#brother runt

[demoralizedreprobate]

thinking about becoming an al snow fan page lmao

2010 tna hardcore justice: rhino vs al snow vs brother runt

[lologoinsolo]

Main Masterlist, Cats and Their Men Masterlist, Part 2

Thinking about Simon with a runt of a kitten and it’s barely the size of his palm. Also thinking about the poor cashier that’s stumbling over her words when that hulking man has a kitten fisted in his palm and he just jerks it forward.

“U-Uh, sir, we can’t— I can’t keep that.” His eyes make you shrivel up and you delicately hold the little kitten in your hands. “We uh— the store can’t hold animals we only sell the stuff that animals need.”

He looks at you like that’s not what he’s wanted to hear. Granted you’ve had a couple people come up to try and surrender or drop of their animals like it’s a pound. “I need things for the cat.” He says and you feel like maybe you shot yourself in the foot.

You have a line piling up behind him but no one seems to dare speak up. Why would they when this guy could lay them flat out? Jesus what are they feeding this guy? Steroids and protein powders? You think before swallowing thickly. “I can… I can get my coworkers to—“

“No.” He reaches forward and you flinch when he picks up the kitten and holds it to his chest. “You’ll help.” Nodding off and he starts to walk leaving you dumbfounded and confused. He walks a couple steps before he turns to you with a ‘well?’ look on his face.

You hurriedly grab your pager and call for someone to go through the line while you help this guy. Leading him down the aisle for the litter and you list off the different types. “There’s crystal litter, wood pellets and those are pretty good when it comes to smell. We have tofu litter and that—“

“Does it need something fancy to shit in?” He cuts off the beginning of your speech with a huff. He sounds a mix of annoyed and amused with how you bristle from his remark. You’re tempted to leave, your manager can bitch later about you doing that butttt the kitten against his chest meows and you find that you can’t leave the little thing to suffer because their dad’s a right prick.

“Sir,” you take a breath, “the litter is moreso about preference. Do you want to hide the smell of their… ya know… poop better? Or would you prefer something that clumps or something that’s easy to clean?” You wait… and wait some more before he finally says.

“Pick one.”

You blink at him and he mimics it that bastard. He just stares the entire time you have this little contest. You’re starting to feel like you should’ve called out of work. You knew today would be horrible, your instincts never lie. “Okay,” taking a deep breath and spitefully picking the most expensive and heaviest litter that your store sells. You yank it off the shelf with a groan. If it’s hard for you to lift then he’ll probably have the time of his life having to lug this home. He doesn’t seem to care about the pricing nor the weight though as he grabs the litter from your struggling arms. He shoves the kitten back to your empty hands. “I—“ you stumble over your words, trying to come up with something but he beats you to it.

“Where’s the food she need?” Lifting it onto his shoulders, the muscles bulging as he holds that thing with ease.

“Well she,“ you cough to keep from ogling too much. “Will need some kitten food and maybe some wet food later on. A good kibble would be good to add later on once she gets older,” holding the kitten up gently and her little green eyes blink at you. You prod softly at her teeth to make sure she can handle those foods. You’re hoping she’s not to young or she’ll need kitten formula. You then check her ears and see some red marks. Noticing the little black specs moving about her neck and you cringe. “And a good flea bath. Poor thing,” petting the little baby as you walk off to grab a flea comb. He’ll have to buy it anyways so you’ll make use of it now. You pick at her fur with the comb and squish whatever fleas that you find, you hate those little fuckers. “What’s her name?”

You’ve noticed he’s as silent as a grave this customer of yours. He’s hardly said a peep besides caveman grunts and nods. If it wasn’t for him nearly against your side then you would’ve thought he ran off. That black surgical mask makes him look like he’s something important. Maybe mafia or something possibly dangerous. But… he did come in holding this tiny kitten and isn’t batting an eye at the things you’ve been telling him he’ll need to get for his new pet. Perhaps he’s nicer than your judgement of him is.

You clear your throat, he probably didn’t hear you since he hasn’t tilted his head down. “Does she have a name?” You ask once more and he pulls to a stop, he had came back with a cart earlier when there were too many things for him to hold in his tree trunk arms. It was comical seeing him try to hold a litter box, scratching post, and various foods though.

