#i tried STASHING GOLD and it still wasn't enough.

[friesian]

almost 3k gems for the armor set package. are you kidding me.

[persianatpenn]

Leila's Brothers

40 year old Leila has spent her whole life taking care of her elderly parents and her four brothers. Leila is stuck in a dysfunctional family who are always arguing, and struggling to make ends meet. Leila lives with her elderly parents, caring for them while also being the only regular wage-earner in the clan.

Leila's brothers includes Parvis, an overweight toilet cleaner who does not make enough to support his family, which grows as he repeatedly tries for a son. Farhad, the jock obsessed with U.S. wrestling. Lazy Manoucher, who takes part in sketchy get-rich-quick schemes rather than real work. And Alireza, who recently quit work at a factory where his boss wasn't providing wages.

At the head of the incompetent patriarchy that is Leila's family is her aging father, an opium addicted con man who is obsessed with becoming the family's Patriarch, following the death of his cousin. The price of this town is a payment of 40 gold coins as a gift at his cousin's son's wedding. Leila's greedy father foolishly agrees.

Rather than throw away the family's savings Leila comes up with a plan to help the family earn an honest living: They could lease a retail building in the mall. Unable to get a loan at the bank, Leila needs her fathers stash of gold coins to fund her family's future.

Leila's Brothers is a 2022 Iranian Drama directed, written, and produced by Speed Roustayi. The film was nominated for the Palme d'Or at the 2022 Cannes Film Festival. This film has been suspended my Iran's Ministry of Culture and Islamic Guidance due to its unauthorized participation in the Cannes Film Festival. However, Director Roustayi states that he would rather have his film banned in Iran rather than censored. The Iranian Government continues to keep pressure on filmmakers, even placing travel bans and imprisoning directors. Yet, Iranian film makers continue to speak out and create films even under the threat of punishment by their government.

I found this movie to be really entertaining. I found it unlike any other Iranian movies that I have seen before. Watching Leila's experience reminded me a lot about stories my mom has told me about growing up in an Iranian family, where her brother and father's voices were the law. Unlike Leila, my mom was able to break free from her family's toxic patriarchy, and achieve her dreams. But sadly this is still not possible for women in Iran.

N.A.

[liibrii]

Miya!Reader x Miyas

Synopsis: Nothing simpler than grocery shopping. Right? 

wc: 1.2k

a part of The third Miya series

a/n: Miyas are pure chaos and I’m here for it. If you wanna be tagged in the coming scribbles lemme know and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 

One thing was sure; every single time you were sent to get groceries Osamu got lost somewhere between entering the store and the first shelf. Years of being used to it and you still worry, knowing better than anyone he always follows his nose rather than his eyes; though ever since the mango incident you'd rather no one knew you are related. 

And after all, he is like a cat, aloof and distant until food came into picture and he winds his way between your legs till he either gets what he wants or you end up flat on your face. And he still gets what he wants.

Atsumu on the other hand, is a parrot. A colourful, obnoxiously loud parrot who always wants whatever is in your hands, not caring what you knock over trying to keep your small treasures from his grabby little claws. Or, hands.

The current treasure in question being the shopping list. It's been a long time since you stood a chance against Atsumu when it came to pure pulling strength and the unfortunate victim to experience it is, well are, the two pieces of paper in yours and his hand. “Great,“ you say, “if we forget to buy anythin' I'm blamin' ya.“

“This wouldn't have happened if ya just gave me the damn paper in the first place,“ huffs Atsumu.

You stuff the torn piece of paper in your pocket. “Where's Samu?“

“What am I? His babysitter?“

“No, that honour would be mine,“ you dead pan to his snarky question. Throwing a quick glance up and down the aisle you fail to notice your other brother between the customers. Well, whatever. He'll show up sooner or later. So you return your attention to tooth paste. Dad likes the blue one. Only there are at least four different blue ones.

“Just take the cheapest.“

“That one's digustin’.“

“If we buy the cheaper stuff we'll have more money left over to buy snacks!“

“Ooo,“ your eyes widen as you do the quick math, “Tsumu yer so smart!“ You grab two of the cheapest tubes. “Maybe we can even get Samu-nii to make us some onigiri...“ The mere thought of them makes your mouth water.

“Samu-nii?“ he frowns. “Ya never call me that.“

“Ya lost that privilege when ya framed me for eatin' his puddin'. We should get some hair dye too. Yer roots are starting to show.“ No way are you going to let your brother walk around with roots showing. Oh no. Not under your watch.“Maybe some purple shampoo but I don't see it anywhere...“

“What for?“

“So we can get ya a real nice platinum colour.“

“Nah, I like the one I have.“

You straighten up and give him a look of disbelief. “It's yellow.“

“Gold! It's gold! 'Cause I'm a champion!“

Right. “Whatever you need to tell yerself little brother.“

While he hisses back insults, because he's the oldest and how dare you disrespect him in the 7-Eleven of all places, you try to remember what the next thing on the shopping list was. Shampoo, right, check, dad's favourite shaving cream is already in the cart, as is deodorant you've gotten in a fight over with Atsumu just a minute ago (“I want this one!“

 “Tsumu this one stinks like a teenage boy who hasn't showered in a week.“ 

“I AM A TEENAGE BOY!”). You should take one for Osamu too. Their morning squabbles weren't how you liked starting your day, not that a single deodorant would stop that but one can dream, right? Speaking of which, slowly it would be time to start looking for your always hungry triplet. Still ignoring Atsumu you head towards the food section.

