#my dad is yelling at my brother and threating him....im scared..

[errorthedumbone]

How these mfs would go skating

William: *can't skate for the life of him*

Mugman: *can't move very well but is ok*

Cuphead: *knows how to move. Knows how to skate*

Isabella: *pretty good. Small show off*

Norman: *needs help*

Elizabeth: *faceplanted once or twice but is ok with a bit of help*

Micheal: *had to help his siblings. Pretty good at it*

Terrance: "I'm that good at it"

Also Terrance: *big ass show off-*

[strniohoeee]

I’m not sure if you write for Justin butttttt like the triplets have a friend and the reader is their older sister, an Justin starts to grow a crush on her…🫣

Clouded

Pairing: Justin Carey X Female Reader

Synopsis: Back home from graduate school, Y/N runs into her old best friend, and some feelings come up to the surface. Will these feelings be mutual??🫂

Warnings⚠️: None. This one was okayyy, but like Justin has me in a chokehold like let’s stop pretending he isn’t fine asf😁

Songs for the imagine: Misty- Lesley Gore, La-La Means I Love You- The Delfonics

Look at me

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

And I feel like i'm clinging to a cloud

I can’t understand

Being the older sister meant being the babysitter when mom and dad weren’t home. Lucky for me most of college I avoided that, but I just graduated graduate school and moved back home while I looked for a better paying job.

It was weird having a brother 6 years younger than me because for a while we never got along, but like him and I could go drinking in a few months once he turned 21??

Anyways my parents gave me the summer off while they stood in Italy on a work trip as long as I watched my brother. I mean it was easy now that he was an adult I only set two rules: no parties and no girls over. For the most part I had a free summer back home in Boston. Oh how I missed home. I lived in Tennessee while I did the last 4 years of graduate school, and the south had nothing on up north.

The day my parents were leaving was the day my brother decided to crash his car and totaled it. The idiot was texting and driving and hit a tree. I’m honestly shocked he walked away alive considering he drove a car that was older than me. Nonetheless this made me his chauffeur which I hated.

“Y/NNNN LETS GOO I HAVE PLANS” he yelled from downstairs

“SHUT UP YOU TWERP” I yelled back putting my pants on

“YOURE TAKING FOREVERRRR” he yelled again

“STEFAN IM LITERALLY COMING DOWN, NOW SHUT UP” I yelled backed as I grabbed my phone and pursed and shut my light off walking down the stairs

“Ouuu someone’s getting all pretty for their boyfriend” he said ruffling my hair

“What boyfriend you weirdo” I said pushing him away

“Justin” he said laughing

“Justin? Your friend's older brother?” I said raising an eyebrow at him

“Yeah who else? Didn’t yall have a past anyways” he said putting his sneakers on

“Umm no we were friends, and then he got all weird on me senior year and I haven’t seen him since, that was like 9 years ago” I said grabbing a water bottle

“Ohh right weirded out by your obsession he chose to go to a different college I remember you didn’t like that” he said wiggling his brows at me

“You’re a little shit. I wasn’t obsessed with him” I said flicking him in the forehead

“Right and the sky isn’t blue” he said grabbing his overnight bag

“I’ll lock you in the house and drive away have fun getting nowhere” I said smiling at him

“Your threats don’t scare me anymore I could get to their house easily” he said smiling at me

“Yeah how? With your car? Oh yeah…that’s right you don’t have one” I said looking at him in a shocked way

“Fine you win this one” he said rolling his eyes

“Don’t I always” I said opening the door for him and letting him walk out

“I’m spending the night with the triplets, so you can just drop me off and then do as you please” he said getting in the passenger seat

“Sounds good to me” I said sitting in the driver's seat and connecting my phone to the aux

“Is Justin home?” I asked Stefan randomly

“And you say your were not obsessed” he said looking up from his phone

“Just answer the question dipshit” I said rolling my eyes

“I’m actually not sure. He never really came home during breaks or anything, so I don’t even know if he lives here again, or if he moved out of state” he replied

“Hmm nice to know” I said tilting my head a bit

“Why? Going to try and get him back?” He said looking at me

“What? No….I just haven’t seen him in so long I wonder what he’s been up to. I mean him and I were best friends that’s how you became friends with Chris Nick and Matt” I replied glancing over at my brother

“Yeah it is weird how yall just stopped talking” he said

“I never even got an explanation either. We grew up in diapers together and then one random Tuesday he just completely ghosts me” I said laughing

“Pretty pathetic” my brother said

“I know right” I replied

“Oh no not him…you…pathetic that you remember the day” he said laughing

“You’re such a dick” I said smacking his chest

“OW” he yelled grabbing his chest

“20 years old and you still haven’t changed one bit” I said shaking my head at him

“You know I love you” he said tickling me

“Stop weirdo” I said laughing

I had pulled up to the triplets driveway, and he texted them that he was outside. I got out of the car to hug my brother bye and told him to behave to which he replied he’s not a little kid.

“Y/N you’re home” Matt said

“Hey guys! Look at you you’re all grown up” I said hugging them

“It’s been forever” Nick said

“I know right, four years and now I’m back home for good, and my parents make me watch this numbnut” I said pouting at Stefan

“The same old Y/N” Chris said laughing

“You know uhh Justin’s back home too” Matt said looking at me

“Oh really? I haven’t seen him in 9 years” I said nodding at him

“Really? He just moved back too from graduate school he’s looking for a better paying job” Nick said

“Oh shit really me too” I said

“I can go grab him if you want to catch up” Chris said pointing behind him

“Oh no no don’t worry! I was just about to head out” I said

“Well alright I’ll let him know you stopped by” Matt said

“Yeah sure! Have fun guys and Stefan let me know when to pick you up” I said hugging him

“Alright” he said

They had walked into the house and I got back in my car. I went to start the car when my engine started to sputter

“What the fuck?” I said furrowing my brows, this is a brand new car???

I tried it again and sudden smoke started to come out from under the hood

“Holy shit” I said taking the key out

I got out of the car and popped the hood, coughing as the smoke clouded my senses

“Need some help?” I heard from behind me

“Uh yeah” I said turning around

Immediately my heart stopped and my eyes popped out of my head

“Justin?” I said tilting my head

“That would be me” he said laughing

“Sorry that was dumb…I’m just so shocked to see you. It’s been so long” I said laughing

“I know….you look good” he said smiling at me

“Thanks” I said

“Uhh your car” he said pointing at it

“Oh right…I mean I don’t know this cars brand new I’m not sure what’s going on” I said turning and looking at the parts

“Let me take a look” he said and walked over

Justin began to examine everything, and I slowly looked at him taking his appearance in. It’s so crazy how 9 years can change someone. He looked good and I hated myself for thinking about him in that way.

“Oh I found the problem” he said looking at me, snapping out of my trance I looked at his face

“Really? What is it?” I said

“You see that wire right there? It has a tear in it, but it’s an easy fix I can do it for you” he said

“Really? You’d do that?” I said smiling at him

“Well of course” he said nodding at me

He walked away and got some kit for cars as he began to patch the wire up

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I questioned

“What do you mean? I’ve always been nice” he said glancing over at me

“Mmm I don’t know. We grew up together and then one day senior year you just stopped talking to me, you acted like I was a ghost” I said crossing my arms over my chest

“Did I?” He said looking down at the wire

“Don’t play dumb I know you did it for a reason, and it hurt me” I said

“I guess we just grew apart” he said wiping his forehead

“Justin we made plans to go to the same college and the same graduate school, and then the same day you stop talking to me is the same day I find out you switched schools” I said blinking at him

“Well I got a better scholarship offer with the other school” he said looking at me

“Bullshit” I said scoffing

“No it’s true” he said finishing up the wire

“You got a full ride just like I did…your mom told me, so you deliberately switched schools and cut me off….why?” I asked

“I don’t know why okay” he said throwing his hands up in defense

“Yes you do Justin stop lying” I said

“Why does it even matter anyways? We're 26…..don’t you have adult things to worry about and not why we stopped being friends at 17” he said bluntly

“Asshole much?” I said shaking my head at him

“I’m not….it just doesn’t matter” he said

“Yes it does…what you did hurt me, and for 9 years my best friend of 17 years never gave me an explanation, and right now as we stand here as adults he’s pulling the most childish act of all by not telling me the truth” I stated staring him down

“Want to know the reason? Huh? You’re itching for it? That’s your issue you can never live in the unknown you have to know it all” he said looking at me and scoffing

“Yes Justin I do” I said stomping my foot down

“I cut you off and switched schools because I was so madly in love with you, and I could never have you because you never felt the same way. I sat for years watching you cry and chase over boys who didn’t care about you. I wanted to be that guy you chased so badly, and when I realized at 17 that I would never be that I put my big boy pants on and let reality sit in. I could not chase you to another school for another 8 years like a love sick puppy when you didn’t care about me that way.” He stated slamming his tool box shut

“I…I never knew that” I said my gaze softening

“I didn’t expect you to, you were so far up some other guys ass you couldn't see how much I loved you” he stated slamming my hood shut

“No Justin! I liked you too, but you felt unreal to me. You didn’t seem tangible. The cool guy that every girl liked….I let that school girl crush die a long time ago, and I shouldn’t have” I replied

“Why didn’t you say anything? I would’ve tried harder. I would’ve went to school with you like we promised” He asked in a whisper

“I tried….that day I went and walked up to you to tell you, and you walked right past me like I wasn’t even there. That day killed me. I realized I lost you forever” I said shaking my head

“I’m such an idiot….in love with you since I was 13 and I let you slip through my fingers” he said shaking my head

“It’s okay Justin” I said laughing a bit

“I feel like such a dick” he said laughing too

“I mean you were, but we were also 17, so it’s alright” I said

“Let me make it up to you” he said looking at me

“You already fixed my car that’s more than enough” I said smiling at him

“Speaking of which that tear in the wire was a perfect incision like someone did it purposely…” he said laughing again

“Stefan…” I said shaking my head

“He may be a dick, but he seems to be your wingman” Justin said

“I have to give it to him…I didn’t see that coming” I said giggling

“Smart kid” he said

“Very” I replied laughing

“You know I’ve always liked you like a lot, and I’m sure my brothers told your brother about my major crush on you” he said laughing

“Mmm he’s never told me, but I did raise my eyebrows a few times with the way they always wanted to run and get you so we could see each other” I said laughing too

“Our own little wingmen and we were so blind to it” he said

“It’s so crazy, but listen I have to head downtown and it was great seeing you and thank you so much for fixing my car I owe you” I said leaning off my car and taking my keys out

“Listen, don't even worry about it, okay! You being back in town is more than enough” he said offering me a smile

“Wow Carey you have a good way with words” I said looking back at him

“Didn’t I always” he said raising his eyebrows at me

“Mmm I suppose so” I replied opening my car door

“Well I’ll see you around then” he said nodding his head at me

“I mean would you like to come with me? I just have some errands to run for my parents it’ll be like the old days” I said

“Uhh yeah, yeah sure” he said nodding his head

“Cool hop in” I said sitting in the car

“Hop in? What are you 40” he said sitting in the car

“Shut up Justin….you're still the same” I said backing out of the driveway

“And so are you, always flustered when I tease you” he said poking me

“Back off” I said laughing at him

“I’m so glad we’ve got back together” he said looking over at me

“I agree” I replied glancing over at him

That day we spent together was amazing. We ran into town and reminisced on how we used to go out together to these shops all the time. I really enjoyed his company, and I couldn’t believe it took us so long to reconnect and talk about everything.

We sat on a bench downtown eating our lunch and just watching the scenery.

“You know I really really like you like a lot” he blurted out

“Justin you keep saying this” I said giggling

“I know, but I never got to say it, and it’s been on my mind for 9 years” he replied looking down

“You should’ve called or texted” I replied

“I know, but I figured you hated me, so I didn’t bother” he said to me

“Hate you? Never was I upset yeah, but I could never hate you” I replied eating a piece of my food

“I’m just sorry like I was such an idiot” he said shaking his head

“Justin it’s okay we were teenagers that doesn’t define who we are now” I said to him

“Yeah you’re right” he said nodding his head

“Plus you’re hotter now than back in high school” I said leaning over to him

“What” he said blushing

“It’s the truth” I said giggling at him

“You’ve always been beautiful to me” he said looking up at me

“Heyyy way to make me look like an ass” I said laughing

“No! Never” he said winking at me

“You think I’m beautiful?” I said shocked

“I mean who doesn’t? Everything about you is beautiful inside and out” he said taking a sip of his drink

“Thank you Justin” I said

He smiled at me while we finished our food

“So I say we head back?” I asked as I tossed our trash out

“Uh yeah that’s nice” he said

“And then you can give me a room tour” I said laughing

“It hasn’t changed much. I’m never really home” he said

“No? How come you’re back now” I said as we walked back to my car

“Mmm I heard through the grapevine you were coming back home and I wanted to possibly see you again” he said

“Who told you? My brother?” I asked

“No, my mom did actually” he said

“Mmm she always thought we were more than what we actually were” I said laughing

“I know, no matter how many times I told her no. I guess she still hopes we end up together” he replied

“I agree with her” I said as we got in the car

I had driven back to their house and went up to Justin’s room. It really has not changed at all.

“Even the bed sheets are the same from High school” I said sitting on his bed

“I told you I’m never home” he said shrugging

“You really came home for me?” I said shaking my head

“Uhhh well I also have a family too” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Right right” I said laughing

Justin had sat down next to me and I began to get nervous just like I did in high school.

“You really haven’t changed one bit” he said laughing

“What do you mean?” I asked looking over at him

“You’re still nervous everytime I sit next to you” he said bumping my shoulder

“Oh shut up” I said bumping his shoulder back

We looked at each other for a moment, searching each other's eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked me

“Yes” I whispered

Justin crashed his lips to mine, and his right hand came to my cheek. Caressing it and rubbing my cheek with his thumb as our lips locked in a kiss.

I can’t believe it took me 13 years to kiss my best friend who I’ve been madly in love with since I was 13. I wouldn’t change this moment for anything.

We pulled away and looked in each other's eyes smiling, and I reconnected our lips kissing him once more.

Suddenly his door opened, and we broke apart.

“OH MY GOD” my brother yelled with Chris, Nick and Matt behind him

“STEFAN” I yelled

“spying on us?” Justin asked standing up

“Whatttt no” Chris said high pitched

“Yeah sure you weirdos” I said laughing

“Come on let’s go downstairs” Justin said

We went downstairs and spent the day with our brothers. Sitting on the couch in each other's arms as we watched movies.

His parents came home to see us in each other's arms, and were pleasantly surprised.

I guess falling in love with your best friend is a lot easier than you’d think…..

