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#i know he wishes hed stayed in that bathroom. poor guy
zer0point5ive · 1 year
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lawrence sitting at his desk, swivelling on his chair and talking on the phone. john, i told you there’s no such thing as- john will you just listen to me there’s- sorry, give me a minute i need to take something, my leg- yes it’s still hurting, cutting your foot off will do that especially without proper medical treatment .. well you could’ve at least given me something that wasn’t a rusty hacksaw, jesus christ .. yes i know .. i am grateful .. anyway, as i was saying there’s no- yes i know what that pederson lady said but just- you know what? go. it sounds great. hope you have fun
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ecotone99 · 4 years
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[UR] Bam margera fan fiction
January 2nd. 3AM. South Philly.
"Shit," Bam thinks to himself. "How long have i been up? 3 days? 4?" He doesnt even know anymore. Hed been out with Marco since the 28th. The night started simple enough. He stopped by Marcos place to buy a few ounces of coke, trying to gather evidence. Build a case. Next thing you know hes ringing in the New Year in the VIP room of some strip club. Bottles and blow being passed around like they were at a god damn pot luck dinner.
He'd been working Marco for 6 months.Introduced to him by some lowlife who went by the name of "Chevy Joe". He'd popped him driving out of the hood after he just picked up. "Its simple" Bam told him. "Introduce us to your dealer and you walk away" Of course he cooperated. Poor bastard nearly pissed himself at the thought of going to jail.
It started off small. Just an 8 ball every weekend. Then eventually 2. Then 3. Now hes buying ounces. Soon however they'll make their move. Grab Marco and get him to flip on his guy up the ladder. Shitbirds like Marco are a dime a dozen. Midlevel idiots who got lucky and have been able to stay out of jail and the funeral home long enough to have a somewhat successful criminal career.
"Hey, Don Vito. You okay? You aint said a word in damn near an hour" Marco yells from across the room. "Good man, its this god damn blow" Bam says. Marco and his goons roar in laughter at this.
Don Vito was his undercover name. A tribute to his late uncle who died of a heart attack in the bathroom of a shithole bar back home in West Chester after a weekend of binging on coke and alcohol. Bam figured it was a way for Uncle Don to help other people from suffering the same fate he did.
Nowadays he prefers to avoid thinking about West Chester. Too many bad memories. Too many foolish mistakes. Mistakes of youth. Of ignorance.
"Alright guys, im gonna take off" he tells them. They laugh, they call him a pussy. All in good fun though. They exchange back slaps and handshakes and Bams on his way home.
He wakes to someone pounding on his front door. He ignores it, goes back to sleep. Next thing he hears keys jingling and the door opening. "Rise and shine, gorgeous. We got work to do" Its none other than Ryan Dunn. His partner for 12 years, his best friend for even longer. They joined the force together out of high school. They both wanted the same thing. Something they couldnt get in West Chester. Excitement. They talked about joining the West Chester PD but the thought of busting kids for skateboarding and jumping out of shopping carts in parking lots just didnt do it for them. So they packed up and headed to Philly to join the force there and neither has regretted it since. The only regret Bam has is that he cant bring himself to tell Ryan his true feelings for him. Terrified if he does he might freak Ryan out and push him away forever. So he doesnt say a word about it. He'd rather suffer in silence wondering what if then risk telling him and being rejected and losing his best friend, his partner.
"Todays the day. Judge signed off on the arrest warrant. We move on them in 2 hours." Ryan tell him. "So, whats the plan?" Bam asks. "Easy, man. Hit them hard, hit them fast, they'll never see it coming"
Bam cant help but wish Ryan was talking about doing that to him but he quickly pushes the thought out. "Sounds like a plan. Let me gear up"
Two hours later and theyre walking up to the front door of Marcos apartment. Plan is simple. Bam and Ryan go in first, tac squad to follow.
They blow the front door off its hinges and storm in. Soon as they step into the front room bullets start flying. "Down!" Ryan yells. They jump behind the couch as bullets are zipping over their heads. SWAT team comes in behind and starts firing. Marco and his 3 buddies drop instantly. Bullet wounds in their chests and faces. They never even saw it coming.
"All clear!" the SWAT team yells. "Alright, bro. We're all good." Bam says to Ryan looking over. "Ryan!" Ryan is laying slumped over, spitting up blood, gun shot would to his lower abdomen. "Fuck, they got me, bro" Ryan says. "NO NO NO" Bam cries. "Dont you fucking die on me!" "I NEED A MEDIC!" "Dont die on me, man. Dont die. I need you" Bam sobs. "Its okay, partner. Its gonna be okay." Ryan tells him. "I love you, man. Ive always loved you. Ive always wanted to be with you." Ryan confesses in his dying breath.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Bam cries as he puts his pistol in his mouth and pulls the trigger. His last thoughts are that if he couldnt be with him in life at least he'll be able to spend eternity with him in death.
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fanfictionlive · 4 years
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[NSFW] Bam Margera fan fiction
January 2nd. 3AM. South Philly.
"Shit," Bam thinks to himself. "How long have i been up? 3 days? 4?" He doesnt even know anymore. Hed been out with Marco since the 28th. The night started simple enough. He stopped by Marcos place to buy a few ounces of coke, trying to gather evidence. Build a case. Next thing you know hes ringing in the New Year in the VIP room of some strip club. Bottles and blow being passed around like they were at a god damn pot luck dinner.
He'd been working Marco for 6 months.Introduced to him by some lowlife who went by the name of "Chevy Joe". He'd popped him driving out of the hood after he just picked up. "Its simple" Bam told him. "Introduce us to your dealer and you walk away" Of course he cooperated. Poor bastard nearly pissed himself at the thought of going to jail.
It started off small. Just an 8 ball every weekend. Then eventually 2. Then 3. Now hes buying ounces. Soon however they'll make their move. Grab Marco and get him to flip on his guy up the ladder. Shitbirds like Marco are a dime a dozen. Midlevel idiots who got lucky and have been able to stay out of jail and the funeral home long enough to have a somewhat successful criminal career.
"Hey, Don Vito. You okay? You aint said a word in damn near an hour" Marco yells from across the room. "Good man, its this god damn blow" Bam says. Marco and his goons roar in laughter at this.
Don Vito was his undercover name. A tribute to his late uncle who died of a heart attack in the bathroom of a shithole bar back home in West Chester after a weekend of binging on coke and alcohol. Bam figured it was a way for Uncle Don to help other people from suffering the same fate he did.
Nowadays he prefers to avoid thinking about West Chester. Too many bad memories. Too many foolish mistakes. Mistakes of youth. Of ignorance.
"Alright guys, im gonna take off" he tells them. They laugh, they call him a pussy. All in good fun though. They exchange back slaps and handshakes and Bams on his way home.
He wakes to someone pounding on his front door. He ignores it, goes back to sleep. Next thing he hears keys jingling and the door opening. "Rise and shine, gorgeous. We got work to do" Its none other than Ryan Dunn. His partner for 12 years, his best friend for even longer. They joined the force together out of high school. They both wanted the same thing. Something they couldnt get in West Chester. Excitement. They talked about joining the West Chester PD but the thought of busting kids for skateboarding and jumping out of shopping carts in parking lots just didnt do it for them. So they packed up and headed to Philly to join the force there and neither has regretted it since. The only regret Bam has is that he cant bring himself to tell Ryan his true feelings for him. Terrified if he does he might freak Ryan out and push him away forever. So he doesnt say a word about it. He'd rather suffer in silence wondering what if then risk telling him and being rejected and losing his best friend, his partner.