Here's the thing about parrots. Just like cats they want attention when you have something more important to do. A cat will nudge you, lay over your books or keyboard or whatever you might be doing at the moment, maybe dug its claws in your leg or just straight up refuse to leave no matter how many times you push it away. A parrot on the other hand, will perch itself on your shoulder and scream till you give it what it wants.

That's what Atsumu is doing at the moment. Well, not the screaming part, though his blabbering is just as annoying. He's leaning on your shoulder, flicking your ear while you compare the prices of bonito flakes. “Stop that.“

“I'm gonna get chips.“

“Wait for-“

He's already walking away, pushing the cart and whistling, so you roll your eyes and return your attention back to the packages. Which one did mom say tasted weird again?

Here's another thing about parrots. As innocent as they may look to some, they do love creating this thing called chaos. And here's the thing about chaos. Unlike some other things it's worse in small dosages, because in small dosages it's funny.  For example, a parrot filling your shoe with sunflower seeds.

Or a golden haired boy filling the shopping cart with bags of chips. There's barely enough space for those three packages in your arms.

“Mom's gonna go ballistic if we buy so much chips,“ you say looking at Atsumu trying to stuff one more bag in the cart.

“We'll just pay separately.“

Oh right. You could do that. And this time not fail to forget taking the receipt out of the bag before dad finds it. While Atsumu tries to decide which package of crab chips to take next (as if he could cram one more in the cart) you sneak in some small packets of super sour candy. For later. You never knew when Samu will itch and go through your secret stash.

As if he smelled you're collecting ingredients for a trap his gray hair appears on the other side of the aisle. “What's with all that?“ he asks when he sees half the cart is filled with snacks.

“Supplies.“

Osamu puts his hands in pockets. “Put them back.“

You blink. Twice. Then glance over at Atsumu who looks just as shocked as you. He narrows his eyes and pinches Osamu's cheek. “Ya feelin' alright Samu? Got fever?“ Osamu swats his hand away. “Who are ya and what have ya done with our brother?“

And his hands are empty too... The only time Osamu didn't come back carrying a bunch of food was when you were shopping at a shoe store.

“If we don't buy snacks we can get sushi,“ he says with an expression that clearly asks how you two idiots couldn't work that out on your own.

“Oooo,“ both your and Atsumu's eyes widen in awe. You could get sushi. You both look at all the tasty, tasty snacks in the cart. Sushi... Or maybe ramen. A new restaurant did open up the street just last month. But then you'll have no goodies for later... But it's sushi.

“Alright, I'll get these back!“ Atsumu grabs the bags and stacks them back on the shelf.

“Hey! I haven't agreed yet!“ you protest.

Osamu pats your shoulder. “Two to one.“

You roll your eyes. It wasn't the rule of 'two over one' overruling whatever your answer was going to be, it was more you hate being the losing one. Even when you get a reward. Even when the reward is tasty food. 

At least mom's paying.

tagging: @espressons​

[corvixa]

I am alive! Long, rambly post ahead.

So. I did a thing. After 2 or 3 years on a waiting list of therapy, I got it. Good right? Ahuh...

A weekly appointment at 10.30 am is apparently my kryptonite.

It was fine at first, but I got utterly sidelined with the cumulative effect and the fact I wasn't able to reset my energy. But, I was determined like, I'd breakthrough.

Uh. That did not happen. All I could do was attend that appointment. For the first time since I started writing again post house explosion, I couldn't even write. I managed to not some ideas down. Carry on a few plots in my head. Still, even with my insomnia, I was stuck with my facemask on, desperately trying to get enough energy to eat, and occasionally failing even that.

After I had to take a break for a few weeks running for dental appointments and Covid Vaccines, I gained enough energy back to do that look around and reflect thing.

Hell, I might not have been perfect before this, but I enjoyed things. I chatted with friends. I lurked in the Stark Tower discord plotting new ideas. I got to write. I got to do real-world hobbies. I got to spend time awake with my partners!

So, after my vaccine and several days with a very high fever, I kind of decided. Fuck it. This isn't worth it. I have clawed my little part of this world out, and I am not going to lose it.

Sometimes you have to weigh up the cost-benefit analysis. What good may come from these 16 appointments was utterly stopper by the bomb dropped on my life. So I came out of my fever cave of blankets, had an incredibly hot bath and decided this wasn't working.

The early appointment alone was killing me; I am crepuscular by nature. Not being sarcastic there; this is how I have dealt with severe levels of insomnia since age 12. I tried being an average human that wakes up in the morning and goes to bed at night for decades, and it didn't work. I am most active after 11 pm, and I nap during the day. It's not a perfect fix; if it were, the Gold series would literally not exist as that is my Insomnia in a cape. However, sleeping at least once in a 24 hour period nearly every day is THE WIN. Being not awake at 10.30 am, but already at an appointment, where I was expected to be coherent? Weekly? With no variable illnesses? Even the stint in hospital I had was around me making these appointments... Not getting better from fall.

Honestly, I have no idea what past me was thinking, but after they went to 2 or 3 appointments and didn't feel too bad, they committed hard to this course of action. That was a mistake that I thought I had learned a long time ago, that assessing the work-life balance is critical. This might not be work, but it was the same thing.

