#because my dad worked nights sometimes and my mum would take us out of the house so he could sleep

[justabigassnerd]

Bad Decisions

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 2,325

Warnings - alcohol, drugs, feeling uncomfortable, slight bullying

Summary - when a gathering with friends goes wrong, you call one of the most trusted people in your life to help you get out

A/N - whoa not only did I finish and submit my dissertation today. I uploaded a whole ass instalment of the Hangman junior universe?? I thought this would be a nice 'I've returned' gift for y'all! this was a lovely idea sent in by @weloveds and of course, I had to write it! I won't ramble anymore but as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Being in high school meant that sometimes you made bad choices. You had prided yourself on being someone who didn’t make those kind of choices. Your dad had raised you to know your own worth and to not make friends with people who treated you badly.

Yet somehow you found yourself surrounded by the exact people your dad warned you about.

Living near a Navy base meant there were a lot of transfer students going in and out of your school, the kids following wherever the Navy sends their parents. Some people who came were nice and you got on well with them, and others would people you steered clear of. When your friend Mary moved away because her mum got posted elsewhere you started to stick to yourself. You were outgoing enough to make friends, you just lost interest in doing so when Mary moved away. You figured that if people were going to be coming and going you didn’t want to run the risk of being attached to them. Your dad and Bradley had noticed that you had become more withdrawn and didn’t spend Friday evenings with your friends, finding yourself hanging out with the Daggers more and more, which nobody minded, they were just concerned. Bradley and Jake had double and triple-checked with you that no one was bullying you and once they had the confirmation you were just scared to make friends and then lose them, they encouraged you to try and let someone in. They told you that you didn’t need to be best friends with them, they just wanted you to have someone to lean on when you were at school.

You eventually got invited to join a group that had recently formed after a new load of Navy kids moved in. At first, they were kind and welcoming, letting you join in on their plans and never once making you feel unwanted.

But then they started to show their true colours.

Over time you noticed that they’d whisper a lot amongst themselves and when you asked what was going on they’d brush it off, saying it was an inside thing you wouldn’t understand. They also had a tendency to skip class and be disruptive when you were trying to work. You figured that’s how they were, but you didn’t know what they also did with their evenings. One day they decided to talk to you over lunch.

“Hey, y/n. Do you want to hang out in the park with us tonight? It’s Friday night so most of us have late curfews or none at all. I’m sure you’re in the same boat.” Lucy says, stabbing her fork into her meal as she glances over at you.

“I mean usually I hang out with my dad and Bradley, sometimes the other Daggers too.” You argue weakly, wanting to spend more time with your friends but also not wanting to bail on your dad.

“Oh come on. Friday nights as a group are so fun and you’ve never been there! I’m sure your dad won’t miss you for one night.” Jared scoffs as he takes a swig from his water. He wasn’t wrong. You had missed out on the Friday night meet-ups because of wanting to spend time with your dad and Bradley.

“Okay, I’ll come.” You say with a small smile as the group celebrates happily. You texted your dad just before your next class started and told him that you’d probably be out when he got home from work. He was quick to respond, telling you to stay safe and to contact him or Bradley if you needed anything.

You went home after planning a time and place to meet up with your friends and unsurprisingly the house was empty, giving you the freedom to blast your music as you showered and changed and once you were ready, you went to the park and quickly located your friends who waved you over.

“Hey, y/n! We gotta head to the corner store real quick to grab some snacks. Come on.” Jared says, leading you and the rest of the group to the small corner shop and while you went to look for snacks, the others went to the aisles containing alcohol.

“Hey y/n, distract the owner while we snag some of these will you?” Henry says, inspecting the alcohol in front of him.

“What? No. We’re not stealing.” You hiss lowly, not wanting to get everyone caught by your shocked words.

“Oh don’t be a wuss. Just buy some snacks, talk to him, and buy us time to sneak out.” Lucy whispers harshly as she picks up a six-pack of beers.

“No! If my dad found out about this, he’d-”

“Jeez, do you do everything daddy tells you to do?” Jared scoffs.

“Why’d we invite the daddy’s girl?” Henry says as he rolls his eyes. Narrowing your eyes you leave to stand outside the shop, refusing to get involved in their shoplifting endeavours. But you didn’t want to leave just yet, despite their comments you figured they could redeem themselves somehow. It took them about five minutes to emerge from the shop, bottles shoved in jackets as they tried to discreetly leave without being noticed.

“Thanks for nothing Seresin.” They hiss as they walk past you, but no one tried to stop you when you followed along behind them. When they found a secluded place in the park and got out the alcohol you started to get more uncomfortable than you already were. It got worse when other people showed up. People older than you and your group and it increased more than you already thought possible when they started pulling out bags of weed and began rolling blunts. With your uncomfortableness reaching an all-time high, you quietly slipped away while everyone was busy smoking and drinking and once you were far enough away, you pulled your phone out of your pocket. Your thumb hovered over your dad's contact for a minute as you quietly debated whether it was worth him knowing about what just happened before you moved to click on Bradley’s contact, lifting your phone up to your ear as the phone began to ring.

“y/n? Is everything okay?” Just hearing Bradley’s voice helped calm you but only slightly as you took a shuddering breath.

“Can you come and get me?” You manage to say, leaning up against a tree as a cool evening breeze makes its way past.

“Are you hurt? Should I tell Jake?” Bradley immediately asks, leaping up from where he was sitting on the sofa and rushing to grab his keys and put his shoes on.

“No. Don’t tell dad. I don’t want to ruin his night with Uncle Javy. I just want you to pick me up.” You say hurriedly, eyes darting around like anyone from the group could appear at any second.

“Okay, I won’t tell your dad. Tell me where you are, sweetheart and I’ll come and get you.” Bradley says, keeping his voice steady and calm as he could hear the obvious panic and stress in your voice. You relay your location to Bradley, and he promises to get to you as quickly as he can before getting into the Bronco and driving to where you were. He stays on the phone with you the entire time to make sure you were calm, telling you to keep talking to him and to tell him when you can see the Bronco so he can find you.

“I can see the Bronco.” You say when you catch sight of the familiar blue vehicle.

“Good, I can see you too. I’m going to hang up now, okay? I’ll pull up once I’ve hung up.” Bradley says softly, hanging up once you’ve acknowledged him and then pulling up alongside where you were. He barely turned the engine off and pulled the keys out of the ignition before he was leaping out of the car, immediately holding you by the shoulders and checking you over for any injuries.

“Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” He asks, his eyes swimming with concern as he searches you over. Instead of responding, you wrap your arms around Bradley’s middle and hug him tight, taking him aback by the force of the hug but once he recovered, he was quick to reciprocate the hug.

“Woah, what’s up kid?” Bradley questioned worriedly as you continue to cling to him.

“Can we just go home?” You ask, your voice muffled as you spoke, but Bradley heard you nonetheless.

“Okay, let’s get in the car.” Bradley says softly, guiding you to the passenger side of the car and opening the door for you, waiting for you to get settled in your seat before closing the door and rounding the car to get behind the wheel. He begins the drive back to the house in silence, with only the radio playing quietly in the background.

“I think I made a bad decision today.” Your small voice makes Bradley raise an eyebrow as he briefly glances over at you.

“Why do you think that?” He questions, focusing back on the road as you stare out the window.

“I made some new friends at school not too long ago and at first, they seemed nice. I hadn’t made any friends since Mary left so it was nice to have people to talk to at school. But then they invited me out with them for the first time tonight and they weren’t at all what I thought they were like. They wanted me to help them shoplift some alcohol and then they invited other people from outside the group and they brought weed and I got really uncomfortable and that’s when I left and called you.” You ramble, your focus on the world passing you by in the window.

“Well did you help them shoplift? Did you smoke or drink?” Bradley asks, glancing at you briefly once more as you shake your head.

“No, of course not.” You say, glancing over at Bradley who nods at your words.

“Then I don’t think you made a bad decision today. You just wanted to have an evening hanging out with your friends. They’re the ones making bad decisions. You did the right thing by calling me. I’m proud of you for not feeling obligated to stay just because they were your friends. You’re better off without them anyway.” Bradley says, and you remain silent, processing what he said.

“I made a lot of bad decisions when I was younger. When it became obvious to me that my mum wasn’t getting better, I started doing dumb things to forget about everything that was going on at home. The things I thought would help, didn’t and after a chat with Mav I realised that what I was doing was wrong and that I needed to spend time with my mum. You didn’t make a bad decision today. Even if you did, it would be a learning moment for you. Not every bad decision is the end of the world. You’ll be okay, kid.” Bradley says as he turns the Bronco onto the road your house is on and soon pulls the Bronco into the driveway of your house. Jake’s truck was still absent, a clear indicator he was still at Coyote’s. As Bradley turns the engine off you turn to face him.

“Bradley. Could we keep this between us? Dad already worries about me enough and I’d rather he not know about everything that just went on between me and the group.” You ask timidly, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you avert eye contact. Bradley remains quiet for a moment before exhaling softly and nodding.

“Okay, y/n/n, I won’t tell Jake.” He says, watching as you lift your gaze to meet his as you smile lightly.

“Thanks, Bradley.” You say, turning to climb out of the car with Bradley mirroring your actions. When you get in the house and head to the stairs after taking your shoes off, Bradley calls you back to where he was standing in the hall, and you approach him.

“I just want to promise you something before you disappear off upstairs. I just want you to know that so long as you feel that you can come to me whenever you need help, I won’t get mad or tell Jake if you don’t want me to. However, if I think you’re hiding something and you don’t tell us anything, I will voice any concerns to Jake but only because I care about you.” Bradley says gently, watching you carefully as you nod, taking in every word he says. When he finishes speaking, you give Bradley another hug, with him reciprocating quickly.

“Thank you, Bradley. I love you.” You whisper, squeezing him tighter as you speak, smiling when you hear a breathy chuckle escape his lips.

“I love you too, y/n. Now, how about you go and chill in your room? You’ve had a long evening so it’s probably best you get some rest.” Bradley says after pressing a kiss to the top of your head and releasing you from the hug. Once you’ve been released from the hug you grin up at Bradley before turning and heading upstairs to relax in your room. Once you had left Bradley’s line of sight, he headed into the living room and flopped across the length of the sofa and switched the tv on. He crossed his arms behind his head to act as a makeshift pillow as he mindlessly watched whatever came on the tv. His focus was hardly on the tv, all he could think about was how you trusted him to come and pick you up from the situation you had found yourself in. And he vowed to himself that he’d always be there when you needed him. You’d always be protected with him and Jake around.

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[whois-jess]

Harvey's first birthday celebrating with Finn, Damian, Dominik, reader's mom, Rhea's parents and sister and Dominik's parents and sister? (I wanted to include Rey and Angie so bad because I feel like they're the sweetest people out of scripts).

First Birthday

Baby burrito: Rhea Ripley x Fem!reader

Today was our baby boys first birthday and we were throwing him a massive party with friends and family last night we flew in Rheas parents who would arrive around 1 pm and Harvey was thrilled to see his Grandma and Grandpa sadly Rheas sister couldn't make it but we promised pictures.

As Harvey grew he dark hair he got from the donor we chose but it reminded me of the color hair Rhea had at some point. The boys are coming around in the afternoon and Doms parents wanted to come to as i really got close to all of them even Aalyah.

"Were my birthday boy" i smile as i flick Harveys room light on and he was laying there all smiles "mama!" His arms stretched out for a hug "come here my big boy" i smiled picking him up "lets go see mummy huh" i said looking at his face still waking up.

