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themothermary-blog1 · 6 years ago

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I married a preast that missed his calling

i live in a place called honoly and i am the dragon people like to blame me for everything bad that happins insted of seeing reality peats dragon looks dangerous he cant hide that he is a dragon but if you read the story he is actually very good to peater and protecting him see he can fly high above honoly and sees

i tryed to tell people about the true danger but nobody wants to beleave whell the preast missed his calling he is not intelegent otherwise hes got it

he took up a soft natured position

he is not invalved with wemen (im the only woman he has ever been with )

playes him self off as a really nice person even gives out gifts

he cathlic so he has the child molest ok from his church

placed him self in close prosimity of a kid

built a close man and boy friendship

He follows the prestly dont list you know dont cuss, drink coffie, smoak cigretts, drink , smoak marawana , do hard drugs

come from a good name cathlic family

when the accusation was made he took the kid (evedence with him isolated it from people that might ask the right questions)

he had beleavable coconspearaters his parents good family name

now the next part of it is

the witness take anything that the witness might be doing and make it look 10 times worse than it is paint your self as the victom hopfully the victom has been suffering the cercomstances of the sexual abuse hopfully thay have mental problems are drinking doing drugs maby permisquous behavyour the more the better (in my case it was perfect all those side effects of the sexual impropriety / voyering/ and inapropreat corresin)

now thay the prest has been moved to a new place he is going to paint him self as a really good person you know turn it on more then ever before

if possable turn as meny people aginst the victom as possable using what ever means

(the child is perfict a child liking the perpetrator always looks good expecially if the child was asleep when the inapropreat corressing took place no actual physical damage was done and the child was not awake so this is perfict right for the child him (the biggest victom who was asleep only knows about the close friendship not the inapropreat corressing)

the coconsperetors the parents in my exes case cleaned up the evedence of too much closeness kept the father and son at there house acting as if having to nurse them threnw my horrableness that by the was only became horrable when i asked for a protection order aginst him for groose sexual propriety when thay put the father and son in a house togethor it was fixed up real nice much better than i the mother can offer and the father is a farmer (tax payer) and the accuser is on social security (a burden on society) and set up the father son relationship in a open diningroom and drilled peep holes in the bathroom door and painted him as a loving dedicated father and me as a neglectfull abusive mother that makes up lyes and thay kept my child away from me making people think i was the danger when he actually is

the parish in a prestes case the parish would put him with children who will swair he hasent touched them so there for he looks good

in my ex husbands case he got in good with the school wouldnt let me have anything to do with it got in good with the tuter provided by the bureau of developmental disability then had it moved to a diffent county

wouldnt let me have anything to do with it any mutual friends he made me out to be a pece of shit to expecially church people using my preveous problems from long ago to make it look good (i dumly admitted to the judge that i had mental problems was self medicating and cheated on my husband)

he told the cops i was a mental case and on drugs do you get it not the cop i talked to in my county diffrent cops in a diffrent county thay know his good family name

by moving it to another county the childrens services friends i knew werent on the case the case manager i worked with was no longer on the case nobody that could reassy help he could do it in the ajasent county where my son now lived at his grandparents house

usually a preast picks off a slowlearner kid from a poor family because the chance that thay could afford a real attorney paid to win the case isnt very good

i was on social security my ex denied me any money for a attorney and knew we were not to use marital assets to come up with the money

he had possesion of the child and wouldnt let me see him and turned the child aginst me saying i didnt love him or want to see him when i did see the child he had been brainwashed into hating me and kept saying i wasent getting any of his dads money saying i was a drug addic alcoholic theaf crazy

my child treating me this way caused me to get extreamly depressed just as in the case with the preast when the boy acusses him and he calls the boy a lyer drug addic crazy it causes a sereous depression often times it forces the victom to give up only the strongest victoms persist

the next step is the drag it out postponment after postponment things getting lost in the mail it is to where down the victom in hopes of them giving up

if the victom holds strong its pay off time now thay you have dirtyed the victom name made your self look good real good your sure you got them totaly depleated draw up some contract that thay think thay got to stick to throw them some money to keep theyer mouty shut paint your self as a good person with the preast he declairs i gave him the money because he was obveously desporat thays why he tryed this people do go along with it

in my case my ex husband gave me a piddence of our marital assets and told everybody you know she is just going to spend it on drugs and alcohol or give it to her boyfriend. thay baught it ya you wouldnt want to give her too much he let me have the house i came into the marrage with and the biggest part of all is he got fool costody at his house with him suppervising it so nobody could talk to my kid or hear what i was saying to him and he could use my love for the kid as leverage

