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hayanahed · 7 months ago

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Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

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A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

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supa-hungeren-64 · 16 days ago

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"The son you never had"

By HLZXC

For my parents – who did not even make an effort to listen to me when I tried to talk to them after a 12 hour drive to my home town the weekend prior before my brother started his new position in Kansas city .

That is quite the story,

The son you never had,

What mother does not love her boy,

Or farther revel in the glory,

What joy it must bring,

To experience such a thing,

The first born heir of the family name

What honor could he bring in a future filled with fame?

What a shame - with pain but not great remorse,

That your cherished son never was truly on that course,

But of course - you never gave your attention fully to what he ever truly could be,

That is why you could not see what was on display so plainly.

Do I make sense yet? Of course not - I have not even gotten started,

The son you though you knew is among the departed,

But not dearly so - even his palid corpse hands spitefully refuse to clench,

Onto the tombstone of a lie that is now in firmly the past tense,

I will explain this to you know in a way I know you understand,

I hope these lyrics come to remind you of your favorite song or band,

I hope when you think of that thing forced to masquerade as a man,

You start to understand the frustrations second hand,

She never had a choice - not in the womb, the world or even how she was molded and made,

Chiseled in to the model of neglect and efforts half made,

You did you best in many ways - some good - some negative,

She will always remember the dismissive gestures and passive commitments that you give,

You son could not live - so congrats - he never died,

He never lied - even if he could you would not have tried to hear it,

When it came to that child's voice you always act like you fear it,

So why let him speak now? Have a peak at someone new,

Reborn from the ruin of a broken babe who was made to be something of a controlled anomaly,

Who sought autonomy but needed more guidance from a family,

They were not so fortunate to gain their own support,

But your own pains and hurts are something you never needed to report,

I saw them in you - and in how you treated me,

You raised a son - where a daughter was supposed to be,

It took her 33 years, but now she is finally free,

You where first introduced to her shadow when you first met Hungeren Lee,

The shadow is still there, but now it is complete with the whole,

Decades of wondering what caused this pain in my person as a whole

In my heart - where gentle hands were meant to garden in the soil,

Instead her heart was hardened in the pain and turmoil

I wish I had a foil to compare the two things - But the best comparison is plainly you when I hold up the mirror,

And reflect upon the two halves of my self until they are clearer,

Don't fear her! You shy away from her sight but you will be forced to hear,

More proudly now than ever I declare myself trans and queer,

Enjoy your bitter beer while I sip on my glass of relief,

To tell you the truth this brings me no grief,

I will let my future husbands choose what strain of leaf we cheef

To celebrate my jaw finally unclenching around my teeth,

The last four measures are here for good measure,

I enjoy with great pleasure displaying to you the voice that has finally come to be,

My name is Zézah Xiomara Citrine - aka Hungeren lee,

Nice to finally meet you - even though I would have rather done it in person,

Nah- i take that back - I ain't got time for the reprimands and the curse'n,

I'm too busy growing up into a real person,

That had to stay hidden for too long - but it's better late than never,

After all - a boy can't stay a boy forever,

The me of the past is something I had to sever,

Believe me when I say the me I am now is a lot better,

Than the son you never had - and I'm not trying to be clever,

The corpse he left behind is smiling with joy and relief from the endeavor,

For now and forever I make this one request,

As my hips widden out and my chest grows heavy with breast,

I say this as proud as I can with all my girly balls I cannot stand,

That I am your Daughter- never again refer to me as your son or man.

#art #writing #poetry #verses #transgender #lgbtq #queer #coming out #self love #parenthood

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lucigoo · 3 months ago

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Weekly Roundup 1st July - 31st July

As we can tell, im way behind, so it will be a monthly round up until I catch up, and then back to weekly. Especally as I plan to do a mish mosh version of Nano, hoping to write 50,000 words, but finishing as many of my current wips as I can (theres a few)

So, July, I uploaded 8 fics with 19,043 words between them. As aways, recs first and then my fics under the cut <3

The Last to Know - kathkin - The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) (Bilbo/Thorin, its full of fun homour)

Summary: “I think you ought to know,” said Gandalf, “you have eight or nine dwarves courting you.” / "Now, I think I would have noticed!" In which dwarves have a very particular way of courting, Ori thinks Bilbo has a nice bottom, Thorin is an awkward puppy, and Bilbo learns that sometimes actions speak louder than words.

custodial - PenAndInkPrincess - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types (Geralt/Jaskier)

Summary: Ciri finds Jaskier first and Geralt only comes along later

Jaskier is not handling co-parenting well

A Future Together - Slayer_of_Destiny - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types (Geralt/Jaskier)

Summary: When Jaskier ends up at Kaer Morhen for the winter, something unexpected happens when he goes into heat, something that only happens when an Omega is around an Alpha they trust, and somewhere they feel safe. The future after this heat is going to change both Jaskier and Geralt's lives forever.

For Better or For Worse - loflight501 - The Witcher (TV) (Geralt/Jaskier)

Summary: King Geralt wants to end the war with Redania, but the only way to do it is to marry the omega son of his hated foe. Prince Jaskier is thrilled to be free of his abusive father, but isn't optimistic about marrying a king with a brutal reputation.

Chiaroscuro - krabapple - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (Sirius/Remus)

Summary: Remus Lupin returns to Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor after the Battle of Hogwarts, and finds a year where he and his students struggle with the leftover contrast between light and darkness.

I hope everyone has a wonderful month and my fics are under the cut as promised <3

I have 8 fics for this month uploaded, I hope you all like at least one.

I love you as you are (Sirius/Remus, written for a prompt for the @marauderswithpalestineproject)

Summary: During the war Bella cursed Sirius, now he is a dog hybird. A dog hybrid who hides it from everyone but Remus and Harry in their home.

Now he is stranded in London with no way to get home.

Don't look into my soul if you just want to steal it (Sirius/Remus, Sirius & Regulus)

Summary: Walburga Black wants a perfect heir. Instead she had one ugly child and one willful one.

She will do what she must to make sure neither boy ruins the Black Legacy. No matter the cost to those involved.

Mahal hear my plea. I'm ready for you to take me home with thee! (Gen fic, Dis & Dwalin)

Summary: Dis has survived the Ring War. Her and Dwalin both.

Both are ready to go to the Hall's of Mahal. Both are old and the only one the other has left.

Dis wants to go home to her family. Will Mahal hear her plea?

Fear is a Sickness:Witchers are the cure (Geralt/Jaksier, wirtten for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt - Fear is a sickness)

Summary: Cirliia is safe, Voleth Meir is gone and yet the surviving Witchers still have to send their fallen brothers off.

So much grief, so much pain, but at least these witchers have a bard to sing them farwell.

Flight of Destiny (Female Sirius/Remus, a fic written for my beloved @brandileigh2003 <3)

Summary: Sirius is finally free of her abusive husband. As a widower she has gone on her first muggle holiday. On the way home she meets the love of her life.

Mahal, Why Have you Forsaken Me? (Gen fic, Dis & her giref)

Summary: Dis is packing up the things of her children's that she will take to Erebor with her. Things they will never need again. Things that are all she has left of them.

Maybe one more, baby? (Sirius/Remus, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt - mybe one more)

Summary: Sirius and Remus are watching their son, Teddy Lupin-Black, as he graduates Hogwarts, their family surrounding them as they do so.

I burn with a smile on my face, for you are safe (Jaskier & Cirilla, unrequented Jaskier/Geralt, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt run fast and far)

Summary: Jaskier found Cirilla first and he will protect her, no matter the cost

#wolfstar #harry potter #bagginshield #the hobbit #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #fic recs #Goo's fics

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glitchy-witchy1994 · 1 year ago

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In this AU(Named "The living rose"), Grandma Rosiepuff did not die trying to save Branch.

She is still alive and well.

Clay decided to stay at the Troll tree instead of leaving.

The Burgens were eating Trolls since before Brozone started and that is the reason why Brozone's parents are missing. They got eaten a month after Branch was born.

If you have other questions about this AU feel free to ask!

Enjoy!

"See what happens when you don't follow my lead?" John Dory exclaimed as he entered their Grand Mother's pod, clearly furious about their first show being ruined.

Spruce, who was following the leader close, stopped and looked at John with an offended look. "Dude, that is exactly what happens when we follow your lead." He responded.

John turned to face Spruce. "Oh, so it's my fault? Is that what you're saying?" He asked, getting back to his own obsession to reach the perfect family harmony. "I know we can reach the perfect family harmony."

Spruce rolled his eyes and looked back at John. "What if we don't want to?"

"Yeah, dude." Clay added, as he made his presence known after entering the pod and hearing his two older brother arguing. "This used to be fun. Now it's all about being perfect." he added, looking at John with a sad expression, hoping John would see and realize his mistakes.

But instead, Spruce spoke up once more. "You know what? I'm done playing the heartthrob. My exquisitely chiseled rock-hard abs and I quit." He said as he ripped his puffed purple jacket.

Hearing this, Clay agreed and had enough as well. "I quit too, and you can keep these." He said as he ripped his funderdrawers and threw them at John's face. "I'm more than just the fun one. I'm in a sad book club, did you know that? A sad book club. I'm gonna find Trolls who take me seriously." he added, but before he could do anything else, John huffed.

"Fine. I don't need this. I'm out. I'm done. I'm sorry." The leader said as he turned away, grabbing his grappling hook and backpack. "I'm gonna go hike the Neverglade Trail by myself, bro-lone." He grunted as he pulled the trigger on his grappling hook out the window. "Yeah, that's right. Bro-bro going solo! Yolo! Goodbye forever." He added as he left out the window.

Spruce and Clay rolled their eyes. "Fine! I'm out of here." Clay said first, as they then heard John yell "Later, losers." from afar. "Same here" Spruce agreed, following Clay out the door. Leaving Floyd and Branch with their Grandma.

As Clay was walking away from their home, Spruce following close behind, he started to think about the situation. If John was gone, they could come back and live however they want! John won't be there to ruin everything anymore! John won't be there to stop them from doing the things they loved to do anymore! Best of all, John won't be there to always blame Clay for everything anymore either! And they could be with Branch instead of abandoning him! "Oh god, I was about to abandon Branch..." He though stopping dead in his track. Spruce passed by him, still angry about everything. Clay reached for Spruce's arm to make him stop and listen. "Spruce... maybe we should go back home." he said, his voice giving away the fact he was scared.

