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trentslocss · 10 months ago

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Superdad - TAA

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x reader

Warnings: none!

Summary: You and Trent have a daughter and even though being a mother gets super hard sometimes, superdad is there to save you! ❤️

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Your 3 year old daughter, Tammy, was a (im)perfect mix of you and your husband Trent. She had mostly his looks and her character was literally half yours and half his. But, this could unfortunately cause problems, especially for you.

You see, Tammy is of course a daddy’s girl. Trent can’t help but spoil her in every way possible (just like he has been doing with you since you have met 5 years ago). Since both of you have quite distinctive characters, she definitely knows how to throw a tantrum. Just like she has done right now.

You were supposed to go to work, but Tammy just wouldn’t stop crying. She was used to Trent taking her to kindergarten every morning, but today he had to get to the Axa training center earlier than usual, so you were supposed to get her dressed and take her on your way to work. But Tammy wasn’t pleased with the way you did her hair, the way you dressed her, the pancakes you have made for her and basically with the fact that you were taking her instead of Trent himself.

“I’m not going anywhere! You can’t force me to do anything!” She screamed at you as she started taking off her shoes one by one, clumsily (taken after you). “Baby I know you wanted daddy to take you but he had to leave earlier. I’m sorry but I can’t change that and I can’t just leave you here”. You tried to reason her, but she just wouldn’t listen. “I’m not going anywhere until daddy comes home!” She screamed, crying as she stormed to her room.

You were utterly exhausted and didn’t know what to do anymore. You had to be at work 15 minutes ago. You knew she wouldn’t stop making a problem out of this but you couldn’t miss a day of work and you couldn’t let her get everything her way every time she wanted to. You tried calling Trent’s mother and his younger brother but they were all too busy to come and help you. You considered calling Trent but didn’t want to bother him. He had a tendency to think if you called him during practice it was a literal emergency and someone was dying, so he’d rush home straight away without even having to pick up the phone (idiot).

After trying to get her to go another 2 times, trying 5 separate outfits and making another batch of pancakes, you had given up. You were taking off your work clothes and, out of frustration, crying. (With a tub of ice cream, of course:) )

With the sounds of you crying on one side of the house and your daughter on the other, Trent entered the house. You didn’t even realise. Why would you, it was 10 in the morning and he wasn’t supposed to be home before 1 pm, at least.

“Yellow submarine, yellow submarine- Hey honey, why are you home?” Trent entered the house singalonging, confused to see you at home, on the couch with a tub of ice cream in your hand at 10 in the morning. “And why are you crying baby, is everything okay?” “No” You sobbed into your chin, not even knowing what to tell him.

“Is that Tammy crying over there? Why is she still at home?” He asked but you wouldn’t stop crying. He hugged you and kissed your forehead, standing up. “I’m gonna go there and see what’s going on. Please, relax a bit. Okay?” You nodded as you continued sobbing. watching him leave to the child’s bedroom.

*Knock knock* “Tammy baby is everything okay?” He entered the room, seeing your daughter in distress, half clothed in a pink dress and half i na purple jumpsuit. “Baby what’s the matter. Did you get in a fight with your mom?”

Tammy didn’t say anything, just looked at the ground and at some point stopped crying. “Baby you know you can’t fight with your mom. Your mom is always right, she knows what’s best. What happened?” He sat down in front of her, trying to get a look into her eyes. “It wasn’t that daddy I-��

“I was just angry because I wanted you to take me to kindergarten” Trent’s face shifted from a serious and worried one into a smile. “Oh is that so?” “Yes! She didn’t do my hair right, her clothes combinations were so bad and even the pancakes were bad! You do it way better.”

Trent chuckled. He didn’t do any of these things better than you. The hair, maybe, but other than that he was terrible at all those things. He just learned how to do them so you wouldn’t have to get up too early in the morning and somewhere in that process she chose to love it more than she loved yours.

“Okay baby listen. Now, mommy is very upset. So here’s what we’ll do. You get this clothing mess in order and brush your teeth while I go talk to her. Then I’ll do your hair and clothes and all three of us will go out for breakfast. Does that sound okay?”

“Will there be pancakes?” She said in a half sad tone, which made Trent say through a chuckle “Yes, yes. There will be pancakes. Now go get ready you squirrel.” This nickname always made Tammy chuckle and she did, in fact get up and got ready.

“Babe, is everything okay?” You heard Trent say while wiping your last tears away. “I’m a terrible mother Trent. I sometimes think she doesn’t even love me” You started crying again. “Oh no baby that’s not true! Come here, let me tell you something” He said as he took your head and put it on his chest. You continued sobbing there as he started talking.

“When Tammy first got here I was so scared. The first night at the hospital was the scariest night of my life. Thinking about all the responsibilities and how I’d have to actually raise a human being was so scary. But somewhere along the way I realised - she is just a little friend of mine I have to take a lot of care of. Like a drunk Nuñez kind of friend.” You chuckled. How could he be like this in such a serious situation and still always make you laugh.

“Anyway, the point being, she still doesn’t know or understand a lot of things. You think i know how to make pancakes girl? They suck. But she just loves them because she loves spending time with me. You see her more than me and those silly pancakes and that silly hair and dressing process matter to her because that’s how we spend our quality time together. It doesn’t mean she loves me more or that she doesn’t love you. It just means we will both have different rituals with her the other won’t be able to fulfil. And that’s totally okay.”

You nodded through little sobs which were already dying down. You looked him in the eyes and realised how much you loved him. He smiled and caressed your thigh with his hand, giving you a little wink and a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, go get ready. I’m taking you girls out on breakfast for some real pancakes not that shit I feed you every morning with.” You chuckled again as he gave you a peck, lifting you up off of the couch and encouraging you to leave to get ready to go out.

Trent did her hair just how she liked it, matched her outfit to his (and then made you match with them too). When you all got ready you went for a great walk downtown with the best pancakes ever. Even though he wasn’t always there and sometimes made it hard in you, he really was a super dad.

#liverpool #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold #football imagine #lfc #lfc players #taa #taa66 #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander x you

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byunpum · 2 years ago

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Heyy!! I read your fic ''MY LOST CHILD…'' and i really loved it. Can you imagine where Aunt Sully meets Quaritch I would really like to see her reaction to him coming back

A small continuation of "My lost child".

PART 1

Pair: Aunt Sully human x Spider Socorro (mother and son)

Note: I have two requests that are practically the same thing. So I decided to put them together. +HERE+

"You guys get out of here" you shout pushing your nephews and son on the edge of the ship. They must get out of the place quickly, everything was sinking. And between gunshots and chaos if they didn't get out of there fast a catastrophe was going to happen. You grabbed your nephews' arms and pulled them into the water. They were scared, and you could see how their little eyes were looking for comfort with you. "Calm down…go!!!" you command, taking spider's hand. You had managed to rescue your son, after neytiri left you at the base of the boat.

"Mom…but you can't stay" says spider, his voice was shaken and he was starting to cry. You take his arm, pulling him closer to the edge. "Follow your cousins…just get out of here" you say. Spider starts to climb up to the edge of the tubes that overlooked the ocean. It wasn't until you hear a loud voice that was shouting your name. That voice you hadn't heard 15 years ago, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you watch as Spider's eyes meet yours.

You were very young when you came to Pandora, only 20 years old. You were the youngest human to enter the pandora program. You had studied so hard since you were 18 years old, in order to enter this program with your older brother, and you had succeeded. You were sent long before your brother. This gave you the opportunity to get to know the Omaticaya clan deeply and create a relationship with everyone in the clan. Although you could not have your avatar, they accepted you. You were the only human allowed in the clan. Everything was perfect, but the only mistake you made was falling in love with Colonel Miles Quaritch, a man who was older than you, who had his own goals and you were his doll that he could use as he pleased. You had put up with everything, even when Jake came to Pandora. You stayed with him, everyone told you to stay away. But no…you married this man. And you loved him…but he had hurt you so many times.

"Y/N" Quaritch's voice was loud. All your memories come flooding back. Neteyam and lo'ak had already moved away. But because of your state of shook, you were still holding spider's arm. He was holding you, moving you a little to make you come to your senses. You turn your head slowly, your eyes widen. He was there, in his new avatar body, but his features were identical. You swear you feel like you're going to throw up.

Quaritch has a cheeky grin on his face as he takes a step forward. "You look just as beautiful as you did that last night we met," he says coldly, fucking bastard. He turns his head to the side a little, waiting for you to say something. "Spider…back yes. Behind me' you say, pushing spider back behind your back. The boy holds onto your arm, while you hold the gun you had in your arm. Pointing it at him.

"I see that since you couldn't have your own kid…you decided to steal mine" Quaritch says sarcastically. You feel the spider's grip on your arm tighten. He shouldn't be listening to all this…he was your son. He always has been, you were his mother. "HE IS MY SON!!!" you scream, anger and frustration coursed through your body. But you were so afraid, it was an old fear. It was a feeling he provoked in you. "Mom.." says spider in a low voice. You raise your gun and point it in Quaritch's face.

"No… she isn't. And she never will be, he had his mother" says quaritch, but is interrupted when spider shouts behind you. "SHUT UP!!!" you feel your son hug you more from behind, pulling you further over the edge. You could barely express how you felt, you were supposed to defend your son. But no part of your body could move. You see how he's getting closer, and your heart races. "Mom…come on!!!" shouts spider, dragging you by the shoulder.

It wasn't until you see how he's inches away from you, he leans over and tries to grab spider by the arm. You point and shoot…

"Mom, if I ever get lost, will you come and rescue me?" asks a little spider, the boy was only 6 years old. They were lying on the roof of the lab looking up at the stars, while you stroked his hair. "I will send out an army to find you, in the middle on the darkest night. It's true, I will rescue you" you hum, while you feel his little arms hug you more. "I love you mama" says spider, rising from your chest. You smile at him and take his hand for a kiss. "I love you even more my little sunshine" you say.

Your breathing was agitated, and your eyes didn't stop looking at him. You watch as his body falls to the ground, crumpling to the floor in pain. Sure, a human-sized gun couldn't do any damage to an avatar, but many shots will. You tuck your weapon further into your arms, ready to end his life. Oh no, this demon wasn't going to take away the most precious thing you had in this life, your son. You see how he looks up, to meet you, for the first time in your life you can see how he looks at you with fear, for the first time he was the one who begged. With strong and fast steps you get closer, ready to shoot. Until you see how Jake, stands in front of you. "I'll take care of it…get out of here!!!" shouts jake, grabbing your arm and pushing you towards spider. "No, I…" you start to speak. But jake drags you to the edge, where spider hugs you to be close to him.

"I need you alive… I need you to take care of our family. Go with neytiri, that's an order" you obey, but not before taking one last look at Quaritch. He was on the ground, still twitching in pain. The shot went straight into his left shoulder. Spider pushes you further, so that you both enter the water. You swam to a safe area, where Neytiri was, and it wasn't long before you see Jake coming towards you. You feel someone hug you around the waist, spider was on the ground. "You came to rescue me" says spider between tears. "Always" you pull him closer to your chest.