"Todays the day. Judge signed off on the arrest warrant. We move on them in 2 hours." Ryan tell him. "So, whats the plan?" Bam asks. "Easy, man. Hit them hard, hit them fast, they'll never see it coming"
Bam cant help but wish Ryan was talking about doing that to him but he quickly pushes the thought out. "Sounds like a plan. Let me gear up"
Two hours later and theyre walking up to the front door of Marcos apartment. Plan is simple. Bam and Ryan go in first, tac squad to follow.
They blow the front door off its hinges and storm in. Soon as they step into the front room bullets start flying. "Down!" Ryan yells. They jump behind the couch as bullets are zipping over their heads. SWAT team comes in behind and starts firing. Marco and his 3 buddies drop instantly. Bullet wounds in their chests and faces. They never even saw it coming.
"All clear!" the SWAT team yells. "Alright, bro. We're all good." Bam says to Ryan looking over. "Ryan!" Ryan is laying slumped over, spitting up blood, gun shot would to his lower abdomen. "Fuck, they got me, bro" Ryan says. "NO NO NO" Bam cries. "Dont you fucking die on me!" "I NEED A MEDIC!" "Dont die on me, man. Dont die. I need you" Bam sobs. "Its okay, partner. Its gonna be okay." Ryan tells him. "I love you, man. Ive always loved you. Ive always wanted to be with you." Ryan confesses in his dying breath.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Bam cries as he puts his pistol in his mouth and pulls the trigger. His last thoughts are that if he couldnt be with him in life at least he'll be able to spend eternity with him in death.
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hawaiianhalfwolf · 7 years
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So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin? | Noah & Reza
About three things Noah was absolutely positive.......
Toweling off his hair a little more Noah looked in the mirror for one last time checking to make sure he was presentable. If this was any normal night he’d be most likely be naked by now, obviously company warranted proper clothes. Or at least a pair of basketball shorts and a muscle tee. Hanging up his towel in his bathroom, Noah padded back across his room human ears pricked for the doorbell. He’d told Reza he could come over like an hour ago though maybe it took more time for the kid to get here than 30 minutes. Shrugging it off Noah went to scoop up the little foster pup from his position snoozing on his bed figuring it was best to just move everyone downstairs to wait. And of course it was only when he was halfway down the stairs did he hear it the faint chime of the doorbell that was only installed for Noah’s benefit, the little pup tucked under his arm starting to stir from all the noise. “Coming!” the boy called out as he ran down the last of the stairs Kea already beating him to the door “Back,” he commanded looking straight at her expecting her to do as she was told. And she did paws moving back a few steps, tail still wagging profusely. “Good girl” He praised before going for the door and opening it wide upon Reza. “Hello hello, long time no see.”
Reza would never admit to it but he'd shown up to Noah's house at the exact time given -- half an hour from their conversation-- and then proceeded to loiter around for another half hour. Mostly to avoid any unbearable situations, like accidentally disrupting Noah's shower early, but also because he didn't want to seem too eager. Which he was. Hanging around in that smelly hole of a basement he called home got lonely. Way lonely and cuddling it up with a dog was without a doubt the perfect solution. Talking to Noah didn't make things worse, either, since the older boy seemed to exist purely to spread positivity and kindness; something Reza really was lacking in his life at the moment. If only his traitorous thoughts would stop making him feel like hanging out with an admittedly handsome friend was in some way betrayal to a dead person. And really, person was a stretch. Jittery hands finally knocked on the door and Reza could immediately smell the mixed scent of dog, fresh shampoo and something his nose told him was Noah. "Hey," he greeted with a touch less enthusiasm, smile getting lost as his gaze quickly turned to the ground. "Thanks for letting me come over." Reza shifted on the doorstep, shrugging off his jacket as soon as he did to avoid it getting covered in dog hairs because no way was he not getting on his knees to pet the gorgeous dog wagging its tail, leaving him in the traditional black, skinny jeans and an even darker T-shirt (a personal favorite decorated with a sleeping cat and the words 'not today'). A sensation he knew by now, but was no less uncomfortable, told him that he couldn't pass the doorstep just yet. Noah hadn't explicitly invited him in which meant... yeah.
Moving away from the entrance so Reza could pass through Noah went to stand next to Kea happy she was waiting patiently. “It’s totally no problem dude.” He brushed off the gratitude smiling at the boy, because it really was no problem. “Plus you caught us on a quiet night, most of the time there’s at least 3 extra people milling about the kitchen eating our food, isn’t that right?” Noah cooed down at the little pup in his arms, his little snout giving a rather large yawn that made Noah’s heart practically melt in his chest. God he love puppies so much. Glancing back over at the kid he noticed he’s gotten rid of his jacket, a funny shirt and his general punk skinny jeans look underneath. And Noah would be lying if he didn’t feel that tingle, that small little wolf inside of him kinda wondering what all those clothes would look like on the floor. But he pushed that down. God. He really needed to get laid sometime soon so that shit stopped happening with his fucking friends. Shaking off the inner turmoil though Noah cocked his head at the boy outside. “So what are you a vampire now?” Noah teased looking at Reza standing stock still on the doorway. Most of his regular friends would have barged in by now, but then again Reza was not a normal friend, and maybe he just was super polite, yea maybe that was it. “Come on get in here before Kea explodes from excitement.” Noah said before turning and walking towards the couch making it plainly clear the Reza should come inside now. Oh and shut the door behind him too.
Reza quickly began to fidget, weighing the option of just turning on his heel and walking the other way because this was just... the worst. The puppy yawned with excitement and Reza decided to stay, if only for the dog. Something shifted in Noah's eyes for a second, pupils darkening and for a moment Reza wondered if it was realization dawning behind his eyes. Did Reza's reluctance -- or inability-- to enter somehow out him as a vampire? Holy... “So what are you a vampire now?” A... a joke? Noah was joking. Obviously. He didn't know, how could he. The offer to step inside was accepted without hesitation, Reza shuffling inside with an awkward laugh. "A vampire. Yeah, for sure. I'm the one creeping outside your window every night." Cringing at himself, Reza simply turned all his attention to the dog instead of trying to fix that mess of a sentence. He was greeted vigorously by the door, a genuine laugh slipping past his lips as paws scrabbled for Reza, tongue slobbering towards his face. "Hey, there, girl How are you? You are absolutely gorgeous," he cooed, the built up tension and nervousness easing slightly as his cold fingers wrapped into the soft fur.
“You know if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.” Noah quipped playfully over his shoulder as he walked over to the couch the little foster puppy in tow with him while Haukea stayed by the door. Blanching a little though at the realization of what he just said, to Reza, someone who thought he was weird for giving a compliment Noah instantly backtracked “And I swear that was totally a joke” He said turning around so Reza could see the seriousness in his eyes. Holding it for a moment Noah resumed his task, sitting down and making himself comfortable. That and reminding himself that Reza was not one of his bros. He didn’t get the humor and the subtle gay undertones that were a part of Noah’s everyday life with his friends. Looking over at Haukea though (as she totally ignored her training and jumped on Reza, hed had to go over that with her again) Noah realized again where he was failing  “Oh my god. You’ve never met Haukea have you.” Noah asked over the side of the couch practically face palming himself “Wow. My total bad dude. So yea that’s Haukea, she loves long walkies and taking up half of whatever you are sitting on. So don’t say you weren’t warned” Noah grinned over at the pair happy that Kea might have have a part in making the poor kid smile.