So, How am I doing? Better. Not aces, but the Covid fever of doom made me miss last weeks appointment. The week before, it was the Covid.2 Jab and today I had the dentist.

And this morning, before my dental appointment, I started writing. My partners were over the moon. I am not back on full capacitor yet, but I am clawing my way back. Heck, I felt alive enough to prat about in the garden as my partner wanted to take a few pics of me given my pairing of BRIGHT TOXIC GREEN tights and lace trousers. I realised I hadn't set foot in the garden since this therapy thing started. My dog, Loki, was bouncing around like a loon bringing me every stashed ball he could find.

If anything gives you clarity, it's the excitement of a collie confronted with man balls, your partner's joy at you starting something you love again and actually feeling like a human being.

Ness is calling the therapy people when she gets the social confidence points required to deal with bombing me out of this whilst being my stalwart wall, so I don't get bullied onto the phone (hello, Hemiplegic Migraine) or guilted back into just trying a few more sessions.

It's not like my therapist was bad. He was cool. He dealt with this ADHD, Autistic, Severe Insomniac, Asexual weirdo and never once questioned any of these identifiers. I just don't have the energy to do anything back to back, week after week, at 10.30 am—even fun things.

So, I am probably going to sleep a lot. I am not back to my previous form yet; my Hubs is saying I made it out of the cave, but I still have Palladium Poisoning because apparently, I have infected his brain to think of things in Iron Man metaphors.

This is a bit all over, but I felt like I wanted to get it down. Especially for anyone worried about my sudden absence.

TLDR, the road to hell is lined with good intentions; sometimes the good thing becomes the bad thing, sometimes you lose yourself trying to do things the right way, and everything ends up wrong. Sometimes the right thing is the thing people see as wrong. All I know is that I wrote something for the first time this morning because of insomnia, and I couldn't be happier. My mind is starting to pick up speed again, this dense dog of confusion, exhaustion and pain is clearing, and I have goals.

Which I think is what really matters, right?

Oh, side note, some things did get done whilst I was busy being a zombie. After nearly 3 decades of waiting, at 33 (yeah, I've wanted to change my name a long ass time.) I got my name changed! So I can sign this off in a way that makes me smile. I dropped my old first name, and took my first middle name as my new forname. (I was, and still am, one of those ginormous name people.) I also went back in history and timestoned my surname. (So, I was named utterly after my dad. Literally, I have the female version of his name >.< but I wanted to keep that connection to my genealogy whilst not having my dads name.) Boom.

Enjoy the earlier mentioned pictures of me pratting about in the garden. I am a photographer. I do not know how to pose. What you are seeing is sarcasm 😅. (If you want to know where the fabulous tights came from, Google Snag Tights. They are truly a miracle and a gift from the Gods. They have actual sizes and don't tear after one wear, even if you are more leg than human. So you stretch and destroy tights by walking.)

- Morgan / M-Mac-C

[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

Evocations: XIV (a)

Keeping a secret - any secret - when dating a detective is serious work. When that detective is Olivia, well . . . Alexandra acknowledged that she was embarking on her very own Mission: Impossible plot. It was, in this instance, a lucky thing that the blonde was as hard-headed as her lover.

To that point, Alex's interactions with Elliot Stabler had been limited, and strictly professional. However, Cabot knew enough to know that Elliot was basically Liv's only other friend in the wide world, so approaching him was as necessary as it was awkward.

Wanting to keep things familiar, Alex had invited him to a simple coffee, in the cafe on the ground floor of the courthouse. She had expressly told him to make sure Olivia didn't tag along, so when he approached the table where she'd been anxiously shredding her napkin, Alexandra gazed behind him, searching the entrance suspiciously.

"I'm a detective, too, Alex," he grinned, "I know if I'm being followed."

"I know," she exhaled, a little too quickly. "It's not you I don't trust."

Chuckling, he dropped into the chair across from her. "What's up, Alex?"

The blonde took a deep breath and blurted, "I'm going to ask Olivia to marry me."

Stabler blinked and looked at the ADA for a long quiet moment, as she tried to read his face. Alex was fully aware of how close the two partners were, and while she never worried about Liv hiding anything, there had been more than one red flag that made her question Stabler's feelings.

Still, that wasn't why they were there.

"Mazel tov," Elliot finally replied, smiling broadly. "Good for you."

Alexandra sipped her coffee, tucked her hair behind her ears. "Do you think she'll marry me?"

The broad, balding cop furrowed his brows and chuckled awkwardly. "Are you serious? Alex, she's been head over heels for you since the get. I've never seen anything make her happier!"

Cabot blushed and stared at her coffee cup.

"You buy a ring yet?" he asked.

"Not yet. Three months' salary . . . is that still a thing?"

"I thank God I was hardly making shit when I married Kathy," he said wryly. "But I can't say how that translates to two women. Make your own traditions," he suggested.

"Well, if we're going to get technical," Alex said, slipping easily back into lawyer-mode, "we can't legally marry here. Not yet anyway."

Elliot shrugged. "Someday," he said with a smile.

She hadn't decided how she would propose yet, or when, exactly, so the rest of their coffee meet went by quickly. Alex had been expecting an awkward hug before Elliot returned to the precinct. Instead, he touched her arm briefly, before he turned to give her an unreadable, soft look, then was gone.

.

.