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 1 year ago

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Break Through Au

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You go out ice skating on the lake with your brothers and Things don’t go as planned for you three

Warnings: CPR/Death, Falling through Ice, Hospitals, Yelling

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You were on the ice with your brothers Will and Jay, even though you weren’t allowed to, you guys still went regardless.

It was 10pm, no one would be out here to get in your way or yell at you to get off the ice.

“Cmon Y/n/n, it's better out here” Jay said while attempting to slide farther out to the lake.

“I don’t know Jay, I kinda wanna stay over here. That way I get off easier than struggling to get off if I'm way over there.” you shrugged.

“Alright then, me and will be over there if you need us' ' He pointed towards the middle of the lake.

“Alright, I’m just gonna slide around.” You shivered. Maybe I should work more layers. You thought to yourself.

After a while you got bored and decided to go over to Will and Jay who were “fighting” over who got the better hockey stick.

Will pulled out his phone and checked the time. “Guys it’s 11 o'clock, she should head home now, if we all get a cold moms gonna know that we went outside without asking her, especially if Y/n gets sick”

“But I'm getting good at hockey,” you whined.

Will and Jay just have you that look. “Alright alright let’s go” You caved.

Because your brothers were better on ice than you were, they went up ahead of you.

“GUYS! I'M NOT AS FAST AS YOU SLOW DO-“ Before you could finish your sentence a loud Crack interrupted you.

That made the two Halstead brothers come to a halt and turn around to you. “No,” Jay whispered. “Y/n don’t move, just stay still we’ll come to you”

Before you could say anything the Ice broke.

Jays pov:

“Y/N, SHIT NO” I screamed, my little sister just fell through the ice.

Me and Will immediately slide over to where she fell in and I immediately throw my whole arm in the freezing water to see if I can feel Y/n

“Give me your other arm so I can pull you once you get her!” Will shouts.

“Once I touch something that feels semi to a human arm I pull. I can tell it’s Y/n because once I pull I feel a bit of weight.

“PULL WILL, PULL”

Once we were towards the edge of the Lake I pick y/n up bridal style and rushed over to land.

“Put her down here.” Will says.

“What the hell do we do?” I cry

“She’s not breathing, Jay, you need to run back to the house and call someone” Wills is studying medicine so he knows a couple of things about what to do in a life or death situation.

“WHO DO I CALL?” I shout

“I DO GIVE A FUCK, CALL 9-1-1 AND HURRY”

My body moves into autopilot as I’m running through the forest making sure I don’t trip on any rocks or roots.

My legs are burning and I can’t breathe but I can’t stop, if I stop Y/ns gonna die and it’ll be all my fault.

As I reach the house I punch in the code to the door and run upstairs to my bedroom.

I basically almost threw my phone into the air while trying to pick it up.

“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?”

“It’s -it’s my sister, she fell into the lake and I don’t know if she’s breathing”

“Check if she has a pulse”

“My older brother is with her at the lake, he-he's studying medicine so he knows what he’s doing”

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Uhh jay, my names Jay”

“Alright Jay, How old is your sister and how long was she under water for?”

“I don’t- 5 minutes maybe, and her name is Y/n, but we all call her Y/n/n. I don't know what I’m gonna tell my mom, that my littler sister died because we didn’t listen to her?” I’m panicking.

“Jay, I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath, I have help coming on the way right now”

How did she get my location? I didn’t even tell her.

***

The paramedics arrived and Jay led them to the lake where Will was with you.

Will did successfully get you back but you were still unconscious.

Why didn’t we just listen?

***

“15 Year old Female Y/n Halstead, Hypothermia after falling through ice, Was unconscious on site and Has a history of Heart issues.” The paramedic listed off all the things

(Ik that Grey's anatomy is in Seattle but because the show is so old let’s just pretend that this happened with them, it’s been awhile since I’ve watched it so if I make mistakes Woops)

“Alright,on my count if we move her. 1…2…3”Alex said.

Alex looked you over and started telling Jo things to do. “I want a head Ct, Keep me updated on her temperature and get me Derek for a consult.” Jo nodded.

Jay and Will followed Dr. Karev outside. “Is she gonna be ok?” Jay asked.

“She’s not out of the woods yet, but we won’t know more until she wakes up which will be a couple of hours”

***

“Jay Halstead and Will Halstead” A stern voice called to them that made them Gulp.

“What in the world happened, and why did the Atwater’s call me and say that something happened on the lake and I needed to come home?” Your Mom stoked with her hands on her hips.

Jay and Will glanced at each other and knew they had no way out of this so they just decided to tell the truth and get it over with.

“I have told you guys time and time again not to play on that lake during the winter,

If you want to go ice skating go to the bigger one. Y/n has been punished enough, and as for you too, just until we get home, me and your father Will real with you. Do you understand?”

“Yes mom,” The boys said together.

“Alright, either the Atwater’s or the Uptons are going to pick you guys up and take you home. I will stay here with your sister, your father should be at home by now”

“But mom-“ Jay said. “No buts, wait here”

***

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and A lot had happened.

You were on the News, people came to your school and spoke about Ice safety. Jay and Will were indeed grounded but only for two weeks. The lake was now closed off while they were still doing an investigation. Which you didn’t understand why because it’s not like anything else happened but it was whatever.

“Y/n hurry up you’re going to miss the bus!” Jay shouted from downstairs.

“HOLD ON IM COMING” You grabbed your backpack and ran down the stairs.

After getting all your stuff in your backpack you got all your stuff ready to walk to the bus stop.

“Alright, what’s the rules?” Will questioned you.

“No wandering off to the other lake, don’t take off my jackets unless I really need to and don’t get anything that will drop my body temperature”

“Good.”

“Do you still have to put my hat and Jacket on for me? I’m 15 years old.”

“Because of recent events and mom being gone and I’m going to leave soon I need to make sure you're ok, plus your body temperature is still not to its normal temp yet so layers it is.” You rolled your eyes at what would be said.

“I will pick you up for your doctor's appointment maybe 30 minutes before school ends, and Jay will drop your lunch off at the front office” Will said as he started walking at the door.

“Bye will see you later”

Once Will was gone, you ate the last of your waffles and grabbed your hot chocolate or what Jays calls “Jay's famous Hot chocolate” but it tasted like any other drink.

***

“I miss having you out on the lake by the middle school” Your friend Ellie said.

“Me too, but ever since my mom died Will and Jay have been strict on what I can do since my dad won’t really do much and they're trying to get me to learn stuff before Will leaves for New York and Jay leaves to serve” You shrugged.

“But I did convince Jay to get you some fries and nuggets” You laughed

“You are literally the best, I really didn’t feel like spending all my money in my account today” Yeah the school food was expensive but it’s because you guys had fast food restaurants in your cafeteria so I guess it made sense.

***

“Hey Nugget” Will greeted you as you got into the car.

“Hi Will, can we please get McDonald’s after my appointment?”

“Sure, where’s Jay? I told him he could get out of school early since he has a free period this week.”

“He said he wanted to stay at school, so he’s probably just walking around the hallways or doing whatever Jay does” You shrugged.

You thought about it for a while, your life was somewhat falling apart. Will was leaving for New York. Jay was getting deployed so you weren’t gonna see him. And your mom was gone so all you had left was your Dad, and your dad wasn’t the best person now since your dad died.

“Hey Will?”You broke the silence

“Yeah Nugget?”

“I’m- I’m gonna miss you when you leave” Here comes the water works.

“Me too Y/n me too”

Life from now on was going to be way different for you , and everyone around you knew that. You were going to get through it and it was going to be Ok. Right?

Well that’s at least what you thought…

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msookyspooky · 1 year ago

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Fours a Franchise

Part 10

wordcount: 6,437

(Sorry for the very lengthy wait I had horrible writers block and kinda didn't want to write this 🥲 TW: Massive angst ahead and traumatic situations)

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Just like that…Just like that, your worst fear came to life. The entire reason why you didn't tell anyone just happened right before your very eyes and there wasn't a single thing you could do about it. Billy and Stu were gone and you were alone in the dark near that dimly lit barn. Randy ran off and never wants to see you again and everything was utterly fucked.

You didn't care at this point if Gale won a court case and took you to trial again or if everyone thought you really were what Stab made you out to be… Prison for possibly being an accomplice to murder or God knows what else they could throw at you wasn't even on your mind as much as it should be.

All you could think of was how the very few people you had left in this world would hate you. How you betrayed Randy even if you were only trying to save him and how he would never be able to trust you again. How Dewey would feel about this betrayal of hiding his sister's murderers or whatever family you had and what they would think. But right now? Randy stung the most because not only were you losing a good friend you've had through thick and thin for 10 years and on and off for 15…You were losing two 6 year olds that you loved. They were the closest thing to kids you had. And their mother, a woman that may not be your best friend, but you liked Karla. She was a friend in your eyes…And you just lost them all by one stupid mistake. One or two tiny mistakes that unraveled everything you tried so hard to hide…One dumb choice that revealed two major dumb decisions you've made; Billy and Stu.

You were so tired. You wanted to just curl up in bed and sob your eyes out…Even if Stu and Billy stuck up for you; you didn't have them either. Billy barely tolerated you and it was kind of vice versa with how much bad blood you both had…And Stu?

Stu was there for you a decade ago in his own fucked up way. He cared which was rare for someone like him and you tossed him away. You didn't feel you had a choice! He made so many threats and mistakes that could harm you or your friends in Hollywood. You figured it was best to cut ties! No more guilt, no more shame, no more secrets. Cut ties and pray you never see each other again…But after tonight…You really wish you could curl up into his lap right now and sob your eyes out like he would have gladly done for you a decade ago. Now? Not only were the stakes too high but a decade of you not reaching out stung enough that he moved on…

You were alone. You had nobody and no shoulder to cry on. Your lower lip wobbled as you sniffed hard to try not to cry.

Randy wanted nothing to do with you…Billy and Stu looked at you as a thorn in their side. You were sure of it and things were too awkward now anyways…Gale was selfish as ever…Dewey changed to the point you couldn't fully trust him…You didn't even know if you could go back to Randy's house for your things. If he'd be willing to talk, even if it was him screaming at you, it was better than this.

You could only take a few moments to cry; looking up at the sky for a moment to contemplate what to do. Vision blurry with tears.

Then you jerked when someone touched your arm.

"Hey, there you are I can't find…" Kirby's face fell. "Oh… Are you alright?"

You quickly nodded and turned away, wiping your tears knowing it's not the place nor time. In fact, time was of the essence now. Something she said made you pause before you turned back around to look at her. "Wait…Can't find who?" You sniffled out a bit trying to even your tone.

"Randy. I thought he was with you? He told me to wait in the main barn but he never came back and they already killed the opening girl in the movie…Ya know, Stab on the big screen."