"That's not what I..." Reza started defensively, cutting himself off short as he remembered that Noah liked his jokes a bit underneath the belt. So this was a joke. Obviously. Noah quickly confirmed that he hadn't been serious but Reza was still rigid as a stick. Man, this was exhausting, wading through weird hoops of compliments and sexual jokes delivered so casually that they made him sort of choke on his own spit. His attention turned back to the dog, a much safer area than pretty much all conversation with Noah, a smile returning to Reza's face. "She can take up all the space she wants." Nuzzling her head with his forehead before the dog bounded back to Noah, Reza stood up and brushed off his jeans. He felt pretty exposed wearing nothing but a T-shirt but putting on his jacket would make it seem like he was itching to leave right away. Hands in his pockets, Reza loitered over to the couch, glancing to the puppy joining Noah on the couch. "And, uh, who's that then?"
Ignoring the slightly awkward atmosphere that came about with his joke Noah focused on making himself more comfortable on the couch.Turning his back toward the armrest Noah spread his legs slightly placing the small pup on the space between his chest and his knees. Yea that was a lot more comfortable, though that still left Reza over by the door while Noah was taking up half the couch.. “You shouldn’t say that.” Noah replied to Reza with a playful shake of his head hoping the kid would get the memo that he could come into the living room. “Because next thing you know she’ll be pushing you out of a queen sized bed. Huh you little bed stealer ” He gave Haukea a nice head scratch as she passed already jumping up into her usual spot at Noah’s feet. But that’s not what Noah wanted. “Down.” Noah commanded with a finger snap the second her paws touched the couch. “Reza gets to chose where he sits first then you can squeeze your ass in whatever space is available” He told her as if she understood, but he guessed that was less for her benefit and more for Reza’s. Because while there were few of fluffy pillows strewn about the floor (from the last pack meeting), and a rather large looking armchair tucked in the corner (Cahill’s chair) Noah kinda wished Reza would sit with him on the couch. You know. Like Friends did. Looking down at the speckled puppy trying to find a good sport on his chest Noah huffed a little, the pups name a sore spot in his eyes “Well technically his name at the barn was Granite, but I’m not sure if I like that for him.” He frowned at the puppy slightly “Though I probably shouldn’t rename him if I’m fostering, don’t want to become too attached you know”
"I don't need..." A bed? Sleep? Not things you can say, Reza, "...that much space, to be honest. Perks of being a skinny, small guy." Usually, he was more comfortable curled up on the edge of a mattress, anyway. As Haukea was commanded to the floor, Reza frowned, her big, sad dog eyes tugging at his sympathy. Noah's following statement made him shift awkwardly as he wondered if Mister Big and Burly wanted Reza to squeeze into the couch with him. That plan had so many flaws, including but not exclusive to Reza's cold skin, Reza being that close to someone with a beating heart (blood bag or no, his gums still itched at the thought) and Reza being mildly terrified of the thought of human contact since... Yeah, Reza on the couch wasn't happening. "Aw, I don't have the heart to leave her on the floor," he excused himself, taking a seat crosslegged on a pillow facing Noah. It felt instantly more comfortable, perhaps in part because this was the similar set up he'd had with Heath while watching TV and no, comparing Noah to him in any way or form was not an option. "What if I rename him?" he blurted out to escape from pit in his head that had slowly cracked open, "that way it's not exactly yours but you get to call it something else?"
Noah couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at Reza chalking up the small pause in between his phrases as just the punk teen being awkward again. “Well the concept of not needing much space that has become completely foreign to me since puberty,” He admitted with a shrug ruffling the fluffy ears of the puppy in his lap. Watching closely as Haukea used her eyes Reza though Noah opened his mouth to say something but instantly shut it, knowing that he probably had fucked on on this one.  Because offering couch space to Reza was too forward wasn’t it? It was too intimate and too. It was too much of what Noah liked and what Noah needed, and probably none what Reza needed. So taking the small sense of hurt and rejection and burying it deep down Noah just spread his legs out in front of him the pup in his lap nipping lightly at Noah’s leg as it moved. “Well your loss dude.” He joked out casually “Especially since she’s definitely manipulating you.” Noah looked over towards Haukea the lab smiling between both Noah and Reza almost happy she got her way. But he could never be mad at that face for long “Yea cuz you would have been just fine spread eagle over the top of us on the couch wouldn’t you?” He cooed as he gave her a couple good neck scratches with his outstretched hand. Feeling Granite start to puppy chew on his other hand Noah glanced over to Reza mulling his proposition over in his mind  “I mean if you want to? I mean. I guess. I don’t know.” Noah rambled knowing he was making no sense whatsoever, “But I guess what I mean to say is If you feel like you have a good one I’m definitely open to it.
Reza watched the dog for a moment as it made itself comfortable, wondering if he was really that easily manipulated that a canine could overpower his will. No, this had been a decision based purely on not having to plop onto the sofa next to Noah. Reza wasn't the pushover he'd been -- how could he be considering what he'd become? Besides, that big ball of fluff wasn't capable of real manipulation, anyway. Brushing off the cord the statement had struck within him, Reza focused on the name-giving instead. "Hey, woah, I never said I had a good one. Just trying to be a problem solver." Leaning back, palms flat against the floor, he thought it over. A lot of names he'd have given his own pets came to mind but this was Noah. Maybe it didn't need to be too complicated, though... "I think, and don't cite me on this, that in Hebrew, Caleb means like, wolf or dog or something. So it's like naming your cat Cat."
“Well you’re in the Kalani household now kid, we expect perfection” Noah teased out towards Reza a sly grin on his face. It was hopefully taken as the joke it was, mostly because he really did appreciate the help however small. And he was glad reza was starting to get comfortable with him enough to suggest things. Contemplating the suggestion though Noah bit his lip slightly “You know I never thought about Caleb. I mean I usually name my animals funny things in Hawaiian and not funny things in Hebrew.” Noah smiled looking down at Haukea (aka little miss Snow White) fondly. Well that was before Granite puppy chewed at his fingers again bringing the older boy’s attention back to him “But maybe you could be the one that breaks the mold huh buddy.” He cooed moving his hands a bit so the pup had to move some to pin them. “So hebrew huh? Do you actually know the language or are you like a name researcher” He asked glancing over at Reza.
Reza felt immensely relieved that Noah liked the name, feeling pretty happy to have put something nice into this household. Even though it wasn't permanent but maybe the name would stick. Eyeing the dog with envy, knowing that there was no way he could take care of a dog -- not to mention a puppy-- Reza ripped himself out of those thoughts. Yes, having something to cuddle in the damp hole of a basement would make everything tremendously improved but he couldn't do that to the poor thing, bringing it into those living conditions. He didn't want to think about what else could go wrong, having a live animal around him at all times. The blood bags weren't necessarily going to be a plan forever. "Uh, neither? I do know some Arabic and the two are pretty similiar in a lot of ways so... I mean, I have researched names but like... only pet names since that was kinda all I wanted when I was younger. And now, too, I guess." He smiled, eyes flicking back to the puppy trying to devour Noah's hand and failing completely.
Glancing over toward Reza Noah could see his eyes on the pup, the longing almost palpable and Noah knew what he had to do next. Lifting Granite/Caleb off of his chest the older boy placed him on the floor in a small unceremonious gesture scooting the pup toward the boy “Here go terrorize your sister and Uncle Reza for a change.” He mock whispered to the pup as Haukea lifted her head from her spot, tail thumping against the ground in anticipation for puppy play time with her new little foster brother. Settling back into his dog free zone on the couch Noah scooted forward his head now resting on a pillow against the headrest, his long ass legs dangling slightly from the other end.    “Thats pretty cool.” He commented though once Reza started talking about his language skills “I mean I’ve never tried Arabic, but I give you mad props for trying, cuz it looks hard as fuck.” Turning he resettled himself so he was facing Reza and not the ceiling “I do get the pet name thing though, cuz my dad was always asking me to name the strays left at his clinic. So I’d go online and take a few days to pick out like what I thought was the perfect name and he’d be like… you know you could have just picked something easy like Bob” Noah recalled with a smile, heart aching slightly at the fact that that was only a memory now.
