#tw: assault and battery

[sortofanobsession]

Bright lights and futures (Ted Lasso Fic) RoyJamie Time travel AU Surprise Sequel!

A/N I know I teased this last Saturday have a few other fics that have sequel ideas Early Morning Visitor/Maggie fic & Jamie's Birthday. 😉 A bunch of other promised fics I have been working on too. Let me know which you want to see most of you can.

Reminder! Minors Do No Interact (not super 18+ just the recent YouTube drama has reminded me that it needs to be stated.)

Ch 1 (AO3)

Ted Lasso Masterlist

Pairing: Roy x Jamie (romantic), Keeley x Jamie/Roy (platonic), Colin x Jamie/Roy (platonic), Ted x Jamie/Roy (platonic), Beard Jamie/Roy (platonic), Team x Jamie/Roy (platonic)

Word count: 5k+ (turned into a monster of a sequel 😂)

Content Warnings: canon injury, abuse, past child abuse, past violence, anger, fear, cursing/cussing/swearing

Chapter 2: Never NOT in mind

Roy can tell something is off when Jamie is unusually quiet and subdued as they board the bus. He starts to worry when Jamie sits in the window seat. And Roy sits beside him on the way to Liverpool.

"Talk to me," Roy says quietly once the bus is well on the way. He leans ever so slightly into Jamie's space as he does. "You don't have to right now, but-"

"My dad texted me," Jamie says. He will probably regret it because they are trapped on a bus for the next like 6 hours and this will anger Roy. He just knows it. But he also doesn't like the idea of Roy knowing something is wrong and just letting Roy worry the whole time. Jamie doesn't want that. Roy has been a fucking rock for him since they saw the future. A future that he knows is gone now. But were they supposed to change it? Because the bauble hadn't glowed since. Was it some sort of destiny that he was to find that bauble and change things? Sometimes Jamie's head hurts just thinking about it all. Was it all a change for the better? His thoughts are interrupted by Roy's hand on his knee.

"Hey," Roy says. "What did he say?"

Right, his dad. They were talking about his dad. Jamie nods and gets out his phone. He opens the message and hands his phone to Roy. Roy has to remind himself that James Tartt is not there. That James Tartt can't get to Jamie if they don't let him.

He hands the phone back to Jamie.

"Be right back," Roy gets up. He catches Beard's attention before he reaches him.

"Hey, Coach," Roy says as he crouches beside him, ignoring the discomfort in his knee. He'd endure much worse for Jamie if needed. This was nothing. "Anyway we can make sure Jamie's dad can't get anywhere near the hotel? Because the stadium already knows. Welton and Pep got that out to the right people."

"You got a specific reason or is it just a bad feeling being closer to Manchester?"

"About every threat a person can fit into a handful of texts dated this morning says it is going to be a shit show if we don't do something. And-"

"If you see him, you'll probably catch a charge for manslaughter," Beard states.

"Manslaughter?"

"Oh yeah, sure we could get charges lowered, if not dropped because it's a clear pattern of behavior and he is dumb enough to put actual threats in text. But you'd miss the game, Jamie too most likely. So I'll see what we can do."

"Thanks, Coach," Roy says going back to his seat. Jamie looks at him, confused.

"Beard's going to see about getting your father barred from the hotel."

"Oh, okay," Jamie says.

"If he shows up, you leave him to me, yeah?"

"And let him hurt you, no. He's-"

"I don't care if he hits me. He'll get one hit, then I will end him."

"And then you get arrested," Jamie states. "No, it's not worth it. He isn't worth it. I'm-"

Roy growls. A few of the other players look over at them. Colin is a few rows away and gets up to approach them, but Roy gestures for him to stay put. And Colin obeys.

"The voice in here," Roy taps Jamie's temple. "That says you aren't worth it, it's just your old man's shit. And it's wrong. Ask anyone here. They'd be right there with me because you're one of us. Your father is a right prick and knows he's nothing without you. You are the only thing he has ever done right, and he still fucked that up. You are who you are because of your mum and your own hard work. He has nothing. He is nothing. You are Jamie fucking Tartt. And you are one of the best strikers in the league and only getting better now that you're on the right team. He is an old drunk tosser that your mum was right to give the boot. She and you deserved better. Still do. So I will fucking tell you every day that you are fucking worth it and he deserves to be locked up."

"You always manage to say the sweetest thing in the most terrifying way possible. Kinda hot."

"Almost makes you regret promising these idiots we'd behave."

"Fuck it," Jamie grins and pulls Roy in for a kiss. Earning a wolf whistle from someone.

"Alright, you two, save it for the hotel," Ted hollers. "Keep it professional, or we'll separate you."

"Ooooooooo," most of the team teases like children. Jamie laughs and Roy grunts, but they settle in for the long ride. Roy knows Jamie hates sitting for that long so he does his best to keep his mind busy. Halfway through the trip, Jamie looks up at Roy. They had swapped seats, and Roy's bad knee was over Jamie's lap. Jamie's fingers working at the sore joint. It was something that had helped Roy be able to manage the longer trips with less pain, and it gave Jamie something to do with his hands. "Do you think we were supposed to change our futures? And that's why we went through what we did?" Jamie asks, and Roy sighs. He doesn't blame Jamie for not being able to stop thinking about it. They had discussed what happened more than a few times, but it was something Jamie could never seem to stop thinking about. Sometimes they told others. Colin and Keeley had doubted them at first but the fact that their attitudes and behaviors changed so drastically in a literal flash did lend credence to the idea. Jamie had told Keeley about everything. He told Dani, too, but Dani hadn't doubted the story at all. Roy had told Colin and Issac because he just needed to tell someone who wasn't a 6-year-old child that asks a million questions. Colin was easily becoming one of the people he trusted most. And with Colin, comes Isaac. Neither had called him crazy. Roy found it amusing that Jamie's old lackeys were now Roy's closest mates, other than Jamie, on the team. Jamie still had Jeff. Jeff was a good friend. Even Roy could see that. But Jamie had drifted towards Dani Rojas. Which made sense. Rojas was like the sun. Bright, warm, and people sort of gravitated to him. Jamie needed more happiness. So Roy was glad the happy-go-lucky guy was there. Even if his overly cheery mood often clashed with Roy's. What Roy was most proud to see Jamie change was his relationship with Sam. Jamie had been attempting to make amends with Sam. And it seemed to be working. Sam may not have understood what changed that day in the locker room, but he agreed that it had changed both Jamie and Roy. Both for the better. Sam had told Roy that if Roy said Jamie had changed, then Sam would believe it. Sam trusted Roy. Sam was a bit surprised when Roy told him he was proud of him and grateful for the trust he had in him. Even Ted had found that amazing. But no one was happier that Sam had accepted it all than Jamie. Jamie was happy to have the chance to have the friendship like he'd seen the future versions of them to have. Even if it would be different because they were changing things already. Jamie spent most of the time he didn't spend with Roy or Keeley with Dani and Sam. And Roy knew things were going well for the morale of the team. Between Jamie and Dani, the positive energy in the team was a boost. Having Jamie as a uniting force, as opposed to a dividing one, was literally a game changer.

Beard pulled through and the hotel assures them that all security had been alerted and that James Tartt should not be a problem. Their comfort had been the hotel's priority. And Jamie hadn't realized how much a weight was actually lifted off his shoulders by having Roy and the coaches know the truth.

The moment he door closed to their shared room Jamie kissed Roy like his life depended on it.