Alex's time was running short.

There was no way that she was going to get away for much longer with the secretive behaviors she had developed. For example, she had started obsessively assessing every piece of jewelry that Olivia owned for ring inspiration. When they went on walks and passed jewelry stores, Alexandra lingered at window displays, running numbers in her head and comparing styles.

She had been distracted and daydream-y, while stashing ring brochures and nightly clearing related searches from her work PC and cell phone. Soon enough, Liv would have questions.

Some decisions had been easy, others were still up in the air. Alex had no interest in being overly traditional, but non-traditional didn't mean she didn't want things to be elegant. She was a perfectionist, after all.

One weekend afternoon, waiting in line at their usual coffee spot, Alex picked up a magazine to flip through. As the pages fanned past, she caught sight of a ring ad and thumbed back to it. Olivia wasn't paying attention, having decided to try a new drink that day, her eyes on the menu.

Alexandra's heart pounded. Her mouth ran dry. It was it - the ring. The one. It was subtle, a small pear-cut diamond, in a fine rose gold setting with an infinity twist band. Alex had been hunting for something subtle, as Olivia was very private, especially about her relationships.

"Lex," Liv said, "did you hear me?"

"No, sorry, what?" Alex answered, forcing herself to close the magazine slowly so as to not draw attention to it.

"I'm going to try that cold brewed thing. With lots of cream."

"Got it," the blonde nodded. "Why don't you go find a seat and I'll order for us?"

When Olivia had moved off toward the back of the shop, Alex opened the magazine again, memorized the ring's name and the company for the ad, then dropped the magazine back in the rack. Texting the info to herself, she took a deep breath and smiled.

.

.

Elliot and Olivia were shoulders-deep in their current case when an average-looking man in a button-up and creased dress pants approached their desk in the precinct bullpen.

"Olivia Benson?" he asked. His voice was kind.

"Yeah. That's me," she said tiredly.

He held out an envelope. "You've been served." He offered her a lopsided smile as Liv took the envelope, then he exited as quietly as he had arrived.

"Not the DEA already, is it?" Elliot asked, raising a eyebrow.

Liv worked the envelope open and slipped out the paper from inside. Elliot watched the expression on her face change from curious concern to amusement as she read, and when she was done, she chuffed out a half-laugh.

"Not the DEA. It's from Alex," Olivia told him. "Apparently she's 'subpoenaing' me to a formal dinner."

Elliot smiled, immediately thinking of his clandestine coffee with the tall, happy blonde. "Creative," he commented, hiding his sneaking recognition of the date's importance.

But very soon . . . Olivia and Elliot would find themselves standing across from Alexandra, asking for a warrant to search Rafael Zapata's yacht, and from there . . .

From there, things would move quickly from bad, to worse, to a nightmare.

[border-spam]

Leech Lord - The thought that counts

Troy

Calypso is a bizarre, very weird man who's concept of a "gift" can be some hot drink Ven brought for him to a late night meeting, the time JK handed him a slightly rusted 1/4 socket wrench they'd spotted on a scrap pile while patrolling the slums and recalled him saying he'd have to ask Sei for the day before, or a photo of a flower Eli saw and sent on an incognito chat line.

What he considers gifts aren't usually that tangible so aren't things he can show to others, but there are some actual gifts he's held onto for far too long and people are fucking sick of being shown.

You ever see a coffee cup that hasn't been washed in eight years??

Well his friends have. Weekly.

Ty had "made it" for him in their first year planet-side, a shitty white .50c mug she'd crudely painted "Best Bro, lol" on in now peeling enamel. He knows it was a joke, but it doesn't change how that stupid gross mug has made him feel when things have been so bad that he's spent nights rolling it gently between a flesh and metal hand, reassuring himself with memories of the good times.

I mean he.. he cleans it, he rinses it out, but if he washed it properly the paint would just come straight off and that ain't happening. He drinks so much coffee. The poor thing gets refilled 4, 5 times a night sometimes, it's VILE looking. Brown and black stains, more rings than a felled steelwood tree running down the inside..

Ven hates it. Sei hates it. Eli smiles and tries not to die when he sees it. JK FUCKING LOVES IT. That mug is more Troy to them then his cruel prosthetic is, that mug is the most Troy thing on his damn ship.

Seifa has "politely" insisted on sealing it for him so he CAN wash it, but she's been told with frightening clarity that she’s not allowed near it. Leave it alone, it's fine.

Ven joke gifted him a pair of cursed-text booty shorts after two years of seeing The Holy Father’s ass crack daily and feeling his soul leave his body every time.

Troy took it as part insult / part challenge and made sure to actually wear them around Ven and make sure the other man was aware.

It went from hitching his pants just low enough in public to show their hem and smirking as they were recognised, to just straight up wearing them instead of his usual baggy harem pants some nights when he knew Ven would be spending a few hours in Sanctum.

Sei was completely in on this and acted nonchalant as her friend would desperately try to look around the room for support as his life-force withered while having to sit next to his boss in cursed hotpants and everyone else treating it like it was completely normal.

That stopped when Sei wasn't around, that kind of bullshit just didn't feel right.

He still has them though. They'll.. make a return one day, and Ven won't be ready.