You stared. "He was with me out here but…" You shook your head, mind racing. You thought he would've gotten back to Kirby. You had a sinking feeling at that as you told her. "Let's go back in and see if he's there, alright?"

Kirby nodded and followed you.

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Randy felt that burning in his eyes and a lump in his throat as he tried not to cry. He had to hold it together, damn it! You were the one that did this! You were the one that lied and betrayed everyone!...And with…Them. With those bastards…The fact it was the people that killed your best friends, the guys that shot him, that killed his first love even if it was one sided, that ruined your life and made all of your lives a living hell. It just felt beyond unforgivable.

He stalked to the barn having every intention of telling Kirby to get in the car. To tell her to go drag you back to the car that you all were leaving but…He faltered when he looked at the barn and felt like he could break down any moment. Seeing the crowd of Ghostface's and loud kids. Everything screamed at him that he had to leave…He faltered before marching purposely to his car before he accidentally ran into…Judy.

Judy looked at him. "Mr. Meeks? Everything alright? Where's YN?"

He faltered, "Officer Hicks?...W-What are you doing here?"

"Tracking you and YN while you both were sneaking off without a police escort…Now, where is Miss YN?"

Randy's face soured at just the mention of your name. "...Don't know." He went to walk off and she ordered him to stay put before turning around and lecturing kids on drinking. The second she did, he stalked away mumbling. "Yeah right. Like Hell I'm staying here."

He got to his car and looked under it, in the backseat, got in and went through the rules in his head. Breathing out to try and calm himself. "Under the car…Backseat…Rearview mirrors…Lock doors…"

He felt a huge wave of guilt for a moment at leaving you before sneering to himself. "Stop being soft, Randy…Let Billy and Stu help her. They have all these fucking years." He grumbled to himself as his throat had a lump in it and his eyes burned.

He started his car and went to leave.

Randy didn't even make it halfway as all these angry emotions fueled him and he felt ready to just scream or wail or both. He felt like he never even knew you…His jaw clenched as he got out his phone and while driving down the long gravel driveway…He stared long and hard, almost calling you to rip your ass or tell you to get a ride with Kirby and get your shit and get out of his life. But God, the idea of hearing your voice made him sick.

Not right now. He was too damn hurt and angry.

So…After staring at his starred favorite numbers in his contact list…He clicked on the one below yours…Dewey.

It rang a few times and he felt some righteous anger fuel him. You deserve this. Dewey deserves to know. He deserves to know how much you betrayed them and if he were to take legal action; you brought it on yourself.

As soon as Dewey picked up, Randy rushed out erratically with a crackle to his voice with unshed tears. "You were right…You were fucking right, Dew! T-Those guys…" He cut himself off with a shaky breath and clenched teeth.

Dewey was on the other line. "Randy? Randy, what do you mean? Where are you?"

"The barn on Dilton Road. It's YN! Goddamn it, Dewey…YN…" He faltered again, just unable to get it out as he cursed under his breath.

"What?...YN?...Guys?…You mean our talk earlier? Did you see them? Who are they? Tell me and I can try to ID them and-" Dewey rambled off like the airhead he was and Randy's entire face scrunched up as he just… Hung up.

He couldn't fight the tears now as he hung up and sat his phone down…He couldn't do it. He couldn't turn you in. He couldn't tell Dewey. He just couldn't fucking do it.

He had his foot on the brake at the end of the driveway…He knew he shouldn't park there which was why he had it in drive and just braked it; ready to slam on the gas at a moment's notice if someone tried something.

…But he just…His lip trembled and he felt nothing but pain in his chest. You were his best friend, you were bonded together through the trauma as survivors, you were his kids' Godmother…At one point, he loved you in his own way…He could admit that to himself a bit. He fell in love with you or at least he thought he did till you both were together for a hot minute and he saw the whole time that you were…Distracted. Now he knew why and knowing it was Billy fucking Loomis on your brain just rubbed salt into the wound. As if him having Sidney wasn't bad enough, he had you too?! He actually did still love you but in a platonic way. He loved you like a sister. Karla was the love of his life and replaced any feeling he had for Sid or you the second he met her. It was something he thought would never happen but Karla did that. He loved you just in a sisterly way now…He might've even been closer to you than his own sister Martha…

…Just for you to do this to him? To hide something so astronomically fucked up? To lie to his face all those years? How many times were you sneaking Stu out of your back door? How many times was he there and Randy had no idea and could've died? Were you even telling the damn truth?! He had no idea and never would and that's what hurt so damn much. He couldn't trust you now.

He was trying so damn hard to reason your side of it but the pain of knowing you lied for more than 13 years and hid their identity from everyone including him stung too badly right now…Stu was at your cabin! Billy and Stu were in your fucking motel! He was only taking your word for it that you all weren't a couple or in cahoots together; he felt like he never knew you at all!

He released a frustrated yell in his car as the pain in his heart felt worse than the bullet wound he got 15 years ago. Worse than nearly dying from Mrs. Loomis 13 years ago…He was fucking devastated. Tears flowed freely as he quietly sobbed a moment before furiously shaking his head with a sniff.

His voice was heavy and stuffy from crying. "NO!... No, I got kids and a wife…Fuck it! She's working with them? She can hitch a fucking ride too…I can't even worry about Kirby I just gotta get the fuck outta town and take a risk going to my family and fuck this shit!"

He went to put pressure on the gas but froze when his phone rang. He frowned seeing it wasn't Dewey but an unknown number…It was you using Kirby phone for whatever reason, he just knew it. Probably a manipulation tactic just to talk to him. He hung it up…Then… It rang again.

He rolled his eyes and jerked the phone to his ear. "WHAT?! YN, I'm not fucking talking to you right now! I'm so hurt and furious and-"

"Ooh…Trouble in the group… Randy?"

Randy's face fell, the tears in his blue eyes feeling like they dried in an instant as he heard that voice…That damned voice…It sent a chill down his spine as he looked around; hand instinctively on the wheel as he looked around the darkness outside his car.

"Friendships don't last forever. Sometimes, friends need to be…Cut…Off."

He sneered as his stomach sank. "...We're really doing this right now? It's been a decade, don't you think it's time to hang it up here? I mean, Roman Bridger and Neil Prescott…You can't get more twisted than that. Pack it up and take the loss, newbie. "

"Oh but Randy. They weren't me. They were too old school wanting revenge as a motive. Mine is more modern." The voice practically purred out sadistically.

Randy rolled his eyes. "What? Fame? Money? Damn, at least Stu did it just because he liked it. You amateur edgey wannabes-"

"Shut up or I'm gonna take that little bitch YN apart bit by bit and scatter her in your fucking front yard!" The voice angrily snapped as Randy froze. "Yeah…That's what I thought."

He huffed before swallowing hard. "You're full of shit."

"Am I?...Hate to call your bluff and you live with that on your conscience. Poor YN…She looks sad and scared. She's gonna die painfully, slowly, remembering that her friend hated her guts."

He heard his phone pin, looking at it with the killer on a video call as his blood ran cold. He didn't see a killer…He saw you and Kirby walking, and unbeknownst to you both, the killer was a mere few feet away following you.

"YN! YN BEHIND YOU-"

"She can't hear you, Randy…Why not just watch the show as I slice her into bits? The final girl finally dies as the side character no one cares about. What a great twist." The voice chuckled darkly.

Randy panicked. "Don't!!"

They hung up.

He almost instinctively got out of the car but quickly got a hold of himself…He wasn't leaving you. He knew they were baiting but he couldn't leave you. He put on a determined face and backed up faster than he should. Determined to get to you and Kirby. It was hard to see with only his tail lights in the dark before his heart dropped to his gut when he saw someone standing in the road and he didn't brake in time…Backing into them and over them. His car thumped as it hit someone.

Randy slammed on the brakes.

He sat there a moment in shock ... His face terrified…Did he just?...Oh God no…Oh Jesus no…What if he just ran over a teen in a mask drinking out here?...But what if he ran over the killer?...Either way…Dear God, he ran into someone!

He sat there for a moment. His breathing was labored. His palms were sweaty and he had wide mortified eyes.

He almost got out but shook his head. "That's stupid. Don't be stupid." He breathlessly mumbled to himself as his hands shook. He put the car in drive and drove in a sharp u turn so his headlights were on the figure. Slowly creeping to a halt to get a better look. Turning his high beams on to see…A mannequin. A mannequin with a ghostface mask on as its head was showing a blank white face and the mask was almost off its head. It was a goddamn prop and that meant the killer was out here. Somewhere. Watching him.

Randy shook his head but laughed triumphantly as he drove around it back to the party. "Ha! You thought I'd fall for that?! Fuck you! Fuuucckkk you you goddamn weak ass freak!" Randy exclaimed to himself in his car as he drove. This wasn't his first rodeo and even if they weren't out of the woods. This felt like a giant 'Fuck you!' to the killers' face that they're amateur plan didn't work.

Randy tried getting ahold of his nerves, that tiny win was subdued as he realized…The killer really was here. He had to get you out of here. Anger be damned, he could give you the cold shoulder the whole way, but he still cared and you couldn't die. You just couldn't.

He recited the rules to himself as he drove. "Rule one: Never say 'who's there?'. Rule two: Everybody's a suspect. Rule three: The killer always has a reason. Rule four: you can never have sex…Damn, ships done sailed."

He swallowed and parked the car under an old pole light that still had that orange tint they used to have back in the day. Electricity was still being paid on even if the owner didn't live there. There was still farm equipment there in use.

He looked around but left his car. Shakily moving away with that mace you gave him in hand. "Rule five: you can never drink or do drugs…Rule..Rule six: Never say 'I'll be right back'...Because you won't be back…"

He thought of franchise rules. "Rule one, kills are always more dramatic. Gorey and-" He gagged into a silent scream at the impact of something hitting him. No…Stabbing through him.

….

Randy faltered as his adrenaline was up but…. A searing pain hit him as he gagged and choked. He couldn't catch a breath and when he did it was a pained gasp for air. It hurt so much. He couldn't scream. Just staggered a few more feet before dropping to his knees in the grass…No one around as they were all in the main barn watching the movie.

Randy released a cry finally, a groaning pained cry as he reached up to feel what hit him. What made moving feel impossible as he felt warm blood slowly trickling down his back…An arrow. A slim metal arrow that went deep into the back of his left shoulder almost through his collarbone at an angle.

He was in shock but tried to get up and keep going. He forced it out of his lungs as he staggered as fast as he could. "H-H-Help! H-Help!!" He tried to wail out in a crackling voice. His body was in shock and the pain made it hard to speak before he yelped out again. A crossbow arrow missing and hitting the dirt next to his feet. He stumbled and got behind the wooden pole.

He was too far from the barn and no one could hear him. He didn't dare even get the arrow out for fear of bleeding to death. He was being hunted like an animal right now…Against all the rules he followed it's like they didn't matter. Instead, he looked at his car and tried to go back. Running as his body could manage. If he couldn't get to the barn then he was getting in his car and going to a hospital.