"Fuck," Roy chuckled when they broke for air. The look of awe in Jamie's eyes did funny things to Roy. "Been fucking fighting that one have you?"

Jamie smiles. "You don't know how much it means to not have to worry about-" Roy cuts him off because he doesn't want to talk about Jamie's fucking father. He just spent over 6 hours with his boyfriend half in his lap and vice versa. He glances at the clock. They had a bit of time before they needed to meet with the team. And Ted had told them to save it for the hotel. They may have been the last to join the team for movie night, but they kept it relatively appropriate and pda free. That was always going to be a difficult task since Jamie loved to push buttons and boundaries. Jamie was always a cheeky prick. It only got worse when his heart got involved. They were the last again before heading to the match the next day but they still made it on time.

The match went well and even the team could appreciate how Jamie had brought the lighter side out of Roy. Though the pair did disappear from the celebration before anyone else, but no one really blames them. Most of the team just tried not to think too much about it. They were just happy their teammates were happy.

The team was doing better, but relegation was still on the table. They still had a lot of work to do.

"It wasn't over until it was over," Ted told them. "Which means we still had time to show the world what you all are made of."

The game was tied, and all they had to do was keep it that way. Jamie was going to do everything he could to get them the advantage. He was halfway across the pitch, keeping track of the ball and looking for possible advantages. He didn't have time to step in as Roy went on the defensive more aggressive than usual. Roy was taking the chance of relegation seriously. They all were, but even as the captain, Roy was pushing it. And when Jamie realized what Roy was doing the striker's stomach turned. He ran towards him but was blocked by one of City's defenders, and Jamie almost threw a punch. But he didn't get the chance because the play was over and Roy wasn't getting up. He ran towards him only to be stopped by Colin.

"Get the fuck off me!" Jamie tried to shove him off. His eyes have barely left Roy. Jeff had come over to help Colin.

"If you go over there, one of two things will happen: you'll end up in an argument with someone and get carded," and Colin leans closer to limit the risk of anyone hearing him. "Or you'll be so focused on Roy that you risk outing both of you. Let the others handle it."

Jamie wants to put up a fight. Wants to shove Colin and fight anyone else that might stop him. It pains him as he watches the others get Roy up and it's a struggle to watch him limp away.

"Colin, please," Jamie says, and when Colin looks up at Roy, Roy looks back at him and just nods. Colin lets him go, and Jamie meets Roy on the sidelines as he hands the captain band to Isaac, much to Isaac's shock, but it was an easy choice, having seen Isaac as captain in the future.

"Are you-" Jamie starts to ask, but Roy cuts him.

"Don't fucking waste it, got it, Tartt?"

"What? I mean-"

"Finish the fucking match," Roy tells him.

"Roy," Jamie says, but Roy is already being taken to the locker room by the medics.

"You heard the man," Ted says.

Jamie doesn't hold back once back in the game. Get yellow carded and nearly gets into it with the ref over a call but Sam and Dani manage to reign him in. Colin and Isaac handle the rest. Jamie ends up setting up a shot for Dani that ends up beautiful with the ball in the back of the net. And their defenders keep the lead for a win. They get to stay in the league. But Jamie doesn't stay to celebrate longer than needed. He shakes hands with his old team. Some of them were actually happy Jamie was thriving in Richmond. But he was the first off the pitch as he rushed to the locker room. His heart sank when Roy wasn't there. He went over to his cubby and checked his phone. He has a text from Keeley telling him she took Roy home. And that worried Jamie. He hurried to change out of his kit, and didn't even bother showering. He was half-changed when the coaches came in.

"Hey, Coach?" Jamie says, and Ted comes over.

"Rushing off to check on Roy?" Ted asks.

"If that's-"

"Sure, yeah, just let me know how he's doing when you get there."

"Yeah, sure, Coach."

"You did good, Jamie," Ted tells him. "That last goal you set up for Dani was amazing. I may not fully understand what you guys went through with that rock thing, but you played better than I ever expected. Well done, Jamie."

Jamie smiles at him. "Thanks, Coach."

"Tell Roy I'll check in with him tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will."

Jamie finishes getting changed and grabs his stuff. He sends Keeley and Roy a text to let them know he is leaving. He just has to run by his place first.

Roy gets a bad feeling in his gut when almost an hour goes by, and neither he nor Keeley can get a hold of Jamie. Keeley had already checked with the team and confirmed he left. Keeley was just about to call Ted when there was a knock at Roy's door. His bad feeling only grew when Keeley gasped. And despite how fucked Roy's knee was, he goes to see what was happening.

"I swear, Keels, it looks worse than it feels."

And before he even sees him, he knows Jamie isn't alright. Jamie pulls away from the hug he was giving Keeley.

"I doubt that very much," Keeley says. And that's when Roy gets a good look at Jamie, and the pain in his knee is nothing compared to the rage in his heart. He isn't even sure Jamie knows he's there because one of his eyes is swollen shut. And he is covered in newly formed cuts and bruises.

"What the fuck happened?" Roy asks.

"You should probably not be up and-" Jamie starts to deflect, but Roy isn't having it.

"Fuck off," Roy snaps. "Tell me what-"

"Roy!" Keeley glares at him. He glares right back. "Both of you go sit, and I will get Jamie some ice, and then you can yell."

Roy isn't happy about it, but he doesn't argue. Especially not when Jamie gets close enough that he can actually assess the damage.

"Who do I need to kill?" Roy says.

"Come on," Jamie says and moves to help Roy more easily limp his way back to the living room.

"Not hiding some cracked ribs or some shit, are you?" Roy asks as he avoids putting too much weight on him because he still has no idea what happened, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt Jamie.

"Nah," Jamie assures him, but the next words out of his mouth are anything but reassuring. "Bug just thought my face deserved to get acquainted with the hood of my car."

"I am going to kill him," Roy growls. "You fucking father too. The whole fucking lot."

"You aren't killing anyone on that knee," Keeley says as she joins them. She sets down a bottle of water and grabs the bottle of painkillers that Roy had out beside it. Once they both sit on the couch, she hands Jamie an ice pack for his face.

"What happened, babe?" She asks.

Jamie tells them that his dad and his mates caught a ride with some lads from the pub that had gone to the match. Of course, they weren't allowed anywhere near the dog track. But they weren't going to miss an opportunity to make Jamie regret telling anyone. They had always promised him that they would make his life miserable. Thankfully, one of Jamie's neighbors had come out to congratulate him on the match and ended up calling the police. Which meant James and his cronies took off.

"Could have been worse," Jamie assures them.

"You could be dead," Keeley states.

"Maybe, but I'm not. I should have sent you a text and let you know, but I got done with the cops and the medics and just wanted to get here."

"Did they find your dad?" Keeley asks.

"No," Jamie says as he readjusts the ice pack and leans back now that he is done with the story. He looks over at Roy, who hasn't really said much. And it doesn't bode well that his hands are balled into fists.

"You okay, Roy?"

"No, I am not fucking okay," Roy says. Jamie can tell he is trying to keep his voice down because Jamie's head is killing him. "You fucking father would have killed you if your neighbor hadn't shown up. And you are fucking apologizing to us."

"Can you give us a minute, Keeley?" Jamie asks.

"Sure, babe. I should probably call Ted and Rebecca. Let them know. I'll be in the kitchen." She squeezes his shoulder as she passes.

"Thanks, Keels," he says.

"I should have known he'd fucking try something," Roy grumbles. "Should have fucking been there."

