#she loses her shit at me for being ungrateful for her help

[asteria-argo]

i'm so ready for today to be fucking over

[journey-to-the-attic]

thot..... its unlikely ik gets out of seven sin things in a row totally fine right? hear me out. what if being in all their inner worlds like that 'stained' her with their sins somehow. so ik gets like an overload of the entire thing?

idk im just rlly over mc constantly and thanklessly doing the most for the brothers in nb so i want ik to get some of that good hurt/comfort too 😭

i really can't tell if you're calling me a thot or if that's your way of writing 'thought'... but, anyway-

yess [rubbing hands together evilly] this is good fodder for angst!! i think it could mix with the idea that being in the past is also taking a toll on her in a more direct and tangible way - like mc and solomon beginning to lose their magic (though... they seem to have forgotten about that in recent lessons??)

i feel like what happened with lucifer during his own Sin Thing probably was a triggering factor... i've said before that ik just kinda goes through nb with a very "fuck it we ball" attitude, because the only way she can cope with the stress of the whole situation is to be super happy-go-lucky about it - and it's been alright so far, because the brothers have taken well to her, but it's not like there aren't moments (especially early on) where she's treated kinda poorly

it'll be better by the time the sin stuff all happens, but all the same ik's kind of on her last nerve, so lucifer snapping on her is just the last straw. of course, at the time, she managed to pull herself together long enough to resolve the situation - and lucifer did immediately go "shit" and start trying to salvage things - but then things kinda got lost with lucifer being 'cured', so i don't think ik really recovered

the 'sin staining' thing is a super cool idea! it makes sense too, since i see the brothers 'inner worlds' as a sort of snapshot of their soul at that point - their deepest thoughts made physical - so it makes sense that ik would be affected by entering them during the Sin Stuff, since i figure there'd be high concentrations of that dark energy or something

i'm not yet completely sure on how her symptoms would manifest, though... i imagine all seven sins combining would make for an absolute mess of emotions, so when she crashes, she crashes hard. might be an opportunity for her to just go genuinely unhinged - constant swinging between moods, between painful clarity, where she's begging for help, and incoherent delirium, where she's so lost in her own head that she doesn't know the difference between hurting herself and taking care of herself

she gets a concentrated dose of each other the brothers' own emotions that led to their own Sin Thing (which i shall henceforth call their singularity, aren't i clever), which would mix with her own anguish about being trapped in the wrong time - plus she'd probably be beating herself up for being 'ungrateful, or else about the sort of things the seven deadly sins would make you think

solomon would probably have to just put her to sleep for her own safety.... i don't think the brothers could just pull the same inner world trick ik used to help them, either, because it's not just an ik thing, it's also all of THEIR things interfering and corrupting her mind. barbatos could do some weird time magic maybe????

[crazyunsexycool]

What would Ransom say if one day his mum was like "why are you so mean to everyone but y/n? I'm your mother you should treat me better and show me more respect than you do her"

Linda is a bitch and she really would say some shit like this! 🙄😡

So this became a drabble idk I’m really tired I shouldn’t be writing lol

I feel like Linda would do this when Ransom and reader are visiting Harlan. Ransom is more than a gentleman. He helps her take her coat off, pulls out her chair at the dinner table, makes sure she has whatever she needs to be comfortable during the visit. (He is so soft for her ugh!!!!)

It would be something like this:

Ransom is soft spoken with you, a lot of checking in, letting you know they can leave when you want. All that sort of stuff.

It makes Linda see red!!! She fucking hates it because she doesn’t get that from her husband or son. Why can’t she have a relationship like that?

Anyways…

I feel like they would be in the living room enjoying dessert and coffee. Ransom leans in and whispers something into your ear like “do you want more coffee thimble?”

You turn to look at him and smiles but shake your head and give him a small “thanks.”

“I don’t get this.” Linda motions to the two of you. “You’re such an ungrateful prick with your parents, we gave you everything, but you treat her better than you do any of us. Why? Why are you like this Ransom? We’re your family and I’m your mother you should show me some respect.”

Ransom throws his head back and laughs. He can feel your hand on his thigh and a small squeeze both as a comfort and request to not start a fight. But he doesn’t care, you’re more important to him than his mother.

“When you say you gave me everything are you referring to the verbal or physical abuse?”

“You son of a bitch.” She spits.

“You are right on that one.”

“Ran…” you say softly, trying to stop this from getting worse but the next words out of Linda’s mouth set him off.

“I don’t even know why you even talk to her. She’s the one that gave those kids up like the trash they are. She’s ruined this family by being a whore and trying to baby trap you. Can’t you see she only wants you for your money?”

“Eat shit Linda.”

That causes everyone to start going in on him but he doesn’t care. He stands, towering over everyone.

“You wanna know why I treat her with respect? It’s because she does the same for me. She cares about me and my well being. She loves me even when I’m an ungrateful prick. Y/N is a much better person than any of you will ever be. Her and our kids, that you forced us to give up are the best things in my life. So I will not tolerate any disrespect from anyone. You and Richard have been nothing but abusive pieces of shit and you’ll never get an ounce of respect from me.” By the time he’s done, Ransom is breathing heavy and his neck and face are red with rage.

No one in their right mind says anything. The tension is thick in the air and you move to stand at Ransom’s side. Your hand finds his and you tug him back until you’re both out of the room.

Upstairs in what used to be his old room, Ransom loses it. He grabs his old things and just throws them against the wall until they break. You stand outside and let him calm down for a moment. Once the breaking has subsided you open the door slowly and poke your head in. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes cast down and hands balled into fists sit on his thighs. You walk in slowly and stand between his legs, playing with the few strands of hair that fell forward.

“Even after all this time they still get to me, I hate them.” He says completed deflated.

“I’m sorry baby. You deserve better than that.”

“No I don’t. I’m not a great person, I’m not even a nice person. You’re the one who deserves better.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Yeah,” Ransom finally looks up at you. His eyes are red and puffy, a clear sign that he had been crying. “I’m an asshole, you deserve someone that is better than me.”

“Than be better, because I only want you.”

“You’re not expecting me to go and apologize right?”

“Fuck no, you’re mom’s a cunt. Besides I like being the one with the privilege of being on your good side. It’s nice and spacious here.”

He chuckles at that before you lean down and give him a chaste kiss. Ransom leans his head against your chest and wraps his arms around your waist.

Truth be told it didn’t matter if he was an asshole to everyone else or came off as rude to people. You knew who Ransom was under that unfazed exterior and as long as he was the soft sweet Ransom you’ve always known and love you didn’t care. Because he was yours

[thedemonicpup]

   Toxic Breathing

By Ripley Salem  

                         Chapter 5: Saving Blade 

 