He went to rush to his car when a sharp ungodly pain penetrated his side as soon as he reached it…A gagging type of gasp escaped his lips as the heat flooded his nerve endings.

He saw the mask, the robe, the knife caked in his blood still in his side before they slowly dragged it out with a tilt of their head. Randy released a strangled cry as that sharp blade slowly dragged over god knows what internal organs and seared pain through his skin.

The second the blade was mostly out; He grabbed the killer out of instinct and body slammed them against the car. His pain was there but his adrenaline was too high to focus on it. This Ghostface is shorter than he was…Robbie, Charlie, Judy, Kirby, Jill, the mom that attacked you the other day! His mind was racing at who this was as he knew he had to fight for his life now.

As soon as he slammed them off of him and onto the car; they jerked the arrow out of him. He yelled in pain as hot blood gushed out and he instinctively grabbed the area…A feeling he hadn't felt in 13 years since he was at Windsor in that van with Billy's Mother. It knocked the wind out of him, it burned both icy and hot all at once as he dropped the mace from the pain. They went to stab him and they missed as he was desperately lunging at the ground for the mace.

The killer went to stab overhead as he quickly twisted on the ground and he sprayed it through the mesh eye holes of the mask.

He heard a growling groan in a medium pitched voice; he couldn't tell if they were male or female. He didn't care right now! He had to get to the car, get to the phone, get to a hospital! He was going to bleed to death.

He kicked them away and scrambled to the car while clutching his dripping stomach only because it hurt the worst even if that arrow wound could be what makes him lose the most blood. Groaning and gasping with each movement at the horrible pain as he rushed for his life. That feeling of his own hot blood on his fingers…He had hoped he'd never feel it again.

He almost got in the car…Almost made it… when he felt a stab on his back…He couldn't even scream from the pain as a strangled gasp came out before his body fell…It was…He couldn't move, couldn't get up…It hurt so bad! He didn't know if they severed his spinal cord or hit a nerve or the pain was just that bad…

Randy's life flashed before his eyes as the masked figure loomed over top of him. All these images in his mind. His childhood in Woodsboro, him and Martha as kids, his teens and crushing on Sidney while being the dork in town, you moving in and all the fun memories the group had prior, the most traumatic night of his life, him blaming you for Sidney's death and cutting you off, his first time, college, his first girlfriend, all the Ghostface attacks and all of the fun he had with you and Dewey, meeting Karla, their first time kissing and making love and marrying…And Chad and Mindy being born.

That last thought had him crying openingly. He had tears in his eyes as a croaking whisper sounded from him. He begged for his life. "P-Please! Don't do this…My kids need me, don't do this-" He silently sobbed while trying to backpedal or move or something if his body would allow it.

He was able to start backpedaling. He almost got to the car door.

The killer tilted their head almost…Taunting him. Like he actually had a chance. Before he released a gargled scream as the knife plunged into his chest. Over and over again.

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You gazed at the sea of Ghostface masks, heard the kids reciting Stab word for word, smelled hay and booze mixed together, felt heat radiating off of so many people in a small space. You instantly felt closed in and wanted to get out…But you couldn't. Not yet.

You moved past people, breaking through the crowd calling Randy's name. A few kids shhed you and you scoffed but ignored them.

One was particularly pissy and Kirby turned to them with a mocking smile and muttered. "Spoiler; Billy and Stu are the killers. The end. Fuck off."

They groaned and cussed you out but you ignored them more. Your eyes scanned the Ghostface masks illuminated by the red party lights…It felt dizzying as you desperately tried to look for Randy's face.

Kirby told you. "I didn't think I saw his car when we came in here. You wanna ride with me? I'm going back to my place and Jill said she might swing by with the boys."

You were distracted. Hurt that Randy ditched you…You knew he was upset and didn't trust you weren't the killer but you didn't think he'd outright leave you alone during act 3 like this…Then again, maybe you did but it stung all the same. Your shoulders sagged as you solemnly nodded. "Y-Yeah…I'd appreciate a lift."

You both walked out and your heart sank as Kirby was right…You didn't see his car…He left you.

Kirby scrunched her face and pointed. "Wait...Hey…Isn't that Randy's car?"

You looked over at his car now parked in a different spot 20 feet away under the pole light…Practically touching it like he was in a hurry to park it.

You felt this dreadful feeling. Something wasn't right.

Kirby shrugged. "Maybe he just wanted to be under the light more? Ya know, murders and all."

You knew that was true but you still had a bad feeling. "Stay here." You told her as you walked near the car. You didn't get 5 feet from it when you saw dark liquid in the grass that without the faint orange hue of the polelight you would've stepped right over. You bent down…And touched it shakily. You knew what it was, you felt a sickness overtake you but you still had to check. You brought your hand back up and saw the red on your fingertips. Still wet, still semi warm, and that metallic scent was undeniable. This was blood and god forbid…You now saw smears on the car too. There was a struggle.

'God no. Please don't be him.'

You quickly jumped up and yelled at Kirby. "Call 911! Right now! Get in the barn!"

"Why?!" She demanded until you showed your blood smeared hand that touched the grass.

Her face dropped. "Jesus Christ."

She went to do that when some kid yelled frantically. "Hey! Come on! It's this way!"

You rushed over to Kirby, pulling her out of the way as a horde of teens rushed out of the barn. Rushing towards the area you and Billy and Stu talked at. You had a hold of Kirby's shoulder as you both gave each other odd looks but followed.

Your heart thumped in your ears and your breathing quickened with each step as fear slowly gripped you more and more with each second. You expected a warning from the killer or some teen dead…Why did you all have to come here?

Kirby went up ahead of you as you stopped and called 911 on your phone. Even if you were the 20th call for this exact reason, you couldn't take that chance. Even a prank you couldn't disregard, and right now, this didn't feel like a prank.

You saw more kids rush past you and right when you went to follow to look at what it was. Kirby rushed to you, blocking the path with all the color drained from her face.

Kirby begged you, grabbing your arm. "N-No, no, no YN. Don't." She choked out, tears in her eyes.

You raced forward, trying to see what she was so scared of…And…You saw a human corpse hung by a rope with the barn doors wide open. Dangling 10 feet in the air.

…

You stared in so much shock…So much…Shock.

It was like a nightmare…It wasn't real…It wasn't fucking real.

There hanging from the rafters of the barn…Was a corpse that was clearly real…You saw the guts hanging a few feet below them.

You rushed closer and clamped your hands over your mouth as a terror striken scream erupted from you. It was like you couldn't even control your own body responses now.

You stared with wide eyed horror at what you saw…As the corpse slowly spun on the rope around his neck…And…When you saw the face. Your knees buckled. You stopped breathing. You stopped thinking. Every horrible emotion you could think of charged through you at seeing Randy Meeks hanging by a rope…Gutted…Stabbed…His eyes wide open and dead. His skin pale white almost blue from blood lose.

You just froze before you felt your breathing become just you hyperventilating. You felt like you should scream again. Scream like those women do in horror movies, some ungodly shriek to the top of your lungs. You felt like you should pass out. You felt like you should faint…But you just froze there hyperventilating as tears sprang to your eyes. You felt a pair of arms hold you close, pulling you to their chest. "Don't look! Please God, YN…Don't look." You heard Dewey choke out as he came onto the scene…You were so distraught you didn't even hear the sirens as you just realized blue and red police lights were reflecting off the barn's metal siding.

Dewey was trying to hold it together for his job but was just as shell shocked as you were. Your eyes stayed wide and unblinking as he held you…This couldn't be real. This couldn't be real!

Kirby put a shaky hand over her mouth as she looked at Randy hanging from the barn.

You suddenly felt a surge of…SOMETHING! Rage, devastation, terror. Something that made you shove away from Dewey and go forward to look. You had to see. What if it was fake? This had to be fake. This had to be fake! A horrible prank or bait or something! You heard Dewey begging you as you got as close as police would allow. They were already blocking off the crime scene…And you smelled the blood from here. You saw his eyes looking through you unfocused and glazed over. The color from his lips and face…And you knew.

You shook your head as tears leaked from your eyes and you put both hands over your face to prevent a wail from escaping. A shrieking pained wail at seeing your best friend like this.

What snapped you out of it was hearing some teenage boys laughing and taking videos and something in you completely snapped. Without thinking you rushed towards them, smacking the ones phone out of his hands and swinging on him. You didn't give a fuck right now what charges there would be. The disrespect sent you over the edge as Dewey instantly grabbed you and you tried jerking out of his hold. Screaming in rage and wanting to do anything you could to make them stop recording.

They turned and recorded you with shocked faces and disbelieving grins…And Kirby showed her age, playing the younger generations game by recording them instead. Uno reverse.

Kirby yelled, hurting at seeing Randy like this too. "Wow, we feel good about ourselves douchebags?! Recording a woman grieving over her friend, you sick fucks! Maybe you're the killers and that's why you're laughing? How's this gonna look on your fucking college application, dicks?!"

You saw them instantly stop recording, hide their faces and rush away from the crime scene as Kirby yelled after them. "That's what I thought, pussys!!"

Dewey dragged you away with the help of another cop as Dewey shook you by the shoulders to snap you out of it. "YN!"

Your lip trembled as you just hugged onto him and he rocked you a bit. You knew how badly he wanted to sob with you as you clung to him and cried against his body. This wasn't fair...This wasn't fucking fair.

Dewey's voice cracked. "I-I had to hang up from Gale because of Randy calling me. He hung up on me and I rushed here as fast as I could while Gale was setting up stupid cameras in the barn trying to play hero and now she isn't answering …Damn it, Randy." His voice shook.

You realized something…Even in your grief…

Randy's words ran through your head. "No one is safe. Legacy Characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Once the Nostalgia has reached its peak? We're done! Main characters are completely expendable now. Either they die or the most fucked up shit happens to them"

It hurt so bad. It's like he knew. No one was safe. After all these years, your luck was finally running out.

Then Stu's and Billy's words rang out.

"Killer did it. Guarantee it. They're setting a trap and you idiots are falling for it."

"if they're copying us; they'll kill soon. A big one. One that's going to distract people just like you did with the Principle while I entertained my party."

It hit you…Randy was Principal Himbry. And Gale was supposedly alone in the main barn now setting up cameras.

You jerked away from Dewey and yelled at him. "Gale!"

His eyes instantly widened in realization as you ran to the barn as fast as you could and he followed behind you. Gun ready as he screamed for his wife. You almost tripped running so fast in the grass as you rounded the corner with Dewey staggering as fast as he could behind you.

You heard her cry out and saw a masked figure as you didn't hesitate to rush up there with your gun. "Hold on, Gale!" The second you reached up there…You looked around. Gale was scrambling against someone in the hay and you a warning shot. You saw that mask look at you and your adrenaline kicked in as you went to fire again and they dodged behind a pillar.

You kept your gun aimed while rushing to Gale who stood up.

"You alright?"

Gale grumbled. "I'm fine just-...WATCH OUT!"