"You can't be everywhere, Roy. Was bound to happen."

"Wouldn't have happened if I had-"

"You have your own shit to deal with," Jamie says, cutting him off. "How bad is it?" He gestures to Roy's knee.

"It's fucked, but I'll live," Roy says. "You almost didn't. So don't change the fucking subject."

"The police will handle it," Jamie assures him. "Them and the medics would have insisted I go to A&E if it was too bad. So the fact I'm here means that it's fine. Now tell me what the med team said about your knee."

"They said it's fucked. I'm done. Are they going to actually fucking charge him this time or what?"

"Yeah, since they have a witness and a report," Jamie says as he sets the ice pack down so he can actually look at Roy. "But fuck, Roy. You're-"

"Fuck off," Roy says, but the harsh edge of his words is undermined by the way Roy reaches over and puts the ice back on Jamie's face. "My knee has been fucked for a while and this was long fucking overdue. You tell me I'm too fucking old for this all the time. Bout fucking time I listened."

"You know that's not what I meant," Jamie says. And Roy is more worried about how hard Jamie hit his head for him not to have a smartass retort. "I never wanted- not even when I thought you hated me."

Roy tosses the ice pack away and gently grips Jamie's face. "Hey," Roy starts. "Fuck off with that shit. I know you were just being a prick. Didn't fucking mean it. Just trying to say it could be fucking worse because you could be dead, and that's a lot more fucking terrifying than never playing again. Because I can live with retirement, just not if you aren't part of it."

"Wow, that is probably the sweetest thing you've ever said," Jamie says.

Roy rolls his eyes, but Jamie can't resist. He leans in, and despite his anger and annoyance, Roy meets him halfway and kisses him. He kisses him again because he had a shitty fucking day, and Jamie could have died.

"I should have stayed. I didn't want to deal the the fucking team looking at me with fucking pity. I know it's over for me. And that takes some getting used to, but I should have stayed, and that fucking bastard never would have had the chance. You wouldn't be-"

Jamie cuts him off with a kiss because he fucking loves this man. Roy was probably having the worst day of his life, and all he could think about was Jamie's well-being. His childhood hero didn't seem to care his own career was over. It dawns on Jamie that it's because Roy knew this was coming. They had seen it, not this exactly, but they had known it was going to happen sooner rather than later. Roy knew what was going to happen by a certain date. Roy knew he'd have a place at Richmond still. Roy also knew that Jamie would fucking thrive at Richmond even without Roy on the team. He knew they would be alright and that they'd be together. And Jamie just wants to crawl in Roy's lap and stay there because fucking hell he adores this man.

"Nothing to do about it now," Jamie says.

"I can fucking kill him," Roy says.

"No, you can't!" Keeley shouts from the hall. "So just shut up, tell him you love him and go the hell to bed!"

"Fuck off! This is my house!" Roy shouts back.

"Make me, I dare ya," Keeley challenges.

"Don't fucking tempt me, Jones!"

Jamie chuckles.

"You find this fucking hilarious, don't you?" Roy says to Jamie, but the way Roy's lip twitches at the corner betrays him. Roy can't really help it. Jamie's laugh, even just a chuckle, does stupid fucking things to him. And the fact Jamie is safe in Roy's home, tucked into Roy's side, laughing and smiling despite half his face a bruised and bloody mess, makes Roy feel things he never thought he would. Absolute love and adoration for Jamie fucking Tartt. Keeley might have a point.

"What do you say?" Roy asks and gets a confused look from Jamie. And Roy smiles. "You look fucking knackered."

"Says you, old man," Jamie counters, and Roy huffs a laugh because there's the classic Jamie Tartt retort.

"You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours, Tartt."

"Why? What's it gonna do?" Jamie says. "What you gonna do about it?"

"Oh, I'm going to fucking-"

"You two are ridiculous," Keeley says. Jamie jumps because he hadn't realized she was back in the room, and Roy winces as it jostles his knee. Jamie curses, but before he can fuss, Roy stops him.

"Fucking quit that," Roy insists.

"Sorry, babes," Keeley says as she hands a cup of tea to Roy and sets another down for Jamie because he is too busy focusing on Roy.

Roy waves her off as he accepts the drink. "It's fucking fine. Cheers." He takes a drink and nods. Jamie watches him carefully before he looks back at Keeley. She nods at his cup.

He thanks her and is reminded why he still cares so much for her because she remembers exactly how he likes it. He is so damn lucky to have her as a friend after all the shit he put her through.

"Oi, stop that," Keeley says as she playfully shoves his knee, but not enough that it would jostle Roy's busted-up one.

"What?" Jamie blinks at her.

"I know that look," she says. "You know that look?" She asks Roy. Roy grunts but nods. And Jamie can see the way Roy's brows have furrowed.

"Whatever your fucking worrying about, fucking quit it," Roy says.

"Exactly," Keeley agrees. "You've had a long day. So drink your tea."

"Fucking right," Roy says.

"And you," Keeley looks at him.

"The fuck did I do?" Roy glares at her.

"For starters, you're both idiots," she says. "And you both reek. And I know this one," she nudges Jamie, "hates showering alone, so for my sanity, I'm going to head out." She gets up to leave.

"Wait!" Jamie says, setting his tea down and getting up.

"Yeah?" She stops.

"What did Lasso and Welton say?" Roy asks.

"To call them tomorrow, they will handle the press for now. And you two stay here together because it is safer that way until they catch them."

Roy nods.

"Am I good to go?" She asks.

Jamie hesitates, and Roy gives him an odd look.

"Jamie?" Keeley prompts. Jamie goes over and gives her a hug.

"Thanks for looking out for us," he says to her. "You're the best. We're lucky you put up with us."

Keeley is a bit surprised by it, but she smiles.

"What friends are for, babe," she taps his nose. "Rest up, both of you." She gives a pointed look at Roy. "No murder. You're injured, and your sister will kill you if you do something stupid." She turns back to Jamie and pats his unmarred cheek. "You be good, yeah? Behave."

"He's not a dog," Roy states. Jamie's heart flutters at how quick Roy is to defend him. Even though he knows Keeley doesn't mean anything bad. She just knows Jamie isn't always one to think before he acts, especially when it comes to Roy fucking Kent.

Keeley rolls her eyes.

"Don't be jealous, tough guy," Keeley grins. "We all know he loves you more." She hugs Jamie again. "Text me if you need anything. Later, babes."

Jamie walks her to the door. He notices Roy glaring into his cup of tea as he sits beside him.

"She's just trying to lighten the mood. Just a bit of fun."

"It's fucking fun having your ex-girlfriend having a laugh at you?" Roy asks.

Jamie grins. "She's earned it. I was a fucking prick and treated her-"

"That wasn't fucking you, Jamie. Not the real you. That was who you thought you needed to be because of the same fucking bellend that had you faced smashed in." Roy says as he reaches over and brushes his fingers along the edges of the bruises on Jamie's face.

"Pity that, yeah? Probably a sorry sight to look at, innit?"

"Fuck off," Roy shifts his grip to the side of Jamie's neck. "Could still fucking stare at you all fucking day. Changes nothing. Still you." He presses down every so slightly to emphasize his point. "Fucking lucky I still get to see you after what that fucking prick did. Never again. I'll drive you to and from training. Everywhere else if I need to."

"You can't be with me every second of every day, Roy," Jamie sighs. The exhaustion of the day finally catches up to him as he rubs his eyes. "We've been over this. Your family needs you."