   Addie was sitting in the secluded corner completely numb, thinking her best friend had sacrificed herself for them. She didn’t know what to do or think now. She had silent tears running down her face as she thought about what Nova did for them. Royal glances over checking on Addie as he knows that this that had just transpired is going to hurt her, his heart hurts for her knowing what Nova meant to her. Milah and Aether nosey around the shelves and refrigerators, they gather up a selection of different foods and drinks that were sparsely remaining with their arms full they make their way back over to Royal “Here, we found these. Will this do?” Milah speaks almost very eagerly to Royal, she was trying to impress him. Addie hears Milah’s eagerness to impress Royal. She may be at a point where she is numb but hearing this made her blood boil. Addie stands up and snaps. “Milah, now is not the time for that! Do you think this is a fucking game? My best friend just sacrificed herself to save us and you are flirting with Royal. What the hell is wrong with you?” Milah snaps her head over to Addie with a scowl “Bitch, I don’t know that girl and frankly, I couldn’t care less if she was your best friend! As Royal said he is single and I want in!”  Hearing Milah say this only pissed Addie off more. She storms over to Milah and slaps her across the face. “Listen here, you ungrateful bitch! Nova helped save your ass! So the least you could do is show some fucking respect!” Milah held her cheek that had a blistering pain soaring through it after Addie struck her, Royal decided to step in “Both of you knock it off! Milah I’m not interested in you so quit whilst you’re ahead, kissing my ass isn’t going to help your case. Addie, you need to gather your thoughts. I’m just as upset over Nova as you are but she did what she needed to and she died to save us. Think of it this way, what would Nova suggest in this situation?” Addie looks at Royal after losing her temper at Milah. She slowly starts to break down in tears. “She wouldn’t want us fighting each other. She would probably beat the shit out of me for what I just did.” Addie sadly laughs at the thought. She walks over to Royal and looks up at him. Addie wraps her arms around him seeking comfort from him after losing Nova. Royal is initially taken aback by this sudden affection from the distraught Addie but given he had an opportunity to be close to her he wraps his muscular arms around her giving her the comfort she requires. Royal chuckles softly “Yeah, she would. But that’s our Nova.” Aether places down the stuff he and his sibling had collected and smiles softly watching both Royal and Addie embracing, he looks over to his dumbfounded sister who is still holding her cheek “Sis, maybe you shouldn’t try and step on Addie’s toes.” 

   Addie stayed in Royal’s arms, feeling safe and at home. She still had tears rolling down her face. “I’m sorry I lost my temper. I just couldn’t take what Milah was doing and saying. I let my emotions take control of me and I lost it.” Royal holds Addie in his warm embrace and gives into his temptation. Softly pressing a comforting kiss to the top of Addie’s head “I know, I know. It isn’t me you have to apologise to Addie you know that.” Milah sits down on an overturned box rubbing her cheek as the stinging pain dulls, her brother sits down on the floor beside her. Addie couldn’t help the blush that crossed her face as she felt Royal kiss the top of her head. She laid her head on his chest and sighed. “I know, I need to apologise to Milah for slapping her.” Addie looks over at Milah, staying in Royal’s arms. “Milah, I’m sorry for slapping you and going off the way I did. I just couldn’t control myself after what happened to Nova.” Milah doesn’t respond to Addie just nods in acknowledgment, being struck like that, Milah had now formed a vendetta against Addie and she was going to sabotage her any way she could. Aether nudges his sister’s legs to prompt her, Milah side glances at Addie with a mean look in her eyes “Yeah. Whatever. I’m here with my brother to survive, not to make friends, and definitely not with you.” Aether interrupts his sister “I’m sorry, what my sister means is that she accepts your apology and we will work together without fighting right Milah?” Aether looks at his sister, and they both exchange conflicting looks to each other before Milah sighs “Yeah yeah, whatever he said” Royal shakes his head and keeps Addie firmly in his arms, in case this is going to blow up once more he knows what Addie was like. Addie sighs and closes her eyes. She tried to be the bigger person and apologise for her actions against Milah. But it was clear to her that Milah wasn’t going to accept it. “Look, Milah, I understand you don’t like me. I am trying to do right and apologise to you for what I did. I am not trying to make friends with you.” Milah narrows her eyes spitefully at Addie “I really couldn’t care what some rich kid says to me honestly, why don’t you go back home since you're clearly not from here?” Royal pipes up “Hey! Fuck that off right now, you don’t know Addie and she doesn’t know you. Just be civil with her and if you can’t then there’s the door.” Milah gets up and storms towards the door to her brother's disbelief before she could even grasp the door handle a loud knocking comes to the door startling Milah, and making her fall on her ass, Aether jumps and yelps to the noise and looks at Royal with widened eyes. Royal keeping hold of Addie looks to the door “Who is it?” he calls out. 

     “Open the fucking door! Don’t make me kick it down!” comes an all too familiar fiery voice.

( Special Thanks to @hellfirekitten86 for the grammatical stuff and help with addie's parts!)

[comatosebunny09]

So...this is me coming to your inbox with info about a fic. I've been working on this Kyojuro x oc fic called The Sacrifice. It's based off of a) my unwillingness to accept Kyo's canon fate, b) the idea of a higher power(s) deciding to intervene...(The prequel is called The Offering.) and c) my love of throwing ocs into terrible situations and new universes lol. Ultimately, it's a story about choices and the repercussions of them, about sacrifice and what we give for those we love, as well as one of dealing with guilt, longing and coming to terms with loss.

This is one of my fave scenes so far:

“Why did you engage with it? Taunt it?” Kit moves forward, already tired of this conversation. She drops down in the chair that she’s sat in for weeks. “My mouth cashed a cheque I had to deliver on.” That’s not the right phrase, but she ignores it. The confusion on his face makes it worth it. “I spoke without thinking. All I wanted was to keep the attention off of Cora.”  “You were nearly killed!” “In case you didn’t notice, I’m fine. You’re the one who was beaten down hard enough to knock you into a coma.”  “You were not meant to be there!”  Kit inhales sharply at the accusation. She knows that. She knows that so fucking well that it eats at her every day, every moment that she’s here. The frustration of losing function in her hand, at being forced to face the knowledge that this is wrong, burns through her. She stands up, shoving the chair back. “You sound pretty ungrateful considering I saved your ass!”  He frowns at her. “Your efforts were unneeded. You put yourself and others in danger with your actions.” “Are you kidding? Look at yourself. You’ve been asleep for weeks! You lost an eye! You got lucky that I showed up and got involved! If I hadn’t caused enough of a distraction, you would have died!”  "Then I should have died! As I was meant to!" The sound she lets out is somewhere between a scoff and a huff of laughter. "Wow. You have no idea, do you? Do you know how many people have thanked me for being there, for helping, all because it ensured that you lived? People I've never met before have thanked me. Your brother begged me to watch over you as you recover and you think you should have died? Out of everything I've heard about you, Rengoku-san, no one has said that you're selfish. I guess they are wrong.”

Hope you don't mind me sharing! I just love them and how they're both so stubborn and determined to protect the ones they care about (and getting annoyed that the other keeps throwing themselves into danger lol).

I swear I replied to this earlier this morning. I’m so mad. Anyways, like I was spazzing about before…

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!! I love when two idiots in love are hard headed and willing to risk it all to save each other. 😩😩😩🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾✨✨✨ I eat that shit for breakfast!!!

[fallinginthe-void]

Underneath the read more tab is a rant and vent. Just a warning in case your curiosity gets the better of yall

I got talked to at work yesterday because I've been having issues. A coworker snitched and said that I "yelled at him" for coming to the back of the store (the cashier can't leave the front unattended as it's a loss prevention issue). Note, I didn't yell at all. Yes, I was being a little bossy but he's been here for over a year, he knows he can't leave the front alone! It doesn't help that when I told him, he tried to joke around and say no. That led to more issues.

According to my manager, my tone with how I handle customers and my coworkers have been more on the negative side and if it continues, it can lead to being written up for harassment. She said she understands that with being a keyholder, we have more responsibilities but I'm not the one who can tell others what to do. Fair, but what tf else am I supposed to do when I'm the one in charge of the store at that moment and things need to get done? If I tell someone to bring up the trash to the front, are they gonna snitch on me too?? Like, fuck! Now I'm getting my keyholder shifts suspended in an attempt to "lessen my stress". I was lucky to be getting 1 keyholder shift every 2 weeks (there's 2 keyholders total. Other keyholder gets most of those shifts because I'm trained in one more section of the store than he is so im utilized there more) but now I'm getting nothing?! What the fuck? I hold nothing against that keyholder, he's actually my best friend at work.