Dewey yelled your name from below as he finally caught up and heard the gunshots.

You whipped your gun around to fire before dodging a knife. It barely missed slashing you over the face as you gasped and stumbled back. You went to aim again and before you could pull the trigger you felt a heavy boot kick you in the sternum…It knocked the wind from you and sent you flying over the edge of the hayloft. You felt that rush of dropping with you unable to do anything but plummet. You released a pained groan when you collided on top of the drink table. Crashing onto the red cups and the punch bowl toppled over and you laid there in the middle of the table with it broken in half.

Dewey rushed in to you as you told you were fine as quickly as you could. With his gun aimed he was screaming for his wife's name as he went to climb the loft.

You tried to ignore the stiffness in your body as you jerked your gun up too…Right when you saw Gale get stabbed and roll herself off the loft as well. Bouncing off a straw bale before rolling onto the ground. Dewey aimed multiple times as a light went out and wood splintered near the pillars but he missed. You raised your revolver and fired. You saw them jerk and heard a person yell under that mask as they clutched their arm.

You sneered to yourself and growled out. "Got you now, piece of shit." Before aiming for their head. They ducked in time and fled.

You pushed yourself up, eager to chase after them. They had to pay…OH, they had to pay! You wanted them dead more than any other Ghostface thus far…You were so sick of this shit and seeing yourself get a shot in felt damn good. Randy would be cheering you on and that thought alone sprung more angry tears to your eyes but fueled determination in you. You pushed yourself up and sprinted to the ladder as Dewey yelled at you not to go as he ran after you.

"Damn it, YN! Don't be stupid!" Dewey's face was angry yet scared. A rare thing for him as he aimed his gun as well in the loft.

You raced to the loft with Dewey behind you just to see no one was there…Cursing to yourself under your breath realizing they had another escape route…A door swinging against the wall. You ran to it. Eager to put the remaining 7 bullets you had into this fuckers head.

You jerked the door open and looked down. The ladder kicked away and laying on the ground and no one in sight. Just cool night air hitting you as you stared. Your face twisted into contempt at the idea of Randy's killer getting away.

"FUCK!" You hissed out as you kicked a nearby straw bale in anger.

You bitterly thought the names of who you thought did this. Robbie and Charlie. They knew this barn and they knew it enough to host this party and to know all escape routes. You climbed down seeing Dewey had already practically jumped off the ladder to get to Gale. You climbed down to the ground and rushed over as you saw she was stabbed in her shoulder.

More cops swarmed in as Dewey looked up and ordered them. "Search EVERYWHERE! Every barn, the woods, cars, everywhere!!" All before his demeanor changed as he looked at his wife in concern. He put pressure on her wound with fear in his eyes. "Put pressure on that. Oh God, Gale. Honey, just hang on-" Dewey mumbled with a pained expression.

Gale put her own hand in place of Dewey's asking. "Did you catch him?"

Dewey shook his head with a trembling voice. "No. Hopefully your cameras caught something."

Gale informed him. "They're not the only ones. There's uh…A webcam." She croaked out in some pain. "There's a webcam; it's hidden up there. It was watching me."

Dewey looked up instinctively and so did you. Your face soured. Just confirming who this was to you.

Dewey wasn't following. "Webcam? W-What webcam?"

Gale drew out in a shaky breath as she held her bleeding shoulder. "He's recording the murders."

Dewey still asked with wide eyes. "What?"

You gritted your teeth, tears still on your cheeks from Randy's death as you drew out. "This time…He's making the movie. Even more than Roman did."

Gale nodded at your understanding before she grimaced in pain.

She grew serious as she winced at the pain. Choking out as sirens of an ambulance could be heard down the road.

"…Get this fucker."

#i hate this bruh 🥲🥲🥲#tw major character death #scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #scream 4 #fours a franchise

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jubyphonic · 1 year ago

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Daze (Full English Lyrics)

Happy late 8/15!

People probably think I never finished these lyrics from the TV Size version but I actually did... 9 years ago. I think I never posted them for a lot of reasons, mostly to do with fear probably.

But here they are now, as an offering to the community that helped shape me!

Concrete beating up and down In a dream, fell awake, hazy days were never ending Templates follow all around Same old days, but we just didn’t know High tempo and rhythm flies Not enough, try again, when’ll tragedy end? Wouldn’t say that we’re done just yet So don’t cry to the floor anymore C��mon, batten down your eyes Don’t know where to turn? Without you, there’s nowhere to go And I dream too big to live a lie so why Should I move forward? C’mon, throw up both your hands Zeros all around We didn’t solve a thing but gather again Ready to go… Hey, are you still there…caught in the haze? Let’s “play” I’m screaming ’til you hear me say Let’s “save” I’m fighting every single day Grab a hand so warm you said to take I can’t forget it anyway Let’s “daze” My heart’s a beat that never fades Let’s “change” You’ll never cry alone the same All the “lonely days” that you dyed from gray We’ll make it through so say the things you wanted to Encore and we’re going down Every street, every turn in a city we’re beginning Standards that we’re breaking down Shaking hands reaching out just to hold Break out, try to stand up Couldn’t sleep in the heat with the world to defend Sure then if it came to end Look again for the words from before C’mon, put your hand in mine Is it just a dream or did we really meet again? Living shadows haunt to move ahead And leave behind a sad world Now regretting every day, weak and running away Fine! We’ll go and fly to be free again Jumping to go, are you still the same…lost in the haze? Let’s “play” I’m reaching out but you won’t take Let’s “save” We’re crying every single day Losing everything but hope the same I can’t forget you anyway Let’s “daze” A windy city howling pain Let’s “change” Your words are getting far away Need the heart to win but it’s always been Stuck in my mind and sure, I know it’s kinda true The girl with red, so red, her eyes looking above At blue, so blue, a lazy summer sun A voice, a call, but can you hear at all? So it’s the end? “Goodbye” with every sun to set But rise to see you all again Never waking dream, breaking out to leave it behind Now wait! If you’re alone then tell me and don’t hate Yourself for even one more day Grab my hand and share the pain you have If you still can’t see, just come with me! Let’s “play” I’m screaming ’til you hear me say Let’s “save” I’m fighting every single day Grab a hand so warm you said to take I can’t forget it anyway Let’s “daze” My heart’s a beat that never fades Let’s “change” You’ll never cry alone the same If we lose it all, if you’re really gone Watching the streets dissolve into the blue All the “lonely days” that you dyed from gray Because it’s you, I just know we’ll pull through and draw it again With you to the end

#kagerou project #vocaloid #translyrics

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new-forcasting · 4 months ago

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ok pals lets write about my shirase and chuuya dissection now its 2am and anything is possible

I find it so painfully tragic that shirase only realizes after stormbringer that chuuya is just a sixteen year old, someone with emotions and feelings. due to chuuya's power, his fierce, determined nature, he never seemed to let anything affect him like it would most people.

read these panels from age 15.

(shirase is the silver-haired boy)

later, in stormbringer, we can see in the scene where Paul asks about chuuya and how shirase met him here:

I feel like this encounter really gave Shirase the feeling of meeting and caring for someone inhuman. Chuuya was clearly suffering after the Arahabaki incident. As he was stuck in the laboratory for most of his life and had no memories of anything before that, it makes sense he would ask what bread is. I would also be willing to bet this happened with different objects for a few years before Chuuya became used to the world he hadn't been exposed to for so many years.

The other thing is, due to Chuuya's determined nature to make things work, to win every fight, to take every enemy down, this wasn't really justifying any belief Shirase might have had in the slightest that reminded him that they were the same age.

Any other person, if they had gone through what Chuuya did, would obviously have some lasting effects on the way they interacted with other people. But no, Chuuya spawned into Yokohama without the faintest idea of what he really was, but that didn't mean it was going to make up most of his personality. I feel like that's a very unique and complex part of himself, the fact that he decided he was going to be more than whatever he was before he lost his personality.

Judging by the fact that the Sheep are a group of orphans that stick with each other and fight when provoked, it's obvious each member has been through their fair share of traumatic events and personal feelings that they deal with.

And since Shirase had known Chuuya ever since he met that poor, confused orphan at the beginning, it wouldn't make sense for Chuuya to not seem affected by that. Some people would certainly find it disheartening and inhumane to not seem to have any regard for the person you were before you joined the Sheep.

Going back to panel 1 & 2, we can see Shirase clearly exasperated and upset at the fact that Chuuya was joining the Port Mafia to learn about Arahabaki and himself. It's clear that Chuuya, as the leader of the Sheep, has always put the lives of his comrades and revenge over anything else. But he wants to find out more about himself, and he's willing to give up his friends for that knowledge.

Shirase doesn't understand why Chuuya would throw all of that away for himself. He's also extremely upset because in his mind he created Chuuya, he cared for him, gave him the sort of food and shelter and companionship that the orphan he met all those years ago needed. Chuuya has a responsibility and it needs to be fulfilled.

Put simply, he sees Chuuya as more of a weapon than an actual person. A weapon that turned against him when he needed it the most, and for that, he holds much resentment and disgust.

and it is this scene that absolutely breaks me that has me mentally sobbing and screaming and crying in my soul.

It is only at this very moment, when Shirase sees Chuuya covered in wounds, looking weak and defeated and so, so tired, he realizes how he's actually seen Chuuya this entire time.

Shirase was so focused on the fact that Chuuya, as the leader to their group and at the same time, a slave to their group, was upholding their reputation as the Sheep because he was extremely powerful and never lost a fight that he never stopped to consider what it would be like for Chuuya if he actually lost.

Chuuya took most of the work as the leader of the Sheep, fighting their strongest enemies with ease. Shirase must have looked up to him and resented him for his power and his assertive personality.

"Chuuya's the one who did the fighting. Chuuya's the one who dealt with the pain. He was the one to show our enemies just how much we should be feared."

Shirase really saw Chuuya as a weapon and a tool to get where he wanted the Sheep to be, the kind of leader he wanted to be. Yet, he was drifting farther and farther away from the part of personality's Chuuya that showcased itself when they first met.

It's only seeing Verlaine and Chuuya fight, with Chuuya barely surviving and fighting back because of Verlaine's sheer power and intelligence, that Shirase understands how wrong he's been.

"But he's somehow weaker than usual right now. He's covered in wounds. I've never seen him like that. He looks just like a regular guy my age."

...

"Wait, no-- he doesn't just look like one. He is my age. He's a boy just like me."

i'm so done with stormbringer wtf Kafka

#bsd stormbringer #chuya nakahara #bsd analysis #bungou stray dogs #bsd shirase #shirase buichirou #chuuya stormbringer #stormbringer spoilers #bsd 15 chuuya #bsd 15 #bsd chuuya

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ausetkmt · 1 year ago

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A baby-faced 14-year-old boy has been accused of trying to murder a black teenager by attempting to drown him in a Cape Cod pond.

John Sheeran appeared at a court just outside Boston on Monday over the July incident, which allegedly saw him hurl racist slurs at his unnamed victim - and even call the teen 'George Floyd' during the drowning attempts.