Roy realizes something as he sits there with a battered and exhausted Jamie sitting on his couch, half tucked into his side. There is nowhere else he would rather be. He would take painfully sitting on the couch with Jamie in his arms over damn near anything. It had been fucking miserable waiting for him when both Roy and Keeley knew he should have been there already. Not knowing where Jamie was or if he was okay was fucking awful. All because Jamie had to run by his flat first. And now Jamie's trying to put Roy's family before himself despite the fact that Roy needs him just as much, if not more, than his niece and sister. He loves them with all his heart, but he loves Jamie Tartt with everything he has. Jamie is his family now.

"Fuck off," Roy says, earning a chuckle from Jamie. "Like you're not family." And that stuns Jamie. Jamie's hand that had been absentmindedly rubbing Roy's good knee stops. And Roy wonders if he shouldn't have said that. Sure, they had sort of labeled what they were. They were together, exclusively so, but not publicly. Jamie still had plenty of doubt that Roy would actually want to stay with him in the long run despite having seen the future. He had his doubts because that wasn't their future anymore. Things had changed. They had changed.

"Hey," Roy says, nudging his chin until he looks up at him. "You remember what you saw, Uncle's day, yeah?" Roy asks. Jamie nods as best he can with his face still in Roy's grip. "Good," Roy continues. "Because that's the only family that matters, got it. You, me, the kid, and my sister. Your mum and stepdad, too, I guess, but that's it. Anyone else can fuck right off." His fingers ghost over the edges of Jamie's black eye again. "Especially your old fucking man. He can fucking rot like the rubbish he is for what he's done to you."

Jamie sniffles. He can't help it. Even if his face hurts, he buries it into Roy's shoulder because that's all Jamie has ever actually wanted. He wanted to be wanted. To be loved as much as he loves someone. So he cries, and Roy lets him. It's a bit awkward, and the position is slightly painful as he tries to make it comfortable for Jamie without hurting either of them too much. He plants a kiss on Jamie's messy hair. He doesn't care that Jamie is caked in dried sweat and dirt from the pitch. Roy isn't much better despite washing up a bit when he got home. He had hurt too much before the ice and meds, and he wasn't about to ask Keeley to help him. Nope. That was not an option. He holds Jamie as he cries. Telling him over and over that it's okay and that he is there. Tells him he loves him and that Jamie is fucking perfect. Jamie calms after a few minutes.

"Better?" Roy asks. Jamie nods as best he can from where he is pressed against Roy's chest. "Good." Roy shifts and kisses Jamie's forehead. "But if Keeley texts and finds out we haven't moved, she'll kick both our asses." Jamie huffs a laugh and slowly pulls away. Roy carefully wipes the tears away from Jamie's bruised face. Jamie winces, and Roy pulls away, but Jamie shakes his head.

"Your knee, it's gotta be-"

"No worse than it was before," Roy assures him.

"Probably best to get that shower and go to bed."

Once they are clean and tucked away into Roy's bed, neither of them is able to fall asleep yet because of what happened.

"Move in with me," Roy says. And Jamie wonders if he was asleep in the warmth of Roy's arms. Roy would have wondered if Jamie had heard him in the dark and quiet room if it hadn't been for the way Jamie's hand stopped. Roy had gotten used to the way Jamie's hands always seemed to be moving or searching for warmth along Roy's skin when they were alone. It was surprisingly comforting now that he was used to it. It was a constant reminder that Jamie was there. That it was real. Jamie was not only comfortable but safe and happy. Jamie always pulled away and isolated himself when he was upset.

"What?" Jamie asks.

"Move in with me," Roy repeats.

"Are you asking me because of what happened or…"

"I'm asking you because I sleep like fucking shit when you aren't here. If you'd rather-"

"Yeah, sounds good," Jamie says as he snuggles in closer.

"Yeah?" Roy asks.

"Sure, gonna have to get out of my lease, but it shouldn't be too hard."

[midnight-soulless-system]

I mean shit I hate kids too but when a babysit the nightnare child that I hate I just grr after he's gone and complain to ny mother. When my dog (who is like a toddler) makes me have a mental breakdown I just start crying and put her in her crate and watch funny videos while breaking down. Highly effective, and so far I have never hit any of the dogs I've ever had before.

this site is so funny you sound evil

[she-had-many-names]

(Correction: nymn grabs her TOP HAT that she can't take off)

*felicia grabs nymn's leg, swings her around mario 64 style, and throws her onto the ground*

*she kicks nymn in the head until she stops moving*

*felicia starts to float away*

@tophat-taocc

Bad idea.

[ibetitdoes]

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[sugojosgf]

DOIN' TIME !

୨୧ chars : fem!toji , fem!naoya , fem!nanami , fem!gojo , fem!geto, fem!sukuna , fem!higuruma , shoko , utahime . fem / reader .ᐟ everyone is into women

syn: you were your father's daughter, so of course you got to run one of his subsidiary companies. you knew it was dealing with not-so-legal transactions but it's not like you were going to get caught, right ? two months of legal proceedings and the court sentences you to a year in a closed off correctional facility. luck was far from your side, so now you get to navigate life in prison with women that look like they might just eat you ! .

tw : prison au, reader thinks she is better than everyone, violence, dub con, police, criminal offences, mentions of : battery, assault, fraud, medical malpractice, cults, murder, brutality, serial killing, cannibalism, cw : fīngering, cunnilingūs, shower sēx, exhibitıōnism, hair pulling, choking, spanking, 3sōme, 4sōme, multiple partners, sp!t kınk, scīssoring, sizē diff, piērcings part 1

part 2

part 3 reply to be added to taglist

[byte-your-tongue]

Sebastian Solace x Crybaby!Reader

(Platonic, GN Reader)

AN: This is actually a repost from my main blog. But i edited it to be more general rather than selfship writing! I haven't written anything that wasn't basic headcanons in a LONG time. So please excuse the first couple ones i do being bad lol.

TW: Blood, gore, violence, vomit, descriptions of injuries, constant talk of an impending death (that doesn't actually happen.)

Run.

That was the only thought coursing through your mind at the moment as you were chased through the halls of the abandoned facility.

You weren't even sure if anything was following you anymore, but your adrenaline fueled brain kept screaming at you to keep moving. And that was where your first mistake lie. You were so caught up in keeping an eye out for flickering lights and sparks coming off fake doors you forgot to pay attention to your other senses.

You couldn't hear anything over your own loud footsteps and heavy breathing, failing to notice the tell tale sign of a wall dweller sneaking up on you until it was nearly too late. You whipped your head around just as the creature struck, scaring it off in the same moment it lunged for your legs.

You let out a loud yelp and stumbled, but refused to break eye contact with the fleeing monster until it was fully gone. And even then you lay on the floor for a minute longer, making sure it wasn't faking its retreat. But when You finally went to pick yourself off the ground your right knee buckled from the injury inflicted by the wall dweller.

Just as you sat down to assess your injuries all the lights in the room flickered, an ominous warning of the Angler approaching. You ground your teeth through the pain and dragged yourself into the nearest locker, slamming the door shut right as the monstrosity roared past.

'Goddammit! I really can't catch a break this time, huh?'

You grimaced as you slowly opened the locker door, switching on your only light source you had managed to find so far: a lantern with half the batteries drained already. It was more likely to anger squiddles, but even after who knows how many failed attempts to retrieve this stupid crystal you still hadn't gotten over your crippling fear of the dark. If anything it's gotten worse during your time down here.