how does he use my kid as leverage

me having to go to his house to see my kid makes people beleave continuously thay there is something wrong with me

him having my kid (insestuous petafile has costody of my kid) exaserpates my mental illness

the fact that nobody will listen to me and he paintes him self as godly drives me crazy so thats what people see

when i act out or try to confrunt him infrunt of my kid thats all my kid sees and he has been fed i did his dad wrong that i was cruel to him so now my son sees his father as the victom and actually stands up for him now do understand what might drive a woman over the edge my son is defending his sex offender actually shuving me pulling on me slaming the door in my face telling me to leave his dad alone or go home trust me seeing my son do this was making me crazy to crazy to go to court ( i was a reck)

on top of it my ex isnt doing much more than stor housing my kid he has put on a bunch of weight and he is failing in school my ex knows this upsets me his dad is letting my son barly function and letting him get away with shit so he looks to my son to be the good in kids eyes parents my exes mom is doing the feeding deep house cleaning and everything that has to do with school

what he didnt count of was i knew that the costody papers were not set in stone i now had money for a attorney so i set out to prove my self as a mother. i set out to get mentally healthy enought to go to court. inspite of how bad i get treated over there inspite of how good of a picture he has painted for him self

oh i do agree he has painted with my broken selfs help a pretty bleak picture of me to our intyre community oh even better then the bleak pichure of me is the steller picture he has painted of him self.

i went with hope and we went to court the other day and i was the luckeyest woman in the world he thought he didnt need a attorney and costody was set in stone he belaved i couldnt change anything and he had me broken down too much to try he almost won the deciding factor was my son inspite of my ex husbands best efforts and the best efforts of his family thay did not compleatly turn my son aginst me

the visatation where horrable i mean horrable at first my son wouldnt even look at me he would tell me to leave there was no sense in me even trying to improve visatation as long as he hated me but i kept going no matter how bad his dad trated me how often he called me crazy how often he made fun of me and made my son laugh i kept at my visatation 3 days a week 2 ohers apece for 21/2 years over that time i brought activitys and built a better relationship than my son and i had before this nightmear got started my son has a better relationship with me than most boys do with there mother who kinda treats kids like furniture

my ex husband on the other hand has gotten laxed and stopped paying so close attension stop going out of his way to paint me so dirty he figured he had me i was stuck if i wanted to see my kid he was going to controol it my son was growing up fast and i started explaining mental illness and drugs and alcohol use being self medicating i also got rid of my boyfriend explaining that my son was more important i even showed him the photograph of where my boyfriend who also had a mental illness had been beating me up and i didnt want him to see the bruses i also explained the fact that i didnt have a phone to call him that cell phones dont work where i live (thay dont work at his house eathor) i explained that i had to ask his dad if i could see him and his dad wouldnt answer the phone or return my calls at the neighbors thay if i tryed to see him with out permision i would get arested i could have got in trouble the cupple times i did he remembered how upset i was and said is thay why you were crying i said yes i was sceard of getting arested but i had to see you and you were so diffrent so cold twards me the one time you had lost your teeth and nobody told me i was so sad and so mad and your dad was glad i looked what is called disheveled you could not see the true cause was not me i appologized for my mental illness and even gave him permission to yell at me for him getting hurt and my beautifull son told me sometimes he gets upset and makes mistakes i said thats because you are my son and for us that is normal the funny thing about this is my son as he mitures not only acts more like me but looks more like me with every passing day its weird when he lift my house he was skinny and publickly meekey like his father and throwing fits with me

now he is kinda tough divorce does that to you he has grown up quite a bit and i could see he was ready for court i had made our relation strong enough he is so much like me god do i love this kid his father is a avid lyer i mean he lyes about his own behavyour wont admity to anything and my son sees it All i told my son was to tell the judge about our visatation about how often you see your mommy and how does she treat you i also told him to tell the truth about what goes on between mommy and daddy does mommy being upset interfear with our visatations he said yes do you think if mommy wasent around daddy that she could talk to him he smartly agreed the problem was me being around his daddy interfeard with our visatations he agreed that there was only one solution to move them

now the other problem was his daddy and his family made him sceard of me and my house (no fear what so ever when this whole thing got started my son was shaving my friends head when i locked his father out of the house hind sight is 20/20 i never thought my ex would pull this shit on me i should have had my kid at a relitives the night i locked him out this would have went so diffrently but thats how it goes with hindsighting

