#<3 benji i love you so much

[ragdolls-and-such]

I know I've never posted about my ocs on here before, but I'm really proud of this piece

YES this is a redraw of that one aquabats album (hi-five soup), YES these characters are all based on aquabats songs, YES i would die for them. <3 and NO these are not their canon outfits i just did it for the pic

#ocs #oc art #my art #the aquabats #hi-five soup #i want to tell yuy guys who is who because i love them so much you all deserve to know their names #frog-pose guy is Spike he's an interdimensional mailman #kid with 3 arms and 5 eyes is Benji he's a theater kid #pegasus boy is Luno he's stupid <3 #blonde girl is Sadie she's got Issues and i adore her #and the 11 year old with one eye is my guy Wilson #aka the main character of this story!! #i will probably post more about it at some point!!

[saintchaser]

war tears lovers apart.

it had started with mary and lily. they didn't even manage to get out of hogwarts. lily, a warrior, a saint, and mary, watching from the sidelines, a sinner of some sorts, who had chosen to leave, who had chosen to flee, and maybe she had been a coward. maybe that was the mary lily was going to remember forever.

mary knew that that'd be the end of them. and still, she kept watching from afar, holding on, clinging to the hope that, once the war ends, their galaxy would open again, and that she'd see her sun again. maybe they'd reconcile, if not as lovers, then as a world in which they gravitate around each other, like stars in the night sky.

war kills lovers.

the first one to fall had been benjy. he disappeared sometime in march, and until april, he hadn't been found. they had looked for him, searched everywhere, and they had found him in surrey. the only way they recognized him was that dark brown mark on his arm, the birthmark that caradoc had loved so dearly. he had been torn apart, blood and flesh and bones, and only pieces and pieces of him found.

they never found his head. two words had been inscribed in his arm, with dark red. "you're next." james threw up. there was no funeral. two weeks later, under mysterious circumstances that dumbledore had known but never disclosed, caradoc joined his lover.

war kills lovers.

for them, it had started with marlene. she had been the first one that they really knew. others had been acquaintances, distant friends, that they had wept for and mourned, but marlene had been something entirely different, a shock to reality. they were all going to die. it happened quickly, in a rush, almost as if hadn't happened, but it burned in dorcas' memory until the moment they had died.

they said they had gone mad. they had tried to stop them, but they never succeeded. they had gone and killed, blood curling screams and pleas that sent shivers up their spine and made their blood boil, maybe that way, they would avenge her. but they thought of themselves too highly, they soared to unreachable heights. two months later, they had a little, lonely funeral, a baby crying in james' arms, and the old graveyard welcoming them with open arms.

war tears lovers apart.

remus and sirius had been the first to fall apart. maybe it had been because of their personalities, which blended in each other sometimes, and self-sabotaged, and hurt each other mercilessly, or maybe it had been just the influence of the war and the recklessness and the death, looming over their heads with a serpent and a skull and another funeral, another soldier.

they became reckless and angry and brash and, if it ever had any beauty, it had been the one of the waves crashing in the cliffs, foaming at the edges and spilling out and eroding, eating each other alive, burning each other up, until there was nothing left of either of them.

war had never been for lovers.

#the benjy thing was inspired by arakhnee aka sy's snippet in the server that i loved <3 thank you for the inspo <3 #this is some sort of insight into the relationships and how they had been affected by the war. i might do jily too but honestly they #<- had held on the best and honestly seeing the situation they were in (war and baby) they had definitely been the healthiest relationship #<- out of ALL of them #i also want to start exploring the dynamic of caradoc and benjy because they've been together in my head for A WHILE now #i love the insights of war. i've done some with the missions recently but i might do order meetings and that kind of stuff to because there #<- is so much angst that. hhh /pos #mary macdonald #lily evans #marylily #marylily angst #benjy fenwick #caradoc dearborn #(insert ship name) #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #dorlene angst #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar angst #the first wizarding war #the first wizard war angst #my writing #death tw #gore tw #murder tw

[fivefeetfangirl]

'Babe are you okay you haven't done your 91w posting today'

HSJDHSJDH NOO 😭😭😭😭😭

my phone shut down and wont work so i spent the whole day in the car NOT reading 91w like i wanted to. im not kidding i spent almost 10 hours in a car WITHOUT 91W!!! my hands are shaking i need to read

#that phone has been through too much tbh like that phone is so tired and sad that *i* had to be the owner of her #anyways i had my laptop (which is what i am on now) but it didnt have more battery after i finished the benji rosen part and now its 21.18 #and ive tried to fix that goddamn phone for so long ugh its annoing me so much like BITCH JUST WORK!!?!?!? #mostly sad about stuff getting lost and i have no way of getting it back like pics and other stuff but yeah idk i feel very materialistic #when i think like that maybe the memories that i remember should be enough you know?? #sorry for the rant in the tags val ahaha (also it was a funny joke ahahaha (ref your next ask) i love that so many are enjoying my posts <3 #91w #so sorry to people who follow that tag cause im CLOGGING it ahahaha

[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck Returns

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: Our little menace of a nephew has secured a date for you. Here is part 2 to Uncle Buck.

Word Count: 1401

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five

A/N: what in the actual f👀 is going on 😅 I was expecting maybe 10 or so people to read Uncle Buck. My notifications haven't stopped going off since I posted. Thank you so much everyone that read it and enjoyed it. I hope you also enjoy this little continuation. P.S. GIF replies are my love language so if you enjoy send me your best (or worst 😈) 🫶

As soon as the pair returned home and walked through the front door, Benji skipped his way in shouting, "MAWWAGE! MAWWAGE IS WHAT BWINGS US TOGEVAH TODAYYYY!" Arms high above him as he rushes through the living room in search of his parents.

"Benji, please don't make me regret letting you watch my favorite movie," you sigh, flopping onto the couch, hands covering your face.

He stopped short and looked back at you, "Have you the wing?" He bowed and giggled then turned back around to continue on with his search.

"You're back!" Your sister shouted while she snatched Benji up into her arms, covering the small boy in kisses. "Did you have so much fun with Auntie today? Why are we shouting Princess Bride quotes?" She gasps, "Did you get to meet the dread pirate Roberts??"

Benji looks up at her in confusion, "What? No Mom, we saw Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson! And guess WHAT!"

"Ohhh, what?!"

He whispers into her ear and throws his head back laughing like a tiny evil madman.

"You did what???!" She laughs.

You groan from the couch.

She walks both of them over to you.

"Did I understand him correctly, is there something we should know? Are you betrothed to a super soldier?"

"I'm gonna go throw up," you groaned again.

Sweating doesn't even begin to cover it.

Your entire body feels like it's on fire.

You agreed to meet Bucky for a late lunch the following day. You've been sitting on the floor by your closet for what you thought was 30 minutes now, staring into the clothing abyss, spiraling into an internal panic.

You don't go on dates. You keep to yourself. It's comfortable. Living in a combined household with your sister and her small family you're certainly never alone.

What are you even supposed to talk about?

Your current job is nothing super exciting to talk about. You do like to go to concerts and musicals... However you can't really imagine the 106-year-old super soldier going to a pop punk or metal show, nor do you imagine him attending Wicked 3 times. Note to self: do not bring up Rogers the musical. Yikes.

Your sister has already talked you off a ledge 3 times since last night when you got home.

While still wallowing in self pity and loathing, two outfits are scattered by you and you have three more in your arms.

Your sister walks by your open door and backtracks peering in.

"Y/n," she sighs, "just wear the first outfit. You'll look great, I promise." She walks over and grabs the armful of clothes from you, dumping them on the bed and grabbing the first outfit. Your favorite pair of black jeans and a sweater you bought specifically because it was so damn soft.

The doorbell rings and your eyes widen. "He's early?!"

"He's on time, you would have noticed if you weren't staring into space for the last hour."

"WHAT?!"

"Don't worry we'll keep him distracted while you finish getting ready."

"Oh sure, don't worry. That fills me with all the confidence..."

"Benji has already asked him to marry you, what's the worst that could happen now?"

"I don't even want to think about the answer to that. So many possibilities come to mind."

You grab your outfit and start rushing around.

"Can I get you something to drink, Bucky?" Your sister asks while she moves about the room.

Bucky and Benji are seated at the kitchen table, just off from the living room. Benji is across from him with his tiny arms crossed on the table, and a very serious look on his face.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Ok, I'm sure she'll be down in just a moment. Make yourself at home. Hopefully we will see you around again soon," she smiles, "I'm just gonna go switch the laundry over quickly. Benji," she looks down at him while pointing two fingers at her eyes and then over to him, "behave yourself," she warns while leaving the room.

The table stare down continues.

"Where do you live?" Benji asks.

"In the city," Bucky answers.

"You have a house?" Benji fires back.

"Apartment."

"Own or rent?"

"Rent."

"Where’s your office?"

"I don’t have one."

"How come?"

"I don’t need one."

"Where’s your wife?"

"Don’t have one.."

"Yet," Benji squints with a tiny smirk, "but how come?"

"It's a long story."

"You have kids?"

"No I don’t."

"How come?"

"It's an even longer story."

"Do you prefer dogs or cats?"

"Both are fine."

"Do you have one?"

"I have a cat. Names Alpine."

"Is Steve Rogers really on the moon?"

"What's your record for consecutive questions asked?"

"38."

"He's up there all right." Bucky answers with a nod.

"Your metal arm and regular arm match well with how ginormous your muscles are."

"How nice of you to notice."

"I’m a kid, that’s my job."

Bucky raises a brow, "Why am I getting the 3rd degree here?"

"Just checking in on my investments. If this didn't work I was going to ask our neighbor Frank, but he kind of sucks," Benji shrugs his shoulders.

Before Bucky can question the language and what the 8-year-old said, you walk into the kitchen and quickly look back and forth between the two of them.

"Oh no, how long have you two been alone in here?? What did he say?" You ask Bucky, looking over at Benji quickly after, "What did you say??" Your eyes narrow.

Benji grins and holds your purse up for you. "Have fun storming the castle," he cheekily smiles with that glint in his eyes.

"Benji," you glare down at him.

Bucky clears his throat while standing up from the table. Walking over to you he points to a small bouquet of flowers that were already in a vase waiting on the kitchen table, "Um, these are for you…" he smiles.

"Thank you so much, they're beautiful," your reply is breathless while you look at the arrangement filled with a small mix of your favorites.

"He also gave me this," Benji holds up an RC truck with a Captain America shield painted on the side.

"That was very nice of him, did you say thank you?"

"Duh," he rolled his eyes while grabbing the remote to the car and rolling it out to the living room, "Thanks Future-Uncle Bucky," he grins and chases after it.

"Anyone ever tell you guys he's kind of a strange kid?" Bucky whispers conspiratorially while offering his arm to you.

You throw your head back with a quick laugh. "Oh, you have no idea."

Your date is going better than you expected.

You have managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself so far and both of you seemed to be enjoying your time together.

You have apologized multiple times for Benji's antics.

Bucky laughed, "He reminds me a bit of a young Steve and my sister Rebecca combined. Didn't realize that combo was possible, it's a little terrifying. I hope they have great medical insurance," he jokes.

"His father's a nurse, so we have in-house medical on demand. My sister tried to convince me to go to law school so someone can represent him when he undoubtedly tries to take over the world. Guess I can save some money and time on law school now that we have a super soldier plus a Captain America connection that can potentially stop him before lawyers need to be involved."

"Your sister already welcomed me to the family when she opened the door to let me in," he smirks.

You put your face in your hands, elbows leaning against the table in support.

"Well now you know where her small menace gets it from."

Bucky helps pull your chair out for you as you're both about to leave. As you stand up your purse falls off the back of your chair, spilling some of its contents on the floor when it lands.