And so you limped along, praying they would be out of this stretch of dark rooms before your light source died out. As you entered through the next door you noted the number: 42. That was important for one reason: Sebastian's shop. Sebastian prefered to hang out further from the entrance that your fellow "expendables" used. Sebastian didn't want to get caught by anyone important enough to pose a real threat, and he wanted to give people time to actually collect enough research to make it worth his effort.

But none of that was important to you right now. At the moment the only thing you cared about was purchasing a med kit and fixing your leg up.

And so you continued limping along, hoping that you would soon hear Sebastian calling out to them.

As you opened the next room, it was finally bright enough to turn off your lantern. It was a long hallway with tall glass windows looking out into the ocean. You moved closer to one, admiring and fearing the inky abyss that stretched seemingly endlessly in every direction.

Your thoughts were cut off abruptly when Eyefestation quickly swam up to the glass, invading your mind with whispers and shouts in a million different voices. You doubled over from the physical and mental assault, vomiting and scrunching his eyes closed.

You slowly crawled along the floor, pain searing through your head, feeling around for the exit with your hands. As your faintly heard the hiss of a door opening the pressure in your mind finally retreated.

Your were definitely worse for wear now. You were nauseous, bleeding, had a splitting headache, had nearly no supplies, and were unable to do anything other than pathetically crawl onwards.

You was convinced you was going to die down here.

Again.

But just a few doors later you heard a quiet voice hiss out at him:

"Hey, over here!"

Sebastian.

Safety.

You quickly located the vent and clawed weakly at the covering, finally getting it loose with a grunt. You dragged yourself through the tight space as you felt your vision dimming.

It was all you could do to finally get into the meager shop before you collapsed fully, your mind and vision going dark as you drifted away into unconciousness. The last thing you heard was a surprisingly panicked shout from Sebastian.

'Ah. He actually cares about me?'

It was the last though you could muster up before finally fully passing out.

...

...

...

It was merely 20 minutes later when you finally awoke, groaning in pain and taking note that your injuries were now bandaged. You looked up to see Sebastian. He was fidgeting with something in his hands, his brow furrowed and the tip of his tail nervously swishing from side to side. As soon as he realized you were awake he perked up and slithered over to you.

"Are you feeling ok? You aren't concussed, right? I bandaged you up and gave you some painkillers, but you really shouldn't take them on an empty stomach so let me know if you have eaten recently."

"Ah..." You slurred your words somewhat, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "I don't think I got and injuries on my head, so no concussion. And I haven't eaten. How much for some food? And how much do i owe you for the medkit? I don't have that much research on me right now..." You trailed off as you saw Sebastian face shift to annoyance.

"Are you serious?" Sebastian's voice raised and he looked offended. "Do you really think i'd charge you for something like this? How little do you think of me?"

"Oh....." You looked down in embarrassment. "I don't know i just.... i mean i consider you a friend. You're the only safety i have down here and you let me rest in your shop and-" You cut yourself off. "But... but i thought you didn't like me. I thought i was an annoyance..."

You looked down with a sad look on your face as you continued in a small voice:

"I thought.... I thought i was just another expendable to you..."

Sebastian's face was sometimes hard to read, but the look of hurt he wore at that moment was clear as day.

"Y/N...."

'That's the first time he's said my name so softly...'

Sebastian cleared his throat before continuing awkwardly. "I know that... I am not always the most pleasant person to be around. But... I want you to know.. that.. out of everyone down here.. you are someone who i do truly appreciate."

You were stunned for a second. You had only ever heard sebastian either insult you or try to sell you something. The refreshing honesty and compassion in his tone was something you took a second to savor before you finally realized you should respond.

"Sebastian... I'm so glad you like me. I'm so glad you wanna be my friend. It honestly makes me so happy.... I- I-" You trailed off with tears in your eyes. A common sight yet one that managed to shock Sebastian this time around.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't go crying after i just said i appreciate you! Do you really not wanna be my friend that bad!" Sebastian panicked, reaching an arm down to comfort you.

You laughed, your tears starting to dry up as fast as they started. "Noooo! You already said you like me!! You can't take it back now!"

Sebastian playfully jabbed at you with one of his much larger hands. "You're damn right! You're stuck with me now whether you like it or not!" He gave a smile full of sharp teeth, one that used to scare you but was now a comfort to see.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while until you finally broke it.

"Hey... if we're friends now can you tell Painter to stop trying to kill me?"

"Hahaha... I think you'll have to take that one up with Painter yourself."

...

"Dammit...."

[idkfitememate]

Hello ! I don't know why, but I just had the idea of a raccoon!creator that is in the Fortress of Meropides because he had stole a lot of things. I can easily imagine the trial with humans or hybrids against a raccoon that is just trying to defend itself.

Raccoon!Creator will just be a silly thief who was the first raccoon (and animal) sent to Meropides to serve time in prison because of crimes it committed.

(If you're okay with writing raccoon!creator, can i be the 🦝 anon please ?)

Have a good day and night.

They Stole What?!?

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Raccoon Reader vs Fontaine

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 226

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Crack, so much crack

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I guess I can do silly thief ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა-

“I guess you’ll be staying here..?” Wriothesley questioned.

He knew the rules and laws of Fontaine could be… weird, at times, but to enforce them on a Raccoon was… hmm…

It was that trial that all of Fontaine seemed to collectively realize that even the animals of Fontaine followed the rules and laws… huh.

Watching that trail felt like a fever dream. Wriothesley wasn’t one to come to see trials, but upon hearing it was a Raccoon… he had to. And so had everyone else apparently because it was a full house. Also watching a Raccoon defend itself was.. and experiencing.

The Warden genuinely felt like he was having an out of body experience the second the bars closed on Racoon who was glaring up at him. Your eyes bore into his soul in a way none of the other prisoners were able to. It genuinely shook him.

The worst part and most disturbing is what you stole.

You. A Raccoon…

…Stole the fucking Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale.

How? They couldn’t figure it out but you did, that was confirmed. Why? No one can speak Raccoon so they didn’t know.

All the male knew was that you were somehow more dangerous than a good majority of the prisoners in the Meropide.

… Dear Archons what would happen when you get loose?.. He didn’t want to know.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I read your ask and then my first genuine thought was this encounter:

“What did you do?”

“Oh I stole, you?”

“Also stealing.”

“Damn… is that a Raccoon?”

“Oh yeah…”

“Why are they here?”

“…Mass murder, Attempted world domination, Sororicide, Forced lobotomy, Mutilation, Torture, Child abuse, Kidnapping, Vandalism, Stalking, Blackmail, Terrorism, Instigating mass suicide, Worldwide destruction, Incrimination, Brainwashing, Snuff filming, Propaganda, Sabotage…”

“What-““Extortion, Forgery, Gaoling, Defilement, Enslavement, Unlawful imprisonment, Crimes against humanity, Hate crimes, Mass murder, Prostitution, Mutilation, Indecent exposure, Harassment, Crimes against humanity AGAIN, Vandalism, Property damage, Enforced cannibalism, Cannibalism (unintentionally), Shoplifting, Attempted genocide, Terrorism also again, Assault and battery, Breaking and entering, Theft, Fraud, Rape…”

“OKAY WHAT-“

“Torture also also again, Psychological abuse, Incrimination, Blackmail also also also again, Corpse desecration, Mass kidnapping, Treason, Enforced suicide, Hijacking, Animal cruelty, Zoophilia, Extortion, Stalking, Smuggling, Arson, Attempted bribery, Conspiracy…”

“WHAT THE FUCK-“

“Infringement, Attempted global domination, Attempted matricide, Patricide, Graverobbing, War crimes, Trespassing, Embezzlement, Underage/hit-and-run, machinery operation, False imprisonment, Slander, Underage pornography…”

“…”

“…”

“… And more…”

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL-“

(For context I used both Junko Enoshima and Eric Cartman’s crime lists-) Anyway-

Their just a little guy officer ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Also welcome 🦝 anon! <3

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

The gas lamp au is so dramatic! I can't wait to find out what happens next! \(0o0)/

TW: Crime. Battery. Murder. Attempted Assault. Nothing Graphic.