So i found a mutual friend that was mine before his that it just so happined that my sons tuter was her grandaughter and she had been doing the tutering at my friends house the tutering had been switched so now it was nolonger a conflict of intrest with me not being permited school information my friends house was now open he had been allowing my son to be there so there for he approved it and my son was comfortable perfect no excuses now to show my ex is a control freek

my attorney said hes sure of him self right he thinks this is set in stone i said yes he said he is all about money i said yes he said he wont want to pay a retainer fee he takes this as a joak he aske me is everythig your telling me the truth are you sure of your self i said absolutely yes ive never been so sure of my self in my life i said i am sure of my relationship with my son even though he has been hitting me thats all because of his daddy i dont think it would happen anywhere elts i want he him self to talk to the judge i have nothing to hide i told my son just tell the truth my son looked releaved sereously releaved

my son and the judge had a long conversation in the judges chambers and he must have painted a good picture of what was going on over there

my ex husband was non too pleased with me when my truthfull discription of my visatations came out i discribed it from the start as humiliating and that it was exaserpating my mental illness and causing other health problems do to the stress and i was compleatly telling the truth so it was quite easy for me

my ex husband on the other hand did not come prepaired for the truth that did come out this time i didnt even bring up our marrage only the conditions of my visatation and how i felt it was bed for all our mental and physical health that the fighting in our marrage still persist and it is still causing all of us stress expecially my son who has been put in the middle of all this by his fathers insistance on suppervising my visatations on his isolated farm

my ex husband showed his dislike for me saying basickly why cant i just show up shut up see the kid leave him alone and leave thay he didnt see why i couldnt take my punshment like a worthless pece of shit

that he was being reasonable that he lets me see him dont he

that he didnt see why i needed to try to change things that i shouldnt be alloud to that he shouldnt have to be doing this

he was clentching and opening his fist and hand poinging it at the judge in a matter of fact way

he got fureous that the court proceding went ahead and there was a temporary change of visatation to my and his friends house that he finally agreed to trying to look reasonable boy was his mom pissed when infrunt of his mother and my sons money broker i was talking to my attorney i could hear his mother behind me calling me a lyer i said how would she know she aint at my visatation i was showing my attorney my medical records showing my lung deaease heart desease and diet controled diabeties he had talked to my mental health worker so he knew the stress i was under this was a hook line and sinker and my beautifull son did wonderfully

the visatation are moved and that was my goal not my having possesion him not having so much control over me being able to see my son freely in an inviroment that we are boath comfortable in and his father is not in

my son talking to the judge showed he was not some feble minded child

and he could discribe our good relationship

once my ex hurd theat thay would be moved he was defeated wanting to just close it upset that i would get time on weekends and christmass and that he would have to bring him and leave that we were not inconviencing our friend more then we have to

god was i so relieved it was fresh air washed over me it must be what it feels like when sombody really bights off saved the rest is gona be kinda the find deatails to me its the begining to the end of his terroney over my son and my relationship and over my much damaged reputation

But dont breath a sigh of releaf yet no he hasent given in what i wasent expecting was the relationship that he had built up with our frinds familhy whail i was dealing with my depression and because there grandaughter was doing the tutering at her grandparints hose i kinda wasent allowd to go down there it was a conflict of intrest i was not alloud to be around my son with out his father present he had compleatly incorporated him self in this family unbenonsed to me

it was so evedent my first visatation when i showed up and he was buddy buddying with my girlfriends husband and had given him a bag full of his hamberger (hes a beef farmer) he also helped carrie groshries in how buddy buddy nice of him i found out later this was just the latest of meny meat gifts he had been invited to weddings and holladays ect the truth was a little hard on me but im tough at the end of my visatatin i was rekindling my relationship with my girlfriend when her husband abruptly put a end to it i said he was right he wouldnt want our friendship to get started again that as far as he was conserned they were to be on Brians side that i brought this on my self my friend dian is trying to remain newtrial bless her actully carring about the kid heart

well i dont bribe people i will stick to her husbands rules

i did leave a cupple of messages at my ex husbands about him giving them meat being a conflict of intrest and it discrediting a witness on his part and that i have reported it to my attorney and that if he didnt want the visatations move to a visatation center he sould probly quit with the meat gifts it would look bad if he got a town ship trustee discredited for bribery to dirty talk a woman for her ex husband in a costody battle that it wouldnt be because of jeff it would be because of him and jeff would never be ellected township trustee again

why because he might favor one citizen in his town ship over another posably clearing roads of debree such as snow and fallen trees all the citisen has to do is slip him some ground meat what you will do for one person you will do for another whats your price brothe.................r anybody who has been around blake people knows what that meanes and Brian brother goes boath ways

