#then im alone and dealing with everything back home alone until she comes back
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maraeffect · 1 year ago
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aughhhhhh our trip back home next week was supposed to be fun but it's gotten so complicated that both of us are fucking dreading the whole thing 🫠🫠🫠
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phagodyke · 7 months ago
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yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...
#well thats okay. eventually itll come up naturally. and if not well. it doesnt make me feel very okay. but its not a big deal#and i guess ill meet ppl in the future who will curate a different idea of me and maybe therell be fewer misunderstandings#<- coward who CAN communicate to save their life but not in any lower stakes situation for their happiness n quality of life#we <3 repression n insecurity. maybe if i keep digging at the corner of this bit of the labyrinth with my spoon ill get out someday 😌#anyway.. theres my daily vague vent post got it out of my system#wanted to do it earlier but ended up not having much time after work n then called friends which was nice :^)#also i never have signal at work these days.. my boss has said shell get me on the staff wifi tho cuz i do need it for work reasons#its rare to need it for work purposes bc we all use work pcs n stuff anyway and not rly supposed to use mobiles in the lab#but yeahh.. god i have so much admin shit to sort out also gotta text family back before i sleep i forgot to earlier#its all good.. also my memory foam pillows turned up so i no longer have to steal my roomies extra one for my neck pain <3#ik she was missing it... not to sound like a creep but it was nice that it smelled like her a little. just familiar innit#we're always around each other so its just what being home smells like to me.. listen i have a sensitive nose 😔✋️#if we were a lot closer i would ask if i could sleep in her bed while shes away but we're not so it would come across sooo weird..#and i would feel rly weird abt someone sleeping in my own room without me there. well maybe not actually. as long as they werent snooping#<- guy whose mother used to go thru their shit all the time n struggles to not feel paranoid and distrustful when it comes to privacy#was thinking recently my ideal living situation w a partner would be separate rooms but we still share the bed sometimes#but not every night bc im a sensitive sleeper... but we can switch bedding so i can still smell them if i wake up in the night alone#like how new mothers trying to get babies used to cot sleeping each have a cloth or blanket and swap every night#so the baby is comforted by the blankets smell and sleeps more peacefully.. and momma finds it easier being apart from the baby too#sorry this is getting gooey and weird my meds have been wearing off the last couple hours im so sleeppyyyy 😭#well.... maybe everything can wait until tomorrow..... bed is calling..#goodnight everyone muah#.diaries
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maybanksprincess · 1 month ago
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im your baby
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WARNINGS: a little angsty, fluff towards the end, cussing, mentions of sophia, insecurity, reassurance, alcohol consumption, suggestive-ish, mentions of marriage.
lias note — requested by my lovely mootie @rafenroostersgirl, this ask was so amazing and I loved writing about it! im not the best at angst so please excuse any mistakes :( thank you so much for the request. go read her ask here!
pairings: crybaby!reader x rafe cameron
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Rafe came to the bar to get a little tipsy and forget about his problems for a while. Ward had been up his ass for what felt like the longest, he had plenty of contracts at home waiting for him to sign, lots of business deals to seal, and on top of everything, he had to deal with your clinginess.
It was very often that you'd get clingy and always want to be around him, but he was a busy man, he'd never dealt with anyone wanting to cling to him, so it was difficult to adjust to. He was used to always being alone, or too busy to think about anything else but what he was working on.
This whole relationship thing was new to him, so naturally he isn't a very touchy-feely guy, and wants his own space, but you were the exact opposite. You always wanted hugs or attention, constantly pulling on his arm or clinging to his side.
he was honestly used to hooking up with girls and leaving the second after, until he met you. Something about you struck his interest, something he couldn't ignore. But geez, no one told him how exhausting it was to have a girlfriend.
On top of everything, he would get strange glances, and cruel words spread over the island about him all because he's dating a Pogue. no kook dates a Pogue. Out of everyone on the island, you'd sort of figure Rafe would be the one to be telling someone else that. But no, he was actually the one in love with a Pogue. Someone who came from the cut. How embarrassing for him....
as he's lost in his thoughts, he's suddenly interrupted by a sweet voice coming from behind the counter. He puts his drink down on the table, his movements slightly sluggish from the bit of alcohol he'd already consumed. he tilts his head up to look at her, taking in her toothy smile, and bartender uniform that she has on.
his thoughts are interrupted once more when she looks down at him, speaking softly "are you okay?" she asks, with a gentle and concerned look, while whipping up a drink for another customer sat at the bar.
he nods his head vigorously, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. he peels his eyes back open and look up at her behind the counter, "yeah 'm fine. jus' a real shitty night." he says, lifting the cup back to his lips.
she tilts her head, gently trying to press the issue, seeing that he was stressed and upset. "Do you want to talk about it?" she says, picking up the cleaning supplies for the counter. his eyes study her, watching as she cleans off the counter, his pupils dilated.
he ponders on the question in his drunken mind for a moment before replying, his words slightly slurred. "yeah, yeah. can i get another one of these though?" he says, raising his glass.
she nods, grabbing the glass out of his shaky hand, pouring the alcohol into it, waiting for him to speak when he's ready. after a few moments, the buzzed blonde lifts his head again, looking up at her.
"My girlfriend, she's just so annoying..." he starts, "I mean she always wants to be next to me, huggin' me and shit." he says, waving his hand and rolling his eyes. he snatches the half empty glass, bringing it to his lips once more, taking a long sip, his words slurred, and voice unsteady.
he swallows the liquid with a loud gulp, turning to narrow his eyes at the brunette once more. "im not used t' that, y'know? its all new to me..." he says, a hint of vulnerability behind his words.
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Rafe had been ignoring you for a few days now, figuring out ways to end the conversation faster, trying to avoid your affectionate gestures, staying out later, being too busy with work to hangout, it was starting to make you feel like he was seeing someone else.
you looked at his shared location, driving to the location it showed to you. taking a deep breath, you step out of the car, entering the crowded bar. you fiddle with your hands shyly as you walk around to find the buzzed man.
When you finally spotted him, you almost felt relieved, until you saw him talking to the pretty brunette behind the counter, her smile making your insides churn. You came to a halt, hesitating for a moment, before continuing to walk over to him.
you reach out with shaky hands, tapping his shoulder softly, the familiar feeling of the tears starting to form in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.
He sees the tears forming in your eyes and he immediately feels a sense of protectiveness and guilt, pulling you to his broad chest, giving you a hug the best he can in his drunken state. he knows better than to say anything, so he waits for you to speak.
"Are you seeing someone else?" you hiccup through the tears, not daring to bring your head away from his chest, soaking his shirt with your salty tears. he shushes you softly, cradling your head like you were the most precious baby in the world.
"no, no, no, hey, 'm not cheating." he slurs, the strong scent of alcohol on his breath making your nose turn up in disgust, but he doesnt seem to realize.
the tears continue to spill looking from him to the lady pouring drinks for people, silently sizing her up, figuring out how she was better than you. Rafe grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head so he can look you straight in the eye.
even if he was drunk, he really loved you and he wouldn't cheat. no matter how sensitive, clingy, impatient, and poor you were, he knew who his girlfriend was. And for you he was willing to try and change his ways.
he grabs your hand in his bigger one, intertwining his fingers with yours, leading you out of the bar and to his car that costed more than your life.
he cups your cheek in his large hand, the coolness of his ring hitting your damp skin as he looks down at you with soft, vulnerable eyes that are reserved for only you. "Baby you gotta believe me when I say I only want you." he pleads, using the pads of both his thumbs to wipe your tears away.
you sniffle and nod, soaking up his reassurances, and leaning into his soft touches. you knew despite rafe's rough exterior, he was trying to change. and you wanted to be there for him.
"I know..." you mumble softly, pulling him into a tight hug, making up for all the lost time. "Just promise you won't try to hide your feelings anymore. when things get bad at home, you can talk to me."
"i know," he says on the verge of his own tears. "Which is why I wanna marry you... I wanna be with you the rest of my life." a few tears fall from his blue eyes as he speaks.
he pulls away from the hug to slip his gold signet ring off his finger, staring at it for a moment before grabbing your left hand, slipping it onto your ring finger.
"I don't have a wedding ring on me right now," he chuckles in between his happy, drunken tears, "but for now, I want you to have this." he says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the ring on your finger, his lips lingering for a few moments.
you open your mouth to say something, but you didn't know what to say. you pull him into another tight embrace, sighing softly in relief of being in his arms again, admiring the ring on your finger that was once on his.