Seifa

On the gift front, she's got 2 modes

1 - Extremely expensive item of value:

Munny. Nice. Highly appreciates it but won't from a personal level ( unless it's also exceptionally catered to her like very carefully chosen jewelry ). She'll secure it somewhere behind lock and key in her ship, and take it out to fondle on her floor like a goblin if she's feeling down.

Sei won't use any expensive gifts for fear of somehow "wasting" then, a weird after effect of poverty and a knife edge upbringing, but she'll cover herself in platinum and diamonds AT HOME while watching bullshit on the E-Net and drinking wine. Think Jenna Marbles leeeshuring. Only does this in private, it's some odd way of enjoying the things she's been given without fear of somehow devaluing them. She's fuckin weird. She is a weird person, she's just very close to even weirder monster twins and they distract a lot of attention from her strangeness.

2 - Piece of shit someone found in a flea market and thought of her or made for her poorly:

What the fuck. What the fuck. Treasure. Will go all red eyed and mouth wobbly when given it, won't know what the hell to say. Will use / wear / show it off daily. Will proudly point out gifts like this in her ship to visitors, go over who gave it to her, where it's from, what that person means to her, everything.

If it's wearable it will be patched into or worn with her best outfits bar ceremonial garb. She's covered in little mementos of friends and colleagues she takes massive comfort from by having close to her at all times, 'specially as some are too far away to see that often, or aren't around at all anymore.

The pendant Ven surprised her with has found its way into almost every ensemble she wears, it's on next to scrap chains and fool’s gold when she's elbow deep in a Mechanicum's process machine's axle oil, and it's on when she's dripping in platinum and faux giggling at a gala. This is... noticed by Troy, who is silently aware of how the shockingly expensive jewelry he's been gifting her for years remains stashed in lockboxes around her ship while Ven's bit of glass rarely leaves her skin. He finds it harder to ignore the blue-green glint of it far more than he'd want anyone to know.

He sent her a droid, years ago. She picked it up from a holding dock in a grimy but carefully packaged parcel and loved it at first sight. Tiny little hive-drone, smaller than her fist and mashed together from what looked like scrap - ancient LED screen able to just about render a simple smiley face with oversized pixels. A chicken scratch note about how they were doing well, things had been going great and they'd really started to find their footing now. 

Lines about Tyreen being a pain in the ass, how he'd been having fun with this stuff - droids, that she'd been right that he should try messing around with the amount of scrap bots you could find in any junkpile across Pandora. Said he'd made this for her because he remembered her ship had no V.I. network and how half the rec-room was covered in notes she'd end up having to take to keep on top of deals and interesting tips. This little floating ball could link with her E-Dev and convert audio into notes, calender bookings, maybe make her life a bit easier? Cause she had made theirs easier, him and Ty's, hadn't she. He wanted to give her something back. When would she be touching down again anyway? Been nearly a year since they’d left her ship to make a name for themselves.. and he had a lot to show her...

She still uses that little droid daily, chats idly to it as it sits on her office desk in the Mechanicum, blinking crude emojis at her as it happily translates Sei’s cranky mutters into a schedule that makes her life just a bit easier.

JK's silent hand over of something heavy and palm sized wrapped so beautifully in patterned cloth had keyed her in on not opening it till she was alone, but that prescription lens...

Fitted so carefully onto a hinged frame she knew at a glance would socket over her favored welding goggles? The crude but confident metal work, the tiny flicks of coloured paint she recognised and warmed her heart immediately? That asshole.. that beautiful, clever bastard.

Said nothing, knew she didn't need to, but it's been YEARS and she still notices the slight puff to their chest and way they straighten a little taller when they spot it perched over her right eye.

Asks are open!

[yoongisnoona]

Calluna Chapter 1

Tags: Pining, Romance, Shifter AU, Violence, Possible Smut

Warning for Chapter: Domestic Abuse

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: When his father becomes a danger to his family, Yoongi runs with his brother and mother, feeling ashamed he left his Pack to suffer his fathers wrath, he trains everyday to become the alpha he should be to take his father out. But when a lovely little vixen falls into his life, Yoongi is unsure whether to ignore her for her own safety or claim her as his. The choice may not be up to him however as Dahye is just as enamoured with him as he is her…

Chapter 1

The screams coming from downstairs were horrible. His mum had told him to go upstairs and take his brother and lock the door.

Jungkook was looking up at him unsure on what to do, and Yoongi was lost. He could hear every kick and punch his father gave his mother, alongside every scream.

This was not a new thing, the main pack knew what was going on, a lot of them wanted to help and wanted to stop the abuse that was happening, but the pack was lacking alphas and the ones that were around were not strong enough to take out his father. Either that or they were too afraid of the rest of the pack that sided with his father.

Yoongi knew it wasn’t safe. Jungkook and himself had been hit multiple times by their father before, Yoongi could fight his way out, Jungkook had learned the hard way that that's what he had to do. His mother however was not strong enough.

He had to get them away. Turning to Jungkook, his eyes lit bright gold “Jungkook, pack what you can, go out the back and pack the car. I’m Gonna grab all the money and valuables in the house then find a way to knock out dad.” Yoongi growled.

Jungkook looked at his older brother eyes wide “Yoon… What?” Yoongi ‘s eyes flashed at Jungkook “Not the time for this kook. Just do as I say. I need to get you and ma outta here.”

Jungkook realised his brother was serious and kicked into gear. He grabbed a few bags and suitcases from the cupboards and started packing things.