"What? Why would you do that?" Spruce said, somehow Clay's words were making him even angrier. "Do you really want to go back there? Things won't get better, it'll just be worst." He added, yanking his arm away from Clay's grip.

"N-no! John is gone, Spruce. He can't make things worst if he's gone! We can finally do the things we want to do!" Clay said, trying to convince Spruce, the brother he was closest to, to go back home with him.

Spruce slowly took a few steps back. "What I always wanted was to leave and live my life however I want, somewhere else." He said, turning away and leaving. He did not even look back when Clay tried to plead for him to turn back.

Clay was left alone at the base of the tree, wondering if he really should leave or stay. If he left, he could start his own sad book club, go to college, meet new people...

But on the other hand, if he stayed, Branch and Floyd wouldn't be alone... he could spend time with them and have the best time! But what was the point if his only best friend is gone..?

He thought for a long moment before making up his mind. He was going to stay! He turned back and went back to his Grandma's pod. As he entered, Floyd was gone and Rosiepuff had just gotten Branch to bed. "Where's Floyd?" Clay asked, as his Grandma make a sad face.

"He left too." She answered, going back to the table and finish her game by herself.

Clay sighed, went to his room to gather his things and left again. But this time, he found an empty pod close to his Grandma's pod to live on his own.

*****

As the years passed, Branch and Clay would spend a lot of time together and have the best time! Clay would help Branch become more vigilant and alert as to not get taken by Burgens, and Branch would tell his Grandma everything once he was back home. Branch loved having Clay around, but he missed the others a lot.

Clay was growing tall and his hair were slowly turning green, just like his skin was getting more green-ish blue. "He is starting to look like you, Rosalina!" Rosiepuff thought, as she remembered her daughter. She was tall, like Rosiepuff, had soft green-ish blue skin tone, magenta hair and blue eyes. She remembered how Rosalina would laugh at everything and was always full of joy. She was protective of her sons, sing them lullabies and be the best mom Rosiepuff knew she would become.

Grandma shook her head, now was not the time to cry. She needed to be strong for her two Grandsons.

One day, the King asked everyone to meet inside of the tree for a very important meeting with the entire tribe. There he explained, without the Burgens knowing, that they had dug up a tunnel that lead to their freedom and that he wanted everyone to be ready to leave early in the morning.

They were going to leave right before Trollstice would begin.

Without hesitations, all Trolls began building fake copies of themselves to trick the Burgens and they all packed their things.

The next morning, Trollstice began earlier than usual. Since the Burgen Prince never tasted a Trolls, the Burgens decided to celebrate early, which made the Trolls' escape difficult. Their escape was discovered and the Burgens started to dig and search for the Trolls...

In the tunnels, Branch had gotten separated from his Grandma through the chaos and was searching franctically for her or his brother. Rosiepuff had gotten out, but was forced to stay out when she tried to go back for her Grandsons. Branch panicked and was about to break down, but his arm got snatched by Clay who was running as fast as he could.

But the tunnel in front of them collapsed. Clay made a split second decision and threw Branch away in front right before the debris of the tunnel hit the ground. Branch was safe and made it out, but Clay was nowhere to be found...

Thinking they just had lost Clay, Branch turned grey as Rosiepuff tried to make him believe he might still be alive, but Branch had already lost hope...

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Back in the tunnel, Clay groaned from pain as he got caught by the debris of the collapse. His legs were stuck under big rocks and he couldn't move. A few minutes passed by and he heard some noises. He opened his eyes and saw Princess Viva running to him with some other survivors.

They got him out and tried to find another way to escape, but they got cornered. That was then that Princess Viva, filled with sadness and regrets, fought back against the Burgens. Clay, with a broken leg, helped the rest of the survivors escape out of Burgen town through the streets.

Making sure they weren't spotted by other Burgens, Clay successfully brought everyone to safety, with Viva following soon after.

"Is everyone alright?" Viva asked, then looked at Clay after everyone else nodded. "What about you? What's your name? You look familiar!" She asked, looking at Clay up and down.

"I'm fine. My name is Clay." He responded.

"Nice to meet you! My name's Viva, but you probably already knew that! I saw how you helped everyone escape while I was fighting those meanies off." She said, thinking for a moment and then looked back at Clay. "Would you accept to help me lead them to a new home?" She asked.

"It would be my pleasure!" He responded, with a small smile.

She smiled back and they took off to find a new home. After a few hours, Viva found an old abandoned Golf course and decided to turn it into a new Troll utopia.

Once everyone was settled, Viva went to see her new friend. "Hey! How's your leg?" She asked as she sat down beside him on a bench.

"Still hurts, but it should be fine!" Clay answered. "How are you?" He asked, knowing what she had just lost the very same day. And since no one was around, she finally broke down.

She cried for hours, with Clay comforting her as best as he could. While she cried, he couldn't stop thinking about Branch. Was he safe? Did he make it out? Was Grandma gone? He had no answers to these questions, but deep down, he hoped they were okay.

Once Viva calmed down, she looked at him with a serious expression. "Will you lead these survivors with me?" She asked, looking away now with a sad expression. "I-I can't lead them on my own..."

"Of course! I'll help you out!" He replied with a smile.

Viva smiled back as she heard his response, she looked back at him again. "Pinky promise you won't leave me too?" She asked, lifting her closed fist up with only her pinky out.

Clay took her pinky in his, as he answered: "I pinky promise!"

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sneakyblinders · 2 years ago

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this line of work pt 4

A/N: here it is! the last and final chapter of this line of work. Check out the master list to read the other 3 parts. This will segue into Anthony's story. :) warnings: language, mentions of injury, very brief mention of tommy's suicide attempt, drugs. 1.3k words. I take no credit for the gif!

The Shelby children, most of whom were no longer children, filed into their father’s office in a single file line, as if preparing for a lecture or execution. The whispers amongst them all made their mother giggle. The anticipation was killing all of them.

“What is this all about?” Isabel asked, grumpy from being pulled from her work.

“Peter, they tell you everything, what is going on?” Kate asked, snipping at her older brother, who looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Is everyone alright?�� Claire asked. “Is Mummy okay? Oh hell, is Daddy okay?” she asked, eyes flashing with panic.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Everyone is fine, there are just things they want to discuss as a family.”

Kate gasped. “They do tell you everything. I swear, the rest of us are chopped liver.”

Peter rolled his eyes again, taking his seat across from his father. The rest of them sat in various chairs or lounges in the office, their parents behind the giant oak desk. Tommy sat in his chair, Bee perched in his lap, his arms protectively around her, solemn looks on both of their faces.

“We’re all here,” William announced, eager to get the conversation started.

“Thank you all for coming,” Bee started, Tommy’s grip on her lower back strengthening, as if to convey his strength to her. “Your father and I would like to tell you some rather unpleasant truths. Truths that concern all of you. Things you all deserve to know. I apologize in advance for ruining your Thursday.”

A somber silence fell across the room, their children shifting uncomfortably in their seats. “This has all come about,” Tommy began, reaching for a cigarette. Bee reached for it, lit it between her lips and passed it to him. Anthony rolled his eyes. “Because our Claire,” he exhaled smoke. “Wants to go back to the life your mother and I escaped from. And we wanted to offer a bit of–insight–as to why we left.”

Peter’s face remained stoic, but a fire was in his belly. Rage at his sister for the blatant disregard for his parents feelings in all of these matters. He was the only one old enough to remember. The only one whose memories of his very early years were tainted by an affair, a near death experience for both his parents, murder, a kidnapping and a suicide attempt on his fathers part, along with multiple health scares. All of which culminated in their leaving the life of illegitimacy, corruption and violence. Which led them to the life of peace, legitimacy and abundance they had now. The life his siblings all knew and loved.

And with that as their introduction, Bee and Tommy launched into story after story of the terrible years, bracketed on either side by the best years of their lives together. The girls cried, the boys hung their heads in shame, awe and fear. Every one of them looked at both of their parents differently by the time they were finished with their story. Their sweet mother was a murderer–hands bloodied by their fathers lover. Their fierce and dauntless father changed forever by a traumatic brain injury, exacerbating underlying mental stresses and fatigue he already faced and fought since the war.

Claire sat in silence, her heart overwhelmed. Images of the bulletwound on her mothers leg flashed through her mind. She’d never really looked at her mother, and she wasn’t sure if that was the part that made her sad, or if it was because the image she had in her mind of her mother was now destroyed. Wrecked. Altered forever.

The rest of the siblings walked out of the office, murmuring to one another in disbelief, headed to the kitchens for a snack–a much needed one after that tense conversation.

Claire stayed behind. Her arms crossed in front of her chest, she shifted uncomfortably underneath her parents' gaze. “I suppose you want to tell me I am forbidden from seeing Paul.”

Tommy sighed. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled under his breath, reaching for another cigarette.

Bee rubbed his back soothingly. “Darling,” Bee began. “We want you to make your own decision. But we do just want you to understand the risks that come with that life. We have no interest in being in it again or seeing any of our family in it again. The choice is yours, however.”

Claire chewed her lip.

“So,” Tommy said, exhaling smoke, looking rather like a dragon to his daughter. “What will you choose, Claire?”

The next week, the Shelby Manor bustled with activity. Everyone was present for this meeting–the melding of the two worlds. Tommy had chain smoked far too many cigarettes, stress laying heavily on his shoulders.

“What the fuck is she thinking, Bee?” he asked his wife, who was finishing getting ready for dinner, putting his favorite earrings on.

“I don’t know, Lovey,” she said absentmindedly, standing up to have him help her with her necklace.

His hands shook as he clasped the necklace on, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck to ground himself. Back to this earth. Back to reality.

“This is what she wants. We have to support her, or drive her away, and I don’t think you want to drive your little girl away,” Bee said, smoothing down the front of his suit, hands resting on his chest.

“No, no, I don’t want to drive any of my children away,” he mumbled.