"I love you so much, Rafe." You say, even though you could barely speak through the intense emotions that were flooding through your veins.
"I love you too, sweetheart. and I'm gonna be the man you need, the man that you deserve. you hear?" he says, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, picking you up with ease, pressing kisses to your neck.
a mischievous grin spreads across his face, nibbling on your neck. "gotta bring y' home and make it up to you. huh baby?" he grins.
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marstonsboy · 3 months ago
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My question was what do you think Jack and Abigail's relationship was like after John's passing because I been thinking about it for a while now
ALSO HII IM SO HAPPY FOR A REAL JACK FAN BLOG❤
HII I AM TOO 🩷
we know that abigail dies just a few years after john. how she died is debatable and i’d say usually up to personal headcanon. some people think she died of heartbreak, others think she got sick. personally when i write the latter i hc that she died of TB— mostly because, in both rdr1 and the rdr2 epilogue, you can occasionally hear her having coughing fits. it’s a little thing, but neither jack nor uncle seem to have that problem, so of course i ran with it.
plus, the effect TB has on you largely depends on your health before you got it— the state of your immune system and such. it could also remain dormant or inactive for years, so in theory her health could absolutely take a decline after losing john. but that’s another rant, and NOT related exactly, i just got sidetracked.
in terms of their relationship post-1911, losing both john and uncle in the same day had to have hit them hard. jack would have had beecher’s hope left to him very suddenly at sixteen, and i can’t imagine abigail was doing very well. she’d already had enough stressful periods of time where john either walked out or was presumed dead. to lose him in such a final way and know he isn’t coming back, because they found the gruesome sight of his body in front of their home? yeah. wouldn’t be good for anyone.
jack is the one to pull her away from john’s body and hold her after, not even crying himself, so i think he’d be the one taking care of her for a while, trying to make sure she’s alright and taking care of herself. i can imagine abigail understandably consumed by grief. she’d likely not only be heartbroken over losing her husband, but also over her teenage son doing his best to care for her even though he’s much too young to be dealing with any of this.
i think as they start doing better that she’d be able to smile again after a while, but probably still terrified that she could lose jack too at any point. they both share in the trauma of losing john and uncle, and the unnamed little sister jack had who supposedly died very young, possibly in infancy. they really only had each other left. while they’re both used to john leaving, it was never really this final. this brutal.
abigail gets to see him grow into an adult, and grow up to resemble his father a jarring amount. not only in appearance, but in his anger too, and his desire for revenge. i’d be surprised if she didn’t at least see that he was spiraling down a bad path that she did everything she could to steer him away from.
but still, jack loves his mother too much to make her see the man he turns into, and he doesn’t hunt down ross until after she’s gone. that alone speaks a lot to how much they meant to each other.
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beybaldes · 1 year ago
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✨mr krabs i have ideas✨
festus with tanners mentor!girlfriend makes my brain tingle because there’s so much there
arachne and her being so happy they get to work together because they both got the 10s. controversially i am an arachne lover so childhood bestie!arachne is everything to me. they could never make me hate her. 😔
festus and her being there when arachne dies at the zoo and (according to book canon) walking home with clemmie and coryo after she’s taken by medics. festus proposes they all go to his apartment but when they get there he bursts into tears and mentor!girlfriend has to send clemmie and coryo on their way and ushers festus inside and stays with him.
later trying to convince festus to create an alliance between coral and tanner and festus teasingly telling her that he could think of a few ways she could convince him
her and festus being together at the arena but went their seperate ways to talk to other mentors and gather information. bombs go off and chaos ensues as they try to find each other
i have so many festus thoughts but im just going to leave this here and not be annoying
SpongeBob! You popped the fuck off with this one! (Also not annoying at all pls send me all your festus thoughts) also also sorry this took so long I finished uni for Christmas and have been in every day since oops, I really enjoyed writing this though. More festus to come ⁎⁺˳✧༚
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- you and Arachne are basically siblings the way you grew up together
- I’m talking inseparable : born within two weeks of each-other and grew up as next door neighbours, walked into the academy on your first day together holding hands, sat next to each other at lunch every day, had joint birthday parties every year, etc
- no one could tear the two of you apart
- well, except a pretty determined festus creed, who laid eyes on you the second you walked into that classroom at 6 years old and knew he wanted to be your best friend instead
- Arachne, ever the social butterfly, was quick to attract a large group of friends around the two of you, which gave festus the perfect chance to get to know you better
- as the years went by you and Arachne stayed best friends, but if anyone asked you to name your closest friends, festus creed would also be on that list
- he was ever so charming, and a good listener (though only when it came to you) and when everyone seemed to move at Arachne’s beck and call, he would wait for yours to do anything
- it was sweet, in its own way, and it’s one of the things that drives the two of you to end up together
- like, obviously, festus has had a crush on you since he was a boy
- but you finally start to realise you like him back when all these little things start adding up
- he looks at you for your reaction whenever someone says something, he sits or walks or stands next to you at every chance he gets, he brings you the homework when you’re sick, he carries your bag around for you, he pulls your chair out for you in the canteen
- honestly the list goes on and on
- but the thing that finally gets the two of you together is when you and Arachne have a fight
- it had only been something stupid, but because everyone was Archane’s friend before they were yours, they take her side
you’d been sat on the steps outside the academy, eating your lunch alone in the sunshine while everyone else had gathered at your usual table. Though you knew you were still welcome there, you didn’t want to have to deal with the silent treatment from Arachne (and therefore everyone else) while she built up the courage to admit she was wrong like she always eventually did when it came to you. It was peaceful away from the noise of the canteen, and you found you didn’t mind being alone - at least, alone until the sound of someone running down the steps and right towards you, reached your ears.
Festus Creed took a seat right beside you, his lunch tray in hand and his backpack in the other. “You didn’t show up to lunch. I was worried sick.”
“Me and Arachne had a fight, a squabble really. It was literally over what we thought one of the answers were on the history of Panem homework.” Festus laughed as you did, swapping half of his orange with half of your apple slices. “She’s upset with me though, so I figured everyone would be upset with me.”
“Well, if it makes you fell any better, I think she’s upset with me now as well.” You looked at him confused; your confusion only growing as a smile curled on his lips. “I don’t think she’s too fond of the fact that I am oh so fond of you.”
you lean in and kiss him before his words can truly settle inside of you. but hours later, when they fully do, all you can think about is how you can’t wait to kiss him again sometime.
- when the reaping finally roles around, you and all your friends having to take on the role of mentors for the tributes, you and Arachne get the boy and the girl from 10 and it couldn’t be more perfect
- well, it’d be more perfect if you didn’t have to be mentors at all but, you know what I mean
- the two of you basically plan for your tributes to team up to fight against the other tributes because obviously 🙄 but all that goes awry when Arachne’s tribute kills her
your first reaction is complete stillness and silence. from the moment Arachne’s girl reaches through the bars of the zoo and stabs her right in the throat you have been completely silent. you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breath, you couldn’t scream. Total nothingness. you could only watch as Coriolanus ran forward, bravely pressing his hands against the wound in an effort to save your best friend. You didn’t even manage to get the words out to thank sweet Sejanus plinth, who dragged you to the floor and pressed you under him as peacekeepers rain bullets at the rouge tribute. Even when the gunfire stops and Arachne lies too still for a living person, even when Festus takes you from Sejanus and thanks him on your behalf, even on the walk home sandwiched between festus and Coryo, who’s hands are still covered in the thick of Arachne’s blood, you can’t seem to find the words. It’s only on the doorstep of festus’s apartment - the smell familiar and warm and welcoming - when things seem to catch up to you.
before he can even unlock the door to let you, Coriolanus, and Clemensia inside you’ve burst into hysterical tears: sobbing, gasping, wretching at the thought of what you’ve lost tonight. Festus sends Coryo and Clemmie on their way and ushers your inside, through the house and right to his bedroom, where he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed and kneels before you, hands cradling your face. “You’re okay, you’re okay sweet thing, just breathe.” His grip on your face tightens ever so slightly when you don’t seem to calm down, but it only helps to ground your more. “Breathe with me okay? You’re gonna be okay, sweet thing, it’s all gonna be okay.”