We walked down stairs Barry following once seeing Harvey "mummy!" Harvey shout in excitement "there is my boy!" She smiled taking him from my arms "want a birthday breakfast?" She smiles kissing his forehead "pancakes" she giggles at his excitement and places him in a high chair and starts to make pancakes "mama want some" Rhea says to me "yes please mummy" i smile kissing her cheek "mama sit next to me!" Harvey smiles just growing bigger "don't think he will calm down today" i say to Rhea as she flips a pancake "it's okay he is cute" she says "you could get away with murder" i say to Harvey and he just smirks clapping his hands making me chuckle and kiss his cheek.

We finish our pancakes and decided to give Harvey one of his gifts before everyone arrives "okay Harvey open this one from mummy and mama" i say giving him a soft gift as he is sat in Rheas lap on the floor "go on baby" Rhea says as Harvey tares into the gift making me and Rhea giggles "its a bear" Rhea says moving the wrapping paper out the way as Harvey hugs the toy "bobo!" He shouts smiling "is that his name" i say and he nods happily "bobo" he repeats "lovely name" Rhea says "thank you mama thank you mummy" he says hugging us "such a polite boy" i say.

Its now the afternoon Rheas parents are here my mum as my dad could be here the boys and we were waiting on Doms family "where's the birthday boy!" Damian says as he walks in "uncle D!" Harveys shouts jumping off Rheas mums lap hugging Damians legs "hey champ" Damian says patting Harveys back "heard its a little lads birthday" Finn walking in "Uncle Finny!" Harvey now hugs finns legs and the same for Dom "hey mamas" Dom says hugging me and Rhea then we hug Finn and Damian "thanks for coming" i says as the boys walk to the living room Barry and Luna sniffing everyone and thing "of course its Harveys first birthday" Dom smiles sayinf hi to my mum and Rheas parents before sitting down "just waiting on Doms mum dad and sister" i say sitting on Rheas lap.

After some time of Harvey showing off what my mum got him and Rheas parents got him and bobo Doms parents showed up "we are here!" Angie said as the family walkef in "in the living room" Dom said and the family walked in "oh y/n hunny you look so good" she smiles as the last time she saw me was sometime after Harvey was born of course they seen Harvey but i was at work or on a date night with Rhea "yep all healed" i smile and hug Angie back and Aalyah then Rey "time for gifts" Rey smiles and Harvey yells in excitement only for Rhea to shut the yelling down "inside voices baby" She says as he sits on the floor.

Harvey opens gifts from every but Dom "mine turn" he smiles grabbing a box ans i look at Rhea confused and she shrugs wrapping her arms around me as i cuddled into her.

Harvey opened the box and let out an squeal in excitement "what is it baby" next thing i know Harvey drags out a calico kitten "Dom!" I yell and Harvey hugs it "what its his first birthday and now you got to cats two dogs" he grins and Damian and Finn laugh "mama! Mummy! Look kitty!" I sigh "yes baby kitty" Doms parents now chuckle "what you naming.." Rhea says then looks at Dom "her" Rhea smiles "what you naming her my little koala" Harvey thinks petting this very tiny kitten "Callie!" He smiles and giggles and very one smiles.

It was time for cake as we sing happy birthday Barry and Luna especially Ryuk met Callie which they all got along thank god, after we sing happy birthday and he blow out candles with Rheas help "get everything you wanted baby" she smiles as everyone eats some cake "no" he replied looking sad "aw baby i am sorry what did mama and mummy not get you" he pats his new cat Callie who won't leave him alone "i wanted a sister or brother" me and Rhea were shocked and so was everyone else "a brother or sister" Dom says "sister" he smiles and Dom says "it would be a boy" then finn says "yeah i think its a boy" and Damian adds his guess "nah it will be a girl" me and Rhea chuckle "i am not pregnant" i say sitting on Rheas lap again "yet" dom says "we heard enough for you today" i says and everyone chuckles.

The night ends everyone but Rheas parents go home and we thank them for Harveys gifts "can't believe my baby boy is one years old now" i say me and Rhea were alone in our room Harvey asleep and we were changing to getting ready for bed "9:45 pm" Rhea smiles at me "i remembered when i told you i was pregnant now he is grown taking walking" i say sitting on the bed and lays down cuddling up to Rhea under the covers "don't be sad he is a polite amazing young boy" she kisses the top of my head "you will be a mess when he first goes to school" Rhea chuckles "dont" i smile cuddling up to her as we fall asleep "night love you" "love you too"she says as well drift asleep.

[nwheregirl]

A little bit of fun for your soul. (Kevin Lomax x reader)

Request: “So, can you do an headcanon Yandere Dark Kevin Lomax being obsessed with his innocent secretary female reader, please?” By @gea-chan96

((NSFW-ish, DARK CONTENT, 18+ ONLY, DUBCON, FEMALE READER, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, IT’S CLEARLY A POWER DYNAMIC AND A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP KEEP THAT IN MIND, NOT A WRITER JUST HAVING FUN, COULD CONTAIN TYPOS.))

New York is so fun, right? You just moved there, probably enchanted by all the wonderful scenery your parents' friends often told you about. Besides, you needed to feel independent, to leave mum and dad's house in order to finally be a woman free to do what she wanted.

Rent is expensive, the apartment is perhaps too small for such a high price: you immediately had to find a job.

You noticed on the newspaper that a famous New York attorney was urgently looking for a secretary: the salary was quite high for such a...simple job?

"Who cares? You literally just have to sit behind a desk and smile to his clients, and learn how to use the printer!" Your friend with whom you were talking on the phone told you, while you were sitting on the sofa of your small apartment in shorts and a tank top. "Or I'll end up spending my mornings and nights printing papers, having to remember how he takes his coffee, and having his wife storm into the office to punch me in the face out of unreasonable jealousy!" You answered, in a tone that was not too ironic.

Your friend had pointed out how you were perfect for such a job: you had always been a kind and honest, quiet girl…sometimes too naive for your own good. You were a person incapable of hurting anyone, it was hard for you to lie, you were smiley and polite. Basically, an emotional and sweet soul.

You both imagined that this big-shot lawyer was probably old and wrinkly, someone who needed help with the little tasks of his job because of his age.

Wrong, you were fucking wrong.

Kevin Lomax was a promising young lawyer from Florida. He had been making a name for himself for some years now, as a professional who had never lost a case since his career began. Over the years the commitments had increased, along with his money. He had just gotten out of a stormy divorce with his ex-wife (this is something you would find out later).

The reason for the divorce was that Kevin was an absolutely unfaithful, self centered and possessive man. His poor wife had come to have a nervous breakdown due to the immeasurable sadness he had caused her.

But this, you would never know.

You applied for the job, and on the day of your interview you were struck by the beauty of the man: his pitch black hair and his brown eyes that seemed to penetrate into your soul for how deep they were, his broad and muscular body and his expensive suit that hugged his shoulders perfectly... you were convinced at first that he was just a trainee, but no. He was the man you were going to work for.

In the first months of your job Kevin had been professional and quiet, at times even cold and rude. He just nodded to you, ordering you left and right to do something for him without so much as a 'thank you' or 'please'. He was a man of few words and busy. You thought it was definitely not the friendliest environment to work in.

No one from the office ever spoke to you: you were simply the secretary and nothing more. They wished you good morning and smiled at you, that's it.

What you didn't know was that, in the first few months there, Kevin had done meticulous research on you to understand what kind of woman you were: he had contacted some criminals he had managed not to send to jail (they owed him a favor) to stalk you and make a complete profile of the person you were.

He was a lustful man, but at the same time (given what he had gone through with his ex-wife) he wanted to aim for a woman who was simple, submissive and therefore easy to manipulate. Not a gold digger, possibly. He wanted to indulge in his needs without any stress.

Kevin liked your aura of kindness and naivety, so he wanted confirmation that it wasn't just a mask: he discovered that you were actually a good girl, with a simple life and many female friends. You were shy around men, sometimes maybe even scared that someone might be interested in you. In short, you were perfect. Kevin wondered how it was possible that you didn't realize how beautiful you were, your sinuous body could have set a fire in the soul of any man that looked at you. He liked it even better that way though, it would have been easier to corrupt you and make you his good little fuck doll.

It happened out of nowhere: your boss had started being nicer, almost too much. You didn't know what to say or what to do, you were too embarrassed...and he had too much power over you to complain. You couldn't risk getting fired.

“Grab me a coffee. Will you, sweetheart?”.

“What a nice skirt you are wearing this morning, doll”.

“It’s late, I’ll call you a cab”.

“Y/N, print me this.” He would say, moving exaggeratedly close to your ear and tapping his fingers on your hips for a few seconds.

“You can go now. Do you have any plans for the weekend? I hope you don’t have a date, sweetie”. He said to you one day, winking at you with his pearly white smile: you laughed at those words but there was a touch of jealousy in his eyes, it seemed that through that small gesture he was hiding something more sinister.

During the few months in which those subtle behaviors had gone on you hadn't reciprocated his flirting ways: you wanted to keep it professional, you were shy and perhaps it made you a little uncomfortable. You couldn't deny that you weren't flattered to get the attentions of such a handsome and powerful man, though. Kevin knew that behind that fear, that innocence…you craved him just as much as he did. He was starting to lose his patience, no longer wanted to play nice with you.

It happened one evening, in one of the most expensive bars in New York: Kevin had just won yet another lawsuit. You often accompanied him to court to keep his papers organised, always finishing work after dinner time and coming back home exhausted. This time, however, you had decided to pass by that bar just for a few minutes to say hello and congratulate him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lomax!" you exclaimed happily as you entered the bar. You knew perfectly well that you didn’t belong there: you were surrounded by very rich attorneys, with their beautiful trophy wives and their shiny sports cars.

You were wearing a navy blue knee-length skirt, a white button-up blouse, a tailored blazer and stud earrings. A pair of low heel classic pumps at your feet. You wore your hair down, alway looking professional and polished.

Kevin turned to look at you as he was talking to his colleagues, his face changing completely into a seductive grin. He stared at you, licking his lips. He was wearing a sophisticated three piece grey suit.

His voice almost seemed to take a different tone; much deeper and seductive.

“Thank you, sweetheart”

He said with a charming wink, taking a sip of his drink as he offered to buy you one.

"Oh no thanks, I don't drink. I just came by to say hello, I don't want to disturb you"

"Who ever told you that you disturb me, honey?" Lomax said, his smile widening more as he leaned forward. He brought his drink to his lips slowly, eyes locked on yours as he did so. You didn't know exactly what to answer to those words, it was simply you being shy. Lomax reached out a hand, placing it gently on your arm.

He looks strong and confident, you had always admired him for his confidence…

“Don’t be so self conscious, you are a beautiful girl” He said with a warm smile, bringing his hand up to gently stroke your hair.

Wait…what the fuck had just happened? Was Kevin Lomax really stroking your hair?

You blushed, you lowered your gaze and murmured thanks to that compliment: man, now you understood why all the girls in the office spoke of him as if he were the most fascinating man on the planet. It took very little for him to make someone's legs shake.

"Mmh..thank you, but I really have to go..." You whispered at that moment as you sank into your shyness: but he wouldn't have given you a chance to escape. In fact, being late, he offered to drive you home in a tone that made you understand that "no" was not a plausible answer.

So, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his very expensive car, your hands resting shyly on your knees while you avoided making eye contact with Kevin and admired the sight of the city’s lights from the car’s window. The famous attorney had turned to look at you, a sly smile on his face: you were so cute, he could feel his pants getting tight at the thought of corrupting such a simple girl. It would have been so easy to make you fall at his feet…

"You know I don't bite, right? You can talk to me." There was an awkward silence in the car due to your discomfort. You turned your head toward the man, a shy smile on your face. Fortunately, you were not very far from your apartment: you could hold out a little longer. You smiled shyly, apologizing to him.

“…unless you want me to bite”.

What? What did he just said?

You turned towards him, shocked: you felt your throat grow dry as your cheeks turned bright red. You stood still for a few seconds.