“Mum! Daddy! Come on!” they heard Claire yell from the bottom of the steps. They both rolled their eyes.

“Will she ever learn not to shout across the house?” Tommy asked, taking his wife’s hand and leading her down the hallway to the staircase.

“Mr. and Mrs. Shelby!” A thick Irish accent jeered from the bottom of the steps. A tall, lanky red haired man stood next to Claire, his arm around her waist. “Thank you for this lovely invitation,” he smiled a bit too broadly for Tommy’s liking.

“Welcome to our home, Paul,” Bee smiled, her charm turned all the way up for her daughter's sake.

“Thank you, Mrs. Shelby. I’ve heard much about both of you,” the young man smiled, bowing slightly to the both of them.

“Dinner’s this way,” Tommy brusquely said, turning towards the dining room.

Claire eyed Paul apprehensively as he walked with her to the dining room, where all the other members of the family were already seated.

Anthony adjusted uncomfortably in his seat, eyeing the young man his sister was infatuated with.

“Anthony!” Paul exclaimed, and all of the color drained from Anthony’s face.

Claire became very fidgety, toying with the hem of her sweater.

Anthony stood up to shake Paul’s hand and Bee’s mind began to whir. “You two know each other?” she asked.

“Of course! Anthony, lad, you didn’t tell them?” Paul said, looking at Anthony, who wouldn't meet his gaze. “Anthony here is one of my best runners down here in Birmingham,” Paul beamed proudly at them.

“Runners of what?” Bee asked, Tommy’s grip on her waist strengthening as his jaw clenched tighter and tighter.

“Cocaine of course,” Paul said nonchalantly.

Bee’s mouth dropped open. Peter grumbled, “Fuck,” from the other end of the table, his head in his hands.

Tommy nearly imploded. “I’m sorry, do you care to explain?” Bee asked, looking at her youngest son.

“He’s quite accomplished for his age, Mrs. Shelby,” Paul added.

“I’m not speaking to you, Mr. Davidson, I am speaking to my son,” Bee said firmly before adjusting her sights back on her son. “Anthony!” she bellowed.

“Can we talk about this after dinner, Mum?” Anthony said, not meeting her gaze.

Bee simmered, Tommy’s rage evident through his lack of speaking. “We will speak after dinner. Just the three of us. And you,” Tommy pointed at Paul. “Are not to leave until we’re finished. Because I need to speak to you. Man to man.”

Paul nodded his head, unaffected by Tommy’s quiet rage.

At that moment, Tommy wasn’t sure what he was more afraid of. The man’s blatant disregard for his anger, or his inability to sense his son's betrayal sooner.

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thedarknessyouhold · 2 years ago

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COMIC REFERENCES #1

"When Freddy's magically gifted brother is taken by humans, him and his three friends must traverse the land to find him, before the last family he has left, is gone forever."

Disclaimer:[This is my own personalized FNAF story. It doesn't take place in the same universe as the regular games, but a universe that experimented in positively progressing in mutating animals and humans, instead of technology. Mutants are seen as dangerous and higher ups do anything to find them, what happens after they are found is unknown.]

Characters:

Goldie Fazbear: Only 13 years old, Golden Freddy, (mostly called Goldie) acquired mysterious powers at a young age that tend to be powerful and sometimes uncontrollable. Spending his days in the small cottage him and his brother live in outside the town of Forrest due to… previous incidents… he spends his time replaying all his movies and video games in the barn, hoping Freddy comes home early today, or hoping the voice in his head controlling his body will finally go away along with his stupid powers that ruined his chance at a normal existence. Whichever comes first.

Bonnie Bunsworth: The youngest and ONLY doctor that hasn’t been driven off by one of Goldie’s outbursts, Bonnie’s sudden appearance in the town of Forrest was unexpected, but welcomed. Only 12 years old, and walking into town one day without any belongings, looking for work and a place to stay, his knowledge of his field and the world of the past and present is extremely vast…and extremely mysterious…

Freddy Fazbear: The older brother of Golden Fazbear, Freddy spends his days in the town of Forrest working at his tailor shop trying to relax, and hoping to the gods that he doesn’t get a call of another complaint from yet another townsfolk about Goldie’s “definitely controllable” antics. Skilled in his work but shaky at being an older brother figure, Freddy is dead set of “fixing” his brother Goldie like he does the clothing in his shop. Even if it means he has to do ANYTHING to do so.

Chica Chickery: Freddys best friend since he showed up in Forrest with his little brother years ago, Chica runs her late parents bakery with a heart of gold… and a bit of sugar! Always caught up in the gossip in town but humble, Chica is never afraid to give her goods to others for free, and tell others the hard truth of needed. A true friend, she will always be by your side, even in the hardest times!

Foxy Fitcherman: The oldest of the group, Foxy has spent most of his early days adventuring and pillaging through the shores and seas around Animatica and Humantica with a loyal crew. Now, he spends his days in his fish shop by the Forrest pier, in his wood chair behind the counter, catching zzz’s until a customer graces him with their business or a chat. A loyal man with a hook, Foxy ain’t afraid to stand up for the ones he cares about and to protect them. Even if it means he gets to wear his old boots, trusty pirates hat and have a bit of sword fightin in the process…

For General Information Go Here: FAQ

REFERENCES #2 - References #2 coming soon!

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creative-girl · 1 year ago

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Day 15: Ending Speculation 📚

This idea hit me like a brick. I wasn't going to write anything else for this event but then suddenly BOOM. This came to my mind; Jon and Dany with their children in the Godswood, they are playing and Jon prays to the Old Gods to protect them. And I wrote it in one day so it is not that good and I apologize for that.

I originally posted this on my writing account but since I am deleting is I am posting everything here. Thank you for reading!

#JonFortnightEvent2023-

@asoiafcanonjonsnow

Jon sat leaning against a tree in the Godswood of Winterfell that faced the Weirwood tree, his eyes were closed as he felt the cold spring wind on his face. The Godswood smelled of wet soil and fresh snow. A loud splash came from the hot spring pool with sounds of laughter. He opened his eyes to see the girl of 6 years with dark hair and lilac eyes splashing water at her little brother the boy of 4 years with silver hair and dark eyes that looked almost black.

They were in the pool fully clothed, he didn't know if they fell in or jumped in on purpose but knowing their children he knew that Lyanna jumped first and pulled Rhaegar in with her.

He wondered if he should pull them out because they would likely catch a chill or just let them play. They were close to the edge and Ghost and their parents were near so he decided to let them stay for a little while. He looked to his right where Dany was snuggled up against him, sleeping. His right hand was wrapped around her.

Last night the welcoming feast had been grand, it was the first time the Princess of Dragonstone and the Prince of Summerhall graced the halls of Winterfell since they were born. Lyanna and Reggie went to sleep early but their mother stayed up till midnight, and their father had forgotten what sleep even felt like.

Dany wanted to sleep in since there were no duties for them to attend to until evening but their restless children wanted to see the Godswood and they wanted their mother with them. Ghost was lying underneath another tree but his eyes were fixated on the children. He knew the dragons were flying about somewhere. They were still building Winterfell, it would be large and grand than the one that was destroyed in the War For the Dawn, as the Maesters named it.

He felt at peace. His children playing and laughing and his wife is by his side. Despite this, he could not help but think of the other children who once played here years ago. Of those children, Robb was gone forever and it still hurt, the rest had families of their own even little Rickon.

There was a time Jon thought he would never have a family of his own. Now he had one. Sometimes he felt it was too good to be true. He felt it was an illusion that was one day going to break and he would be back in the ruins of Winterfell as the Other came upon him with it's icy sword and Jon would be swinging the flaming sword with all his strength that was left. He still remembered the aftermath of their victory and all the people they had lost fighting and the devastation that had followed.

After coming back from death, he never thought he would ever have children, and Dany thought she couldn't get pregnant because of the curse. They were both proven wrong when she got pregnant. He was worried for his child, he had been brought back from death by magic what if it affects his child? He was proven wrong again when Lyanna was born healthy and when Reggie followed two years after.

He looked at Lyanna coming out of the pool, and Reggie trailed behind her. They shivered as the wind came again, which made Jon smile. "I am cold." their little girl said coming and sitting to Jon's left and Reggie followed and sat on Jon's lap, "That happens when you swim in the morrow" Jon said smiling, and Reggie sneezed. Jon put his left arm around his daughter and rested his chin on Reggie's head who snuggled closer.

"We better get you inside." Jon said as he shook Dany a little and she woke up and her eyes widened as she looked at her children "What did you do?" she said trying to be stern but Jon knew she was trying not to laugh.

"We fell" their sweet boy replied in a small voice, Tyrion thought Reggie knew that everyone cooed at him when he talked like that and he did that on purpose. In truth, it didn't really matter to Dany and Jon.

"Of course, you did" Dany broke and chuckled a little "Let's get you in before you catch a chill". The children got up, and Ghost came to them and licked their faces which caused both of the children to laugh in delight.

Jon smiled as he with Dany got up. "I think there is a mermaid down there" Lyanna said, "Oh, now is there?" Dany smiled and looked at Jon who also smiled.

"Yes" Lyanna replied, "I am sure, she only comes out when there is no one and hides when someone comes"

"Then how did you see it?" Jon asked smiling

"She is not fast enough!" she went on explaining how this mermaid looked. As his family moved forward Jon stayed behind for a moment as he turned to look at the heart tree. He still remembered all the prays he had prayed kneeling here.

He knew that one day his children won't be innocent anymore. One day Dany and him would need to explain what happened in the War For the Dawn, and what led to it. They would need to explain their pasts and their rise to power and their mistakes. They would need to explain why sometimes their mother sometimes doesn't have the strength to get out of bed and why their father doesn't sleep at night and sometimes stares off at nothing. But they had time.

Please he prayed Please protect them. Please don't let any harm come to my wife and our children. Please let them grow in eternal spring. Please bless them with happiness and peace. Please let this peace last for eternity.

#jon snow #jonsnowfortnightevent2023 #daenerys targaryen #jonerys #snowstorm #jon x dany #jon x daenerys #canonjonsnow

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Part III

After getting to the base, Price holds a meeting about Makarov. He has came out of his hiding hole, the only way to find out more of where he is and that means to find Valeria.