Bucky ducked down to help collect your things when something shiny appeared next to your chapstick. His eyebrows furrow as he picks both up and holds them up to you.

You let out a slightly strangled cough as you realized what he was holding up to you.

Bucky Barnes was kneeling holding up your peppermint chapstick and your Grandmother's opal ring that was supposed to be safely in your jewelry box at home.

...Benjamin!

@pono-pura-vida @bitchy-bi-trash @random-writer-23 @jvanilly @clintsupremacy @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction

Next: Part 3 Lord of the Pins

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #marvel fic #bucky fanfic #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #uncle buck #uncle buck fic

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic feb 26 - bed - 1047words - cw: drinking—aka reg picking up a drunk james from the pub<3

for laurie @itsjaywalkers because she's a gem and also i was listening to wallows typing this out mwah

James wipes a stray tear from the corner of his eye as he straightens back up, belly hurting and cheeks straining as he claps Peter on the shoulder, laughing and shaking with his whole body.

His head feels pleasantly heavy and his vision is a little blurry, alcohol warming him up from the inside and James thinks Peter isn’t far off with the way the flush on his red cheeks starts spreading along his entire face as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Oh god,” James snickers, sucking in a much needed breath, chortling slightly on the way in which makes Peter send him a weird look and then in return makes James break into another fit of giggles. Everything is just so funny right now.

Peter joins right in, while simultaneously trying to take another sip of his nearly empty cup of beer, his laughter preventing him from actually swallowing. 

Predictably, he ends up coughing and James pounds him on the back with one hand as the other maintains a white knuckled grip on the round bar table to keep himself upright as he tries not to piss his pants from laughing.

Once Peter got himself back in order he clears his throat violently, warily eyeing his remaining beverage, “Shit, I don’t think I should finish that.”

James snorts, “That’s barely two gulps, Pete.”

His blonde friend groans, head sinking into his palms, “I think Benji might already have my head if I turn up back home like this.”

James turns solemn all the sudden, nodding in understanding and rubbing Peter’s back soothingly. Benji loves him though so it’ll be fine, James knows that, but he still wants to be there for Peter, obviously.

The other man grumbles something into his hands that James doesn’t catch over the music and loud noise of people.

“What was that?”

Peter’s head tilts back up, “What about you?”

James blinks, trying to decipher what his friend means through the alcohol clouding his brain.

Pete’s lips tug into a lopsided smirk, “How’re you gonna get home to your loverboy?”

“Oh,” James makes, understanding now. “Regulus said he’ll pick me up.”

“Mm,” Peter grunts into his cup, downing the flat beer, “Premium service.”

James feels himself turn a little more gooey where he’s draping his full weight onto the precariously wobbly bar table, and he sighs long and dreamily, “Yeah, he’s the best.”

“Hi, Regulus,” Peter says, head tipped to the side at a 90 degree angle.

“Yeah, obviously, Regulus, who else?” James makes, nose scrunching in confusion.

“Hello, Peter,” a voice says from behind him and James thinks he might nearly break a few cervical vertebraes in his haste to turn around.

“Baby,” James gasps when he sees Regulus standing there in all his beautiful glory. Head cocked to the side slightly, arms crossed and a mild scowl on his face. He’s in one of James’ grey printed hoodies and sporting some dark green and blue plaid pyjama bottoms that always make his butt look a little bigger, according to himself. James loves Regulus ass though, he loves that it’s perky and petite and perfectly bite-sized for when James is—

“I texted you,” Regulus says in lieu of greeting James, lips pursed into a pout James also would like to bite, “And I called four times.”

Another, softer gasp punches out of James and he fumbles for his phone in his jeans’ back pocket for a second, tapping the screen to see the missed calls and messages. 

James’ expression tips into a frown, a wounded noise coming from his chest as he shuffles closer with his head ducked, palms slowly reaching out to Regulus’ hips. “I’m so sorry, love,” James mumbles, tone apologetic and Regulus’ eyes narrow, “I swear I wasn’t ignoring you, I just didn’t hear.”

Regulus averts his eyes with a small tut, arms tightening where they’re crossed.

James can’t help but whine. The last thing he wants right now is for Regulus to be mad at him, “Baby, please, I promise.”

When Regulus doesn’t budge, James twirls one of his dark curls around his index, playing softly and contemplating giving into the urge of peppering his boyfriend’s face in kisses. He doesn’t want to make it worse though. 

James scrambles together all his might and tries navigating through the drunken haze of his brain and body, concentrating to remind himself what usually makes Regulus fold.

“We were just talking about you, too,” James tries. “Petey can confirm that.”

“Oh, I do not want to be dragged into this, thank you very much.”

James grumbles, rolling his eyes and simply winds his arms tighter around Regulus. It elicits a small inhale and yes, that’s good and it makes James tug his lower lip between his teeth, humming in satisfaction.

Regulus eyes snap back around to him, eyelids fluttering and James slips into a victorious grin. He leans closer and lets his lips brush over his boyfriends, inhaling that distinct citrus and bergamot smell of him, before he breathes needily, “Missed you so much, Reg.”

In the next second there are palms thumping against his pecs, punching a breath out of him before he’s reeled back in by the lapel of his flannel, Regulus glowering at him, cheeks flushed, “Ok, that’s officially enough of you, menace.”

James giggles and quickly squishes Regulus cheeks to plant a kiss on his slack mouth.

They bid their Goodbyes to Peter and make sure he’s got a cab that’ll bring him home safely and then James lets Regulus tug him out of the pub with their fingers intertwined.

Once they’re outside of the crowded space James can’t help himself when he snatches Regulus around the waist and squeezes him with a happy groan.

“James,” Regulus chides, voice tight and flustered, “Let go, we’re in the middle of a sidewalk.”

“But I love you so much,” James slurs into the space between the hoodie and Regulus’ exposed neck, nose nuzzling the skin contently.

Regulus sighs and James doesn’t have to look to see the smile playing at his rosy lips, “Let’s get you into bed.”

“Aw yeah, bed,” James snickers, reaching one hand around to grab at Regulus’ butt.

Regulus yelps and James ends up with a bruise on his ribcage that throbs softly once he cuddles up with Regulus under the sheets half an hour later.

#theyre sooo sweet and annoying #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #lune’s tiny fic #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #q

[siriustaylorsversion]

A Taylor Swift x reader social media au PLEASE! I know that you're a swiftie so maybe the release of midnights with songs being about the reader and the reader also being a singer. face claim- selena gomez?

oh my god!! i have the best idea and as always... taylena>>>> requests open enjoy!

PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

𝖘𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙

taylorswift

taylorswift Midnights, the stories of 13 sleepless nights scattered throughout my life, will be out October 21. Meet me at midnight. liked by yourname.official, blakelively and 8,135,006 others.

yourname.official i say that's my baby and i'm proud 🥺

taylorswift 💕 forever.more their friendship >>>>>> tay.y/nslover they are my favorite thing in the whole world istg!

blakelively i heard it before you did ;)

yourname.official i was there DURING the process y/n_sink wait they were toGETHER?! sadist.sinks oh my god, I'M HEALED

tomholland2013 you guys did not just hear the scream that @yourname.official just scrumpt.....

y/n.official it'S TS10 STFU- tay.y/nforevermore they're like siblings 😭

yourname.official

yourname.official i am so so honoured to be able to say that i will be featuring in a song with my heart (my hips, my body, my love) @taylorswift... trust me, you're all not ready for this. remember it. october 21st. liked by taylorswift, zendaya and 5,09,800 others.

taylorswift this has to be my favorite song... not only because it is the best on the album but because it has the most talented artist i've ever met in my life...

yourname.official i loVE YOU- forever.more the MUSIC INDUSTRY called it the best song? okay, HOW LONG IS OCTOBER 21ST GONNA TAKE??!! SHEAKWDBGJEDBEFKJSHF

blakelively new favorite song???

tomholland2013 you've bribed her haven't you? YOU? BEST SONG?

yourname.official oh hush, you're just jealous. zendaya atleast she figured out how you get the girl... y/n.sink wHOT?

e!news

e!news "she's my best friend, and means the most to me in the world... being able to make music with her would be the greatest blessing ever i mean, she's TAYLOR SWIFT, i guess everyone has a girl crush on her!" - y/n y/l/n, 2019

"oh she's my favorite person in the world, she owns my heart. i love her so so much... i could never have come here without her."

" i am so so honoured to be able to say that i will be featuring in a song with my heart (my hips, my body, my love)" - y/n y/l/n, 2022 liked by taylorswift, sabrinacarpenter and 1,09,800 others.

e!news after zendaya teased a 'how you get the girl' lyric in the comments of y/n y/l/n's new post, fans have lost it thinking the former best friends of more than a decade have finally taken a step forward.

taylorswift

taylorswift this is the BIGGEST thank you to all the people who've helped me in these past few years... jack, aaron, blake, ryan, gigi, mom, dad, olivia, merideth,benji, y/n and all the others who've stayed with me and supported me. midnights is officially out and i love you all so much! enjoy...

yourname.official oh my god, look at my talented gf 😌

forever.more GIRLFRIEND????????? blakelively oh, finally!! tomholland2013 taylorswift her?! taylorswift zendaya him?!

ememyers Can we talk abt her eyes?😭 or better her everything?😭💗

costataylorsversion omg i feel like a proud mom???????

snehit.13 more like she and y/n.official are our moms.... yourname.official okay, idk how that's so funny but exciting at the same time??!!

forever.more

forever.more Y/N CALLED BLONDIE HER WIFE IS THIS THE CONFIRMATION WE SO DESPERATELY NEEDED??? p.s. did you like midnights? (I'M IN LOVE WITH IT) liked by e!news, taylorswift and 300,405 others.

donna'sversion icons, queens, lovers everything and more!!!!!!!!

costataylorsversion 🧣💕💕🥺💘

ememyers Just heard it on a plane….. damn it was so raw and so honest!

satanicmoosic LOVE THIS DUO THEY'RE EVERYTHING OH MY GOD MY HEART IS GONNA BURST SWEET NOTHING?? MAROON?? SERENDIPITY?? THEY REACHED RIGHT INTO MY CHEST AND PULLED MY HEART OUT.

taylorswift

taylorswift didn't read the note on the polaroid picture... they don't know how much i miss her... liked by yourname.official, blakelively and 7,90,600 others. comments on this post have been limited

yourname.official

yourname.official if you kiss me would it be just like i dreamed it? will it patch your broken wings? liked by taylorswift, tomholland2013 and 5,09,080 others.

comments on this post have been limited.

part 2? maybe more for the tour? idk...

have a good day <33

#taylor nation #tayor swift #taylor swift x reader #taylor x reader #smau #selena gomez #selena gomez x reader #taylena #taylor swift x selena gomez #taylor swift #celebrity #taylor swift x fem!reader #siriustaylorsversion

[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

Modern Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Part 3

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Summary: the deal is struck between you and Aemond

Warnings: none, really

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been really busy with work, and this part was kinda hard to write. That’s also why this is shorter

Word Count: 1.6k

“And he didn’t tell you what he wanted?” Aly looks over at you while adding a slice of turkey to the sandwich she’s making? You shake your head. It had been a few days since everything went down, yet you were still trying to wrap your head around it all. The fact that Aemond would consider helping you at all—foreboding debt aside—just didn’t make sense to you.

“Why does he have to be so cryptic and spooky,” Aly asks, adding a generous amount of mayo to the sandwich.

“Beats me,” you reply. A shout startles you both out of your conversation. You and Aly turn your heads to the living room area. Benji Blackwood and his two friends Kermit and Oscar Tully—“the muppets” as Aly likes to call them—are sprawled across Aly’s couch, cursing at a video game they’re thoroughly engrossed in.