"Mr. Lomax?" You called his name, thinking you were losing your mind. But no, it was real and it was really happening: you became aware of the fact that he had parked in front of your apartment but was showing no signs of wanting to unlock the door.

"You know..." The handsome attorney whispered, bringing his face closer to yours.

"I know you've noticed how I've treated you over the past few months, but you've shown no signs of wanting to give in. I am a not very patient man, if I want something I always get it." You noticed that you felt a huge emptiness in your stomach as you continued to stand still and look into his eyes with your lips half-open in shock.

"I always win." The man had whispered then, brushing his fingers over your cheekbones.

"I don't think any of this is appropriate…you are indeed a handsome man...but what will be said about me if people find out about this?" You whispered, as your insecurity blocked your throat from making a confident, clear sound.

"There are many beautiful women just waiting for attention from the famous Kevin Lomax, I am simply your secretary. I know what lawyers do with their secretaries, they use them like dolls and then throw them away. I don't want to be that, for any man in the world -- not even the richest one..." You kept going, feeling your eyes getting wet: damn insecurity, but at least you were managing to speak. That innocence and tenderness of yours generated in Kevin an even stronger lust for you: it was true, a good part of his colleagues did that. The world of New York lawyering was a world full of sins and scandals. But he was a gentleman, or for that matter he was distinctly better than some people: it almost seemed as if he could smell your fear and embarrassment.

"Sugar..." this time Kevin caught your face in his hands, bringing it brutally close to his: you could feel his breath smelling of alcohol and cigars on your skin. Not commenting on anything you had said, he ended the conversation this way:

"Good night, try to get some rest because tomorrow you will be forced to stay with me until late."

And once again, his tone scared you.

Back home, you looked at yourself in the mirror as you silently rinsed your face: you thought first about calling and quitting the very next morning, and then in the silence of your room -as you tried to fall asleep- you sensed your most unconscious emotions taking over your brain.

Kevin was handsome: you had stated that several times. You admired his confidence; you were frightened by his authoritative energy. You were a woman like any other, you had needs and when a person was attractive to you, you couldn't help but fantasize at least a little bit. Your brain had done that with your boss too, but you had always tried to scuttle your thoughts-you felt guilty, damn guilty. It wasn't right, what would your parents think of you?

You fell asleep overwhelmed by this train of thoughts, ignoring the fact that you had woken up after dreaming of your body bent against a desk, powerful hands pulling at your hair.

The next day you felt like you were in a different place, not the one you had now come to know for more than eight months.

You constantly felt Kevin's intense, dark gaze on your body; he hadn't spoken to you all day: he seemed to be back to his old way of doing things.

How wrong you were.

He simply wanted to make you feel uncomfortable, and he had succeeded. You felt that you had done something wrong, that you had offended him: perhaps you had gone too far? Was he about to fire you?

You were doing an impeccable job: his schedule was always perfect, his papers always in order, and much more. Would he really have been able to send you away or treat you badly because of a simple conversation?

You were forced to stay late into the evening in the office, when everyone had already left. Kevin had been in court for many hours that day because of a very difficult mob case. Now, after having dinner with several colleagues, he was forced to stay until late sitting at his desk to analyze documents that contained important evidence that would enable him to win the case. It was you who had alphabetically sorted through that large amount of documentation; that was why he needed you.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he had coldly called your name to ask you to find him the file of a specific person.

Slowly, you opened the small metal drawer to look for that specific file. There was total silence inside that room, it was now almost 11 o'clock at night, and you couldn't feel the fatigue because of the adrenaline rush that the discomfort was causing you.

You could once again feel the attorney's eyes slowly exploring your body-he was waiting, but panic made it seem like your eyes could not focus on the right letter. You coughed several times, starting to sweat.

"So?" He had said aloud, passing his tongue over his lips: his blazer was resting on the chair, his sleeves were rolled up, and his tie was now forgotten somewhere. The first buttons of his shirt were open. His hair, that were always tied elegantly combed back, now fell over his forehead.

At that moment, to get even more comfortable, he had taken off his suspenders and the very expensive Rolex he was wearing on his wrist until a few minutes before.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for it: it must be fatigue slowing me down." You had your head lowered in shame: you were generally quick, it never happened to make him wait more than a minute.

“Come here”.

You slowly turned toward him, your eyes still fixed on the floor.

"Look at me."

You didn't want to, you were ashamed, you couldn't really lift your head. At that point, Kevin violently slammed his hand against the desk.

"I said fucking look at me! Don't you ever listen?"

Terrified, you raised your head toward him: your legs were shaking, you felt you were about to cry--you don't like it when people yell at you. Kevin realized that maybe he had gone too far in having that reaction with you (or maybe he had accidentally shown you his true nature?), so he signed and massaged his temples:

"I'm sorry, come here..." He turned in your direction, opened his legs slightly and settled more comfortably in the black leather chair.

Figuring it would be worse if you didn't listen, you slowly approached the desk and looked at him with a confused and disappointed expression. You were facing him now, but were still too far away for his own taste.

"I didn't mean to respond that way, sugar..." He repeated, displaying a mask of guilt as his hand repeatedly tapped his thigh.

"Come closer” He said in a firmer tone, this time understanding what he was getting at.

"Kneel" He ordered you, and so you positioned yourself between his legs like a lapdog: in the silence of that moment you felt humiliated…humiliated and that you were succumbing to his power and feeling even more ashamed of the fact you were liking it. His hand began to caress your cheek as his thumb did the same with your lips.

"Open" The lawyer ordered , and you welcome his finger in your mouth, licking and sucking it slowly. You had heard of things like this: you understood then what he wanted, and you were at least trying. He'd probably been with more experienced women than you, and that shamed you even more. You felt like a stupid teen.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the fact that Kevin had slowly started to undo his belt, opening your eyes when you heard the noise of the zip being lowered.

"Don't worry, I’ll teach you everything" He explained, having noticed how awkward you were: even better he thought, it would have been even easier for him to make you what he wanted you to be.

"You're mine now, not that you'd ever get a chance to run away from me..." The way you were looking at him, with his finger still between your lips, made his eyes darken: you reminded him of a sweet deer, small and innocent. He smiled, taking your face in his hands and leaning towards you.

"If you're good, in a couple of years I might even put a ring around your pretty little finger…you would like that wouldn’t you, little doll?”.

[billdenbrough]

my uncle killed himself last night.

technically, he’s my mum’s cousin, but we’re pasifika, which means he’s my uncle. he’s one of her best friends in the whole world. she’s closer to him than she is to her actual brother.

when he told me the news, my dad gave a tiny biography. a refresher course, if you will. to some, this would indicate, i imagine, a great distance. a lack of familiarity. the thing you have to know, then, is my mother has one hundred and eight first cousins. multiple of them (who are also related to each other) have the same name.

but i’m sitting in a mall, looking at my google doc, thinking to myself, how am i going to connect a to b, and then i get a text, and i am staring at my phone for ten minutes. there is something weird and staticky and tight and panicky in my chest, but mostly everything is numb. i do not own a weighted blanket, but i imagine sometimes it might be like this. a grounding pressure coating everything. or maybe vaseline is closer to what i mean, keeping things in, keeping things out.

i call my dad. i take a list of errands. nothing to do with my uncle, or my mother, or grief, or death. they are the tasks my dad needs done, the things he was going to do today but now is not, because my mother’s heart is broken and he can’t leave her alone. so maybe they are to do with grief, kind of.

i drive through the city, and it sucks, because of course it does, but also it’s a saturday, and it’s a long weekend, and there are sales, and i am driving to the biggest mall in my area. and i get there, and i don’t really know where to go or what to do, so i try to nap in the back of my car. i lock all the doors, bunch up several of my jackets lying around, and set a timer for half an hour. after three minutes, it’s too hot, so i climb back up, figure out how to unlock the whole car, make my way to the front, turn it on, and put the back two windows down, just an inch or two. inches aren’t my favourite measurement—imprecise, unpractical, american—but it is what it is. i lay back down, and i try sleep, and i get maybe ten minutes of semi-aware rest before the noises outside stress me out too much, and then i spend the rest of the timer curled on my side, staring at my phone battery go down. my dad calls me back eventually, and gives me a direction. the first half of the great impersonator is my company for this, until my battery level stresses me out even more than the vaseline works, and i switch off bluetooth completely.

it starts raining at some point, and there is a wind tunnel, and my feet are sore because i’m not wearing my orthotics, which i am not wearing because they were making my feet ache. catch-22. i keep doing errands, and eventually, the lane i take when driving from one of the stores to a different mall leads me all the way to the house of someone i used to know, a boy who dated someone in my family for years and years and years. this is not great. i do not love this. i have spent the better part of a year adjusting to his absence, see, and reckoning with the big hurts people can deal people in ways that are small, in the greater scheme of things.

and i’m driving past his parents’ house, thinking about the last time i was there, and it’s probably less upsetting than it would be on a good day, but it is still a bad thing on a day that just managed to already be worse. and then i start thinking about my uncle, and my dad’s refresher bio, and how it did not include the fact that this man taught me how to weave, even though he did. he showed me how to weave hammocks and nets and helped me into a dinghy when i was ten and trying to bridge the gap of the ocean from the ladder to the boat and my mother loved him and relied on him and his smile is etched into my brain and now he is dead.

i finally get hungry. i woke up at 5am, my body causing me problems even after being up past midnight revisiting old stories and universes and ideas, and i’ve had one thing to eat around 9:30, and then everything has been too funny in my stomach to contend with the idea of eating. and then, suddenly, i am finally hungry, so much that it hurts. and i get food for my mother, who has not been eating all day, too full with grief, and i get food for myself, and some extra for my dad, and i drive through the rain and behind bad drivers and with songs i don’t know playing, until i get to the kitchen where my mother is, and i drop all my bags, and i hold her for a full minute while she shakes against me.

dad went for a walk, she says, and i give her the food, and i tell her i got the broth separate from the noodles so she can heat and eat it later if she isn’t ready now, and she says she will eat it.

and she is eating. and i am eating. and there she is. and here i am. and she says she wants to go back home. she wants to go this week, but she doesn’t know who can take care of the cat, because i will be in another city for three days and dad will be away for two. and she says how my uncle was such a big part of the reason she was so looking forward to going back home with all of us this christmas. they had so many big plans. and her voice shakes. and she says my aunt, her sister, is taking it badly, and i am not surprised, and then she says that my aunt is the one who found him, that it was in her house, and now i am surprised. now i am shaking too.

my dad comes home. she doesn’t bring up wanting to go back. maybe she is waiting. i wash my new sheets. the rugby game is starting in one room, and we all slowly migrate there, and we sit in separate chairs, and we watch, by which i mean we have devices in front of us that we sometimes look away from to observe the game. i’m still staring at that same google doc from this morning.

every so often, when i look up, i don’t watch the game. i watch my mother, and i watch how her face crumples, so many times that i cannot count. her whole mouth turns down, and her face shakes, and her eyes are so, so sad, and she is across the room from me, and all i can do is watch. she does not cry. she does not speak. but her face crumples, over and over.

my dad goes to shower. she goes to shower. i end up on a wikipedia deep dive of something even more horrible, even sadder, and close my laptop screen. i go to shower, because i almost had a breakdown over something that isn’t even a thing to have a reaction to on twitter, and i need to do something to douse the rising anxiety beneath my skin. so i go to shower, and i open tumblr, and i start typing. i don’t really know why i’m saying all this. i guess i’m still trying to douse the rising thing in my chest. the vaseline is wearing thin, and i don’t know if it’s all better out or in.

i guess it’s just a lot. and i don’t know where to put it down. and today is the first day. and we will do it all again tomorrow, and my mother will still be staring at the ceiling, and i will be watching her, and my dad will go for walks in the rain, and nobody will have anything big enough to say to make it better. i don’t know if anyone has told my sister.