- you sit front row of her funeral beside Coriolanus and selfishly wish you had festus at your side instead
- when festus makes his way to his seat, which he finds is right behind yours, he reaches his hand between the gaps in the chairs and connects it with yours
- he holds your hand the whole way through the funeral and after, until the two of you end up in bed that night and he finally lets go to hold you fully, pressed against his chest as he cradled you to him
- when he wakes up the following morning however, it’s like he’s with an entirely different version of you
- it’s still you, but you’re cold, refusing to cry or grieve or do anything but focus on the games - all you want now is to get things over and done with
- winning doesn’t matter and you don’t really care what happens to your tribute, you just want to go home (which was concerning to you because physically, you were home)
“you need to convince Coral to partner up with Tanner.” you’re sitting at your dressing table as you to speak to Festus, him in his uniform on your bed as he waited for you to get ready to go and bond further with your tributes for the day. “He doesn’t stand a chance alone, he needs the help. Coral does, hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they won.”
Festus only wiggled his eyebrows at you, meeting your gaze in the reflection of your mirror. “Well, sweet thing, I’m sure I could be convinced…” Festus is quickly quietened by your hairbrush smacking against his chest. “I was only saying!”
When he sees you try and smother the smile that tries to form on your face he stands from the bed, crossing the room, and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, speaking to your reflection. “Everything is going to be okay sweet thing. Trust me. In a week from now all this will be behind us and we can get on with the rest of our lives. You and me, a house somewhere in the upper city, two university degrees, other things. Whatever you want will be ours.” Your hands reached up to hold into his arms that wrapped around you, squeezing them lovingly as your stoic composure quickly dissolved. “But if what will soothe your roaring mind right now is an alliance between our tributes, then an alliance you shall have, sweet thing.”
You lean into his hold, titling your head to press a kiss to his clothed arm. “I love you, festus.” It didn’t matter that you knew he wouldn’t say it back just yet, he had always had a hard time verbalising his feelings, because you knew that he loved you, you could feel it right in this moment more then ever before.
- and then, only hours later, the trip to the arena came, and with it, the attack from the rebels
- festus had left your side for approximately 5 seconds, going to drag coral away from Tanner and the boy from 7 (who you hoped were all planning an alliance) when the first bomb went off
your ears ring with a shrill noise that only further disoriented you, your view blurry as you looked up from the rubbed floor of the arena and into the flames. the blast of the bomb from behind you had sent you flying forward, yet, you couldn’t see festus anywhere. smoke filled the room and rubble littered the floors, pieces of the ceiling and walls falling into the centre of the arena in the aftershocks.
you try and stand but your legs fail you and your arms shake with the effort you used to try and push yourself off of the floor. Rubble is falling closer and closer to you with each second, you can’t hear or see anything to anyone, let alone festus, and you’re sure that this is how you’re going to die.
just as you’re about it close your eyes and accept your fate, a shadow emerges from the ashes, running in your direction and yelling what you think is your name. it’s only when they grab you by the arms and hoist you up that you begin to see and hear properly again. “Coral.” You whisper, reaching out and caressing their face.
they seem unfazed, wrapping your arm around their shoulder and holding it against their collar bone while the other wraps tightly around your waist. “your leg is injured, so I’m going to have to drag you, okay? It might hurt.” your barley feel the pain in your leg and if you were any more conscious you might be worried about that, but right now all you can think about is how they came and saved you from the rubble. Coral could’ve ran, for freedom, to leave you for dead, for whatever. but they hadn’t, and a part of you didn’t really understand.
“you saved me.” you whispered, only loud enough for them to hear as they continued to drag you through the arena and to the exit. “what about you’re friends?”
“they’re fine.” they answered, helping you through the barricade and ever closer to safety. “so’s your little boyfriend. they all got dragged out by peacekeepers pretty quickly. we were too far in the destruction to be found as fast.”
you hear him before you see him. festus creed is calling your name in a wretched cry, sobs accentuating everything that came from his mouth. and when you catch sight of his frame, he’s being restrained by two peacekeepers, who seem to be insisting that he can’t go back in there, that’s they’ll find you but he needs to wait out here. before you can call out to him, Coral does so for you. “they need help! their leg!”
all eyes turn to you. you and the tribute from four gripping tightly onto each other, covered in ash and scrapes, hand gripping hand. it’s something festus never thought he’d see and it has him questioning everything he’s ever known. maybe the people from the districts were just like you and him. maybe everything he’d been told was wrong and it was silly to punish children, like himself, for the crimes of their fathers.
what he does know for certain is that he’s never run so fast in his life. he reaches you before the peacekeepers can and tears you from Corals hold, thanking them profusely even as peacekeepers drag them away to go with the rest of the tributes who made it out alive. he grips you with a strength you didn’t know he had, a hand cupping the back of your head and holding you tight against him. “I thought I lost you, God, I thought I lost you. I though you were…” he can’t say it, can’t bring himself to speak it out loud less he makes it come true. “All the rubble and the smoke and the fires, and when I tried to search for you they dragged me out. They told me I couldn’t go back in for you: I would’ve gone back in. I never should’ve left your side, what if you’d-“
He shakes his head, pulling you out of the safety of his hold so he can cup your face, thumbs runnings cross your tear-stained cheeks as he looks at you. “Never leave me. Not like that, not ever. Please. Promise me.”
He’s never sounded so pleading, so desperate, and he’s never wanted for anything more in his life. “I won’t, I’m sorry, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.” You’re a blubbering mess in festus’s arms, gripping to the back of his red blazer like your life depends on it. Your cries only worsen as the ringing in your ears starts to fade and you start to feel a throbbing pain in your leg. “I’m sorry. I love you, I love you.”
“I love you too, I love you too, I love you too.”
- festus follows you to the hospital and everywhere else after that
- but like seriously
- he already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and the attack in the arena only solidified that idea
- the hunger games are over and Lucy grey is crowned their winner within the week
- festus proposes the following morning
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yandereseijuun · 2 years ago
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Little sunshine
Yan!Dadam(Adam)xYui.K! Reader x Eve
Warning : It might contain some spoiler from DL , but it is not the same as the DL , here Yui! Reader tried to escape from The Sakamaki and Mukami siblings and live with the Tsukinami
For @kiannas-stuff srry if im extremely late
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First off...ARE U AN ANGEL COMING FROM HEAVEN?
Dadam has found you , laying down in the forest covered in bite and many injuries . And he brought you to his home , patching u up before letting you go
Well....at least thats what we thought
During your stay at their home , Mama Eve and Dadam grew attached to you , even Cain and Abel !
Mama Eve isn't the one who can kill anybody if they hurt u , thats Dadam you should be careful about
They won"t let you go! Having a peaceful walk in the forest ? Darling , Adam will go with you , if thats not Adam , Cain or Abel will be with you
If you dare to escape...well you cannot hide anywhere in the world because you have three vampire familt who"s chasing you and a new family who won't let you go
During your escape , Eve is the first one who always caught you so she tries to guilttrap you so you can"t escape.
When its Cain , he'll get a lil bit agressive , tries to take you and bring you to Adam by force or by pity
When its Abel , same as his mother , but he grew attached to you so much that he cannot let you go to his parents
And when its Adam , he will ask you gently three times , if you accept everything will be alright if you decline , get ready to be chained and get hit til you're all bloody
Eve and Abel hate it when you're getting punished but the rules are the rules
One time you were praying in a old chapel , Laito came to you , biting you which Adam wasn't so much happier when he saw this . He got mad pretty mad first of all
Why are you praying God? He's the one who throwed Adam and his family away and you except him to help u ? Adam will make you forget the All Mighty God as you may call
He and Eve doesnt want to corrupt your little mind , your innoncence , they want to preserve it as they were protecting a diamond
Cain and Abel are big brothers to you , even tho Cain is a lil bit Tsundere sometimes
One shot time!
Running , running fast as you can , many bruises on your legs , shoulders . Even that you still kept running for your life .
What in the world was happening .
You were running from Shin (Tsukinami) and his wolves , well Shin was misbehaving again and you told him to stop to which he doesn't . Telling Carla (thats a man fr those who dont know) he answered that wasn't his buisness and shoo Shin and you outside so you two could deal with this problem.
Then you two went outside still arguing and Shin looked at you devilishly proposing a thing that was unpredictable
"Sooo human , we're playing hide and seek , if you won , i'll forgive you in other case i won you'll be my prey fr a moment"
Scared thats why you ran for your life , hearing wolves noises behind you , you kept running in the unknown , hopelessly finding someone who might help you.
Suddenly you felt and knocked yourself out , you probably hurted yourself against a rock.
You opened your eyes , and you heard a woman voice "Darling she would wake up?" A feminine voice asked "Yea she will ,we need to take care of her until shes fully healed" a man voice spoke .