Unfortunately, I'm also in trouble for socializing too much with him at work because it leads to work not being done. If it keeps happening, we won't be scheduled together. That's fair, and I will do better on that. The part that bugs me, is when I told him about it, he said that he was never talked to about it and said he should also be held accountable for stuff like that. I'm pissed at the double standard on that

Part of the reason why my tone goes more to the negative side is because I have to deal with stupid people everyday! I wish that was an exaggeration! I once had 3 people get pissed off at me for asking them not to consume their snack/drinking before paying for it and that happened in a 24 hour period! Recently, I had a woman lose it at me because I told her she needed to pay for the card before writing in it! And that's the second time that's ever happened! Also, I don't care about the small pleasantries. You're a stranger, I don't care how you're doing. Do what you need to and leave. Stop talking and grab your shit faster, you're holding up the line and I'm the only cashier avaliable right now

My manager and assistant manager both said they've noticed my stress and asked if everything's okay in my life. I had to lie and say yes. They said I could talk to them both about anything. They are genuinely good people and I know they're doing their jobs too but I can't talk to them. I still have to respect the manager-staff relationship. Plus, how can I say that "no I'm not fine. My depression and anxiety are riding me into the ground, I'm terrified that I'm going to get kicked out of my apartment again (another story) even if I do nothing wrong, and with that terror, I've hardly unpacked anything because I want to be prepared if I do get evicted. My 6 year relationship with my long distance boyfriend is causing me extreme self doubt again because he has a hard time expressing affection and I need the affection, so the fact that it was getting really close to Valentines Day knowing that he only likes that day because it's when his pet bird hatched, I've been having multiple bouts of silent break downs where I can only stare at the ceiling and silently mourn the fact that I'll never be loved in the way I want to. I can't even tell him because we've had multiple conversations about it but very little has changed, plus I fear I'm going to sound ungrateful. So to fill that void, I've been reading character x reader fanfics to feel something, even if it's a synthetic sort of love. I'm sure as hell not getting it here in the real world!". I'm sure nothing will go wrong with telling my managers all that

I'm just so tired and there's nothing I can do. Therapy is too expensive and with how I've been feeling, if I even utter a single thought about ending myself (the feeling has been there for years but I've never acted on it), I'm sure to be sent to a psych ward. I can't afford to miss work either, I have bills to pay. Hell, I can barely cry about it properly because I've repressed that instinct for years and I hate the stuffed up nose I get with it

Just...I don't know anymore...I'm so tired

[devourblood]

i'm really not sure how to talk about all of this. i really hope this blog doesn't end up showing up on one of my follower's pages on main lol. if it does just pretend like you don't see this, okay?

i've just been slowly losing my mind like it always feels like nobody cares about me no matter how much they tell me that they do, and it makes me feel so fucking ungrateful. and then i feel bad for even complaining about this feeling instead of just rotting in it (which i am also doing, so ???)

like i'm just so angry all the time, at myself and at everyone who knows me because i keep victimising myself even though i KNOW that it's all my own fault. i'm self aware enough to recognise that im being stupid and accusing people of shit they haven't even done (in my head at least) but i'm not self aware enough to stop these thoughts or just generally fucking get better.

i constantly feel like everyone is better off without me but at the same time if someone doesn't care about me soon i will blame them personally for ruining my life even though i've never once actively asked for help.

i don't know what's wrong with me i can't talk to other people without assuming the absolute worst like i'm going insane here i keep wanting to beat myself to a pulp i can't deal with any of this i really can't

i've been actively hurting myself for so long and some of it is definitely for attention because i want SOMEONE just ANYONE to be like "oh. you're not just exaggerating. things really Are that bad for you." because it constantly feels like everyone thinks i'm making everything up. even if they aren't saying it.

i just can't deal with with the world either like i'm sorry this is such a stupid thing to say given the way the world currently is but i can't work i'm sorry you can chalk it up to laziness i don't care but i can't do it i'm not interested in it i don't have the energy for it i can't do it. i'm sorry but i'm too fucking busy trying not to kill myself or other people if you want to put me to work on top of that then nobody's coming out of it happy let me fucking tell you

i'm in college even though i've dropped out previously and i fucking hate it nothing makes me happy nothing brings me joy i want to die so bad i hate it i feel so guilty because i know that as much as i hate my mother she cares about me and has no one else left on this planet who she can rely on (not that she can rely on me, but at least superficially she thinks she can) and i just can't. this entire month i've been in so much pain wanting to die but i keep thinking that my moms going to find me dead and probably go insane because i've seen her when my grandma was dying i've seen the desperation on her face i've never seen anything like that before and as much as i fucking despise her i cannot bring myself to do that to her. and that makes everything so much worse because i do not fucking want to be here i don't want to be here i don't want to live i don't like any of this why can't something just run me over i wish someone would come to my house and kill me or something i don't know

i've been drinking a lot whenever i drink (not that i generally drink often, just whenever i Do drink yk) and i keep taking random pills with it because i've been avoiding taking my medicines because it doesn't do SHIT and makes everything worse and it's been making me go insane i wish someone cared enough to either fix my life for me or just let me die i don't fucking know

[wildcatofgreen]

She looked up at the sky.

Moonlight.

It was Stones day already, wasn't it? Or, probably close to it.

Shit she'd been out here for hours, just meditating, focusing on that stupid gemerald of her's.

And the worst part is... she felt like it barely helped anything. Eugh. It felt more... agonizing, than anything. She could barely actually focus on the gem, barely actually focus on anything except on how fucking cold it was. Her hoodie was just not enough for this kind of weather.

But she's supposed to overcome these kinds of setbacks, right? No matter how agonizing this shit was. Because she had to win against Spade. Had to get that second gemerald. Had to keep her security.

And, well, it's not like she didn't stand a chance against him now. She had those soul gems from Bakunawa. She had these weird special goggles from Evie. He wouldn't know what the hell hit him when he tried his stupid bullshit on her. A face full of dragon boost would be enough to shut him up.

Actually wait how the hell would Lyli react to her just using her thing like that.

...Eh, lets uh. Lets not think about that.

In fact not thinking about her was part of the reason she came up here, wasn't it?

She stood and pat the bits of snow off of her, taking out her jump disc and throwing it against the snow. And out appeared her bike, engine already running.

She crouched down and picked up her stupid gemerald, then looked out across all of the snowy plains.

...hell.

She. Probably should have left earlier than this.

Fucking hell she wishes she was at Dail's stupid palace right now. It was too cold for any of this right now. Why couldn't she just blip there? Like she's blipped to other places before--sure, she's needed their charms or whatever, but like. She can do it!!!

Spade can do it!!! He can do it super easily!!! That stupid fucking fuck!!!!!!

Why could he do it easily, but she couldn't??? Why'd he have such an easy time with it??? Why'd those stupid teleporting target things still trip her up??? Why can't she just skip to the end already??? Be done with all of this stupid bullshit and spend time with her stupid friends and do stupid things????? She's

so

sick of fucking everything.

Why can't things slow down? Why can't she catch a break? Why can't she just go back? Stones damn it WHY!!!

She collapses in front of her bike, her gem starting to glow bright. The only light besides the moon tonight.

So many fucking things. Not enough answers. Not enough answers. Never enough answers, never enough anything. Except for cash, apparently. She's loaded with that. Enough cash to lose a whole chest of it and still be fine. Enough connections that she can do stupid stunts like this in the first place. Hell, she can do things she never ever imagined she'd ever be able to do.

And she hated it?!?!

Spirits, people must think she's so fucking ungrateful for having so much and not liking any of it. That other people would kill to be in her position right now. Nice husband, nice bike, nice friends, nice job, nice everything. She had it SO GOOD.

So fucking good.

So how come it didn't feel like it?

. . .

"I'm so sick of this, man.

"What the hell am I doing right now. Training? For what? Just to lose again? Fighting for everything to crumble down on top of me again?