[enam3l]

rockstar!dad eddie is definitely not immune to the claims that dads baby the pets that they didn’t want in the first place .. the girls begged & begged the two of you for a dog and eddie was probably vehemently against it because all of you travel too much or he knew the two of you were gonna be stuck caring for it till the girls actually just showed up one day with one & now that’s his best friend for life

yes. just yes. so fun fact, i used to be a foster mum for dogs so i am definitely breed bias. idk if you know the actor joe manganiello but he's married to sofia vergara (gloria from modern family) and he is this huuuge man but has this tiny chihuahua he dresses up and insists on taking everywhere. i love that for him and eddie.

anyway i dedicate this one to my favourite foster child marnie who i got have for six months! it was her birthday the other day and she is finally living her best life 🫶

ps: if you want your parents to get you a dog, try what the daughters do. this is exactly how i got my dogs when i was younger lol.

there's something about marnie (rockstar eddie munson x reader) ficlet / fluff / smut

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'Dad, I want a dog.' Eddie is certain that is the only thing his daughters have said to him in the last two years. All of them are teenagers, all of them are hormonal, all of them are getting on his nerves, all of them refuse to speak to him... unless it's to ask that one question. Sloane was now eighteen and in a constant panicked frenzy over finals. Iris was sixteen and was convinced she was an adult. Maeve was fourteen and at the peak of puberty and peak of being a pain in the ass. 

Personally, Eddie had felt his reasoning on refusing their pleas for a dog had been very fair. Although he was not used to being bad cop and he didn't like it. You were always the firm parent and he was a soft touch who was wrapped round the fingers of his girls - you included. On multiple occasions he had given his daughters his reasons. 

Now the girls were all teenagers, Eddie was finally beginning to start touring with Corroded Coffin again. Something he chose to stop doing once the kids had been born. 

Even though you mostly worked from home, sometimes you did have to go away for work. He didn't want you to be left with the responsibility of the dog all the time whilst the girls were at school. 

Within the next five years, all of the kids would be out the house and at college, leaving the dog behind with you and Eddie. He had planned on using a child free house to his advantage and taking you away all the time. 

Yet clearly, his reasons continued to go in one ear and out the other as tonight he was victim to a well coordinated attack. All three of the girls cornered him as Eddie sat watching a film. His protests ignored as Maeve snatched the remote and turned the TV over. Iris plugged in a laptop causing a PowerPoint presentation to appear on screen. Sloane stood next to the screen like a weather lady as she began her perfectly rehearsed argument. Those damn girls are trying to convert me, he thought. 

Often at his own expense, Eddie realised all three of his children inherited the best of both you and him. Taking his street smarts and tactical logic and your academic skills and charm - it was a ruthless combination that he's certain if wielded incorrectly could be used for world domination. Once they'd finished, Eddie sat there gobsmacked as they filed out the room to go about their Saturday evenings. Sloane leaving him a printed copy of the presentation for him to as she described it, 'peruse at his own leisure.' Eddie scoffed at her sass, knowing Wayne would've whacked him round the head with a newspaper had he used a line like that when he was a teenager and probably now. 

That night, Eddie lay on his bed flicking through the papers. It's not that he thought they were incapable of looking after a dog. They'd babysat Steve and Marissa's dogs plenty of times and were great. It was just that life would be changing constantly over the next few years and that made Eddie nervous. His fretting was interrupted by you bursting through the door and jumping on top of him. You ripped the papers from his hands, chucking them across the bedroom, before pinning his wrists above his head. 

'Hey, what's this all about sweetheart?' he questioned, still slightly startled. But his question was quickly answered by your lips attacking his neck and bare chest. 

'Empty house,' you grinned between nips and kisses, 'want you Eds.' 

And who was Eddie Munson to refuse his wife? 

All the questions that had been plaguing his tired brain all evening were long forgotten. The only thing on his mind was you. What else could he think about when the love of his life was between his legs, plump lips tight around his throbbing cock. You'd been together for twenty-five years now and still Eddie felt like a horny teenager around you. He was putty in your soft hands - literally in this case. Your hands cupped and played with his balls as his thick cock hit the back of your throat as he chased release. The way the bedside light caused your wide eyes that stared right into his soul to twinkle, made his pulse quicken. The light also caught the ring he'd slid onto your ring finger twenty years ago. Eddie couldn't believe this was really his life now. 

'U-uh fuck, sweetheart...' he groaned, 'Bout to cum baby.' 

You could feel his balls start to tighten in and cock begin to twitch - he was seconds away from cumming. So you pulled your mouth away and retracted your touch. 

'AGH! What the fuck,' he whelped. 

You looked your husband right in the eyes. Eddie's big chocolate eyes, wider than ever in shock at the loss of touch. Letting him know you meant business, your face fell deadpan and nails dug into his hairy thighs. 

'You're getting them a dog, Edward.'

He spluttered in disbelief, hands waving around aimlessly. 'WHAT! I cannot - you really doing this to me right now?'

'Yes,' you smirked, 'and you'll never cum again if you don't do it.' 

Eddie knew you weren't lying so that's why he finds himself two weeks later stood in the dog rescue shelter. He couldn't deny it made him happy seeing the joy on his girls faces when he told them the news. His only condition which you'd also agreed upon was that the dog needed to be a rescue. The charity had thoroughly vetted you all and checked the house. Eddie couldn't believe he was just allowed to pop out as many kids as he wanted without approval and yet he had to go through so much to be allowed a dog. 

Shuffling along behind the rest of you, he peered into each occupied space, reading the little biographies of each dog. Eddie had always seen himself as more of a cat person. Cats were weird and a little spooky, something he could relate to. Plus, he had happy memories feeding the strays at the trailer park growing up. Today, he'd expected to simply be the chauffeur and bank, letting the girls choose their new friend.

Then his feet ground to a halt as he caught sight of a little presence in a cage he'd thought was empty. There in the corner was a tiny pile of dark fuzz, brown eyes blinking back at him expectantly. The little creature looked as if someone had drew a scribble and stuck a pair of googly eyes on it. Eddie approached the cage and the dog followed his move, coming closer towards him. It was a little dog of a thing, little legs sticking out of scraggily fur in varying shades of black and grey. The dog could've been mistaken for the animalistic form of a wise oracle from a game of D&D. 

'This one,' Eddie called out, surprising you and your daughters. You all double backed, not having noticed how far behind Eddie even was. Your gaze followed to what his finger pointed at. Instantly your heart melted. 

'It's this one. We're getting this one,' he insisted again. Iris squinted at the paper attached to the cage as she read it aloud to you all. 

'My name is Marnie. I look older but I'm only two. Please take a chance on me, I'm a quirky girl but full of love.'  

You let out a little sniff, your hand finding Eddie's to squeeze it. Immediately you could recognise exactly why he'd find her, she was a tiny dog version of your husband. It was meant to be. 

'Okay, Dad's word is final. Marnie is the one!' You exclaimed. Eddie's face lit up with glee, heart full that without him explaining it, you just knew why she was special. 

'Thank you sweetheart,' he mouthed silently.  

'Are you sure Dad? Did you not want something a bit bigger?' Sloane questioned. 

'She kind of looks like an ancient wizard...' Maeve remarked, bending down with her hand out, her fingers immediately being licked thoroughly through the metal bars. 

'I'm sure. She's perfect,' Eddie grinned. 

Marnie Munson was inseparable from Eddie. All of his previous concerns went straight out the window the moment he saw her. She fit perfectly into your lives. Completely unbothered by travelling or loud music, Marnie became an honorary roadie for Corroded Coffin. Eddie had her perfectly accessorised, frequently returning home from the shops with a new purchase for her. Matching him perfectly, she wore a studded pink collar and a pink and black bandana. And you're still clueless as to where he found it but in the winter Marnie was kept warm by a knitted Metallica Christmas jumper. Utterly spoilt rotten like all the women in Eddie's life. Clearly, Eddie's title of girl dad was not limited to human daughters. 

ps: i don't know if these books were only in the uk and new zealand but anyway this is how i picture marnie

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shoulder to shoulder hc's

Remus

is a really good cook from looking after Gracie but refuses to look after himself properly so only ever makes pesto pasta or noodles at uni, but when he's home and in a good mood he whips up the turkish dishes of his childhood for his sister

had a lightning bolt shaved into his short back and sides as a kid because he thought it'd make him faster on the field

originally played nine because he was a mouthy motherfucker at age twelve but when he hit puberty he grew too tall and his coach moved him to fifteen, but he ended up loving it

is actually still on good terms with his secondary school girlfriend, who sometimes takes Gracie on day trips with her and her little sister

he still has all his old jerseys in a box under his bed, saving them for if he ever has kids.

was filmed shirtless for a promotional video for his first world cup and overnight became a figurehead for body positivity and had instagram accounts dedicated to his abs. Sirius finds the latter hilarious and encourages to post thirst traps to his own professional account to give them new content. Remus begins working with charities on campaigns that help children feel comfortable with their visible differences, publicly talking about his scars in a way he thought he never would.

used to tell people Gracie was his daughter when he was eighteen for a laugh and to see the horror on their faces.

moves into a flat in Bristol with Sirius after graduating; equal distance from Remus' training and James' parents house. Gracie moves in with them after four years, after another accident forces Lyall into rehab.

Sirius

joined rugby in year seven because his first proper friend James said it was really cool and he knew it'd piss off his mum

got his tattoo's with a fake ID at seventeen the week after he moved in with the Potter's because he couldn't think of a better way to retake ownership of his body

a prolific vinted seller, makes bank by upcycling the cast-offs of his friends and re-selling them. in his final year, it gets featured in Teen Vogue and the exposure gets him fashion internships for post graduation.

(follow on) can sew. Effie taught him on the long nights he couldn't sleep post-running away, and so many of his clothes he's made himself

aside from his one night stand in first year, Remus is the first person Sirius has done bits at uni with because he was always too scared Peter would find out

swore himself off rugby boys and was so rude to Remus at first because he couldn't bear to admit his attraction

ends up working with NGO's to help queer youth, pioneering for the inclusion of queer kids in sport, helped by Remus' professional connections

Lily

had a weeny crush on remus when she first met him, and spent the first two weeks of uni gushing to her school friends about 'the cute welsh guy in my lectures' until she realised he really needed a friend, and she did her best to be that for him

likes her sleepovers with remus bc as a kid her and petunia used to share a bed but petunia stopped when they were fifteen and Lily always sleeps better next to someone else

used to hate being Ginger but her year 10 crush once told her it made her 'unique' and now she loves her hair

always wearing black winged eyeliner, even just to make a tesco run

has a tiny butterfly tattoo on her ankle that she got matching with her sister before her sister went to uni, back when they were on better terms. she hates it now, and tries to always wear socks

lowkey such a daddy's girl. watches the rugby with him and they have matching Ulster jersey's and scarves

James

had initially wanted to be a cricketer like his dad but his primary school had had a rugby club, and it was love at first training session

was genuinely shocked to be voted captain, doesn't realise how widely loved he is

obsessed with pickled onion monster munch

favourite song is unironically the rockerfeller skank by fatboy slim

his mum insisted he also take bollywood dancing lessons as a kid because she was scared private boarding school would make him lose his connection to his culture

was the main love interest in his year eleven school play after auditioning for a joke with Sirius and now has a genuine love of theatre and can still rattle off his lines

went to primary school with Peter and didn't know how to say no to him when he asked to join their second year house

gets invited to join the England team at the end of his final year of uni, and is genuinely more excited at the prospect of playing against Remus than he is to play for nationally.

he and Remus become known as a 'dynamic duo' amongst rugby fans, and create a fake twitter rivalry as a laugh, before staging a huge 'reconciliation' in the form of running their own summer training camps for underprivileged and disabled children. Gracie is the first to sign up.