Warnings: violance, trauma, mentions of childhood trauma, swearing, fluff, nothing too crazy just military talk 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ghostly Ruins

simon x reader guide

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You tossed and turned watching the clock; 03:00, the red light illuminates the room. Simon next to you softly snoring, you were happy that he was able to sleep. Something deep down inside you didn’t feel right. Not a sickness. Just a feeling. Your chest was heavy, felt like your heart was beating slowly and firm. Part of yoh thought maybe you were asleep for bit due to not being able to move. Maybe you didn’t want to. All you could think about at this moment was something wasn’t right. Something wrong was going to happen, the feeling you would get back when you were just a rookie.

When a young child would be carrying a grenade to your squad. That deep feeling, that did make you feel sick. You kept whispering to yourself, “Don’t do it.” “Come on kid.” It was you, your squad, or him. You closed your eyes and swallowed at the fact you had to make choices like those. Choices that made you rethink your career. Why would people send their children to deal with their war? You didn’t want to be the one to take a child’s life away, let alone make that decision when they didn’t even know what their parents made for them.

Another time you got that feeling was when you were home with your family. You had that gut feeling something was wrong but couldn’t put a finger on it. All of you waited for your brother to get there, you knew he was coming home from deployment like you did. Both of you were on the phone, wanting to surprise dad. Instead this time two military men came to your father’s door during the holiday, telling you and your family about your brother not coming home. Instead having a Christmas, your family had a funeral.

Or when you felt something bad was going to happen when getting to Alejandro’s base. As Graves informed them. Being alone and left behind as you, Ghost, and Soap were separated. People dead in the streets, not even soldiers, innocent men, women, and children.

That feeling hitting you, the dread? Maybe. Whatever it is that is what you are feeling right now. Like something bad was going to happen. Maybe it’s cause you can’t fucking sleep. Sometimes sleep could mix feelings everywhere. You inhaled deeply and slowly got up looking back at Simon who was still asleep. You wanted to wake him up, have him hold you. However, Simon rarely slept, at least good sleep like right now. You looked as his tatted arm was draped across his chest and his other arm beneath his head. He looked beautiful. When you first started a relationship he thought his scars and burns made him ugly so he didn’t go around naked. Now after time when you would show him how handsome he was. He was now comfortable. Then it made you think, does he ever get his sunken feeling? Everything always comes back to this thought at the moment.

You sighed as you rubbed you face for a moment. What is going to happen? Maybe you should take being sick, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Including Simon. He would still leave. Maybe it’s cause Makarov is out and you know about it. Losing sleep because there was a mad man on the loose. You sighed and got out of the room with no noise that you could possibly make. Due to being an SAS. Kinda needed those skills.

You went to the kitchen as you pulled out a cup and started making coffee. It was quiet out, both you and Simon agreed to live in England but not too close to the city. Usually it was quiet, maybe a mile from a neighbor, so yeah quiet was always a thing. You watched outside to see if any animals would be wondering around.

You wondered if animals get the same feeling you get. Like a deer waking up feeling something is off before being hunted by predators. Or even a lion feeling the same way by their predators. Maybe they don’t, maybe they lived the innocent lives, not having memories of killing small children or missing their families. Maybe…

“Why ya up?” It made you jump l, breaking your train of thought, and quickly you grabbed a nearby butter knife, turning around to face Simon.

“Fucking hell Simon,” You whispered placing the butter knife back down. “Scared the fuck out of me.” You chuckled turning back to the coffee pot.

Simon chuckled, “Happy I’m no butter,” You rolled your eyes, as he leaned more on the frame, rubbing his eyes. “Didn’t answer my question lovie.”

“Yeah I couldn’t sleep.” You mumbled not really wanting to talk about what was going on.

Simon hummed, you heard the patter of his feet as he grabbed a cup as well. He dug through a cabinet grabbing a tea pot and filling it. “Me neither.” He said, placing it on the stove.

You sighed reaching out for him, placing your hand behind his neck moving it up through his hair and back down. You noticed that his hair was growing out a bit more, thank god he doesn’t completely shave it anymore but he doesn’t usually have it as long as it was. Simon hummed turning around placing his hands on your hips, forehead touching yours. “Wan’ talk about it?” He softly asked.

“No.”

“‘ight.”

“Do you?”

“No.”

This is what you both loved about each other. Not pressuring one another to tell what was going on. The job is hard, definitely not for a faint heart. So you both knew what was wrong, what nightmares you would have. Eventually both of you would open up and say how they felt, sometimes it was weeks or the next day. It took years for Simon to tell you about his past it still takes him a minute to tell you more about it. You told him bits and pieces as well, kind of like an exchange for information. It’s gotten better since then. Talking about things that are hard to with each other.

Simon put his index and thumb on your chin forcing you out of your thoughts. He kissed you firm but lovingly. You pulled away after a couple of kisses and smiled placing a kiss on his cheek. “Alright,” You moved around him to grab the pot of coffee. “We do however have time for a warm bath.”

Simon huffed amusingly. “I’m for that.”

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The screams was the first thing that made you tense up. Then the bodies that hit the floor, armed men walked around the airport killing anyone in sight. Security attempting to stop the attackers to fail. The other part of the screen was a airplane that crashed into a small town.

Ghost told you about about Makarov, how he was a madman. He just wanted the world to burn, doesn’t matter who or what was in the way. The night you all knew about him appearing after Hassan was not a good thing

Chaos was everywhere, the Russian airport reporting that US was the cause of the attack to US blaming Russia for their attack with the plane. Price sat near the screen as Laswell was on it. “This isn’t good,” Gaz mumbled shaking his head. “Has Russia and the US actually talk about this?”

Laswell sighed. “Barely, Russia is still investigating the scene. They did let us know that there was an American that was in the group when the shooting began.”

“We know who?” Soap asked looking at the papers that were handed to us.

Laswell looked down. “Yeah, Joseph Allen.”

Price looked up at her. “Joseph Allen?”

She pulled up a picture replacing the airport and airplane situation. It showed a white male, clean face, black hair. “He was a CIA agent undercover, he was to gain trust with Vladimir. However, they figured it out and staged it to look like it was the US that did the shooting. Allen was…a good man.”

You sighed as you looked down at the papers. This was not good. Two attacks that happened separately, almost damn near at the same time. “Ya think he is trying to get another war goin?” Ghost asked leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed.

“Anything is possible,” Price started. “This could explain Russia involvement with Hassan.”

“Makes sense those symbols and ammunition back at the lighthouse would explain it.” Gaz added looking back Laswell.

“Exactly,” Laswell agreed pulling up Mexico. “That’s why we are going to need a time in Mexico and Urzikstan.”

Price nodded once. “Ghost, Cat, and Soap will meet up with the Los Vaqueros to find Valeria.”

“Find?” You asked.

Price sighed and nodded. “Unfortunately she has escaped the prison. Alejandro is meeting up with some of his men, they might have caught up with her.”

“How did she escape?” Soap asked.

“Unsure, they think however that there was a cartel member disguised as one of the guards,” Laswell started pulling up surveillance. Showing a guard taking out other ones. “Vanqueros are examining it to see if it was one the their men.”

“That won’t be good.” You said watching as he kept taking more down until they reached her cell. “Do we know how Makarov escaped?”

The room went silent for a moment. “That is also something that Russia is looking into.” Laswell replied.

Ghost looked over at you for a moment before nodding once. “We know where he’s at?”

“We are hoping the person that will be joining Price will give that answer.” Laswell briefly explained.

Everyone waited for a moment before Price inhaled. “Alright wheels up in 30.”

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rottencaniness · 1 year ago

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// forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters //

— for bastiel, @derailedangel —

rating: teen & up || word count: 1.5k+ || ao3 link

tags: samjess, christmas, swearing, weirdcest, dean coded jess, kissing, Stanford era

It’s their first Christmas together, Sam’s all but shaking with nerves for how the night will go, Jess had to drive down to her parents place for Christmas Eve and is just now getting back to their apartment. They moved in together only a month ago, supposedly way quicker than they should’ve according to Brady, but Sam and Jess both knew it’s what they wanted.

And now, sitting in the apartment that’s freshly decorated to the best of Sam’s ability, hearing the lock jingle open, Sam’s really happy to have the space for just him and Jess. He knows Brady would’ve been making things ten times more chaotic and none of the decorations would’ve been up as neatly as they are now. Sam took his time placing things prettily around the apartment, a small Christmas tree by their couch, garlands draped over their mantle and tops of their cabinets in the kitchen, Christmas lights hung in almost every room, a pine scented candle burning, and Jess’ present wrapped neatly and placed next to the couch.

“Sam? I’m home.” He watches with a smile how the blonde kicks her converse off and drops her duffle bag to the floor— it’s actually Sam’s duffle bag, the same one he moved to Stanford with, the same one with anti-hex bags sewed into the pockets and sigils embroidered onto the bottom— which Jess blissfully ignored and just thanked him for letting her use it for her trip.

“You decorated.” The delighted smile Jess has as she walks over to where Sam is makes his whole chest feel warm.

“Thought it’d be nice for our first Christmas.” She hums along, coming to press a soft kiss to Sam’s lips before turning back to the door to grab something out of the duffle bag. It’s hidden behind her back before Sam can get a good look at it.

“I know we said gifts weren’t necessary since we spent so much money on the apartment, but, I wanted to get you something anyways.” A small box gets handed to Sam once Jess sits beside him on the couch, her eyes briefly flicking to the box wrapped by his feet with a small laugh. They both broke the ‘no gifts’ rule, to no surprise.

Sam pauses looking down at the present, it’s wrapped in newspaper. Just like Dean would when they were growing up— given Jess’ wrapping job is a lot more meticulous and there’s sparkly red twine tied in a bow around the box— so it’s different, but the same. His fingers twitch over the twine, part of him doesn’t want to unwrap it and ruin how nice it is, the other part of him is telling him to unwrap it before he starts to think about Dean too much.

“Sorry, the newspaper is kinda janky but I didn’t have any wrapping paper.” A hand reaches to rub at the back of Jess’ neck as she grimaces before Sam’s shaking his head as fast as he can.