The End

Alrightttt hope you enjoyed this one. I was like mehhh about it IDKKK. But love yall 🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

hey um this is a real fucking vent of a post maybe dont read if ur triggered easily by family/abuse stuff. I just had to get it out im sry. its not too coherent

I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him. my dad. one second we're having a normal conversation about art. then he's screaming at me to shut the fuck up, swearing at me, telling me how behind everyone else my age I am, telling me that I DON'T deserve respect or to be treated like a human, mock-bowing to me while laughing at me and saying that I think I'm sooooo important "like some kind of fucking princess" bc I said I don't deserve to be treated like I'm not human. yelling at me over and over to "shut my fucking mouth", saying that this is why I have no friends, why I lose every friendship I care about, and that he can throw me out right now if I keep "pushing it" and he won't care and there's nothing I can do about it. that I don't have real friends and can't name them. that I'm only acting how I am because I'm "on my period and a bit wacky".

....what sparked this? I said I wash underwear in hot water after I buy it, and that it didn't matter if that was "logical" or not bc I only buy new undies once every year or two. that's what sparked this whole thing. that and me saying "How dare you.I don't deserve to be treated this way." when he blew up. ...literally just yesterday he was saying how he's so proud of me and loves me. not even 24 hours ago he was saying that he could see how hard I'm working and that he understands if I need a break because I'm doing so well. ten MINUTES AGO we were talking about art, looking at the bedsheet I'd ordered and he was complimenting my choices and saying he'd put me in charge of buying new sheets for the household soon. TEN MINUTES AGO. what HAPPENED.

...and I know he'll just go back to loving & respecting me after (insert length of time here) when he feels like it, and until then I'll be excluded from all family interactions, treated like a literal threat and monster at all times, called "my abuser" instead of "my daughter", and forced to hide. ...and then I'll be his Amazing Smart Hardworking Daughter again, unless I bring ANY of this up in which case it will go from Bad to Worst and I am now "THE abuser". this is how it goes. this is how it's gone for a decade. why do I always forget this part when things are good. Even if I write it down or record it (THAT WAS A BAD IDEA HE GOT SO PISSED) it feels...fake??? like it just doesn't exist. I am fully aware that this is gaslighting.

I am fully aware that he does this and simultaneously presents himself to the community as an example of RECOVERY from abuse and has CONSIDERED BECOMING A THERAPIST. I don't have shit on him bc I have nowhere else to go, and I'm not in physical danger. staying here until I can get into college and/or get a job IS my best bet, bc while this is traumatic and unpredictable he's fully all bark, no bite. the majority-ish of the time, things are good. He does house and support me despite having just lost his job (though I'm paying for a lot of the groceries- no job here either), and he's actually been really amazing & supportive this year in general... except when he does This.

and GOD does This suck

one day I'll figure out how to stealth-record on my phone... idk why. when things are Bad Like This i want some record to release to our community once I get independent, and blow this lie out of the water. Ik it's ungrateful but like... what the fuck dude

I'm really thankful for what he's doing for me

but what the fuck dude

why

it's going to mean NOTHING in a few hours/days. he's obviously letting out some internal thing that he has no idea how to channel appropriately and nobody else he can aim it at who wont fight back (except my little brother, who has never done anything wrong ever in his life and is ALWAYS dad's "son") (and the dog, who he sometimes threatens to scare until she pees if she's barking like a lunatic at the pizza guy or someone, but he's mostly-joking/ never actually does it because she's "the best dog in the world") (...I'm treated less human then the dog)

but its just so mean

(also obviously if i even raise my voice/tone a TINY BIT at him, or say a word in a way that he percieves as mildy passive-aggresive, that's a trigger for things to go from Good to Bad unless I immediately literally grovel.

...if you want to uhhhh please send funny videos, art DIYS, animals, mythology, the worst most cursed music and/or mashups you know. I could rly use it rn. just rec me something. anything. (not fanfic tho- I'm currently writing my college application essay on fandom's role in modern folklore, so for once I Do Not Want To Hear/Read Any More About It)

[deliriousgeek]

Thomas Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: A quiet evening meant for celebration is thrown into chaos. Y/n wills herself to play into the daunting role that comes with being Thomas Shelby’s wife, because it might be the only thing keeping her alive. 

Masterlist

Tommy lowkey feels very oc so idk how to feel about that. im not good at writing suspense...its also very long. ha :,)

Warning: blood, guns, knives, fights, usual peaky blinder violence

If anyone knew Y/n Shelby, then they would know that she can’t stand seeing dead bodies. Although in her case, having that reaction would seem ironic, considering her husband was Thomas Shelby. 

It was around 9pm when Y/n slipped her night robe off and lay back on her bed. Her night was just winding down and she was waiting for Thomas to get back. He said he would try to be home around midnight, and to not wait up. He and his brothers would be at the Garrison, celebrating Arthur’s return from prison and discussing what was to be done with the Jews and Italians next. 

Y/n knew it would be a couple hours for Tommy to be home, so she settled onto their bed and grabbed a book off her night stand. 

The room was bathed in a warm, orange and yellow light— the type of light candles can give. When she was home alone, Y/n liked to use candle light. It reminded her of a time before the war and before this gang business, when all she and Tommy had to worry about was getting enough candles to light up the dinner table. 

Half an hour had passed and Y/n had gotten through a decent number of pages in her book. She felt her eyes drooping and decided it was time to call it a night. She stretched and cracked her neck before turning to place her book on the nightstand. Just as she was about to place the book down, she heard a creak downstairs. 

She froze.

Tommy wasn’t supposed to be back until midnight and none of the Shelby family would come over this late without a call, that was their safety protocol. 

She listened for more creaking. 

After Tommy had bought their house he had insisted on replacing the creaky floor boards, but decided to keep a few. In certain spots, that could be easily avoided if one knew where to walk, the floor would still creak. It was a safety thing that Tommy and Y/n agreed would be good to have. If the floorboards downstairs still creaked after the first step, it wasn’t one of them. 

Creak...creak...creak...

That wasn’t Tommy. 

Y/n took in a deep breath as she put herself back into a sitting position on the bed. An intruder was in her house. At the moment, the Peaky Blinders had a lot of enemies. It could be anyone. Mostly, someone with a gun. 

She listened as the person made their way upstairs. She could hear them passing Tommy’s office, and the guest bedroom. This person knew where their room was, and she could only deduce from their movement’s that they were coming for her. 

Y/n was scared. She knew how to defend herself, but didn’t like doing it if she didn’t have to. Rolling her shoulders, she prepared herself for the inevitable. She’d have to fight tonight. 

To be clear, Y/n Shelby wasn’t unable to fight. She was a pro at throwing knives, which she preferred to guns; much to Tommy’s dismay. She knew how to shoot a gun and could decently fare in hand to hand combat, but she was still scared. Her heart beat in her chest quickly and anxiety bubbled to the surface. A normal reaction to knowing someone broke into your house to hurt you, or worse. Y/n assumed it was the latter. However, instead of letting her fear show, she turned on her fake calmness. A trick she forced herself to learn as Thomas Shelby’s wife. The alarm that was spread across her face vanished, instead being replaced with an eerily calm facade.

There was no point in locking the door. The person knew how to get past those if he made it into their living room. She heard their steps stop at the front of her door, she raised her book to her face, pretending like she was reading.

Act calm. She told herself.

Then, the door burst open.

Back at the pub, the Shelby brothers  were sitting around the table in the snug. Sharing laughs and taking on their third round of Whiskey.

“Alright boys,” Tommy began, placing his glass down and looking around the table. “We’ve had our fun, business begins now.” His content expression turned serious. 

His other brothers, and cousin Michael, cleared their throats and straightened up. 

“As you know, taking Arthur out of prison is a direct threat to the Sabini’s. It shows that even in London we have enough influence to get our own men out, if needed.”

The brothers nodded, and shared looks.

Tommy continued, “Getting Arthur out was our first move. Now it’s the Italian’s and the Jew’s turn but we don’t know when their next strike will be. So, from this moment on we have to be aware, alert, and ready for every—”

The door flew open.

Sir!” Out of breath, Isaiah stood with one hand on the door knob, looking at Tommy. 

“Oi!” Arthur shouted. “You know better than to interrupt!” 

Tommy nodded his head at Arthur, then turned to Isaiah. “What is it, lad.”

“Better be important,” John added. 

“Sir, the Italians are here. My dad spotted them making their way down the lane. They got a group with guns and a car. We best hurry.” Isaiah said in a rushed voice.

With that all the Shelby men stood and placed their caps on, rushing out of the snug. 

Upon noticing the urgency in which the brothers exited, the rest of the Peaky Blinders in the pub were at full alert, waiting for Tom’s next words. The crowd silenced as the brothers stood at the snug doors, facing the onlookers. 

“If you aren’t a Peaky Blinder,” Tom eyed the crowd, “leave.” 

Noise filled the bar again as chairs shuffled, cups were placed on tables, and the front doors opened and closed.

Tom didn’t speak again until there were only Peaky Blinders left. He pulled out his revolver and checked it, making sure there were bullets, before looking up again. 

“Battle formation, men. The Italians are here.” 

Then in a flurry of peaky hats and over coats, the rest of the men got into their positions. Some ran up the stairs to get the extra cases of shotguns and revolvers. Others pulled out their own handguns and checked them as well. The Shelby boys looked at each other, a silent way of saying ‘good luck’. 

Once Tommy deemed every one armed, he nodded to Arthur, who shouted to move out. 

The Shelbies were at the front, while everyone fell behind them in triangle formation. As they marched outside, they could see the group of Italians rounding the corner. 

It was rather intimidating. An outline of men and guns on shoulders, a rather sizable group at that, illuminated by the truck headlights that followed behind. It was a sight to see.

Darby Sabini stood at the front, a shotgun slung over his shoulder.

As the groups marched towards each other and came to a stop, a man behind Thomas called out to the front. “At your command Sergeant Major.”

A hushed tone of agreement spread throughout the group.

Darby stepped forward. “Thought you could come on our turf and get away with it, aye?” 

Tommy stepped forward as well, hands in his pockets. “It was meant as a friendly gesture, but I don’t think you have enough friends to know what that means.”

A small smirk made its way onto Tommy’s face as he stared Darby down. 

Darby narrowed his eyes, irritated at that remark. “I’ll show you what friendly means. Now!”

A hail of gunfire began and the sound of shots being fired filled the lane. It was chaos. Bullets flew and body’s fell. Punches were thrown and blood was spread. More men jumped out of the covered truck and ran to beat down the men on the other side. 

Tommy ducked and punched, kicked and shot. In the middle of punching a man in the gut he yelled, “Leave Darby for me!”

His men did just that. 

Thomas fought his way to the center of the fight, where Darby had just knocked out a Peaky Blinder. Tommy aimed his gun and walked forward, aiming at Darby. The fighting on both sides ceased.

“I didn’t bring a battalion to your town.” Tommy spoke clearly, in a raised voice. 

Darby aimed his gun as well. The two circled each other as men on both sides stopped to observe the interaction. They watched Tommy and Darby tread carefully, like two tentative predators waiting for their opposer to falter.

“You still showed up. That was enough.”

The two men were breathing heavily, a result from the brawls they just finished.

“What’s your purpose for being here, Sabini?” Thomas stopped pacing, his gun still firmly held up. 

Darby stopped as well. An obnoxious laugh left his lips. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Tommy didn’t move. He held a blank face, but his eyes still watched Darby with intensity. 

Not waiting for a response Darby continued, “I’m reminding you that I can take away everything you have in an instant. I already put your brother in jail, which it seems wasn’t a good enough warning for you, since you stupidly had him released so quickly.”

Darby took a couple steps toward Thomas, gun raised. 

“Killing me won’t do anything. I got people in place to still ruin you.” Thomas stated, his tone flat. 

Darby lowered his gun, a sickly calm smile spread across his face. It was an unsettling sight that made Tommy begin to think something was off.

“Oh Tommy boy, I’m just the distraction,” Darby’s eyes noticeably darkened, “How’s your wife these days?”

Tommy’s eyes widened and his finger pulled the trigger.

Darby fell to the ground dead, a bullet was lodged in the center of his forehead. 

Then like a wave, the fighting began again.

As soon as the gunshot rang, Tommy saw red. He shot, punched, kicked or swung at anyone in his way as he fought to get out of the crowd. He didn’t bother shouting an explanation to his brothers as he ran to his car. 

Tommy shoved his keys into the ignition and started the car. Tommy slammed his foot on the gas as soon as the engine roared to life. The car’s lights illuminated the carnage left from the battle. The Peaky Blinders were the last ones standing, as Tommy expected, but paid no mind to. His thoughts too consumed with conjuring the hundreds of horrible possibilities he might see upon arriving home, all ending with a bloodied image of Y/n.

John and Arthur ran towards the car, causing Thomas to slam on the breaks. 

“Where are you going?” John asked urgently. 

“They’re going for Y/n.” Thomas hastily replied.

John and Arthur jumped on the side of the car just in time before Tommy could speed up again. 

Michael and Finn watched as the older Shelby boys passed them. 

“Great. So we’re left to clean up the mess.”

At the house, Y/n held her book to her face as the door burst open. She turned her head and was met with the sight of a man pointing a gun at her. His clothes were clean and he looked very young. Her eyes flitted from the gun to his shoes, then to his eyes, then back to the gun. 

“On your feet.” He demanded. 

“What?” Y/n feigned innocence, despite her struggle to keep calm.

The man, gun still held towards her, trudged over and ripped the book from her hands, throwing it onto the floor. 

“I said on your feet!” He yelled in her face, backing away so he was a few feet from the bed.

She stared into his eyes, an impassive look on her face. Y/n looked back down at the gun. 

With a purse of her lips and a shrug she stated, “I’d rather not.”

The man’s soldier esc demeanor nearly slipped at her blatant defiance of his orders. “It’s not an option lady! Get up.”

She chuckled. “Y’see, lad. I’ve been on my feet all day. Have you ever worn heels for over six hours? Rather painful you know.”

Her cocky attitude betrayed her quickly beating heart that was full of adrenaline.

In an effort to scare her, he menacingly stepped forward. “I ain’t afraid to hurt you lady, but the boss wants you alive. If you keep disobeying me, I'm allowed to use force.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh really, and who is your boss? I must thank him for not wanting me dead.” 

She knew she was playing with her life, but if this boy was as inexperienced as he looked, she would get the information she needed to warn Tommy. Granted, if she got out of this situation. 

“Sabini.” The man bluntly answered. 

Y/n swallowed. This wasn’t good. If Sabini’s men were here and not in London, she needed to warn Thomas immediately. Her heart pumped faster than she thought possible and every nerve in her body was on the verge of trembling from fear.