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

I know that I am loved because my friend comes to me to encourage her to do work she needs to do. We share our works in progress and are each other's cheerleaders.

I know that I am loved because my dad asks if I want to join him for a drive whenever he goes places because he enjoys talking to me. He doesn't say that that's the reason why, but I've put it together with the help of my mum.

I know that I am loved because my sister and I, even if we bicker sometimes, still come into the living room when the other is watching a show to just sit in the room together. We don't usually pause the show or turn it off, or even say more than a "hey", but I like being around them. And I think she likes being around me.

I know I am loved because my partner would make me origami animals and even made me a clay stingray (or manta ray, I'm not too good with sea animals) and give them to me. I'm not seeing them every day of the week now that it's summer, but I look around my room and see trinkets from them.

I know that I am loved because my mum comes by my room sometimes just to make sure I'm drinking water and the like. Oh, I do the classic teenager "yeah mum" but we're both smiling and I get up to go fill my water bottle.

I know that I am loved because when my mum and sister were out of town for a week, I had at least one dog in my bed with me each night. I don't know if they just liked the breeze from my window or looking out it at the road and cars outside, but I liked having them there.

I know that I am loved because in one of the last weeks of school I opened my locker to a different drawing of men kissing planted there by my partner and friend almost every day. They're still with me right now.

I know that I am loved because I can be loud and weird around my friends and they won't bat an eye. They've stayed with me either in spite of it, or because of it, or maybe because that's a part of who I am. We can be the weird kids who are kind of losers. We can do that together. And make sure everyone can come to the Dungeons and Dragons session on Sunday, right?

I know that I am loved because I have some Tumblr mutuals who like or reblog a lot of my posts within the first few hours of having posted them. We don't talk much, but I like seeing them in my notes and I hope the same is true for them.

I know that I am loved because when I step outside the world is so beautiful and incredible it's hard to think that nature doesn't love us. The breeze is hugging me and the sun is holding my hands and the rain and snow are kissing my cheeks and they are all looking after me.

I know that I am loved because, no matter how hard it is, I pick myself up each and every day. I send that e-mail. I take that shower. I have a snack that I like. And I look at myself in the mirror and remind myself that even if this isn't who I want to look like, I am still beautiful and loved. And I know that I am loved because I love myself.

[nyda-the-tav]

Introducing my Tav OC Raina! She's in a fic I haven't posted yet but I think she's pretty neat.

Bit about her before I start the prompt:

she's an elf

an arcane trickster

she's young for an elf (like maybe 70? Haven't nailed that down yet)

Now the prompt! (linked here)

Baby

Parents: mum's a courtesan in Beregost and her dad she's never met. She knows he's a semi-famous wyvern hunter though.

Birth: She was unplanned and her mum was pretty bitter raising her solo. She was named Raina because of her mother's fondness of the rain. Haven't worked out a birth date yet.

First word: Fuck :) (thank the kitchen staff at Feldepost's)

When they first walked: In the back kitchens of Feldepost's Inn. The cooking staff would take turns minding her. They were like family to her.

Tantrum: When she was 2 one of the cooks gave her her own little ale mug for drinking water. It had a dented corner and was her favourite thing in the world. She named it Aloun, mistakening her mother's Elvish lessons as the cup's name. Any time someone else used Aloun, Raina would throw a fit. She was very possessive of that ale mug and even took it with her when she left home.

First sickness: She was almost never sick, though when she was about seven she had a really nasty fever. Her mum dropped her clients and stayed with her at all hours till she was better. It took a few days for the illness to pass. It was the only time Raina remembers her mother being worried.

Thunderstorm: Raina has fond memories of storms. The harder the better. During bad storms the courtesans would call it a night since no one wanted to go out in the bad weather, so they'd all pitch in for mulled wine and sit beneath the veranda watching the storm together. The other courtesans were very much her aunts and uncles despite no blood relation. Sometimes they'd sneak her a sip of wine and her mum would pretend not to notice.

Some of these are more childhood than baby but oh well! It's where the prompt ended up.

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 26

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"I just can't believe the VAR saw that as a penalty. What did they want him to do, cut his arm?" Declan says as we walk into his house, throwing his bag on the floor. "And the yellow I got? I barely touched him!"

"But it was very risky and dangerous."

"Oh, c'mon Eleanor. Not you too."

"Declan, you are the only one who doesn't agree with it."

"Because it wasn't enough for a yellow card!"

"Ok, whatever."

"Yeah, whatever" he says, rolling his eyes.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"To bed."

"Already?"

"Yes, already. Is there any problem with that?"

"I thought we were going to have dinner together."

"That was before we were robbed, and my girlfriend basically told me I am a dangerous player."

"What? I haven't said that, Declan."

"Good night, Eleanor" he says, starting to walk up the stairs.

"Good... Urgh!" I groan before leaving and closing the door with the loudest bang I can. 

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"What are you doing here? Weren't you going to have dinner with Declan?" Sophie asks.

"I was, but he was in one of his moods. Again" I sigh, sitting down next to her.

"How bad was it this time?"

"Let's just say it wasn't pleasant."

"I'm so sorry, Ellie."

"It's ok, don't worry. But don't tell anything to mum and dad. Especially to mum."

"She knows something is going on, tho. Lately you've been spending more time with us or alone than with Declan."

"I know. But I don't need her giving me the I told you look. Mainly because she isn't right. Declan and I will work things out, this is just a little bump in the road."

"Of course it is" Sophie says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze. "I've never met anyone more in love than you two."

"Not even Roberta and Mason?" I chuckle.

"Those two are different."

"How?"

"I don't know, they just are. And you and Declan will fix things, I'm sure of it."

"Thank you, Sophie" I say, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Anything for you, big sis" she replies. 

I just hope we both are right, and that we will be able to fix things.

After the successful season Declan had last year, things aren't working out that well anymore. West Ham is in the relegation zone, losing most games due to stupid mistakes. And he hasn't been playing well, which makes things even worse. Most days he arrives back home angry, frustrated, and I'm the one who has to deal with it. Sometimes his family and Mason too. 

During Christmas it looked like things were improving after they won a couple of games, his mood changing completely. But they started losing again, and now, with the Euros around the corner and some friendly games happening in just a few days, he's afraid he may lose his spot with the national team.

"Southgate would only leave you home if you are sick or injured. Even if you aren’t playing at your best right now, you still are better than most out there" I said to him.

"We’ll see" he replied.

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"See? What did I tell you?" I say to Declan. "Southgate isn't that stupid!"

"Yeah" he chuckles, smiling for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

"Let's focus on this, ok? On these couple of games and spending time with the lads."

"The lads? Who are you and where is her Royal Highness?" he asks with a teasing smile, another one I had missed. 

"Oh, shut up, Declan Rice" I reply, rolling my eyes but also smiling.

"I'll try to focus on that. And on improving my mood. I know I've behaved like a jerk lately."

"You have, yes."

"I'm sorry, Eleanor."

"It's ok" I say, caressing his cheek.

"Do you want to cuddle on the sofa and watch a movie? I'll let you pick."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Oh, wow. I better take advantage of this, it only happens once in a decade."

"Ha ha ha. You are so funny" he says, rolling his eyes. "I still love you, tho."

"I love you too" I smile.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━          

"There he is, my man of the match!" I say when I meet Declan outside the changing rooms at Wembley.

"Thank you very much, your Royal Highness."

"I'm very proud of you" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I needed this so much" he replies, resting his forehead on mine.

After not playing the first friendly game with England, he had his chance on the second one at home against Portugal, and he showed everyone why he is one if not the best midfielder out there. Bit biased? Maybe.

"I know. And I also know things will only get better and better from now on. This was the push you needed to keep going with West Ham and fight until the end."

"Things will get better."

"They will" I smile.

"I love you, Eleanor" he says, hugging me closer.

"I love you too" I reply before kissing him.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━          

"Declan, your phone is ringing."

"That's your phone, not mine" he says, covering his head with the duvet.

"No, that's... That's yours" I yawn.

"It's yours, Eleanor."

"Urgh" I say, looking for my phone on my bedside table. Someone was actually calling me. "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"Good morning to you too, David" I yawn again.

"It's almost 1 p.m., Eleanor. Are you still in bed?"

"Yeah... Long night" I smile. With everything that had been going on lately, neither Declan nor I had been in the mood to do anything, but we made up for all the wasted time when we went back to my place after the game. "But you just called me by my name. What happened? What did I do?"

"You? Nothing. But..."

"But?"

"Why is that bloody phone ringing again?" Declan complains.

"That is your phone, I'm using mine."

"He's probably getting calls from his agent and everyone who knows him" David says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because, Eleanor..."

"David, please say it. You are starting to scare me."

"Ok" he says, taking a deep breath. "You and Declan are on the cover of The Sun. Someone caught you kissing last night at Wembley."

[kkat-astrophic]

Yo wsg I'm feeling venty rn gang!!! >:) (anywayssss)

Oh, this is my honest reaction btw:

Anyway-

My parents get mad at me when I don't tell them what I'm listening to (music-wise), and then whenever my song comes up on the playlist in the car I get judged.

Or they ask what I'm writing (fanfiction) and they automatically assume because I don't want to tell them about it, that it's bad. NO I'M NOT WRITING SMUT MUM, I JUST HAVE CRINGE INTERESTS!!!

But as soon as I tell them I'm writing something, they get all on my back and as soon as they get home it's "10 minutes" or "sleep in 30" or "stop writing you've been on that all day!" (<- I got home 10 minutes ago people.)

Or it's like 3 degrees and I'm in bed writing because it's cold and they ask me to "come out of my room for once" because "we never see you" (I literally talk to them all the time, we have dinner together EVERY night, we watch movies and stuff together on weekends) then they EXPECT me to come out of my room when they just got mad at me for saying no to leaving my nice private area???

Wait, did I say private?

My mum walks in when I'm changing, and she's like "oh sorry" and then finishes putting my clothes on my bed? Like I get she's trying to be helpful and stuff but I'm sick of it. Please just put them by my door in the morning, because I'd rather you not walk in while me (a lovely teen girl who would like some decent privacy pretty please!) is changing.

She scared the shit out of me this morning, and my friends notice how jumpy I can be BECAUSE I constantly have to hide my phone (I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm just USING it) or grab a towel or blanket or even just... crouch down uncomfortably so that she doesn't see me undressed...

Like I get it... you have stuff you need to do, but privacy is important. Not to mention if I forget to lock the door my mum walks in while I'm in the SHOWER.

At least my dad knocks before coming into my bedroom.

And like I love them but oh my god I'm sick of it. I don't have it bad and I'm just complaining and whatever but like... bro...

OH AND MY FRIENDS SOMETIMES TOO! Don't get me wrong, I love my girls so much, they're lovely and really nice and kind, and I don't know where I'd be without them in my life.

BUT!!!

Let me listen to music without you going "what're you listening to" and then looking at me like I'm listening to alien noises (I was listening to Mitski)

Stop asking me what I'm drawing, and then judging me for it. (I just want to draw characters from my hyperfixation in peace-)

Stop looking at me like I'm a weirdo and judging me for having interests in some video game from 2010. Stop acting like me being on tumblr is so weird.

I love my friends and they're great and awesome and supportive, but sometimes they just don't get it, because I'm "the weird anime kid" (I don't watch anime anymore, I just like Danganronpa.) and they're... "normal".

Like my friend asked me a week ago "you realise you have a big pimple above your lip, right?"

...

...

Mate.

SHE DIDN'T MEAN IT BADLY, SHE WAS JUST POINTING IT OUT WE'RE KIDS IT'S FINE SHE APOLOGISED AFTER-

Yes I know. I have acne, it's been in my life since I was 11. I have a million different products, but can never keep using them long enough to work.