“Oi! You tryin’ to wake your dad up?” Aly calls to them. Currently, Aly’s brother Sam was down the hall, trying to sleep off a migraine. The boys cringe slightly.

“Sorry,” one of the Tully boys stage whispers back to Aly. She sighs. “Anyways, lunch is ready.” In a flash, the boys were on their feet, making their way to the kitchen. Aly pushes the sandwich with the mayo mountain towards Benji.

“Would you like some sandwich with your mayo?” She teases. Benji scowls back, but his expression quickly morphs into a grin. The boys make their way back to the couch. Aly turns to you.

“Listen, if he tries to pull anything with you, just say the word and I’ll kick his ass. Then I’ll call Cregan and he’ll also kick his ass.” You laugh in response. “What’s his deal with them anyways? Are they friends?”

“Acquaintances is more like it. They get along well enough, but Creg’s friendship with Jace sorta puts him on thin ice.”

“…Yeah, I still don’t get it.”

“Look, rich people friendships are weird, okay?” Aly explains. “Sometimes it’s better if you don’t ask questions and just go with it. I find the truth usually comes out on its own time.” She starts resealing containers and putting them in the fridge. You follow suit, deciding to take her advice. You two clean in silence for a couple minutes, until your phone buzzes. You look at the name on the screen, suddenly feeling very nervous.

You show the conversation to Aly. Her eyebrows raise, and she notes the tense expression on your face. “You know you don’t have to do this right? I’m sure I could find some time to give you lessons.”

You think about it for a moment. Aly would certainly be a nicer teacher than Aemond. But her Raven is much different than your Meraxes. Plus, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking for an excuse to learn more about the enigmatic, handsome Targaryen.

“I don’t want to cut into your time with your family. I know how important it is to you,” you tell her. “Besides, we’re all adults. I can handle a little tough love.”

“Alright then. Lemme know if you change your mind,” Aly relents, leaving the kitchen. You turn back to your phone to text Aemond.

Saturday morning comes far too soon, and you find yourself heading back to Aemond and Aegon’s shop in the passenger seat of Aly’s truck. One of the doors is rolle up, and you can see Aemond working on a bike. He lifts his head when he hears the engine.

“Well,” you breathe, “here goes nothing.”

“Remember, I’m only a text away,” Aly reassures you. You grin then exit out the passenger side door. Before you turn away, you see Aly glare at Aemond, pointing at her eyes then at him before making a u-turn and driving off. You take a deep breath, then walk over to Aemond. By now, he’s standing and wiping his hands with a cloth. He’s wearing the same outfit as when you two first met, only this time the coveralls are unzipped with the sleeves tied around his waist. The white singlet he’s wearing does nothing to hide the definition of his chest or arms. A few streaks of grime decorate his body, along with a few tattoos. He’s not overtly bulky, but he’s definitely in shape. His biceps flex slightly as he cleans his hands; you try not to bite your lip.

You both stand in awkward silence, waiting for someone to break it. You decide to bite the bullet yourself.

“Where’s Aegon,” you ask, peering into the garage, but there’s no sign of Aemond’s brother.

“He doesn’t typically come in on weekends,” Aemond answers. “Prefers to sleep in.”

“Oh.” You’d hoped he’d be here; his easygoing nature could’ve served as a good mediator.

“So I take it you’re interested?” It takes a moment for you to realize he meant the training.

“Oh I’m yeah. But I want to know what exactly you’re hoping to get out of this,” you reply quickly. Get your shit together you mentally chastise yourself. He’s not worth it.

“Hmm, yes. I’ve been going back and forth on what I want from you,” he starts, setting the rag on a nearby workbench. He turns his back on you.

“And you’ve decided on…” you prompt. He drums his fingers on the table, silent. Then…

“The Conqueror’s Gala. I need someone to go with me,” he states. That’s it? He needs a date to some fancy event? You thought you’d have to do something like clean his house or shine his bike for a month. Not this.

“If you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, Targaryen-“

“No. Gods no. Nothing like that.” Aemond hastily replies. “My mother is always on my as about bringing a date. Normally, I’d just go with Helaena, but this year she’s decided to side with mum. They want me to prove that I’m capable of spending time with people I’m not directly related to.” His mouth presses into a thin line, and he averts his gaze. He starts drumming his fingers again. It looks like that’s something he does when he’s agitated. You let the silence simmer, silently enjoying the way his jaw clenched.

“Hmmm. I suppose I could spare one evening to get all dressed up and rub elbows with the Westerosi elite,” you sigh in pretend annoyance. He gives you a disgruntled look. “Trust me. It’s not the fun time you think,” he says sharply. Of course a cryptic like him wouldn’t enjoy social events. You try not to laugh at the thought.

“Well, fun or not, I’ll take it,” you tell him. His shoulders relax a little.

“Good,” he says stiffly. “Shall we?” he gestures his hand towards the bike. You realize it’s his own, the bronze coloring of the Vaghar catching the late morning light. You make your way over and take your seat. The bike has the same controls as your Meraxes, but his has extra side mirrors affixed.

Aemond leans over you, one hand on the handlebar and the other on the seat behind you. It takes all your willpower not to gawk at his arm.

“Alright,” Aemond says softly. “Now I want you to start the engine.”

You turn and look at him, incredulous. “You think I don’t know how to start a bike?”

Aemond levels a flare at you. “I’m just being thorough.” You scoff and roll your eyes, but you do as he says.

“Good,” he muses. He’s inches from your ear. The soft timbre of his voice sends a shudder through you. “Now what?” You choke out. You hate the effect he has on you.

“I want you to shift to first gear,” he instructs. All you can do is obey blindly.

“Good. Good,” he praises. He has you go through all the gears and how to break, giving a little praise each time you do something correct. It’s all painfully easy, and you should be insulted he’s making you prove such basic knowledge. Instead, you silently relish the rush of warmth you get with each praise. Hell, you’re almost tempted to get something wrong on purpose just to see how he’ll react? Would he gently explain the correction, or would he go back to being rude and insult you?

“Well then,” Aemond says, pushing off his bike. You mourn the loss of his warmth on your shoulder. “It seems you really do know the basics.” He drawls the last part. Oh yeah, that’s what it’s like when he insults you. You get off the bike, and he starts to wheel it into the garage. “But the Dragon Rally isn’t for the feint of heart. You’ll need to be able to ride long distances in potentially rough weather. You need to be adaptable, ready to make a decision at a moment’s notice. And that’s not even including the Rally itself.”

“What happens at the Rally?” you ask.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Aemond replies, turning his back on you. You scoff. “Yes. I would. That’s why I asked”

He smirks. “All you need to know is that you need to build up your endurance. I’d like to take you on a ride through the Kingswood when you’re next available. Once you’re comfortable, we’ll take more challenging treks. Sound good?”

You nod your head. At least you won’t have to have weird conversations with him when riding.

“Good. Check your schedule, and give me your next available date,” he says before pulling the garage door closed in your face.

You stand there in stunned silence. What the fuck is up with this guy?

You text Aly, and a few minutes later her truck pulls up to the sidewalk.

“Well that was quick,” she observes as you put on your seatbelt.

“You’re telling me,” you reply, looking back at the garage as Aly pulls away.

You were confused. You were intrigued. Something told you this was only the tip of the iceberg that was Aemond Targaryen.

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[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. Also, I'm not nice to Buggy when he tries to flirt. I definitely write him as a bit of a disaster when it happens. It's just going to get a bit worse from here. There's a storm mentioned in this chapter and a love confession. A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be. A shoutout to @lavalampskyy for telling me about the song "Warm" by Montcrieff because that song definitely influenced me to actually write this chapter and rework some things, so thank you friend! I've listened to it way too much in the last 24 hours.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 9

Buggy realized he was truly in love with you when you hugged him that day but he didn’t say anything, not yet. He wanted it to be perfect when he told you. He wasn’t quite ready to propose marriage yet either, and the two of you only had one date, sort of, which ended in him embarrassing himself, but the fact that you brushed off the spill and took care of him made him realize that he wanted that all the time with you. There was no one else for him after that.

He just needed the right time to tell you. 

The best time, he decided, was when he brought his coat to you once again one afternoon, a few weeks after the hug. Benji was at the counter, looking unimpressed when he saw Buggy. He looked the pirate up and down before rolling his eyes.

“What do you want now?” The teen asked, sounding bored.

“Benji.” You warned as you came from the backroom. You were trying to get him to be a little nicer to the clients. Your eyes lit up when you saw Buggy and you smiled; he straightened up and held his coat out.

“Sorry.” Benji grumbled. “How can I help you today, sir?”

“Better.” You took the coat from Buggy. “Mm, what’s wrong with it now, Buggy?”

“None of the threads holding the buttons match.” He told you as you hung it up. Benji made a face and went to look it over with you. The thread looked fine to him and he nudged you gently.

“I think he’s losing his eyesight.” He whispered as he glanced back at Buggy. “They look fine to me.”

You shook your head and chuckled. “No, no, he’s right. The shades are just different enough that it can be noticeable.” You turned back to Buggy. “Can I keep it for a few hours to work on it?”

“Only if I can take you out to dinner afterwards.” He said with a grin. You looked a little surprised by that but you smiled and nodded.

“After you pay for the services, of course.”

“I-I was going to pay!” He exclaimed, looking flustered now. “Why wouldn’t I pay?!”

“I’m teasing, of course you’ll pay.” You chuckled as you smoothed the front of the coat out. “I’ll have it ready for our date then.”

Ha! You called it a date. That was perfect. Buggy couldn’t help but feel smug as he winked at you and turned to leave the shop. He shut the door behind him, hoping you didn’t notice several of his fingers got caught in the door jamb and popped off, falling to the floor. He hastily opened the door and collected them before shutting it again. You and Benji watched the whole thing; Benji seemed a little horrified but you just shook your head.

“You’re going out with him?” Benji asked, sounding disgusted. “Why?!”

“I like him.” You told him as you went to go find some thread and a needle. “And he’s very sweet to me.”

“Lots of guys are sweet to you.” Benji pointed out as he returned to the counter. “I don’t get why you like it coming from him though.”

“He’s not like the others.” You shrugged as you set your tools down on the table and collected his jacket. “Now, I’m going to have you help with this, so you have to do it correctly, understand? You can’t mess it up on purpose because you don’t like Buggy.”

“Fine.” He grumbled as he went to help you.

~

Buggy arrived three hours later. He made sure to look his best. His face was clean, his hair was brushed, and he wore some of his best clothes to take you out. He had a bouquet of flowers for you and a basket in one hand. He felt a picnic dinner at the lake would be a good spot. He wouldn’t be an asshole this time, you could see the ducks, and he could tell you that he was in love with you and everything would be perfect. 

He entered the shop and saw Benji and Miss Pins first. They looked up at him; Benji rolled his eyes but Miss Pins looked quite amused to see him.

“So, another date?” She asked. Buggy glared at her as his face reddened.

“What if it is?” He shot back as he set the basket down. 

Miss Pins shrugged, a smirk on her face as looked him up and down. “And dressed up for it as well. You really like our Sunny, don’t you?”

“Listen, you-”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence because you came down the stairs at that moment, catching his attention. He turned to look and his eyes widened. You had a new dress on, one he hadn’t seen before, a pretty light green color with cap sleeves. It fell at mid-calf, the skirt had a nice swoosh to it, and the neckline didn’t dip down too far. There was embroidery around the hem of the skirt, colorful flowers with twisty stems and leaves. Did you make this yourself?