“I see.” Y/n turned her head to the foot of the bed. “Well, like I said, I’d rather not get up. Matter of fact, I’d rather keep reading. So be a dear and hand me my book, would ya?” She was stalling.

“C’mon lady, stop being stubborn. You don't even got a weapon to be making these demands.” The man sneered.

Y/n slowly adjusted herself so that she scooted away from the pillows that propped her up. She straightened her legs on the bed, her left crossed over her right. Then she leaned back on her arms, purposely pushing up her chest to show off her unbinded chest. Hopefully, he’d be dumb enough to look at her distraction, and he was. 

“Ah, well. It was worth a shot. I can tell that you're new to this whole— kidnapping thing. If you want to get better at it then you should learn this.” She paused before looking back at the man, “Always do research on your target.”

The young man’s brows furrowed, obviously confused. 

“If you did your research, like a good little gangster,” She began as she slid her left leg up off her right, causing her silk nightgown to slowly expose her leg. The man’s eyes roamed her leg once she stopped moving, leaving her left leg in a bent position. She reached for the hem of the dress and raised it further up her left leg, stopping until it got to her mid thigh, “Then you would know, that I’m always armed.”

In a swift and well practiced motion, Y/n grabbed the sharp, throwing knife from her thigh holster, and threw. The knife landed in the man’s chest, in his heart. Looking down at the knife, the man stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet and falling onto his back. Blood quickly formed a growing splotch of red on his shirt. Y/n quickly stood from the bed to remove the gun from the man’s hand, she then crouched over him. 

She placed her hand on the knife handle, “It was a shame you didn’t do your research.” Then she pushed the knife forward, until she felt through the blade that it had really punctured his heart.

Y/n stood over the man’s body, gun in her hand, and watched the blood puddle grow. She backed away until her knees hit the bed and gave way. Letting out a shaky breath, she sat with the gun in her lap. In an attempt to avoid looking at the body laid in front of her, Y/n stared at the ceiling. 

The adrenaline began to wear off, and the reality of the situation dawned on her. She could have died, quite easily too. If her attacker had not been so inexperienced and if she wasn’t wanted brought back alive, she could have died. Then, she thought of her husband.

Tommy. 

Had the man lying dead on her carpet opened the door and shot, Tommy would have had to come home to her dead body instead. The thought of Tommy finding her body, cold and bloody, scared her more than death. She couldn’t imagine the pain of him being alone. He would blame himself for her death. He would say he couldn’t protect her, and he would loathe himself for the rest of his life. Tears began to prick her eyes and her throat tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears to go away and for her erratic heart beat to calm down. 

She killed a man.

That’s the only thought she could process. Her emotions muddled her thinking. Never before had she used her knives to kill. She used guns, from far away. She used punches to knock people out. She used her knives to injure, but never before had she needed them to kill. She was slightly glad for the memory of Tommy coming back home from an errand, returning with the thin knife holster that he insisted she wear when he wasn’t home. She was also glad that she made it a rule for herself to never take it off unless Tommy was home with her. 

Then, the silence of the house was broken again. She flinched. This time, the sound came from the front door slamming open and muffled shouts that she could only register as her name. 

“Y/n! Y/n where are you?” The voice shouted.

She couldn’t pinpoint who it was, not in her boggled state of mind, but she knew it was safe. So she answered. 

“In the bedroom.” 

Her eyes were still shut and her head faced the ceiling when Tommy rushed in.

“Y/n.” His voice was slightly breathless as he took in the sight before him. 

The room was covered in warm, candle light, giving a complete opposite tone to the tense atmosphere. His wife sat on the bed with a gun in her lap. A man, with his wife’s knife in his chest, laid dead on the ground and a puddle of blood surrounded his wound. 

Y/n opened her eyes and looked at her husband. She could see the fear and worry that filled his eyes, his face in slight shock.

Thomas was relieved to see his wife unharmed, but he could see the tears that were threatening to fall. Her slumped shoulders were signs of exhaustion. The way her chest moved up and down with heavy breathes told him she was on the verge of holding herself together. 

Arthur and John came bounding up the stairs next, and found their places on either side of Thomas. 

Y/n’s voice came out void of emotion, but her teary eyes said it all. “One of Sabini’s men.” She stated before turning her eyes to the ceiling once more, trying to blink away tears. “Please get him out of my sight.” The growing puddle of blood made her want to throw up. 

“You heard her,” Thomas said in a low tone, staring at his wife with concerned eyes. “Get rid of ‘em.” His voice was just above a whisper.

Arthur and John stepped forward, grabbing the man by his arms and lugged him out of the room. Only once the man had been removed did Thomas walk towards his wife. Only when he wrapped his arms around her did she let herself cry. She let herself sob and express how truly scared she was when the man burst into her room, and pointed a gun to her head. 

Thomas held her close and kissed her head. He whispered in her ear that she was okay, and that she did what she needed to do. Holding her close, he told her he loved her, and promised to never let anything like that happen to her again. 

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[autisticzukka]

what is this hakoda zuko arranged marriage you speak of? i am intrigued

okay so the long story short is that it’s a slight rebuttal of a popular post that is very fun but i find like... unrealistic in a really intriguing way like, how would this ACTUALLY play out. I’ve talked about it at length in my server a few times, and it’s one of those AU’s -- like the genderbend zukka ATLA rewrite or the zukki fic that starts with sokka failing to assassinate zuko -- that lives rent free in my head and I’ve written a couple thousand words for.

tw for like VERY unrequited zuko in love with hakoda and the inherent comedy of sokka being in love with his fire nation stepmom.

so here’s hakoda, chief of the southern water tribe, happily not-married to Bato. and here is a more balanced war, where the north and the south are actually  allies, rather than whatever the fuck they were in ATLA. Yue already has a fiance and the Northern chief refuses to remarry. that leaves hakoda responsible for biting the bullet and doing a political marriage even though, as he points out at length, he is an elected official and if he stops being elected it’s no longer a marriage with the chief of the south pole. intelligently but mostly selfishly motivated (yue’s fiance is his nephew, after all) pakku points out that its not like the fire nation knows... that. the fire nation is dumb. ozai’s stupid.

faced with such inarguable points hakoda stiffens his upper lip, pre-emptively ends things with bato on the understanding that if this is another kya situation they’ll get back together and that he’s still the most important person to him but the tribe comes first yada yada, and deals with katara throwing the mother of all tantrums. it is slightly softened by the fact that in return for him marrying the fire nation noble, a thing everyone can agree isn’t traditional, the north has finally agreed to train katara. she heads out before the wedding, in protest but also so as to not cause an international incident.

(on her way, she’ll find aang. with the war less dire, katara will be sympathetic towards his desire to live without committing violence, even if she deeply can’t relate. they’ll have a hot girl romcom summer of self discovery and coming to terms with the dichotomy between duty and love as they become master benders. at some point they pick up toph. they ARE a throuple.)

sokka meanwhile is like.. not cool with it.. but ? kind of relieved? like. he’s the eldest kid. he’s 18, and he’s been a man of the tribe as far as legalities for several years. it would have been entirely understandable if his dad had asked HIM to do it. he had his emotionally crushing romance with yue, and as much as he was like ‘im kind of a prince’, he finds he doesn’t actually want some of the responsibilities and demands that would bring. yue’s life sucks.

back in the fire nation, zuko never demanded a quest and never went on it. he’s spent years hardening into something that, while brittle, can survive the pressures of the court around him. he still has his scar. he still wants his father to love him, but he knows by now that it’s not something he’s capable of earning. he watches his sister, never the most stable person, start to have complete breakdowns of sanity once she hits puberty, and helps her cover for it and receive medical treatment on the down low. he’s the heir, but he lives knowing that if he was ever in a position to inherit his choices are to abdicate or have the baby sister who he raised kill him and destroy herself and the country in the process.

when he realizes the plan is to marry azula off rather than someone more reasonable-- mai is RIGHT there, for fucks sake-- he doesn’t realize ozai’s true intent is to fuck this up through malicious compliance and false shows of good faith. he panics, and does the zuko thing: he blurts out that this is unacceptable and immoral and she’s only 16 and Ozai sees the true opportunity for two birds with one stone. send zuko, let him piss someone off so badly he gets killed or divorced, and he gets rid of zuko from the line of succession permanently. there are those who are incredibly attached to teh idea of a firstborn for firelord, and it’s been a constant thorn in unpopular ozai’s side to nto be able to name azula his heir apparent without costly rebellion. but if he can taint him in the mind of the fire nation so much that birthright is easy to supercede-- yeah. this’ll work PERFECTLY.

so zuko is sent to marry hakoda, chief of the water tribe.

literally NO ONE was expecting it to be a member of Ozai’s immediate family. besides the fact that his oldest child is half hakoda’s age and his brother has 20 years on hakoda, it would have been sus as fuck - the treaty is not favorable enough to grant that kind of secession of interests. it becomes quickly apparent that this young man -- hakoda reminds himself of that repeatedly. not kid. not kid. young man. don’t think of him like a kid, it’s hard enough on both of us already. -- is not a horrible threat. he’s scared shitless and shakes with what he thinks is bravado. he’s desperate to make the marriage work. he’s desperate to not go home. he’s got a giant fucking scar on his face from where the fire lord punished him for some grievous but unstated offense.

zuko “daddy issues” fire nation sees his husband to be and, despite being scared shitless, immediately begins to soften a little. like... he’s not nearly as scary as he thought he’d be. his face can be stern, but it just as easily breaks into huge smiles, and his eyes are crinkled with laughter. he’s incredibly handsome. and his biceps are. his biceps. are. his hands are...

like. zuko thinks. okay. maybe. maybe his marriage duties. won’t be so horrible as he thought. maybe he’s ready for this. and he knows what to expect, Uncle had discreetly provided him the means and the contacts to acquire an intimate education in the whirlwind of activity that was the two months before leaving. and like, once he’d gotten past the nerves, it was often even... good? or at least... not bad? he thinks that even if hakoda isn’t a professional expert, he has a certain.... je ne sais quoi, if you will.

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sokka sees his new stepfather and immediately falls in love because he’s that kind of dumb bitch. (the core of this au is that i cant breathe thinking about sokka falling in love with his hot young stepmom his age who his dad doesnt even want to fuck. like. i CANT. sokka masturbates to ‘hand caught in the washing tub’ fantasies which are even more absurd for requiring zuko to be DOING LAUNDRY. i find it so funny.)

bato watches them at the wedding feast while hakoda is very clearly trying to treat zuko as an Equal Adult Partner and mostly managing to seem like someone having a serious conversation with a seven year old about the game they’ve made up. zuko is clearly enamored with it, soaking up the attention, blushing and doing his best to Bravely Flirt, which at one point includes awkwardly attempting to feed Hakoda by hand. bato has to excuse himself to have a teary eyed giggle, hoping that Kya is in the spirit world looking down and laughing with him. he can’t resent the kid even a little bit, when hakoda is sitting there looking so incredibly fucking befuddled as to what he’s supposed to do with this star struck infant he’s legally wed to

anyways all of this... is very funny. their wedding night... is less so. zuko does not take the rejection from hakoda very well, especially because he’d been caught wanting. HE’S the one who should be rejecting hakoda. and he catastrophizes almost immediately about his potential value to the water tribe, his future treatment, that endless inescapable freezing cold loneliness is the good ending for him here... hakoda, meanwhile, drops zuko off at his home, reassuringly informs him that there’s NOTHING else expected of him and he will be well taken care of, and books it to bato’s. bato refuses to let him in on grounds of ‘you can’t sleep under the same shelter as me on your wedding night to that kid, have a fucking brain’, and he ends up crashing at sokka’s.

sokka, who had KNOWN that his dad wouldnt, but also upon seeing zuko and zuko’s awkward flirting was like... but how COULDNT he???? sokka is relieved.

the core of this fic is that i find it endlessly hilarious for zuko to try and seduce his husband while sokka simps around zuko and bato tries to be heartbroken or betrayed but mostly ends up with a giant case of hysterical schadenfreude. but the thing that CLINCHED it for me, like THE scene. several years after being married, settled into their life. they’re partners and they see each other as people. and zuko just fucking snaps one night

he just kisses him, desperate and clawing and climbing and maybe a little drunk. he knows hakoda is going to push him away, maybe even hit him, but he doesn’t care anymore, he doesn’t care. he can do anything he wants to him as long as he just-- finally does something. zuko is 21 and married to the surface of the sun and the surface of the sun jr is his best friend and clearly in love with him-- so clearly not even zuko can miss it-- and like. listen. listen. zuko is not a patient person. but he’s been patient for this. he waited and he matured and he is a fucking amazing husband and he wants this, he wants him. he wants to be wanted.

but hakoda doesn’t push him away. hakoda doesnt yell at him, or hit him. hakoda gentles the kiss into something soft and closed lipped. he pulls away slowly, and his eyes are so sad for zuko, so pitying. he strokes his cheek with the back of his hand so gently. he says, I’m sorry. I don’t want you.

and zuko daddy issues fire nation swallows

and he nods

and he leaves, even though its his own fucking house

and he knows he’s never going to be good enough

like FUUUCK i am OBSESSED WITH THAT

[uhhhhhhhhhsblogyea]

♤| dragon ball shapeshifter au

storyline rundown

part two

tw: profanity !! a bit of gore and such

the story begins on kakarot's farm! he lives with his parents, bardock and gine, and his brother raditz.

kakarot takes his produce to the market to sell, talking to krillin who is a police officer watching over in case of robbery or stolen goods, with his wife 18 and his daughter marron.

he hangs out there and sells all his produce, making a whopping amount of money to give back to his mother to go towards their farm. so thats what he does.

later that night, raditz barged in through the door, huffing loudly and covered in purple blood. it had a reddish tint. gine and bardock jump to their feet, bardock still in his training gi and gine in her white shirt and some sweatpants. "raditz!? what happened?" bardock exclaimed, gine following up with "why are you covered in... purple blood!?" this caused kakarot to come out of his room in a rush, "h-h-holy s-shit! i didnt kill anyone i swear mom, mom, dad please, i wouldn't do that!" raditz panicked. "s-something tried to attack me! i didnt know what to do so i attacked back!!" he tries to wipe the blood off, it being on his face.

whatever happened, scared raditz enough to make him shake in fear and what seems to be regret despite it being to protect himself.

kakarot however, still was unsure what happened. his father said he would explain in the morning, the situation was too dire for kakarot to get involved - especially with the police.

in town, vegeta covered his bloodied chest, panting as he hid deep in an alleyway. "goddammit," he huffs, slicking his hair back to keep the human bangs out of his face. hes got a huge gash across his chest, thanks to that damned raditz he happened to work with. luckily, he was morphed into some other alien lifeform and not his original shift state. he slowly morphed into a bird, a finch, and flew off to him apartment. he always kept his window cracked just in case this were to happen. just his luck, we wont be able to eat and to heal he needs that energy for food or else hell be out asleep for awhile.

he decides calling off work, so thats what he does. what he doesnt expect is a man with a thick ass fucking tail and slicked back purple hair and red eyes to be reading a book, lounging like a king on his bed. "f... frieza!?" vegeta says, startled.