"Damn it.

"Damn it!"

Her gem's light almost entirely engulfed her as she punched it into the snow floor before her.

"Iun't even wanna think about this hotel sierra right now, dude.

"Just..."

She leans on her bike, eyes shut tight.

"Lemme sleep in a nice warm bed. Lemme have that? Before I gotta face all this shit again in the mornin'."

Blip.

She was gone.

As if she was never there to begin with.

---

Face down in the ground, her bike on top of her, the first thing she really noticed was the overwhelming feeling of heat.

She called her bike back to her jump disc--sure, she could lift the thing, but being under a ton of metal still wasn't pleasant--and stood... slowly. Her body was still pretty rigid from being in the cold all day. But she felt warmth all around her.

Blinked, once, twice.

A bed next to her, a simple dresser next to the bed, a window just above the dresser--

SLAM!!!

The door opened, and in it's frame was a dog guard from Shuigang, seemingly panicked, but with her staff at the ready.

"SHUIGANGESE GUARD, RAISE YOUR HANDS AND oh it's just you, Carol."

What was this girl's name again? Julie? Joline? No, no, those were different people.

She squinted at the guard, head tilted to a side.

The guard, now relaxed, put a hand at her hip with a brow raised.

"Hey, how'd you get in here, anyway? What, you climbed through the window?

"...And uh. This isn't your room." She scratched the back of her ear, "I mean you can stay in here if you want but we were supposed to give you a room closer to the exit. Easier to get to the mountains that way."

Carol... didn't have words for her right now, not really. She just sort of blinked and rubbed her arm.

The guard shrugged.

"Eh. You're the hero, not me. I guess you can do whatever you want as long as it's not breaking any laws. Just... try to make your entrance a little less bumpy next time, alright? You're lucky it was me and not Han! That boy would of arrested you on the spot!" She snickered, "Talk about a Neera Junior, am I right?" And shot finger guns at the wildcat.

She just blinked again.

"Haha," awkward laughter, followed by clearing of her throat, "Well! If you need anything, just fetch one of us, or knock really, really hard. We'll be around.

"Oh, and someone left you a present near the King's throne? Looked like a bike of some kind. It was weird--none of us wanted to touch it in case it was a bomb.

"Can you like... go and get that before King Dail wakes up? You know, just in case it is a bomb." She turned to leave, before stopping herself and shooting another finger gun or two at the cat, "Oh yeah! Happy Stones day!"

And with that, she shut the door and left the wildcat to her own devices.

. . .

What the fuck, man.

[charliedawn]

Harley Quinn's reaction to p/o who's been in the same situation as her as I'm talking about domestic violence. P/o stands for platonic other.

Two versions : One where you didn’t leave your abusive partner and the other when you did.

"HEYA THERE GIRL/BOY FRIEND !"

Harley would firstly act as her usual cheerful self, until she would see the bruises and would immediately stop.

She would lose her cheerfulness and genuine worry would replace it.

"W..What happened ?"

She would sit next to you and take a closer look at the bruises, making sure you're alright and wait for you to tell her what happened.

First version :

You slowly turned towards her and hugged her tightly, breaking into sobs.

"It's too hard..It's just too much, Harley. I can't handle this anymore ! He/She's gotten worse ! His/Her temper is out of control ! I don't know what to do.."

"Dump his/her ass."

The answer came so naturally to Harley, it surprised the both of you.

"Believe me, honey. That guy/girl doesn't deserve you."

She didn't want to interfere before, because she thought she had no right giving you advice when her own love life had been nothing but disastrous.

So, she listened to you and waited for you to realize you didn't have to put up with their bullshit.

But, enough was enough.

You were hurt and she was tired of picking up the broken pieces and watching you go back to him/her everytime.

It was time for change.

"How ? He/She’ll just hit me again.."

You asked fearfully, and Harley decided that if you weren't gonna help yourself, then she would.

You were too tired to even pretend being happy with the person who made your life hell anymore and your eyes were begging for help.

Harley's breath hitched, as for a quick second, she could see herself in you, her reflection..You were trapped.

And, truth be told ? She was tired of standing aside and letting you go back to the same shit over and over again.

She understood too well what that felt like.

You didn't deserve it.

Memories of Joker coming back to her and years of putting up with his ungrateful ass. Never again.

Harley smiled reassuringly at you before winking at you.

"Leave that to me."

You smiled and wiped your tears before thanking her.

"No problem, toots. What friends are for, heh ?"

She squeezed your shoulders and hopped off her stool, grabbing her hammer and shotgun before turning towards you one last time.

"Wait for me here, dearie. I’ll make it official."

And official, it was.

Your abusive ex was found with his knees busted and didn’t call you or searched for you ever again.

Harley took you in and you earned yourself a chaotic and awesome roommate !

Not such a bad deal.

Second version :

"I left the a**hole ! I finally did it, Harley."

You smiled through your tears and Harley smiled widely at the news before hugging you tightly.

She was genuinely happy for you.

"YES ! YOU DID IT ! I KNEW YOU COULD !"

She covered your hand with hers and smiled gently at you, as gently as she knew how that is..

"Good for you, sweetie..I'm proud of ya."

You smiled back at her, but it still hurt and she knew it.

She understood how difficult and hard it must have been for you.

It was difficult when she had left Joker. No matter how many times she had let him drag her in the dirt.

She still loved him, and it hurt.

She also understood the smile of relief now lighting up your face, the same she had when she had made it official that her and the Joker were over and she saw the chemicals factory blow up to pieces.

It was over.

She then sighed before taking her bat and swinging it back on her shoulder with a huge smile.

"Now..How about we wreck his house ? Or, at least, his car ?"

You wiped your tears and after a few seconds, nodded.

"Yeah..That sounds great."

She extended her hand towards you and yanked you out of your seat before running outside and shouted excitedly.

"LET'S DO THIS !"

You then found your ex’ car and Harley smiled widely before handing you her huge hammer.

"Wanna do the honours, toots’ ?"

You didn’t even hesitate before smiling back and grabbing the huge hammer and bringing it down as hard as you could on the front glass that shattered into pieces.

It felt good to finally have your revenge and you continued bringing it down mercilessly until you were too tired to continue and Harley took over.

You looked like two wild banshees, causing destruction and chaos while laughing and howling loudly for everyone to hear.

You then noticed your ex cowardly watching you from the window and Harley raised her head to see them too and smiled before flipping them off.

Your ex glared at her and you couldn't bring yourself to care, raising your middle finger as well.

They couldn't hurt you anymore. You were free.

You continued turning his precious into worthless junk, until you heard the cops and decided it was time to go.

Harley took your hand and you ran away from the scene.

You then entered the first bar with an open sign to continue celebrating your new-found freedom.

It was your first night as a free woman/man and Harley would make sure you enjoy it as much as possible.

You still felt bad afterwards, but Harley reassured you.

Harley : "Don't worry, toots. We all make mistakes. Love makes you crazy. If it doesn't ? You ain't doing it right.."

[i-cant-sing]

Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

Anyways, enjoy! Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner.  Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing. 

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you. 

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!” 

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.” 

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?

[thefanficmonster]

Hey, I'm the 3word anon! I guess to make this easier, you call call me 📚🌻

I just wanted to say that you did an amazing job! I loved reading what you've done! You said that you wanted more words so here it is your next words: tradition, needle and tribute

Love, 📚🌻

I'm so glad you liked it dear 📚🌻 ! I absolutely love this challenge and I don't think I'll ever get tired of it hehe. Hope you enjoy this one too!

Freedom

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drug use, Mentions of injury Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Romance, Humor

“Flag, I have someone coming on-board with you.“ Waller’s voice comes in through the radio of the jet colonel Rick Flag was about to take off with, taking the Suicide Squad on their newly assigned mission.