“Your coat is ready.” You told him as you went right past him to grab it from the back. He was just staring at you, speechless for a moment as his brain registered that you dressed nice for him. Benji waved his hand in front of Buggy’s face to get his attention while Miss Pins snapped her fingers. You came back out with it and took it off the hanger, holding it out for him. He let you put it on him, face burning bright red as you smoothed it over his shoulders. He turned around to face you and you tugged on one of the buttons. “All matching threads for you, Buggy.”

He said nothing as he slammed the payment onto the counter and then held the bouquet out to you. Words were escaping him right then because he didn’t know what to say to you. You took the bouquet from him and kissed his cheek before taking them to the backroom to find them a vase.

“Why isn’t he saying anything?” Benji whispered to Miss Pins. She shrugged.

“No clue.”

“S-Shut it, you two!” Buggy managed to hiss as he glared at them. “I’m fine!”

“Are you though?” Benji grinned. Before Buggy could respond you came back out, setting the vase on the table. He picked the basket up and held his hand out to you, which you took before he led you out of the shop and down the road. 

~

Buggy didn’t want to jinx it because so far everything was going perfectly. He had put a blanket down, pulled the food out (something he got from the little cafe you had your first date at), and he even had a bag of seed for you to throw to the ducks. He still didn’t quite get the enjoyment in that, but if it meant seeing how your eyes lit up and the little squeals of joy you emitted every time one quacked at you, then he would make sure to always bring you a giant bag of seeds for the ducks. 

It was perfect until clouds started to roll in. Buggy tried to ignore them, hoping they would just move along to somewhere else so the two of you could keep enjoying the nice weather. 

He cleared his throat and took your hand in his. “I… have something to say.”

“Okay.” You turned to look at him, giving his hand a squeeze. “What is it?”

There was a rumbling of thunder in the distance. No, no, it needed to wait until he could tell you. 

“Sunny, I’m in lo-”

The clouds opened up and the rain came down, catching the two of you by surprise. You gathered everything into the basket before grabbing his hand and dragging him over to a nearby structure to get out of the wet. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden downpour but Buggy didn’t find it funny.

“Why is it every time I try…” He grumbled as he crossed his arms, glaring outwards. You didn’t hear him as you walked over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned to look at you, still glaring, but you weren’t bothered by it.

“What were you about to say to me before the downpour?” You asked. 

He hesitated. If he said anything else something could happen, like a flash flood or the structure collapsing. And if he said it, how would you react to it? He was in love with you but what if you weren’t in love with him? What if you just laughed at him, patted him on the cheek and sent him on his way? He was starting to wonder if you were just tolerating him at this point.

“I didn’t…” He hesitated, maybe this was a bad idea.

You frowned as you pulled him into a hug. He allowed this, letting his head rest on your shoulder as you pressed a kiss to his temple. This is what he wanted. He just wanted to be in your arms forever and if he wanted that he needed to tell you how he felt before someone else came along and you decided they were better for you. 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Buggy finally spoke. 

“I’m in love with you.” He mumbled against your shoulder. You didn’t quite catch that and pulled back from him. 

“Can you repeat that?” You asked kindly. “I didn’t understand.”

He lifted his head off your shoulder and quickly said, “Iminlovewithyou.”

“I… didn’t understand that, Buggy.” You told him, smiling as you shook your head. “Can you say it again?”

He hated that he was hesitant. This was supposed to be some grand proclamation he was about to make, but given his track record of trying to do anything for you, he was convinced something horrible was about to happen. Lightning could strike him before he could speak, or that stupid handsome swordsman would appear and take you away, or what if the ducks suddenly attacked him? 

You touched his cheek, snapping him back to his senses. “Buggy?”

It had to be now or never, ducks be damned. 

He took both of your hands in his and took a deep breath. “I’m in love with you.”

There, he said it. 

Lightning didn’t strike either of you. No one else showed up to take you away from him. And he glanced over your shoulder to see the ducks still in the lake, not charging toward him in an angry horde. You, however, were quiet. That was starting to worry him, but he had to deal with this. You probably didn’t feel the same way. It was stupid of him to even think you would. He let go of your hands, trying to think of a joke to get him out of this now because why would you ever want someone like him? He just needed to tell you he was kidding, that it wasn’t true, just wanted to see what you’d do, but before he could do anything, you grabbed the front of his coat and pulled him close, leaning up to kiss him.

He stiffened, not expecting that reaction. He expected you to push him away, telling him to stop making jokes, that you didn’t feel the same way. Those scenarios played through in his head as you kissed him, not letting him leave yet. Were you waiting to tell him to leave you alone, that you didn’t want to see him ever again after this?

When you finally pulled back from the kiss, you still held onto the front of his coat, not letting him bolt. Your cheeks were pink, you were smiling up at him, and he didn’t know what to make of the twinkle in your eye. He was just waiting for the inevitable.

“I like you a lot, Buggy.” You told him. “And I’m starting to fall in love with you.” There was a crack of thunder nearby and you laughed. “Let’s go back to the shop before we get washed away. I’ll make you a hot drink.”

He nodded fast, head almost dislodging from his body at the speed of the movement. You were starting to fall in love, that meant you were going to eventually. That was better than what he was anticipating happening.

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[puppys-tiny-space]

🎃What I pack for vacation, little edition🎃

I like going on trips but it also stresses me out due to being autistic so I always take littlespace gear with me both to regress and because they are comfort items and help me regulate

🦝pacis, I always pack a few of the pacis I currently use most in a stable box so they don't break, I usually use a lunchbox for this as they don't take up much space and I have own that fits up to 3 pacis easily🦝

🦇sippy/bottle, I tend to pack one bottle or sippy as more would take up too much space but sometimes I also take two or a cool water bottle in addition to be a sneaky baby on the train🦇

🕷️coloring books, I always bring my tiny space journal with me and usually also another coloring book but usually s thin one as they aren't heavy and take up little space🕷️

🦝coloring supplies, obviously I also need pens and such if I take my coloring books and joirnal, I usually pack my general pencil case plus a set of colored pencils, sometimes I even take stickers🦝

🦇plushies, I cannot travel anywhere without at least one of my babies, depending on how long I am gone I take my comfort plush Benjamin or someone else because I am very scared of loosing Benji, often I also take more🦇

🕷️my switch, I like to take my switch along both to play games on the train ride and to entertain myself hen we are there because I can't pack my most of my toys🕷️

🦝toys, while there isn't space for many toys I like to bring along a few small things like a can of Play-Doh, a doll, a rattle or a puzzle, they don't take up a lot of space and are super fun to play when I'm little with🦝

🦇baby clothes, I like to pack atleast one of my onesies or other clothes I like when I'm little, especially if they are discreet because that way I can be itty bitty without stressing about it🦇

🕷️cute accessories, I love wearing bows, bracelets and other cute jewelry when I'm regressed so I always take some along when I go anywhere so if I'm feeling small I have a comforting thing super fast🕷️

🦝paci clips, I love paci clips so I always take at least one with me, that way I can color and play without having to worry about losing my paci in the bed🦝

🦇diapies/pull ups, I don't always take these but when I know I might be getting my period soon or I like wearing them more often at that time I do, just remember to bring trash bags if you plan on using for potty stuff them so it doesn't smell🦇

🕷️food, sometimes I like to take some snacks for little me because I can be very pick when I'm little and that way I know there will be stuff I like to eat, this is especially helpful for the train rides🕷️

Fun fact of the day: babie rabbits are called kittens

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[chai-and-cherries]

5 Insanely Underrated (Dark) Queer Book Recs for Your TBR (No Spoiler Reviews!)

I ain’t gonna beat around the bush, folks--this post has been a long time coming. Over the past year, I have somehow stumbled into my new favorite genre, leaving the careful days of YA comforting fantasy reads behind (but not forgotten!). I used to never be one for the dark, grisly, and not so man-made horrors beyond comprehension. But with the help of time, mind devouring storytelling, and gut wrenching emotions the world loves to carve out of us all, tastes have changed! So without further ado, let me recommend 5 of my favorite (darker) queer reads of 2022. Titles are linked to official Goodreads summaries while I have included my no-spoiler reviews below.

Some of these are horror, some fantasy, some tragedy, and most a mix of the above. As the new year draws closer, if you’re feeling ready to branch out (or branch in!!) please consider giving these severely underrated titles a read. And support lesser known authors while you’re at it!

As the title of the post implies, these books tend to brew darker than your average cup ‘a joe. So please heed included trigger warnings and take care! 

1. You Will Love What You Have Killed by Kevin Lambert

(Original title: Tu aimeras ce que tu as tué. English Translation by Winkler Donald).

Genres: Adult Fiction, Horror, Canadian Literature, Queer AF

Review: If you’re not a fan of blood, gore, and every horror under the dying sun, scroll away now. Starting off incredibly strong and incredibly twisted with French-Canadian Lambert’s debut novel, You Will Love What You Have Killed, this novel is neither for the faint of heart nor some of the hard of heart. I went into this book knowing next to nothing about what was in store and left somehow feeling more empty than before. As arguably the darkest and most gory book on the list, this surrealist take on childhood rage and post-humous revenge on the town that discarded you before you had a chance to fight back is bound to haunt you long after you’ve finished it. Lambert’s own style of dark and nauseatingly twisted humor will either seal the deal for you, or leave you running for the hills. To be honest, I loathe this book as much I appreciate the queer, surrealist landscape of apocalyptic vengeance. Brownie points for being flat-out strange.

Content Warnings: if you can think of it, chances are its here. loads of death and murder, including that of children, suicide; ableism; homophobia, transphobia; pedophilia, rape, sexual abuse, explicit sexual descriptions, abortion, necrophilia; animal abuse, killing of animals; child abuse, emotional abuse and verbal abuse (by the narrator); cancer; 9/11 (comprehensive list via Ashton on GoodReads)

2. Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White

Genres: YA Fantasy, Horror, Sci-Fi/Dystopian, Queer AF

Blurb: In this world on the brink of man-made/god-induced apocalypse, trans-boy Benji has to fight not only to survive a hellscape determined to burn itself to the ground, but also his own role in bringing about the End. Hell Followed With Us is a queer rage manifesto, the gospel for those forced to become monsters by the same society that weaponized and then condemned them for being such. White’s novel not only brought healing to a large part of my own religious trauma, but it helped me embrace the very “monster” the so called righteous would have damned. Because when the world will villianize you anyway, revolution may very well be embracing the monster within--the monster the world forced into being. This one is definitely a keeper, and definitely a re-reader. The character diversity in this book is incredible, also for the simple fact that it isn’t forced or seemingly “trying to meet a quota”, and for canonically calling out [redacted].  

Content Warnings: For a comprehensive list courtesy of the author himself, please visit his website here. 

3. Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca

Genres: Adult Fiction, Horror/Psychological Thriller, Short-Stories, Queer AF

Blurb: Shorter but no less impactful than the rest, Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke is a twisted foray into the psychology of human obsession. After reading the blurb, I tried to prepare myself for the following unease and depravity I was promised. And god was that promise delivered on a silver poisoned platter. Set to the backdrop of chat forums and online messaging, LaRocca weaves a sadomasochistic love story between two women searching for deeper connection. But love isn’t exactly the right word, is it? After all, things can only get worse from the start. Suffice to say, wholesome does not live in these pages. And I need more. 

Content Warnings: animal cruelty/death, body horror, gore, mental/emotional abuse, exploration of kink, very toxic example of a dom/sub relationship.