I've had skin rashes, acne, whiteheads, blackheads. They're small, but there's so many, and they're all over my face. So I look red all the time.

"Oh, why don't you wear makeup?" that's like saying "If you have glasses and are insecure about how you look with them, just take them off" <- it makes their eyesight worse. They can't see without them. They don't feel comfortable putting contacts on. etc. etc.

SAME FOR ACNE, MAKEUP DOESNT MAKE THEM GO AWAY IT JUST COVERS THEM AND MAKES THEM WORSE IN THE LONG RUN!!!

And like... just don't point out peoples insecurities in general. Please guys.. it makes them feel self concious and way worse about themselves. Just don't do it.

I love the people in my life, if you guys somehow find this (dad why are you on Tumblr...? Go back to Facebook man-) I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, but these things just irk me and I was feeling particularly irritated when writing this.

Okay vent done I got that out of my system, not my usual post but people need to learn boundaries. :3

[renee-writer]

He Didn't Have to Be Chapter 5

AO3

“Anya Ruth,” mum announces her name. She lays on the bed, the baby at her breast.

 

“Anya,” I test it out, “kind of queer.”

 

Daddy Jamie smiles. “It means fire. Appropriate with her hair color, eh?”

 

I have to admit that it is. Her head does look like fire, curls of it, like the fireplace at Lallybroch.

 

“Anya Ruth, hi.” She remains focused on eating and ignores me.

 

“Dinna fash lad. She will adore you.”

 

She did. When she got fussy, the funny faces I made would sometimes calm her. Well, the times she didn’t need fed, or her nappy changed.

 

I helped mum by fetching a clean one. They didn’t ask me to change her, thank God. Her nappies smelled awful.

 

Daddy Jamie laughed one day at my look. He was changing her and I was his helper.

 

“All babies smell not so nice when they are little.”

 

“If I smelled like that, I need to apologize to mum.”

 

He laughs harder, lifting Anaya up after placing the dirty nappy in the bin.

 

“Mum’s are very understanding.” He assured me.

 

We head out to the doctor’s . Anya is due her first checkup. I sit by her carrier making funny faces while mum goes to check her in.

 

“Anya Ruth Fraser.” I hear her tell the lass at the desk. I frown. Anya wasn’t a Randall like me?

 

“Mum,” I tugged at her shirt. We sit in the exam room, waiting on the doctor. She feeds Anya, “Why is she not a Randall like me?”

 

She looked over at me. “Judah, because her daddy is Jamie and she carries his last name just like you carry your daddy’s last name.”

 

I think about this while the doctor exams Anya. Part of my attention is on him, making sure he does nothing to harm her.

 

When the exam is finished and we are heading out, I look over at mum as she is strapping the baby into her seat, “Mum, Daddy Jamie is my daddy now too. I want to be a Fraser.”

 

“That is what he said, Jamie.” I am supposed to be in bed but have snuck out and am listening by the partially opened living room door.

 

“Do you believe it is right, to take away his father’s name? Not that I am not thrilled and honored that he wishes to carry mine.”

 

I hear my mom move around. She is thinking.

 

“I believe Frank would understand. He would want him to have a daddy. Family was important to him but Judah will always be of his blood.”

 

“Aye, we shall speak to the lad about it.”

 

Satisfied, I hurry back to bed.

 

“Judah, I hear you would like to be a Fraser “ I nod eagerly.

 

“Aye, Daddy Jamie, I would a lot,” a frown as I think of something, “I already am, right?”

 

I will always remember the way he smiles. “Aye Judah, you are. This would just make it official. Your last name would change from Randall to Fraser.”

 

“So I wouldn’t be Judah Franklin Randall anymore?” As much as I wanted to be a Fraser, the idea of not being a Randall still upset me. He knew and thoughtfully nods.

 

“How about this? You could be Judah Franklin Randall Fraser. You would just have two middle names.”

 

I grin and throw my arms around him. “I love that idea.”

 

“Then you would be like me. I also have two middle names. Alexander and Malcolm. Mam and dad couldn’t decide on one so they gave me both.”

 

My grin grows larger. “I want to be like you.”

 

“A gift I never expected to receive,” he tells mum later that night, “you all are.” He cradles Anya in his arms. I, playing in the next room, beam. A gift. Mum calls me that all the time. To hear it from my new daddy, it does something deep inside me.

 

“You are to us,” mum replies, “a welcome gift to Judah and I. I never thought I would meet someone who would fully accept him.”

 

He chuckles. “You were dating the wrong men then, my Sassanach. Any real man would love him, accept him, and treat him like a son.”

 

She sighs. “Like our son, not just mine.”

 

He kisses her. “Aye, like he came from me. I cannot wait until he is officially mine.”

 

I ran out then. “When daddy, when will I be, “ I stumbled a bit over the word officially, “ yours?”

 

He drew me into the other side of his lap. “I shall speak to my barrister tomorrow. It shouldn’t take long.”

 

We all smile at this, even Anya.

[pacifymebby]

you're not the only one // chapter four

Time passed but the dread I felt didn't. Every shift i worked with Sam was stifled and awkward and even though he was still driving me home when Johnny asked him to, I felt more and more awkward every day. 

The worst thing was, he seemed awkward too. 

Sometimes at work I'd be sure I could feel his eyes on me, I would be certain he'd opened his mouth about to say something, only to change his mind a moment later. 

So many times I'd gone out for a cigarette to see him drop half a cig on the floor, stamp it out and go inside as if he'd finished. 

I was beginning to dread the shifts I knew we would be sharing, the little bar feeling more and more claustrophobic by the day. I'd phoned in sick two days in a row, and though I'd considered phoning in again that night, I knew there was no way I'd get away with abandoning everyone on a Friday night. We were always busy on Fridays and I'd only feel guilty if I called in sick. I'd feel stupid too, calling in sick because I was too anxious about a boy to go to work. 

So i went into work and felt that skin crawling stifling anxiety all evening, dreading the end of my shift when I knew he'd be driving me home. We would sit in silence and I would find my thoughts racing, all of them caught in my throat like a stone. And he'd be lucky that he could focus on the road, pretend to be concentrating. 

I stood behind the taps all evening, pouring pints quietly, smiling shyly when one of the regulars came in and asked after mum and dad or Johnny. Everyone knew me as Bondy's little sister, not as Dylan or Wyn, but that was alright, I quite liked only ever having to answer questions about my brother. 

"Areet you," Sam's hand on my shoulder made me jump, my flinch leaving me blushing, feeling stupid as I turned around to him, holding the tip I'd just been given in the palm of my hand, nearly dropping it. 

"Hi," I said, my voice barely leaving my lips as he chuckled at how jumpy I was. 

"Don't panic lass," he grinned, "a was just comin take over like, yas havent had a break all night," 

"Oh," I said, trying to smile, "thanks," but the smile didn't reach my eyes and his didn't reach his either and we were once again locked in this strange, stifled awkward moment. Neither of us sure how to escape, both of us desperate to. 

I ducked beneath his arm as he went to serve the next customer, scurried out back for a cigarette, pulling my blue fleece around me, the cool evening air getting to me immediately. 

I closed my eyes, shaking fingers rolling my cigarette. I tried to just enjoy the peace and quiet but it was difficult because all I could think about was my embarrassment. How humiliating it was having to work in such proximity to a lad I'd gone from quietly crushing on, to being genuinely frightened of. And he wasn't oblivious to that fact either. That made it so much worse. The fact that I'd kept my crush hidden for so long but couldn't keep this hidden. he could tell I was being awkward, he could tell I was jumpy and scared. 

When I went back inside he was laughing with some of his mates who'd just come in. He was pouring their cider and blacks and making some joke about the other night. I only knew he was talking about the night I'd been out with them because when I walked back up to the bar one of them grinned, their voice startling me when they said my name. 

"There she is wee Dylan! When ya gan let our sammy take you out again ey lass?" they grinned, their eyes lit up, friendly, only messing around. Their friends laughing, all of them turning their attention to embarrassing Sam, enough so that I thought I might be able to sneak away, start serving someone else and pretend I'd not been talking to them at all. 

But I couldn't and they kept on talking and like it or not I was dragged back into their conversation more than once, only ever squeaking out some pitifully shy response to a question. Mostly just nodding or awkwardly laughing along at the jokes they made. 

By the end of my shift though I was exhausted from it, his friends had stayed all evening, trying to convince us both to stay on after our shift, and though I wished I could have been the kind of girl who would say yes, though I wished I could be laidback as they were, I wasn't that kind of girl and I just couldn't imagine a positive end to that evening. 

And Sam used me as an excuse, saying he had to drop me back and he'd never get back before last call. It was a lie, clearly he just didn't feel like going out that night, his own pallor kind of pale and nervous looking, though I assumed that was down to my presence. 

"Areet Wyn," he yawned, "lets get gan before a drop dead," he said, offering me a smile over his shoulder as he waited by the back door for me to get my shit together. He took my jacket down off the hook and our hands clashed as he went to help me with it. Another awkward fumble making me wish the ground would swallow me whole. 

I followed him quietly across the car park, neither of us saying a word until we closed the car doors and he let out a long sigh. 

"Fckin knackered so a am," he groaned his grin still lingering, his relentlessly laidback smile making another appearance. It showed my tired smile up and when he looked over at me he looked away again too quickly. As if he couldn't stand the sight of me. 

So I turned to the window and just nodded. 

"Yeah," I replied a little to late to sound as though I was responding to him. 

He turned the engine on, put the car in gear and we pulled away, the silence which followed the tyres rolling over the grit shrouding and suffocating us both. I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed it but I couldn't, leaning forward to turn the CD player on, not seeing Sam's expression change until he was apologising and awkwardly laughing. 

It was one of his demos, I could tell because it was only a guitar and a drum machine, nothing else, and none of it quite sounded right. 

"Fuckn 'ell that makes me seem like a reet knobhead, a promise am not just drivin around listenin to meself singin," he grinned awkwardly, running a hand through his hair as a blush stained his cheeks. "Honest a promise am not a total wanker like its just someone told me its good to play tracks in the car to get an idea of the mix cause thats where most people listen to music like..." 

I couldn't really say anything, I could think of sarcastic, teasing quips but I couldn't say them. Didn't have the voice to make a joke that wouldn't come out awkward and shakey and probably fall flat. 

"A don't think youre a wanker," I said quietly, listening to the CD because I didn't want to start awkwardly messing with his radio. All I could do was keep listening, and it was a nice song, catchy, his voice was the same rich smooth tone I recognised from when Johnny had played me snippets of demos. 

The drive wasn't long and when we pulled up outside my house I could see lights on. I fumbled with the seatbelt, relieved the awkwardness would soon shift and fade as I said goodbye and raced up the driveway out of the cold night air. 

"Thanks for the lift," 

"Aye, nae bother lass, say hi to your brother for me aye?" he said, his eyes lingering on mine, his friendly little smile making me wish once again that I could relax, that I could be normal for five seconds. 

"Aye," I said, hesitating before I closed the door, wanting to make him feel better about his CD wanting him to not feel awkward about it. "You shouldn't be embarrassed about your singin like..." I said, noticing how his eyes flickered away from me then, only glancing occasionally back at me, his own awkwardness returning. "Its nice," 

He looked a little knocked for a moment, frozen like he'd forgotten how to speak or at least what we'd been talking about. 

"Thanks Wyn," he said, my name struggling on his tongue like it was a chore. 

And then I was turning away, letting the car door close and running up the slope of the pavement to get to the front door. 

Johnny was just coming down stairs with an empty cup of tea in his hands and if he hadn't been I probably wouldn't have passed Sam's hello on, but as he was and because he asked me how work was, I did.

"Aye it was jus lowlights want it," I shrugged, "Sam says hi by the way..."