He rolls his eyes, engine of the jet roaring to signal it’s ready to lose contact with the ground and rise up into the skies - much like Rick, who’s already fed up with the Squad’s members who are explicitly annoying and pesky today, promising him a ton of headaches in the near future. With that in mind, these news Waller has given him so suddenly, he’s not particularly excited to welcome another lunatic on the jet. Another lunatic to deal with.

“Who the hell are you sending? Don’t you think my hands are already full enough?!“ He yells at the top of his lungs in order for his voice to overpower the engine’s loudness.

“I’m here to help you, you ungrateful piece of shit!“ This voice, familiar voice, doesn’t emerge from the radio, instead it’s coming from right behind him and is equally as strained as his due to the loud, ear-bleeding surroundings.

Before Rick can even comprehend the presence of another person, said person gets seated on the copilot’s seat, equipping a pair of headphones so the two can communicate without pushing their lungs to the brink of giving out.

“What the hell are you doing here, L/N?“ He asks, his eyes unable to hide even a little bit of the confusion that the girl’s presence has brought upon him.

Contrary to his seriousness and shock, the girl gives him a bright, almost teasing smile, “Oh come on, Flag. I have a soft spot for you, you know, I like helping you.“ She tilts her head ever so slightly, “And I don’t feel like giving Waller the pleasure of detonating this bomb at the back of my neck.“

“Thought so.“ He scoffs, watching Y/N’s movements out of the corner of his eye as she straps herself in. 

She rolls her eyes, cracking her knuckles before turning to him, deciding to pick up on this petty war, just to make matters worse for Rick and more amusing for herself, “Aren’t you gonna shoot me? I mean, it’s our tradition.”

Rick cringes, recalling the exact event - or rather events, plural - she’s referring to: the night he arrested her and a few others, all henchmen of the Joker. Unlike her co-workers however, Y/N put up one hell of a fight while those fuckers chose flight. Their decision didn’t get them far while hers led her to the hospital wing of the Belle Reve prison, a bullet in her side fired at her by colonel Flag. Seeing the report files on the altercation, Waller immediately knew the girl was something else and recruited her for the Suicide Squad.

Unfortunately, her first instinct when her eyes first landed upon the colonel was to pounce at him, despite her low chances of succeeding in her intentions considering there were guards and soldiers literally everywhere, all with guns ready to fire. Yet still, Flag was the one who shot her yet again, this time less dangerously close to fatal.

Yeah, she has a right to be pissed and a right to call it their tradition, but it’s also safe to say that their dynamic has improved. They went on to go on a few more missions together without any complications or unwanted altercations. Sure, there were snide remarks and petty comments here and there, but those could be considered compliments when compared to the shootings.

“When are you gonna let that go?“ Rick snaps, his eyes remaining fixated ahead while the jet slowly ascends, “I got you off the streets. I freed you from that psychopath. The last thing you should be is mad!”

There is a long pause between the two, leading Rick to sneak a glance at his co-pilot. She appears to be deep in thought, staring ahead much like he’s supposed to be doing right now. She doesn’t seem like she’s conjuring up a sarcastic response which would be totally up her alley, but oddly enough she seems to be genuinely thinking about what he said. He starts feeling a bit shitty for having snapped at her like that - she wasn’t completely wrong to keep rubbing it in his face, she did suffer two gunshot wounds from him, after all.

“I’m not mad.“ Y/N finally speaks up, not sparing him as much as a look, “I’m grateful. The Joker isn’t the only thing I was trying to escape. One half the day I was doing his dirty work, the other half I had a needle stuck in my arm or was out cold in a drug induced half-coma.“ This time she does turn to take in the expression change that’s happened on his face and she seems pleased with the shock and confusion she sees. “Bet you didn’t know that, did ya?“ Contemplating her next move for a second, she plays with the belts of her bulletproof vest and gear before seemingly deciding on what to do. Her fingers quickly undo the belts and buttons of the gear that’s covering her torso, removing the strong and dense protective material to expose the skin of her side where there’s a scar where she had to have surgery to get the bullet removed. Around the scar there’s a tattoo of a peculiar looking flower, masking the line as a part of itself, “I got that tattoo as a reminder of that night. A tribute to more than one freedom coming to me at once.” She quickly readjusts her gear, and slumps into the seat with a sigh of a deflating balloon. “No longer a slave, no longer an addict. Though, addicts are slaves too - slaves to our own brain’s dependency on a substance that’s destroying us.”

Rick is at a loss for words. He wasn’t expecting that, never did he think Y/N was an addict as well prior to being a henchwoman and then a prisoner. That’s probably due to the fact that she’s always been in a great physical shape, ready to take on the enemy whenever and wherever. “Damn, fucking hell, I’m sorry you had to go through that, Y/N...“ He really doesn’t know what’s there to say when he now feels even shittier than he did before.

He almost jumps out of his skin when he feels her hand on his bicep, “I would still be going through it if it wasn’t for you. In fact, come to think of it, I should apologize for pouncing at you like that when all you did was do me a favor.” She giggles quietly before adding, “But I won’t.”

He too allows himself a small laugh, “I wasn’t expecting you to.“

Of course he wasn’t, he’s come to know her well. And he also knows it’s nothing personal - Y/N is simply not the type of girl who apologizes. That he can stomach, but imagining his co-pilot seat unoccupied on the way back from this mission he cannot.

Damn it, Flag. God fucking damn you, you’ve done it again haven’t you, he asks himself, knowing the answer perfectly well already.

[dissonantdreamer]

Hi, how are you?

I think most Joel stans don’t really Ellie that much and it shows, they think she should be this innocent girls who just helps humanise their precious Joel. I hate that, Ellie is probably my favourite in any video game, she is quite relatable and interesting character. So, it hurts me when people say Ellie dumb things like Ellie was selfish and ungrateful to Joel, wtf? Precious Joel lied to her, she even gave him a chance to tell her the truth but no, he straight up kept on lying to her for TWO fucking years and he might kept on lying to her until he died or something, if it weren’t for her getting fed up and left to find the truth herself. People don’t realise he didn’t just lied to her, he broke her trust. Trust is very important in any relationship, makes sense why she is pissed off at him. Joel was just so patient, supportive during that time, I am sure, even if Ellie was not talking to him, he was always looking out for her, that’s what I love Joel in TLOU2 so much. So yeah, I do think most Joel stans don’t see Ellie as a character but something to humanise Joel

I've sat on this a while cause it is something that does genuinely upset me to see and I wanted to be in a good headspace to discuss it, so i truly appreciate how patient you've been friend.

I remember after Left Behind came out. It was such a powerful DLC. Ellie jumping back and forth saving Joel, losing Riley. The tenacity with which she clings to that Med pack, we realize through Riley, that Ellie truly is scared of being alone. She couldn't do anything to save Riley, but she can save Joel. I loved it, I loved Ellie. Then it's confirmed that she is a lesbian and that's when I realized that the people I thought loved Ellie as much as I did, because she was Ellie and smart, resourceful, funny, human... didn't give to shits about her as a person.

Disgusting amounts of sexualized content popped up. Vindictive and hateful because a pixelated fourteen year old was canonically a lesbian. I had seen a few things here and there before but not to this extent. Not with words degrading her character to an object, trying to wrest control back because they didn't like the sudden "politics" in their game. I was disgusted, mad, and not surprised. Part of me had foolishly hoped people loved Ellie as a person, not because Joel "saved" her. Because he hadn't saved her, he had hurt her, and now these dudes were treating her in a way Joel would torture them to death over if he ever saw what they typed.