4. Angels Before Man by Rafael Nicolás

Genres: Adult Fantasy, Mythology Retelling, Romance, Paranormal, Queer AF

Blurb: I try not to pick favorites on list recs, but as my most recent read of the year, Nicolás’ debut novel has quickly been shelved in my mind and heart’s hall of fame. Angels Before Man is a queer retelling of the fall of Lucifer from a paradise that may not be as, well, paradise as it seems. With narrative prose so poetic that epics of the ancient world come to mind, and themes of religious rebellion and queer rage reminiscent not only of other novels on this list but also the lives of countless individuals whose love warns at revolution, Angels Before Man tells the story of the greatest disobedience Heaven had to face: the creation of sin, born from the first love that turned a jealous god to rage. As ABM only released weeks ago, I sincerely hope it’s only the beginning for this book and author. Bible? Who needs her. The Word of God? I don’t even know her. I’ve got Angels Before Man. And so will my friends because I’m gifting them this heavenly-gem (heh, see what I did there?) for the holidays. 

Content Warnings: Courtesy of the author himself (list also included at start of book): Blasphemy, off-page sexual assault with related internal monologue post-incident, Self-harm, Atypical depiction of grooming, Animal death, Abuse (emotional, physical), Sexual content, Body horror, Graphic depictions of violence, Incestuous term use, Potential correlation to homosexuality being sinful, Depictions of mental instability

5. Siren Queen by Nghi Vo

Genres: Historical Fiction, Historical Fantasy, Magic Realism, Queer AF

Blurb: Of the 5 recs on the list, I have to be honest and say with full disclosure that this is my one cheat as I have not actually finished it yet. But as I can attest from the 60% progress I have made, along with two of my close friends who recommended her in the first place, Siren Queen is a breath of fresh air in a genre that is understandably stifling at times. Interweaving the monstrous industry of Hollywood with actual monsters, Siren Queen explores the sacrifices made and prices paid for the chance at stardom and just being seen, all while embracing the monster society demands of us. Largely character-driven, this book has been a slower read than the rest, but its commentary on workers’ rights and inequalities, among other social issues often at the forefront of WASPish-run Hollywood, has kept me engaged since the start. 

Content Warnings: racism, racial slurs, fatphobia, violence, family violence, homophobia, sexism, drug abuse, addiction.

#book recs #book recs 2022 #queer book recs #you will love what you have killed #Kevin Lambert #hell followed with us #Andrew Joseph White #angels before man #rafael nicolás #things have gotten worse since we last spoke #eric larocca #siren queen #nghi vo

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Part 4 of Let them be | 1k words

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Credit to @starsarestories for suggesting including Hagrid in marauders fics!

Let people want none

"Comin'!" With a loud creak, the wooden door opened wide. "Ah, Peter! What'cha doin' here? Come in!" Rubeus Hagrid was a half giant who was Hogwarts' gamekeeper. He was extremely sweet, despite his intimidating figure. He had guided Pettigrew and Potter on their first day there and they quickly warmed up to the hairy man. Peter went to his cabin from time to time.

"Hello Hagrid. I'm honestly hiding from my peers, you're a calmer presence so I came here. Hope that's alright?"

"O' course! Hungry?" The man infamous for his cooking skills. If Hagrid invited him for tea, he felt bad refusing, eating the rock hard pastries he made. The flavour wasn't bad. It was just hard to chew.

"No, thank you."

"Tea?"

"Yeah, alright. Thanks." He prepared the tea and sat opposite to the student.

"So. What'cha hidin' for? Did ye get into a fight?" No, but he had been further from starting one.

"No. It's just… It's James. He keeps messing with me, saying I fancy this person. But I don't! And it's really frustrating…"

"Ye told him that already?"

"I keep telling him Benjy and I are just friends- Benjy is the one I'm talking about. Benjamin Fenwick, Ravenclaw, a year above." Hagrid nodded once, maybe he knew Ben. Or he was just being polite. "But James doesn't believe me. Says I'm in bloody denial. But I don't like Benjy that way!"

"Yer just not gay, that's alrigh'. Ye can be close to a friend."

"It's not that… I never fancied anyone. At all. Girls or boys. Sybill liked me at one point and she's sweet and passionate and pretty but… I just don't feel it. Maybe I'm broken…"

"Nonsense! Yer so young, ye'll find the right person, don't worry boy." Wormtail exhaled after taking a sip from the hot wonky mug.

"You don't understand, I… I don't think I'm capable of feeling that, you know? Like… everyone is coupling now. James is head over heels for Evans as usual. I think she's gaining a liking for him, which will make him impossible to be with. Marlene and Dorcas are a couple. Oh, Remus and Sirius got together by the way."

"Ah, did they? Good for 'em. I think they make a good couple."

"Yes, finally. They're two oblivious idiots. But anyways. Everyone is all lovey-dovey and I just… don't get it? I don't see what's so special about being in love. If anything it seems annoying and disgusting. And everyone is expecting me to join in but I don't want to…"

"Then don't. Simple. Ye gotta learn not to fall under pressure, Peter." He did have a point. Saying 'no' was a very difficult task.

"But what if I never feel fulfilled?"

"Lemme tell ye a secret, Pete. Ya don't need a partner nor family to be happy. I'm happy and haven't had a girlfriend since my years at Hogwarts. It's just been me and my animals. It's enough for me. Some people, like James, need love to feel fulfilled but not everyone. Some people don't care about it or do not wish for it. One example is Professor Mcgonagall."

"She's never had a partner?"

"Not as far as I'm aware. She much rather have her space and doin' other things. An' that works. Maybe it's what works for ye too." His head of house was a brilliant witch. Tired, for sure, but who wouldn't be when you have the Marauders as your students?

"I see… Maybe you're right. But how do I tell people? Everyone will think I'm odd."

"Just say ye don' feel that attraction. Ye prefer friendship. Or don't say nothin'. Ye don't owe anyone explanations, yeah? Do what feels best for ye." Wormtail relaxed. He needed to hear it. That he wasn't broken. He wasn't the only one like that. And it was okay.

"Thanks, Hagrid. I'm glad I came to talk to you."

"Anytime. Always good to have som' company. Ye welcome to come over whenever, alright?" The boy smiled and nodded, finishing his tea and saying his goodbyes.

"You won't believe it! I got my hands on an Incredible Hulk! Can't wait to read it!" He might not have been a scholar like Remus. And big literacy books were boring to him. Comics, however? He owned a huge collection. Marvel was his favourite.

"That's great! You'll have to tell me about it when you finish." Benjy was the only one really willing to listen to him ramble about the things he liked. James read comics too, but it was hard to have a conversation about it, Prongs always ended up being the only one talking, too absorbed to notice he was cutting off Wormy. It wasn't his fault, yet it still made the short boy feel invisible. Not with Benjamin, though.

"You can read it afterwards, if you want. And then we can discuss it."

"Thanks but I prefer it when you explain it. You're cute when you're excited." Pettigrew wasn't stupid. He knew his friends were right when they said Fenwick fancied him. He would just rather pretend he didn't know. Pretend it's not true. Live in ignorant bliss.

"Oh, thanks. So uhm… Have you been drawing?" Ravenclaws were mostly known for their intelligence and academic values. What people often forgot was how it was also the House of creativity.

"Yeah, here and there." A comfortable pause followed, the mood shifted as soon as the silence broke. "Pete… Can I tell you something?" Oh no. No… No, please don't confess. Please. Everything was going so well…

"Sure, what's up?" His voice sounded casual, even though his stomach took a toll. If this was anything like what people described as 'butterflies in their stomach', Wormtail was glad he didn't feel attraction.

"You probably know this already- or you don't and are oblivious. But… I like you. As in I fancy you. Have been for a while." The Ravenclaw probably wasn't expecting that reaction. Maybe a rejection, an unsureness or if he got lucky, a kiss. Instead he was met with sadness. Pettigrew looked down, leg bouncing from anxiety. "Please say something…"

"I can't…" Voice broken, much how he felt inside. "I-I can't love like that… It's not-"

"'It's not you, it's me', heard that one."

"No, Benjy! Listen to me, please… I don't think I'm capable of having romantic feelings. I can't bring myself to be interested in any of those things. Kisses grosses me, couples annoy me, the whole societal norms in regards to love leave me bloody fuming! I don't know why I'm like this. I just really don't like that sappy stuff. It's not for me. And if I did like it and feel romantic attraction, I would've definitely dated you. It just doesn't feel right to be with anyone… I'm sorry for giving you any wrong signals…"

"It's okay. I thought there was something, sorry for misinterpreting our relationship." No, don't go!

"No! Benjy there is! Just because it's platonic doesn't mean it's not special! You're my best friend…"

"I… I thought it was the Marauders?"

"Well… James is sort of on your level. But you've been climbing your way up, I feel. Remus is a good friend and Sirius too but… Nothing compared to you. You make me feel loved, like I'm worth something."

"You're worth the whole world…"

"Then let's not change things… I'd really hate it if you stopped being my friend because of this…" No, go back inside! Bloody tears!

"Okay. If that's what you want, I'm happy to just be near you. We can keep our Wednesday tea dates. Platonically!" The small boy chuckled. Benjy was the best, he made everything better. Wormtail could always count on him.

"I'd like that." Ben opened his arms wide and Wormy walked there in baby steps until his head was against his friend's chest. He let himself be hugged, taken care of. "Are you mad?"

"At you? Never."

"I'm sorry for this. You're truly special, Ben."

"So are you. As a lover or a friend. So are you, Petey..." They stayed like that for a while. And then they carried as usual, their bond the same as before, if not stronger. Things hadn't gone the way Benjamin wanted them to, but the Marauder knew he got touched by being called a best friend. And Peter meant every word of it. Not loving romantically didn't mean not loving at all. Platonic love was just as important, just as intense, just as real.

#Can u tell its inspired by Heartstopper? #Isaac is my beloved #I already hc Wormtail as aroace bfr #But then Ravenrock came along #So this is a mix! #Hope you liked it hehe #peter pettigrew #benjy fenwick #rubeus hagrid #Hagrid #marauders fic #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #aroace peter pettigrew #We stan Hagrid

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Thunder In Our Hearts: He Knows

Summary: The reader and Ben’s quiet evening at home is anything but when she comes home to discover 15 year old Benjy knows his father is Soldier Boy...

Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy x reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, nudity, violence, drug/assault/abuse/torture mentions

A/N: There will be spoilers for Season 3 of The Boys in this one. This part takes place ~11 years after the end of the series.

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You’d just finish dropping off Millie and Alex off to their respective sleepovers when you got home with a pizza and bottle of very expensive whiskey. It’d definitely been a splurge but Benjy was supposed to stay over a friend’s tonight which meant you and Ben had the house to yourselves for the entire night. For the first time in what felt like a year.

So naturally you were expecting to stay up half the night having sex six ways from Sunday.

“Oh Benjamin,” you called when you walked inside, kicking the door shut. “I brought home some of your favorite things. That whiskey you like, an extra large pizza from downtown and some very interesting looking lub-”

Your mouth snapped shut when Benjy appeared from the hallway where the kids rooms were.

“Gross,” he said, taking the pizza box from you and carrying it to the counter. You hid the frown that wanted to form on your face. As much you loved your kids and wanted to cherish this time as teenagers, sometimes you just wanted your damn house to yourself with your husband. You looked out the front window, noticing the door to the garage was down.

“What happened to your sleepover?” you asked him. You turned around, Benjy scoffing down a slice of pizza. He swallowed roughly, giving you a strange look. “I thought dad was giving you a ride?”

“I don’t have a father.” He ripped a chunk of crust off with his teeth, his face in a scowl as you raised your eyebrows. The air was thick as he swallowed. “Did you know?”

“Did I know what?” you asked. He shook his head with a laugh, running his hand through his hair like Ben did when he was anxious. “Of course you did. You have that fucking Soldier Boy shirt you wear to bed all the time.”