The warehouse you'd been dragged to was small. Dirty. Out of the way. Without hearing a scream and a gunshot they would have never found it.

And when they opened the door it was a horror scene. A young woman exposed, her dress torn her face bloodied. A gun still smoking in her trembling hand.

It doesn't take a genius to put the picture together.

A kidnapper paid to snatch her from a party. Told to hold her until the boss arrived. Threaten, cajole. Frighten. To make her so scared and confused she'd agree to anything just to be set free.

Only to have her handed over to her uncle and then thrown into the harbor when she outlived her usefulness.

But. She was too tempting and he got too curious. Too eager.

He didn't expect a fight. And when he pulled a gun he didn't expect her to take it from him much less fire it. Now he was dead and she was in shock.

Before anyone could speak Jason was across the room and wrapping his duster around you carefully, "Give me the gun, Sweetheart," he coaxed.

"I didn't mean to I just-"

"I know," he soothed, taking it out of your hand, and passing it behind him to Bruce. Gloved hand to gloved hand. "I know. It was panic. You just wanted him to stop."

"I just wanted to go home." Your voice is so small. And so lost. And tears are starting to fall. And he knows what you mean. Somewhere you can't ever go again.

All he can do is scoop you up carefully. Meeting Bruce's eyes levelly. What you'd done wasn't a crime. "Take her to the manor," Bruce said quietly.

"What are we gonna do with him?" Dick asked, nudging the dead man with his boot.

"Gift wrap him and take him to Gordon. Odds are, even dead he'll clear some cases off the books," Bruce sighed. "We just won't tell Gordon how he got that way."

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Monsters

whumptober24 day 22- oh no, that's not good fandom- Danny phantom tw- mentions of blood summary- the monsters keep coming through

masterlist ao3 part 5 of GD

Valerie raised the Fenton gun again and fired. She cursed as the beast dodged, and she was forced to roll out of the way as the beast tried to stab her with its pointy tail.

This was the biggest beast yet. It was as big as a horse with six legs, two heads, a scorpion-like tail, and a pair of wings. She had managed to injure the wings early in the fight so the beast couldn’t fly away, but the beast had managed to cut her leg with one of its claws. It was bleeding sluggishly, but she gritted her teeth and ignored it. She had to take care of this monster first, then she’d treat her leg.

The beast dove at her again, and she fired off a shot before ducking and rolling underneath it, managing to land another shot on its belly. The beast roared but didn’t attack her again immediately. It circled her, and Val kept her gun aimed at it. She needed to get in a few more good shots so that the beast would be weak enough to be pulled into her containment device.

But then the beast started to twitch, its skin rippling. And then, horribly, it started to grow.

“Oh that’s not good.” she muttered under her breath.

The creature was now as tall as a semi truck, and another tail had sprouted. It roared again, and she shot a blast into one of its mouths. It reared up, the head she had struck shaking from side to side. Quickly, she fired off several more blasts at the creature's stomach before diving out of the way as the creature lunged.

She scrambled to her feet only to have to dive out of the way of the beast’s twin tails. The asphalt hissed and melted where the tails pierced it.

Oh, great. It’s venomous. Valerie thought darkly to herself. As if it didn’t have enough advantages already.

She could hear a car skidding towards them, sirens wailing.

Finally. 

The car screeched to a halt, and Jack and Maddie Fenton jumped out, guns blazing.

They worked together pretty well. Mr. Fenton might not have the best aim, but he was ridiculously strong. He’d climbed onto the beast’s back and wound Fenton electric wire around one of the creature’s heads. With a click of a button he activated it, and the beast howled, allowing her and Mrs. Fenton to fire into the creature’s mouths.

It collapsed, the ground shook, and Mr. Fenton slid off the creature's back.

Valrie brought out the containment device, ignoring the fact that it looked absolutely ridiculous, and activated it, drawing the screeching creature into the thermos-looking device.

They stood around panting for a few minutes.

“What took you guys so long?” Valerie scowled at the adult Fentons.

“There were a few smaller ones on the other side of town.” Mrs. Fenton replied.

Valerie grunted. In her opinion, they should have ignored the smaller ones and come to help her. But the Fentons never listened to what other people said. They always did their own thing. At least, Valerie thought, ignoring all the people who had called them crazy in the past had led to the Fentons developing weapons for creatures they had had no proof existed at the time. Without proper weapons, Valerie was sure the creatures would have destroyed the town.

And she couldn’t judge them too harshly. They were grieving their son, and they had sent Jazz away to live with her aunt until things cleared up here. 

She walked over to the Fenton's van, she refused to call it the Fenton Family Monster Assault Vehicle. She opened the back door and pulled out a battery to replace the almost depleted one on her gun. Meanwhile, the Fentons scanned the area and collected residue left by the beast. The more they understood the creatures, the better they’d be able to fight them. She peered at the glowing green battery. It was supposedly energy gathered from the edge of the forest. Valerie would love to look at their setup, but she wasn’t allowed near the forest for fear that the pull would be too strong to resist.

She attached the new battery, then pulled out the first aid kit to treat her leg. She hissed as she applied antiseptic before bandaging the wound. She was putting the first aid kit away as the Fentons finished their scans and walked up to the van.

“Good work today, Valerie. Even though I'd still prefer it if you stayed home. It’s dangerous to fight monsters.” Mrs. Fenton said.

Valrie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. While the Fentons were better at fighting than she would have thought, they couldn’t be everywhere at once. And Valerie had to fight. She couldn’t sit back and do nothing as monsters attacked, and children fell into comas.

“Here’s the… thermos.” she said, fighting not to show her distaste at the name.

“Finally! We have a big beastie we can study!” Mr. Fenton exclaimed. He was more enthusiastic than his wife, but Valerie could see the stress lines in his face that hadn’t been there before.

“Don’t let it out.” Valerie said.

“Don’t worry, dear.” Mrs. Fenton said, patting her on the shoulder. “We’re professionals. We know what we’re doing.”

Valerie doubted that, but there wasn’t much she could do. If she argued back, they might not let her use their weapons anymore.

“Sure.” She replied. “I’m heading home. Call me if you discover anything new.” She hopped out of the van, wincing as pain shot up her injured leg, and started the long walk home.

She was helping. She was. And nothing could stop her. She’d destroy any monsters that attacked Amity, and as soon as she found out how they were coming through, she’d destroy that too. She may not know if she could save any of the kids that had already fallen into comas, but she’d do her best to avenge them and make sure no one else suffered.