"ah hello my creation! lovely seeing you here, dont you think?" he throws the book off to the side, getting up and striding over to the bloodied vegeta. "aw looks like you got a paper cut." he jabs a finger into vegetas cut across his chest. vegeta groans in pain, a tentacle whipping around to hit frieza away into a safer distance, but the icejin blocks smoothly with his muscled tail.

from here:

wow!! you found out vegeta is a "creation" of friezas, but what exactly does that mean?

raditz gets taken in for questioning. he gets blamed for a murder that happened on the otherside of town, the law system being dumb sentenced him to 25 years in prision for a murder he didnt do

kakarot is confused, bardock telling him there arent any alien threats and it was a misunderstanding on the jury and judge's parts bc raditz was getting mugged and a murder far away happened at roughly the same time, and they were desperate to throw someone into jail.

this is a lie, to some extent. kakarot believes it, living happily thinking there are no threats

vegeta attacked raditz, needing food. shapeshifters need to eat hearts and lungs of animals as food

raditz is the one who cut him across the chest (thatd why he has a scar on his chest in the ref sheet)

kakarot has to bring crops and milk into a market farther into town sometime in the next week, it being an event ran by capsule corp, a company that produces a lot of housing and vehicles and being in business for 40 years being the anniversary that day.

vegeta is a mechanical manager, wearing fancy clothing that day since its technically a high spot in the ranks for capsule corp.

vegeta likes milk, surprisingly. it helps a lot when recovering damage, especially his species. this is when he meets kakarot

kakarot is running his stand with the crates of crops and glass jars of milk set out on display with their price, krillin with him

vegeta is annoyed he has to speak up to get the seller's attention so he grunts with an "ahem"

kakarot jumps, apologizing and asking what he wants to buy. vegeta gets his milk and some vegetables for someone he knows

"hey, whats with the fancy suit?"

"you dont know who i am?"

"no. should i?"

"i-? im vegeta! im manager of the mechanics in capsule corp!"

"oh. is the job hard?"

they conversate, as kakarot sells his produce happily listening as he was able to get the short man with a temper to talk about his job.

vegeta himself was caught off guard by this action but happily talks

this ends in kakarot running behing the stand's curtain and grabbing his business card so vegeta can have a discount on milk next time he decides to buy

vegeta takes the card walking off

the card has kakarots name and number on the back, a message saying "text me personally if you want extra, i dont mind taking some. you seem cool!"

vegeta is a bit ticked, but pockets the card

over time, vegeta and kakarot talk over text a bit, kakarot delivering him milk like an old time milk delivery boy

turns out he actually used to be one as a kid

turns out hes been into marial arts as well, a long time interest of vegetas

they bond over this, kakarot find himself growing a crush on vegeta

one time kakarot stops buy with a delivery unannounced, not knowing he typed the text but didnt send it. he knocks on vegetas apartment door, but no answer.

he checks to see if its unlocked, and it is so he lets himself in, just wanting to put the delivery on the counter and head out.

he doesnt expect to turn around and see a vegeta with a towel wrapped around his waist, tentacles coming out of his back, green eyes, and sharp ears, teeth, and claws. "K-KAKAROT!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yells, surprised. he doesn't have bangs either

"why do you have tentacles?? why do you look different? why do you have that scar?"

vegeta is caught off guard, not sure if he should push kakarot out or tell him the truth. one way or another he knows the truth will spread, so he carefully debates his options

he tells kakarot the truth, hes a shapeshifter and hes insanely dangerous

kakarot is surprised dangerous aliens exist

he tells vegeta this, and deep down vegeta is mad kakarot is sheltered

little do they know as they conversate and bond, growing closer to each other kakarot finds out vegeta made a vow not to ever get in a relationship no matter how much he envied them, especially a human relationship, a certain someone is watching them and listening in, theyre keeping tabs on vegetas and kakarots feelings

trust issues amirite?

later that night, kakarot says his goodbye heading home, heart pounding. wow!!!! vegeta is... great. very great. kinda cute too, i mean what!?? no!!

kakarot rants to himself aloud in his room, window open to keep himself cool, about vegeta as he debates his feelings. he doesnt care if this seems out of character in his friends terms, all they see from him anyway is a dense fightcrazed guy with a dysfunctional relationship with an ex and his son. he realized vegeta doesnt see him like that, but, what DOES vegeta see him as?

he calls it a night

he wakes up to a "thwap, thwap, thwap" against his wooden floor

he sits up, looking around and seeing a short figure sitting at his desk.

"whos there?"

"ah, youre awake monkey! i have valuable information for you, about your lovely vegeta." the voice is squeaky

"and, who is telling me this?" kakarots interest is piqued, not seeing the mysterious figure as a threat, as of now at least

"oh-hohoho! im dr. cold! but please, call me frieza. doctor cold is my father's name."

"and what do you have to tell me about vegeta?"

"mmm, are you sure you want to know?" he gets up, beginning to pace

"theres a catch isnt there" kakarot realizes, serious

"oh! maybe you arent so dense afterall. yes, there iss monkey. its simple, deliever some of your left over crop to my facility tomorrow, i already left the address on a paper over on that... pitiful little desk of yours." frieza pauses. "vegeta will kill you if you arent careful. hes hungry, and he wants that heart. but... i think the poor creation wants it in more than one way. kill him before he kills you."

frieza hands kakarot a box cutter

"thats the only thing that will kill him. if you dont do it i expect that delivery tomorrow by midnight. if you dont show, and theres no news of him being dead, youll be a brilliant collection to my creations, monkey!" the man laughs in joy, clasping his hands together as his red eyes pierce through kakarot

kakarot reluctantly agrees, unsure how this will play out

PART TWO WILL BE MADE SOON!!!

anyway heres the part 1 of the rundown.

[restr1ctionaddictions]

tw mention of unaliving, abusive behaviour, etc

when my ex/abuser broke up, he leaked my nudes, the police got involved and my entire life went to shit. he got sent to grippy sock jail for his anger issues and unstable behaviour but he's out now and back at school.

I told my dad that I was feeling unsafe that he was still around and that I was annoyed that my school is so vocal about not tolerating threats, bullying, etc, yet my ex wasn't punished for what he did. and he (my dad) yelled at me. he told me I'm upset because my ex didn't get punished but it's my own fault that this shit happened. its my fault for sending him pictures in the first place so I must stop playing the victim. he said it seems like I've "still got him in my mind" and I must stop going to look for stories about what he's doing and who he's talking to and if he's back at school and what not. I'm fucking traumatised that's why Im worried about him being at school. I'm scared for my fucking life. but no I'm just making problems for myself because I want to gossip. he said I haven't been punished for what happened and it's not too late to be punished so I must watch my step.

then he went on because I've been lacking on my chores a little. he spends the entire fucking day at home doing nothing. it's not like I'm not doing them at all, I just take a little longer because I need to find the motivation to just get myself out of bed in the morning. I'm ungrateful and lazy and I can't do anything right. I can't just fucking be good enough. I make living in this house unpleasant. I spend too much time cooped up in my room but why the fuck would I want to be anywhere near my dad anyway. it's okay when my brother stays in his room the entire day but because it's me it's a problem. he said I must pull up my socks because when I go study next year it's going to be long hours and I'm going to fuck it up and waste their money if I don't fix myself. my brother is going to med school but my dad didn't give him that fucking lecture but again it's because it's me that it's a problem. I can't do this anymore. I'm so fucking tired. Im still fucking here. I haven't offed myself yet. isn't that enough for him. why can't I just fucking be good enough for him

[shinymooncolor]

@lumosinlove most recent chapter was a rollercoaster of crying, yelling and a lot of love for her oc’s. Can we get a round of applause for NatALLY? ❤️

I promise Prague will come up soon, just had to react to the gem that was the last chapter 🏳️‍🌈

So here’s a little sweater weather chat for you as well 😍

(Sergei and Kuny texts in Russian, but to make it easier - it’s in English 😜)

Sweater weather chat #11

Sergei goes into dad-mode. Kasey considers murder. Kuny is a cat. Nado trolls. And he’s got some creative threats. Natalie and Lily are amazing. Walker has a good idea. We struggle with metaphors. So many rainbows. James organizes a “let’s protect Re at all costs” schedule. Sunny texts Hank. Dumo is Dumo ❤️

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Dumo: sergei. Hey. I wanted to know how you’re doing.

Sergei: are you ask if I support cap or are you ask if I am ok?

Dumo: you know me too well, old friend.

Sergei: I do not share views with my home on all things.

Dumo: I know. I’m sorry. But we need to support Sirius, and Remus, for that matter, as a team. I need to know I’ve got my best friend with me.

Sergei: I support. We win more. I play my time for Russia. Is ok.

Dumo: what about Kuny?

Sergei: I talk to him. No problem. He is young. Different age.

Dumo: he doesn’t have to say anything. We can keep media off of him but they might ask from Russian media? How can we protect him. Alice is on it. But.

Sergei: Pascal. I raise that boy from he 17. Anya and I not let him ruin national career. But I know him too. He is a good boy and he will support his cap.

Dumo: can I add sunny?

Sergei added Sunny to the chat

Sunny: well that was a shit show. Thank the hockey gods we didn’t have social media when we were babies

Dumo: hehe they’d have never let Sergei back into Russia. ���

Sergei: I know you have picture. I have too.

Sunny: what’s the plan? I’m not afraid to take a misconduct and a ban if someone says shit

Dumo: it won’t help. But I get it. All star is not going to be fun for him. At least cherry is no longer on tv to say something.

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Sergei: hey kid, how are you?

Evgeni: it’s crazy. I mean. He seemed happier but it was so bad the way it was done. I’m really sad for them.

Sergei: I know. No one should have to experience that. Being forced. But kid, how’re you? Anyone tried to get comments?

Evgeni: I... yes... but I don’t know what to say. I don’t care. But. What can i say? I want to play for home. 😟

Sergei: I know. You’ve done two great worlds as a senior, one Olympic and they would be crazy not to pick you. But you know them. You know what it’s like, what they say.

Evgeni: but. He’s my captain. I don’t know. Will you say?

Sergei: I’m old. I’ve done my national duty, we’re happy here. If I can’t come home because i support my friend and captain. I’ll stay. We can try and keep them off of you ok? Alice knows this and she will help. You’re already not their favorite because you pretend to be stupid. But they’re going to be asking from home soon. They’ll expect you to denounce it.

Sergei: I just want to say I love you kid. And I support you. But remember the team is your family too.

Evgeni: I know. Shit. I’m scared. And I’m not even gay. It’s just. I know people joke about me and nado.

Sergei: I think malkin got us covered there. Half the world seems convinced him and Crosby has a secret affair. Don’t worry kid. We’ll work it out.

Evgeni: hehe they do look at each other a lot. And they always fight whenever someone takes the other one down.

Sergei: you fight everyone. And you’ll have to, even more now. They’re going to be mean about this. They’re going to come for us. You have to be strong, kid.

Evgeni: yeah. Don’t care what they say.

Sergei: I know. How’s Nado?

Evgeni: he’s okay. Mostly shocked but he’s already started fighting with people online. Blizzard too.

Sergei: be careful, kid. You’ve got a lot to lose to. Just think before you post?

Evgeni: I will dadddddd

Sergei: shut up. See you for practice. Don’t be late.

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Siriusly left the group chat

Blizzard: I DONT CARE IM GOING TO FUCKING MURDER EVERYONE WHO EVEN THINKS ABOUT SAYING SHIT

Prongstar: we’re going to divide and conquer. We need to support Re.

CarbO’Hara: send us a schedule. Hehe also. I’m with kase on this

Nadotheman: fuck yeah.

RussianGod: 🤬👊

Sunnysideup: hank messaged me that the rangers are going to send out a statement in support of an open league for all at least. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 Pens too it seems.

Krisvolley: yeah looking at the all star it’s really cool. @carbo’hara your brother started it?

CarbO’Hara: yeah big bro 😜👊🏳️‍🌈

Walkietalkie: I think it’s safe to assume that other than the snakes, we won’t really get much shit. I know some are going to be stuck up shits but. I’ve got faith. Also way to go finno. 😜😜😜 two birds in your lap is better than one on your head or whatever it is

LeWilliam: you having a stroke? That’s not how the metaphor is.

Walkietalkie: just congratulating my future brother in law. ❤️🏳️‍🌈also hey why don’t we all wear rainbows to next practice? I bet Alice can whip something up? We can get bots and Marls to comment too? 😎

Prongstar: YES! Thanks walks! Also brother in law? You marrying Alex? 🤣

Walkietalkie: naw man. I’m gonna woo noelle, marry her, build her a house and make a bunch of hockey babies. We’re gonna be a dynasty. 😍

Logantremblayzzz: you gotta ask me first. But I like you and she’s happy. Also. Ew don’t talk a about making babies with my sister 😳

Walkietalkie: tell leo to get his hands outta carb’s pants then. They’re getting freaky without you bro.

Logantremblayzzz: YOU PROMISED.

Newt-leo: sorry lo. Also it’s a lie. He was helping me tuck in my shirt. Also walker isn’t even here.

Prongstar: sure. Kuny is hogging all the nachos. If you want any better get in here.

Ollibear: so I’m cat sitting for the terrible twins at their house while you all watch all stars and comfort re? I feel left out 😫

Blizzard: sorry Olli bear. If it helps, you can come and sit in my lap. James said no and my girlfriend is being weird with lily.

Timmyforrealz: I wanna sit in your lap too kasey.

Prongstar: oh you’re too late. He’s got a lap full of Russian enforcer.

CarbO’Hara: I don’t understand the physics of how a giant like that can curl into such a small ball of enforcer. It’s cute. Gotta get a pic.

Nadotheman: careful blizzard. He’s like a cat, once he’s comfy he won’t move. He even purrs if you scratch the back of his neck. 😂

Newt-leo: 🦁🦁🦁

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NatALLY: ladies. We need to get some food going for Re. Lils and I’ve got it covered for the weekend for now. Anyone check on the disaster twins?

Celeste: Apparently Nado is already making problems online. Alice yelled for 20 minutes at dumo to talk to him.

GingerLily: what did he do?

Celeste: I’m not sure. Something about spamming someone with rainbows and threatening a journalist to run him over with the Zamboni.