He doesn’t answer save for the roll of his shoulders that looks like it could be counted as a shrug. You mouth an ‘oh’ before you mind your business. He probably just found her or he’s gonna foster and send her off. Better to not get attached…

You chatter off the things he’ll need to do. See a vet, get her spayed, make sure she has no health problems, the usual things that you mention to pet parents. The little thing in your hands is a curious thing, she wiggles about constantly. Eager to move and escape your hands and arms. Tiny tail flicking about and the meowing and pawing is cute, makes your heart squeeze when he plucks her from your hands and he holds her close. You push the cart along and stop at the toys and bowl aisle.

“Well,” you pull some toys off the shelf, crinkle toys and mouses that should help with those prey instincts. “She’s a sweetheart. I’d probably call her Bailey,” you smile fondly and his brows furrow at your advice. Grabbing the kitten shaped bowls and hurriedly putting them in the cart when you squirm under his eyes. “Oh uh, my brother always wanted a cat named Bailey. It’s a nice name but if you don’t want to call her—“

“Bailey,” he holds her up a little and the kitten paws at his face. Her little nails snag on the fibers of his mask and he pulls them off quickly. “Better than garbage, yeah?” He speaks to the kitten like a human. There’s a crinkle besides his eyes and you realize he’s smiling but when you catch what he said you drop this cactus scratcher you thought he should buy her by accident.

“Garbage?” You look aghast. You’ve heard all kinds of names but never something like that. Quickly picking the cactus scratcher back up and placing it in the piling up cart. “You’d call her that?”

He shrugs his massive shoulders again. “S’where I found ‘er.” Grumbling his reasoning. He glares at the kitten like she’s the cause of his problems. “Couldn’t sleep with’er howling and rummaging about. Made a mess that I had to clean.”

You blink a bit and now it makes some sense why he’s so… snappy? “Well… maybe she knew you’d get her if she was loud enough.”

He scoffs, “she bit and hissed at me.” He rubs his finger over her head and you notice the little red marks on his hands. “Feisty little shit shoulda left ya out in the cold.” She nips at him and he chuckles something deep.

You can’t help the smile that reaches your face. She plays with his fingers and he doesn’t flinch when she bites hard or digs her nails in. He just looks down at her with something akin to wonder and begrudged responsibility.

You pull him to your cash register and his kitten racks up a pretty hefty bill but he pays for it with wads of cash. You don’t speak on the weird crumbled bills nor the faint reddish brown color. You simply bag his items and put them in his cart. “If you need anything, sir. Come find me and I’ll help, okay?” You can’t believe you said it AND actually ment it. What can you say, you love cats more than people and that little thing won your heart as easily as she won his.

He gives a gruff nod and pushes his cart out with on hand. The kitten is pushed into his coat pocket to hide her most likely from the cold outside. She pokes her head out to give a complaint but he just gently pushes her back in. He leaves without waving and you’re left to wonder if he’ll come back. You kinda hope he does come back.

[cairos-wing]

Runt is the younger sister Troy needed and Troy is the hypeman Runt needed send tweet

(Also I have a new HC that the Overseer couldn’t see Blink’s face through the cog mask thing but could see wing tips and chin and kinda assumed Blink looked like Wolverine Hugh Jackman and they were totally gonna co-ordinate something less formal the moment “the right hand” was done hunting down the Inventor)

[wtimetravelgentlemen-notsfw]

Trying to come off as dom/top is so hard when I'm like 5'3 and sound like a squeaky-toy

[renthesilliestbeing]

All hyperfixations/special interests I've had active this year

Yes I get hyperfixated on things way too easily, if you're wondering

[fisherkn1ght]

procrastination sketches before the semester is over 😔

my arisen and his two brothers (:

[madigoround]

My bone deep desire to foster fail with her vs my ingrained and trauma response fear of things that can cause debt and financial disaster (I keep going back and forth back and forth but I really want to keep her)

[bizlybebo]

listen im the first person to scream 'not every platonic duo is inherently sibling coded' because i roll my eyes at complex characters being shoved into the 'sibling' box by fandoms all the time. but oh my god the shit runt and troy are getting into and arguing about is literally me and my little brother 24/7 whenever we interact. goddddd

[jasvvy]

to the pit

[phantomwritezstuff077]

The Runt - Billy the Kid

Summary: The runt is the smallest and has the least advantage in a group - commonly used when talking about a litter. And that is what Lauren is in the Seven Rivers gang:

The runt.