Reza accepted the pup trotting over with welcoming arms, chuckling as it stumbled over his legs. "Hey," he whispered to Caleb, scratching his head. "Hmm? Oh, it's easier when your parents speak the language. I mean, I'm rusty as fuck these days but..." Shrugging, Reza saved his fingers from the relentless puppy's chewing to pull down the collar of his shirt. "I kid myself that I'm keeping the language alive by getting tattoos in urdu, like my mom's name here. I also have a quote on my ribs but, uhm..." Reza let his shirt fall back over his collarbone, clearing his throat. "Yeah, you can just imagine that one. So, uh, Bob the dog. Doesn't have as good of a ring to it as Caleb the dog." Smooth transition there, big guy. Reza really did like talking about his tattoos but he wasn't going to start... stripping for Noah to show them off.
Looking at Reza Noah smiled a little glad that the Caleb was having a good time with his guest. “Yea i’ll bet” Noah mumbled out into the couch a little sad that his dad didn’t speak more Hawaiian to him, or that his mom completely forgot her Turkish due to being adopted young. Eye tracking Reza though he stared at deft fingers pulling down his shirt collar to show him his urdu tattoo, that was actually quite beautiful. Trying not to stare to hard though Noah focused on the symbolism of the tattoo and not the pale skin underneath especially when Reza started blushing about the quote on his ribs.  “Dude don’t kid yourself.” Noah shook his head sitting up on the couch  “I mean first thing I’m doing when I get off of football this year is go and get my family’s tribal pattern on my chest and shoulder in honor of my dad. So like I get it.” He grinned at the other boy before the light bulb went off in his head “Which speaking of, do you know any good artists that know about polynesian tattoos?” He asked Reza ears perking up slightly at the sound of the door opening. It was Charlie one of the pack members coming through the door. “Looking for extra poker chips?” Noah called out to him pre-empting the mans questioning. It was poker night for Cahill and his male pack members, and of course the Alpha would send someone else to collect the things Noah told him he should bring in the first place. Typical. Standing there like the lumberjack wonder he was Charlie looked a little confused, hand rubbing in his beard, before he nodded, eyes never straying from Reza “Up the stairs in the hall closet” Noah pointed, as if this was the most casual thing in the world to him. Slowly Charlie climbed the stairs leaving Reza and Noah back to their talking “Don’t mind him, that’s just Charlie, a friend of my Uncles” Noah said waving it off as it if was nothing.
Reza perked up when Noah asked about a tattoo artist, the thought of actually being able to give someone good advice on something he knew and knew well filling him with a euphoric purpose. "Dude, yeah! I've seen so many great tattoos when I've been browsing and--" The door slammed and Reza's newly found energy escaped his body like a deflating balloon. Someone was home? Reza hadn't been prepared for anyone other than Noah and some dogs. The very tall, very burly man that appeared in the door caused every muscle in Reza's body to tense, his fingers wrapping up in Caleb's fur. The fact that this bearded man wasn't moving his eyes off Reza's face despite how uncomfortable the vampire clearly looked wasn't helping the situation. Even when the freezing stare left him, Reza still sat completely still, almost inhumanly so, only snapping back to reality when Caleb started to squirm. "Hmm? Yeah, it's... fine. Just... fine." Caleb starting licking at Reza's hand, clearly sensing the discomfort. With his brain slowly calming down after the disheartening staring contest, Reza became acutely aware of the smell in the room that seemed to have intensified with Charlie's arrival. It was the same smell Reza had subconsciously started connecting to Noah, only much stronger. Was this... were the both of them not... human? Did Reza's nose know more than he did?
Smiling at the boy Noah tried to keep the conversation going, mistaking Reza’s silence for the possibility that he was just uncomfortable. Which Noah thought was fair enough, not everyone lived with such an open door policy as the Kalani Pack did after all, and that could be startling at first. Just all the people coming and going. “That’s good though,” Noah commented after Charlie bounded up the stairs “I mean I want to make sure it’s done, well, respectfully and as authentically as possible though so it’s like.” Noah shrugged “I almost feel like i should fly to Hawai’i and get to done there just to be safe or something”
"Yeah, mhm," Reza replied with disinterest, ears now perked for any sound from the broody Charlie. Something in him was tingling, telling him to run, probably just his paranoia but he was definitely on edge. "Hawaii sounds fun and--" Footsteps thumped back down the stairs and Reza tensed, with Caleb cuddling into his lap, probably expecting something dangerous to happen just because of Reza's reaction. Charlie appeared back downstairs and Reza's eyes locked onto the dogs, in the hopes of avoiding another staring contest. As soon as Charlie left, Reza could politely excuse himself and bolt. Even though he could already imagine Noah's big, sad eyes reacting to that announcement.
Watching Reza tense again as Charlie came back down the stairs Noah couldn’t help but be concerned. He didn’t know much about Charlie only that the 30-something man had swept in from Montana 5 years ago after his wife left him. Apparently she wasn’t a fan of werewolves, which was sad, but luckily Charlie found the right man to bring his car into for repairs. Funnily enough the rest was history. But that didn’t mean Noah felt as at ease around Charlie as he did other members of the pack. Charlie was. Well he was just Charlie. Stoic and obedient. Didn’t talk much. Which was a shame because he always looked like he had something to say under that rugged beard. Like he did right now standing at the bottom of the stairs a troubled look on his face. “Hey before I go,” Charlie paused coming a bit closer “Um did you happen to tell Cahill about this?” He asked swinging a finger in both of their directions.  Glancing over the side of the couch to where Charlie was standing Noah gave a confused stare. “Tell Cahill what? About me having someone over?” He asked not really knowing what the big deal was about. He was 22 after all well past the age where he needed to tell Cahill about each and every one of his playdates “No I meant about you being here with” Charlie’s eyes flickered slightly toward Reza, giving Noah the all so subtle hint that it had something to do with the boy on the ground “I dont know what you’re-”” Noah until. Shit. Fuck. Did Charlie mean, no, he couldn’t be. Trying to stop his brain from exploding inside of his skull Noah stood hand in the air the a look of pure panic written all over his face  “we’re totally not like dating or fucking if that’s what you mean I swear we’re just friends I mean I’m not even g-” “Stop,” Charlie stopped him with his free hand eyes wide “I totally did not mean that,” He clarified before his face soften “though If you were to be dating men now I would be totally fi-” Noah could feel all of the blood rush out of his body at that exact second. “Do not finish that sentence for the love of all that is holy,” He blurted over the top of Charlie, the look of panic still caught in his eyes. Because nope he was not doing this here, like this, in front of Reza ok. I mean not that he minded coming out to Reza since it seemed like the boy wouldn’t judge but just. Yea no, Nope. Not the time not the place “Just tell me what you meant before and we’ll consider everything good.” Noah continued lips pursed in a line now. But it was Charlie who now  looked confused “You mean you can’t feel it?” Looking at Charlie and Noah couldn’t help but shake his head, an eyebrow raised to illustrate his own emotions on the subject “Feel what?” He asked turning to Reza wondering if the boy had any insight.