I realized then, that many people only saw her as a vehicle for Joel, this pedestal for him to step up on and prop himself up. Because they wanted Joel's shitty actions to be justified right away, as they saw themselves as him. He should be forgiven for existing, he shouldn't have to do anything to change or grow. That's how they see themselves.

But Joel does, after the truth is out he holds himself accountable for his actions and respects Ellie's choice, the person Joel dies as is closer to the Joel we met when we first picked up the controller as Sarah, than it was to the hardened former-hunter we play as in Part I.

There is regret in his actions towards Ellie and he bears that pain while she copes with years of his lies. He had to do that on his own for a time. Not for Ellie, for himself. He had to come to terms with the fact that his lie cost him. So he watches her house from his kitchen table every morning, he talks to Jesse about, patrol route safety, he makes dozens of guitars. He works on himself to the point the town sees him as a hero when he dies. Joel grows on his own and faces the parts of himself that he tried to stifle and that he projects onto Ellie.

Ellie has to bear that lie the entire time, she has to live knowing that her death could have potentially saved millions. Her death couldn't prevent Riley's, Tess's, Sam's, but it could have prevented so many more. Joel took that from her, the people who refuse to see her as a person, take that from her. Of course she'd be hurt beyond words.

Ellie is not there to humanize Joel, the end of Part I he is not redeemed. Ellie is her own person and Joel had to lose her to recognize that. If he were real he'd easily disagree with any of the people who worship him and see Ellie as nothing more than a kid he saved. He is not redeemed in loving Ellie enough to "save" her in the hospital. He is redeemed in her choice to try to forgive him for hurting her. That there is still part of him left that she wants to make the effort for. That in that moment, with Seth, Joel was always going to protect her from herself, from going too far.

It's sad that people see Ellie as an object. A tool for Joel's redemption. It's even sadder to me that so many people wanted him to remain this bitter, old man hellbent on keeping every good thing in his life at arm's length. A man who tried to kill himself, willing operated as a hunter for some time, tried to view a child as cargo so he wouldn't feel the pain of loss ever again. That version was a better option to them than the man Joel died as, a complicated, broken man, finally putting the pieces back together for himself.

At the end of the day no matter what those people think, Joel was forced to work on himself and Ellie will have to do the same, not because Joel's love saved her, but because she was reminded that even broken people can put themselves back together.

[crowfootwrites]

The Boyfriend | Part II [Taza Romero x Fem!Reader]

Y'all! I did it! I wrote a second part! I actually sort of struggled with the setup of this, but once I started writing the angry, angsty shit I was like, "OH, WE IN BUSINESS." So, please enjoy.

Warnings: language; family drama (arguing); attempted physical violence; pregnancy | Words: 1,734

Part I of The Boyfriend

“What do you mean he wants to come see your motorcycle?” you asked, panic rising in your voice. It had been a few months since the ill-fated family dinner, and aside from a few texts asking about work, you hadn’t heard from your father. So, you assumed his motorcycle chat with Taza had just been polite conversation.

Taza glanced at you across the kitchen table, his full fork of frijoles pausing halfway to his mouth. His eyes softened when he saw the concern in your expression.

“Relájate, mi amor (Relax, my love). He doesn’t have to come here. I can meet him somewhere else,” he said calmly. He watched as your head dropped into one of your palms on the table and the other rested on the top of your very noticeable baby bump. He paused, then put his fork back down on his plate.

“(Y/N), maybe this would be a good opportunity to tell them,” he started, keeping his tone gentle. “I know you don’t want them involved. I understand that, and I will do whatever I can to keep things the way you want them.” He reached across the table to rest his palm against your knuckles. “But the baby will be here in a few months, and hiding it from them is just drawing out the inevitable.”

Emotions rushed over you. You knew that telling them didn’t have to mean anything more than that; Taza would protect his family no matter the cost, and if you didn’t want them involved, they wouldn’t be. But the prospect of having to deal with your mother filled you with a deep-seated dread. You knew she wouldn’t approve. And you didn’t need her approval, but your relationship with her had always been messy and complicated. And some part of you still wanted her to accept and respect you. Angry tears sprang to your eyes, which made you even more frustrated – the pregnancy hormones made you feel like you were losing your mind.

A tear dripped onto the wooden surface of the table and Taza was immediately out of his seat, tugging you out of yours and wrapping you in his arms. He smiled at the feeling of your belly pressed between the two of you.

“Hey, abejita, está bien (little bee, it’s ok). We don’t have to do anything that will make you uncomfortable,” he murmured against your ear, rocking you side to side slowly. He rubbed circles on your back as you regained your composure.

“No, you’re right,” you said with a sniffle. “We need to get this over with.”

Taza’s lips pulled into a wry grin. “That’s a wise choice, I think.”

***

“Ok, I think everything’s pretty much ready,” you told Taza as you flipped the final tortilla on the comal. He came to stand beside you and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“How can I help?” he asked as you pulled the tortilla off with your bare fingers and tossed it into the basket, waving your fingers as the heat sank into your skin. He laughed and gripped your hand, blowing gently on your scorched fingertips.

You couldn’t help the affectionate tears that collected in the corners of your eyes. In an effort to keep you as comfortable as possible, Taza suggested hosting dinner with your parents on the ranch. You would be on your own turf and could call the shots. If anything got ugly, Taza promised that he had no qualms with making your parents leave. To your modest relief, you also felt a little more like yourself today, like you’d happily tell someone where to shove it if they upset you.

“Just being here with me helps,” you mumbled, tucking yourself into his arms.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” he said quietly. The two of you lingered like that for a moment, enjoying the calm embrace before the storm you knew was about to happen.

And sure enough, a moment later, the doorbell sounded. Your eyes jerked immediately to Taza’s. You struggled to discern if the rolling in your stomach was pregnancy-related or anxiety-induced as perspiration collected on your palms.

He ushered you onto the back patio, helping you to sit in the worn wooden rocking chair before heading back inside to welcome your guests. You listened nervously for the creaking of the front door, which was quickly followed by the drifting voices of your mother and father.

You pulled yourself out of the chair, straightening the soft cotton of your dress over your bump, just as Taza stepped through the door. He came immediately to your side, schooling his features into a calm and neutral mask, tossing an arm around your shoulders. Your father was the next through the door and you bit back a grin at the series of emotions that passed over his face in the span of just a few seconds. Confusion, certainly, and shock, but then pride and excitement and finally, unbridled joy.

Time seemed to slow down as your mother stepped towards your father, her confused gaze traveling from your father’s face to you, eyes widening as they landed on your belly. For the first time in your life, your mother was speechless. She stood on the threshold of the patio door with her mouth open as your father rushed towards you.

“Oh, my baby girl!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a loose hug around your bump, kissing your cheeks delightedly. He turned immediately to Taza, pulling your boyfriend into a strong embrace, clapping him heartily on the back.

“Congratulations, you two! This is wonderful news! Oh, goodness, I’m going to be a grandfather!” he announced in wonderment as he pulled back, turning to his wife, whose eyes were still glued to your stomach.

“Dear?” he asked her, cautiously, but with a hint of something firm in his voice. It was something you had never heard from your father before. You wondered fleetingly what that was about.

His voice seemed to snap her out of her trance. Her eyes met yours and she smiled tightly. “Congratulations,” she forced out and you noted acrimoniously the clenching of her jaw.

Your eyes narrowed. Your heart sank with her false smile and immediately, resentment scrambled into place to protect you. You suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to haul off and smack her, but you quickly chalked that up to hormones. Probably.

Intent on making this a pleasant evening for your completely delighted father, you turned away from your mother with a withering look and plastered on a smile, motioning for everyone to take a seat at the table laden with food you had spent most of the day preparing.

Dinner was an awkward affair. Taza sat beside you, his hand never leaving its reassuring place on your thigh, as the two of you answered your father’s abundance of questions.