[mochafoxdoodles]

Wonky bastard is up next for a new reference sheet-

TW for S.A, Death and Abuse

"Tobias is noted to be charismatic in nature, though it's important to keep in mind Tobias E. Rogers displays an uncanny ability to switch his 'masks'- as we've both decided to call them- to suit his needs in a situation, therefore he should be considered an opportunistic liar and never taken at face value."

"Though it should be noted that due to past traumas he is also non responsive in high emotion situations, when forced into these situations, he displays extreme violence and rarely but notably, stress induced seizures (foaming at the mouth, enlarged pupils, coiled body)"

"While he does indeed remember past traumas, recollecting them results in extreme stress, though he has given a brief explanation of certain events over time, cross referencing this with the Rogers family's notable status as renowned and trusted business owners in car sales and repairs and the eventual conviction of Daniel E. Rogers, these stories seem to be true."

"Lyra, deceased; motorcycle crash that lead to both a loss of life and Tobias' facial deformity. He describes himself as the catalyst of following events, explaining that under her supervision the two snuck out so she could teach him how to ride a motorcycle, a task he was previously banned from due to his disabilities. Tobias displays extreme remorse and distress over the memory."

"Daniel, incarcerated; 4 acts of possession and use of illegal substances, assault with a deadly weapon on 3 counts, battery, assault of law enforcement, disturbance of peace etc. etc. Tobias displays an odd fondness for a previous connection with his father though simultaneously and very frequently mentions that he intends to "do violent things to that man that no prison will want to hold him for out of fear". Tobias has had no contact with his father and has no knowledge of his whereabouts. It is believed that Daniel was the one whom encouraged Tobias' early degree in mechanical engineering, while he was unable to handle the social side of the family business, he was guided into the repairs side of things, as such, Tobias now finds comfort in taking vehicles apart and putting them back together. Noted that Daniel only began to spiral after the death of Lyra and the deformation of Tobias. "A blatant reminder of my stupidity" as Tobias notes.".

"Connie, Deceased; brutalised and burned alive. Note that Tobias displays extreme distress at his actions and while he will not go into major detail, it's believed that after the events of Lyra's death transpired and the down spiral of Daniel, Connie resorted to both extreme violence against Tobias while simultaneously love bombing and attempting other intimate acts in an attempt to comfort herself, this is listed as S.A in his case file. Tobias proceeded to have a stress induced meltdown, so no further notes have been made."

it's probably worth noting that Tobias is never tagged as 'Ticci Toby' on my account, He is either Tobias, Toby or Toby Erin Rogers, 'Ticci Toby' in his lore is a media given name and he himself is violently against being associated with it.

please do not use without credit, thank you loves~

[mysticstarlightduck]

Villain Crimes Tag!

Let's go with the main villains from What Lurks In The Hollow for this one. Again: given that this is a post about very, very bad people (after all they are the villains of this WIP) it will contain TWs for some pretty nasty things.

Rules: List all the real-world crimes your villains are guilty of committing!

Mayor Samuel Whitaker

Serial Killings/Multiple First Degree Murders (most of the victims were minors, ages 5-17, but some adults as well)

Demonic Rituals + Ritualistic Sacrifices of Human Beings

Ritualistic Torture, most notably the torture of a 15-year-old (Jace Donovan, Savvanah Hahn's stepbrother who went missing kidnapped by a "mysterious psycho" was actually held captive by the Mayor himself, and only died 6 days later to bloodloss + ritualistic stabbings, his body was never recovered)

Multiple accounts of kidnapping

Abuse of Power, Corruption

Fraud/Embezzlement

Sending his henchmen to vandalize and damage property belonging anyone who stands in his way

Racketeering

Insider Trading

Forgery

Environmental Vandalism

False Imprisonment

Harassment/Having his henchmen stalk his "rivals"

Blackmail and Threats

Brainwashing and Cult Activity

Using Dark Magic to maintain influence over an entire town, gain longevity and make people adore him through the power of his venomous words

Bribing and Lobbying

Assault & Battery

Stalking Minors

Mrs. Adelaide Draycott

Harassment of a Sexual Nature

Attempted Sexual Exploitation (At multiple points in the story Mrs Draycott tries to get Dylan, 23M, to sleep with her or "fall in love" with her by using blackmail and trying to corner him into situations where he wouldn't have a choice. Luckily he manages to avoid all her attempts.)

Persistent Stalking

Breaking and Entering

Defamation/Slander/Libel

Emotional Manipulation (Gaslighting/Blackmailing/Threatening)

Indecent Contact/Unwanted Touching

Damaging of Property

Intimidation of a Minor (Mrs Draycott often implies to Amy, Dylan's 16-year-old sister, that Dylan is gonna get hurt if he keeps being "stubborn" and that he is already an outcast to the town so no one would care if something happened to him or Amy herself)

False Accusations/False Complaints/Perjury

Sheriff Isaac Clarke

First Degree Murder, covered up

Abuse of Power (as a police officer)

Excessive Use of Force/Police Brutality

False Arrest

Intimidation/Blackmail

Criminal Conspiracy/Colluding with Criminals

Obstruction of Justice/Aiding and Abetting (covering up the literal serial killer crimes of the Mayor in exchange for a hefty paycheck)

Threats of Violence

Misuse of Surveillance

Wrongful Seizure of Property

Fabricating Evidence (against someone completely innocent)

False Search Warrants/Invasion of Property

Fraudulent Reports

Manslaughter/Second Degree Murder

Attempted Murder (of multiple people, including minors)

Extortion

Torture (disguised as interrogation)

Soliciting Bribes

Aiding in Racketeering

Branden Heddam

Extreme Child Abuse & Child Neglect

Child Endangerment

Abandonment of Parental Responsibilities

Threats of Extreme Violence/Threats of Death

Psychological/Emotional Abuse

Attempted Kidnapping of a Minor (While Zach, his stepson, is on-the-run from him and hiding at Amy & Dylan's place, Branden and his biker gang attempt to kidnap him)

Multiple Accounts of Assault & Battery

Attempt to Contribute to Minor Delinquency

Terrorizing

Aggravated Assault/Battery of a Man in front of his ward + Intentional Psychological Trauma

Theft/Burglary/Robbery/Mugging

Gang Activities + Gang Involved Violence

Drug Dealing

Bearing Illegal Weapons

Illegal Hunting/Poaching

Environmental Damage

Reckless/Drunk Driving

Cathleen "Cath" Edwards

Economic Duress

Blackmail/Emotional Manipulation

Attempted Title Deed Forgery

Rent Gouging/Unlawful Rent Increases

Loan Sharking

Illegal Fees and Charges

Stalking

Predatory Lending

Debt Bondage

Coercive Collection Practices

Conspiracy to Commit Murder/Conspiracy to Commit Kidnapping

Racketeering

Sabotage

Blackmail of a Minor

Disturbing the Peace

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @wyked-ao3, @topazadine @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@the-golden-comet

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid @thecomfywriter

@thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @amaiguri

@cherrychiplip @thecomfywriter @thelovelymachinery @bookwormclover

@differentnighttale, @leahnardo-da-veggie

[mynameismckenziemae]

The way certain (tone deaf) actors are promoting ‘It Ends with Us’ makes me sick to my stomach.

I don’t care for Colleen Hoover’s writing so I had no idea what the book/movie was about. I started seeing interviews/promos on TikTok and thought it looked like a cutesy romcom type movie.

Then I saw the scene where she’s in the hospital with teeth marks and realized it’s about domestic abuse. There was a comment stating, “are those bite marks? 🤔” like it’s unheard of.