“No, no, it’s beautiful. I um- I actually used to get presents wrapped in newspaper growing up.” Something he thought he left behind in that mildew smelling motel room he walked out of before catching a bus to California, the yells of his name that Dean let out before he left ringing in his head the entire drive, the burn of anger he felt towards John for not supporting him, the ache in his chest when he looked back at Dean one last time— fuck. He left that all behind, he has Jess and Brady, they’re his family now.

“Oh thank god, I was worried you were one of those people that had extravagant Christmas’s growing up.” Sam laughs, he’s shared enough about his family with Jess that she can’t have actually thought that. He told her how he moved around a lot as a kid, sleeping in hotel rooms and in the back of cars, how his brother was his parent for the most part, he never tells her what type of work John did that required them to move so much but Jess never pushes. Ever, on anything, she’s perfect.

“Please I was lucky to get an extra can of Spaghettio’s for Christmas.” And that was a stretch some years.

“Well it’s not canned goods but I hope you like it.” He gets the hint and starts to untie the twine, peeling the paper back to reveal a cardboard box that’s filled with— cassettes. Metallica, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Kansas, and Van Halen. It’s all of Dean’s favorite tapes, Sam’s whole chest goes tight as his mouth falls open only to close without saying a word.

“You’re always humming Metallica and I overheard you talking to Noah about what the best rock band was. Don’t worry I went through all your tapes to make sure you didn’t already have them.” The heated discussion with Noah from psych class about rock bands had been one of the only times Sam consciously took time to think about that genre of music, he hadn’t realized Jess had heard him, or that he’s been- apparently- humming Metallica just like Dean.

“Th-thank you, I don’t know what to say. I haven’t listened to this stuff since getting to Stanford.” He’s purposely avoided that station on the radio and the old playlist still sitting in the files of his laptop.

“Well we should listen to some.” Jess grins and plucks the Metallica tape from the box, walking over to the radio they keep on the mantle and turning the volume almost all the way up.

Her head bobs to the music the second it starts, face scrunching the same way Dean’s does when the guitar gets heavier, green eyes nearly closed and hand coming to play air guitar. God she looks like a girl version of Dean. The loose gray t shirt, the mannerisms, her jeans are worn down on the knees like Dean’s always were, blonde hair shining under the Christmas lights, even the lopsided smile she gives reminds Sam of Dean. His heart beats two times too fast with the thought, quickly grabbing the box he wrapped for Jess and holding it out towards her. Just desperately trying not to think about how his girlfriend is an odd half-clone of his brother.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything.” What the gift he got her hits Sam all at once— it’s a necklace. On a black rope, with a gold pendant. Jesus Christ he’s going to hell for this shit.

“Sam it’s gorgeous!” It’s a simple gold heart locket with a picture of them in it, it’s one Brady took, Jess is laughing while Sam looks at her with an absolute lovestruck expression. It’s his favorite picture of them.

“Let me.” His hands ties the black rope of the necklace around Jessica’s neck from the front, face suddenly blushing red when he realizes how close they are and how beautiful Jess looks like this.

“I love this song.” She says softly, Enter Sandman filling their apartment, Sam’s heart skipping a beat for what feels like the millionth time today.

“You usually listen to Fleetwood Mac, I didn’t know you liked rock.” Jess loops her arms around Sam’s shoulders and settles into his lap, pushing them both farther into the couch.

“Lot you still don’t know about me Sammy.” The thick swallow he does might’ve been audible to Jess— Sam can’t help it, not when Jess has that tone of voice, and that grin, and that look in her eye, and that fucking nickname.

“I love you.” It falls from Sam’s mouth before he can think it over for even half a second.

They’ve never said that to each other before, sure they live together but Jess didn’t have the most loving parents and Sam sure as hell didn’t either so they’ve been taking it slower when it comes to things like pda and words of affirmation. He can’t believe he just said that without any build up, he had planned on saying it over a nice dinner, making it memorable, not sitting in their apartment on Christmas with his brothers music playing and half of Sam’s mind distracted thinking about his brother.

“I love you too.” No hesitation in Jess’s voice and she leans to press a small kiss to Sam’s lips to almost solidify the moment.

“And just so you know, I grew up with this type of rock. My dad and me would sing it in his car before he’d drop me off at my mom’s, she was the Fleetwood Mac fan.” Part of Sam briefly wonders if his mom would be a Fleetwood Mac fan too, maybe he would’ve listened to them before meeting Jess if Mary was still around. It’s a dumb thought, a useless one, he brushes it off as quick as possible. Thinking about his family never leads to anything but him feeling guilty over leaving and missing Dean.

“We should order takeout, for a Christmas feast of course.” Jess’s voice takes Sam from his thoughts and he nods, opening his mouth to reply but-

Before Sam can respond the guitar solo of Enter Sandman starts to play and Jess leans back in his lap to strum her fingers to the music and he can’t suppress his bright laugh. He really does love her, he thinks he wants to marry her. Maybe Dean will show up for the wedding, maybe him and Jess will get close, maybe he can have them both.

#sam writes #moodboard #samjess #weirdcest #stanford era #sam winchester #jessica moore #samjess fic #🔪 folder

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learnandturn · 6 months ago

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Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

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Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

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Despite this, she continues to dream, working diligently to rebuild Gaza, to achieve her vision of a city full of life and beauty. Her story remains a story of resilience and hope, carrying within it a strong determination to succeed despite all challenges.

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Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

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.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

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#palestine #free palestine #free gaza

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writteninthesewalls28 · 1 year ago

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Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: Fourth chapter is here!

Warnings: none

Milly’s POV:

I stood there, for at least 5 minutes.

"Someone home?" My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I was scared it could eventually pound out of my body. However, I sometime started wandering around the house. Taking one step after another I looked into every single corner, taking everything in. I always had a good ability to remember random things, but I already knew, I will remember the look of this little nondescript house in the most likely darkest neighborhood in Adelaide for forever and never forget anything about its appearance. I thought the house was completely empty because every room I went through had absolutely no furniture, no drawings, no feeling of a family, of a home.

But then I entered a little room.

It wasn’t that different to the other 5 rooms I went through before, but I wouldn’t be Milly, if I didn’t notice the difference immediately.

My eyes directly swung to the 4 small pictures on the left wall. As I stepped a little closer, I could see what it was exactly. Ultrasound images.

I slowly walked over to the corner and stopped to tear one of the photos off and took a close look at it. You could definitely recognize the outline of a growing baby.

Is that me? Or do I have a sibling? The thought never went through my mind before. What if I have a sister or brother? With my huge family at home, I always thought, my biological parents definitely don’t have any other kids, but what if my thought was wrong the whole time? What if they did have other children before they gave me away?

Turning the photo in my hand around, gave me the answers to my silent questions.

Someone wrote something on there, and the text made my heart go crazy, I breathed uncontrollably.

"Welcome little Milly (10/20/1993)" Was the short but definitely meaningful text on the back. My eyes started to fill with tears. That was the proof, the proof I always hoped for, I would find someday. They loved me. They truly loved me.

Relieve and happiness flooded through my veins. The house may be empty, but their spirit still lives in here, it isn’t gone completely. I could feel it through these few pictures hanging on this wall. But why did they left the photos here when they decided to move away? Did they not care enough to take them with them?

A sudden mood change followed after the high of happiness. It changed to a slight confusion mixed up with an upcoming sadness. Yes, I indeed found a proof of my loving parents, who seem to care enough about me, to write something like that on the back of an ultrasound image, but it was bittersweet. They left them. Here, in the abandoned house in the abandoned neighborhood, as if they wanted to leave me behind too. To never even think about me again, the child they gave away. And that hurt.

Minutes later I sat in front of the house on the doorstep, looking at the 4 photos, still shocked and not able to handle the information I got today. Tears were streaming over my face and they didn’t seem to stop. I must’ve looked like a zombie with my mascara ruined and the eyes completely red from the crying. All I asked for, were answers, answers to the questions I kept in my mind for nearly 15 years now. And what did I get? Reasons, to ask even more questions. Why are they not living here anymore? Why are these ultrasound images on the wall? Why did they leave them in there? Why did they leave me? My last hope to finally get a few answers, were neighbors who eventually come home today and could maybe give me answers. So all I could do was wait. And get lost in my thoughts.

Calum’s POV:

He didn’t really focus on the admittedly romantic movie he put on the TV. His thoughts just couldn’t let go of Milly. He wondered what she was doing right now and what took her so long to get here. He wanted her here on the couch, sitting next to him, so he could wrap his arms around her tightly and tell her she can tell him everything, he won’t get angry at her. Never. But instead, he sat on the big sofa alone, not really knowing what exactly was happening as the cute couple on the screen finally kissed. Before he could press the 'replay' button on the remote, to rewatch this important scene, he got interrupted by his phone. The standard apple ringtone filled the living room with noise. Calum got his phone out of his pocket in his pants and saw Louis' caller ID. Trying not to panic too much, since this call could be about the fact that might’ve something happened to Milly, he answered the call.

"Hi Cal!" He heard a kind of anxious version of Milly’s bother’s voice at the other end.

"Hey Mate! Are you okay? You don’t sound so good…" He responded.

"Where’s Milly? And if you say, that she hasn’t talked to you, I swear I'll fly to Australia and-"

"Louis, I'm sorry, but I tried calling her about a hundred times now, she only said, she’s going to the Youth Welfare Office here in Adelaide. I have absolutely no idea when she’s gonna return." Calum tried calming down Louis on the phone.

He heard how he took deep breaths.

"If anything, do you hear me? If anything happens to her, I'm blaming it on you alright?" He sounded really angry, he's never seen him like that. "You should’ve tried stopping her from even starting to search for them, it’s only gonna hurt her." Louis continued without even giving Calum the chance to say something to that.

"Louis, I-" he tried calming him, but it didn’t work. He didn’t even notice him.

"It’s all your fault, I can’t reach out to her!" The man said. In the exact moment where Calum wanted to say something, he heard a loud crack and the telephone was taken away from Louis.