“You are sixteen years old. Watch your language,” you said, forcing back the bile in your throat. Benjy’s face was pure hatred. Something had happened while you were gone. “What-”

“Did he make you stay?” he asked. You blinked, pausing a moment. “Did he trap you with kids and make you stay?”

“Fucking hell, Benjy,” you said, closing your eyes. “No, dad didn’t do a damn thing to me. I love him of my own free will.” He opened his mouth but you raised a finger, pointing at him. “No. You answer my questions now. What the hell happened when I was gone?”

Benjy picked at the pizza again, giving you a dark glare. “I’m doing a paper for history on the fall of Vought Tower. I thought, hey, mom’s favorite supe was Soldier Boy. I’ll write my paper on him and his role in it. Well, I know Uncle Brian did a paper on him in college so I asked for some of his old research. That’s when things started to not make sense. I saw the sources he referenced and didn’t give me so I dug online until I found them. Lo and behold, I find out not only does that asshole that made me look and sound a whole lot like Soldier Boy, but that he’s actually fucking Soldier Boy. So I told him exactly what I thought of him and then he just left. That man is a goddamn monster and apparently you knew the whole damn time. If I were eighteen I’d take Millie and Alex and walk right out the door with them.”

You only stared at him, a million thoughts and emotions rushing through your head. But at the end of the day, he was your son. And he was Ben’s son.

Which meant he was using his anger to hide behind his fear.

“Alright,” you said, voice steady as you crossed your arms and leaned back against the counter. He tried to hide it but he was thrown off that you weren’t yelling at him. “You’re upset and angry. With your dad and with me. You don’t even want to be around us anymore, is that right?”

“Exactly.”

“You think you’re old enough to make that decision for yourself?” you asked calmly. 

“I am more than capable,” he said. You nodded, sitting up on the counter top, gripping the edge loosely. “I might be able to forgive you someday but not him. I-”

“Oh Benjy,” you said, smiling softly at him. “I’m not looking for your forgiveness because frankly, I don’t regret loving your father for one second. There is so much about him and me that you don’t know. He is a good man.”

“He killed people! He didn’t even care!” You threw your head back and shut your eyes. “Mom he-”

“My father used to rape me. He would hit me, cut up my back, dig his knife into my skin and then he’d rape me all over again. My whole life, that man abused me.” Benjy was white in the face, his eyes wide in horror.

“I thought you said grandpa died when you were little,” he whispered.

“Why would I ever tell you about the true monster of this family? My mom left not along after I was born and then I was his toy. I only made it to eighteen out of pure spite,” you said. You lowered your head, staring at your lap. “I was raped in the military and with no support system, I became a toy for a very powerful group of people. I joined the CIA, got stronger, learned to protect myself and I found a boyfriend I really liked. But it turned out he was just there to babysit me, make sure I never told anyone about those powerful people. They locked me up and beat me and assaulted me and, Benjamin, my whole life has been a nightmare from one moment to the next. But I got out and escaped when I found your father, when I found Soldier Boy in captivity too. I knew he was strong and I knew I wasn’t making it out of the building without help. I figured if they had him locked up like I’d been, maybe he wasn’t all bad. Maybe someone hurt him too. So I let him out.”

Benjy was crying, staring at me as tears ran down his face. “Mom…mom I don’t…”

“Soldier Boy was an asshole when I met him. A complete asshole. An asshole that I made a deal with. I’d help him learn how to survive in modern day and help him kill the people he wanted dead if he killed the people I wanted dead first. He held up his end of the deal but by the time we got to his part of it, he was changing. He was learning. He cared more about me than revenge.”

“Who did dad kill for you?” he asked, voice cracking as he raised his chin. 

“He killed all of those people that hurt me. He saved a young military officer along the way. He saved my life and protected me from that man that pretended to be my boyfriend. He told that man before he killed him that men with power protect others, that that’s a real man. I’d taught him that and he listened. Benjy your father was toxic once upon a time but that was long before you were born, before I was born. The scars your father carries…no one loved him Benjy. Not a soul, even when he was a little boy. All he wanted was his father’s approval and that man was as toxic as they come. Your dad became Soldier Boy to impress him and even then, it didn’t work. There was a time when your father did good things. He fought in some battles, did some good. A lot was but it wasn’t all fake. But he faltered in life. He owns that. He knows it. But he changed. He-”

“What happened in eighty four? When everyone thought he died?” he sniffled, wiping off his face. 

“His team betrayed him and turned him over to the Russians to experiment on. He was tortured for nearly forty years. I saw the proof of that. Ben needed to change but he didn’t deserve that.”

Benjy swallowed, a fresh track of tears rushing down his cheeks. “You’re telling me…fuck, mom.” He shook and you stepped over to him, letting him cling to you. “Mom I’m sorry. I thought he was pretending this whole time.”

“Benjy your grandfather’s were both horrible. Dad’s dad…he didn’t beat him but he abused him in a different way. It set him on a path he didn’t know how to get off of. When he got out of Russia, he thought he found people he could trust but they betrayed him too. His son-”

“Son?”

You nodded. “They made a child from your father in the eighties. Homelander.”

“That psycho i-is my half-brother?” he said, pulling back, eyes wide. “H-How-”

“Daddy never knew, not until after Russia. When he was betrayed, they locked him away again and that’s when I found him. Benjy, I can promise that you are the only son your father says he has. He raised you. He cleaned your cuts and scrapes and taught you to read and to be respectful and kind. Can you honestly, honestly, tell me that you regret having him as your father?”

Benjy’s bottom lip wobbled as he shook his head. “I-I told him to l-leave and n-never come b-back. Mom, what’d I’d do?”

“You’re as sensitive as your father, Benjamin,” you said, kissing his temple. “You both use anger to hide your fear.”

“I’ve never even seen dad mad.”

“Because once you were born, your dad wanted to set an example for how you and your sisters treat the people you care about. Especially you. He wanted you to be so much better than him. Honey, I understand that you’re upset with him. I do. And ultimately it’s up to you if you want your relationship with him to change. But I swear on my life that your dad has not been the bad guy in a very, very long time.”

Benjy squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling sharply. You rubbed up and down his back, feeling him relax. “I called him a monster.”

“Whatever you said, your dad’s thought worse of himself I guarantee,” you said. “I have an idea of where dad took off to. Do you want to come with me or stay here?”

He raised his head, wiping off his face with his sleeve. “I need to talk to him. I don’t know what I’m going to say but I need to tell him…I don’t know. I just want to go.”

“Okay. Throw that pizza in the fridge and let’s get going then.”

An hour later you were pulling up to Brian and Joe’s camp, a quiet place on a secluded lake you’d brought the kids to a million times during summers. Ben’s truck was parked at the end of the gravel road and you came to a stop behind it. The small cabin was dark but Benjy pointed around the back of the house and you followed, catching the flicker of flames he’d seen. 

Ben was sat on the ground in front of the built in firepit, his back to you both. His knees were tucked into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself as he sat on the cold ground. Flashbacks of Ben breaking down all those years came surging back, a pit opening in your gut. 

“Dad?” Ben tensed before standing slowly. By the time you approached, he was turning around, hiding his face in the shadows. Benjy’s was in clear view though and the second Ben caught sight of it, he was looking down at his feet. “I…”

“You shouldn’t have made him come here,” said Ben, voice flat, forcibly cold. You stepped closer until he was moving away, pushing him back towards the light. 

If he’d only face you and Benjy.

“She didn’t.” Benjy stopped a few feet away from his father, breathing deeply. “I-I…” He closed his eyes and nodded to himself. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Everything you said was true.” You walked around the other side of the firepit, knowing he wouldn’t turn to face Benjy. His eyes were puffy and red, dried tear streaks down his cheeks. He was exhausted, no fight left in him.

If Benjy asked him to jump in that fire you had no doubt in your mind he’d do it.

After all this time, he still thought so little of himself.

“Look at me,” said Benjy.

“No,” Ben breathed out. 

“You think you’re the only one that’s been crying?” 

“Benjy I’m not afraid to let you see me cry,” said Ben, closing his eyes. “You said you never wanted to see my face again so-”

“I changed my mind.”

“You changed it because your mom-”

“You didn’t tell me you were fucking abused as a kid. You didn’t tell me the Russia shit. You didn’t tell me anything! You let me think you’re awful because you want me to hate you because you think you deserve it.”

“Bad things happening to me don’t excuse my past behavior. I still did everything you accused me of doing. You should not change your feelings because you feel sorry for someone,” said Ben. 

“So you’ll listen to mom when she says she doesn’t hate you but not me?” Ben slowly opened his eyes, finding yours as you cupped his cheek.

“Mom didn’t like me much at first,” he whispered. “Rightly so.”

“And you beat yourself up too much,” you said, putting your hand over his mouth when he went to interrupt. “Yes you did bad things. But you’ve paid for it and now you do so much good with your life. You raised a son not afraid to cry. Not afraid of his father. One that wants his dad back. You did so much better than your dad, Ben. Your proof of being good is standing right there. He’s going to be shocked and angry and I’m sure it’s going to take him time to work through it. But you’re not losing him.”

Ben swallowed, taking hold of your hand before he spun around. He wrinkled his nose, Benjy sniffling. 

“So you’re Soldier Boy?” he asked. Ben nodded. “So do supes not like, age?”

“I’ve looked like I’m in my forties for awhile,” said Ben. “Like, a really long while.”

“But you look like you’re in you’re fifties…” he said. Ben shrugged, squeezing your hand.

“Dad got rid of his powers when you were four,” you said. Ben glanced at you as you nodded. “I told him most things but not…”

“I don’t want to scare him,” said Ben. Benjy was doing a good job of looking particularly vulnerable though and Ben sighed. “You were kidnapped as a child. You and Millie. It’s why I destroyed Vought Tower.”

“Y-You did that? But you saved all those people-”

“I saved only the good ones. The rest…you can call me a monster for it but what they wanted to do to you and your sister…keep you from us and turn you into the next little versions of Homelander…once you were safe, I had to make sure no one ever hurt you again.” Benjy blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to absorb the information. “I’m sorry.”

“For protecting me? For fucks sake dad, I’m not mad at you for that. Vought was a dirty company and the whole world knows it.” Benjy ran his hands through his hair, letting them rest on top of his head. Then his eyes shifted, his bottom lip wobbling. “I remember that day.”

“So much for wiping memories,” you mumbled as Benjy stepped right into his father’s arms and hung on for dear life. 

“I remember,” he cried, Ben shushing him as Benjy buried his face in the crook of Ben’s neck. “Soldier Boy saved us. They told us we’d never see our parents again but you got us away from them.”

“It was my fault you were put in that position in the first place.”

“No it wasn’t,” you said. Benjy nodded, Ben sighing again. “See? We outnumber you so we win.”

“Okay,” he said, a barely there smile on his face. “You two can win this time.”

“You’re really cold dad,” said Benjy, moving his arms up and down his back. “You haven’t been outside all night have you?”

“Knowing your father, he has. Why don’t you two boys drive home together and when we get home, we can have that pizza and talk the rest of this out, okay?” 

“Okay,” said Benjy, Ben nodding quietly. You let them go on ahead of you while you dealt with the fire. When you got in your car, Ben waiting for you on the road to follow, you let out a shaky breath.

“Please let them both be okay. Please, please.”

“Guys…” you said when you got home a few minutes after the boys. The house was quiet. Way too quiet. You ducked outside, spotting the lights on in Ben’s garage. You raised an eyebrow as you opened the heavy door to inside, eyes going wide.

Ben was wearing his Soldier Boy uniform, still fitting as well as ever. Meanwhile Benjy was tossing around his replacement shield, this one made from a polycarbonate instead of the heavy metal his original had been.