Jeff my best advice if he comes Brothering say dont brother me i aint for sale and aint nothing free get me Brothe---------r

i cant help but to feel sorry for jeff he doesent know what brothering someone is my ex husband did a sofer white version of it but any black man can tell you about it see it a hidden polocy aginst whitey even if the nigger done wrong trust me

he pulled what we call in cleveland we call it a way back see/ you know me we grew up togethor i was the good kid teachers pet and shit or we were best buddys or our familys go way back you know you can trust me

warning people change you might want to check with the person who spent the most time with them

somone who stood nothing to gain from his happyness zwicks that discredits you you need brian and my son to farm it

someone who he needed to be nice to fogles that discredits you

every man around here does have something to fear if there wife files for divorce that all look like angle compair to me state of ohio with a attorney thats 50/50.

Bill parks he gives you a lot of business discredited

don bashaw hes been working on you playing steller father he painted your relationship as having stated with him it had nothing to do with him untill he moved over there (pay attension)

principle caldwell he sided wiht you about passing bransten to give you a space in the class room and you like farmers for some reason and your also religous i also left you a cupple drunk upset phonecalls my sons poor grades shows i was right about holding him back im shure you aint none to happy about that

brians old attorney your opinion baught with money

judge noe its the toughest for you and i cant say i blame you what judge wants to admit to having allowed a miscarage of justice thankyou for atleast getting my visatation moved

i truly do hope i am wrong and that this is truly my mental illness getting the best of me

if its not he has done all the the damage he can do to me and my family and know i know better then to trust him the rest of you on the other hand totaly trust him easy targets

i have really thaught about this he has exagerated about me to cover his dirty before so for my own benifit i will always have a third party with me and my kid a real church going person i think with my sons permision i will video tape my visitations i am his mother i have never been told i cant

see when i was at my ex husbands it would have been illgle videotaping in his home i found that out the hard way i half to check with my attorney if my ex doesent want that kind of security you would have to question why he wouldnt want the world to see a good or bad relationship between my son and me i know im not perfect but i aint too worried and i like constructive critism sometimes you cant see what others can see plainly

i know i have never done anything that would justify my son not being able to see me infact i state our relationship problems plainly and the biggest one was being around his father on his farm sorounded by his family in the middle of nowhere where his father could treat me any way he wanted to and didnt think i could do anything about it and his minions are dependent on him maintaining the kindome so thay worship him like a god thay saw what he did to me

welcome to North Corea or cuba or irack this is dictatership american style and you better behave in there country you better not videotape anything your camara will be distroyed yep it happened and the hinchmen did threten me his name was donnie holding my son hostage and thretened to kill me if i came near my kid trying to take him out of there third world country thank god my son could speak english and said he was ok and that i he wasent sick and had actually played hookey from knoledge of the outside world that day the school system over there aint much better the principle is under direct orders of the dictator that he is not to devolge andy information to me as a matter of fact it appears meny people have been give these same orders

i was not permitted to talk to my son with out the tyrent present good hevens what are you people hiding im pretty open about things are you building bombs gassing and burning people praticing some kind of cult type shit yes in a matter of speaking i guyess and bransten is the last emperer of comenest china thay kept that kid away from his mother two

boy when the resheme fell did that man go threw hell trying to fit in to normal society atleast when the kid was in it he was filthy rich my kids kingdom is full of cow shit and trust me the future prince will have to bight off slave first see there are still two kings before him and a jellous lazy uncle jeff ( i mean scar)

He did have a education tuter

now he has a tuter that takes him among the commoners

there is some one in on the religon she is of the same religon put practiced it in a first world country and she is all about technology and very worldly but now bighting it off secretly in the thired world country if it all comes togethor

the little emperer will be a democrat in a domocracy and be the smartest damn leader there can be

making the best use of

time the man seldomly leaves the farm and he has buit in family guards, property, mashenery, money, workable people, good name good credit, no fellonies, pree existant displaced farmer, religous affiliation , es bult in furtilizer cows.

brian its as simple as this it is a business it has nothing to do with religon hes not smoaking it the goverment gave him the licence and responsability of growing it because your family has proven to bight of responsibility stop selling meat under the table thats tax ebatement dont give your product away not even samples that is seen as buying favors. Janet i hope you been exelent with the farm books the government will be a stickler about details every plant must be accounted for the goverment knows its a gold mine like alcohol thay will have more controol over it in ohio most property in ohio is clamed and maintained we donot have mountanis regons each state is in charge of there own eventually the feds will get there hands in it federal income taxes the other states are getting whail the getting is good. you already lost out on medical well his dad already screw that one up for him all i can hope for my son is his father grows a brain and goes for a leagal licence thay wont be handing them out like candy the gov aint crazy thay can regulate it right into there pocket.