He wore a navy suit, shirt and tie. Despite prosecutors' calls for Sheeran to remain in custody, a judge released him with a tag and ordered him to remain at his father's home.

The victim told law enforcement Sheeran started throwing rocks at him and calling him racial slurs after he showed up at Goose Pond on Cape Cod. Sheeran then threatened to beat up the victim, it is alleged.

The victim couldn't swim, so he wore a life jacket in the water. Despite the vest, Sheeran attempted to pull him under the water multiple times to the point that victim was no longer able to breathe, it is alleged.

In July, Sheeran allegedly attempted to drown a black teen in Goose Pond (pictured) in Chatham, Massachusetts

The victim told police that the accused 'held on to my life jacket and pulled me underwater and back up about four-to-five times ... while doing it water got into my mouth and nose and I could not breathe.'

Afterwards, the victim said Sheeran began calling him 'George Floyd' while kicking him and pulling him beneath the water.

The victim said he was screaming he couldn't breathe, which was when the suspect and another teenager at the scene 'started laughing and called me George Floyd.'

He continued crying for help as the two teens continued to pull him under the water. Eventually, bystanders arrived to help and the victim was saved. The other alleged attacker hasn't been identified - and it is unclear if Sheeran knew his alleged victim prior to the attack.

Prosecutors allege just several hours later, Sheeran punched an Asian child in the face. That child has not been identified.

Sheeran was charged with attempted murder and a civil rights violation in connection to the case.

In court on Monday, baby-faced Sheeran was led into the room with his hands cuffed in front of him.

His mop of brown hair turned downward as he took a seat before the judge. He wore a blue suit and striped tie.

Over objections from prosecutors, Sheeran was released to home confinement in Chatham. His release includes wearing a GPS monitoring device that will confine him to his father's home. He is also required to continue reporting to juvenile probation.

Prosecutors argued Sheeran should remain in jail, calling him a danger to the community.

The victim said Sheeran began calling him George Floyd as he screamed that he couldn't breathe. Floyd infamously told officers that he couldn't breathe before he died during an altercation with Minneapolis cops in 2020

Sheeran was released to his father's custody. Earlier this summer, he had moved to Florida with his mother as his parents went through a divorce

The suspect allegedly began the criminal interaction by throwing rocks at the victim and calling him racial slurs

'Mr. Sheeran can’t be out in the community because whether it’s three o’clock in the afternoon at a pond with his friends where he should be able to behave or 8:15 at night when he runs into another child, he punches that kid,' said Assistant District Attorney Eileen Moriarty in court.

'He’s a violent child, we’ve heard no mitigating factors, this violence is unfortunately targeted towards children of other races, children that don’t look like him,' she added.

At the time of the incident, Sheeran had just moved to Florida with his mother, as his parents went through a divorce, according to prosecutors.

The teen will now be required to stay in Chatham with his father as the court case continues.

#Baby-faced 'racist #' John Sheeran #14 #charged with attempted murder 'after he tried to drown black teen in pond while calling victim George Floyd #before punching Asian child'#massachusetts #cape cod #George Floyd #Hate Crime #Racist kids #white hate #white lies #dangerous kids

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changingplumbob · 11 months ago

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Woods Household: Chapter 1, Part 4

In this part shit gets real Samir explores the tunnels further and finds something he did not expect. He and Reece puzzle over the find and confront Sheriff Captain Greenway about what he knows.

Low level content warning: Some sim spice and mentions of death

Reece did get told to expect gifts in the mail. Turns out his family know him as well as like him and he got some starter herbs and veges. No planter box for them right now, maybe later on. He begins to practice guitar, glad that there’s only the trees to hear him at this stage. Inside, the money Harvey gave Samir has been used to buy a sofa, a few counters, a sink, an indoor oven and wooden chairs to replace the plastic ones that were being used indoors. The walls aren't painted yet but Reece has tried to spread the pictures out to cover the shabby.

Samir is out again, searching the tunnels. He has just tripped over a small skull when he hears a howl in the distance. Bears certainly don’t howl. In a flash of desperation he howls back, but the answering silence is deafening. Feeling defeated he turns to head back home but can’t shake the feeling that something is watching him. The darkness offers no clues however and he does his best to retrace his steps. Suddenly he gets knocked forward, the wind flying out of his lungs.

Turning over dizzily he sees a pair of red eyes blazing, and wonders if he’s been knocked out. Normally he only sees eyes like that in his nightmares, the ones where he is a frozen 5year-old before it gets dark and he feels like he's being crushed. He tries to stand up but is forcefully pushed down. A low growling starts and Samir realises with horror, the thing in the darkness is talking to him. Still feeling poorly from his previous tunnel injures he finds himself unable to follow the words. All except... shouldn’t have come back.

Samir’s bicep screams as sharp fangs clamp on his arm. He flashes back to that night, so many years ago, trapped. The sound of his parents cries… he couldn’t bear to hear Reece cry… no. No! He will not be trapped again. He's not 5 years old anymore, this thing doesn't get to throw him back 15 years. It may have taken his family but Samir will not let it take him from Reece. He lets out his own growl, startling the creature in to letting go. Then his years of athletic training kick in. He sweeps his legs in arch until he hears the sound of something heavy falling. He bolts up, sprinting for the nearby light. He hears the growling behind him but he doesn’t stop, he promised Reece he’d come back alive. He makes it out, whatever was down there is not strong enough to stop him keeping his promises.

As he runs for the house he can feel his blood boiling. Whatever was in the dark, he's faster than it is. Thick foam starts to form in his throat and he finds himself spitting it out several times in an effort to avoid choking. But there, Reece is right outside, safe.

Samir: Blondie *spits* we need to talk

Reece looks around and is clearly startled by Samir’s appearance, not knowing where to start.

Samir: I was right. I thought it was all a nightmare, my mind warping what happened... but I was right. It almost killed me

Reece: Samir, you’re not making any sense. What happened? You don’t look good. I mean you always look good but you look off. We need to get you inside

Samir: No! Just... thank you…

Reece: Please come inside

Samir: Listen. I was pinned in those tunnels by… the point is... I’m always coming back. That’s what’s important. I knew I had to get back to you, so I got away, and I got home. You got me home

For once Reece is speechless. Samir always makes him happy when he says he loves him but this... It's like Samir is thanking him for simply existing, as if by existing he's done some heroic feat, he has no idea how he's meant to respond.

Samir: I’ll always keep my promises to you blondie, I swear

Reece: *sniffs* I know. Samir will you please come inside before I have a heart attack? You look like you’ve been mauled

Samir throws his arms around Reece and holds him as if checking that he's real. After a minute he pulls back and nods. Inside is best.

Reece: You didn’t find a bear did you? You know you can’t win a fight with a bear

Reece: Can I get you water or something

Samir: No. I need to tell you… I need someone to know what is going on in my head

Reece: Hey, I’m listening. I’ll always listen to you

Samir: I found this bone thing in the tunnels

Reece: What is that

Samir: Who knows, but I figured if anyone would know how to figure it out, it would be my... you

Reece: Is this how you got hurt? Getting this... it kind of looks like a skull doesn't it? Or, well, part of a skull

Samir: No. I mean I tripped over it but, I was heading back, and it felt like I was being watched and then, I got hit

Reece: Hit? Where?

Samir tries to speak but his memories are coming apart. Things he thought were real, things he thought were not, all conflicting. He starts to sob. He hates for Reece to see him like this but his boyfriend keeps a firm grip on his hand while he cries into his other arm where it rests on the table. When the tears finally stop he goes to wipe his face only for Reece to pull him in for a kiss. They sit with their foreheads resting together for a moment before Samir finds the strength to sit up properly.

Samir: I was flung backwards… just like when I was a kid, or when we would tackle in football. You remember?

Reece: I mostly remember looking for excuses to grab on to you, but yeah... I got hit bad a couple of times

Samir: Then I saw the eyes, red pits of flame in the dark. My nightmares of what happened normally fade when I wake up but those eyes... they always take longer to disappear

Reece: You have nightmares? I mean I guess I shouldn't be surprised but you just never said

Samir: I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to keep them from you. It sounds silly but... I just wanted to seem strong. Like someone you could depend on

Reece: Hey, you're the strongest person I know. Even sitting here with your tears on our faces, you're strong. Do you hear me?

Samir: I always hear you blondie, I do

Samir: Those eyes... I tried to tell the cops, bloody Greenway, I did! But they all said I was hysterical and imagining things... so then I thought I was hysterical and imagining things

Reece: I’m so sorry you went through that, and that I have nothing better to say than I'm sorry

Samir: There's no right thing to say. But if eyes can really glow red... The strength required to break down the door, the growling and slashin. Is there a chance that my parents were killed by- by-

Here Samir freezes up again, unable to get the word out. He throws his hands up in frustration, desperately tring to think of a way he can tell Reece without sounding like he has lost his mind. He couldn't bear if Reece thought he had a broken mind.

Reece: A werewolf?

Samir looks at Reece trying to tell if he's being serious or attempting to break the tension with humor. Looking into the eyes of the one he loves all he can see is sincerity. Reece is listening to him, he always does. Even if Samir doesn't think he has anything interesting to say, Reece listens.

Samir: Yes blondie. But- but no! They’re supposed to be fiction! Like vampires and spellcasters! Everyone knows werewolves don't actually exist, they're myth

Reece: Well, they are... and they aren’t...

Samir: What are you talking about

Reece: Remember how I said I was looking up about the area

Samir: Yeah, you found out there were no bears

Reece: I did... but some people were discussing how it would be possible to have no predators and not have the area overrun with deer and wild pigs and stuff. You know I like puzzles, and nature so I kept reading. There are... folktales I guess you'd call them, of this area. Of werewolves here. I didn’t mention it because I- I thought it was made up. I am so so sorry

Samir: *confused* Wait why are you sorry

Reece: If I’d told you that theory maybe you wouldn’t have been hurt. But I kept it from you so now it's my fault. You were out there and you could have been killed and-

Samir: Blondie, stop. You did not make me go down there, I chose to. Whatever this is, it is not your fault. Do you understand me?

Reece: Mmhmm

But Samir can see Reece needs time to process. He did have the whole run back to think about it, Reece on the other hand has barely had ten minutes.

Samir goes to shower, letting Reece have time to think. Reece knows that logically, this isn’t his fault. If it was a... a werewolf that killed Samir’s parents then this whole thing started long before Reece came in to Samir’s life. Nevertheless, Samir was hurt today. He was here practicing guitar and the man he loves… he was being attacked by a werewolf. Wait, was he attacked? All he said was hit, and the werewolf revelation kind of derailed the conversation after that. Reece contemplates joining him in the shower to properly look at any injuries but he decides to practice being patient. He sets the table and heats up some leftovers for dinner to try give his brain something else to do.

Samir: You got food ready! This is one of the reasons I love you

Reece: You said you almost got killed

Samir: *through food* I said what?