“Yeah, hold it like that and you can use it as a weapon,” said Ben as Benjy moved his arm downwards. “Exactly! Just like that.”

“Well, looks like you two are besties again,” you said, crossing your arms as they both stumbled, turning their heads towards you.

“He wanted to see the suit,” said Ben, Benjy tossing the shield back at him. 

“For my research paper,” said Benjy, Ben giving him a thumbs up. You shook your head and pulled them both into a hug, grateful Benjy was still small enough to get wrapped up in your arms.

A year from now you had the feeling he’d be just as large as his father.

“I’m just happy you both seem better,” you said.

“We talked on the way home a lot. I was quick to judge dad. He…he had a harder time of doing the right thing on his own. And the stuff he did…he’s not that person anymore. Right dad?”

“I do my best,” he said softly, offering you a smile. “The credit goes to mom though. After Russia I was…I’ve never been so alone and afraid and I didn’t know how to even let myself admit that. But mom wouldn’t let me be an asshole and I knew if I wanted her, I had to get rid of the crap. So when she tells you to clean your room or not stay up until three in the morning playing video games, listen to her. She’s wise beyond her years.”

“You’re a flirt, old man,” you teased.

“Kiddo,” he grinned, Benjy’s jaw dropping.

“Oh my god! That’s why you guys call each other that! We never understood cause you told us dad’s only like, five years older but…wait how old are you?” asked Benjy. “Cause Soldier Boy fought in world war two…”

“Well…I was born in 1921,” said Ben. Benjy stared at him, eyes as wide as saucers. “So yeah, over a hundred at this point.”

“Dad! You’re, you’re like a grandpa!” Ben gave him a bitchface, your heart warming at the sight of them teasing each other again.

“I technically am a grandpa.”

“Homelander has a kid! What the fuck!” he said, looking back and forth between you both. “What-”

“Don’t worry about him. And while I may be old, I can still beat your ass to get the last of the ice cream,” he said. He took off running towards the house, Benjy hot on his heels. You shook your head, smiling at your lovable idiots.

By the time you were inside the house again, Ben was sitting on top of Benjy in the kitchen, pinning him down easily as he took a big bite out of the last cookie ice cream sandwich.

“There is no way he doesn’t have powers! He’s still super strong!”

“Maybe I retained a smidge superhuman strength. You better start bulking up if you want to keep up, kid,” he said, taking another bite, this one much smaller. Ben sat back, giving you a smile, the both of you knowing he was giving Benjy an opening.

One he quickly took before wrestling his dad to the ground and stealing the rest of the sandwich. You stepped around them where they wriggled around the floor to pop the pizza in the oven to warm up.

“Hey! You ate half! You’re only supposed to take a bite!” said Benjy as he finished off the ice cream.

“You disowned me for four hours! I get an extra bite this time for that,” said Ben, flipping Benjy onto his back.

“Boys not in the kitchen,” you said, sighing as they rolled and hit the kitchen table. “I said-”

The front door swung open, Millie standing there with her duffel bag over her shoulders, kicking off her shoes.

“Oh my god, you won’t believe what happened. So Bree’s mom’s boyfriend…” she trailed off when she saw Ben in his uniform, a flash of fear on his face. “So is it public knowledge dad is Soldier Boy now or what?”

“Excuse me?” you said.

“You knew?” said Benjy, his face in a scowl. “You knew and didn’t tell me! I just bitched out dad and had to go through a whole lot of crying and-”

“You yelled at dad? Oh my god, Benjy. Did you not for one second think about how Soldier Boy and dad look identical? And how he would have grown up in a time period that was very different and that if you ever looked at the Vought trails a certain Benjamin was the only successful candidate? A Benjamin with an asshole father? I figured this all out when I was like ten, Benjy.”

“You’ve known for six years!” he said.

“Dad gave me a stuffed Soldier Boy bear when I was an infant Benjy! I’m not a fucking idiot like someone.”

“I’m not an idiot! You’re an idiot for not telling me! Did you find out all the stuff he-”

She rolled her eyes, walking over to where Ben was sat frozen on the floor. “Daddy. I’m sorry you have an idiot child that doesn’t understand the concept of empathy and using his idiot brain to, oh, think about all the stuff his dad does? Like volunteer a few days a week? And be his baseball coach? And Alex’s soccer coach? And how he’s always doing stuff with Uncle Brian and Joe to raise money for charity? Like clearly some of us know you’re a good guy.”

“Millie’s sleepover wasn’t a sleepover but actually a huge party that-” 

“Benjy!” she said, grabbing for him. He went for her too, Ben on his feet suddenly, grabbing them both and holding them at arms length. “I’m gonna kill you!”

“Stop calling me an idiot!” he shouted back.

“Stop acting like one and I will!” she yelled. Ben just shook his head and smiled as they bickered back and forth, chuckling to himself.

“You’re both idiots and I love you so much,” he said, bringing them into a crushing hug.

“Why am I an idiot!” said Benjy.

“You broke twin code when your sister very clearly decided against the party, even though she was planning on not telling us the truth. So we raised her right and you’re an idiot. And Millie’s an idiot-”

“Hey!”

“She’s an idiot for not telling you when she found out about me because you clearly went through a lot of duress tonight which could have been avoided. So you’re both idiots but that’s to be expected. You come from me after all.”

“Maybe Alex won’t be idiot. At least we got a chance with her,” you teased.

“Mom!” the twins said, Ben still laughing as he hugged them tight. He kissed them both on top of their heads, cupping their cheeks when he let them pull back.

“If you two…I would understand if you didn’t want me around anymore,” he said. 

“He’s right,” said Millie.

“We do get our idiocy from you.”

“Clearly,” said Millie.

“Kiddo, why did we want kids again?” he chuckled, nervously pulling away from them both. “So you’re both…okay with me being your dad still?”

“Obviously,” said Millie. He gave Benjy a careful glance, getting a hug in return.

“Yeah. I think I was in shock and it all came out wrong. I got that from you too?”

“Yes, yes you did,” said Ben. He closed his eyes and smiled. “Please do not tell-”

“Oh Alex knows too. Apparently it’s just the males genes in the family prone to more idiotic behaviors,” said Millie. Benjy growled as she stuck out her tongue at him.

“Good to know there’s no more secrets to be had then,” you said.

“Please tell me you didn’t tell Alex about the being tortured in Russia for forty years stuff. I know she’s ten but-” Millie’s face crumbled, tears instantly falling down her cheeks.

“Daddy was tortured?” she said, staring up at him. “F-For forty…that’s why you have PTSD. Dad…”

And then she was bawling, clinging to Ben like she four years old again and cutting her knee open on the driveway.

“Guys, you gotta stop crying,” said Ben, closing his eyes. “You’re fucking kiling me today.”

“What’d they do to you?” she asked.

“Yeah you didn’t exactly say,” said Benjy. You thought back to the tapes you’d watched, Ben’s eyes on you, the twins following it. “Mom knows.”

“Mom never cries,” said Millie as you wiped off your face. 

“Some things parents shouldn’t tell their children. And you two, and apparently Alex, already know more than you should. This isn’t your burden to bear,” said Ben.

“But who do you talk to about this stuff? You have PTSD from being tortured in Russia as Soldier Boy. You can’t walk into a therapists office like a normal person,” said Millie.

“You can talk to us dad,” said Benjy, smiling at you. “Mom too. You said some stuff earlier about your dad and so much bad stuff that happened.”

“What happened to mommy?” asked Millie, your heart breaking at her words. She was always going to be a daddy’s girl. But it’d been years since she’d called you that.

“Really, really bad stuff,” said Benjy. “But dad protected her and stopped those bad people.”

“Good. Slaughter ‘em all,” she said. “I hope all those Russian fucks are dead too.”

“Violence is never the answer,” said Ben. She gave him a bitchface and crossed her arms. “Okay. If anyone touched any of you, the person would rather be dead than what I had planned for them but still, you shouldn’t-”

“Exactly. Dad gets it,” she said. 

“Why do I feel like we’ve both failed and succeed as parents?” you asked.

“It’s been a long day. They don’t hate me so I’ll count that as a win today,” said Ben. He threw his head back when the twins started asking questions about Russia again. “Guys. Mom and I need to talk about what we want to share. If that changes, we will let you know. Now set the table.”

Ben slid over to you, taking your hand and pulling you out to the back porch, away from prying ears. He exhaled long and slow, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Are you mad I told Benjy the truth?” you asked.

“God no, kiddo,” he said, lifting his head, touching his forehead to yours. “I’m mad at myself for not acting like his parent and letting my emotions get the better of me. When he tore into me like that…it felt like when I used to run away because I was so scared of hurting you. I thought he was better off without me and then you come in with Benjy being so different around me and clearly I have some work to do on being a dad.”

“Honey, he opened some of your oldest wounds without understanding. You will always carry that pain. You have every right to get scared, just as much as the rest of us. You are as human as we are. And Benjy, Ben, when he stopped being angry for a split second and thought about why you could have done those things, he was horrified that he’d lost you.” You leaned forward, kissing the tip of his nose. “You’re okay. The kids love you. Benjy got scared today and so did you. It’s okay.”

“I know,” he breathed out, glancing at the house. “I just…I wish they didn’t have to know and could be normal kids.”

“Hey. Millie went to a party tonight but changed her mind, on her own, that it was too much for her and came home. I’d say we’re doing something right.”

“Should we ground her for that?” he asked. “Cause I really don’t want to. Plus she was crying about the Russia thing and she called you mommy and I can’t take another meltdown tonight.”

“We’ll let it slide. She’s a good kid,” you said, hugging him tight. “So. Soldier Boy.”

“Been awhile since you’ve said that with the kids home,” he murmured. 

“They’re old enough to know who dad is. As much as you want to tell them, we will.”

“Want to tell them how we really fell in love?” he asked, a soft smile on his face. You nodded, Ben leaning down, kissing your gently. “Thank you for never giving up on me. I know you risked your relationship with Benjy for me.”

“He’s you, Ben. He’s you if you’d never had the scars or the pain. Sure it was a risk but I knew how it’d turn out. Or I had a pretty good idea at least,” you said.

“Pizza is done if you two want to stop making out!” shouted Millie, her head popping out the back door.

“Ew! Oh my god, Mil, I totally forgot to tell you when mom came home early she was talking about having bought some special lube or-”

“Okay, end of discussion,” said Ben, shaking his head and taking your hand, leading you into the house. “No more lube talk. No more drama. Let’s have pizza like a regular family and maybe if you two can behave, mom and me will tell you how we got together, hm? Sound like a plan?”

For once, they both snapped their mouths shut, plopping down into their seats at the table.

“Oh, we’ll have to remember this. We can bribe them with information about ourselves,” you said as Ben dished up the pizza.

“Excellent idea,” he said as you both took seats at the table, the twins already digging in. 

“Story time,” said Millie with her mouthful, slurping up a piece of cheese. “Oh and give all the details please and thank you.”

“Well there was your father, butt ass naked,” you said, both their eyes wide. “He was very, very hot. And-”

“Too much detail,” said Benjy, shaking his head. “Way too much detail.”

“Well I want to know the details,” said Millie. They started to bicker back and forth, deciding how much information they wanted to know, Ben chuckling around his slice of pizza.

“Old man?” you whispered, leaning in close. “I don’t think you have to worry about our family not being normal anytime soon.”

“Me too,” he breathed out, reaching under the table to squeeze your hand. “Thank you.”

“Love you too Ben.”