Anyaismyname: they came here yesterday. Kuny and Sergei need talk and decide how to handle Russia media. I helped Nado. Was fun. He made Twitter @STILLMYCAPTAINBLACK. Is cute.

NatALLY: I followed. Fuck he’s hilarious. Hahahahaha. Also Kuny showed up at Re’s. That guy can smell nachos across a whole fucking city

—-

Nat: hey Jackie. Great work on the Twitter. Might I get the login? Just thinking you’ll need an administrator when you guys take the ice.

Nado: hey nat. Of course. Already shared it with Olli, kris and timmers. He he. Bitch ass trolls won’t know what hit them.

Nat: they wont. Thanks man, this is brilliant.

Nado: @STILLMYCAPTAINBLACK

PASSWORD: SNAPEISASLEAZEBALL

NatALLY: when did you get so smart?

Nado: honestly it’s mostly Kuny. I know we laugh at his English but the guy is fucking smart you know? Man he’s already trolled some Russians. Sergei and Sunny both refused to translate.

[thewritingstar]

Brickercup: End of the world and I’m stuck with a jackass like you.

First time writing for them lol. But why are they the xmas ship? Green and red? haha. Just some family fluff and some butchubbles too because i can. 

Hope you enjoy!!

Tag list: @shellielyzabeth @over-under-through1 (if you wanna be added to the list just go to my tag list post :) ) 

Rated: T 

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She always thought her death would be a remarkable one. It would be seen on tvs across the world as she took her last breath defending the city she loved. They would build statues in her honor and have awards in her name. It would be bloody, cruel and down right horrific. But it would be in the name sake of her duty. 

She could see it now. The swell of the beast, too powerful even for her. Its fist would come crashing down and as she flew to blow it to shreds with her sisters by her side, it would fall and die with a creaky scream as her body floated to the pavement and she smiled knowing she saved the world one last time. 

A worthy death for one of the greatest heroes in the world. 

Instead she was trapped in a deflating bounce house that had too much money on the security deposit to damage it. 

The plastic shrunk slowly. An annoying sound buzzing from it as the walls collapsed fast. You would think that two powerful beings could manage to get out of it, but at last, they were ambushed. 

 The stickiness made her uncomfortable as it caved around her body and of course it didn’t help that her husband's leg was thrown over her stomach. 

“Could you move your leg before I blast it to pieces?” She shouted over the sound of high pitched deflating. 

She could hear him grumble. “If I could I would woman!” 

-

This was all his fault. If he learned how to say no to his darling little five year old, they wouldn't be trapped in the sweltering heat trying to free themselves from this hell hole prison. But no. Little Blair had to get her way. 

“Momma please! Please can I have a pretty pony bouncy castle!” She was floating and batting her eyelashes but Buttercup knew better. 

It was going to be way too hot for an outside birthday but after she flew straight to daddys office and smiled, she was being carried in the arms of her husband and he had already rented the finest bouncy castle around. Not even Princess’s son would have it. 

Plus they had a pool so they could just toss the kids who complained about the heat into it. 

-

“Learn how to say no Jojo.” She said to him as she twisted her arm to lift up the plastic off her face. The giant eye of a blue pony stared at her through the netting making her shiver. 

His face was flush to the ground by now and he pushed himself up, accidentally kicking his wife's shin in the process. “You could have said something! Fuck! Wake her up from her nap and get her ass out here to plug it in.”

“Oh yeah, why don’t you just sonic scream at her and make her cry?” They knew better than to wake up a sleeping Blair. Oh no the temper of a red and green mixed together was more than anyone could handle. 

Buttercup was thankful in this moment that they only had one kid. That’s all they needed right now. 

Brick fell silent at this. “Great now we are stuck.” he mumbled as all the air went out. 

“End of the world and I’m stuck with a jackass like you.” She said as she slapped his ass. 

“Hey paws off the merchandise.” 

“You weren’t saying that a second ago.” She said smugly.  

He turned his head to glare at her. “That was before this dumb thing decided to eat us alive.” He frowned. “Ruined the fucking mood.” He mumbled the last part. 

“Quit being a baby and crawl Brick. I think I’m gonna pass out and you’re closer to the door.” She tried to fan herself. This is the karma she got for making out with her husband in this thing. To be fair, she was making sure it blew up properly and he tackled her, don’t get it twisted. 

“We have powers and yet I am being humiliated by some god damn toy!” She could see the red spark igniting in from his fist.

Buttercup moved again, arm scraping across the bright pink flooring. “You’re the one who got this and unless you wanna tell our daughter why her pony castle is blasted to shreds, you are going to get us out of here or so help me.” 

He mumbled something she couldn't make out and finally his leg was off of her. Thank goodness. He managed to crawl towards the door using one of his arms to hold up the plastic and the other to guide him to freedom. She followed after him making sure he didn’t stop and accidentally slam his ass into her face. 

He reached the door first, eye widening as he stared at the entrance to this horror show. 

“Uh babe?” 

“What?” She still needed to finish cutting the fruit and getting the tables set up. 

“Did you lock us in here?” 

She finally managed to crawl to the door next to him. “Why the fuck would I-.” Her eyes narrowing on the door. “Brick?”

“Yeah.” He raised his brows.

“The zipper.” 

“I know.”

“It’s on the outside.”

“I can see that.” 

“Then why would you ask if I zipped it?” Her voice was full of confusion. 

They looked at each other then back to the door. “If you didn’t zip it.” 

“And you didn’t either.” Buttercup’s eyes widened. 

“Then who?” Their voices were in unison. 

Then they heard it. That sweet innocent giggle. All of a sudden the face of their five year old birthday girl was pressed against the door. Her smile was blinding and those dazzling red eyes sparkled with mischief. 

“We got you mamma and daddy.” She smiled proudly. 

“Blair, honey. Did you unplug the blow up?” Buttercup asked sweetly and she nodded her head, whipping her black hair that was pulling into ponytails. 

“We thought you were napping.” Brick said. His face became scrunched with confusion. “Wait what do you mean we?”

In a flash their daughter was picked up by a pair of arms as she sprouted another laugh. 

“She means me duh.” The voice came and Buttercup tilted her head up to see a wicked grin and a pair of deep emerald eyes. The same devious smirk was plastered on his face. 

Buttercup gritted her teeth. “Butch you have five seconds to let us out or I swear-” 

“Ohh I’m so scared. Look Ruby, mom's mad.” He snickered to the little girl who was trying to hide her own laugh.

“Shes mad at you Uncle Butch, this was your idea.” Blair giggled. 

“Hey don’t rat me out. Tell them it was the wind.” 

Brick glared at him. “Don’t teach my kid how to lie.” 

“You’re right bro, she’ll learn it from the king himself.” He winked. 

Buttercup matched her husband's expression. “Blair, be a good girl and let us out or no cake.” 

Those bright red eyes held fear as the threat of no cake came. She grabbed her uncle’s face, tears brimming her water line. “No cake!” She gasped and flew out of Butch’s arms to the door, pulling desperately on the zipper. “I want my cake!” Blair practically growled and soon her parents were free. 

Buttercup scooped up her little girl and brought her towards the house, meanwhile Brick was just fuming at his younger brother. 

“What the hell man?” 

“That's what you deserve for being nasty.” Butch glared at Brick. 

Brick rolled his eyes and pushed past him to plug it back in. The huge ponies came to life as they began to fill with air. 

“Oh please like you wouldn’t do that same thing.” 

Butch fake scoffed. “I wouldn’t. My wife would be nake-”

“SHUT UP!” 

--

“I’m sorry momma.” Blair smiled softly. “But Uncle Butch made me.” She defended. 

Buttercup only laughed and kissed her head. “I know sweetheart. Now your dad is gonna set your castle up and i'm going to finish up in the kitchen.”

“What should I do?” Blair asked. 

Buttercup looked over at Brick and Butch before grinning. 

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“I can’t believe you were stuck.” Bubbles laughed as she placed the last of the snacks on the table. 

Buttercup only rolled her eyes before popping a strawberry in her mouth. “Well it’s all your husband’s fault.” 

Another giggle came from the blonde. “Oh I'm sure you’ll find a way to get him back.” She waved her hand before handing a berry to her one year old, Beck.

“Oh I did.” Buttercup laughed and Bubbles shrugged. 

“HEY RUBY PUT ME DOWN!” A shout came from outside and the girls looked to see Butch being held up by his niece. 

She gave a laugh before throwing him down into the pool. A giant splash coming from the water as she turned and skipped towards her dad acting like she had done nothing. 

“See, got him back.” Bubbles said as she watched her husband claw his way out of the pool with a scowl. 

“Serves him right, I almost died.” 

Bubbles picked up her baby carrying him over to the window to see Butch chasing Blair and Brick on the ground laughing. “Well Butch caught you two so he probably wanted to mess with you.” 

“It’s not like we were doing anything! Besides, you two would do way worse, you nasties.” Buttercup made a fake throwing up sound as she watched Blair throw Butch back into the pool. “I should have her throw you in too.” 

Bubbles slapped her arm playfully. “You wouldn’t have your daughter throw a pregnant woman.” She gestured to her baby bump. 

“Like I said, nasty. Butch couldn’t wait five minutes before knocking you up again, geez.” 

Bubbles smirked and opened up the sliding glass door. “Blair darling come through your mother in the pool she’s being mean.” 

“Throw your dad in.” Buttercup yelled as she brought out the cake. “Im busy.” 

They heard another yell and another splash. “And there goes Brick.” Bubbles laughed. 

“That's my girl.”

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hope you liked it

[anitabrain]

but you know ... it’s strange... all the “family meetings” and “consequences” don’t extend to anything my brother does.

in fact, when I threatened to call police because a 25 year old 6’3 man who had been screaming at the top of his lungs in intervals throughout the whole day (whenever anything minor bothered him) screamed and LUNGED at my sister and i for being in the same room as his cat. then later on when “apologizing” to me i told him

“i accept your apology, but if you ever try to physically come at me again i will call the police. i’m just letting you know.”

he immediately went into a blind rage and started chasing after me yelling as i was running out of the house to escape, caught up with me by putting himself in between the front door and the door frame and holding it open so that i couldn’t close it screaming

“ADMIT YOURE LYING!! YOURE LYING CLARA !! THATS A BAD ROAD TO GO DOWN, DONT BE A LIAR CLARA !! “

doesn’t matter that there was a camera in the room where he tried to attack us, pointing at us when it happened , my parents wouldn’t dare watch the footage. doesn’t matter that my mom was standing right behind him while he was holding the door open and screaming at me. they wouldn’t even say he did anything. “whether he tried to hit you or not” or “you guys upset him by not leaving the room when he asked you to” or “we all need to apologize to each other” because poor , poor spencer couldn’t help but fly into a destructive and violent rage directed at his younger sister when she tried to set a boundary to protect herself. aw:(

god.. when we were both holding the door and i was scared to let go cuz he was so close to me if i let go i wouldn’t be fast enough to get away i looked in his eyes and there was just like . idk ... nothing and rage . just ice cold hatred.

an actual text i got from my mom afterwards read, i shit you not,

“spencer is not mentally ill.”

this was in response to me saying he needed professional, clinical help or he was gonna hurt someone .

there was no family meeting about that. no punishment dealt. just texts. i was shaking so violently i smoked weed and took a xanax in a park in santa monica and it made me feel dizzy and sick but i just wanted to push the emotions away. it was too much right then. my dad texted to me to call off the police because otherwise he would would report me and my sister to the police for “stealing his car” (taking it to the beach for an hour)

we got home to a cold, resentful air once he was gone. and immediately packed our things and flew out the earliest flight the next morning with the cat.

so that’s why i spent christmas in providence. and why im never going back. or at least minimally until i’m financially independent

now i get texts from my mom like

“i hope one day we can all spend christmas together as a family.”

“we ALL have our flaws but that’s what makes us a family🥰”

sorry but in my opinion it’s not FUCKING QUIRKY to make your siblings scared for their fucking lives the second something bothers you. god. fuck.

see that’s the key thing people miss when they think someone has clinical narcissism, people who have it do not live in reality. not the same one we do. they have WILDLY different perceptions of events no matter what kind of evidence or witnesses you have you can’t convince them otherwise.

of course he didn’t face any consequences, he never has and he never will. not from our parents at least.

imagine a million different variations , of the screaming , violence, threats, gaslighting, manipulation, but for a long time youre a child. then ur a teen. then u don’t know what you are.

sorry this is tmi i just got triggered this week

[copehell96]

VENT so xbox companion logged me out of my dads account and... VENT

idk its not like I can even play it I don’t got the xbox anymore cause of some fuckery of my guardians like god idk it wasn’t that long after he died maybe a year after- its been four years now ig? ...but god did that feel like a fucking punch in the face you know? I have no idea how to log back into it maybe I could ask my half brother but... He couldn’t even fucking tell me my nivada password I asked him 3 times between holidays for a year and finally said fuck it and changed the password myself.

...But it’s just so fucking stupid man...

it was the ONE thing I could access that was Dad’s- everything else they took away or couldn’t figure out how to log in (Fucking hire a hacker then damn cowards) I just...

I miss him and I even miss Mom!? Even if she was still doing drugs and yelling at me I don’t care I’d deal with it- anything deal with anything not to be alone anymore... I have bro but-... honestly idk man... I’m like I need a new consoler but why the FUCK should I trust em after Josh after four years of being there decides “ BYE “ and just leaves after like nearly a whole month or more of silence only to find out second hand he just up and LEFT... and went somewhere else nearby to work??? Leaving the Kelbermen center with ONLY ONE Consoler btw. I think that was just GAH. it was a dick move man...

I just don’t want to trust someone again like that? like whats the fucking point you know?

im so damn tired of having to just trust people with what I have to say, what I think- when all I want is to FUCKING DIE. That or dissociate so hard I don’t have to care anymore- space spacy- daze off, hallucinations and shit. Looking in the mirror and never EVER seeing myself - or if I do I’M UGLY UGLY so ugly I get urges to cut up my face- I hate it hate it- I just...

I’m so tired and I’m 24, I was gonna start some college-ish work training stuff but this stupid virus stuff ofc ruined it, im having trouble calling / texting people again- as bad as when Dad first died trouble. and Bro will drop off and not help unless I make it VERY obvious I need help- he’s doing a lot better NOW but idk how long that last until he drops off for a month again and leaves me to do everything AGAIN. AND AGAIN.

god no wonder mom did fucking drugs. its almost funny.

I cut for the same reasons she’d go out. Loneliness, not feeling like you getting the support you need, working yourself to exhaustion, being trapped in the house all day no way out, no where to go cause you got no car, family that you need around you basically not calling or anything for weeks, threats from family members about this or that cause of whatever dumbshit that's going on, oh and the IMPULSE TO JUST DO IT AGAIN. RELAPSE.