(PLATONIC! Billy the Kid x OC)

Warnings for this series: parental death, child abandonment, grief of a parent slight verbal abuse, physical abuse, mentions of sex, guns, violence, misogyny, use of a homophobic slur, complex feelings, drinking, underage drinking, smoking, drug usage.

THIS IS ALSO CROSS-POSTED ON MY WATTPAD: PhantomWritez2

Chapter One

Laurie had somehow convinced Jesse to let her go on a little cattle run with the rest of the guys. She was almost never allowed to go on those things because she was ‘too young’ or ‘too small’ or ‘too weak.’

Laurie, also known as Lauren (if you were to call her by her full name), was what the Seven Rivers gang called the runt of the litter.

The runt of the litter.

That was what Laurie was.

The smallest of the group, and often seen as the weakest even though she could do anything they could do, maybe even better than they could. And she hated being seen as some little fawn that needed to be coddled and looked after. 

The group galloped to the entrance of the ranch where Jesse dismounted his horse and was greeted by his girlfriend whom Laurie couldn’t really be bothered remembering the name of. And with that girlfriend, Barbara, if Laurie remembered correctly, stood the man the group had brought back to the ranch a few weeks ago.

Jesse said something about his name being Billy.

The 13-year-old tilted her head as she observed the strange guy. He looked a lot better than the last time she saw him. The last time she had seen him, he was lying on Artax’s back like a sack of potatoes and looking like he was about ready to kill himself. 

“Fellas, this here… is a very old friend of mine, Kid Antrim,” Jesse introduced, “Billy, Bob Olinger, John Beckwith, the runt back there is Lauren Casely.”

“Good to meet you,” Billy said, looking at the guys before his eyes fell on the little red-head girl. He could definitely see why Jesse referred to her as ‘the runt.’ You could tell right away she was the smallest and the youngest out of all of the guys here. Laurie sighed at the use of her full name, she didn’t really like it but she knew there wasn’t too much she could do to get the gang leader to stop calling her that.

She was just the runt of the litter, after all.

And she should be grateful Jesse didn’t shoot her on the spot when he found her, shouldn’t she?

Later that night, while all the guys sat around the table inside Jesse’s house, getting drunk or smoking tobacco. Or both. Laurie sat outside on the front porch, picking apart a twig she had found quietly. She never really felt like she truly belonged with the Seven Rivers gang, she was only here in the first place because Jesse caught her stealing supplies from his barn and decided to just take her under his wing instead of shooting her on the spot. But she was barely even acknowledged by him anyways, she was just another mouth to feed and body to bury to him. 

Her head perked up when someone sat beside her, she looked over to see Billy, nodding in acknowledgement before going back to tearing apart the twig in her hands. That was how the two sat for a good few minutes, sitting in the dark in silence until Billy spoke up.

“Lauren, correct?,” he inquired, watching the younger girl.

“Laurie,” Laurie replied, “I don’t like being called Lauren.”

The outlaw nodded, making a mental note about the fact that this kid didn’t like being called by her full name.

“So how’d you get here, running with a gang?,” Billy questioned, looking over at the young teenager next to him. “You don’t look much older than 12.”

“I’m 13,” the teen corrected, throwing her stick to the side. “Jesse caught me stealing from his barn when I was 10. Instead of shooting me on the spot he decided to spare me and just have me living under his care for some reason.”

Billy nodded, looking up at the full moon in the dark night sky. It had been a while since he had actually taken the time to appreciate the small things, like how bright the moon looked and how pretty the stars in the sky were. 

“Where’re your parents?,” the outlaw suddenly asked and Laurie sighed.

“Gone. My dad was killed, don’t know what happened to my ma, I just woke up one day and she had just disappeared, never heard from her since,” Laurie explained, clearly not really in the mood to talk but she knew that it would be rude not to answer Billy’s questions.