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[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck • Part 6

I Caught Fire

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Word Count: 900

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

A/N: I know, I know - I'm sorry I suck at posting. Again - none of this was planned to go on after Part 1 😂 Only warning is this is just a short silly idea that popped into my head. However, I do have something else that's much longer cooking up, I just have been on the struggle bus to finish it. Ideas and suggestions are always welcome and what keeps this nonsense going. If you wanna spam me with replies, gifs, reblogs, what you love about these - maybe it will get the inspo bus moving along again. xoxo thank you so much for all the love so far 🥰

Bucky arrives at the house to meet up with you. You both had plans to check out the local farmer's market.

Nora opens the door with a welcoming smile, "Hey, Bucky!" She pulls him into a quick warm hug.

"Good to see your handsome face around here again," She teases while stepping back to let him step inside, "She's in the attic, go on up."

Bucky gets to the attic landing and hears music.

Stopping short he waits a moment to listen. You're singing along to the song playing.

He takes a seat on the bottom steps, enjoying the moment of you happily singing along without a care in the world.

"I'm melting, I'm melting!

In your eyes, I lost my place

Could stay a while

And I'm melting

In your eyes like my first time

That I caught fire

Just stay with me, lay with me.."

Benji walks out of his room and is about to let out a shout of excitement when Bucky holds a hand up and brings his finger up to his lips to silence him. He waves Benji over and pats the open spot next to him.

Benji runs over and takes a seat next to Bucky with a grin.

Bucky silently nods his head towards the stairs and points upstairs with an eyebrow raised.

Benji answers the silent question with a shrug and nod, as if to say, "Yup, this is what we deal with here."

"You can stay and watch me fall

And of course, I'll ask for help

Just stay with me now

We could take our heads off, stay in bed

Just make love, that's all

Just stay with me now!"

Bucky's eyebrows raise so high they almost levitate off his face.

The chorus starts up again and you let out a string of curses, "Shit. Damnit. Fuck. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7- Wait...Shit.. 6-7-8-9-10..."

Bucky holds his palms up and mouths, "What is she doing?"

Benji then mimes crocheting while mouthing the answer. "She lost count or something, happens a lot..." He whispers.

The next song starts to play. A soft guitar intro begins only to then be broken up with fast drums and heavier guitar, the unexpected transition almost startles Bucky.

Benji starts air drumming along to the song while headbanging.

Bucky lets out a silent laugh with a shake of his head.

"The toxicity of our city, of our city," you join in, singing along to the more aggressive chorus of Toxicity by System of a Down, "YOU, what do you own the world?

How do you own disorder? Disorder!

Now! Somewhere between the sacred silence

Sacred silence and sleeeep

Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep

Disorder, disorder, disorder!"

Benji is still busy in his fantasy drum performance rocking out.

Bucky starts to wonder what exactly happens in this household on a daily basis. He's certain nothing he can possibly imagine will be anything close to the actual reality.

His phone vibrates in his pocket pulling him out from his thoughts. You had sent him a text.

Did you take a scenic route to get here?

You could say that.. be there sooner than you'd think.

He's about to stand up when Benji grabs his arm and mouths, "Wait. One second..." Benji scurries off to his room and comes back a moment later with his tablet. He taps around for a bit and the song changes. The intro seems to grab your attention because he hears you go "Oooh shit." Benji smirks.

The two sit there a moment, Bucky can hear shuffling and footsteps, but they're not approaching the stairs from what he can tell.

He looks over at Benji to see if he has an answer.

"This is her favorite band," he whispers, he motions Bucky to follow him.

They both slowly move up the stairs, one step at a time, until you're in view. They stay low trying to keep out of sight as much as they can. Benji is lying on his stomach against the stairs with his head peeking up. Bucky continues to sit on a step and has his arm leaning on the next step, propping his head up to watch in amusement as you dance around the attic while carrying your crochet project with you, somehow continuing your row of stitches. You start singing along as the vocals start up.

"If you have an opinion

Maybe you should shove it

Or maybe you could scream it

Might be best to keep it

To yourself…

To yourself!"

Benji hops up and runs over to you as the beat picks up, both of them start jumping up and down with each other.

"This is why I don't leave the house!

You say the coast is clear

But you won't catch me out

Oh, whyyyyy?"

You point your crochet hook at Benji as a makeshift microphone and continue dancing as you shout, "This is why!-" You suddenly catch sight of Bucky leaning against the wall with his arms crossed at the top of the stairs and freeze in your spot.

"How long have you been here..."

"Honest answer?" He asks with a smirk.

"Obviously."

"Something about catching fire a few songs ago."

"Oh my God," You groan in embarrassment. "Creep!" You laugh while throwing a ball of yarn at him.

"Maybe they'll have a karaoke contest you can start at the market."

Another projectile ball of yarn hits his chest.

Song list/links:

I Caught Fire by The Used

Toxicity by System of a Down

This is Why by Paramore

Dividers by @saradika

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[empressofmankind]

[Part I] [Part II]

Oh, SURE.

It's only a dozen odd pirates with billionaire Wanted Poster status on the loose again.

No big deal.

WE SHOULD BE OK.

You better mention the mens now, Robin.

Catch me shouting 'Frreee Wanniii!' when she talked about setting the mens free to the sea, where they belong.

Me but w Croc, ngl

I imagine you recognised LOTR, but this is probably well, truly and comfortably before ya'll's time.

I forgive you.

me having pants problem

At any rate, the boys are back!

The BoYs R BaCk iN ToWn

In sepia, no less. So classy. Much WoW.

I feel robbed of a sepia Bugs though!!

Ahhhh~

Clownboi gets a dramatic full colour we haven't seen.

Me over here, rubbing Croc's shoulders like, don't be upset. Nobody thinks you're the clown's errand boy. Nobody. I promise.

I AM FINE.

I am completely NORMAL about them.

WHEEZES. Me @ing Croc: See??????? Nobody is buying it. Not even sticks-for-brains over here.

I love how Luffy is always like. 110% unto the plot. But then everyone is like "oh Luffy…"

He's so adorkable, I wanna adopt him.

Benji needs a big brother anyway!

And we aren't asking Law to babysit, omfg. He'd probably let her smoke weed or something. SHE'S TEN.

ARGH, I hate getting cock-teased about Luffy's true/secret/actual dream cccccccmonnnn tell me???

But it's probably the end all, be all, plot line. We can't be far off now. How much more, 2 years? 3 years? We're getting there.

I've said it before and I am saying it again - the One Piece is freedom.

The kind of freedom only a ship and the wide open sea can provide, literally or otherwise.

THAT is Luffy's dream.

To be free, and to bring freedom to everyone else.

Just like Roger did.

That notion is as old as the age of piracy itself, mind. And isn't that what the manga calls it, the "great age of piracy"?

Freedom.

I am telling you:

#episode 1088 #one piece 1088 #one piece anime #one piece #one piece anime spoilers #one piece screenshots #one piece liveblog #buggy thoughts #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #cross guild #monkey d. luffy

[linkbetweenlinksau]

7, 9, and 14 :3

Bless you for having the questions right here for me to see

7. What’s the weirdest thing (character) has done/ would do? I think this is meant to have a specific character mentioned, but I’ll try to give a good answer lol. I think the weirdest thing is def Sky breaking into people’s houses and sleeping in their beds lol. Not even Wild does that. And yeah I know that Sky grew up with the people of skyloft, but I love to imagine that he just does that. So when he’s out of skyloft, he discovers that not everyone likes it when a random stranger goes into their home and sleeps in their beds lol. Apparently people will call the town guard on you 🤔

9. What headcanons/ plans do you have about (character)’s family? I think this is meant to be another specific character, but I think a lot about the Link’s families! Sky, Minish, Time, and Legend I have no ideas, but there’s Hyrule’s family that I think about the most! His mother is a great fairy and his father is a Hylian, so he himself is a half fairy! His father Benji married his mother Faima since he was conceived and they raised him together. But unfortunately, while traveling Hyrule, Benji lost sight of his son, and they got separated. Benji spent most of his time looking for his son (his real name is Orchid) but he was basically renamed Link and was all over Hyrule. So he wasn’t able to find him until after the events of aol. Benji and Faima were pretty distraught knowing how rare and valuable their son is, so it was bad vibes. But now that they’ve reunited, they’re trying to rekindle their relationship! But Hyrule doesn’t remember much of his childhood, just vague memories of his parents, so it’s a challenge.

Twilight’s biological family still has me confused. Idk how old I want him to be when he meets Rusl and Uli, idk how his parents died, idk where they died, idk what’s happening. But I do know that during the temple of time, Link was officially adopted by Rusl and Uli. Very wholesome and cute.

Four’s mother was a very tough woman, which ended up being her demise. When he was 3 months old, she got sick and ended up collapsing cuz she kept pushing through. Leon (Four’s father) found her and took her to the healer, and she ended up dying. Leon had to take time off from being a knight to take care of his son, fortunately the king was very kind and understanding, and many women were able to help feed Four since he was still a baby. When Four got older, the king allowed him and Lily (his Zelda) to be raised together while Leon was working. That’s why the two are so close, and Leon helped Lily when the king eventually passed away. It’s just Four and his father now

Windy’s parents died when he was like… four? Or five. He was pretty young. His mother died during child birth, and his father and grandfather died during a hurricane. Grandma and Aryll were all he had left. He has vague memories of his father, he still remembers him promising Windy to take him fishing someday. But it never happened.he adores his sister and grandma of course, and he sorta had to grow up to help raise Aryll and many of the kids on outset. He was at an awkward age where he was too young to hang out with the adults, but too old to hang out with the kids, and he always had to babysit them. So he spent a lot of time alone or with Aryll, since she’s a lovely sister.

I have no ideas for Spirit so moving onto Wild and Age. They basically have the same family sooooo yeah. His father is Ammon and his mother is Sarah. Sarah is from Hateno and trained under her father to be a blacksmith. Ammon is from castle town and has had a rough time after his older brother, Georgie, died. He got motivated to join the army and to protect people, and that led him to Hateno where he and Sarah met. Age/Wild have/had a younger sister named Aryn, who’s much younger than her older brother, probably around 12, and she’s a more positive upbeat kinda gal. His grandfather is an intimidating and strict old man, but he has a soft spot for his grandchildren. They rarely see Ammon’s parents tho since their relationship is very strained. Not much else to say, beloved. Rip Wild.

And Warriors…. When he was very little, probably 5, he was with his twin sister Linkle, his grandmother, and his father. Monsters attacked their village and they got separated, with Linkle sticking with her grandmother, and Warriors sticking with his father. They all assumed they were dead. Linkle and her grandmother stayed at some outskirts village while Warriors and his father stayed near castle town since his father is a knight. Warriors got pretty popular with the knights that his father knew, and when he was 12, his father passed away. Warriors went to his father’s best friend, Theo and asked him to train him when he was 13 cuz he wanted to follow his father’s footsteps, so he was trained. Hence why he’s so good at fighting. Their grandmother died a little before the war of eras, so he never reunited with her. But he and his twin sister were able to meet again :)

Phew ok that’s it, I hope that makes sense and I hope that’s how you’re supposed to answer the question 😭😭

14. Do you have any headcanons about the races of Hyrule? Man this would’ve been the perfect time to talk about Hylians vs humans 😭😭 guess I’ll do it again. Hylians and humans are very similar to each other, but they are physically different! Obviously Hylians have pointy ears, and it allows them to hear better than humans. They’re also much tougher than humans. They can fall from a high height into water or on land and have a higher chance of surviving than if a human were to fall. They can also handle extreme temperatures much better than humans. This is all based on gameplay in Zelda, which I know that Link is pretty tough in game cuz it’s a video game, but hey, there’s gotta be some differences! This is more focused on my strangers across eras au but it’s fun to think of differences between the races!

#asks #hoo boy #there’s a lot #didn’t have the energy to talk about other races