...atleast I can say I understand her better now, tho im not sure if I’ll ever forgive her for the hell she put me and bro through. Unlike Dad she never got better, never was able to provide the same stable house he could. He might of made mistakes when we were little (I have no memory of any of it tho- even if it was the start of my self harming tendencies from what I was told from mom told me) he GOT BETTER. He worked hard to make sure we felt safe, and NEVER yelled and always appreciated when I helped him around the house or hung out with him to watch tv / him play a game... Mom couldn’t even sit to watch one movie with us- NOT EVEN A SCARY ONE LIKE THE GRUDGE LEAVING ME AND BRO TO HUDDLE IN A CORNER SCARED-

I don’t think I could ever fully forgive her.

I miss trying so hard in my dreams to get to heaven to reach Dad- I would try every night wandering a highway- with other people as well as if we were all lost but we all knew we wanted to go up-

until one night I maybe took a wrong turn? I’m not sure.

But my Grandma and Grandpa (dad’s side) picked me up in a car and told me not to come back, that I wasn’t going to someplace I didn’t want to be, nor should I be. (probably was hell lol) God must of been tired of my ass breaking in to see my parents...

my Nana’s like 91 (my mom’s mom) everyday I get scared impulses about her. Like this virus is horrible- and she’s just so... what i’d give to have her hug me- what I’d give to be able to cry into her shoulder- she was more of a mom to me then my mom was- same with Grandma- Grandma always made sure to show up for my school stuff until her... until she wasn’t able too- and then I was left with no one- yet somehow they always found time for Bro’s stuff-

God what I’d of given to have ATLEAST had Dad go to my graduation- BRO DIDN’T EVEN GO FOR ME- I WENT FOR HIS- I’m still angry about that... He acts like he always wanted to go to my stuff but yeah right- if he couldn’t be there for me at my greatest- and scariest moment he sure af ain’t gonna be there for something small!?

[cole-winchester]

Without You - Part Three

Daryl x Female OC.  Starts off during Terminus after the prison fell.  Told by the POV of the Female OC - Cole.  Not giving her last name out yet, you’ll have to stay tuned for that later on.  

–TRIGGER WARNINGS–

MENTIONS / DEPICTIONS OF RAPE AND TORTURE.  ANY CHAPTER THAT HAS DEPICTIONS IN IT WILL BE NOTED AT THE TOP WITH THE WARNINGS

Just cuz I have these warnings doesn’t mean there won’t be plenty of Fluff and some tasteful Smut!!

Anything in BOLD is a FLASHBACK.

Tag List - @mtngirlforever @funkymadhouse 

Author’s Note:

As always, BOLD is a flashback.  I cannot say enough for the feedback I’m getting for this!  I love you all!!  Oh…and as for this chapter… #You’reWelcome ;)

TRIGGER - possible trigger in the beginning.  Nothing explicit or described, just implied.

Part Three

I cried out in agony as the man’s boot connected deep in my abdomen, sending me spinning to the floor.  Unable to catch myself with my hands bound behind me, I landed hard on my left side before rolling to my back.  I coughed and choked trying to force air back into my lungs as the man stepped towards me.  I lashed out, kicking at his legs as soon as he came within reach.  His right knee buckled under my foot and he stumbled before falling sideways.  

‘You stupid fucking whore!'  He yelled as I tried to get to my feet and continue my attack.  The door slammed open and another man rushed in, coming up behind me and clamping me in a bear hug.  He lifted me off of the ground as I hollered and screamed.  I flailed my legs, desperately trying to hit his knees or his groin until I was slammed face down on top of the desk.  

'Fuckin assholes!  Get the fuck off of me!'  I screamed in rage as I fought against his hold on me.  

'Lift her head up.'  

The man pinning me dug his hand into my hair and forced my head backwards off of the desk.  I cried out just as a strip of duct tape was pressed across my mouth.  

'I’m tired of hearing her scream.'  The first man laughed as he stepped behind me.  I screamed behind the tape and scrunched my eyes shut as the man’s hands gripped the waistband of my shorts and yanked.

***

Daryl kept close to me after the incident with Merle, making sure he kept his distance and didn’t try any type of retaliation.  

We had started going out on hunts together, leaving Merle back at the camp or out on runs.  I had some tracking and hunting experience from my brother growing up, but it had been a while and I was a little rusty.  I also think Daryl enjoyed my company compared to Merle.  Daryl and I clicked, as if we were on the same wavelength.  We could silently communicate while out on a hunt and read off of each other’s movements.  Not to mention I walked quieter than Merle and didn’t scare off the game.   

'Got deer tracks.'  I said quietly, kneeling and moving some leaves out of the way.  'One by the looks of it.’

Daryl had let me take the lead on this hunt, staying back and letting me learn.  I glanced back at him over my shoulder, watching his eyes scan our surroundings for any threats.  His gaze met mine and he nodded.  We moved swiftly and quietly through the trees, following the deer’s trail that I’d located.

Soon enough, we’d caught up to the doe and I motioned for Daryl to stop.  She stood a few yards out, oblivious to us.  Daryl raised the crossbow but stopped and lowered it, looking over to me and nodding his head for me to come closer.  He held the bow out and moved behind me.  I looked at him in slight shock before grasping it and adjusting it into my shoulder.  

'Ya gotta learn sometime.'  he whispered huskily in my ear as he helped me raise it and steady it.  His broad chest against my back and his arms encasing me sent a shiver up my spine.  I took a breath and gathered myself as he leaned back from me, giving me space to concentrate.  

'Line yer shot up, take yer time.'  

Seconds passed as I waited until the doe turned, giving me the perfect line.  I slowly breathed out and released the arrow, hitting my mark and dropping her.  

'Nice shot, Rabbit.’ Daryl’s hand gave my hip a quick squeeze as he moved past me through the trees to my kill.

I learned quickly how to gut and clean our kills.  Where to put the knife and how deep to go so I wouldn’t knick the stomach and ruin the meat.

After we cleaned the doe, I loaded her up onto my shoulders.  I insisted on being the one to carry it back.  My kill, my job to bring it back.  Daryl gave me an appreciative nod.  'Ya need me to take it at all, Rabbit, jus let me know.’

I smiled at him as he turned and began to lead the way back to camp.  

***

Daryl and I sat in the 'kitchen’ area of camp and were working on carving the deer and preparing it for dinner later when we heard a car alarm sounding in the distance.  We both looked up simultaneously to Dale on top of the RV.  His binoculars were up and scanning the surrounding valley.  

'Dale.  What is it?'  Shane said from next to the RV as the others began to gather in the center of camp.  Daryl and I stood, wiping our hands on our rags and gathering our weapons as we made our way over to the group.  

Dale lowered his binoculars as we heard the roar of an engine coming closer as the alarm continued to blare.  'Stolen car.'  He sighed and shook his head as Glenn pulled into camp with a bright red Challenger, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

'Turn it off!'  Shane hollered at him as he rushed over to the front of the car.  Glenn raised his shoulders and shook his head, signaling that he had no idea how to.  

'Pop the damn hood!'  Shane slammed his hands down on the hood as Glenn reached back into the car.  The hood released and Shane quickly hauled it up and searched for the fuse box.  A few moments later the alarm silenced and everyone stared at Glenn as Shane stepped to him.

'You have any idea how stupid that was?!  You rang the damn dinner bell for every walker in the area!'  He shoved Glenn’s chest causing him to stumble back against the car.

'No, I think we’re alright actually.'  Dale said from behind us.  Shane’s head snapped in his direction, a look of disbelief on his face.  Dale shrugged his shoulders.  'It was echoing all over the hills.  There’s no way to pin point where it was coming from.’

Shane shook his head and huffed as he stepped off from Glenn.  A moment later Amy pushed past me as the white box truck came up the path into camp.  'Andrea?'  She asked frantically as Morales exited the passenger side of the truck.  He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.  'She’s fine.'  As the words left his mouth Andrea came out of the back of the truck and Amy ran to her, throwing her arms around her sister.  

'Daddy!'  Squeals and laughter came from Morales’ kids as he went to them, kneeling down and embracing them.  I smiled through the pain that stabbed at my heart as I felt a strong hand on my shoulder give me a gentle squeeze.  I glanced up at Daryl, standing at my side,  his blue eyes piercing me with a heartfelt gaze.  I nodded and looked back as Lori lead Carl back from the group a few paces towards us.  She knelt down and took his hands as tears started falling down his red cheeks.  His chin quivering as he tried to gather himself.  

'Hey, new guy, come meet everyone.'  Morales spoke up and everyone’s eyes went back to the truck as a man wearing a sheriff uniform, the same as Shane’s, stepped out of the driver’s seat.  He stopped in his tracks, a mixed look of shock and relief on his face as Lori stood and Carl took off towards him.  

'Dad!'  Carl screamed as the man took a few steps and fell to his knees meeting him.  Everyone in the group gasped as they embraced and cried.

My knees felt weak…I felt numb as tears burned, threatening to break loose.  I went to turn towards my tent but Daryl’s arms quickly brought me in to his chest, his hand coming to rest on my head, holding me to him.

'salright,'  He said as I wrapped my arms around his waist, clutching the back of his shirt in my fists.  I fought back the pain and tears.  I hadn’t broken down over Garrett before and I wasn’t about to in front of everyone right now.  I had to be strong.  'We’ll find 'im, Cole.  I promise you.'  he rested his chin on top of my head as his hand played with my hair.  I pulled back from him after a moment, wiping the stray tears that had managed to escape.  I smiled up at him as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.

'Thanks.’

He smirked, lightly lifting my chin with his finger.  'Keep ya chin up, Rabbit.'  There was a pause between us, something changed in his eyes for a split second as he gazed at me…but just like that, it was gone.  He dropped his eyes quickly, clearing his throat and stepping a pace back from me.  'Let’s finish this deer.'  

***

We’d been working on the deer for a little while when Shane called from behind me.  'Daryl, can we talk a minute.’

We turned as Shane and the new guy, Rick, approached us.  I stayed back, continuing to work, as Daryl walked over to them.  They talked quietly at first and I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying when Daryl all of a sudden lost it.

'Yer tellin me,'  he screamed,  'that ya chained him to the roof, and ya’s just left him there?!’

My head snapped up in their direction and I shot to my feet.  They’d left Merle behind…

Daryl drew his knife after hearing what they’d done to his brother.  He lashed out and the three of them scuffled on the ground until Daryl was subdued.  Shane took the knife and released Daryl after a few minutes to storm off to our tents.  My heart was in my throat as I raced after Daryl.  Would he leave?  Go out on his own to rescue his brother?

'Daryl?'  I asked softly as I reached him.  He was pacing in front of my tent, his fists clenched at his sides.  His face was red as he glanced at me, not stopping his movements.  'Daryl…I’m…I’m so sorry.’

He just grunted, too angry to try and speak.  I stepped up in front of him, gripping his arms to stop him and try and calm him down.  I’d never seen him this upset and it scared me to see him like this.  I gently rubbed his upper arms with my thumbs, trying to reassure him.

'You’ll find him, Daryl.'  I said quietly as his gaze never left the ground.  'I heard them say that T-Dog chained the door before they left.  He’ll be okay, Daryl.’

His breathing began to even out and I gently squeezed his arms as he lifted his blue eyes to mine.  His face was still red but was slowly returning to a normal color.

'Thanks, Rabbit.’

I gazed at him, a little surprised.  I half expected him to holler at me giving the state he was just in.  

'Yer right,'  he sighed.  'Merle's a tough bastard…a survivor.  If anyone’s gonna make it outta that, he’d be the one….I know he’s an ass, but…’

'He’s still your brother, your blood.  I get it.'  I gave his arm another squeeze before I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him tightly against me.  'No matter what happens, Daryl…I’m still here.'  I felt his arms snake around my waist as he leaned into my embrace.  'I may not be your blood, but we’re family and I’m not leaving you.’

He tightened our embrace before releasing me, leaning back to smirk at me.  'Thanks.’

***

I woke the next morning and Daryl had already left with a group to go save Merle.  I made my way out of my tent and joined the rest of the group for breakfast.  Everyone was pretty quiet, just mindless chatter.  Lori was worried about Rick going off again as soon as he’d just returned to them.  I understood her hesitation, but I also wondered how things were going to move forward from here, with her being involved with Shane and everything.

All of a sudden shouts from the woods broke the conversation in camp.  Lori looked worriedly at me and I quickly gathered Carl and Sophia as she and others tore off in the direction Shane had yelled from.  I kept my voice even and as cheerful as I could so the kids would stay calm.  I held them both on my lap, each on a knee, as I sat on the log next to the fire pit, gently stroking their backs as they looked anxiously at the woods.  

Everyone returned a few minutes later, Shane practically dragging Jim behind him.  He had apparently been digging graves up on the hill, rambling about some dream he had and how we were all going to die.  Shane had no choice but to tie Jim to a tree to stop his manic behavior.

***

Later that night, the group gathered around the campfire.  I chose to join everyone as we all waited for the others to return from the city with Merle.  This was the first time since being with the group that I’d felt alone.  Would Daryl even come back?  Would Merle be so pissed off from being left behind, that he and Daryl would just split and leave me here?

Jim had calmed down and seemed to have come to his senses after a while, so Shane had untied him and let him join everyone at the campfire.  The conversations picked up and I began to relax some, pushing my worried thoughts aside as we waited for everyone to return.  I stared into the fire, chewing on my thumbnail when a scream erupted from behind me, piercing through my thoughts.  I turned to see Amy at the RV door, a walker biting into her neck as blood poured from her.  I stood instantly, grabbing my knife from my side, ready to move toward the walker on her when more screams came from the group.  I looked and my heart nearly stopped as more walkers emerged from the woods.

Everyone sprung into action.  Shane quickly put Lori and Carl behind him, drawing the others into a tight group away from the incoming corpses.

'Cole!'  He called to me over the screams from the group.  I met his gaze and he tossed a handgun to me.  I caught it and sheathed my knife, turning towards the walkers.  I zoned in and began firing, but they seemed to be never ending as more and more kept entering the camp.

'Shane!'  I yelled as I began retreating towards the RV, continuing to fire at any walkers that came close to me.  My heart pounded in my ears and my breath left my lungs as I pulled the trigger again.

Click.

Time seemed to slow when my heart lurched into my throat as I realized the gun was empty.  I shoved the threat of despair down and tossed the gun aside, gripping my knife once again and moved.

I sidestepped the rotting arms reaching for me, driving my knife into their skulls.  The shouts and screams around me dulled as I spun, kicking walkers back from me so I had a better angle to stab.  