"He doin alreet?" he asked, that friendly, northern brand of nosiness everyone round our way seemed to possess. 

"Aye a think so, dunna talk to him much,"

"Sounds like you," he chuckled, his smirk lingering then, a spark in his eyes when he turned back to me, hand hovering over the door handle in his pause, "ey someone said they saw you an him gettin cosy the other night ya nar..."

"What?" I asked, my eyes wide, all the tell tale signs of guilt I didn't even know I possessed until he started laughing, highly entertained. 

"Aye, reckon they saw you snoggin," 

"Oh my god Johnny piss off don't talk to me about this!" I couldn't contain my panic then, my voice quiet but riddled with humiliation, I was mortified, hands coming to cover my gaping jaw. "Fuckin hell..." 

He was laughing, his eyes bright. 

"Ey don't worry I don't mind what you're gettin up to, Sam's a nice lad..." he sniggered still teasing me probably thinking the whole thing was just a ridiculous rumour. Johnny knew me better than anyone and the thought of me snogging anyone, never mind someone I'd been harbouring a secret crush on for years, was absurd. It just wouldn't happen. 

But it had happened. 

Now that he had mentioned it I could remember that it had happened. 

"Jesus fuckin..." I started, changing my mind, shutting up, desperately embarrassed as I pushed past him and disapeared upstairs. 

"Oi Dyl dya want a brew?" he called back, knowing to make me one despite the lack of reply he got from me.  Just then I was far too embarrassed to speak, my head swirling with all kinds of thoughts. 

He was right, whoever had told him that had been right. We definitely had kissed that night, and the more I thought about it the more I could remember. How I'd spent all evening sitting in his lap, getting cosy with him, and how when we'd kissed we'd kissed more than once only to go inside and not mention it. 

And Sam hadn't said anything about it later that evening, nor had he said anything about it the morning after. 

Why hadn't Sam mentioned it? Was this why he'd been being so awkward, was this why he wouldn't look at me? The more I thought about it he more sick I felt. 

It must have been a mistake, he mustn't  have meant what he'd said to me, whatever it was he'd said, I couldn't quite remember his words, could hardly remember anything, all my thoughts clouded with embarrassment and shame. Shame because he was too ashamed, too embarrassed to bring it up. Didn't even want to remind me of it long enough to tell me that it was a mistake. 

When Johnny brought my brew up for me he was still smirking, but I was mortified, sitting quietly on my bed just starring at the wall, lost in my humiliation. 

"So has he said owt to you then?" he asked, knocking my knee with his as he sat down, still smiling away still finding it hilarious.

"Fuck off John!" was all I could manage only leaving him laughing harder as he got up and made his escape all surrendering hands above his head, giggling as he closed my bedroom door behind him, not without one more joke. 

"That what you were doing at work tonight?" 

"John!"

[toiletbulges]

Poor Family Story: poop in bucket

So I am used to difficult financial periods, finding myself homeless and also when I was really young we as a family went through a difficult time. My dad lost his high wage, and had to get what ever he could for work. The stress meant my mum left (sister wasn't born) leaving me, brother and dad alone. We ended up loosing the house and having to move into a small wooden shack. Inside we had a 2 chairs, TV, kitchen and a large mattress on the floor in one room and a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and bath. The 3 of us had to share this old lumpy mattrress and one old blanket . I was only 12 my brother 17, i slept in the middle and the others either side of me. Being just the 3 of us we had no privacy at all, with getting dressed in that room and also sleeping in briefs or even naked. The first couple of days was hard getting used to sharing a mattress

My brother used to sleep in his briefs but my dad still slept naked sometimes. In the summer it was hot and the 3 of us slept naked! I would wake up sometimes with both of them snoring loudly and a erections! with no blanket. In the winter, and we had no school or work, we mostly stayed huddled on the mattressas it was so cold in the shack. Luckily being 3 in the bed, our body heat, and their hairy bodies warmed us up.

The bathroom was a open door policy. I would be on the toilet, brother in the bath and dad shaving at the sink, rushing me on as he needed the toilet. To save on hot water we shared bath water, and sometimes ever had baths together. One time I was in the bath, and my dad came in and said "sorry lad" and sat on the toilet and had a mega dump! He wiped and then took off his briefs and got in the bath with me. I did sometimes get out the bath in the winter, shit and then get back in the warm bath. My brother sometimes had to quickly jump in with me if he was late for his small job.

Money was very tight and between paychecks we had to cut down on food and no money for repairs. The roof sometimes leaked and wqs patched the best we could, the door was useless and the toilet broke. To save money on clothing, my dad and brother shared clothes. They sometimes joked who would have the briefs with the most skids in. Washing was only done once every 2 weeks, you can imagine the state of my pants.

When the toilet broke we had to sit on a small bucket and shit in that, and because of lack of space in the bathroom, the bucket was placed in the corner of the other room. To save time,in the mornings we would all shit in the bucket and then clear it out after. Sitting was ok in the bucket in the room with the TV and bed was awkward but we had no choice. Sometimes me and my brother would be home first after school and work, having something to eat. My dad would walk in and say "sorry can't talk" with pained expressions. He would quickly walk to the bucket and take a massive long dump. He would then sit there talking to us about our day. He did come in one day while my brother was on the bucket and was pacing in front of him, farting saying "please hurry up" My brother would then stand aside and wipe while my dad quickly replaced him

I remember one night I felt my dad get out of bed and he squatted on the bucket and had a few massive logs, complaining to himself his balls almost touching the shit as it was only a small bucket. He wiped with the newspaper and emptied it outside and got back in the bed still farting. I had a horrible experience one night. I had a really bad stomach. I had to crawl out the bed and squatted. I had the worse diarrhoea. My dad woke up and looked over. I was panicking as the bucket was filling up. He got out of bed and emptied it quickly for me. As soon as the bucket was back I sat back down.

My dad only had one work friend who knew his living conditions but didn't care. He found out by accident one hot summer morning. My dad overslept. He usually met his friend at the end of the street,but because he overslept his friend walked to the house. If you knocked the door hard enought the lock jumped and it opened. Well Bill opened the door and saw the state of the room, the thin mattress on the floor with no bottom sheet and the 3 of us laying naked on top of it. The bucket was in the corner with some of my dad's shit in it from the night, and a stack of leaves next to it. It must have been a shocking sight to see.

He said " OMG I'm so sorry mate, I didn't realise your living situation was this bad". My dad rolled over as he had his naked back and bum facing the door, and saw his mate standing there. He went "shit bill im sorry for oversleeping, normally one of the lads wakes me up"

My dad sat up on the mattress and quickly grabbed the blanket and throw it over us to protect Bill from seeing our naked bodies laying there , and explained the whole situation to Bill.My brother farted in his sleep, then woke up, got of bed naked. My dad said "can you wait Edward till Bill goes?" Edward said "sorry for this Bill but it's my time and im desperate" walked to the bucket "Bloody hell dad you could have emptied it, my balls will be in there" and sat down and shit. Bill was in shock that the 3 of us shared one bed and the toilet situation. My dad said it was a bucket in the corner or we went outside. My brother finished grunting his dump out,wiped with some leaves. He went "sorry about that Bill but it was the bucket or the bed" and got back into bed and went back to sleep. My dad awkwardly asked bill to pass the pants on the chair to him as he was naked under the blanket. Bill picked up the pants and actually joked "Your not putting them on surely, they are filthy and got holes" My dad replied "it's them or nothing as can't afford any replacements or to get them clean till next week" My dad awkwardly put his pants on under the blanket and got up.

He started getting his work gear on in front of Bill. He said "hang on Bill, sorry about this "he walked to the bucket and sat down. Bill questioned the toilet situation. He looked at how small the bathroom was and understood why the bucket had to be in on display.

After that Bill would come round and chat. Sometimes he would stay late talking to my dad so lats me and brother would actually get ready for bed with him still there. He would leave an.d My dad then would climb into bed

He sometimes sat one of the chair talking to and watching TV with us. The first time was funny. The toilet was still broken and bucket in use. He said to my dad "I'm really sorry but I need the toilet bad" my dad laughed "just go outside for a piss" the friend said "sorry but I need a dump bad!" He looked at the bucket and then at us. He just said "well it's not like you haven't seen your dad shit so..." He pulled down his pants and briefs and sat on the bucket. I noticed he had a very hairy cock like my dad. He sat there grunting loud and carried on talking to us. He sat for over 15mins . He asked me for some newspaper, standing wiping.

Bill did end up staying over a couple of times. It snowed really bad and wasn't safe for him to drive home. He said "Don't worry I will just sleep in thr chair" but my dad wasn't having any of it. "No your going to have a proper night's sleep on a mattress"

My dad squeezed closer to me and bill laid there. 4 of us in that bed was very very tight! All 4 of us in our pants. After that Bill gifted my dad a brand new mattress and a brand new blanket! Even though there was still 3 of us on that mattress it felt like heaven. Me and my brother the first night fell asleep almost straight away and we was warm!!

We stayed in this situation till I was 17. So you can imagine how tight that bed became with 3 large hairy blokes in it. My dad taught me to shave while my brother was laughing in the bath.

It did get worse though. My brother and dad both got laid off. Panic set in of how we was going to survive. My dad sold the shack to the neighbour who wanted the land and for one night after looking for somewhere, we slept on the mattress underneath a bridge with our belongings in bags, the next day we found a abandoned shack just off the main road. Because it was near a rest-stop we did witness a few people leaving their cars and squat shit. We did get walked in on a few times, once in the night. Most just apologised but a few did laugh as we naked on the mattress. A bloke in his 30's opened the door in desperation one time, needing a shit. He saw me laying on the mattress as dad and brother out looking for work. He panicked and said sorry. I said to him he looked urgent he could use our toilet, he looked reluctant at first but his bowel got the better of him and he quickly squatted on the bucket.

It had no electricity, no lock on the door and just a outdoor tape. Inside there was only room the mattress and the bucket. One of the windows was smashed and the roof leaked when it rained. For washing we just used a cloth and used the tap, basically a strip down wash. With the money from the other shack we had enough for foodafter paying off some of dads debt. Most of the time we laid on the mattress cold and naked as couldn't afford to replace the clothes so naked in the shack to preserve them. Laying on the mattress was cold as the walls had gaps so the cold wind blew in. The toilet bucket was even closer now so while I was laying on the mattress I could touch the squatting legs of my dad and brother. This was our lowest point. Bill only found about this because he went to the other shack. My dad was too embarrassed to tell him. Bill came to the shack and was in shock how bad it was. He walked in as I was on the bucket. I just said "Hi Bill, sorry I won't stand up". My dad and brother both laying on the mattress. Bill said "please don't tell me you are naked. Dad said "well don't lift the blanket up then" I awkwardly wiped but ran out of leaves, having to ask Bill for some. I stood up naked with my cock flopping in front of him, then went to lay on the mattress

. Bill helped dad find a new job and slowly get back on track.

Got a few more toilet/Bucket stories to come

[mandareeboo]

Unfinished Work #58: "Coffee Time"

I'm kind of sad steam ran out for this one! It was gonna be interesting. The basic idea from here was that Octavia would start seeing Loona as a friend and invite her over when Stella got her things. Loona would admittedly only ever see it as a job, since Octavia never asked her about her day or life. Once that was out Octavia would apologize and they'd become actual friends. It just didn't pan out.

Title: Coffee Time

Summary: Loona finds a very angsty bird coming by once a week to break into her routine and steal her coffee.

Being a secretary is the pits. Maybe it would be worth something if there was any real need for it, but I.M.P. is almost solely walk-ins so Loona honestly, legitimately has nothing to do most of the day. Her main work was keeping up with clients while the others went off murdering- usually via text, since even the dumbest of the damned don't tend to casually discuss having people go to the human realm for them on a call. It's a lot of quick, autocorrected, boring messages that Loona's basically turned into a one-woman algorithm of 'yes, we're doing it. Yes, they're there. Yes, we really are gonna kill a bitch. No, I don't want your unsolicited dick pics.'