Yoongi had a stash of money hidden in his room, then ran to the stash that he knew his mum hid in her bedroom.

He checked in with Kook who had almost finished packing clothes and important things. “Kook, where is your baseball bat?”

Jungkook looked nervously over at his brother “Yoon…” Yoongi placed the bags on the bed and walked over to his brother. “Kook… this needs to be done. I can't let him hurt You, ma or me anymore. He is not fit to be Alpha but I'm not strong enough to fight him, let alone take over the place as pack alpha yet, so this is all I can do. Please just get the bags in the car and anything else you think we may need.” he explained to the younger.

Jungkook hesitated as if he wanted to say something but then nodded and got the bat for Yoongi. Taking the bat from Jungkook, Yoongi crept from his and Jungkook's room, past the kitchen and into the front room where he withheld a growl.

His Father had his back to him but held his mother by her hair, slapping her from side to side. His mother already had bruises around her face and was bleeding. She had one hand holding her chest and another trying to protect her face so he knew that her ribs were either broken or bruised too.

With his fathers back to him and his mother not able to see him, he crept a little closer, raised the bat and took a heavy swing against his father's head. His father dropped to the floor unconscious, blood dripping down the back of his head. Not caring, Yoongi turned towards his mother and picked her up and rushed to the car.

Jungkook was just closing the boot to the car, Yoongi noticed their bedroom window was wide open and realised Jungkook must have been using the window as a route to take things to the car. “Is that all Kook?” Jungkook nodded, looking at their mothers whimpering form in Yoongi’s arms. “Money is on the driver's seat, not sure whether you needed it straight away or not?” Jungkook said to him, taking their Mother from his arms and placing her on the back seat.

Jungkook and Yoongi took their seats in the front and Yoongi started the car quickly turning to Jungkook. “Keep an eye on her kook, she's not in good shape... I’ll let you in on the plan once we're out of pack territory” Jungkook nodded. Yoongi set off and the ride out of pack territory was relatively quiet, other than their mothers whimpering in the back of the car. Once they reached the town area, Yoongi started to talk.

“We’re going to Rosewhych, I have a friend who is a member of the Pride there. Hopefully he will either let us stay for a few days to sort ourselves out or point us in the right direction.” Yoongi explained, mainly to Jungkook as he wasn't sure his mother was conscious at this point.

“But Yoon, what are we gonna do about the Pack? We can't just abandon them...there are those who helped us, helped Ma through the shit Dad put us through. Imagine the hell there going to go through without us being there.” Jungkook tried to reason with his brother.

“Kook, I know. I know that but at the moment all I care about is getting you and Ma away from that sorry excuse for a man. I promise you, I will come back and sort out the pack, but I will be the first to admit that I'm just not strong enough yet, both physically and mentally. I need to be strong enough to take out dad and be able to be the Alpha for the pack and if i tried doing that now, everyone would suffer even more.” Yoongi explained to the younger one.

Jungkook sighed, but Yoongi realised he understood. The ride to Rosewych was a quiet journey, filled only with the soft music Yoongi put on for some background noise.

Once Yoongi thought they were close enough to Rosewych he pulled over the car and took out his mobile. Dialing a number, he held the phone to his ear waiting for an answer. “Hey Yoongi, What up?” a voice filtered through the speaker.

“Hey Seokjin...Alots up at the moment. Look I know this is short notice, but would you be able to put my brother, Mother and myself up for a couple of days by any chance? Our dad...we had to get away..and you were the only person I know that he doesn't know about.”

“Shit man… Of course. That's no problem. I'll let the pride know. Where are you at the moment?”

“Just on the outskirts of Rosewych. Figured I'd give you a call first before turning up on your doorstep.” Yoongi said with a sad smile.

“You know I wouldn't have turned you away anyways you idiot. I would have probably thought you just missed my beautiful face.” Seokjin chuckled down the phone.

Yoongi laughed a little “Thanks Seokjin. We should be there in about 20 minutes… also… My mum is not in the best of states… she took the brunt of my dads...abuse. Have you got any medical supplies?” he asked softly.

He could hear Seokjin take in a sharp breath “I’ll ask the pride healer if she can drop by, if she can’t then I'm sure we have something lying around here. Lord knows Chim and Tae get into enough trouble as it is...are you doing alright though Yoongi?” Seokjin questioned.

Yoongi sighed “not really, but i'm holding it together.”

“Okay well i'm here if you wanna talk when you get her alright?” Seokjin let him know.

“I know, Thanks Seokin...I’ll see you in 20.”

“See you soon”

Hanging up the phone Yoongi rested his head back against the seat headrest and let out a small sigh of relief. Turning to look at his brother he smiled noticing that he was sleeping peacefully. Looking back at the backseat at his mother, noticing she was also asleep, but seeing her wounds he frowned “dont worry ma, i’ll grow stronger and i will sort everything out for you and Kook, don't worry.” he whispered to her.

Turning back to the road he started the car up again and drove off to where he knew Seokjin's house to be.

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Welcome to my work in progress fanfiction series starting with Yoongi. I hope you enjoy even if it is a bit of a dark start to a story, but the majority of the fanfiction wont be like this :) Im still writing the second chapter, but i wanted to get chapter 1 of this out to see what people think. I will eventually be cross posting this on Archive of our own under https://archiveofourown.org/users/PockyKai

[fumbling-fanfics]

Mad Sweeney x Witch!Reader

Warnings: Implied smutt, a little smutty but not really

A quick fic because @madmedusa178 post gave me inspo...