After you woke up , you met Eve , she was the one who took care of you. Then you met their sons Cain and Abel
Everything was alright until you noticed their behaviour suddenly changing , when u walk near a lake alone you always felt someone was following you which it was Adam , Eve was always at this to burst in tears , begging you to stay at home and their sons Cain and Abel mostly Cain will not hesit to kill the persons who dare to speak or see you (He let his family live tho)
The thing you love now , Karlheinz hasn't sent his sons nor the Mukami to brought you back , some rumors are spreading that the Sakamaki and Mukami has found a new "Toy" human to play with , Shin still mad and also worried because he couldn't find you and who's gonna give him some peanuts ? Or let him drink some blood?
But now theres a new problem
The family has found a new little sunshine to brighten their lives and you cannot escape them
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superaznchick · 3 months ago
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im usually on this website for a goofy silly time but im being stalked and harassed by my birth mother
it's scary and i dont know what to do, i made it very clear that i never wanted to see her again and she keeps showing up at my house and ringing the doorbell over and over again and standing waiting around
she waited for 2+ hours for me to come home on Sunday and when we got home she waited around for another hour constantly ringing the doorbell and then she mumbled stuff at me into our doorbell (which as a camera) and claiming that she'll never come back again and told me to go have a good life
but she came back again today during the workday today and was just standing there ringing the doorbell again and again
i called her and told her to never come back that i never wanted to see her again
i already called the non-emergency police line on sunday but they came too late they didnt come until over an hour after i called because she wasn't actively breaking in or doing anything that would require me to call 911 so instead i got the slower response from the officers
i dont know what to do but i know for a FACT that that woman does not respect me as a human. she does not see me as human, she belives she has righteous ownership over me as her property
i know she is stubborn and i know she will never respect my space
if she comes back again im going to need to file a restraining order and press charges for trespassing
this is actually insane i dont know if anyone out there understands this feeling or is even willing to imagine but my anxiety has been through the roof the last few days i feel like nobody cares or wants to care because it's "not so bad" but ive had a lifetime of this woman acting this way
acting entitled to me, treating me as sub-human, not listening to anything i say and feeling like she has a god-given right to access me in any way she wants and throwing a tantrum when i say no
she's a monster to me it makes me feel insane and crazy that i can't get a simple "no" respected. she would never treat any other person this way, she treats me this way because she believes she can. it's sick, it's twisted, it's evil
luckily my husband is on my side and it's so unfair to him because it affects him too, she was here in the middle of a workday and it's disruptive to his work, he has a high pressure job and it's not fair to him that he has to deal with this and i feel so bad
im just so angry, im so infuriated. im fucking 30 years old and i still have to deal with this shit, it's insane. no matter what i do no matter how i do it i'll never be more than her little plaything that she can come throw around whenever she feels like
i hate her and i never want to see her again. my house doesn't even feel safe anymore my walks dont feel safe she literally followed me today
i came home from a walk and she rang the doorbell LITERALLY less than 30 seconds later because she STALKED me and FOLLOWED me and kept violating my boundaries despite there being CLEAR indication that I DONT WANT TO SEE HER
she's literally evil. she knows that she's doing. she parked her car blocks away because she KNOWS. she KNOWS that we'd recognize her car and she PURPOSELY PARKED IT far away enough so we wont see it.
she's not some harmless old lady she's smart and conniving. and that's why im exasperated. i feel like no one will believe me because "oh that's your mom" "how can you say that about your mom" but my soul has been screaming for the last 3 decades. my subconscious remembers everything my nervous system explodes when she's here even when she sends me a text it spikes my cortisol. all the evidence is there but people just dont understand
please if you're reading this please beg the universe that she'll leave me alone. that's all i want, i swear, i'd seriously want for nothing more, i dont want money i dont want fame i dont want success i dont care!!!! i just want to be left in peace, i want to live out the rest of my life in peace away from this monster, please tell the universe, tell the algorithm, tell god, tell the divine, please help me manifest her absence from my life. please tell whoever's running the server to keep that woman away from me im begging. please please please
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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago
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Choices!Series Part Five: Stay With Me - Nestor Oceteva x Reader
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Part One: First Date (NSFW) - Nester and you have an unusual first date.
Part Two: Familia - (Feat: Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus discovers your relationship.
Part Three: Fair Trade - Miguel makes a proposal.
Part Four: Slaughterhouse Rules - Nestor deals with the aftermath.
“Get her wherever she needs to go.”
Miguel’s instructions ring in Nestor’s ears as he sits in the driver’s seat of the Escalade, both hands on the steering wheel. It’s been a couple of miles now and you haven’t said a fucking word. You’re curled up in the passenger seat with his jacket wrapped around your shoulders, your head resting against the glass. He feels the distance stretching between the two of you and he doesn’t know how to close to gap.
He thinks you must blame him, for putting that zip tie on your wrists, for letting Miguel do this to you, for not pulling the trigger sooner.
“Thank you.” You say softly and it jars him from his thoughts because he doesn’t expect it. He expects anger, rage, admonishment, all reasonable reactions to the trauma you’ve endured but he doesn’t expect your gratitude.
“Don’t thank me.” He tells you, as he indicates to pull over. “I don’t deserve it.”
“Look at me, my love.” You request.
He can’t. Instead, he turns off the engine and looks straight ahead. You undo the seat belt before turning to face him, your hand comes to rest on his arm, and he can feel you trembling through the fabric of his shirt.
“You are the only fucking one that I will ever let see this side of me.” You tell him with a ferocity he feels in his fucking bones.
He twists his head towards you and sees the tears, they trail down your cheeks, glistening in the light from the streetlamp outside. There’s so much sadness in you right now, he can’t bare to see it. He tries to lock himself away. Tells himself you’ll be better off without him and his torn fucking loyalty but he doesn’t believe it because the truth is he was already pulling the fucking trigger before Miguel had given the order. He knows which side he’s landed on.
“Mi Corazón.” He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. His thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek as he chases away the tears. “I would fucking die for you, you know that?”
Your lips twitch up into a smile as he cups your face between his palms, and he feels like he’s seeing it for the first time all over again. Something blossoms in his chest, and he realises it’s hope, because he knows in this moment, that you believe in him as much as he believes in you.
“You’re always so fucking dramatic, you know that?” You tell him with a humorous lilt, using the back of your hand to wipe away the wetness on your face.
Despite the fact it has been an absolutely shitty day he finds himself laughing, he can’t help it. There’s such a joy that comes with being around you, it’s like something lights up inside of him and chases away all that darkness until there’s just him left standing there, a man in love with a beautiful woman, one that completes him so perfectly.
“Stay with me.” He asks you, his nose trailing down the length of yours until his lips brush over your mouth. “You don’t have to be alone anymore; you don’t have to handle this by yourself. Make your home, my home. When you’re here, be here with me.”
It complicates everything but he means it. He wants you to have a safe place to come back to, a space of your own where you can finally rest your head. A home you don’t have to leave unless you want to. It means everything to you because more than anything right now you need the security, and he knows it. This thing that happened to you today, it’s brought back too many memories, it’s reminded you what it’s like to feel helpless, to have your power stripped away from you, not to have choice. Your head’s a dark space to live right now and you can’t take that back to Marcus and his family, you need to recuperate, find a way to move past those ghosts.
Everything’s too raw right now, too fresh, too vivid. It plays back and forth in your head, the two events bleeding into one another. You can’t separate them both, all you can think about is that moment, the one where you realised that no matter how hard you fought, how much you resisted, it was going to happen. Then the moment when it did happen, when everything was torn away from you, and you were left lifeless in a drainage ditch, breathless and beaten half to death under the Afghan sun.
“Thank you my love,” You whisper, burying your face into the hollow of his neck. You inhale his scent, that rich blend of mandarin and amber and it floods your veins, soothing over your frayed nerves as his lips grace your hair line. “I’d like that.”
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That night you fall asleep with Nestor wrapped around you. His arms clasp you close, drawing you into the confines of his bare chest, your back tucked against him. Your hair is damp from the shower you’d taken as soon as soon as you’d got back to the apartment. You’d spent a long time under the water, scrubbing your skin until it was an intense shade of pink. He’d left you some clothes, the ones he knew you favoured. His faded grey Method Man t shirt, a pair of black boxer shirts that were slightly too small for him and the fuzzy sleeping socks from the last time you’d stayed over. When you’d come to bed, he’d drawn the blankets up around you cocooning you in their warmth, sheltering you from the harsh world outside.