grow the best idea in centurys

weed

shut up its not me its just Good business see

i would have to get it like the rest of the tax payers in a store because i wouldnt risk my kids father loosing his weed licence eventually grandfathered to my kid.

its grows a lot like tomatos get rid of the garbage at the bottom it biggest ememy is a aphids the more natural you go the better and there are pluck it and sit and snip jobs that any retarded or old person can do any old person can do it is deffonetly a all hands in business ive seen it in action and trust me its not the animals you worrie about its the humans no fruit the flower is the gold and thay are not usually close to the ground and the leaves are bitter. i dont think coons or deer like it you can get them partially grow thay take root deep and sprawlley like corn can tolerate a mild flood

wash off aphids with soapy water

well its your farm and none of my business

i couldnt help my self im a business major and took vocational hortulculture in highschool i got stright A was president of my F.F.A in a broak school system growing weed and selling it to the locals is how our teachers kept our green house open when the school system declared it a dying industry eventually cheeper weed became avalable the green house evenutally closed kinda sad i know its a appartment building and the tenents use it as a smoaing area now

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zenyattayatta · 7 years ago

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Can you PLEASE do a junkrat x reader where they have been together since australia when they were young and when they are introduced to the overwatch team some of them (Mccree, Hanzo, maybe even tracer) all are flirting with her hardcore and jamison gets all insecure and possesive?

Through Thick and Thin

A/N: I dont know why, but i got a bit stumped on this one.

“Jamison Fawkes,what did I tell you about blowing things up?” The young boy flinches at yourstern voice. Your small hands on his leg working to disinfects the cuts andscrapes of small Aussie.

He gives you a toothy grin. “But the explosions looks sopretty!” The eight-year-old motions with exaggeration, arms spread wide and out.His eyes open wide as he makes an assortment of ‘Kabooms’ and ‘bang bangs’ witha hushed tone. You giggle at his extravagantness before remembering you have tosay firm.

“I know there pretty cool but you need to be careful, Jamie!”You finish rubbing down a sterile bandage, pausing to look over your handiwork.“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Jamison frowns, placing a hang up top your head. “Don’t worry,me love! I ain’t going nowhere.” He places a cross over his heart. “Swear it onmy dead body.”

You smile, “Alright, Jamie but you gotta promise!” You promptlyspit in the palm of your hand before outstretching it to him. He looks at it abit hesitant.

“I ain’t shakin’ to that, mate.” He crosses his arms overhis chest while shaking his head. “Girls have cooties!”

“I do not have cooties!” You exclaim, visually upset. Hesticks his tongue out at you.

“Yea you do!” He states matter-of-factly. “All girls havecooties!”

You pout, crossing your hands over your chest beforetrotting away. Jamison frowns, suddenly worried by your silent treatment. Notlong after he trots behind spouting apologies.

You wake up as the dropship feels some turbulence. The roughand tumble of it makes you sink further into Junkrat’s arm. His metal hand goesto tangle with yours as he leans back into you.

“There, there.” He soothes. “We almost there, darl. Noworries.”

You grip on his hand tightens, as you look at the loosebolts and screws of mechanical hand. “Jamison…”You drawl. He flinches at the familiar tone. “Have you been poking at theimprovements I made to your arm?” He immediately lets go of your hand, crossinghis arms over his chest to hide his hand away.

“Got no idea what your talkin’ about, love.” He answersavoiding your eyes. You shake your head leaning bit forward to look at your third companion. The larger Junker readingaway at some book he’d picked up during his last heist.

“Mako?” He turns to look at you, thinking over what you justasked the other junker. There’s a cough before he speaks, ratting out his boss.

“He was messing around with the finger joints while youslept.”

Junkrat grunts before jabbing at Roadhog in the gut. “How‘bout ya mine ya own business next time, huh!” He huffs.

“Thank you, Mako.” You smile appreciatively. Junkratgrumbles under his breath, sinking into his seat begrudgingly. He only stopswhen you kiss his shoulder, leaning back into him in apology. Shortly after,Athena announces the decent of the drop shit. You were more than excited to getoff the ship, gripping harder at Junkrat’s hand as you felt the shift of theship.

The number of recalled agents was a short list, that youknew.