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I probably should have made this more smutty but I was being silly and styling straight into Tumblr and not making a back up.

And it's not as small as I expected.

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You grumbled at the sound of a knock at your door. You had tried to ignore it but it sounded again.

With a sigh you stopped what you were doing and strode to the door.

"Hi" the voice, the 6ft5 frame. The flash of red. Shit eating grin. You didn't need to look properly to know exactly who it was.

You quickly flicked the door closed, spinning on your heals.

Of course his reflexes were too quick. Or it was his usual luck that meant he caught the door before it closed.

"Nope. Go away" you could hear him step through your doorway. Then the door closed. You mad a mental note to up the wards to include leprechaun's. Or just one specific leprechaun.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" he followed you through the house to where you stood before you were interrupted.

"Why would I be happy to see you?"

"Well I can think of a few things" he grinned, twirling his usual gold coin between his fingers. You gave his a dead faced glare.

"I vaguely remember it being good enough for you to be doing spell work half way through"

"Beggers can't be choosers. It just happened at the right time" you shook your head, trying to shake away the air of embarrassment around you.

"I do remember you begging" you slammed your hand down on the counter. You needed to concentrate and Sweeney was far from helping.

"Sweeney, what do you want? I really need to concentrate on this and your not helping. At. All. I'm gonna have to start again" you whined. The content of the bowl was turning a nice pink, when it was meant to be black.

Sweeney stepped beside you in one stride. He leant over you, pressing into your back, one of his hands found your waist. He squeezed.

You watched the contents of the bowel go red, ans you pushed the bowl away from you to the centre of the table just as it exploded.

"Fuck" you grumbled, waving your hands in an attempt to dispurse what was in the air. "For fucksake Sweeney! You just changed my hex into sex pollen" you could tell Sweeney opened his mouth, but you interrupted him.

"Don't tell me your sorry, because you're not" you turned to face him, your fingers finding the first button on his plaid shirt. With his other hand still on your waist, his other hand caught your wrists. Sweeney had good reason to be cautious of you.

"I have 7 hexs to make today. I'm on a schedule! If I don't cleanse the space I'll be making love potions and sex pollen for the rest of day"

"Any excuse to fuck me, aye" he laughed, letting your fingers back to work.

"I don't need an excuse to fuck you Sweeney" you tugged off his jacket and shirt in one go. He pulled you up onto the large wooden table you'd been working at.

"Actually, let's do this on the counter. I don't need my table broken and half my stash on the floor" Sweeney happily moved you to the counter.

You pulled off his tank top, as he nudged between your legs, pulling up your dress. He grinned at the sight of what you had on under your dress.

You were always one for fancy lingerie - harnesses, suspenders, garters, all that stuff had your name written all over it. And today was no exception.

His fingers traced the floral design of the overt bra cups. "I'll be gentle" he promised seeing your worry at what would be left of your lingerie.

You both may have started in the kitchen, but you'd finished in your bedroom which was the very top of the house. The loft.

Sweeney was half awake, sprawled on his front taking up more than half of your bed. He turned his head to watch you as you slipped out of bed. You flicked through one of your closest, looking for something to wear. You pulled out a silk robe edged with ostrich feathers, slipping it on. You fastened the tie around your middle, the robe V'd over your chest, dipping to meet the tie around your waist.

Now with one eye open, Sweeney watched you light a candle in the bedroom and then disappear to light candles in all the other rooms you guys had fucked in. Which according to his memory of your house was all of them.

Sweeney didn't bother to move when he heard you back in the room. "I'm going to shower. Alone. Your clothes will be in the bathroom" Sweeney grunted and then feel asleep.

When Sweeney eventually woke up, he showered, dressed and made his way downstairs.

He could hear your voice, and someone elses. It was another woman, who eyes him suspiciously when he walked into the kitchen. Before he could speak you pointed to a covered plate and continued in a hushed tone now he was in the room.

Half distracted by the amazing plate of food you'd left out for him he only caught some of the chat. You explaining how to set the hex.

Sweeney eyed the stack of money the woman handed over to you. He was shocked but wasn't. He remembered the first time he met you. He remembered how good you were at what you did despite being so young.

You noticed him looking at the money in your hand. "A woman scorned and all that" you shrugged.

"Which brings me back to you. What are you doing here? What do you want?" you wore a similar but different robe that moved seductively as you walked over to him. It was slightly sheer, which meant he could see the new set of underwear you wore underneath it.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you" you rolled your eyes in frustration.

Your door sounded again and you shoved the stack of money into Sweeney's chest. Dispite your earlier welcome, you trusted Sweeney. "Well, if you're not busy. Stick around please" before he could agree you'd disappeared to answer the door.

Sweeney stuck a toothpick into his mouth, and eyed the person that followed you in next. It was guy, who seemed to distracted by your ass to notice Sweeney at first. It was only when he moved to touch you that Sweeney cleared his throat as he casually flicked through a magazine he found.

"Didn't realise we would have company" the guy frowned. Sweeney glared at the guy for a moment, then looked back at his magazine. They guy rummaged in his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of money, putting it on the table. You forced a polite smile.

"Now listen, and listen good. Follow these exact instructions, I don't do refunds" you said, picking up the stack of money.