He wants to make sure you know that you’re loved, that there’s someone here for you when you need it because he senses you are going to need it. He doesn’t see your vulnerability as a weakness, he never has.
Your dreams are torrid, eventful things that make you jolt in your sleep. When you start to stir, he kisses your hair and whispers sweet words against your skin that seem to chase away the terrors of the night. He leaves the lamp on nightstand on because he doesn’t want you to wake up in darkness, panicking, not knowing where you are. He wants you to have a sense of place, to know that you’re home, safe with him.
He buries his face into the curve of your shoulder and inhales the scent of manuka honey and shea, from the shampoo you use because the heat dries out your hair. He needs this right now, to be close to you, because what happened today scared the living shit out of him too. Seeing that animal with his hands on you, hearing those words…
It takes a lot for Nestor to lose control. He’s been with you through some serious shit, but this has been the worst. What happened today will haunt him for the rest of his life. Feeding you to the fucking wolves like that…
He doesn’t think he’ll be able to forgive Miguel for it. The other man may not know about the relationship between the two of you but he knows how important you are to Marcus, how the two of you are practically family. He wonders if it would have made a difference if he had known but he doubts it. There’s a reason he’s not told Mikey about you. He knows he’ll view you as a threat, an interloper onto his territory, because that’s how he views Nestor.
The two of them…
They haven’t been family for a long time. He tries to remember the last time the two of them talked, actually talked and he doesn’t remember. It was like trying to roll a weighted dice, no matter how he tried to reframe their relationship in his mind, it always lands the same way. When Mikey needs him, he’s there. There wasn’t room for anything else.
He knows this thing between the two of them is going to come to a head, it’s like a train crash. You can see it happening but there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it.
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Hi i finished yttd and now i have to ask what exactly is the ai test idiots au? im very curious,,, from what i can tell its a sara ai? who became sentient? but idk abt the others lol im just oh so interested
ok so get this right.
the ai sims- aka where the percentages are from- were disrupted one day when a glitch happened, messing with everything going on in the facility. This happened when the sara ai won, causing her to achieve self-awareness! (Here’s a comic of what happened from red’s perspective kinda)
Before this event, the sims went pretty normally- one or two people winning and all the others dying. Noticeable patterns showed up though! The sara ai and keiji ai were pretty much nemeses, the sara ai killed the shin ai most times, and the anzu ai had a pretty decent win rate, particularly because of her rivalry with the sara ai. ‘PLEASE stop killing people’ ‘ermm.make me?’ You know.
The glitch that made the sara ai becoming self aware led to some other weird stuff happening though. For example the sim itself would glitch often leading to the ais themselves to get super corrupt for short periods of time. Very strange and unusual. Michiru was supervising all this but scientific curiosity was too much to make everything normal again.
Fun fact though !! The Sara ai ends up becoming a lot more different from the original, eventually becoming his whole own person entirely !! He goes by Red, originally a nickname from Michiru because of his eyes. He/it/bite little creature guy<3 the anzu ai clings to being ‘anzu’ longer though, since for a while getting back home because her family needed her was what kept her going. Eventually though, they accepted being an ai, picking out the name ‘Pierrot’ with Red’s help. The two of them won a lot of simulations together! Pier wins some alone too ofc but unlike red’s weird mother-son like relationship with Michiru, pierrot does not like her at all (here’s how they met)
Eventually the simulation is concluded and red gets put into a doll body (which is drastically customized- fangs and his red eyes. He cuts his hair a little bit too hehe) while Pierrot manages to get into the general system at asunaro. The two don’t see each other for a while because of this unfortunately but eventually they do reunite, pier just living in red’s (stolen) phone sometimes. <3
Red and Pier’s funny lil story goes in a few directions depending on things, they show up in a collaborative au between me and some friends (ai guys<3) and some other stuff, I wanna make a comic abt them eventually (the Pluto project..<3) but their ‘canon’ end is them living with the survivors of the death game!! Because. Red’s ass broke into the dg LOL. He was like ‘heyyyy emiri ^^ you know what would be funny..’ and she was like. ‘Get in there boy’. So red ends up hangin around and messing/hanging out with people!!! Like kai(here) and gin(here) but he and sara REALLY DO NOT GET ALONG!!!!
You see… Red is very jealous of Sara. Why did he have to be created just for her sake? How come she got homecooked meals and a family that loved her and friends and school and he had to live through hell every day?? Ofc sara’s life isn’t that great (her father is literally meister after all..) but red does not know that. Sara finds herself disturbed by red. This weird copy of her keeps running around causing trouble and insulting her to her face.. she thinks he was thrown in to make everyone trust her less or something. They’re so messed up…. After the death game though they hang out a lot. Make amends. I ljike them..
ERM YEAH THATS ALL OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD..!!! Also candy’s here sometimes she’s a cute pink girl who kills<3 (she also is an ai of shin who takes after midori… a lot. Because she was directly under his thumb and had to deal with him she began to associate violence and love until the two concepts totally overlapped in her mind. AND she’s trans!)
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empty-blog-for-lurking · 2 years ago
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hiii uh. dunno if this will make any sense, im kinda just throwing my thoughts at you
OKAY. so. been thinking about kuron(again) and the thing im just realising how ALONE he is, at least at the beggining. the people he thought of as his family fucking KILLED him, stole his body, and then basically forgot about him for YEARS. and after being ressurected- like, in the first few days, weeks, months- did kuron had ANY support? anyone to lean on?? to help him adjust to being alive again?
i know he starts to meet new people and make friends, and thats great! but. at the beggining....... lance was in a coma 'n shit, team voltron propably wasnt too enthusistic about helping kuron, and it just hit me that, at least the way i understand it(i might be wrong), he had to figure EVERYTHING out by himself
thats FUCKED dude
Oh god yes!!! To be honest i dont really have like a detailed idea for this part of the story like at best i have this one idea where Veronica is the first one to find him. Like in my head Veronica has been trying to track down Lance cause he ran away/didnt give the address once he moved out, isnt picking up his goddamn phone and literally dropped from the face of the earth and she cant find a trace of him. That was until apparently Lance?? 'Attacked' Shiro?? Like Shiro's fine just fainted and on bedrest and according to Curtis, Lance was saying something about "he is still in there" before apparently using Magic?? Somehow?? And taking something? From Shiro?? Yeah Veronica has no fucking clue. But a lead is a lead and she was able to track down Lance's new home only to find 1) a guy butt fuck naked coming out of a quintessence filled tub like the girl from Shining and who looks a bit like her boss. 2) her brother unconscious. She instinctly about to pull a gun on him except Kuron just slips and hits the floor, so now Veronica has two men she needs to drag to a hospital. Joy.
So like yeah Kuron's first stranger-to-acquintance-to-friend is Veronica. She neither has the history of All That™ the others have with Kuron, knows a bit about the clone situation to not be weirded out by it, but also doesnt really care about the whole Evil Clone thing™, cause i am so sorry but she has seen this man fall on his face first 5 times and counting, cry over a fridge ad that had kittens in it, and try to name himself Frank Shelley, even if he somehow becomes Evil~ Veronica is sure she can just Take him down easily, and like what is she supposed to do? Just leave him? He clearly has even less of an idea what is going on and she cant in good conscience leave him like this.
And thing is that Veronica does want to support Kuron, because he deserves that! It's the right thing to do and he deserves that! But at the start he really is a stranger to her and Lance is more of a priority to her than he is, and he is like one of the only leads that explains what is going on with Lance. And while she wont admit this but Kuron can tell and like logically He Gets That™!! He Gets That™!!! And he wants to help Lance too!! But he's also someone who is used and thrown away by everyone around him and this shit hurts like hell. Like this is a recipe of disaester for both of them and will result in a shouting match but right now Kuron is too high on pain meds and pain of being alive again to truly get into it so.
So like physically he isnt really alone in figuring this out, Veronica is trying to help him as much as she can help him, and the hospital staff she dragged him to are really nice to him as well. Emotionally......well there is effort. Vero is trying! Heck she even defended him when Shiro suggested they should lock him up cause he was a danger to everyone and is evil. She is trying but she also has her own trauma, whatever is going on with Lance, her family having separation anxiety, her job, etc etc and she can only do so much, and like Kuron is also trying but he is also dealing with so much and pushing it into the back burner and my guy is just not having great time at all. So like yeah he did had to figure out so much himself
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aimwigs · 1 year ago
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pls write dadwig the people are dying
okay this one has some aimwig in it because well im me and obviously takes place after the other one. and uhhhh i changed the girldad lud tag to just dadwig :] for reasons
Ludwig remembers being fucking terrified on the day Ryan was born. She was so small and she came into the world with a piercing scream as she took in her very first breath. He remembers taking one look at his perfect fucking daughter and thinking Shit. I better not fuck this up.