It was definitely time to freak out now, Reza decided, as Charlie asked his 'before I go' question. Really, it was some sort of miracle that Noah hadn't found him out yet, since Reza felt like he just radiated these awkward vibes of 'I'm not human.' Avoiding Charlie's accusing gaze, mind screaming fire and setting off every alarm, Reza couldn't help but wonder just how this very large man had deducted Reza's secret after being here for literally five minutes. It had to mean that he wasn't human and neither was Noah... Noah, who was now on his feet and Reza realized he hadn't been listening to what was transpiring, instead just preparing for imminent doom, but his friend (?) was blushing like crazy and maybe this wasn't about him being a vampire? Did Charlie think this was a... date? Noah was close to screaming now and Reza's muscles were all tensed for escape, his eyes starting to flit to the door. Charlie had made it clear that he wasn't showing an interest in Noah's love life. He was showing an interest in the vermin Noah had brought into their house. “Feel what?” Noah asked and as soon as his attention turned to Reza, the vampire was on the move, scrambling to his feet around the confused puppy and bolting to the door. He heard Charlie approaching before he saw him, barrelling into the muscular chest now blocking the door. His stance went defensive -- primal-- as Charlie growled deep from his throat. The other dogs whined at the sound and Reza could feel his eyes flashing red. Shit. “You let him invite you into his home. His den-” Charlie paused, taking a deep breath, his hackles coming down slightly. Reza didn't relax one bit. “You owe him an explanation. You owe him that much at least. And if you don’t tell him I will." Shoulders still hunched, eyes red and narrowed, Reza resisted the urge to hiss. He should just let him leave, this was completely unnecessary. "Just let me leave," he half-growled under his breath, for Charlie's ears only, voice almost pleading.
Watching it all unfold like a bad horror film, Reza must have been supernatural with the way he moved Noah’s eyes barely registering he’d left before he was clashing at the door with Charlie. And Noah was up in an instant mind going straight to how he could de escalate the situation instead of anything else. Or rather just get Reza to somewhere safe and not staring down the barrel of 250 pounds of angry werewolf. Wedging himself in between the two men Noah kept his eyes on Charlie, hands reaching out behind him to start pushing Reza’s torso, hoping the other boy would get the hint that he needed to back away and back away now. “Stand Down Charlie” Noah growled out a certain venom to his words. In purer werewolf terms he was outranked for sure. But this was still his house, and Noah was. Well Noah was the punk ass kid who challenged his Alpha all the time, so he wasn’t going to let some lowly pack member try to tell him what was best for his world. Not now, not ever. “Noah” Charlie growled out as if to test his resolve. But noah was not backing down No sir. “Do not fucking Noah me right now. This is my house. I outrank you by default.” He was staring straight at Charlie now as if daring him to challenge his authority in his own fucking house. Luckily for all of them though Charlie had enough sense to know when he was beaten and silently looked away waiting for Noah to clean up the mess he’d just made. Taking a deep breath Noah kept his eyes on Charlie but spoke for the boy behind him. “Reza, if you need to leave the back slider is open. You can go down the porch, and take a right around the struts, there’s a gate to the drive way in that general direction. If you just need somewhere safe my room is at the top of the stairs 2nd door on the left. No one but me is allowed to be in there.” The last part was emphasized not for Reza’s benefit but for Charlie’s, as they all knew the house rules. Noah’s bedroom was off limits unless invited. Even for Cahill the alpha.
Noah's hand on his torso made Reza cringe away, his body still pulled taut like a string waiting to snap. A part of him wanted a fight, convinced he could at least get a few good hits -- or bites-- in, but Noah being in the way stopped him. It took his panicked and anger-run brain a moment to realize that Noah wasn't trying to defend Charlie; he was defending Reza. Deflating like a popped balloon, Reza took a few steps back, eyes fading back to brown. The word 'leave' snapped his attention because yes, yes Reza needed to leave. The primal part of his brain was still lit up like a Christmas tree and that scared whatever logic was left in his brain; no way did he want this situation to escalate. He backtracked a few more steps, feeling Charlie's gaze burning his face. "I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath, turning on his heel and bolting for the back slider. As soon as he burst outside into the fresh air, his head cleared, managing to work through some of what he'd just witnessed. Charlie was an... animal. A werewolf. Which had to mean that Noah was one, too. And Charlie could have killed him. But he didn't. Because of Noah. Noah had protected him, even after most likely realizing that Reza wasn't human either; that Reza had lied. Realizing that he was still sprinting, Reza slowed down, finally slumping down to the ground. He could still see the barnhouse in the distance but he couldn't find the strength to get up, mind still reeling. His secret was out to Noah. And Reza had no idea what would happen now.
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ktrsss1fics · 7 years
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Cheeseburger in Paradise: Two.
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She had seven missed calls.
Two were from her mother and the rest were from him.
From the time she turned off her phone on a plane in Los Angeles to the time she turned it back on in a town car in Aruba, Niall Horan had called her five times.
Georgina Ferguson couldn’t believe it.
Before they left, they made a plan. One person would leave their phone off to use as a back up just in case. Brittany’s phone had died just before their connecting flight so it was up Georgina to keep them safe. She scanned through the text messages that had accumulated while she was in the air in search of the address of the house they were going to be staying at. Niall had ordered the girls a car so they didn’t have to worry about relying on strangers in a foreign country. Georgina had seen too many abduction films and knew she needed to have an exit plan just in case. She typed the address into Google Maps and turned on the Find My Friend application. If something went wrong at least someone (mainly her mother and Dave) would know where they were.
As Brittany made small talk with the Australian driver, three notifications popped on her phone. Two voice mails and a follow request from Find My Friend.
Niall had called her five times. Niall had left her two voice mails. Niall had requested to follow her - just in case.
Brittany’s comments from the plane swirled around her head. Niall liked her. She didn’t want to believe it. He was just some annoying boy who knew how to push her buttons. He laughed too much and cared too much and spent too much time trying to get her attention.
Maybe Brittany was right.
Maybe he did like her. She was just too stubborn to see it.
Georgina placed her phone to her ear and was instantly met by an Irish accent. The first message was wishing them a safe flight. The second was checking in and updating them on what everyone was up to.
“Who was that?” Brittany asked as Georgina hung up the phone.
“Messages from Horan.” Georgina said looking out the window before going back to her phone.
“What’d he say?” Her friend asked.
“Dave’s phone died so we need to call Horan if we need anything. Everyone is just drinking by the pool.” Georgina said in a low tone. “He wants us to go through the side gate when we get there.”
Brittany nodded. “What was the other one?”
“Wishing us a safe flight and reminding us about the car and the address n all that.” Georgina said checking their surroundings.
“That’s considerate. Isn’t it?” Brittany smirked.
“Extremely.” Georgina replied dryly.
“I’m calling it.” Brittany smiled. “You’re going to like him by the end of this trip.”
“You’re delusional.” Georgina mumbled.
“Could say the same about you.” Brittany teased.
“You are just as bad as my mother.” Georgina grumbled as a nice neighborhood came into view.
“I’m just saying G.” Her friend smiled.
“I’m gonna write that on your tombstone.” Georgina shook her head.
“Yours is gonna say–” Brittany started to say until she noticed the house they had stopped in front of.
It was something out of a travel brochure. A tall iron fence with intricate embellishments stood around a massive multistory house.
“He spent way too much on this.” Brittany said in awe.
“What do you mean?” Georgina asked sliding some money over the front seat to the driver.
“He said he’d take care of it all but this is just too much.” Brittany said getting out of the car.
“No one else is paying for this?” Georgina said surprised.
Brittany shook her head as she grabbed her suitcase. “That I know of.”
“That’s not fair.” Georgina said. “I mean I know he has the money for it but like he shouldn’t have to pay for it by himself.”
“Are you sympathizing with Niall Horan?” Brittany teased.
“Oh stop.” Georgina said grabbing the rest of their things from the car.
“He’s not that bad of a guy you know.” Brittany said.
“If you keep this up, I’m ignoring you for the rest of the trip.” Georgina said.
“Just give ‘im a chance.” Britt said as Georgina shot her a dirty look.“Last one.”