I lost track of time and my surroundings, adrenaline flowing in full force as I focused in on the threat when gunfire came from the woods behind the walkers.  My eyes shot to the treeline, desperately tying to see in the darkness when Daryl, Rick and the others came barreling through the trees.

I saw Daryl’s gaze searching the camp as he called for me.  I went to call back to him, but I was quickly tackled from behind.  I landed hard on my stomach, my knife flying from my hand.  I screamed as I managed to wriggle onto my back, desperately trying to keep the ravenous teeth from catching me.  I reached one hand out, searching the ground around me for my knife when an arrow whirled inches from my face and embedded into the walker’s skull.  I grunted as it fell on top of me, it’s dead weight pressing down on me when I was suddenly being pulled back from under it by my armpits.  Daryl pulled me up to my feet and ran his hands across my shoulders, neck and back, his gaze searching for any injuries or bites.  I spun to face him and shook my head.

'I’m good.'  I said breathlessly as he handed me my knife.  He nodded and we moved instantly with our backs against each other as we continued to defend the group.

The attack was over as quickly as it had begun.  Walker corpses and the bodies of those we lost were scattered over the campsite.  My mind was numb as I looked over towards the RV to see Andrea crouched over Amy, screaming for her.  I felt my knees weaken as the adrenaline wore off and reached for Daryl.  His arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me upright as I leaned into his side.

I’d retreated to my tent after exhaustion began to take over.  I wanted to help the group with gathering the dead, but I had begun to stumble and fall to my knees.  Daryl sent me off, assuring me that he’d meet me in a bit and that I should try and get some sleep.  But that wasn’t going to happen.  How could I sleep after this?  I sat in the middle of my tent, my arms wrapped around my knees as I stared at the floor.

I heard footsteps approach and stop outside a little while later.

'Ya awake, Rabbit?'  Daryl said softly.  I shifted and unzipped the tent door letting him crawl inside next to me.

He placed his crossbow to the side and turned to face me.

'Ya alright?'  His eyes scanned over me in the dim light of the moon permeating the tent.  'Yer not hurt or anythin?’

I shook my head.  'Nah, I’m okay.'  I said as I looked over at him.  'Merle?’

Daryl dropped his gaze and shook his head.  'Nah.  He wasn’ there.  Bastard cut his hand off to escape.’

I sighed and dropped my head to rest on my forearms, tears beginning to fall as my chest shuddered as everything from today caught up to me.

Daryl reached and pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as I turned and buried my face into his chest. 

’s'alright.'  He said as his hand gently rubbed my back.  I felt his fingers run through my hair as he leaned his head down onto mine.  'I realized somethin tonight.' 

I pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, questioning.  His blue eyes catching the low light illuminating the tent.

'When tha’ walker was on ya.'  He paused, his eyes not leaving mine.  'Hearin ya screamin.  I thought…I thought I’d lost ya.’

My heart dropped to my stomach as I reached up and cupped his cheek, 'But you didn’t.  You saved me.  I’m alive because of you, Daryl.'  I brushed my thumb over his stubble as he brought his hand up to gently grasp my wrist.

'It scared the hell outta me, Cole.'  His eyes bore into me with an intensity I hadn’t seen from him before.  'Yer all I got in this fucked up world now.  I can’t lose ya.  I won’t.'  

My breath hitched as he swiftly leaned in, his lips crashing against mine in a fervent, hungry kiss.

[discordant-daydreams]

valkyrie rosin: enter

i had done this for school about one of my ocs i have been trying to develop since 2013 but turns out i didn’t need to. I’m posting it here so it was worth it also because i am proud of it! please enjoy! 

I had been napping. It was a hot summer day, well it was spring but it felt more like summer, and I had nothing better to do. Napping was always interesting. Whenever i napped i had dreams, No not dreams, nightmares. They were always the same thing, my village was being destroyed. I always wake up panicking and honestly who wouldn't. I've talked to others about it and they always say that it's just my internal fear of becoming leader of our village but that feels wrong. I feel it is a warning like someone telling me something bad is going to happen. In the dream an evil shadowy man with glowing red eyes is destroying the village. At the end he always says i told you. Today was no different.

“Val! Wake up! We’re gonna have another race and you are still the winner!” i hear my older brothers voice. We are a race of shifters, a species that looks human but can transform into two other species, and i can become a horse or swan hence the name valkyrie. My brother a bear and a wolf. He hasn't gotten a name yet and he doesnt really want one. We are given normal names at birth, mine being rosin his being beamard but id rather valkyrie. So many people struggle on remembering how to say rosin that its just easier to go with valkyrie. I groan in annoyance and get up.

“You know I’m going to win if you allow the use of abilities, right? I can become a horse!”

“Yeah but eric is gonna join us today”beamard remarks with a smirk

“Oh no,” my brother laughs pats my shoulders and walks to the location

“So you have the same dream?” he says with genuine worry. I frown and nod. There's a silence for a while as we make our way towards the venue. My brother gives the normal rundown of rules. No inflicting pain on another, no cheating, yada yada yada. We start to take on our fastest forms and i notice hesitation on my brothers face.he glances towards me and forces a smile and mouths that he is fine. I raise an eyebrow and stay guarded.

Me and bee have been talking a lot about the history of our species and how it has been forgotten. We used to be able to shift into anything but we had to know the species very well and practice. We used to use it just to change our appearance slightly or prepare for battles and such but some wanted more. Our village got greedy and tried to learn any species possible so we could have the upper hand and the humans didn't like that. They never liked us because we are different but i get that. I understand how it feels. Some species scare me and my first reaction is to react unfavorably so i understand if they want to attack us. The humans asked us to agree to learning no more identities and we accepted it well reluctantly. My parents didn't like having their freedom taken away and neither did I when i learned.

My brother takes on the form of a wolf, Eric a falcon and me well i did something different. I tried a thoroughbred horse instead of a friesian. I probably would have been stopped had i not waited till the last minute. The cap gun goes off and we took off. I knew i was doing the wrong thing but man the adrenaline i was feeling was unreal. It was amazing. We all make it to the end but i zoomed to the finish line last minute and won. I was cheering having my own celebration but no one else was cheering.

“Ah c’mon guys don’t be sore losers it was only a-”

“Rosin how could you! You know that's forbidden! Are you trying to get us killed!” beamards shouts as he grabs my shoulders shaking me. The terror he is feeling was tangible and i looked up at him frowning.

“I-i thought it would be fine if it was just a different breed im sorry… im sorry! I don't want to get you killed! Im sorry!” as i begin to cry beamard softens and realizes he reacted harshly.

“Im sorry val i just worry i don't want anything to happen to you and honestly they wouldn't punish an entire village for an 8 year old’s curiosity.” somethign about the way he spoke felt fake and wrong but i just brushed it off and ignore it. we hug and our friends declare me the winner again. I convince them to all go out for ice cream by saying bee would treat them. He frowns and says fine and i laughs. Everything is nice and fun again and after ice cream w get home for dinner with our family. My parents seem oddly serious and beamard steps behind me. Dad nods at beamard and sighs.

“We know beamard you don't have to say anything i want you two to grab your dinners and go to the basement.” beamard nods and grabs our plates and heads off nudging me forward. I stand firm and glare at my father.

“No i will not! All day everyone has been acting.. Off? Weird? I cant describe it! Whatever it is im tired of it! Stop leaving me out!” beamard just quietly says please as i yell at my parents. Was it wrong of me to yell probably. Had i known what i know now would i have yelled? I wish i could say no but knowing myself the answer is still, probably. My father and mother kneel in front of me and frown grabbing my hands and say,

“Sweetie i know you want answers but please you have to trust us. We will be joining you two in the basement soon!” i frown, nod, and hug them and follow beamard to the basement. We eat our dinner in silence both too worried to speak. I suddenly remember my dream as it plays back in my head and i start crying as i realize.

“Beamard? The humans, they are trying to exterminate us aren't they?” he looks at me shocked but then nods and gestures for me to come over. I do and we huddle together hopeing for the best. “So my dream was correct… that really sucks.” i try so hard to keep my emotions under control but its hard. We hear screams outside and magic. we feel rumbling as homes are destroyed. The home we knew for years being reduced to ruble. The village i was to lead some day, no more. Everything we knew was being ripped from our grasp just because humans don't understand. Beamard looks down at me frowning.

“Rosie please don't hate the human. Please promise me you will stay open minded with them. Not all of them are terrible. Not all of them intend to destroy those they are confused about. Please keep your kind loving heart and promise me if anything were to happen to me that you wont change. That you wont let the hatred consume you. Please remember that i love you-” the door blasts open and a short winged humanoid comes in. they are wearing a cloak so we are unable to see what they look like but they are pale almost pinkish in hue. The vibes they give off are feelings of unsatiable blood lust and a hunger for violence. They send chills up my spine and i have the urge to run away. My brother grabs me and runs to the farthest corner of the room where he left his sword. I hiss through my teeth. Why didnt he have his sword on him? I draw my sword and approach “rosin no!” beamard jumps in front of my his sword clattering to the ground. There is a bright indigo light and it goes through my brother and reaches me. I an feel a searing pain from my left shoulder down to my hip and i wince, gritting my teeth. As i look forward to check on my brother all i can see is a pile of glittering crystals where my brother once was. I lose my composure for a moment and weep, collapsing where i stand, nd then regain it tearing off the crystals forming where the wound is.

“You arent a normal 8 year old are you? Youve prepared for this.” the person says with an unsusual voice. Its higher and friendly. One you would here and think of an innocent childlike individual. “A normal 8 year old would have been too afraid of the danger let alone the threat of death. They did warn me that you are an intelligent individual but i thought that meant for an 8 year old.”

“Yeah well you don't know our species then.” i get up draw my sword careful to make sure they arent looking and charge at them driving my sword through their middle and then using a match to light their wings. I didnt expect it to do much but they panicked and managed to break their wing. I oull my sword out and run away. As i am running i see the village i once knew. It was on fire. The cause? A grey dragon whose face was the angriest ive seen. The dragon made eye contact with me and it seemed to be appologizing. I run into the forest leaving a trail of blood. I find a cave and settle down when i hear a voice. The voice of a child about my age.

“Hi there my name is uh alex, we’ll go with that, um why are you in my cave?” i frown out of it.

“My village was just destroyed can you not see?” the child pauses and smirks. The smirk makes me go cold

“Oh yeah i forgot. I did warn you though.”

[constel-langst-ions]

Hide, Hide, Hide P.2

@langst-is-fine yeah heres ur part 2, Im getting carried away with this fic so have another chapter.

Warnings: Physical & Sexual abuse mention

—

Lance collapsed on his bed in the Garrison, his bag packed with no more than a few belongings already put in the closet.

The door opened, and Lance screamed, heart thudding out of his chest. He jumped and sat on his bed, hand over heart, eyes wide. He stared into large, terrified eyes.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you? Oh gosh.” The boy, a bigger one, fretted.

“No, Im sorry. I didn’t know I had a roommate. It’s cool, man.” Lance soothed the boy.

“The name’s Lance.”

“Hunk.” The boy smiled gently.

“So, we’re roommates, I suppose.” Lance chuckled, laying back down. That would be the start of a great friendship.

—

Now they were in space. Lance marveled at the size, entranced. But it terrified him endlessly, with all the loud noises. He overcame it by being loud instead, talking over whatever scared him.

Too bad he couldn’t talk over his teammates, especially Shiro, who’s commanding and loud voice scared him close to a panic atttack.

Especially when he yelled. Particularly at Lance.

He had his worst attack in years shortly after a mission gone wrong.

Pidge had lost her intel because Lance, who was guarding her, had been knocked off his perch by sentries.

Hunk and Keith had barely made it out alive before the ship exploded, Lance having just grabbed Pidge and rushing out to Blue and Black, the only lions taken, as it was supposed to be an easy mission.

Shiro had yelled at Lance for minutes, drilling into him about every possible intrusive thought that had invaded Lance’s mind.

He didn’t care that Lance was shaking. That he begged Shiro to please stop yelling. How he cried. How the team watched, unable to move.

Shiro lifted his arm without thinking, meaning to give Lance a simple slap on the arm.

He didn’t expect the quivering the boy to let out a scream of pure terror and fall back onto his rear, desperately scrambling away from the threat in front of him.

Shiro and the paladins stared, dumbfounded, the Alteans watching closely behind.

Realization clicked onto Lance’s face, and he jumped up, running out of the bridge.

The team looked at eachother, jaws dropped.

—

It took them an hour to find Lance. When they finally did, he was in the kitchen, sitting at the table. He had his head down on his arms, resting on the tabletop.

The second the door opened, he flinched hard and let out a muffled noise of fear. It broke all their hearts.

They sat around him and the table, and Keith leaned to grab Lance’s hand.

Lance yelped instead, yanking his arm away. He glared, glared, at Keith. And hissed. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Keith pulled his hand back, shocked.

Shiro not catching the memo, grabbed Lance’s shoulder. The smaller boy screeched from the sudden contact behind him, jumping up and knocking his chair back.

“Dont touch me, please!” He pleaded to them, fists clenched on his own shirt.

Lance sat down again. “Please.” He put his head in his hands, his elbows on the table.

Coran sat across from him. “Care to tell us about what happened, m'boy?” He asked, voice solemn.

Lance went dead silent, before nodding.

“My dad used to hit my mom. He only yelled at me, never physically hit me. When I waa four, he hit hit her with a glass bottle.” He was quiet for a moment, scaring the others. “Over the head. I called the cops. He got arrested and put in prison. She died a few days later.”

“My aunts and uncles didn’t want me so I got put into the foster care system. I was in my first home for 3 or 4 years, I cant remember. It was good. I loved my foster parents. When I was 8, they had to put me back, cause they lost their jobs.”

“I got put it another home, with my sisters Lynn and Valeria, and my brother Elias. It was fine, for the first few months. Nora worked alot and Bryson worked from home. He was always with us.”

Lance ran his fingers through his hair. “Then he started taking Lynn, she was 16, into rooms. By themselves. She wouldn’t tell us what happened but Valeria and Elias knew. I didn’t.” Lance took in a shuddering breath.

“I didn’t understand until he took me the first time. Lynn begged him not to, but he hit her. I didn’t want her to get hurt so I did what he said. I dont.. wanna talk about that. He did it a few times, until I was 12. The he just hit me. Lynn had left a bit before that.”

“I learned makeup when I was 14, cause Nora didn’t know Bryson hurt us and she was so nice. I didn’t want to ruin her relationship. Valeria and Elias left too, without a second thought. Left me alone with him.” Lance’s shoulders shook, him telling the experience obviously shaking him.