There was a little bit less freaking out when Lucy was born. Seeing as she was three entire weeks late, there was the general vibe of fucking come on already. He was still a little scared on the day itself, though, wondering if maybe they weren’t ready for a second kid yet or what if Ryan didn’t actually want to be a big sister or what if they have this second kid and then he and QT figure out they don’t want to be together anymore and have to balance two kids in the breakup. The last one was surprisingly on the nose for everything that happened a few years down the line, so much so that he wonders if maybe putting off that conversation was a huge fucking mistake, but that doesn’t change the fact that Lucy’s birth is tied for the best thing that has ever happened to him.
But when Anthony is born, he actually feels fully ready. He’s older now, and far more familiar with what it means to be a dad, and he’s in a really secure marriage. Honestly, he and Aiden went back and forth on this a lot, discussing whether it’s a good idea to bring a new child into their home when Ryan and Lucy live there part-time, figuring out whether they wanted to go with adoption or surrogacy, and making sure the girls know that just because there’s going to be a new baby, doesn’t mean that either of them loves them any less.
In the end, they decided that they wanted to have a baby together and that they wanted it to be biologically Aiden’s, so they went through the process of finding a surrogate as well as an egg donor since they didn’t want to risk any legal or ethical dilemmas that could come up with traditional surrogacy.
Now, Ludwig paces back and forth in the waiting room alone because apparently, their kid is big enough for them to need to do an emergency c-section which means only one other person gets to be in the room. Obviously, they chose Aiden because Ludwig has gotten to witness the births of his first two children— as much as he craves this magical moment for himself, he needs Aiden to experience it too.
He’s ready for this— he really fucking is— and waiting feels like torture, especially when he’s alone. The flight he bought for his mom and Peter doesn’t leave until tonight and Slime is still in the process of picking the girls up from school for him.
Luckily, Slime arrives with the girls like twenty minutes later, and dealing with the impatience of a 3rd grader and a 5th grader excited to meet their new sibling overrides his own burning anticipation to hold his baby for the first time.
Eventually, Aiden emerges into the waiting room with teary eyes and that unique magical smile that only exists in moments like these. He holds out a hand to him. “Come meet our son.”
Now Ludwig is crying too because this is seriously a fucking emotional moment, even if it is the third time he’s gone through it. He clings to Aiden’s side as they walk back into the hospital room and when Ludwig first sees him, his heart fucking soars.
Even though he’s pretty big for a newborn, he still looks so fucking small cradled in his surrogate’s arms. With big brown eyes and a wisp of dark hair, he looks just like Aiden.
The surrogate holds him out. “Do you want to hold him?”
He’s unable to do anything but nod as he carefully takes him, holding him tight to his chest. This is his son— his baby boy— and he’s actually here. After all the paperwork and a few failed IVF attempts, he’s here.
“Hi Anthony,” he whispers, reaching down and letting him wrap a tiny hand around his finger. Fuck, he can’t believe this is real. He looks up at Aiden, who looks so fucking fond. “He’s so fucking perfect.”
Aiden lets out a teary laugh. “That’s our baby.”
“Did you hold him?” Ludwig asks as Aiden walks over and slings an arm around his waist, reaching down with his other hand to gently brush Anthony’s cheek.
“Yeah, before I grabbed you. I couldn’t wait.”
He nods. “I wouldn’t have been able to wait either.”
“Do you want to take him out to meet your family?” the nurse asks. They talked about this extensively before, but the baby will have to stay with the surrogate at least overnight to adjust, if not a bit longer, and it’s best not to crowd the surrogate’s hospital room with strangers after she was just literally cut open.
“Yeah. We’ll take him to meet his sisters now,” Aiden says, squeezing Ludwig’s hip.
The girls are fucking pumped to meet him, and each of them gets their carefully monitored turn holding him, with plenty of pictures being taken for both posterity’s sake and also for their parents.
When they tell Slime his name, something that they had kept from him along the way both because they wanted it to be a surprise and they didn’t want to get his hopes up in case the baby was a girl, tears stream down his face.
“Fuck you guys,” he tells them, but the smile on his face shows that he clearly feels honored.
“That’s a bad word,” Lucy pipes in, earning a laugh from the three adults in their group.
Eventually, Anthony lets out a wail and the nurse steps in to take him back to be fed, telling them that she’ll be back in a moment so they can file some paperwork.
While they wait, Ludwig presses a soft kiss to Aiden’s lips. Their new baby is here, and a new adventure is beginning.
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Leverage Redemption Log: The Fractured Job
Someone is moving house, puts a trophy in a box. Scouts are coming so the kid might get a scholarship for the sportsballs. Town is collapsing economically.
Fracking, (the water is flammable) --- Sophie is worried their actions could have collateral damage. She's still feeling guilty about Arthur.
Hardisons in space. (get the actor a greenscreen and he can do cameo's without burdaining his packed schedule too much or needing to be physically present. God are they lucky its the hacker whose career took off. I dont think they could've done this stuff if it'd been Elliot)
Elliot is on break. He's going to try and connect with his dad. (presumably lives in Frackingville).
--- Elliot on the road, listening to the radi-OH SHIT ITS A PARKER "Im here for emotional support" "Im here to ensure she gets the concept" 10/10 gag.
Elliot comes to his hometown and barely has the time to nostalgia about the hardware store before he has to intervene in some goon-on-guy violence.
Parker and Elliot punch some people while Breanna loads Checkov's Pepperspray Pipet. Interracial family representation. --- The goons are not proficient in disguise. Huh, i didnt know fracking caused earthquakes. (that reads sarcastic/suspicious of future plottwists. It isnt, i dont live in a country that has fracking so all I know about it is through cultural osmosis from american exported media)
Oh i thought Breanna meant "we should give these two some alone time" not "We've got a client". (I thought "we've got a client" was obvious enough it didnt need saying).
Elliot looking longingly at the siblings that have lived an entire life without him. --- Yup of course Harry knows how hard it is to prove the direct causality from "fracking rig" to "cancerous growths" in a legal setting.
Sophie is afraid of hurting Elliot's relationship with his dad through this.
--- Breanna and Dad talking bout the future.
Parker is worried that Elliot might be dying, (sudden decision to connect with family, it would match the symptoms) Bugs in place, "we dont upload anything we use a closed system" huh, guys actually smart enough to see through a con... until you double down with a second-layer. --- Meanwhile at the Oklahoma State Capital, Harry and Sophie are ready to deal with a probably-crooked politician. (as if there is another kind)
Time for an interview, show him the obvious microphone so we can make him think he's "safe" when its taken from play (leaving him unaware of a second, tinier microphone)
AG is going back home, (make him see the damage itself rather then the probably faked data. If he's not corrupt that'll be enough. If he is corrupt... well we'll know exactly where he is) --- Breakfast. The good thing about politicians locked away from their home for ages is that they're so unfamiliar with their own home they're extremely unlikely to notice any minor changes as a result of you bugging their house.
Elliot is staying to get that family talk in (and protect his dad from hired goons) Dad is still somewhat standoffish, but he's accepted the breakfast.
Well, he might not actually be crooked after all. A bit suspiciously defensive of the "wait for the reports" policy but correlation VS causation is a thing and its actually good for an AG not to let anecdotal evidence steer him too much so lets hope. --- Yeah he's crooked. Of course he is. Hope is a lie like always.
So yeah not only is he crooked, he's the real mastermind what the state actually prosecutes it means you bribe one and you are out and clear.
But he still wants that interview with Harry and Sophie, so that means we can literally put a camera in his face and he'd go with whatever script we feed him.