The two women gathered their belongings and headed for the gate. Some overly played dance song was blasting from the backyard letting them know they are in the right place. Georgina punched in the code to unlock the gate.
As the two women stepped foot on the property, Georgina’s stomach filled with butterflies. She knew why it was happening but she didn’t want to believe it. Niall Horan didn’t have feelings for her. She was sure it. This was just Brittany’s way to get her to cooperate. This was just a ploy to create a drama-free environment for the two weeks they were away.
At least that’s how it seemed.
They rounded the corner of the house to find a full fledged diving competition taking place in the pool. Drinks were being shared by the bar. One couple was using a lounge chair as a very public make out spot.The one person she didn’t want to see stood out in a pair of bright yellow swim trunks.
She was screwed.
Brittany made her way to her boyfriend who was acting as a bartender. Georgina left her luggage by the house before taking a minute to collect herself.
She could do this. Right?
Without a second thought, she headed towards her friends. Greetings were briefly shared with everyone around the bar.
She watched as Niall got out of line for the diving board and headed towards her. A few curse words were mumbled under her breath causing her best friend to laugh. Georgina looked up to find Brittany watching her.
“Remember what I said G.” She whispered. “Be nice just for the trip.”
Georgina attempted to think of a snarky comeback but the most popular member of their group had appeared and was hugging her best friend.
The sound of the excitement in his voice made her body tense up. She didn’t understand how someone could be that happy all the time.
Before she could she critique his every move, a pair of blue eyes was staring back at her. She put a fake smile on her face and got ready for to play a part.
“Fergie.” Niall smiled pulling her into a hug.
“Hey Niall.” Georgina responded as nicely as she could.
The young man stepped back and studied her face closely.
“What?” Georgina asked confused.
“Y'alright?” Niall asked scanning her features.
“Yeah why?” She asked still not understanding what he was doing.
“You called me by my first name.” Niall explained. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t sick or anything.”
Georgina rolled her eyes trying to fight a blush from forming. “You’re so annoying.”
His signature laugh filled the space between them.
“So what’s that about?” She asked nodding to the line at the pool.
“Jamie said he was better than Tom Daley.” Niall said.
Georgina couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “He’s such a twat.”
“Right?” He said with a laugh. “We thought it’d be a fun competition.”
“Who’s winnin’?” She asked somewhat interested.
“Surprisingly Mags is.” He said nodding to a girl in a red bikini.
“She used to be a ballerina.” She said. “That makes sense.”
“She did?” He said smoothing over his wet hair.
“We’ve discussed this before you goof.” She said trying to be playful.
“I’m sorry I don’t remember every conversation we have.” He sassed.
“You remember my order at In N Out but you don’t remember our friends childhood hobbies.” She shook her head. “Tsk tsk Horan. Shame on you.”
Niall’s lips turned up into a big smile. “Let’s go get you settled brat.”
“So we had a bit of an issue yesterday when we got here.” He said once they got inside.
“What happened?” Georgina asked.
“I had sort of planned out where everyone was gonna stay but uh the couples ganged up on us and took the entire second floor.” He explained running a hand through his hair nervously. “It’s kind of a mess and now we are stuck down here. Just because we aren’t part of a pair doesn’t mean our opinion is invalid.”
“So you mean to tell me that you are paying for this monstrosity of a house by yourself and those drunks out there told you where you are going to be sleeping.” Georgina marveled at the thought.
Niall sighed. “She told you?”
“Yes but we’ll get to that in a second.” Georgina said. “You’re too nice to them Ni. You should have gotten first pick and then they could have fought for whatever was left.”
“I know I know. It’s just they are all so used to getting what they want and I already made them wait to come on this trip so I just let them.” He said sounding insecure.
His eyes fell to the floor realizing he might have said too much.
“They are kind of bullies.” Georgina said trying to lighten the mood. “Like that night when we went to Santa Monica and they said they got to take the first Uber home because they didn’t want to be split up but like you were gonna puke and Ash was nearly dead so you deserved the first one.”
“That was bullshit. It was a short ride to Keith’s place and they couldn’t be apart for what was it.. ten minutes?” He shook his head. “Absolute bull shit.”
“So what did they leave us poor singles with?” Georgina asked with a smile.
“Well uh two rooms on each side of the first floor. One shares a bathroom with Keith and the other shares a bathroom with me.” He said quietly.
Georgina was quiet.
“If I’m honest, Keith should have been left at home. He is being a real creep and talking about all the women he’s going to bring back.” Niall went on to explain. “So I wouldn’t choose that one. I mean if you want, I can switch to that room and you can keep the two over here.”
“Stop being a people pleaser Horan.” She said.
“I just want everyone to enjoy themselves and I’m worried they won’t.” Niall admitted shyly. “If me changing rooms will help, I’ll do it.”
“Keep your room. I get to take showers first. Got it?” She smirked grabbing her luggage and walking past him.
Niall stood still for a moment. He wasn’t used to this side of her. She was usually a little standoffish and cold. But here she was joking around with him.
He couldn’t believe it.
“So which one is mine?” Georgina asked pulling him back to reality.
“Uh the one on the left.” He said nodding towards the door in front of her.
“How much do I owe you?” She asked stepping inside the room.
“Fergie…” Niall started to say but she cut him off.
“Unlike the rest of their friends, I wasn’t raised to be disrespectful.” She said quietly. “I can’t let you pay for this entire trip by yourself.”
Niall watched her closely as she spoke - his eyes full of admiration.
“How much can I chip in?” She asked.
“I appreciate the offer.” He said sincerely. “But-”
“No buts. I’m gonna pay for something. Whether it’s part of the rental fee or for groceries or for drinks when we go out.” She said stubbornly. “We all have well paying jobs there is no excuse for them to think just because you are who you are that they deserve to get off without paying a dime.”
Niall cheeks turned rosy as the woman in front of him continued to rant about their friends. He had never seen her this passionate about anything. Not only was it slightly attractive, it was also really nice to see someone care about him.
Money wasn’t an issue. If he wanted to rent a mansion in a foreign country for a week, he could. But the fact that she was concerned about him spending too much meant something.
“You know what Fergie?” He said softly.
“Hmm?” She mumbled glancing up at him.
“I’m glad that you’re in my life.” He stated sincerely.
“Why’s that?” She asked placing her suitcase on the bed.
He shrugged, “You actually give a shit.”
She didn’t know how to respond. He took the moment to explain.
“I know I can come off a little strong sometimes and I can be a bit persistent with things but like out of everyone you give it to me straight.” Niall said trying not to show how he actually felt. “There is no bull shit with you. If I’m being a twat, you let me know. If I’m being too clingy, you let me know. If I’m being too much, you let me have it.”
Heat danced across her body as his words floated around her. This was not happening. Niall Horan wasn’t admitting how much he appreciated having her in his life. This wasn’t real life. She was still asleep on the plane and this was all a dream.
“I uh just wanted to let you know I appreciate it.” He smiled.
Georgina still didn’t know how to respond so she resorted to what she did best.
“You kind of forced yourself into my life so I’ve had to learn to adapt.” She teased making him smile even more.
“That’s how I make all my friends.” He joked. “Just annoy the shit out of them until they get use to me.”
“Sounds about right.” She laughed.
“Want me to give you a minute to like relax?” He asked trying not to over stay his welcome.
Georgina shook her head. “I’m good. We can go back with the others if you want.”
Niall headed towards the door. “Want a tour?”
“I’m only allowed on the first floor so I don’t need to see the rest.” She said following behind him.
“One day we’ll get the credentials to make it up there.” He assured her.
“Or we could just find more single friends.” She suggested.
“You do have a point.” He nodded.