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The next morning Lauri found herself doing yard work while the other gang members worked on training new horses. Billy sat on the fence, talking with Jesse and Barbara while watching Jesse lunge one of the new horses. Laurie picked up a bag of some horse feed, tossing it into a wheelbarrow, ever so slightly eavesdropping on the conversation a few feet away from her. Jesse was talking about how the gang was thinking of going out to El Paso, and Laurie immediately knew she would probably get left out of that trip because she was too young or too weak, just like she always did.

The only reason she went on that trip that they returned from yesterday was because Jesse was “feeling nice.” 

“Hey, why do you call that one over there ‘runt’?,” Billy questioned as he looked over to where Laurie was working and then back at Jesse.

“Because that’s what she is, really,” Jesse answered, continuing his work with his horse. “She’s the smallest out of all of us, probably the weakest as well. Sounds like runt material to me, don’t it?”

Laurie rolled her eyes with a quiet sigh, she hated that nickname. Runt – the smallest and more often than not in a group, specifically used when you’re talking about dogs and other animals. But according to Jesse, it can be used on people too – given the correct circumstances, of course. And here’s the funny part, no matter how much Laurie disliked the taunting, the names and the constant reminder about the fact she would be nothing without him – Laurie always found herself trying to seek out Jesse’s approval one way or another.

That’s the beauty of Laurie’s life.

The red-headed teenager watched as Billy got up and followed Barbara down into a slightly wooded area where a few horses stood loosely tied by the mangers and water troughs. She rolled her eyes and continued working, Laurie never understood romance nor did she ever experience it or want to experience it. She didn’t really ever have those urges. 

After a few minutes Billy came back from the woods and approached her, Laurie slowed her movements for a moment. Trying to figure out why the new member was going to attempt to talk to her. 

“You need help with those?,” Billy asked, gesturing to the few bags of feed that still needed to be hauled into the wheelbarrow and brought into the stables. Laurie shrugged, picking up another bag and almost dropping it. Why did these things need to be so heavy?

“If you want to help, you can,” the child replied, putting the bag into the barrow with a small but tired sigh. Billy felt his face soften a bit when he noticed how tired the kid in front of him was. So he did what he believed was right and picked up the last few bags with ease and hauled them into the wheelbarrow. 

Laurie would be lying if she said that she wasn’t shocked that Billy helped her, because she wasn’t expecting him to actually do anything to make her life easier. In fact, he had been the first person in three years to actually help her with any of the chores she had been assigned. She stood there for a moment, glancing at the feed in the wheelbarrow before her blue eyes met his and she gave him a small smile.

“Thanks,” was all she said before pushing the wheelbarrow in the direction of the barn, not with ease though. She strained her muscles as she pushed the heavy supplies towards the barn, taking deep breaths as she did so. 

Billy watched Laurie and he couldn’t help but wonder why Jesse was having this child do this kind of work without at least a little bit of help, especially considering the fact she was a little bit small and naturally scrawny for her age. 

Why was there child labour going on at this ranch?

A/N:

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[xylein]

noah singing along in that one song in total dramarama, the one where beth gets a baby brother and the rest are acting like its the end of the world Will always be so funny to me cause noah.. Noah.... ur the youngest of 8... what are yoy doing in this song..

[soupamor]

one more “vent” post for the road. i told a therapist when i was younger that my brother was going to die and that i thought he’d never meet my children, totally calm. and he said “is he sick?” and i said “some people just aren’t meant to live that long. he’s not a survivor.” and he said “what exactly is he surviving? i think you should have hope.” and i said “if we were lions i’d kill him myself”

[ecto-stone]

it's She the Goblin who ruin my nap the whole Week

[bingqiv]

sorry but my cat is the sweetest cat to ever cat. not only does he try to pet my face with his paws (making sure that his claws are retracted so he doesn't hurt me) but he also needs his daily nose boop-trills

[contradictivs]

realistically? liam had to have mentioned to the pack that he has a brother. but there’s something so funny about ryder showing up at the school one day & it being an entire Thing

[semiferalstreetcoyote]

yes she fucking is