Baby Romero is due in November.

We’ve decided to wait to find out the sex.

We don’t really have a preference as long as they’re healthy.

Your mother’s eyes bore holes into you, but she remained silent, except for one question, manifested tersely into the space between the four of you. “Are you going to get married?”

“We haven’t really talked about it,” you replied, surprising even yourself with the strength in your voice. Your mother blinked at you, her expression disappointed, but she said nothing, returning her gaze to her plate.

When everyone had finished eating, your father clapped his hands together and asked Taza if they could take a peek at his Harley.

Taza turned to you, searching your eyes. “¿Estarás bien a solas con ella (Will you be ok alone with her)?”

You nodded at him with a wily smile. “Yo sé dónde están todos los cuchillos en esta casa (I know where all the knives are in this house).”

A loud, deep laugh belted from Taza’s chest as you stood and began collecting plates. You could see him shaking his head out of the corner of his eyes, motioning your father towards the garage.

You were standing in front of the sink, rinsing dishes when you heard the clicking of heels behind you, your mother coming to stop across the counter. You waited with bated breath for the inevitable confrontation, your stomach in knots.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked finally, a bitter edge of hurt creeping into her voice.

You looked down into the sink, realizing you were white-knuckling a spoon. “Why would I?” you demanded. “The last time I saw you, you made it very clear that you don’t approve of Che.”

“I just want what’s best for you!” she insisted, her hands clenching by her sides.

“You don’t know what’s best for me! I’m not you!” You slapped the faucet off and grabbed a kitchen towel to violently dry your hands, coming to face your mother completely. You watched as her eyes flickered quickly to your belly and then back to your face, the sight seemingly fueling her fire.

“I do know that you have no business having children out of wedlock with a man who’s twice your age,” she snapped, stepping closer to you, and your body reacted to the perceived threat, your heart thundering against your ribcage, heat radiating from your face.

“You don’t get to make those decisions for me! Che is the best partner I’ve ever had and he’s going to be an incredible father. Which you would know if you even gave him a chance, but you won’t. You refuse to accept that this is my life, and I’ll live it however the fuck I want!” You could hear your volume rising, but you were beyond controlling it. By the end of your rant, you were screaming, inches from your mother’s furious face, her eyes glinting and her lips set into a scowl. Suddenly, Taza was running into the house and coming to a stop behind you, pulling you gently away from your mother while your father tugged your mother away from you.

“I can’t believe I raised such an ungrateful bitch,” your mother spat, and you swung. Luckily for your mother, Taza had pulled you out of reach, and your fist missed her by several inches.

“Get out of my house!” you hissed, struggling against Taza’s arms, angry tears staining your cheeks.

Your father, looking appropriately mortified, dragged your mother out of the front door and into their car.

Part III of The Boyfriend

[paris-torres-month]

FEVER FEBRUARY DAY 2: Wildcard Wednesday

“Welcome home.” “I should go away more often.”

On 2 February, 2000 the episode, Memorial aired. What’s not to love about a Boys Bonding Adventure gone horribly wrong with dirty dishes, a cramped shuttle, and a little implanted memories-induced PTSD thrown in? This episode is a controversial choice on the ‘P/T: Love It!’ list but any episode that starts with such an enthusiastic and public welcome home kiss from B’Elanna, our now PDA-shy heroine, I’ll like!

(Note how the Doc obviously ships P/T hard—as does Neelix, we know he does! LonelyHarry is tired of their romantic shit, & Chakotay just wants everyone to get out of his way so he can get to his quarters and finally poop it’s been a long week fer cripes sakes!)

What do we love about this episode? For one, that kiss! We love the way B’Elanna has obviously missed her man while he was gone. How excited she is to have him home. The way she clings onto him & rubs his arm as they walk to his quarters. She can barely suppress her excitement at the idea of giving him his present.

(Note: this is likely not the first time she’s told Tom to close his eyes and he’s happily complied.)

She’s been keeping busy (while all of her menfolk are gone) by building Tom a surprise that she knows he’ll love: a circa 1956 television set complete with remote control!

She’s provided popcorn, and gets him a beer when his inner-ungrateful-jerk points out that she forgot it. Because beer & tv go together! …my Friday night.

Before everything goes to hell we get treated to another kiss and a glimpse of Tom’s other love…

(note: thanks to lisarm100 for that fabulous gif!)

Then, well, things go to hell. B’Elanna falls asleep on the couch (presumably without any Welcome Home Sexytimes) & Tom sees himself as a soldier in a battle on the television. We soon find out that the away team remember being active participants in a massacre on a planet while they were on their away mission. It unfolds, after half the crew suffer flashbacks & ptsd, that this planet has set a memorial marker with a beacon that implants memories of the atrocities into the minds of unwary travellers who happen to come within range. It’s horrific.

As Tom tries to deal with his guilt and anger he… loses it. Completely. B’Elanna, knowing a thing or a hundred about unwanted, overbearing negative emotions, just wants to help him. But he’s not in the mood to be helped. Sometimes, we just want to feel bad. And scream at the people we love.

She remains cool & collected, calm & in control though we can tell she wants to scream right back because he’s being totally illogical and unreasonable! He apologizes for his outburst immediately, but…

And that’s what we love about this episode. It shows B’Elanna’s emotional growth while, at the same time, displays usually easy-going Tom when he’s pushed to his breaking point.

This is a wonderfully tropey episode: reunion, surprise gift, implanted memories, hurt comfort. Since that was the last time we saw Tom & B’Elanna together in this ep, with her parting words, “You know where to find me” it’s ripe for being used as a springboard for missing scenes, codas, and fixit fics (which usually include a hearty helping of smut). From that warm, loving kiss to Tom screaming in rage & frustration we‘re on an emotional rollercoaster. It’s just too bad the writers didn’t give us a little P/T reunion at the end. Or maybe not. All that fic is a wonderful ode to this fabulous episode.

[finelinevogue]

I know you’re on break but just and idea could be writing more about busker!Harry! I absolutely adore him plus the idea of him being signed is amazing. Even though he gets signed I feel like he would still play on the street to thank them for helping him etc.

yes we love busker!harry here! he’s such a soft little bean who loves no one more than you <3 ok here we go, hope it’s alright;

Smiles.

That’s all you take from each day after Harry’s performed his set on the streets of familiar Manchester. As much as you love the music Harry plays and the money that comes as a benefit of how well he does it, nothing quite makes your heart warm than the smiles of the people.

Whether there’s a passing group of teenage school girls who giggle to each other. Whether it’s a couple of men walking from one business meeting to another. Whether it’s just one man and his suitcase making a hurried dash for his train. Whether it’s an old woman on her way home from getting her weekly butchers meat. Or whether it was a baby in a pram not having a single clue what was going on. No matter who it was, they could never pass Harry with a smile. He smiled back, always. Harry would pause his singing to thank anyone who threw coppers in his beaten guitar case. He was genuine and that’s what people loved about him.

Even after he’d been signed to a huge record label, he stayed the exact same down-to-earth humble man you’d always known him to be. Fame and success didn’t change him. You both still lived in the same house. You both still shopped in Aldi. You both budgeted your weeks out, regardless of the thousands that were now racking up in various bank accounts. And Harry still stood in the street, almost every day, singing his heart out to his people. To the old lady, to the baby, to the passing workmen and teenagers. He was the same chipper guy he had been all those years ago and no fame was going to change that.

Just like now was another example of all this.

He’s just finished his 12th song of the day, “I’m Yours’ by Jason Mraz and a woman was trying to get him to take the £20 note she was offering.

“Ma’am please I can’t accept this, it’s too much.”