Reece: Lover you said you almost got killed. What happened after you were hit

Samir: *shovelling food* I got pinned I guess, and the… the werewolf, watcher that sounds weird, the werewolf bit through my arm. It hurt like hell to. But I fought back enough to get up and just bolted for here, for home. But it's fine, I can't even feel it any more

Reece: Samir...

Samir: Yes?

Reece: Does this mean…

Samir: *hesitantly* Does this mean what

Reece: Well you know the myth right? A werewolf bites you, you become a werewolf

Samir: I have no idea, they're supposed to be fiction

Reece: We could go to some locals, there's bound to be some kind of antidote or something

Samir: But… *softly* I need to find out what happened to my parents

Reece: I know you do, I’m not trying to stop you. I just want you safe

Samir: Werewolves are meant to be fast and strong right

Reece: Yes...

Samir: I was faster than it, I got away. It was strong but I'm only human. What if I wasn't? If I'm faster already then becoming a werewolf could make me stronger than it. Strong enough to get some answers. If it takes becoming… becoming a werewolf to find the one that killed my parents, then that’s what I’m going to do

Silence settles over the room and all that Samir can hear for a while is the sound of his chewing. He can't take Reece being quiet.

Samir: Blondie? You’re not talking…

Reece: I- it’s a lot to process I guess

Samir: But… you don’t want me becoming a werewolf, do you?

Reece: I'm not saying that. I actually *blushes* think you’d make a pretty hot werewolf. Watcher knows you have the physique for it

Samir: You... what?

Reece: All the stories and myths say werewolves are meant to be like, super buff and powerful. I already consider you both of those things. Maybe this is just like a next evolutionary step for you

Samir: You’d really want to woohoo a werewolf

Reece: Well probably not in wolf form. But general werewolf myth has their human forms being very much to my tastes. I do love you Samir, I'm not going to say "It's me or the wolf". If you want to see if being a werewolf helps, I'll support you. I know you’re not going to be happy until we figure out who killed your parents

Samir: Hey, look at me blondie, I am happy. You make me happy *wicked smile* especially when you groan, and shudder, and beg. My past just makes me… restless. I don't want it to make me lose you

Reece: No matter what happens, you promised you’d come back to me alive. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere

Samir: Thank you

Reece: One thing is for sure, you’re going to be the hottest werewolf around

Samir: *chuckles* Calm down, we don’t even know if this bite will turn me or just give me a nasty infecton

Reece: It’s definitely... making you froth at the mouth

Samir: Yeah *spits* I don’t know how you always handle stuff in your mouth

Reece: *smiles* You taste good, that’s how I handle it

Reece: You know I bet it was Greenway

Samir: What do you mean

Reece: He’s making inconsistent statements about stuff. Maybe he didn’t throw up on scene because it was his first time seeing something like that. Maybe it was guilt

Samir: Because he killed my parents… but I was still alive?

Reece: I don’t know, I guess I’m just looking for a place to start

Samir: We better talk to him. Even if he’s not a killer, there’s just something about him that pisses me off

Reece: *laughs* We should totally tell him we've woohoo'd, it'll unsettle him

Samir: I don't remember going through with having you on the table

Reece: When we get back? *pouts*

Samir: *laughs* we'll see

Sheriff: Oh look, nature obsessed people roaming the woods. Why am I not surprised

Samir: At least *spits* we’re not lying murdering snobs

Sheriff: What are you talking about? You dare come on to my property and insult me? I should arrest you

Reece: Maybe we should arrest you

Sheriff: What are you on about now kid

Samir: Werewolves *spits* Werewolves! WEREWOLVES

Sheriff: You’re going to have to expand your vocabulary eventually son if you want to have conversations like an adult

Reece: He's not your son! Stop talking down to him like that

Samir: You knew *spits* Covered up. Or killed

Sheriff: That's quite the acussation but you don't look well. Go home, rest, think about what you're doing

Samir: Why should we

Sheriff: Because I bloody well said so and I'm the sheriff

Reece: Please, Captain Greenway, we need to know-

Sheriff: Get off my property this instant or I WILL arrest you two for trespassing

Samir: Fine. We’ll leave. But we know you know

Sheriff: Know what? That you're on my property raving about things that don't exist

Reece: No, they do exist. Samir was down in the tunnels and he saw one. Just like he did when his parents were killed. He tried telling you but you dismissed him

Sheriff: He was wrong then and he's wrong now

Samir: I'm right here

Sheriff: Then YOU were wrong then. YOU are wrong now. Keep raving about werewolves and I'd be within my rights to arrest you. If you act in a way that would endanger the people in my town, I will. I'll have you committed. Now get off my property

Sheriff Captain Greenway heads inside his house while his wife, who has heard the argument, comes out. Sophia greets them, compliments them on the wind turbines they’ve installed, then asks them to leave. Turns out she’s also a snob who doesn’t want to talk to nature obsessed sims.

Samir: That could have gone better

Reece: Yeah… but also, could have gone a lot worse

Samir: *chuckles* true. Come on, he seems to... scared and angry to tell us anything else. Let’s get back home

Reece: Table time?

Samir: Table time

Previous Part ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #WoodsHousehold #ReeceFoster #SamirHadji #simblr #R0806

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a-fluffy-dog24 · 5 months ago

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Caryn takes the 4 years boys to the playground.Basic on the scene from dreamscapeers when Stan talking about his childhood. When he got hit in the face as a boy.

May/24/1951

4 years olds Stanley ,Stanford and their 12 year old brother Sherman , where with their mother at the school playground. The twins have glasses and they are wearing green overalls. Stan is in a red shirt and Ford is in a light green shirt, Sherme is wearing a brown coat. "Tag your it'' Stan yells "hey want for me" Ford runs past him. They run around and chase each other, and Sherman talks to his mom. Little Ford runs and playfully tackles little Stan and pins him to the ground. "Got you...I'm still older" Ford said "by 15 mins" Stan laughs. Ford used all 12 fingers to help him up and put their hats on "try and tell us apart mother " Ford asks her.

"You'll never guess mommy"Stan added "oh this is a tough one but, I bet your Stanley" she tickles him. "And I think that would make you Stanford" she pats,his head Ford asks "mother can you push me on the swing please" he sits on the swing she pushes him. "But Mommy play with me" Stan wines "in a min kido" she told him. Little Ford got off the swing and he moved around like he was uncomfortable. "StanFord do you have to go potty" she asked him "no I don't" he said moments later he realized something was wrong. "Mommy I had an accident" he wines she rolls her eyes and takes him to the bathroom to get cleaned up and changed.

Meanwhile Little Stan walks off by himself and the sky is getting kind of dark. He sees some big kids playing and he yells "hey can I play"."No you're too small to play with us get lost wimp" the bully yells it start to rain hard. "but I" the big kid throws a ball, at his face he cries

"owwwMOMMYY'.Back at the playground Caryn put Ford in the car Sherman sit in the passenger seat. "Ok Sherman watch your brother please" she told him "yes mom" said Sherman. She runs over to find her son standing and crying in the basketball court,

he runs over to her sobbing as the bullies laughs at him. She pick him up in a hug "Stanley baby what happen"" I was playing and the big kid hit me with... ball". "HOW DARE YOU you two should be ashamed of yourselves" she yells at them the bullies ran away. She augured his glasses and carried him to the car to go home. He wipes the tears from his eyes "Mother is Stanley hurt"Ford asks she. Nods her head "yes they hit me"Stan says.

"That terrible are you ok" Sherman asked him "I will make it better" Ford kissed his cheek. "Daddy going think I'm wimp I hope he doesn't hurt me again with his belt again " Stan told him, "I'll protect you and I don't think you are a wimp father hurt me because I cry to much," Ford replied. "You boys remember two try to avoid people who might be sick. We don't want you to become paralyze." she told all three of them their nod their heads in agreement it's a scary word out there. “Sherman are you excited for your Bar mitzvah” Ford asked him. “Yeah I can’t wait to turn 13” he replied “when we turn 13 we’ll have a huge party at the temple 13 seems so far away” Ford said he can’t wait for when he and Stan can been big kids. Stan watch the ocean disappear and reappear outside his car window then said “Mommy at home will you play with me”Stan asks “I’ll try” she as a stay at home mom has to a long list of other things when they it home.p>

Then the boys had some cookies and sat on the couch on their mom's lap.She gets up to check on dinner "Hey your cookie bigger that mine"Ford whined "no it isn't you layer" Stan argued. Ford grabbed his cookie out of Stan's hands "no you don't" Stan hit him in the arm Ford punches him back in the stomach they both are to distracted to notice that they have falled on the couch.The two little boys fight and scream at each other on the floor. "BOYS stop that right now" Caryn yelled they stop sit back down in silence well she read a book Ford fell asleep on couch. She played dinosaurs with Stan on the table. He enjoyed getting some attention from his mother all to himself. And she enjoyed spending time with her youngest son she knows in her heart that they won’t be this little for long. She picked him up on the couch >"Mommy I love you" Stan told her "I love you too baby see I told you I'm there for you babe". "For you babe" he said "for you babe" she repeated. She holds him in her arms and kisses him. She goes and cleans up the bathroom and does laundry.After their nap they eat dinner and their mommy gives them a bath. She doesn't know where they have gone but then she sees one pair of 10 toes sticking out from behind a towel. And a pair of 12 toes as well. She finds them picks them up the twins giggle and puts them in the bubbles tub. The boys played pirates while she gave them their bath and washed them.

Then Sherman helped her put her two 4 year olds to bed. Ford's pjs are blue and yellow stripes and Stan's is red and blue stripes. She sings an old lullaby in Hebrew l Caryn love music she sings songs she hears on the radio all the time to her husbands annoyance.The twins love when she sings to them.She helps them say they prayers. And tucked her babies into their beds. All 3 boys share a room, the same room seen when seens they were born. As She closed the door she saw and heard. Ford told Stan to get out of his bed and Stan crawled into Ford's bed, and they slept together .Then she said to Sherman "thank you kiddo, for helping me with the boys it's been easier since they're not babies any more. And it. Scary with that disease going around I hope to god none of us get it. I hope they’re a vaccine made soon,We keep having to wash are hands also clean the house more often. And try to stay away from people I know it hard on you boys.But I appreciated the help".

"Your welcome mom can I go play" "yes you may". She looks at a picture on the wall. The picture is of her three boys together when they were little and twins in their sailor suit.She remembers when she took the twins to the beach for the first time.And the babies couldn't have been more than 6 months old. Sherman was 8 years old.The babies played in the water and ate sand she took lots of pictures.She recalls when the boys were born and Fhilbrick was naming them.

He picked out the name he wanted she like StanFord she wished he put more effort into naming his other child.But she liked Stanley as a name she suggested it when they were thinking of baby names. But she was told that he would decide on the final name.She wished he wouldn't be so hard on her children she want to stop he before he can hurt them. But she just too afraid to get thrown out on the street.She wished her and her boys could leave him. Unfortunately that would be basically impossible in this scary world.She just hopes that one day when they're all grown up she hopes they will still be such close friends and make good choices.