[angeliclxve]

Mundane Teenage Malec AU

Closed unless tagged: Harry Shum Jr.

(August 26-First day of Senior Year)

Alec wasn't the kid you pictured to be the football star or the smartest kid in school and to be honest, he wasn't. He was the kid everyone knew and sometimes invited him to parties, but he was the one that mingled with everyone and tried to stay out of the spotlight. People talked to him, having the occasional conversation, but he usually was the kid in the back of the class. His best friend was the star of the football team, Jace Herondale whom the two always seemed to be around each other. They hardly separated.

He always wore hoodies or sweaters, hiding the bruises and scratches from where his father beat him. Since Alec wasn't the star quarterback or no where near the idea of a perfect son to his father, Robert thought of Alec like a disgrace and always beat him for it. He never touched his younger siblings though, Isabelle or Max. Alec would never allow his father to hurt his brother and sister, they meant so much to him and they didn't deserve to know the fear he had growing up. His mother had died shortly after having Max, Robert also blamed Alec for that. She had went out to go pick up Alec from the skate park when a drunk driver crashed into her and killed her instantly.

Most people didn't know it, but Alec had a passion of drawing and piano. He usually was hiding in his room just drawing away or out in the city at the abandoned theatre in the middle of the city, playing the broken down piano that he fixed up.

On that fine morning, Alec had woken early and took a quick shower. He slipped on a grey shirt with grey and white hoodie on his shoulders, a pair of black jeans adorned his legs. The usual colors her bore. He took his time getting ready, seeming as he had woken up at 4 in the morning and the time that he had to wake up his younger siblings would be at 6. That was the normal routine for the eldest Lightwood, waking up early so he didn't have to listen to his father yell and scream at him as he got ready. Once 6 came around, Alec went to each sibling's bedrooms and knocked on the doors.

"Time to wake up Izzy, you too Max."

He would call to them until he heard them moving around and he'd sneak back into his room before his father woke.

Today was the first day of his last year in high school, something Alec was beyond happy with. The only thing he was worried about was the second he graduated, his father would kick him out. Then no one would be left to defend his actions against his brother and sister. Though, Alec had planned ahead on what he was going to do. He had saved up every penny he earned while working at his job in the pet sitting business in the city, and he had enough to get his own place. All he had to do was prove his father was abusing him and take sole custody of Izzy and Max, or just simply run away with them.

Once they came down fully dressed, Alec gave his siblings a smile and gave them both bowls of cereal. Izzy was starting her first year in high school, Freshman year, while Max was entering his second year in middle school. As they sat down eating, both conversating happily, Alec drank a glass of orange juice until it was time for them all to get on the bus. Alec checked to see if his father was still sleeping before they left, relief flooded him when he seen his father passed out in his bed while clutching a picture of Maryse, Alec's mother. A frown touched his lips at seeing the smiling face of his mother, guilt panging his heart. If only he hadn't have went to that stupid party- he shook his head to remove the thought.

He closed the door quietly before leaving and ushering his siblings out before him. The whole bus ride consisted of being greeted and clapped on the back by a few of his friends, already excited for senior year. Conversations of friends seeing each other for the first time since school ended, energetic tones of the girl's gushing about the hot guys, and the boys gushing about the girls. All the same for Alec. He moved when his best friend Jace came on the bus. They talked the rest of the way to school, catching up over the last week since they seen each other last.

Once at school, Alec went to his locker after waving Jace off. Yet again, he was stopped a time or two from other kids getting all excited over senior year, but eventually he got to his locker. Shoving his books inside and grabbing the essential books for class, as well as his sketchbook, then throwing them in his backpack. He turned after shutting his locker and nearly walked straight into another man. Catching himself quickly, Alec took a step back. His eyes watched in slight shock and worry at the shorter male.

"Whoa! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. I-"

He stopped speaking when he realized he didn't know this guy, which was odd since he knew everyone that went to this school district. This was definitely someone knew, and not local to New York High Schools by the look of confusion and the obvious look of being lost.

"I don't know you."

Alec finished his sentence with another train of thought.

"Sorry, that sounded weird. I-uh- I just know everyone here and I don't know you. I'm going to assume you're new. I'm Alec, Alec Lightwood."

He offered a smile and held out his hand to shake

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Alec already knew that the apartment that could hold his siblings, Magnus, and himself would be pretty expensive. It had to be able to have at least 3 rooms with their own bathrooms as well as be big enough to hold all of them with enough space so it wasn’t crowded. He didn’t know if his money at home was going to be enough, though he knew his Indonesian boyfriend would all but force him to let him help pay for expenses.

The question Magnus asked had caught Alec off guard. Instantly memories of his mother had Alec biting his lip, causing him to pause his strokes on Magnus’ back.

“There’s no doubt in my mind that she would. She would love you, she’s a lot like your mom. Kind, loving, compassionate, accepting. If she was still here, she’d make you eat a ton of cookies every time you came over.”

Alec remembered when his mother used to have cookies made every time he’d come home from school. He missed the smell of the fresh warm baked goods in the house when he walked in from school. He sighed softly at the memories, a small smile forming.

“She would try and fix your hair. Mom wasn’t fond of hair being so glittery. She would always go after my sister after she found the glitter mom had stashed for her art projects, Izzy would pour it all in her hair and run away giggling while leaving a trail of gold or purple glitter behind.”