope groaned on the other end. “Pope?” JJ whispered into the phone anxiously. “JJ? Baby, are you okay?” Pope’s voice gradually became more awake with every word.

Just the sound of Pope’s voice was enough to bring JJ back into a calm reality. However, this tranquility that Pope built around him only lasted for a second before guilt began to settle in. Fuck, stupid, you woke him up! JJ inwardly scolded himself. “No...I-I mean yeah I’m totally fine,” He said in a nonchalant tone and shrugged despite Pope not actually being able to see him.

Pope chuckled lowly into the phone “Oh yeah?” He smiled “And so what do I owe for this lovely 3 a.m. call then?” He teased. JJ’s cheeks warmed up and he played with a loose thread on his blanket. “Well...would you believe me if I said I missed you?” JJ whispered, earning another soft laugh from Pope. “Well, I miss you too J but I did just see you like eight hours ago,” He teased with a fond smile. JJ chewed on the inside of his cheek and shrugged again. “Still,” He mumbled. Pope laughed softly “What’s up, J?” Pope said sweetly into the phone.

JJ sniffed sadly and chewed on his bottom lip. He knew that if Pope could see him he’d tell him to stop. “I just...miss you…” JJ’s voice broke and so did Pope’s heart. “J…” Pope started slowly. “Can I come over?” JJ cried softly and Pope felt his heart clench in his chest. “Yes, Baby of course you can come over,” Pope answered quickly and that was all JJ needed to spring out of bed and throw one of Pope’s sweatshirts over his head. He quickly put on his shoes and climbed out of his bedroom window the same way he had hundreds if not thousands of times before.

Pope stayed on the phone with JJ the entire walk to his house, until JJ had to make the climb through Pope’s window. The minute JJ’s feet hit the floor, strong arms were around him and JJ rested his face in the crook of Pope's neck, letting the warm embrace wash over him. Pope began pressing gentle kisses along JJ’s cheek and jawline. “Come on let’s get into bed,” Pope whispered in JJ’s ear sweetly and took his hand leading him over to his bed.

JJ kicked his shoes off and pulled the sweatshirt over his head before laying down next to Pope. Immediately, JJ rested his head on Pope’s chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. Pope’s fingers found their way into JJ’s hair, soothingly massaging his scalp and occasionally pressing soft kisses to the blonde’s forehead.

“I lost you,” JJ whispered woefully into Pope’s chest, making the other boy look down at him. “Hmm?” Pope hummed softly, still playing with JJ’s hair because he knew how much it soothed him. “I lost you,” JJ repeated and looked up at Pope. “In my dream...You fell off the boat and I couldn’t find you and I was so scared,” Panic rose in JJ’s voice the more he talked and Pope’s arms tightened around him.

“Shh shh J,” Pope soothed softly “J it’s okay I’m right here.” He ran his hand, that wasn’t tangled in JJ’s hair, down his back soothingly. “I’m not going anywhere,” He smiled softly. JJ sniffed and a sad smile formed on his face. “Never?” He asked looking at Pope with childlike innocence in his eyes. Pope’s heart swelled in his chest and he couldn’t help but press a gentle kiss on JJ’s lips “Never,” He smiled and he meant it.

The two spent the rest of the night wrapped up in one another. It didn’t take long for JJ to drift back to sleep after that. Pope smiled down at the boy in his arms and silently prayed that his dreams remained pleasant. What Pope didn’t know was that, though JJ often had nightmares, he never had them when he was sleeping next to him.

#I know I'm like two days behind #i promise im gonna catch up #maywardweek2020 #mayward #outer banks #jjpope #jj maybank #pope heyward #mine #obx

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foradecision · 3 years

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ii. ‘ if i charge, follow me. if i retreat, kill me. if i die, revenge me. ’

OLD TOWN, DAY 40 ; 19:47:03.

he counts twenty - five. sixteen biters, four hazmat suits, two cops, and three virals. all told, almost thirty infected between crane and where he needs to go.

firecrackers are too high - risk in this kind of a pressure cooker; so are grenades. so are guns. the crossbow slung across his back would be silent and efficient, but for that one snag: he’s down to his last bolt. from his vantage point, sight unseen atop one of the buildings lining the promenade, he weighs his options.

“where’d you serve?”

“beirut,” ali says. “somalia, a long tour in lebanon. i was running point in bosnia and herzegovina before my discharge. you?”

“uh — pakistan and the uzbekistan border, then iraq. mostly fallujah. priority one was keepin’ the civilians clear of all the shit - slinging between us and the ISIL.”

“do you ever regret it?”

there’s no direct path. none clear enough, none that he can fight his way through without making some noise. not from the front. the gridwork of structures branching off from his makeshift eagle’s nest are close together; some adjoining, others with narrow alleys in between whose gaps are easily jumped. he works his way around to the back of the building blocked by infected and spots it on his first scan.

service gate leading into a small courtyard, where a fire exit door is nestled between two dumpsters. all clear. that’s his way in.

“regret what?”

“serving. fighting. doing what we had to do.”

crane’s answer flows as naturally as a drawn breath. he hadn’t ever lost a moment to reflect on the alternative. hadn’t considered regret in the context of duty, even as a fleeting blip on his conscience.