“Don’t be daft! You played so well and it’s made my day and so i’d like to gift you thanks.” She argued back and really Harry was in a losing battle. If he accepted it he would feel terrible that he’s allowed a woman to give him £20, but if he didn’t accept it he would look ungrateful and unaccepting.

“I appreciate your kind gesture, but it’s really too much.” He smiled kindly, hoping his good smirk would charm her off.

You were stood close by, watching the interaction. You were internally laughing to yourself, because although most people would never pass up the opportunity for money, let alone twenty quid, your Harry wasn’t most people. He was a respectful man, who loved playing music above anything else. Okay, well, he loved you only slightly more than that - but you were okay with that. You envied that he had a passion as harsh as music. It was enticing to see him get lost within 7 lettered notes.

“Chuffin’ take it Harry!” The woman dangled it in front of Harry and he laughed at her eagerness. You laughed too, until you weren’t.

It happened so quickly that you didn’t realise anything had happened until you’d felt a pain in your lower back and arse. “Shit!” You grunted as you landed on your hands, them scraping ever so slightly on the cold gravel street - that was most likely covered in Pigeon shit and chewing gum.

The woman gasped and Harry had sprinted off before you could even pick yourself back up. You looked over your shoulder, still sat on the floor, to see Harry chasing after some man who had stolen the £20 from the woman’s hand. Oh. The thief didn’t have a chance against your Harry though. He may look cute and cuddly on a good day, but when something bad happens to him or the people he loves he’s a completely different person. He gets all protective and angry. You loved that he had this side to him, but you did prefer his soft side a lot more.

“Oh dear, are you alright pet?” The woman asked, leaning over you worriedly.

“Y-yeah.” You stammered out as your turned to look at her, feeling slightly winded.

“Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so.” You brought your hands up to examine and saw they were cut only slightly, but mostly just covered in gravel. You dusted your hands off on your jeans and stood up, with the help of a random man and this woman.

“Up ya get, there ya go love.” The man spoke and you thanked him briefly, turning to see whether you could see Harry at all within the crowds of the busy Manchester streets. You sighed in relief when you saw him on his way back to you, guitar swung around on his back.

The woman walked closer to him first as she caught sight of him waving the £20 in the air in victory. You had a few tears in your eyes at the sight of him being so proud of himself, but also hearing onlookers cheering for him. He might’ve got cheers from audiences, big audiences, before but nothing compared to a noble community clap. Harry embraced the friendly woman in a hug and she spoke loud enough so you could hear them both.

“Now you really deserve that £20. Keep it, please.” She begged and Harry gave a side smirk and nodded his head in agreement. He had worked for this, he thought, and he knew just what he was going to do with the money - which in turn, brought his focus back to you.

He thanked people as he weaved his way closer to you, excusing himself so politely. He lifted his notorious busking cap so he could see you better and furrowed his eyebrows in frustration when he remembered how forcefully that thief had pushed you over in order to run off. “Swear to me you’re okay.” He said, knowing you hated being made a fuss of - especially in public.

“I swear.” You smiled at him, allowing him to grasp your hands and kiss his lips all over them, not stopping until not one spot had been left untouched.

“C’mon, let’s finish early today.” He didn’t say it as a question, meaning it was a command and he was ready to leave the city streets for the day.

“Wha— why? And go where?” You stumbled over your words, watching as he started to mess around with his equipment to put it all away.

“Well i’ve got £20 to spend, but apart from that it’s your choice.” He offered, securing his guitar in his case and putting the amplifier and microphone in their cases which you’d carry back to the car - which was, unfortunately, a fifteen minute walk up a hill, but you didn’t mind because you got to do it with Harry. Your other heart.

“Hmm,” you pondered as he packed. Normally you helped but today he wouldn’t let you because of your sore hands and back, “how about we stop off at Tescos and grab a bottle of wine to drink between us, whilst we watch that new crime documentary in the comfort of our bed?” Harry stopped what he was doing to look at you indefinitely.

“This is why I love you Y/N.” He walked over to you and kissed your lips as passionately as he could. He cupped your cheeks and stroked his thumbs against your soft skin. As soon as his lips touched yours, time froze and you were all his for however long he wanted you. You felt his raw emotions bounce off him and he could no doubt feel all of yours.

It was plain and simply, love.

[siren-of-redriver96]

Villian Heights (part 10)

Last part heyo!

(reading Wuthering Heights for the first time and trying to figure out the deal with this book with some assumptions from previous summaries of the story)

Today: (from Zillah’s recount to the end of the book)

it was nice to get to know Zillah - we haven’t heard much about her until now

wow - it’s sad how little they care about Linton dying except for Catherine - but then it was Heathcliff’s plan all along

poor Cathylin ... but she powers through it, that’s something

interesting to hear what happened to the church after it didn’t have a preacher any more (it was now governed by baptists or methodists and renamed the chapel)

I didn’t know Hareton liked hunting - maybe I missed that

it’s cute how he wants to hear what she reads - still he shouldn’t have touched her hair out of nowhere

and he tried to be her friend, that’s true

I like how she’s firece and not scared of Heathcliff

yeah Lockwood, leave that place

it’s sad to hear how Cathylin is faltering

I like how she makes little figurines out of vegetables - that’s actually a really cute idea for a photo series

and Hareton is pretty solidly under Heathcliff’s boot

she keeps books in her heart and head - I relate to that

she’s mean, but he shouldn’t have hit her

sad to think that he tried so hard to get some of the education Heathcliff denied him

Hareton looking like Cathy is interesting - kids often look like their parent’s siblings

cute to imagine that the girl Lockwood sees is probably the elder servants granddaughter she babysits when he isn’t home

nice of him to just ask for a few things while he’s there

and to not disturb her while carrying the coals - thoughtful

the landscape description of the sunset and rising moon is nice

Cathylin teaching Hareton how to read and them being happy is so precious I can’t

given the number of pages left I was surprised Heathcliff had died already

the way Cathylin behaves when trying to mend things with Hareton reminds me of her mother - like how when she made others cry or did them wrong, she was sorry and made up for it

and it’s nice how there were some honest misunderstandings between them

and that Hareton did plea for her, which she didn’t know

how they make up is heartwarming. He didn’t not want to give her a chance, and she made a genuine effort

poor Joseph - well Hareton is trying to make it right to him, that’s nice. It’s not true that he is ungrateful to him

Cathylin - some primrose is poisonous when taken orally (I had a similar complaint about her dad didn’t I)

and oh boy does Cathy not take shit from Heathcliff, even making demands for her and Haretons inheritance

but poor Hareton is still under his boot - at least he makes an effort to help Cathylin

interesting to know they had a discussion, but she understood - he’s too attached to Heathcliff. It’s that kind of relationship, he’s dependend on him

it’s nice to hear how much Hareton blooms while learning to read and spending time with Cathylin

I’m still laughing when reading Penistone. Leave me my fun

how creepy must it be for Heathcliff to look into the faces of two people who both look like Cathy?

and he’s residing from his evil plans. He’s grown tired of them - that’s an interesting development

I like that they moved the flower bead to another spot for Joseph

Heathcliff is not okay but at least happy

he’s wasting away surprisingly quickly

and Earnshaw was no nice person Nelly. He just wasn’t in too many ways

shivers - how Nelly finds Heathcliff is creepy

Heathcliff and Cathy haunting the area - I like that. Especially since they’ve scared the Linton’s like that once too. Poltergeists

but Hareton and Cathylin aren’t scared of anything (love that rhyme)

I know they’re cousins, but the way they’re in love now, their strength and this being the end of the misery for both families is just awesome

and hey, it all works out now - not even Joseph loses anything, he even gets the house and a farmhand

and yes, thank you for the story Nelly Dean :)

even a coin for Joseph, that’s nice

and I like the ending. The wind is soft in the grass - the wuthering across the moors is over

Big thanks for reading :)