Loona's claim to fame is in two very specific aspects. One: she has legs for days. Two: she makes a damn good cup of coffee. The nice thing about a hellhound's nose is that she knows the exact second it's perfectly brewed, and exactly how much to add. Her coffee is consistent, it's reliable, and it's sad that it's the highlight of her day to make some stupid bean juice, but it is.

Rifling through the cabinets, Loona finds two unmarked white mugs and pulls them down. She fills one higher than the other. The smaller cup gets a shitton of creamer in it; like, an absolutely ridiculous amount. It's basically milk with extra steps. The other gets the rest of the bottle- and it's never enough for Moxxie's bitch ass, but Loona decided a long time ago that if he wanted his preferred amount he should buy his own or get his wife to stop drinking half a damn bottle at a time.

Setting them down at the front of her desk, Loona flops back into her chair, pulls up Sinstagram, and waits.

Her job is a routine. It's simple. It's monotonous. Sometimes it's really fucking boring. Most of the time it's really fucking boring, actually. But Loona doesn't exactly have a lot of options on her plate.

Then the door gets kicked open, and suddenly it's new and refreshing.

"You would not BELIEVE the shit my dad told me today," Octavia grouses. Loona's eyebrows raise as the avian casually grabs one of the few waiting room chairs and pulls it over to her desk. She didn't invite the Goetia. She'd offered to listen whenever she wanted to rant, after that night in L.A., but she'd really not expected her to take her up on that. It was just one of those things, y'know? A yarn nice people use but don't really expect to have put into practice.

"You didn't walk here, did you?" she asks. Loona didn't even want to consider the stink Stolas would make if his owlet had walked into the shadiest part of Imp City alone.

"Of course not. I took a bus." Octavia's beak wrinkles as she recounts it. Loona wonders if it's the first time she's taken a bus in hell. They make Earth buses look spotless. "The dick isn't here, is he?"

"Blitz? Nah. He's off murdering the ex of a client." Loona's pretty sure he'll be home soon, though. Annoying as they all were, the imps were damn good at fucking their way up and out of fucked up situations. "We got time."

Octavia looks at the mugs, grabs the darker one, and slugs it like its vodka. Loona's too amused to tell her it's not for her. Because, fuck, who cared? They can make their own fucking coffee. Loona casually pulls the off-white milk monstrosity towards herself. "Anyway. My dad told me the wildest shit today. He was betrothed to my mum. It was some... fucked up arranged shit."

"You didn't know that?"

"You did?"

"He's royalty, kid. Rich bitches don't usually marry out of love."

"Well, yeah, but," Octavia grasps at straws, "We don't talk to the rest of dad's family. I just assumed it was because he and my mum pissed them off and eloped."

"Maybe," Loona replies. It's not like she knows a damn thing about it. "I don't, like, know your dad or anything, but he always gave me hella gay vibes. I didn't think he liked women at all."

Octavia takes a smaller sip, clenching her talons around the warmth for comfort. "I... don't know. I've never asked."

"He'd probably tell you if you did."

"Yeah. Probably. Does it... bother you? Our dads dating."

Loona's pretty sure 'dating' isn't what their relationship could be defined as. But she also doesn't want to break it to Octavia that she's heard they bone for profit, either. Not her table. "I really don't give a fuck what they do. Blitz is just my dad on paper."

(It's almost a lie. Loona sees Blitzo mostly as, like, an obnoxious roommate whose also her boss. But she also knows her role is nepotism at its finest, and that he gets her presents and remembers her favorite things, and Loona just. Can't think too deeply about it. Can't rely on that. It's only a matter of time before that goes away. It always does.)

"He's so... gross."

"Just be glad he's not giving you shitty cutesy nicknames."

Octavia shudders.

Loona's phone goes off with an obnoxiously loud chime. She sighs. "Sorry, kid. That's my cue to bring them back."

"'Via," Octavia corrects, immediately standing up. She fiddles with her beanie nervously. "Can I... come back sometimes? And talk to you? It's just nice to have someone around my age to bitch to."

Loona agrees. It's about time her job had some actual fucking requirements. And if that requirement is hanging out with a cool but troubled teenager, she can handle that. By the time the portal's open Octavia's gone, the chair is back in its place, and Loona's sending the usual 'we killed the bitch, like we said.'

Moxxie's grating voice breaks through Loona's eardrums like sandpaper as he lifts the almost empty coffee pot. "Goddamn it, Loona. Can't you do your job?"

"Do it yourself you fat bitch," she intones blandly, hiding a smile behind the pages of a grimoire that's as old as hell itself.

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"Wow," Octavia says the second time, finding the exact same setup. "This really is all you do all day."

"It's called a job," Loona replies, waving her in. "A really stupid one."

The Goetia trilled as she pulled the chair up. She seemed a bit more hesitant this time around- probably because she wasn't in a blind rage like the last time. "What's it like, having a job?"

The hellhound gestured to herself, sitting in the same damn chair with her legs up on the same damn table. "It's this. Sit here all day. Same time every day. Make some coffee, keep clients up to date, and portal the idiots home when they're done fucking around topside."

[soul-wanderer]

Bones and All - book review (and movie comparison)

Let me preface this by saying that I watched the movie first, and I am somewhat glad I did, because if it had been the other way around, I might not have enjoyed the movie as much.

Reading the book, I actually did not expect a lot of surprises, but in the end, the plot twists that didn’t make it into the movie and the overall differences still managed to catch me off-guard, but not in an unpleasant way. I still slightly prefer the constellation of Maren living with her mum and her dad living, even though it seems like a more typical scenario at first. Still, the dynamic between Maren and her mum in the book is a lot more emotionally loaded and paints an almost tragic picture of a mother who feels obliged to care for her daughter, but who still doesn’t think twice when eventually abandoning her the night after her birthday, which is reinforced through the fact that she is hardly mentioned again, once Maren has found her, and that it is clear that she also made no attempts to see her daughter again, after moving in with her parents.

One of the most obvious changes from book to movie is the lack of diversity, which is not surprising, but it did make the movie slightly more enjoyable, but the book isn’t any “worse” just because the author wasn’t very creative about writing the characters. 

(spoilers ahead in the following paragraph)

The fact that Sully turned out to be Maren’s grandfather did catch me off-guard, but I am still not sure if this twist actually added to the storyline, or if them leaving it out in the movie was a good idea. Because yes, it does add some meaning to why he is following Maren around, but I actually did get annoyed towards the end of the book, mainly because of the chaotic writing, which left me feeling unable to decipher his motives and felt like the author was desperately trying to attach meaning to his actions. In the movies, he is just portrayed as a lonely man, an outcast, who attaches himself to Maren, and for me that worked as an explanation. Sometimes it’s as simple as that.

Both the movie and the book require the suspension of disbelief, otherwise you will spend the entirety of the storyline wondering why some people are born as eaters, why society hasn’t caught onto them and how they could possibly eat entire human beings, especially in such a short amount of time. In short: It doesn’t make sense, but it isn’t supposed to make sense. It’s a metaphor, if you will, one that might be plain, but that still works, if you give it a chance.

What did bother me about the book a bit, was the sometimes almost jarring vocabulary, which, even though it seems impossible, at points felt more unsettling (not in a horror way) than the contents of this storyline. It’s always a bit annoying when different characters use a) the same vocabulary and b) the vocabulary does not match the mood. You can see that certain words were used in an attempt to evoke certain reactions, but it just didn’t work out. If anything, it felt like a teenager trying to describe too big of a concept, but failing in the process. On the other hand, the very reduced descriptions worked very, very well in other situations, meaning the author is in no way incapable of conveying certain emotions. In the end, it is not top-notch writing, but there’s still beautifully curated moments, which make reading this book worth it.

My main issue with the book: The final chapter. I read the chapter before that and half skipped past the last sentence, only to realize on the next page that I had missed something fundamental. The final chapter feels useless and takes away from how beautifully the chapter before that ends. Had the book ended on this final sentence, it would have been perfect, but we somehow still get this epilogue, that neither gives us hope, nor paints a terrible picture of Maren’s future. It doesn’t add to the story, really, and I wish someone had ripped out those pages before I had the chance to read them.

In the end, both the movie and the book, though the book a little more, raise questions about life and love and what makes us human and what keeps us going, without sensationalising the instrument the story uses to get its point across, and it’s exactly what it takes to keep the balance between typical young adult novel and pushing the limits of what we think is right and wrong.

[angelnicknelson]

How is your puppy? What are some cute things that have happened? I always wanted a puppy, so I'm super curious.

hiya! this is such a cute ask. i love it. prepare for a bit of a long answer under the cut 🖤

okay, so he's 4 and a half months old and has been living with us for nearly 3. he's a maltichon (maltese/bichon mix). honestly, not the breed we would have gone for. we like bigger dogs. most especially huskies. but the loss of our last husky, hollie, hit us so hard that we decided not to get another. it almost felt like replacing her, even though she passed way back in 2012.

anyways, my dad wanted to call him waffles at first, and as cute as that name is... i just could not let that happen, hahaha. it wouldn't suit him at all. then my dad chose coco, but my mum and i thought it was a little more of a female puppy name, so i came up with rocco, and we agreed on that.

he is a troublemaker, firstly. when we went to see the mother and puppies, he was the one running around while all the other pups were sniffing and jumping on us. he didn’t really notice us until we picked him up for cuddles. he will pick up shoes and socks around the house and get you to chase him. he also loves to bark at anything and everything right now. including our cat, marble.

speaking of our cat, they haven't bonded or gotten used to each other enough to be let out around each other yet. but we have a good system going within the family to make sure they don't clash, so it's all good. (don't worry!)

what else? he has a couple of favourite toys. two squeaky balls that he loves to chase, a dinosaur and a lion teddy that both don't leave his bed area. he also randomly grabbed one of my knitted hairbands one day, and now he doesn't let that leave his bed either. my mum and dad think it's because he has definitely bonded to me the most, so he likes the smell of the hairband with him.

as i just mentioned, he seems to be bonded to me mostly. then it's probably my mum. followed by dad, sister, and brother. my brother doesn't really like pets, so he'll say hi to rocco, and that's about it so.

he's also met my stepbrother, his fiance, and my niece (who is two). when my niece came over (for the first time ever, btw), she was giggling constantly at him. but was also being really bossy, lol. she kept saying "bed, bed" and telling him off for jumping.

i also forgot to mention that i bought him a blanket that has bees on it. and it's so soft! he loves it. every night, he will bite and claw at it to get comfy. he always, always barks and growls at it if it's taking too long to sort out, too. lol.

rocco is learning so fast, which i'm always impressed by. like, i can't believe what he's already learned for real! so he sits for his dinner. he'll spin around whenever we get his food ready — we didn't train him to do this, but it's very cute. he waits so patiently and doesn't eat until we say, "go on then." he then runs to the back door after every meal so we can take him out for poops. i've trained him with a few tricks, too. so far he can sit, lie down, beg, give paw, spin, roll over, under (the knee/legs) and jump. at the moment, we're working on getting him to walk alongside me, rather than ahead of me, and also trying to stop him biting so much. he doesn't bite too hard, and sometimes it's just little nibs, but he has to learn for when he meets more people and starts going out for walks.

-> this is about to become a novel, but in all, he is an absolute nutter of a puppy. he's crazy in the best way. but he also has that super soft, sweet side, and i swear... i could melt whenever he falls asleep on me or poses for a photo... or runs into my arms when i get home from work.

anyways, i'm going to put a couple of photos of him here in a second. but, if you want, you can also follow the instagram i made for him, too, if you like 💖✨️🐾