“no,” he says steadily. “i don’t. do you?”

ali smiles. “never have, never will. oorah.”

the exit door is blocked from the other side. unlocked; he can tell as much when he tries the handle, but something solid and heavy is keeping it shut. that isn’t the reason he freezes, blood turning to ice in his veins. that isn’t why he tastes bile and the pit of his stomach clenches like a fist. inside, behind the barricade and the drifting moans of infected, he hears a child’s wailing sobs.

time stands still.

in his head, crane begins to count again. any second now and he’ll hear something distinguishable, something cogent, something like words. something.

fuck, anything.

the sobs waver, hit decibels of pure anguish, taper off into screams of pain, quiet back to weeping. but they’re still just sobs.

and still, he keeps counting.

when the sound becomes unbearable and his breath stays lodged in his throat, he stops. sets his jaw and shoulders the door, hard. then again. then a third time. by the fourth, whatever’s blocking it crashes to the floor and leaves him with enough space to push his way in. there’s another closed door on the far side of the counter, marked employees only, in an alcove smeared in blood. that’s where the noise is coming from. where the thing behind it is so consumed by its own agony, it’s yet to hear him.

his body moves before his mind can find traction. one foot in front of the other. slow motion, like slogging through water waist - deep. the floorboards are sticky with gore. he takes another step, and the tread of his boot comes down on something soft. plush. somehow, he already knows what it is. he knows what it is before he picks it up.

he stands there, motionless, dazed as a sleepwalker. holding it between both hands. its tawny fur is matted red.

his eyes press shut and memory uncurls like smoke.

"kyle! kyle! you can’t go yet, i thought of a name!”

“oh yeah?” he drops to eye level, forearms on his knees. “lay it on me, kid.”

“violet!” eren announces. clutching the bear in the crook of his elbow, he darts off to the booth and returns with one of the books crane gave him: a small hardcover, featuring an illustration of a young girl on horseback wearing jousting armor. “look! it’s so cool! she’s a princess but she dresses up like a boy and she wins the contest ‘cause she’s better than everyone at j—jow—”

“jousting?”

“yeah! with the big stick. see?”

“now, that,” crane says, taking a good long look at the book’s cover, “is just about the coolest name ever.”

he hugs the bear to his chest, grinning into its fur, those big dark eyes staring at crane from between its ears. “you think so?”

“you kiddin’?” the grin’s returned. it’s his first in a while. the first that feels this warm; this genuine. crane ruffles the boy’s hair. “hey — i know so.”

a minute — or maybe it’s an hour, maybe it’s a week — slips away from him, slick as oil. he opens his eyes and he’s standing in front of the last door. his blade is holstered and both arms are at his sides, left hand still curled around the bloodied arm of a child’s toy. a child who’s about to be dead. a child who probably died days ago.

“oh, god ...” the broken murmur escapes him in a shuddered breath.

this door isn’t locked, either.

eren is in a corner of the room, standing but hunched over with arms hugging his midsection, head bowed forward. he looks even smaller than before. the sobs wrack his tiny frame. infection covers his skin in open wounds and welts like burn marks, flesh a patchwork of bruised purple and deep crimson.

crane moves silently. eren’s back is to him, and once he’s close, he crouches down to wrap an arm tight around the boy’s neck.

“shhh ... it’s okay. it’s okay. i got you.”

a hoarse cry greets his words, silenced in an instant by the quiet snap of fragile bone. then the body goes still.

“i got you,” he whispers.

gently, so gently, he lowers eren to the floor and finally lets him go.

bear still clutched in his hand, crane, too, sinks down. leans back against the wall, fingers aching from the force of his grip. his breath catches in a dry, heaving sob; hitches once more before the tears fall hot and fast. it’s the first time he’s cried since jade. skin mottled with infection. the snap of bone. jade in the museum, rahim in the train car. it’s too familiar. too brutally, horribly familiar.

he stays like that for a while, an immeasurable constituent of time that wanders off and vanishes like it did outside the door. he stays like that until he wears himself out. until the tears and prayers and strangled curses to a god he no longer believes in fall as silent as the little boy with the bright eyes, the little boy who named this bloodstained teddy bear after a jousting princess from a book he’d found in an apartment filled with death.

just like here. this place. just like everywhere.

words try to form again, painted in vitriol, about how the world is ugly and just keeps getting uglier. about how good people end up corpses and bad people take what they want, picking through devastation like crows without wings. but he swallows it. all of it.

ali’s body isn’t anywhere inside the building. he looks for it, in the bodies by the window. in the faces of every infected he can see outside. he looks for it and comes up empty, as empty as the cage of his ribs in the aftermath of what his hands just did. they’re taking notice through the broken glass and that’s when he leaves, retracing his steps past the fire exit and crossing the courtyard with the bear still in his hand.

that’s when he leaves, alone.

#battle journals.*#hc.*#haha bye im gonna go kms #also i lowkey hate tht its revenge instead of avenge but #thats. thats the quote lMFAO #anyway what the god damn fuck is my problem

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