Father and Son heart-to-heart. --- We have a keycard and we're off to the rig. Dad is off to violate a restraining order.
reduced guards, more people for Elliot to punch. --- Oh we put him in front of a camera, on a stage and everything. Live broadcast as he boasts of his victory?
this robot bodies joke is getting a bit long in the tooth... 7 seasons and a timeskip's worth of buildup to that hug. "try to stay out of trouble"
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landscaping-your-mind · 1 year ago
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)
Relationship: Tenth Doctor & Jackie Tyler
Character: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)
Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Broken Bones, Torture, Interrogation, Episode AU: s02e12 Army of Ghosts, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who) Whump, Blood and Injury, Violence
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Things go fine at Torchwood, the Cybermen are dealt with, and Torchwood finally have their hands on the Doctor. --- Written for Whumptober 2023, day 5. Prompt used: "It's broken." The vibe, at least.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Yvonne Hartman says. “It’s an unfortunate loss, of course, but I really do appreciate the aid in protecting our planet from the…“
“Cybermen,” the Doctor provides.
“Yes, them.”
“Just lucky that we found one of them here in time.”
“Yes, it very much is.”
There’s silence for a few seconds, then the Doctor speaks.
“Well, it’s been lovely helping you, now, got some things planned, so I'll be seeing you.”
Almost as if on cue, guards stepped behind them, preventing the Doctor and Jackie from leaving.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Doctor,” Yvonne says. “See, we know a lot about you, including how much you tend to value your companions.”
“And?”
“And we have Rose Tyler locked in a room guarded by heavily armed guards, and her mother right here.”
The Doctor breathes out, then looks directly at Yvonne, smile gone, everything gone, face completely blank.
“What do you want?” he asks. Yvonne smiles.
“You,” she answers. “And the TARDIS.”
“You leave Rose, Jackie, and my TARDIS alone, and I’ll go with you.”
“How about I don’t shoot Rose and Jackie, and you come with me and let us do whatever we want with the TARDIS?”
The Doctor is silent for a moment, then responds. “Don’t hurt them. And let them go home.”
“Deal.” Yvonne holds her hand out for the Doctor to shake. The Doctor holds out both its hands, as if to be handcuffed, tilts his head, and smiles.
“Escort Jackie and Rose Tyler out of the premises. Give them a lift home—“
“ Don’t accept the lift home.”
“We know where they live already.”
“Right,” the Doctor mutters.
“Wot are you doin’ to ‘im?” Jackie asks, looking between the Doctor and Yvonne.
“You wanted me to protect your daughter,” the Doctor responds before anyone else can. “This is me, protecting your daughter. Now leave before they change their minds.”
“Don’t ‘urt ‘him!” Jackie yells, as she’s escorted out of the room. “ Don’t !”
As soon as she’s gone, the Doctor looks back up at Yvonne.
“Don’t hurt them,” it says — whispers if he’s being honest. “Please.”
It’s not the worst place he’s ever lived. It's clean, for a start, with a bed in - corner, a bathroom, a table, a chair, food every day. There are no windows, there are cameras in every corner, and it doesn’t trust the food, but it’s a lot better than he expected.
Until it isn’t. He shouldn’t really have been surprised.
They enter in the morning, after exactly a week. The Doctor is sitting on the floor, leaning against a bed when they enter. He looks up at them, hearts speeding up a bit.
“Hello.” His voice is calm, face blank. It leans back, casual, casual.
Two guards drag him to his feet and the Doctor doesn’t struggle. “Would’ve been easier to just ask ,” it says. The guards are still holding onto him, and the Doctor is hyper-aware of their strength.
“How do we get into the TARDIS?” asks the third person. The Doctor must not have seen them in its admittedly brief tour around Torchwood.
“Finally asking that, are you?” One of the guards punches him in the stomach and it doubles over in pain.
“Yes,” says the third person again, the interrogator. “How do we get in?”
“You don’t,” answers the Doctor, clenching his jaw.
The interrogator motions something at the guards and they begin to drag him out of the room. The Doctor tries its best to keep up with the speed at which they’re walking — no point in struggling at this point — but they end up dragging him along, then practically throwing it into a chair in another room, not too far from the one where he’s being kept. One of the guards holds his arms down while the other handcuffs them to the armrests. The Doctor forces himself to relax. It’s not really sure who he’s doing it for at this point. Being calm about it isn’t going to make it happen any less.
“What do you mean we can’t get into the TARDIS?” the interrogator asks.
The Doctor’s eyes flicker to the guards, then back to the interrogator. He might as well rip the plaster off now.
“I mean she’ll only open to a select few people. People I let enter.”
“And I take it you’re not inclined to let us enter.”
“Not really, no.”
The interrogator nods to the guard, and immediately the Doctor gets a fist to his face. It groans in pain, then grits his teeth together, taking in harsh breaths through his mouth.
“Face now,” it says. “ Charming. ”
“Let us enter the TARDIS,” the interrogator says.
The Doctor scoffs out a laugh, then winces at how it hurts. “I’m even less inclined now.”
The guard punches him again and again, and again the interrogator says, “Let us into the TARDIS,” and again the Doctor looks up at them and says, “No.”
The guard punches it in the face, and this time there’s a cracking sound, and his nose hurts even more than last time. It tries to move its head as far away as it can, but the other guard stops him while the first punches him again. The Doctor screams and they stop, letting it hang his head down as blood drips onto its trousers.
“Let us into the TARDIS. That’s all we want.”
The Doctor tilts his head up to look them in the eyes. It says nothing. They know what he means.
The interrogator begins to walk out of the room and the Doctor allows itself a moment of hope, before they turn back and tell the guards, “Hit him until he lets us in.”
The guard nods and as they leave, then one of them punches him again. The Doctor screams. They punch again, again, again, blood drips from his nostrils down into his mouth, down his chin, onto his shirt.
“I’m not letting you have her,” he gasps out, in one of the longer gaps. One of the guards speaks, finally.
“You will, Doctor.”
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qumiiiquinnquin · 2 years ago
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crying right now because im afraid to go to my mom's
it's my last day here at home and then i don't come back until early august
i don't have to go. im 18 now and no longer am required to keep visiting every break.
but im going for my sibling.
im going because i really can't bear the thought of them being alone with my mom's side of the family. im scared of what will happen if im not there , and i want them to have somebody with them. i want to be there for them , so im coming with this trip and christmas
but im scared to go.
im so tired of everything. i don't want to deal with any more than what we have for years , since we were 5 and 4
i want it to be over. i wish my mom had just said ok to my dad's idea that my sibling is no longer required to keep visiting when i turn 18 so both of us aren't required to go.
but she said no , it can only happen when my sibling is 18 too
im tired of walking on a tightrope of stress for the entire visit. im tired of always having to hide my emotions around everyone and behaving how they like to please them otherwise it leads to enormous issues. im tired of feeling so homesick and desiring to be with my dad's side because it's so much less abusive and genuine love is shown way more than with my mom's side
im tired
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gatitahhh · 8 months ago
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16th day:
Revelation
Today I noticed that every time is the weekend ever since last weekend I start feeling everything deeper. My depression is present more and i feel sad. Therefore, on work days I manage to be okay because at work I have to be okay and pretend to be good. Even though I catch myself tripping out a little sometimes. Then I get it together.
Despite the fact that I no longer have my therapy sessions since Thursday last week :(. Tbh therapy was helping me so much to deal with my emotions and depression. Now there’s no more therapy in the evenings and my therapist no longer works there so I’ve been discharged from IOP. Since then I started to struggle so much but I picked myself up and ask God to help me.
This week I promised I wanted to give up on everything. I was falling apart and I didn’t know what to do. I been praying on my knees for days because I need the Lord to help me, to strengthen me, guide and uplift me. This week I felt like I couldn’t anymore, but God is good his been there this whole time when I wanted to give up , when I wanted to loose faith. When the enemy was intervening. I knew I was at war when I lost my car (God is good because even though my mom doesn’t know what happened to my car she offer to let me use her car for 2 weeks until she come back from D.R) and the enemy wouldn’t leave me alone. I stayed prayed up. Everyday praying , morning, day, in between the days and night time. I’ve been getting attack this whole week since Thursday. When i say I wanted to give up I don’t mean end my life. I mean give up on me trying to fix things and fix my life and everything that’s been happening to me. I gave up and told the Lord to please take control over my life that idk what to do.
Fast forward to today. Friday came and I got home showered and came straight to bed. I’ve gotten so use to getting home everyday and going straight to bed. I start feeling everything the depression and all thats going on. Then I start crying I get on my knees and cried more and prayed. Then I lay down wanting to sleep. I tried and couldn’t. That’s when the Lord spoke to me and said you need to go to church right now. And im like no I don’t wanna go or go anywhere. And his like you need to go to church go. I said no I don’t wan to go anywhere i just want to sleep and cry. Then he told me again, so I listened I got up and put on that black dress with hearts that I wore last year for my birthday, which you took me photos in Galveston at the train tracks. I was crying on my way to the church the whole way.