“Why aren’t you as drunk as the others?” She asked as they stepped outside.
“Didn’t want to risk something happening to you and Britt and having no one to come help.” He admitted shyly. “She didn’t call me when she said she would so I got a little worried.”
“She almost made us miss our bloody connecting flight.” Georgina complained.
“How?” He asked trying not to laugh.
“Her phone charger was in her checked bag and her phone died so she wanted to buy a portable one at one of those shops.” Georgina explained. “The queue was outside the shop and she still wanted to buy it.”
“Is that why she didn’t call?” He asked looking over at their friend.
Georgina nodded as she watched Brittany dance along to the song that was playing.
“Sorry I called so much.” Niall said slightly embarrassed. “She told me she’d call in between flights and she wasn’t answering so I was hoping you’d pick up instead.”
“S'fine. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up.” Georgina apologized. “We decided to keep one phone off so we wouldn’t end up having two dead phones.”
“Smart idea.” He said glancing back at her.
“Well now that we are safely here do you wanna get something to drink?” Georgina asked keeping her eyes off the boy beside her.
“There are plenty of beers in the fridge.” He said turning towards her. “And they made some tropical juice thing with rum if you want that instead.”
Georgina scrunched up here nose trying to make up her mind. Niall found it cute.
“Or there’s water.” He added trying to help.
“Water’s for fish Horan.” Georgina joked. “Bring me something that’ll get me drunk.”
With that, Niall laughed his way to the bar to make her something to drink.
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kurasmaniac-blog · 3 years
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#it needed to be more violent, I’m going to burry you, you don’t have magic.
In the hospital
daddy dropped me
there are historical figures and concubine queens
they chose me as martyr for my workout regime and as reward for my honesty
little girls resemble solid black babies who try and eat your face openly
tried to fix their dented heads when they got dropped from their cribs
syringles full of things slightly acidic
they opened my trachea
i was unconcious and interrogated
i begin smacking them around
TELLING them how stupid it was to do a thing like that
still managed to tell them a few things they didn't know
at home
finger nail clipping troubles
black widow bites
white python with yellow rings
they think they can abandon me if not completely financially
put hom outside
generaly not there very much
where?
pedophile
brother
no tv
on and off one way then the other
they refuse to feed me
two faced talking to kids who would have been my frinds
i don't get hurt very much i guess
tee ball
pedophiles
dented a kids head for harassing me
coach thinks he can fuck my little butt
i knocked half his teeth out
one swing
no damage initially but as he tries to go back to get my poor little butt hole
i was three
they all talk to eachother about what a bad little shit i must be
pedophile kids in day care #1
moved on to a second
fought every kid who asked me
knocked a kids teeth out for being a little mexican and trying to give everyone HIV
teacher knew the two intruders and tried to drug me
one single cop shows up somehow tries to break one of my wrists
i can see he is full of crying and try to assist him mentally
i continue fighting kids relentlessly
residual growing from the drugs
in and out seeing it all conciously
people try to break my legs
their wish dreams begin manafesting showing me broken memories and arguing that they had done what they said
im still 100% in tact
my grandmother on each side trys to rape me
assorted shit they try and feed me
elementary school starting with kindergarten
i rip a little girls broken arm off basically
a few more kids say they have fought me
little girl tries putting paper clips in my head
i bend her jaw with two punches
she loses her mind and says "i just got that off"
my soul smiles up at them openly
first grade second grade the cops had already seen me
i loved jumping off swings
but i had hurt so many people god came down and put my face in the ground
as high as the roof landing solely and flat on my face
i bled crainially
a puddle of clear liquid on my face and desk they would have licked me
stop defending yourself you're fucking the kids up
kid thinks he is hercules and wants to help everyone by trying to break my nose
i lie to him like they had lied to me
my nose is clearly not broken
i lose more of the kids its like they're just not there
i lose the ability to run without pain
dentistry
teeth filed
suppposidly removed for breaking the coaches face
second set is given to me
i had only walked into school twice even at that point
ultra decked a kid because a girl said he was a little fucker "stop raping me" they said
more drugs for beating so many of their children
kids who had been to my house lose it and go after things pets and family
there was supposed to be a funeral at some point they tried to kill me
i broke a toe walking down to the kitchen for a drink
i was sent back home from hell and scared the shit out of everyone royaly
im no longer capable of hearing them try and explain their reasons to me
one night i woke up having to remind myself to breath
brother and girlfriend kill parents
they go after me
putting cigarettes out in my nose
trying to cut
and failing horribly
the girl was daughter of a police officer whose face i had also broken right after his daughter
at a friends house other dad and second son come hope after going to the hospital having tried teaching the boy fighting and yanking his neck breaking the spine they
they had refused treatment and his head falls off in my arms
i had still only used violence defensively
i refuse to take karate for fear of perminantly damaging a student then instructor in that order
on anotyher night the dad of the dead boy tries to fuck my poor little butt hole
my only explanation is i simply don't and can't have the fucking of my butt magically
loss of memory
cop dughter girl has doctors try and cut off my arms and legs leave a for fork in my chest and chain me to my bed
the chains are broken i manifest new arms and legs which i use a bit to grab the girls face a bit and i notice they urge me to not hurt the girl by fading in and out
there are too mny things in my list here for me to just be full of shit believe me
sixth grade camp for 2 of the 7 day week a proctor dissapears for judging me and another kid and trying to put shit on at least my ear
he dissapears
my pants and broken belt fell off in front of a girl and i notice she has trouble not noticing my nuts
jr high first new friend trys to hold me under water but i didn't like it and shattered one of his testicles he has one
at a girls party somehow i overstayed my welcome so they try and cut my face off paint it with tatoo ink burn bitch at then shun me
before i can get out i find myself inside the house and the girl freaks out she wanted me to leave because my mother followed me in and i had to bitch slap her
drugs
i make a big scene talking to my mom on a cell phone they don't like me
the girls dad carrys me outside by the shirt and puts me directly into mothers car
pipe bomb
met tiesto he lived there i guess
the girl was rape/fucked because people knew my parents thinking of them poorly
i would have to have at least one of these mentioned having this many
havent done homework since second grade
little herculese still thinks of bending one of my arms so i shove a foot right up under his girlfriends butt in a class
on an extended field trip a fat kid drugs me and i hear i defiled a sanctuary but don't have memory of crying myself to sleep much less living with it like a mistake at all actually
kids had put shit in their pockets and thought of me
i don't get to go to the girls second party
on the final days of school field trip i miss the buss call but find some kids who stayed also find myself out by a buss and rape a police officer to get myself put home
i had robbed a crain game and grabbed at least 15 stuffed toys
i was punnished for not doing the monkey bars right and dislocate a sholder but still manage to get to the top the climbing pole
teleport frisbe
a bee flies right up into my shorts and didn't seem to want to leave
im debating not going back to add in all the other things for elementary school typing this is tiresome in itself
high school
staying late after school eventually turns to my brother throwing my dad a surprise party where i had died in the bathroom party girl put magnesium on my hed and it melted its way right through me
the bathroom is a mess and my dad watched me die
i pop back up and walk out into the living room naked not having clothes some mexican kids tried to piss all over my room
there must have been something wrong with my dad for refusing reason like he did i hear i knocked teeth out of his face for my poor little butt holes honor
barbeque injector to the heart
huge trap door spider made a snack of me
people tried to kill my cat
loss of vision but there were people who tried talking to me
the police had investigated the corpse in the bathroom and say it wasn't me
i smiled
stabbing for my method of provocation
soemthing fucked me
someone cut the skin off my left arm and tried to wear it
the next day i walk back to the hangout just fine
people threw rocks at my mother i didn't make it all the way home conciously
i thuroughly haunted a school performance and broke a girls face for their indirectivity
my bend in my jaw is still there
i don't go to my fathers house anymore after that party
find myself at my mothers and know not much more than that her housband breathes heavily when hes angry