Louis' POV:

(Flackback to the time where Milly called him)

He hung up the phone and stared at it in disbelief. As nice as he was to his sister when she told him about wanting to find her parents, he was very worried. Worried, she’s not gonna be able to live with the truth. He was the oldest, he was supposed to protect them, he promised mum. He already lost Fiz, wasn’t able to protect her. He HAD to do better with Milly, he just had to. He covered his face in his hands and thought about all the different scenarios that could possibly happen when she searches for them. One worse than the other. Exactly at this moment, Louis husband Harry entered the music room, where all their guitars stood, in which Louis sat. "Oh, hey Lou…" He knew something was wrong, he always knew. Harry sat down next to him on the giant dark blue sofa and put an arm around his small waist.

"Okay, I assume something is going on with one of the sister and because you only react with being alone and staying silent when it’s about Milly, so I bet something is going wrong down there in Adelaide." He was still amazed by the way Harry could read him. No one will ever beat him in that. But Louis wasn’t ready to tell him yet, he first had to deal with it alone, Harry will understand that, he always did. But when will he be ready to talk about it?

Calum’s POV:

"Hey Cal.."

"Harry! Nice to hear your voice again!" Even though 5sos went on tour together with 1D back in 2013, they weren’t that close anymore. Only Niall sometimes visits them whenever he doesn’t have something to do.

"Listen, Lou is just kinda going crazy about this whole Milly-wants-to-find-her-parents thing, so when he saw her message this morning, he was extremely worried. When she didn’t answer as he was calling her, he just simply freaked out. I'm sorry that you had to experience that. I promise he didn’t mean any of the things he said" Talking to Harry always had something therapeutic, but this talk made Calum forget, he even had that conversation with Louis three minutes ago.

"Don’t worry. I get it, I'm very worried as well because it has been about 7 hours now without hearing anything from her and I have literally no idea where she could possibly be." He said, hoping he chose the right words to show Louis he cared about her just as much as he did. And that he was as worried as he was.

"Can you call Louis when she comes back? I'd guess, he wants to talk to her as soon as she’s with you again." Right when he wanted to respond, he heard someone unlocking the front door and opening it just seconds later. Only Milly can unlock doors this quick. It was a secret superpower of hers he noticed after 2 weeks of dating her as she broke into his dressing room 5 minutes before their London show.

"If you just stay on the phone for about 10 seconds, I guarantee you, he can talk to her." He said, eyes only located on the opening door.

#maddys fanfic

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listening-to-free-audiobooks · 2 years ago

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Honor and Redemption

Six years after a tragedy upended their lives, dashing Patrick returns to win back Eloise’s heart. But her mother’s secrets might push them apart forever… A tender story of family, hope, and love.

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A childhood love longing to make amends. A daughter fighting to break free. A mother struggling to protect her. Tormented by the past, can they build a better future?

Six years ago, tragedy tore Eloise and Patrick apart. Shouldering the burden of his brother’s death, he spent years drinking himself into oblivion. Now freed from that darkness, Patrick Lennox returns to reclaim the heart of the young lady he left behind.

Can she forgive the man who abandoned her without a word?

Eloise Andrews has enough troubles in her life without Patrick stirring things up. Her mother is a heartless beast who controls every aspect of her life, and Eloise is determined to break free of her—even if it means destroying the perfect reputation her mother is desperate to save.

But not all wounds can be seen, and perhaps something more lurks beneath her mother’s frosty demeanor…

Years of torment taught Emmeline Andrews to shield her heart behind a sterling reputation, and she will do everything she can to ensure her children are protected against society’s cruelty. But with her daughter determined to ruin herself and Emmeline’s own marriage crumbling to pieces, she has to decide whether or not that precious reputation is a shield or a jail.

Jumping between two generations, Honor and Redemption is a story about how our mistakes can shape our world and how the bond between mother and daughter, friends and sweethearts can break when we are afraid to open our hearts.

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z4nstories · 7 months ago

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Sun on Beach☀️🌊

16 years ago, I was 8 years old. My brother Santos would have been 32 now, double his age back then and I suppose if he was here right now, he would have shown a smile of contentment, seeing my life right now. Happy for my peace but sorry too. So deeply sorry for the loss he probably thought he incurred on us. It wasn’t his fault though. War really has no victors especially when you’re conscripted at 16 - but I still think he should have fought to stay out of it. He missed out. Our family could have been alone on a distant shore in the east, where the sun rose in the sea and set again, inland - had he not gone out to war. Such a heavenly place I have found, away from that war. I wish, so deeply, that they could be here with me now. But they all died 16 years ago, alongside the ones already on their deathbeds, wrinkled and silver haired as well as the little ones atop their mothers chests on a hospital bed. All in a great war.

I find it funny that in the years preceding the war, we were at the peak of our civilization. Well we believed we were - and I do not think at the time, I could have imagined a world greater than that one we inhabited. All the fantasies of a past world were real, very real so much that on one Christmas day, we gave our veteran grandfather that car he wanted so dearly in his youth, except it could fly. There was no concept of an economy, no rich or poor. Just peace.

We never thought it’d come to this. Behind the sea, a few miles behind the sandy shores I sit on, there is nothing. It is as though since the outbreak 16 years ago, it persisted in remaining a battlefield. First it was a battlefield for humanity, then nature against our sins and faults. Plants don’t grow inland and birds fall from the sky if they get too close, like that one Greek story of Icarus, the boy who flew too close to the sun. But the birds were born to fly; it was us who flew too close to the sun and they had to pay for it.

As a child, my parents sacrificed their lives to save my siblings. Our eldest brother Santos was at war but the rest of us fought the world to survive. When we were hungry we found only the rotting corpses of deers, cattle and rats in the scorched fields. If we were thirsty, we met a great vast ocean and rejoiced as if victorious against a great opposition but when the first of us fell after drinking from it, we looked closely and found it was green and red in pollution and bloodshed. And it flowed on for miles. When night fell one day, one of my brothers, aged 14, took a knife to my sister’s throat then to his and by the time we arrived to intervene, it was just red and we hated him for it, but the two dead on the floor were smiling and shedding blood stained tears from their eyes. I suppose he was the smart one out of us, because soon enough, we had fled so far from ‘civilization’ that the only ones left were us. And well - we had to survive didn’t we?

In the end I lived. I believe I am the last survivor of not just my family but our species and part of me feels as though that would be quite ideal for me. I don’t think I alone could keep them from ruining this place. These golden shores turn silvery at night and are forever soft and comforting like a mother’s embrace. The ocean isn’t green anymore and there is nobody left to paint it red, which means that the fish have come once again to the shoreline and are visible through the clear water that rolls back and forth like the unravelling of a golden scroll at day and a silver one at night. When it is time to start the day, the sun greets me from the other side of the ocean; so warm and bright a greeting I had never been offered before these days.

These days are better than our futuristic civilization. I think my family would have agreed. I think humanity would have too.

Insta won't let me post this whole pic 😭

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bludhavents · 4 years ago

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things that each greaser struggles with:

these are mostly headcanons i came up with. also, this gets pretty angsty.

content warning: alcoholism, addiction, anxiety.

darry:

- maturity. he thinks everybody looks at him like the “dad” of the group instead of just another friend, and he loathes it. he misses whenever he was able to skip work to catch a movie at the drive-in or take ponyboy and sodapop up to the dingo for lunch.

- accidental intimidation. his build is very large and strong, which is good for his job and for when he’s actually trying to, well, intimidate people, but other than that it just makes him feel guilty for being so unapproachable.

- relationships. specifically, darry is very insecure in his relationship with pony. he especially hates it whenever pony dogs on him for forgetting things or accusing him of not caring.

- emotional intelligence. he knows he comes across as cold. and he hates it. he has lots of emotions and he doesn’t air them out in a healthy way, so he tries his best to cut all the emotions off altogether in hopes that the negativity will stop, but it just makes him feel even more insecure.

- social skills. in high school, it was all much easier for him, but now that he’s working full-time and running the household, he’s fallen majorly behind in the social scene. he never goes out to the drive-in or to the dingo, and at first it was because he was too busy, but now, even if he doesn’t have a shift, he’ll make up some excuse because he’s too nervous to go and have to talk to people again since he feels like he’s gonna mess up.

- identity. darry was just starting to feel comfortable in himself and in his role in the world right before his parents died, and when they did, he stopped trying to figure out what made him happy. it has made him insecure of the emotional stint that is centered around his ego and sense of self.

sodapop:

- smarts. it’s canon that he’s insecure about this.

- growing up. while everybody else moves on to new things and grows up, he feels like he’s stuck in the same place watching everybody else progress while he stays behind. this was especially true after sandy left, because marrying her was going to be this huge exciting step in his life and when she left, he didn’t have that fulfillment anymore.

- reassurance. he feels a constant need for approval, and he will take it wherever he can get it. there’s a sort of pride he gets whenever he sees a girl checking him out, but there’s a deeper feeling telling him that she’s gonna run away once she finds out about how ‘stupid’ he is.

- authority. soda has a really hard time talking to people who are in a position of power. he gets all nervous and his hands get sweaty and his face goes sheet white in panic. his charm and social skill is enough to satisfy a conversation with a person his age, but he feels silly trying to be confident in front of an adult. he feels like they look down on him and will laugh.

- fatherhood. he’s very insecure about having a family in the future. he feels like he never appreciated his dad’s skilled parenting while he could, and since then darry has been a sort of fatherly figure in the house, but it’s hard for soda to see it that way. he grew up for 16 years with darry as a big brother and for him to suddenly be forced into a father role is troubling for soda. because of this complicated dynamic between soda and fatherhood, he feels like he won’t be able to be the best father possible for his children.

- legs. he hates his legs. you will never see soda in a pair of shorts, not even when he’s swimming. he doesn’t like the way they’re shaped and thinks that they make the rest of his body look odd, so he wears loose jeans to hide them. he’s also embarrassed of being embarrassed about them, so nobody knows, not even steve.

dallas:

- emotional intelligence. his lack of emotional intelligence is something he battles with a lot. he understands what people are feeling, but he has a hard time understanding why they feel that way. he says it’s because he’s too tuff to deal with emotions, but deep down he knows it’s because he was thrust into a traumatic childhood so early on that he never had time to build emotional bonds with people that would strengthen his empathy and understanding.