7:45p I made it to church, I wasn’t feeling the beginning and I wasn’t understanding what they were saying. (First time in this church) an hour passed it was almost 9pm. Then okay the pastor came and started speaking. Now I was getting all emotional even though I had already came feeling emotional. I was tearing up and listening. I felt the urge to go up to the pastor and tell him to please pray for me. I didn’t do that cause I didn’t know if i was interrupting. However, 30mins later, a lady came towards me and said come to the attire and i did. She and other 2 or 3 ladies circled around me and started praying for me. I cried and cried even more. The lady was super annotated that she spoke what I was dealing with and going through and they rebuke it from me.
Later, I got a revelation! Every time I keep going to church God keeps telling me this. I have not been listening I been stubborn and not wanting to accept it. But today It was different. He spoke to me, His like you’re seeking for me and in search for me to have me in your heart first and with your life . You’re not letting me insert your heart. You’re not putting me first. Today I forgave myself, and he forgave me and he Loves me. I told him that I was going to let go of you because I haven’t been able to let you go. I chose God first then me. No matter where you are or where you go I will have you there. You just won’t be there in God’s place. I been blocking him from entering because this whole time I have you there. I love you so much that I had to let go. I chose to continue living and seeking my purpose and work on my new spiritual journey with God. Just me and him.
Before, the enemy knew my weakness. He let me mess up when we took that break and you came back. The enemy knew that I couldn’t be alone and i was quick to seek someone to fill that void and brokeness i had when you weren’t there.
Now, is been different ever since we parted. I meant it that night when i said I wanted to be alone. The Lord gave me that peace and comfort so I can feel good alone at my home. Everyday I come straight home and go to bed. I’m finally experiencing being alone, with my self and my emotions. Now, I am realizing why this whole time he wanted us separate. He wanted me to seek him this whole time. He knew that no matter what i was going to run to you, if he didn’t allow for the enemy to do what he did so that i can mess up and things happened the way it did i would of not been in seek for the Lord. I know im not suppose to question God but i just don’t like how everything happened. I get it , it had to happen that way me messing up because he did it the hard way because I never listened and he knew That I would go back to you because the intense love that i feel and have for you. Everything making sense to me now. I was blind to see it. All God was trying to do is have me seek him and put him first. You’ve told me that before but I was stubborn and blind.
All the beautiful things, memories and parts of you will always be with me where ever i go. There will never be another you. You’re always going to be my favorite human. I love you so much, and I appreciate everything about you , and you and all the things you did for me. For helping me grow and become a better person.
No matter how much i pray to restore our friendship in this season the Lord doesn’t want us together. With today’s revelation i feel more at peace. Although, ofcourse i am still taking it all in and trying my best to accept it 100 percent because is hard but i am trying Today I got a better picture of everything.
Thank you Lord for helping me be at peace today. I hope to continue to get more revelations and understanding of everything and my life.
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how-gross · 1 year ago
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2:37am — December 23, 2023
I’m so fucking sick of everything. Whoever said you life doesn’t end at seventeen was a fucking liar. I’m sick of this. All of this. I hate everyone and everything and I really just want to go to sleep, and never wake up.
It’s almost my second semester of my senior year of high school. My college application deadlines are coming up. Scholarship application deadlines are coming up. I might not even win some scholarships since I waited until the last fucking minute to apply— I DIDNT EVEN APPLY YET.
I wanted to apply for scholarships before the school year even started, that’s why my mom’s friend suggested. But the minute before I submit the application, my mom’s like, “wait don’t do it yet. Wait until we can do it together”. So I wait, but then other people are talking about getting scholarships, so I beg my mom to help but she goes ahead and tells me that her friend says I should do it myself. I FUCKING TRIED TO, BUT YOU TOLD ME TO WAIT UNTIL WE DO IT TOGETHER, SO I WAITED FOR YOU TO TELL ME WHEN YOURE READY TO DO IT TOGETHER. And then you want to tell me that you already have enough stuff on your plate so I can’t expect you to remember when to do those applications. But if I were to go up to you and ask you to do it, you’d be hostile or exhausted and either way I’d end up feeling bad. And then you want to turn the conversation around, asking me if I want to do applications tonight, but when I tell you I’m tired from the week alone — WHICH I AM. I AM TIRED. I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE FUCKING TIRED — you wanna say, “you made such a big deal out of it”.
YES. BECAUSE IT IS A BIG DEAL. I WOULDN’T HAVE COME TO YOU IF IT WASNT A BIG FUCKING DEAL. AND SOMEHOW THIS IS MY FAULT ALL OVER AGAIN. YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO KILL MYSELF. I HATE THAT I HAVE TO LIVE WITH A PERSON LIKE YOU. I HATE THAT IM SO FUCKING RELIANT ON YOU TO FUCKING SURVIVE.
And now, during Christmas Break, a fucking old lady wants to mention, “yeah, around this time scholarship deadlines are coming up”. Oh yeah, just what I wanted to hear. I know that already, shit-for-brains. You heard me mention scholarship applications, you see me trying to make the effort, you think I don’t know that applications are coming up? Why the fuck do you think I brought my backpack with me on fucking holiday break? And then when I try to apply for scholarships and get ahead on things, listing out the different ones I want to apply to, my mom’s like, “Let me check grammar before you submit”. But as I’m sending you the stuff to let you check, you can’t because you’re in a meeting. And then I try to talk about how I can stay organized by making a spreadsheet and asking you to help, you’re like, “I promise we will work on it together while I’m off”. But then, when I say we could work on scholarship applications the next day after you get off from work, you’re like, “do we have to do it tomorrow?”. YES. YES WE DO, BECAUSE AT THIS POINT IM GONNA BE FUCKING DROWNING IN DEBT. IM GONNA HAVE TO WORK FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. THIS AFFECTS MY FUCKING FUTURE AND YOURE TREATING IT LIKE ITS A FUCKING SIDE JOB. AND YOU WANT TO YELL AT ME FOR PROCRASTINATING AND SAYING I NEED TO WORK ON TIME MANAGMENT, BUT YOU DONT WORK ON TIME MANAGMENT YOURSELF. YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FUCKING EXAMPLE— SOME SHIT OF AN EXAMPLE YOU ARE.
My holiday break isn’t even my own. I can’t relax, at all. Because if it’s not schoolwork, then it’s college applications or scholarship applications, and if it’s not those, it’s family.
Oh by the way, forgot to mention, MY FUCKING GRANDMOTHER IS LIVING WITH US NOW. YEAH, CUZ MY FUCKING MOTHER DECIDED TO JUST PICK HER UP AND BRING HER TO OUR HOUSE, AND NOT BRING HER BACK HOME BECAUSE SHE CANT LIVE BY HERSELF SINCE SHE HAS DEMENTIA. And now my fucking grandmothers insistent on going by home, arguing with my mother, and I’m expected to take sides as usual. My mom’s trying to get me to be on her side and understand her issue, but it’s like; you lied to her and told her all this shit and you expect her to be okay with it? You know how she gets and how stubborn she is about her own independence, what the fuck did you expect when you lie to her, tell her she’s not going home at the last minute, and expect her to just deal with it? You do this shit with everyone; you make decisions for other people and expect them to just suck it up and deal with it, just be subservient to all your fucking needs. This is why I hate you. You don’t let others make their own choices.
And I get it, because my grandmother is too unstable to live by herself. She forgets things and asks for stuff multiple times. She mixes up her own medicine. She creates these scenarios in her head and believes they’re real. And it’s even harder on my mom because my aunt doesn’t do jack shit besides paying for groceries once in a while, and even then it’s half-assed. But for fuck’s sake, you could have handled it differently instead of just bullshitting your way through. Sure she probably would have reacted the same, but at least it wouldn’t have the added effect of, “dealing with this shit at the last minute”, and “being lied to”.
And yeah. It’s almost Christmas too. That’s fun. Fucking fantastic.
Everything is happening all at once, I’m overwhelmed, stressed and so close to just relapsing heavily, and I’m just expected to be okay with it? Just expected to suck it up and deal with it because everyone else is going through this and it’s hard on everyone, not just me? Everyone just expects me to communicate with my mom, like it’s the easiest thing in the fucking world— but you don’t have to fucking live with her. She doesn’t see you the same way she sees me. And that’s the fucking problem.
I hate all of you. I hate this. I hate everything and everyone and I just want it all to be over. I’m sick of this.
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