However, upon arrival you are greeted by a couple of strangefaces in quite a variety of clothing. The sheer difference of each astoundingyou as you’ve never seen it before. The briefing was fast, well as fast as itcould have been. Junkrat almost attacked Winston the minute began speaking tothe three of you. However, with your calming presence and Roadhog’s ratherimpressive grip, both of you were able to talk him down.

He calls over two of the others standing not too far behindhim, a man and woman. He asks that they show you around while he spoke to thetwo other Junkers on their profession. A man in a cowboy hat is the first toapproach you. His eyes held a charming glint as he walked up towards you.

“Names McCree, Jesse McCree.” He said extending his hand outfor you to shake. You smile in return, introducing yourself before you noticethe handiwork on his metal arm.

“Woah,” You remark, jerking the cowboys arm towards yourselffor a better look. “Your arm is incredible.”

The comment catches the attention of your Junker not toofar. He watches as you hold the hand of the older man running a finger over thetechnology of his arm. Junkrat squints his eyes, a hand unconsciously runningover his own looking at the two of you. A strong pang hits his chest and hefrowns.

McCree on the other hand is a bit surprised but relishes inthe attention nonetheless. He laughs a bit, extending his arm out to you for abetter look. His poncho sways back andhis hand touches yours momentarily as he hikes up his sleeve a bit more foryour viewing pleasure.

“You think?” He asked nonchalantly, flexing his arm with asmirk. “I’ve had this ol’ thing for years.”

You nod with a smile. “Well, it’s very well taken care of.”

“Oi, McCree! Why do you always make a show of things?” Avoice draws your attention. Your eyes look over to the small and petite woman beforeyou. In flash she’s by your side, an arm over your shoulders.

“Names Tracer, Love!” She announces with a wink. “Winston’stold me your gonna be one of our new engineer!”

You nod, a flush over your features at her boldness. “Yes, Iworked as one in the outback. I helped draft and make the weapons the Junkershave…” Your eyes trail down to the mechanism on her chest. Suddenly, yourcaptivated again.

“Wanna take a look, yeah?” She asks smiling at how you stareat it interested. You nod, leaning in. Tracer puffs her chest out tossingMcCree a look while your eyes look over her tech in amazement. The Cowboyfrowns, placing his hands on his hips.

“It’s so pristine and clean,” You remark, watching as themechanism spins and turns. “So unlike the tech I’ve seen before.”

“There’s a lot more like it round these parts.” McCree opts,“Say, you hungry? Dinner should be starting up soon in the mess hall.”

“Yes, actually.” You say a bit sheepishly.

“Let me take you there then.” McCree takes your arm in his,grinning at Tracer in victory. Thebrunette pouts in response ready to make a move on of her own.

It’s then that Junkrat hobbles over, placing a hand aroundyour waist and pulling you towards him. “Jamison?” You asked a surprised at hisaction. He shoots a deadly glare over to the two before you, arms tightening atyour waist. “Jamison, what’s wrong?”

The air seems to shift and Tracers smile diminishes ever so slightly.“I, um, would you like us to leave you two alone?” She asks.

You shake your head, “Just give is a moment.”

“I don’t like ‘em.” He remarks looking over your shoulder tosee them waiting for you not too far off. He shoots them another glare as you grabhis face to look at you.

“You don’t even know them, Jamison.” You deadpan.

He growls. “Well, I just don’t like how they act with ya,alright!”

You raise a brow. “Friendly?”

He shakes his head, frustration building up as he balled hisfists at his side. You release his face, sighing.

“I’m going to go grab dinner at the mess hall. We’ll talkabout this later, alright?” You move to meet his gaze, offering a small smilebefore kissing his cheek. His face softens slightly and his grip on youloosens. He watches as you leave his hold to join the others, shoulders slumpedin defeat.

By the time, Tracer and McCree let you go its late into theevening. The suns about to dip into the horizon and dinner had just ended. Youhad been a little concerned seeing only Roadhog in the mess hall but came tothe conclusion that Junkrat was probably in his assigned lab. Working away onhis explosions, excited to have his own area to experiment.

However, there’s something amiss as you walk into hisassigned room.

“Not in your lab, Jamie?” You ask, as he slouches over hisdesk. A disassembled frag grenade scattered about. You raise a brow when hedoesn’t reply, walking over you look over him. The fire in those jasper eyes is dimmed and heisn’t as giddy as per the normal when greeting you. He works sluggishly like he’slost deep in thought. From the grim look on his face, you know it can’t begood.