- his past, another canon take. he hates talking about it, even the good stuff, because when he thinks about new york all he can picture is 10 year old dallas watching a man being covered in a white sheet by the paramedics on the side of the road. he thinks about his friends from there and knows they’re all either locked up or dead, and it ruins any enjoyment he gets from reminiscing on the good times.

- health. he definitely has crohn’s or IBS or something else that makes his stomach hurt whenever he eats, and it embarrasses him to no end. he’s always anxious that his stomach is going to start hurting when he’s with the gang and is going to have to find some excuse to leave. he smokes so much while he’s out with them to keep from getting hungry until he gets back to buck’s place.

- his friendships. the shepherd gang is close-knit. then, the curtis’ are brothers, steve has known them forever, and two-bit is outgoing enough to make himself fit in to the group. johnny is the closest person dallas relates to, and it’s the friendship hes the most secure in.

- his smile. he knows smoking ruins his teeth, and he knows they’re crooked all over, and he knows that when he smiles his lips crack and stretch out.

johnny:

- his appearance, canon insecurity. he looks young for his age, and when the gang found him in the lot after he was beaten by Socs, they all started treating him like he was young too. he didn’t think the scar on his face was tuff, it just reminded him of being attacked.

- his voice. this is less about how it sounds and more about him not being able to speak over the shouting at home. he hates yelling, and he won’t stand in to speak up for him cause he’s too afraid of being told to “stop yelling”.

- being average. johnny feels painfully average in everything he does. he’s tried to find a skill that he truly loves and wants to take time to be good at, but he always gets frustrated and quits before he can improve.

- romance. almost every aspect of it terrifies johnny. he doesn’t know what a healthy marriage looks like, what he does know was from Mr and Mrs Curtis, but seeing them die together warped his sense of love. he doesn’t understand why you would want to love somebody so much if you didn’t have to. he doesn’t like the “til death do us part” aspect of marriage, because it makes him feel trapped. he’s not afraid of commitment, he’s afraid that he will end up in a marriage like his parents’ and not be able to leave.

two-bit:

- alcoholism. he’s an alcoholic and he knows it, but he’s been stuck in the vicious cycle of addiction for such a long time that the only way he knows how to cope with the emotional baggage of addiction is to drink more.

- social awareness. as of now, he’s very self-aware and extremely skilled in reading a room, but he didn’t used to be. he used to crack jokes at the wrong time and get scolded for it, and it made him feel horrible. like he wasn’t able to experience all the same sad feelings as everybody else because they reacted differently to the sadness than he did. they wanted to process the sadness while he wanted to ignore it.

- being absent at home. he knows he spends the majority of time at the curtis house, and he also knows that his mother spends the majority of her time at work, which leaves his little sister at home alone. he has a good relationship with her, but he doesn’t like for her to see him drunk, and as his alcoholism progresses, that gets to be more and more often. he knows this, and it’s one of the main reasons he’s so insecure about his addiction, because she’s the one who let him know that it wasn’t a one-way street. his problem affected him and her.

- commitment. two-bit is young, but he feels old enough to know how relationships work. he saw his dad walk out on them, and he was never able to process how you could go from marrying someone to leaving and never looking back. at first, he thought that his dad was just a selfish jerk, but when he met johnny and saw that his parents were also married and simultaneously abusive, he convinced himself that all marriages were bound to end up that way. he believes that if the curtis’ lived longer, they would have eventually gotten bitter and tired of each other, because in his mind, that’s just what couples do.

ponyboy:

- confidence. he has a lot of insecurities, and they’re shared pretty evenly between physical and non physical. he doesn’t like his body or his eyes. he doesn’t like how impulsive and dramatic he is.

- security. not in himself, but in life. he’s permanently on edge, feeling anxious about who’s going to be around the corner and what would happen if he got jumped and how many Socs he’d be able to fight off in case anything happened. his parents’ sudden deaths did not help this. he feels like life is constantly tossing him around, and he never feels completely safe.

- emotional outbursts. this isn’t exclusive to ponyboy, but he struggles with it the most. he hates getting upset with people, and he hates hurting other people’s feelings. when he’s feeling too many things, he starts to speak without a filter and gets mad at the littlest things, and he knows that it makes everybody around him feel bad.

- fitting in. in contrast to johnny’s insecurity, ponyboy wants nothing more than to fit in. he’s tired of being the only greaser in his classes, he’s tired of his isolated taste in movies and theatre, he’s tired of being a track star, and he’s tired of all the pressure put on him since he isn’t average.

steve

- masculinity. his dad always enforces an unrealistic standard of being strong, independent, and logical. steve is inherently all of these things, but the pressure he feels to keep it up weighs him down.

- comparing himself to others. it started in middle school when he noticed all of the people liked sodapop more. from then on he couldn’t help but feel like soda was more attractive and charming, darry was stronger and smarter, two-bit was funnier and cooler, dallas was tougher and unbothered, johnny was more likeable and down-to-earth, and ponyboy was more creative and well spoken.

- addiction. there was a time in steve’s life where he was getting high every day. at first it was fun, but then he had to quit track because he wasn’t as athletic as he used to be. it ruined his health and motivation. he started working on cars more to keep himself busy, and it helped a lot, even got him a job.

- hyperindependence. steve’s biggest character flaw is that he can’t ask for help. whether it’s asking for help in school or asking for soda to hand him a tool in the garage, steve can’t bring himself to do ask. it makes him feel like he’s not good enough to do it on his own.

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aglaxy · 3 years ago

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♡Yandere manhwa characters,

Headcanons♡ [Part 2]

Tw:Unhealthy relationships,obsessive themes,

Yandere,violence,blood,mentions of murder,

Manipulation,stockholm syndrome

Characters:Medea solon,cayena hill,

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Medea solon

•Medea is a very possesive and manipulative

Yandere who is also quite controlling.

•You and her first met when you're parents

Arrenged an alliance with her father,you met

Her as a smart and shy child who is very skilled

In swordmanship.

•Medea slowly gained a cute crush on you,the

More time you visit her and hang out with her.

And everyone notices it,making everyone tease

Her.

•Her nanny immediately liked you since you

Were the first person to ever make medea smile

Very brightly due to you're sweet nature.

•She admired you're dreams and hobbies,and of

Course you're whole being.you truly were the one

To be so kind to her besides her nanny and helio.

Her brother also liked you,since you are his

Little sister's friend and you even able to make

Her smile more in the mansion when you visit.

•Though,it can not say the same with helio as

He is envious of you.he sees you as someone

Naive and useless....so what did medea even saw

In you?he really envied you for getting medea's

Love and affection.

•As you two grew up,medea grew to gain even

Bigger feelings for you,her crush turned into

Hard love,into obsession.medea always make

Sure she was with you,making sure you ate and

Healthy,making sure you give you're attention

To her than anyone else.

•Medea also seemed not to mind you're

Kind and energetic nature as you always turn to

Make her fall for that smile like always.but

Of course,some nobles are going to insult and

Talk shit about you behind making medea beat

There asses very violently,she threatened them

In the most terrifying way to never try to insult

Her gorgeous dove.

•Yes,that is what she sees in you.a graceful but

Energetic dove who had the wings of freedom on

Their side,she always had this deep red blush

On her pale cheeks as she looked at you from

Afar not really listening to what the other

Astirocats are talking about at all.

•When it was the time you two met psyche,she

Almost viewed her as a rival if it weren't for her

Noticing the blonde girl always stalking her.you

Quickly warm up to the girl making psyche

Warm up to you as well.medea is chill about it,

But does get jealous when the two of you hang

Out while she trains and work hard for you to

Give her praise and time.

•She will give you a soft smile when you do

Praise her for the hardmanship she put herself

To,and she blushed hard when you admit on that

Was one of the reasons why you like her.

•Since you and her knew each other for a long

Time just as helio,so medea knows you for a

Life time and knows everything you like or

Dislike.it was weither her asking questions or her

Stalking very stealthily.

•Medea also knew about helio's feelings for her

But doesn't give a single damn since she had

Feelings for you instead leaving him heartbroken.

•You and her were the greatest friends anyone

Could ever ask for....but of course,good things

Won't last longer.you're family were turned into

Commoners making you and you're family a

Fallen noble all caused by her father,when she

Learned this,she was more than enraged.she

Wanted to make her father pay for making you

Left her,you were supposed to be with her

Forever!just like wife and husband/wife....but

Now it is all broken dreams because of her

Damned father for ruining everything!

•When she heard her father arranged her in

Marriage with the crown prince,she was angry at

First until she realized that this might be the time

Where she can finally overpowered her father,

And the perfect oppurtunity for you to bring

Back you're title.

•But of course,it all turned to shambles because

Of one bastard of a crown prince as he chooses

Psyche instead.returning home,she saw her

Beloved nanny dying by the hands of her father,

Her brother now leaving her.she couldn't take

It anymore.she needed at least someone she

Loved in her life,you.

•She truly needed you.please,comfort her,

Embrace her in you're arms,even a letter will

Make her pain go away for a little.

•Medea will be so happy when you did try to

Comfort to the best of you're abilities.she is so

Glad that she still had a person who cared and

Loved her.

"My dove...are you an angel?heh,who am i

Kidding?of course you are."

•This made her realize,she needed to make her

Moves fast.what if eros finds out you are her last

Weakness and will get rid of you? ....no.no,she

Won't allow it.there will be no fucking way that

She'll let you die by the hands of him.never.so,

This makes her force herself to work even harder

And it was the time where she and psyche

Switched bodies.

•Although,it was nice that she finally can get

Her revenge and you finally able to get back

You're honour.she hated,no...loathed the way you

Smile at psyche(who is in her body)it was the

Thing she despises since you are not techincally

Looking at her.instead,it was psyche.was she

Planning to steal from her again?

•That what has medea in mind but the truth was

Pscyhe thought that if you got to partcipate the

Ball,it might make you happy like old times when

You were still a noble.and not noticing the way,

Medea glare at her hatredly,she just continued

Being sweet to you while medea silently shakes

In rage and jealousy.