when im at another house with one of his kids i end up staying for a week strait
when they wre drinking they poison me
on another night i make it too the bathroom after drinking heavily and think of it as a victory
i wake up in the bathroom with my left hand clutched around a puking girls pony tail shes screaming WAKE UP WAKE UP don't put my head in the toilet
as i take it off my hand responds slugishly with each finger prying itself off individually starting from the left pinky
i clutch my hand and call back to sleep
residual
i have a few short visions one of a neck readjustment i enjoy pranoidly
another of my mother and her housband trying to get me to leave that house why not just put me outside
i get a car
i drift around this same turn in my city 10 times having looked at the reason and ignoring my good way out i slam one front left axel into the curb breaking it loose then take a right turn and make it to a spot to park
the tire stayed on and they cannot police me
im gifted a few dips in the road and scrape part of a plastic under carrige piece off partially but being half an inch thick it cannot have happened
i was smoking at a church and let a guy try my manual car without me i hear a loud crash but the car seems fine later i realize he must have tried to blow the transmission seeing how the car acted just after
the car now runs on me
another set of people tests me at first mostly with steroids in a single spot cutting drugging
when someone threatens me i still just tell them to hurry the fuck up
drugs
a few long trips drugs found a girl with "tongue fur" which i cant have because earlier i was given a yellow funguns that was "if you're not dead in a week that's not what this is" i lived and the fungus formed a line around the horizontal rim of my tongue
there is a tackle box on every corner and everyone is on a foreign telephone netowrk
one night i appear just in front of my drive way pull in and am followed throught the door shot up and left unconcious
earlier there had been mexican workers broght from a separate city so many that step father is shuned "you never bring them back"
if a person fails it is clearly their fault or literal mind rape possibly
i made the girl who showed interest hot and for a while she thinks of it as raping me until she gets HIV
the last mentioned group of people one night summon me with wishes to go and have a rave far away and by the end the only thing i can say is they couldn't afford what I bought them by being there
a girl of them is kidnapped and raped supposidly
i tried many times after being shot up maybe 10 times taking pills and not smoking to pull her ass back to my car but the best i can do is offer my sholder for stabbing
the brakes became clogged with sand
we were moved and i took people home
the girl is recovered by one of the group and her authority father she had jondis
the now hot rape girl and a guy had given HIV to many people including both their families
i got a job
i somehow broke the computer system at that restourant but i had been driving my car with parifanalia and a broken tail light for long enough to get the idea i should use this chance to continue my high school work of being there weather anyone liked it or not
the cop whos sons head had fallen off in my arms tied to put a harpoon slug in my left eye
one morning on the way to school my windows had been rolled up and the frost was heavy on my windshield
i back out at a point of defrosting thinking it would clear up but find myself in the same place as before looking right at the answer clearly but not able to act
i passed throught a pillar my mother having been pushed into the drive way and proctor on the corner of my mountain rode street where there were some kids waiting for a buss i had never noticed
hercules had killed one of my cats for raping his home and i end up running over a kid who was playing in the street
the proctor pulls a boi knife and puts it through my face i have a vision of POW soldiers being hydrolically injected so i say no
one of the kids starts yelling about how a little gir had started crying and i pull off to make more magic
parts of the kids body were stuck to the bottom of my car and i took all of it strait to the closest parking space at the school to the school
there were police waiting but they just shoot so i vanish again losing memory not really knowing
the puddle was hercules' little cousin and my cat was at home
i did mushrooms up in the mountains and played car pinball all the way down to a friends house
the police showed up there but i had already fallen asleep from eating too many mushrooms
at the school graduation there was a special surprise for me in the form of some guy holding my diploma who the just ran thinking i didn't have it but did
father was there and tried to rip it in half i vanish again
my year book had been handed around the whole school
i didn't see it at all i'll make some wish for that later as long as not too much is a staged story
many people have HIV at this point
one final night after work i had been drugged for a week or so by the guy who brought the HIV back from cuba
i cant do anything but hurt people
she stood there in the hall unable to call me a bitch without explanation and I finally understood psychology
that part of their face is bent, so is mine but if it actually matters i wont ever care
i don't have HIV but i like to think that maybe some had been let go
i don't know how much of that acid they gave me but i drove home parked turned the music up as my brain dried out
if anyone had an objection i didn't hear of it right then
brother and the second cop had the second cops dad take drills to my teeth at a party i was summoned to
the damage wasnt immediate but later and just some
if that kid was hercules then my tee ball coach was zues whose lack of teeth have fucked my head up for years
i went to the planned parenthood and almost was raped but found myself outside
i was taken to two 5150's where by the end one had missing people the the other had seen me inside a secret wall room
i end up in the mountains one night and a kid with heppatitis shoots me up
everyone has a fucking needle
historical figures all around along with a zues and herculese makes me think there once was an after life but they refused to take responsibility and leave it there before showing up here to rape little boys
i raped and took a walk through the rave in LA one night on invitation apparently party girl told me i was a fagot
i didn't pay but i still even got inside after tiesto himself had failed to just walk up and beat me
once inside i was split into five went everywhere then took a seat up in the top section
they asked me to leave twice played me part of a song saw my brother and floated down to a door across the crowd from where I was
ruffles?
i landed on the other side near the enterance to the VIP section but just walked out into the fog
oh
went the wrong way and found myself home turned the music up and began wrenching around my bent faw right side
finally once i headed around to the back drive way it was loud again but i had a magic barrier that kep the high school kids away and the kids kept the other people away
my head started screaming at me and i was alone with it to beat as time went on
my psichiatrist heard me once say that the human trafficing people couldn't do anything about me either so they decided t kill me
one night i was sick with the flu had a heart attack
another day i went out to mow the lawn but i had gotten so clogged by the medications there was some pain
a while after i see my drivers license picture looks just like the kid from terminator two after he beat that hooker
on walks i found things i had never seen a mushroom that reminded me of a lamp shade red fat butt spiders like a black widow and small tube scrap that looked like it had been cut
i was going to use it as a blunt crutch but thought it might be metal lit one end and held it at the other
it was hot in less than 1 second and probably cold before i dropped it
i think about it having the mark of being cut and a piece left from it being broken off but i don't think people have anything like it
i threw it away thinking nobody would ever give a fuck who cares i found it on a walk no you don't have it
i have the kings crown magnet still
on the way i had broken kids cops an fbi agent but who gives a fuck i was born in a hospital
the phich meds were good for a while and i had gone back to laughing then suddenly it turned drastically to extreme discomfort the word for which people still don't acknowlege
it was that way for at least a year of painful discomfort not being able to sit still or stand
until one day i decided to give a bit and stop taking the medication
then the drugs quietly gently turned back a few different attempts later
but the yelling i had done in my room and the music had attracted me attention again i didn't hear of any of it from a person at all
nother guy dances down my hallway uninvited bounces into my room and tries to flip the light switch but the bulb breaks and im sitting there blinded by the light of my computer screne
they cant hear me thinking
someone got the little girl at the end of the street the tongue fur right the fuck up in the top end of it
i herd some people outside my window even my land lord so i guess they cant get the fuck out of my house either
i got my new house of my own in a mobile home park and in the first few days someone had assigned a hagared lady to try and do "something"
once the pandemic hit in the first few days there was a guy in a truck and not knowing well enough to stay away i talked to him
my casual manerisms concerned the people from down the street
but after the builders tried to crack the house in half and the HIV kids spitting at my father
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