“Jamie?” You reach out to place a hand on his shoulder. Hisback is towards you as he busies himself with a mine bomb. Immediately, heswats it away. You stand a bit stunnedat the rejection but don’t push it for any more physical contact. “Jamison,talk to me.”

He growls in frustration. Slamming his fists on the desk,startling you. “Why don’t ya hang out with ya new buddies or somethin’, huh?” There’ssomething sour in the way he speaks but you choose to ignore it.

“Jamison,” There’sthat tone again. You shift to lean the messy desk, careful to avoid anythingthat looks like it will blow up at your touch. “I’m not going anywhere till youtell me what’s wrong.” You cross your arms while staring at him. He stares offtrying not to meet your gaze. Suddenly, he looks deflated. He didn’t want to Thepointer finger of his left-hand taps away at the desk as his leg bounces inunison. “And you know how stubborn I can be.”

There’s silence as you wait for him to speak. You can seehis emotions through his face. The crinkle in-between his eyebrows showing he’sfrustrated, the bounce of his leg meaning he’s anxious and the absence of hisfamiliar smile meaning he’s upset. Eventually, he shoots up from his seat. Hishands move to grip at your shoulders as he leans to down to place his foreheadto yours.

“Do you like me?” He asks, his eyes are closed but hisexpression is crestfallen “I know I’m not as high tech-y as the others, nor asclean as them. Hell they seem ta’ have a better grip on what they doin’ than Ido!”

You look at him dumbfounded. “Jamie,” It takes a bit ofstrength for your voice not to crack. “We’re you worried I didn’t like youanymore? After meeting them?” The single thought of it happening causes aflicker of panic to flash through his eyes. The silence is the air is deafeningbut you can hear where your heart breaks. You move to place a hand on hischeek. “Jamison, how long have I know you?”

He tilts his head a bit confused. “Since we were pipsqueaksback in Australia.”

You nod, “And who was there with you when you discoveredyour love for explosives, huh? Or when you lost your arm? And your leg?” Youlooked at him intensely. “Or held your hand when you got your tattoo? Or workedday and night to make sure you had functioning prosthetics with the scrapsthrown?”

He’s silent for a moment, his eyes staring at you intently.

“Jamison Fawkes, I have been with you through thick andthin. All these shiny doodads and people are not gonna make me stop lovin’ya’.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Now you better go andput on that smile I love or Imma be real upset with you.”

He chuckles, a gentler version of his quirky laugh. Thelaugh he does when he’s with you. You lean in and kiss him on his chapped lips.He moves his hands from your shoulder to the back of your neck to get a betterangle. Kissing you back with need.

It’s a while before he pulls away.

“You always know just what to say, Sheila.” He tells you,smiling like no tomorrow.

“Just reminding you that I’m not going anywhere but whereyou are.” You shrug like it common knowledge. “I love you for you, Jamie.”

Jamison kisses your forehead with so much affection. Itssloppy, having always has been, and he leaves a bit of a wet spot causing you tolaugh. You paw him away but the grip he has on your waist means you aren’tgoing anywhere.

You cringe playfully. “Ew, cooties.”

He frowns. “Oi! I don’t have cooties!”

“Sorry, Jamie. Every boyhas cooties.” You state matter-of-factly .

He begins to fret as he denies that what your feigninglyaccuse him of. Suddenly, you feel young again. The nostalgia of the situationbrining a warmth to your heart. You can feel where it’s the two of you, youngpunks lost in the great outback. However, when you look at Junkrat ramble onyou can see the man you love grown.

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what the fuck is going on?

i miss my father.

hes fucking dead.

got too high on ecstasy,

laughing friends radio blaring,

splattered blood and bent skull on the concrete.

but this wasnt how he needed to go....

it was in a room of the people who loved him the most

souls all writhing and screaming for a reason

dirty tears mixed with skin oils, like a lather

the baby is screaming ‘daddy wake up’

he cant here you. hes brain dead.

too much fun, leads to no race won.

they pulled the fucking plug

i miss my mother.

she might as well be.

you guys would all have more peace that way anyways.

dont fucking act like you care, just because i checked on you.

i dont want this bedroom brain.

everything is a rental, nothing is possesed.

i wish my fucking dad was here. too fucking bad huh?

youd think id be used to it by now.

where is my mom at? dead to the world.

probably somewhere curled up to a small oak tree.

on a bed of pinecones, with pricks in her back.

lie down on your dead leaf pillow.

make friends with the beasts of night.

drinking blood from a cup, drawing in it crecents upon your doors.

black widow, spit your venom spin your web.

im grown now. grown enough to have nothing and be nothing.

dump her off on me, give me scotch tape and tell me its my job to piece her back together.

call me a fool for the smile on my face. youre ugly. im ugly. you made me ugly. look at us.

where should i stay with all these pieces?