•After where medea and psyche make up,met

Perion,had a little agruement with helio and

Finally able to know that eros had feelings for

Her,medea knows she can win this little war of

Game.she manipulates eros to getting you back

The title of nobility,and tricked him into actually

Agreeing to his proposal.

•But,eros disappointed her when he told her,he

Will give you back that title when the marriage

Between him andd her are over.this,of course,

Enrages the future duchess solon but had no

Choice to make,she agreed.(as much as she

Hated it)

•After medea kills her father,she offered you to

Go to her mansion.once you got there,she

Asked you to be her assistant in order to save

Money for you're desperate parents searching

For a good job to help themselves,especially you.

Since,you don't want you're parents to suffer

Anymore,you took the job making her grin in joy.

•Medea never go hard on you,she gave you the

Smallest and easiest tasks,she lets you eat some

Of her food and always spoil you as well.this,

Gradtually made some servants jealous of you

But none had the guts to slander you as they

Never want to face the terrifying wrath of the

Duchess who can kill them in a second.

•As more time passes,medea grew and grew

Even more possesive of you.no one now ever

Talks to you anymore because of the memory

Of medea who intimidates and threatened them

If they even dared to talk to her dove,so as

Expected,every one of them kept silent as they

Still did want to live afterall.

•Remember when her relatives now slept in

Her house and saw you?well,one made a grave

Mistake on flirting with you.a noble male even

Had the nerves of trying to touch you making

You incredibly uncomfortable.medea got that

Information when you told her that,the noble

Never tries to look at you nor touch you ever

Again.since he had payed the price of losing his

A hand by the very wrath of the duchess.

•Everyone seems to even got more terrified,so

No one even looks at you now making medea

Feel joyful since they were able to learn that you

Belonged to her.and her only.none deserved to

Look at you're gorgeous figure as she can only

Take care of you right.

•Now,if you ever ask her on to why is no one

Ever talk to you anymore.she'll brush it off at

First,but if you keep answering her then she'll

Just had to make you stop.medea will trick you

Onto believing that none of the mansion ever

Talks because of there jealousy of you.they

Were so jealous of you being the duchess

Favorite,that they never talk to you out of spite.

•She carressed you're cheek,as she'll just

Smooth talk her way out of the question making

You forget on why did you even ask her that.

•But....you began to notice her very posessive

Acts,if you ever confront her about it,she'll

Think of it as it isn't a big deal but if you ever

Try to raise you're voice at her,then it is time for

You to see her ever true colors.

•She slapped you,hard.so hard,that it made

You bleed in the mouth ever so slightly.don't

Forgot that she was the one who ever taught

Helio he needs to know in this world,she'll look

At you with slightly angered eyes as she grabbed

You're wrist and drag you to her room.

•As you two got in,medea will punish you very

Harshly.she will grab a whip,and ordered you to

Stretch you're arms to her and when you did as

You are told out of fear,she whipped you're

Hand several times and it didn't took an effort to

Make you're hands red and bruised.

•Of course,she'll take care of you afterwards

Since she doesn't want her dove to be so hurt

Because of her.

•Now,expect to be punished severly if you ever

Think twice to yell at her again.either her

Breaking a bone or two,or her forcing you to

Be on you're knees until it's bleeding,or her

Starving you,or her slightly burning you're hands.

It was all for you to learn you're mistakes,don't

Blame her,besides....who was giving you money

To provide you're parents a good life?her.

•Medea will always use you're parents against

You and it always works.she smirked at the

Submussive face you gave her,the first time she

Mentioned you're parents.this gave her a sense

Of power than ever.and she could never be

Happy when you're parents thought she was

Treating you......."right".

•Now,you are a real dove in a cage.medea's

Pure and gorgeous dove,that will always be her

Possesion and love.nothing can take away her

Dove.nothing.

"There,there my dove....yes,i know this is very

Painful but,don't think of leaving.did you

Forget about you're parents?that's right.if you

Behave,they won't starve anymore,that's what

You want,yes?"

Cayena hill

•This princess is also a manipulative and

Obsessive but soft yandere.

•Cayena first met you as rezef's maid,when he

Was still in control of the lady in waitings,she

Never thought she could fall inlove in first sight

But here she was.

•She was incredibly confused to why she was

Feeling like this in the first place,she just met

You now so why is her heart beating so loudly?

•Cayena will continue to observe you if she

Had the chance.she saw how obedient and

Polite you are.such a clever thing,yet you're here

Just to serve her brother?not any longer.

•Cayena would definetely manipulate rezef into

Giving you to her,telling that you might be a

More valuable asset to her to make him the

Emperor.and since he's such a greedy little shit

For both the throne and for his sister's love,he

Gave you to her willingly.

•When you first met her,you saw just how

Gorgeous she is.her beauty was ethereal,you

Heard the rumours but goddamn,she was

Making you're eyes burn due to her beauty.

Anyways,you expected her to act bratty and to

Be a foolish princess but that didn't came as she

Acted elegant and graceful,something only a

True princess would act.

•Suprised as you are,you didn't waste anytime

To ask her what will be you're duties to serve her.

She smirked and told you that you will become

Her new lady in waiting,which isn't a suprise to

You but what did,was how soft and gentle she

Was to you.

•Elegant gestures,authoritive way of talking,

She really is different from the old princess you

Know of.

•Cayena really did want for you to see her as a

Princess you wanted to work with,a gentle

Lady who is capable of solving any problems.

That's what she succeeds in,and you believe

It as well since you can truly see her being the

Perfect empress for the empire.

•After months of working for her,also

Meeting olivia,vera and the other ladies in

Waitings,cayena grew absoloutely more and

More obsessive of you making her only letting

You work beside her only.this also results on

Julia,being jealous causing tantrums whenever

She saw you as the favorite lady in waiting.

•Which is kinda true,since everyone can see how

Fond the princess act towards you but that was

Not a excuse for the girl looking at you with

Very hateful eyes whenever she sees you.

•Rezef also is quite hateful towards you as you

Manage to make his lovely sister to be so soft

With you.it made him sick.it should be only him

That cayena should even act like that.but seems

Like fate wasn't on his side since cayena can

Now only think and talk highly of you,not him.

Not anymore.

•So that made him enrage but not wanting to

Be on his sister's bad side,he kept his emotions

In check.raphael doesn't hate you,but it is quite

Hurtful for him to see you and cayena together

Smiling and chatting oh so happily.he does not

Want to lose her,but anything to keep her happy.

So,the duke lets her go.

•Now,time skip when cayena meets ethel

Lindberg,who she claims to be her half sibling.

She got kidnapped and you were the one who

Barged into the prince's chambers as he read a

Book.yes,after a long time working with the

Princess you get attached to her.who wouldn't?

She was a kind and gentle princess,that you can't

Help but fall into her charms of grace.

•You kneeled and begged for the prince to go

And find her highness,he lifted you're chin and

You can see how angry he was.danger was

Written all over his being as he shuddered in

Rage when he heard you said that his beloved

Sister was kidnapped.

•To let out his anger,he stabbed and snapped the

Few of the people in his chambers while you

Tremble in his presence.you couldn't understand

How you used to work for him,sure you knew of

His very violent behavior but you didn't know

That it could get this far when his sister is

Involved.when he did head over to save his

Sister,you felt yourself breath again,you just

Hoped that cayena was safe.

•And speaking of the princess,she was not

Only worrying about herself,she was also

Worried about you.since she fell unconsious

A lot earlier,she can only think of you're safety.

She truly hoped that you aren't hurt,she begged

Herself for her not to think you aren't harmed

But she can't help but worry for you.

•She then got saved by the duke,and she

Thanked him quickly not after asking if you are

Alright.he answers her that yes,you are fine and

Not a single scratch was on you're body.she lets

Out a breath of relief,that is truly a relief.

•When cayena was brought back to the palace,

That is how everything were placed into danger

As she grew to be more visible on showing her

Affections towards you.people just thought that

The princess was only being kind,but you can

See how she loves to spoil you.

•It is always her routine to spoil you.indeed,ever

Since you worked for her it became a routine

That she loved,even if you get overwhelmed by

It,she still manages to spoil you with headpats.

•So,uh,remember her crazy ex husband?yeah...

When he learned about you,he was disgusted

That the princess was giving affection to a

Rat like you.he thought that you seduced the

Princess and when cayena visited him in his cell.

He explained to her that he could be a better

Lover than you could ever will be.

•This...just made the princess shoot him in the

Leg,making him scream in agony and pain.

"You dare speak such words to my beloved.?

Scum such as you,deserve nothing but death."

•And she did bring him death,she shot him

Multiple times,but of course the cell was empty

Because of her seducing the guards to get out

So she can talk to gillian alone.

•She knew it would be a great idea to steal

Rezef's gun,it was a perfect oppurtunity for him

To take the blame for her.when morning comes,

She'll put on a face and everyone will believe her.

Of course,anyone will believe her.she was the

One who got kidnapped,so of course it

Wouldn't be her.and no one will even suspect

That it's her.

•At this point,cayena managed to make you her

Lover and she absouloutely showered you with

Lots and lots of love and hugs and kisses.

•She's just so soft to you that no matter what

You do,she'll always take you're side.ALWAYS.

•Of course,cayena can see that you are starting

To act up to her but she'll just pat you're head

And soothe you with sweet words.if that doesn't

Work,then she can gently whisper to you're ear

That you're parents can always be on the line.

She's the princess of this empire,and you are

Her lover.enemies will be using you're loved ones

As hostages and they might even torture them.

Only SHE can save them as she is the princess.

•Cayena's punishments aren't bad,she will

Only scold you harshly like a child being

Disciplined by there mother.after that,she'll

Give you some kisses on the forehead and will

Assure you that she's just a little mad at you.

•Cayena might also try and make you're loved

Ones use you as a tool of power.so that the only

Person you can only love and depend on is her.

And this will just make her obsession for you

Grown than it could ever will be.

•This will also just result in you loving her back,

As she is the one who gave you the affection

No one could ever give you.she is so happy that

Her beloved loves her back,you are her beloved.

Hers and hers alone.

"My beloved...you always look so precious!

Oh,i love you so much.my,did i spoil you

Rotten again?"

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