#gravity falls #artists on tumblr #stan pines #ford pines #gravity falls fandom #fanfiction #fanfic

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chestnut-trotter · 10 months ago

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Victuals

Backstory for my oc Tom and how he got caught up in the world of vampires.

[art by me :3 pls follow my art account @acidic-chestnuts]

The rhythmic clinking of metal cutlery against ceramic filled the room. A warm glow from the various candles lit up the table the Claytons were sat at as they had their dinner. Thomas and his sister Olive were silent, because as long as their father was home, they were not permitted to speak unless spoken to.

‘Harriet next door still can’t find her two boys. It’s almost been three months now… poor thing.’ their mother said.

‘They’re not the only ones who’ve disappeared. Every week there’s a new headline reportin’ more missin’ persons,’ their father paused to put more food in his mouth, chewing as he spoke up again ‘and all them mutilated bodies they keep findin’.’

‘Kate heard it’s vampires.’

‘Don’t be daft woman! Vampires don’t exist.’

‘What else would it be?’

‘Psychopaths. Cultists. Somethin’ real.’

‘But you don’t know they’re not real. Kate said-’

‘Marie!’ he snapped, shooting a sharp glare at his wife. ‘Stop fillin’ our children’s heads with such nonsense.’ Their mother quickly shrunk into her seat, focusing intently on the food on her plate as she shuffled it around. Thomas knew that his father was right – vampires did not exist. They were just a bedtime story told to scare kids. Thomas was not a kid anymore; he was 15 years old. His younger sister Olive on the other hand, she was sweet and more innocent than most. He glanced to his right, noticing her trembling hands and empty stare.

Thomas frowned.

After the children were excused from the table, they shuffled obediently to their bedroom. Thomas could see his breath in front of him illuminated by the moonlight from the large window in their room, before disappearing. His body shivered violently, reminding him that the warmth from their dinner was slowly wearing off. Thomas desperately wanted to hide under the blankets on his bed and just sleep.

‘Tommy?’, Olive’s meek voice quickly caught his attention, who sat shivering on the edge of her own bed. ‘I’m- I’m scared.’

‘Ah, it’s no’ them vampires, is it?’

Olive only nodded silently in response; her eyes downcast at her fidgeting fingers. Thomas sighed quietly to himself as he walked over to his sister. He sat down on the bed next to her, its frame creaking painfully under the weight.

‘Ya’know, vampires aren’t real, right? They can’t hurt ya.’

‘But Mother said-’

‘Yeah, I know what she said… Bu’ Father says they aren’t, so they aren’t. He’s never wrong.’

Olive hummed half-heartedly in response, still not convinced. ‘Fletcher at school says he’s seen one before. He says he saw it kill a stray cat.’

‘Fletcher’s full o’ shit.’

Shit. Thomas overheard his father use it once when talking about his boss at work. He was not sure exactly what it meant, but he knew his mother would scold him for saying it. ‘Listen, ya’know I’ll protect ya. \Whether they’re vampires or no’, I’ll keep ya safe.’

She grinned at that, throwing her arms around Thomas’ bony frame, and burrowing into his chest. ‘Thanks Tommy! You’re the best.’ When Olive pulled away, Thomas tousled her hair and smiled down at her.

‘Now, ‘urry up an’ go to sleep. Father will yell at us if we don’t.’ Thomas said, standing up from his sister’s bed and heading back to his own.

Olive nodded in agreement, crawling under the mountain of woollen blankets on her bed. Her bright eyes now peering at Thomas from under the covers. ‘Good night.’

‘Nigh’, Olive.’

A strangled cry abruptly woke Thomas from his slumber. His eyes snaped open and his heart began to race. He sat up, peering into the darkness, trying to find his sister in her bed next to his. But clouds had now shrouded the night sky, swallowing the light of the full moon. He hoped it was nothing. That everything was okay and that he could just ignore it and go back to sleep. But another scream flooded his ears, quickly followed by a loud thump – it was nearby. Way too close for comfort.

‘Tommy...? What was that?’ Olive’s voice was as timid as a mouse. Thomas released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. At least Olive was still okay.

‘I- I don’t know.’ Completely blind, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and fumbled around for their bedside table in search of matches. Once his hands found the small box, he swiped it and slid it open. Pulling a matchstick out, he scratched it against the side of the box, once, twice, then finally on the third go, it lit with a sharp flash. Now able to see in front of him somewhat, he lit the wick of the candle and shook the flame out on the matchstick.

‘Tommy?’

‘I’m gonna go have a look. It’s- it’s probably nothing.’ Thomas said, forcing a smile onto his face. He draped one of his many blankets over his shoulders before standing up. Grabbing the candle by the chamberstick it sat in, he walked over to his sister to tousle her hair. This close to her, he could see fresh tears glistening in the light of the candle. ‘Jus’ stay here. Everything will be okay… promise.’

Thomas wanted to believe that everything would be okay. But he was having such a hard time convincing himself of this fact, that when he tried comforting Olive, the words felt heavy and foreign as they left his mouth.

Swallowing hard, he took a shaky step to leave the safety of their bedroom. As he approached the door, he stopped. Thomas’ head was screaming at him to tell Olive to hide under the bed or open their window and run to one of their neighbours to ask for help. But he just couldn’t bring himself say anything that would insinuate they were in any danger. Especially not after telling her that everything would be okay.

Biting his lip, Thomas turned around one last time to look at his sister in the dim glow of the candle. Her eyes were wide and brimmed with tears, like she was silently pleading him not to go and leave her alone. ‘Please come back safe, Tommy.’

‘O’ course.’

With shaky hands Thomas opened the door, being careful not to let it creak. Then, he slipped into the hallway, closing the door behind him, and leaving his sister all alone in the darkness.

It was eerily quiet. Thomas hated it. The hall looked a lot deeper than he remembered it being. The flame from the candle danced, creating figures that crept along the walls in the corners of Thomas’ eyes. The hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end. He silently begged his heart to stop beating so loud.

‘Man up.’ Thomas repeated his father’s words, willing himself forward. He scanned his surroundings as he treaded careful steps down the hall. He noticed the ajar door to his parents’ bedroom. Were they okay? Had his father left to check what the noise was too?

Thomas approached their room when a strong smell assaulted his nose. It hung in the air and felt sticky and left a metallic taste in his mouth. He gagged.

Thomas reached out and slowly pushed the door open. Before him were two bodies sprawled out on the bed. Red splattered all over the room. Then a pair of glowing eyes appeared, glaring at him from within the dark. Before Thomas even knew what was happening, he had been slammed against the wall behind him, a cold hand pinning him there by the neck. The chamberstick he had been holding now rattled on the floor as it spun on the spot, wick still lit. Without a light in his hands, Thomas couldn’t see the intruder’s face very well. Except for their eyes that blazed like embers in a fire.

‘What did I say about being swift? One of the brats are up.’ Despite the intruder staring daggers through Thomas, he knew that he was not addressing him when he spoke.

‘Why’s it matter? We were gonna kill em after anyways.’ A thick cockney voice responded from somewhere Thomas could not see.

The intruder’s grip on Thomas’ neck tightened as his head snapped around to address the other voice. ‘Imbecile.’ Now facing the candle’s light, he could see the intruder’s long fangs, bared in a snarl. ‘They could have escaped. Scampered away like the last lot.’

‘So what? We caught em anyways-’

‘I caught them, no thanks to you. Just shut up and go get the other one.’

The source of the other voice stepped out from the bedroom. Around his mouth was a dark red liquid, dripping down his chin and onto the front of his shirt. The sight made Thomas’ stomach churn. ‘If you’re so clever, then why don’t I take the one you’re holdin’ and you find the other kid.’

‘Because I’ve already caught this one. It’s my prey. Get your own… And for the last time, Brutus, don’t make such a mess when you eat. It’s revolting.’

The one called Brutus nonchalantly wiped his face with the back of his hand. He eyed Thomas up and down before trudging down the hall towards the siblings’ shared bedroom. Thomas’ heart almost burst out of his chest. His thoughts went to his sister, who he had left all alone, waiting for him.

It was then that something snapped in Thomas. He had been a passive observer, frozen from shock. What was he doing, just standing there watching everything unfold? He needed to do something quick. He promised he would protect Olive.

‘Wa- Wait! Leave her alone- Ack!’ Thomas barely managed to choke any words out before the intruder holding him pushed him further up the wall. Thomas was now at eye level with the intruder. His feet lamely thrashed about above the floor.

‘Know your place, brat.’

Thomas’ chest grew tighter. He clawed desperately at the hand clamped around his throat. Tears blurred his vision. His head grew heavy. Then like a cat playing with its food, the intruder released his grip on Thomas, letting him fall limp to the ground. As Thomas struggled to catch his breath, a shrill scream echoed through the house.

Olive.

The world was spinning. Thomas tried to stand up, only for the intruder to stomp his heeled boot into Thomas’ hand. He cried out in agony. Thomas tried to pry the intruder’s foot off his hand. He punched and pulled with what strength he had left but nothing was working. The intruder then knelt down to where Thomas lay crumpled on the floor.

‘Get off-a me.’

A cruel grin was etched into the intruder’s face. His fingers clasped Thomas’ chin between his index and thumb, turning his head this way and that, inspecting him as though he were a great artefact.

‘P-please… please let me go.’

Ignoring Thomas’ pleas, the intruder spoke. ‘This won’t do. No… This just won’t do at all. You’re too nice to just throw away like your ratbag parents. I’m surprised Brutus could stomach their filthy blood. I know his standards are low, but I didn’t think they were that low.’

‘You… ate… ‘em?’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t touch them.’ he paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘Brutus did.’

Thomas felt hot tears run down his face. Everything had been happening so fast that he had almost forgot about his parents. The stark reality quicky set in; they were dead, and his sister was next. What had he done? He left Olive alone to be eaten by these monsters. He should have just told her to run. Run and not look back.

‘Why?’

‘Why?’ The intruder chuckled, ‘Because livestock are a vampire’s victuals.’

‘Victor? Why’s that kid not dead yet?’ Brutus was back. He stood behind Victor, licking his fingers clean and smacking his lips like a child. Victor groaned, finally releasing Thomas’ face as he stood up to address his partner.

‘I’ve decided I’m keeping it.’

‘Another one? Why? You’ve got a bunch o’ pets at home. Jus’ let me-’

‘Where’s Olive? What ‘ave you done with my sister?’ Thomas knew the answer already, deep down. But he wasn’t ready to admit it yet. He wasn’t ready to accept the fact that it was his fault his sister was dead.

‘Your pet’s got some attitude, talkin’ to me like that.’ Brutus spat on the ground, earning a grimace from Victor.

‘He’ll learn some respect in due time. Now,’ Victor clapped his hands together, smiling down at Thomas, ‘I say it’s time we head home with my new pet. It’s been a long night.’

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