“do you have a tent?”

i wish i had a tent made out of the canvas of my beating heart.

dont vent to your friends, unless you like them black as charcoal, and sick as congested liver.

sharp yellow snot cuts the back of your throat, tonsils all full with the left overs of the dope you pour into your face, shoots out your mouth, in string, living in your windpipe, ejected by force, foam slaps the tile floor, cheeks turn red.

“why are you drooling on yourself”?

throbbing face corner, twitching left eye.

finally tears.

cleansing the slits i see out of. rib skinned rubber band.

they eat you desolate. trees of thick forests and sharp knives.

you miss your family?

what family?

your brother barely even knows who you are, dont you remember him?

your grandmother watches you wear down, your skin drag down under your eyes, fighting yourself every day, and it drains her. she isnt so nice anymore you know.. why did you do that to her? holes torn in the paper walls, doors broken in half, cant see through the black and red, mop in her eyes, she tries to hold the hope that not everything is ugly. innocent and fucking nieve. thats the way she likes it. or.. did. until year 3 of the blender. crows feet, butterfly fabric, scaly hands, that pat your back when your head is in your chest and your dripping the fluids again. the same hands that reach across, the car, going 60 mph to feel, your cold hand, and press some warmth back into them. she will stand watching, she wants people to look. she planted him in the dirt like seed, but he tore her garden up like weeds. she tried to cut and whack them down, but cut herself, i watch her drown. she smiles and nods, and carrys on - i know she doesnt like me.

your mother warns you of the potholes in the road, - a yield sign, shes been here before. dead end. turn back now. a few nice words when you feel upset over nothing. a heart too big to pump oxygen. holes in your face that admit youve been studying. lizard eyes. purple locks of hair, dry and stale into red broom straw. 23% of the time she lives without care, peace sign thrown in the air. the rest of it, means hell to pay for every person involved, she loves her son the most :) she talks riddles, runs at night, spits out bees. “what the fuck are you looking at?” vodka lights up her eyes, but she falls apart inside. magical circles race around her rounded head. stuck on repeat. the straw in her hand she stabs in her nose. you reach to help. oh wait, youre just looking in the mirror again. haunting endless echoes of bathroom doors being shut and water running to no avail, never ending sound of stream, a white painted fram, round opener, you look so pretty today.

moms sister, carries the weight of her own sins, lost in a world of red blazing demons. brain gnaw. first fulls of hair, giving self black eyes, she ends up with a crazy toothy smile anyway. eyes go from white and brown to brown and black. permanent frown. acidentally falling asleep on the grass. the cigarette on the property that strictly prohibits this very thing. plastic chemical bottle. cooked dinner that night.

dads brother, cant even look at you. his face is inside you. it is a bed of nails here. crack, ecstasy, and methamphetamines for dinner. tooped with marijuana, a dash of lsd, magic mushrooms of ‘please dont look at me, because when you do i see my dead brother’

grandfather hid dead bodies and poked people till they hurt and would bleed. hed take everything in sight. what he thought he needed. short gasps around. little did he know, thered be nothing left of no one to call a family.

i dont have to tell you that

your father watches you from either above the clouds or below the fiery pits of hell. and he’s bittersweet and all knowing.watches you gnaw on fruit. i bet you dont ever stop to think that he is black behind gods shoulders but he’d do anything to snap you out of it. oh well. its not up to him, faggot. its up to you. kill him over and over and over again, and expect him to call. you dont know who he is and he doesnt know who you are. and the funniest part is, you never will.. guess you dont like him enough. he wouldnt have liked you very much anyways mom says.

you better be glad you have a mere morsel of jump left to kick out of that lazy ass, and friends who like to see the race go on pull you up and carry your dead weight across another mile mark. heat stroked. hot heavy sweating body on the pavement. i feel like a pair of wooden crutches, walked on for 58 years... worn. have history. not cold or shiny. down to earth. rubbery bouncer edges. leaned on to walk right through you. cut trees. burn leaves. dry heaves. cant breathe.

“thank you”

you will never live together as one. you will die alone, as the only son.

oh yeah, your face looks like its about to fall of your skull. i hope you get control back of those face muscles. i hope next time i seen you youve washed your face or changed your clothes... you care not for yourself and not for others. drown in spit, tired kid.

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