“I got accepted into the Garrison on a full scholarship. It was my only option, and I just barely qualified. Had I not gotten the scholarship, I probably wouldn’t be making it.” Lance rubbed his eyes, tears still silently running.

“So, please, dont touch me. I cant stand it. I’ve been pushed nearly to panic attacks multiple times because people dont listen.”

Lance started to look angry, scaring the others. “I wasn’t believed when I tried to tell my story to get help. God, no one believed me. I couldn’t get the home I needed.”

“So here I am. A teen with touch aversion. Some kid who’s just so pathetic. I can’t.. I can’t do this. I cant be with people who dont believe me.” He had started sobbing at one point.

“I’m not okay. Not at all. I didn’t get the help, and even if I did, It’d still take years to recover.”

“I just want to feel normal. Is that too much to ask for?” Lance looked up at Shiro, eyes round and glazed over. They were puffy and red.

“Lance, hey, it’s okay. We’ll help you, here, in space. When we get back to Earth, which we will, we’ll help you get the help you need.” Shiro reached to touch him, then pulled back. “Please dont be afraid to talk to us.” He gave a tentative smile.

Pidge and Hunk smiled at him.

“Movie night?” Allura suggested, beaming. “I mean, Lance, you dont have to sit right by us, but it’d be nice. We’ll respect your choices.”

Keith nodded in agreement.

Coran too.

Lance let out a wet laugh, wiping his eyes. “Yeah, I love you guys.”

“Thank you for believing in me.”

—

[queernuck]

i just keep ending up in situations where i have to like, come to terms with the fact that it seems like my parents love me less than my siblings, and are willing to show it and vocalize it or at the very least do not care if i realize it as such

like, my sister’s boyfriend was raised a Detroit fan across sports despite being from New Jersey, so she got tickets for Giants/Lions on MNF for his birthday and like, that’s a sweet gift! i appreciate that gift a lot, it’s really cute especially since we’re a Giants family and couples going to games to root for different teams is honestly really adorable unless it’s across some rivalry lines

but when i asked how it was paid for because like, NFL tickets aint cheap, my mom said that it was with the money she earned from her internship over the summer, an internship where she was taken on full time and paid a pretty good wage. as far as i can tell got to keep most, if not all, of what she made there. 

same shit with my brother and his work over the summer, same shit with him never addressing that he basically hoped my parents would overlook $1,300 that he and his girlfriend never intended to pay back to them, same shit!

like last summer, when i complained about not wanting to take more hours and he was an emotionally abusive fucker about it? he brought up work/study and working at school and from what I can tell he actually gets like, money to use out of it! 

meanwhile my paychecks may as well not exist. i remember before my parents started doing all of this shit, before it got REALLY bad, when I was first depositing checks, I tried keeping track of how much was in my account at a time and my mom objected, as if it were arbitrary. or the time where I asked my dad if, from my paychecks that he was cashing and keeping in his account, he could put some into mine to take out. i asked him a couple times, he said he would. he never did. it was a very odd lie in that it was so mundane, so useless, and yet made so casually that it was just...how things were. how things are. the patterns of behavior they show are so strangely tied not only into abuse, but into an awareness of that abusive tendency. my dad has, in the past few weeks, on two occasions referred to me in an attempted gender-neutral language. But only to people who know that he misgenders me. Outside of that, he’s perfectly comfortable introducing me by my deadname, he would not imagine doing anything else. 

im scared. i’m scared of my mom, because she seems like she has been getting more and more hostile towards me. i’m scared of my dad because his clumsy attempts at not being a giant transmisogynist are contained within a larger framework of repulsive, violent thinking and the small things he does in relative private, performative displays of acceptance, do nothing to outweigh the bullshit he has done and continues to do. they scare me, they fucking terrify me. i hate being around them, i hate talking to them, i nearly had a breakdown last night when my mom forcefully closed the car door while getting out because the noise made me scared.

i can at the very least acknowledge that I broke their rules, that much is true. I broke their rules, I fucked up and did poorly in school, I had a fucking breakdown in the process of that but I have since shown myself to be a rather good student in certain circumstances. I try hard and do well at work, and I even do my best to abide by their bullshit. it really shouldn’t be a surprise to them that i would eventually turn to drugs all considered. like, between all of the structures of violence im articulated within?

i feel terrible, i feel so fucking terrible that ive gotten my girlfriend caught up in my life, my bullshit, they’ve made me feel horrible for it and i do, i do, i do. i wish it wasnt like that but it is, and i feel like utter shit. they know that, they leverage it whenever they can. they violated my privacy and continue to let me know that i should not expect anything other than abuse at every opportunity.

i feel terrible for her, terribly worried that i take away from time with her partner, that i make her less able to be a friend or to love others, that I am nothing worth saving and that since she is among the strongest tethers i have to this world, it would be better for me to die, to cut it and stop pulling her this way. i know she is too kind, too good, loves me too much to cut herself away from me, and ideally i would be able to give her as much space as she needs from me, we would be bound by that red string of fate all the while, and even ideally i can imagine that, i can love as if that is how it were, i love her no matter what or when or how and i do want her to be happy. i dont want this to be a threat, or to be anything like that. it isnt an attempt to mend a failing relationship, but to make one where she is already an incredible partner, where we already DO have an incredible love between us better by making myself into an image, into a body of adoration, someone to be venerated and canonized rather than a horrid living person like i am right now.

one less mouth to feed, one less series of schoolings to pay for, one more room opened up in a cramped house. one less ticket needed for an Isles game. one fewer voice yelling at the Browns, one less shithead going on about a duo-deconstruction of the violence in Madoka or reading Bakemonogatari against itself in a desperate attempt to save its characters from the horrid people who treat them like the narrative does. one less asshole misreading Deleuze.

fuck it.

[axelsagewrites]

"How Do You Love Someone" Magnus Bane

Ashley Tisdale Lyrics

Warnings----Swearing, implied sex, implied abuse/rough family life

Hi! My names (y/n) and I’m 97….. yeh I’m a vamp sooo yeah. I was turned at 17 in the late 1930s. My parents knew because my mum was a mundane with the sight and my dads brother was a werewolf.

Momma never told me how to love

They hated each other. They both blamed themselves at first when I was turned.

Daddy never told me how to feel

Even before that they weren't close. There marriage was a mistake.

Momma never told me how to touch

They never hugged, kissed or would even sleep in the same bed.

Daddy never showed me how to heal

After I was turned dad stopped talking to me as much because what his brother told him about vampires.

Momma never set a good example

Dad was away more and more on business trips or at political meetings so Mom  went out a swell. She started sleeping around and got the name town slut. Also because I didn't go out during the day (because duh) they thought I was dead. They said my mom killed me when she was drunk or that id moved away pregnant. That hurt because now it was physically impossible.

Daddy never held momma's hand

When dad got back he never talked to mom.  It was like they were strangers who shared a kid.

Momma found everything hard to handle

Mom would scream at him for anything cause she was always drunk. She would yell at me for everything. If I folded a shirt wrong or she had a crease on her dress she would break down crying.

Daddy never stood up like a man

Dad was enlisted in ww2. He didn't want to but had no choice. When he left he didn't even say goodbye. My mom had to work in the factories and I was alone all day in the house and had to go out to feed at night.  My father tried to desert the army and was killed. When my mom got the letter she was happy to be free of him and moved. She left me behind though.

I've walked alone, broken I didn't know what to do. It was getting harder for me to hide the fact that I was feeding of villagers. I found another vampire named Camille in the 1950s and she offered me passage to her clan in new york. Emotionally frozen I went with her and didn't talk to any of the other vampires. One night in the 60s a fledgling I had barely spoken to invited me out to the pandemonium. Getting it on I decided to go to try find some form of love or even just friendship. I went every night with these fledglings and later on with other vamps. Every night I would hook up with someone new. I just wanted to feel loved or wanted. Getting it wrong It didn't work. If anything it made me lonelier. Even though I would ‘talk’ to people of every gender and species (apart from werewolves) but I was to scared to get close to them.

How do you love someone Without getting hurt I didn't have any close friends because every other friendship had went badly. How do you love someone Without crawling in the dirt My first and only (boy/girl)friend had cheated on me and had left me in the middle of nowhere 10 minutes before the sun was to rise. So far in my life Clouds have blocked the sun How do you love, how do you love someone How do you love, how do you love someone

I was always the chosen child The biggest scandal I became I was kind of notorise in New York and Brooklyn clubs because of how often I was there. I was invited to one of Magnus Bane’s parties and thought I might as well go. They told me I'd never survive But survival's my middle name “Oh (y/n) is that you?” I turned around to see the fae that had cheated on me and to fry. “Oh hey, (Lillian/Lawrence)(fem/male)” I grimaced walking away. “I assumed you were dead” they shouted over the crowd gathering attention. I turned around and glared at them walking back, mad. “Wouldn't blame you. I mean you did leave me in the middle of a fucking field 10 minutes before the sun rose. Im bloody lucky I didn't fry!” They laughed looking down then they looked at me dead in the eyes “You didn't die then but anyone who has met you thinks that you wont survival much longer. Your not capable enough.” “Fuck you” “Don’t forget I cant lie” they smirked. By this point we had gathered a small crowd. The fae and werewolves were all behind him backing him up and anyone else was just watching. “Maybe not but your manipulating bitch.” I spat at them. My whole body felt hot even though it was impossible and I was clenching my jaw and fists. “You act tough but I doubt that you've ever been in a fight” he walked closer and his entourage was egging him on. I walked in closer as well, only about a feet apart. We now had the attention of most of the party and Magnus was just starting to notice. “Want to try huh” I shoved him and people behind him moved back “Fucking try it. Im done with your shit so either hit me or a drain you dry” I yelled the first part but the last threat came out as a deadly whisper. He just smirked looked past my shoulder and said barely audible “Try it” As I bared my fangs about to lunge at him a wave of magic flew me to the side and bellowed “ENOUGH”. I was lying against the wall and quickly sat up. “What is going on here?” the glittery man demanded “Well?” “The vamp threatened me and went to attack me”  (Lillian/Lawrence)(fem/male) Spoke calmly. Magnus looked at me then at them when he added “I cant lie” The warlock looked at me “Out. Oh and next time don't drink as much”

I've walked alone, hoping Just barely coping Getting it on Getting it wrong I looked at him in slight confusion, I hadn't drunk anything since my mothers abuse. Not a drop. “You heard me, out and sober up before you think of coming to another one of my parties.” I just looked down in disbelief and lightly laughed. I got up and started walking to the door, the fae and werewolves looked at me in disgust. Other vamps in shame and warlocks in sheer unamusement. They thought it was me. Right as I grabbed the door handle to open the door I turned round and looked at the man and said “Its a good thing you cant have kids.” How could someone be a father without listening to both sides of a story? I slammed the door and left.

How do you love someone Without getting hurt How do you love someone Without crawling in the dirt So far in my life Clouds have blocked the sun How do you love, how do you love someone How do you love, how do you love someone I got back to the hotel dummort went to my room. Later on after the sun had risen and vamps were trapped inside Raphael burst into my room. He was the only person I had considered a friend in the last 50 years and what he said broke me. “you need to leave” I looked up at him from were I lay reading on my bed and said “what? Why?” Quietly laughing thinking it was a joke. “You cant stay here after what you did at Magnus’s” “That fae started it!” I stood up defensisvley. No one would even ask what I had to say about it. “Its what you said that's the issue,” I looked down remembering what I had said “after the sun sets you have to leave.” I packed up as much as I could into a backpack. I had nowhere to go and a crushing time limit. When night fell I walked to the exit to see Raphael standing there with his arms crossed. Other vampires were there, some out of anger because of way I did/say and some just to watch as I was tossed out. I just looked at him and silently nodded walking out. Why would I even try to stay if he hated me? For the next few nights I slept around just so I would have somewhere to stay when the sun was out. I went to the pandemonium 1 week after being evicted from the hotel. I had my backpack on and was walking around trying to find someone horny enough to let me stay over when I saw Magnus sitting on a couch with 5 empty cocktail glasses. I froze when I saw him. I knew if I wanted to be able to move on id have to talk to him. As if sensing someone was watching him he looked at me and stood up, walking over. “You” he said as if I had just murdered his whole family. “You” I responded with an icy glare. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to a room in the back. “What type of stunt was that back at my party?” he asked “what did you mean its good I cant have children?” “I mean you have to listen to both sides with kids,” I responded looking awing from him “its the same with adults. You need both sides of the story.” “You started the fight why would I need to ask you what happened?” “Because he egged me on,” I snapped, voice raised. He flinched a little. “He left me to die and was tormenting me. Then you had the audacity to say that I was drunk. I haven't drunk in 80 damn years. Not after what it did to my family” I yelled. My chest was heavy and then my eyes widened.

It's hard to talk “What did it do to your family?” he asked softly but still in his normal volume. To see what's deep inside My eyes started watering as I remembered what it did to my mom. It's hard to tell the truth “Nothing” I whispered When you've always lied “it dosnt seem like nothing” I burst out crying at they words. I leaned against the wall and slid down it. After about 5 minutes he spoke “You should probably go. The sun will be up soon so I'll make you a portal.” “I have nowhere to go.” “You can stay with me” he softly said down to me slightly smiling. How do you love someone Without getting hurt How do you love someone Without crawling in the dirt So far in my life Clouds have blocked the sun How do you love, how do you love someone I stayed at his that day and just lay there doing nothing. As soon as the sun left I went to walk out. “Where are you going?” he asked. I just looked down. “alright” he huffed slightly “but come back before the suns out” I left in silence. I couldn't stay, I didn't know what he was planing but I didn't trust it. No one was just nice to me.

How do you love someone And make it last How do you love someone (love someone) I did the same the I had always done and crashed at a ransoms house. I was all alone in the house when a portal appeared and Magnus came through, “Where the hell have you been? I thought you whether coming back.” “There was no point, you didn't want me there” I lied “How could you know that? I was just trying to be nice to you. Maybe even become friends.” he asked angrily. Without tripping on the past So far in my life “We cant be friends.” More lies, truth is I didn't know how to love or be friends with some one. I was too scared to try. “Why not?” Clouds have blocked the sun How do you love, how do you love someone How do you love, how do you love someone, someone

“I don't know how to alright,” silent tears came out as I yelled. He looked at me in shock “I don't know how to be friends with some one. Im always scared their going to die or leave or hurt me like (Lillian/Lawrence)(fem/male). My mom was a drunk and my dad hated me. I don't know how to love some one and I cant feel a damn thing! Why do you think I sleep with so many strangers? Its the only love I know.” I yelled with all my pent up aggression. “Let me teach you,” he whispered, grabbing my hands “Let me show you how to feel again.”

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