A Little Bit Stronger is “dedicated” to my sister, and I think it’s time to tell her story (with her permission).

TW: physical/sexual/domestic abuse below.

In March of 2012, my sister left her husband seemingly out of the blue. Sure, they squabbled and fought, but most married couples do. She didn’t give much of a reason, other than she didn’t love him anymore.

Things got ugly fast. He accused her of cheating, he would tell their kids all kinds of terrible things about her when he had them, etc.

I married my husband in June of 2012 and when my sister got home that night from the reception, her ex was waiting for her. She had been keeping “evidence” (printed texts, emails, receipts, etc.) in her vehicle because she knew he still had keys to the house. He ripped the keys from her, took her records and got into his car. She leaned in through the open car window and he took off with her hanging out of it.

He hit her several times before biting her arm to get her to let go, leaving a baseball-sized, dark purple bruise. She had to tell her kids she got hit by a golf club (she worked at a country club at the time).

I found out about this incident a week later when I got back from my honeymoon. I also found out that he had been beating her for several months and that’s why she originally left him, but was too embarrassed to tell anyone.

She went to court to get a restraining order but the judge did not grant one, saying each party was in the wrong.

Things continued to escalate (not physically but the police were called several times) and she was finally granted a no contact/restraining order.

6 weeks after my wedding, I got a call from my mom at 7 in the morning that my sister was in the hospital.

Her ex (who was drunk) had broken into her house through the basement window (where her bedroom was) and proceeded to beat the living shit out of her, choked her and ripped off her sleep shorts and sexually assaulted her.

My nephew (7 years old at the time) heard the commotion and came downstairs. Her ex yelled at him to get a knife. Being 7, he brought down a butter knife, not knowing what the reason was.

Her ex followed my nephew upstairs to get a different knife and my sister was able to make it outside to the neighbors house. She pounded on the door, naked except her tee shirt.

Her neighbor let her in and called the police. She was inconsolable as her kids were still inside.

The police arrived shortly after and there was blood and shattered glass everywhere-he had smashed a mirror over his head in a rage.

After a 4-hour long standoff with the police, he finally surrendered. One of the officers told my sister if the children hadn’t been upstairs with him, they would’ve shot and killed him.

He was found guilty of: strangulation, battery, and false imprisonment.

He was found NOT guilty of: second degree sexual assault (because none of his DNA was found in/on her genitalia or her ripped shorts), criminal damage to property (a specialized cleaning coming had to come in and clean due to it being biohazardous with the amount of blood. Her homeowners insurance covered it but it cost over $5,000).

He wasn’t even charged with attempted murder when he had every intention of killing her.

He served only 9 years in prison.

She’ll sleep with one eye open for the rest of her life.

So hearing the leading actress say, “grab your girlfriends, wear your florals” to watch a movie about domestic violence is beyond insensitive.

I don’t know where I was going with this but yeah.

[oigimi]

. see you then .

. silvio x reader . 2k words . tw: depictions of attempted sxual assault (not from silvio) . college au .

I took a shot of tequila from my liquor cabinet and glanced over at the clock. 7:38. That meant Nokto and the others should’ve been coming at any moment. Awesome.

My first semester of senior year was shaping out to be the worst one yet. Desperately trying to secure an internship in this field was draining every last drop of life out of me. My minimum wage job left me a shell of a human being every single time I had to punch in my employee ID number. Maintaining good grades didn’t even seem to matter at this point - if it weren’t for the fact I needed my scholarship to carry me through this last semester. Goddamn it, Y/N. Just one more year. You’ve got this.

Fortunately for social life but unfortunately for my social battery, I’d been invited to a frat party without my knowledge. Some of my friends had decided I was “too miserable” lately and needed some fun, and so earlier that morning I’d gotten a text from my good friend Nokto informing me of my expected arrival at this congregation of testosterone and alcohol.

I mean, it couldn’t have been all bad. Maybe a night out was good for me. I would be under the protection of my lowkey obsessed friend Rio, and some time out of my messy apartment could prove beneficial.

‘We’re here!!! :D <3’

Thanks, Rio. I grabbed my bag, applied an extra layer of lip gloss for good measure, forced myself to grin in the mirror, and ran outside into Nokto’s car.

“Hey, Y/N! Wow, you look so cute tonight.”

“Thanks, Rio. I didn’t do too much different though.”

“Oh, well. You always look so pretty though so maybe that’s it.”

I chuckled and buckled my seatbelt. “Thanks. You’re too nice to me, I swear.”

“You two need to get a room together. I’m so sick of it.” Nokto started the car and headed down towards the party. “Can’t believe Rio over here is getting to Y/N before me.”

“That’s not what’s going on!”

“It could be!”

“Rio!” I flushed a little bit as Nokto burst out laughing. Rio had a pink dust to his face to accompany my own, but he kept his eye contact with me, which I broke with a swift glance out the window.

Silence hung in the car’s atmosphere for a little while, before Nokto decided to break it with, “You know, word on the street is that Silvio’s gonna be there tonight.”

“What?!” Rio and I both hissed, jerking our heads back forward. “He’s gonna be there?!”

“That’s what I’ve heard anyway. Y/N, didn’t you have a class with him? Or two? I don’t remember.”

I grumbled and leaned back in my seat. Suddenly the fun was over before it could even begin. My fists began to tremble at the very mention of the name of Silvio Ricci, a man whose ugly and annoying inner self eclipsed any possibility of his handsome face making me swoon. “Yes,” I muttered, “he was in a few of my business classes. And I hate him.”

“Damn, I can see that! Oh well. Just ignore him and it’ll be fine.”

“You don’t get it. It’s not about ignoring him. Just his very presence at this party is enough to ruin it.”

“I agree,” Rio growled. “Don’t worry, Y/N! Just stick with me the whole time!”

Unfortunately for my friend I could not reciprocate his enthusiasm; my mind became clouded with storms and gray, and I couldn’t get my thoughts off of Silvio. I imagined him in my classroom, speaking so matter-of-factly about the art of business, the words coming out of his soft-looking pink lips like he didn’t need to even think about it. He shut people down and asserted himself everywhere, and even picked fights with me a few times. Every time I’d propose a theory, he’d speak up and challenge me, and I could see the delight that lit up in his deep sapphire eyes when my brows furrowed. He got a kick out of asserting himself, quick remarks, and always getting what he wanted.

Silvio always wore designer clothes. He put on cherry-flavored chapstick at the start and end of every class, and of course his jewelry rang like bells every time he moved. He wasn’t just a man. He was a statement. Silvio Ricci was a testament to rich college boys who have life handed to them on a silver platter, while common people like me were getting our asses handed to us instead, by the general public, landlords, academia, and every high-power institution that reigned above us.

But goddamn it, did the gorgeous manifestation of the bourgeois have a distinctive cologne and perfectly-sculpted bone structure.

While I stewed in my own bitterness, Nokto parked the car and we made our way out to the house. We were hit with main house lights off, colorful LED lights on in all their mood-making glory, and the most generic of Spotify playlists serenading our night. I was a little taken aback by the amount of people around- men and women. People were already making themselves at home, decently drunk, and enjoying one another’s company the way college students are meant to.

Immediately Rio grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen for a snack. We’d seen some familiar faces on the way there, they made good conversation partners, and before I knew it I was flooding my system with alcohol of every variety. Anything I could get my hands on I drank, even the peculiar jungle juice someone concocted in a cooler for us to try. What could I say? I loosened up a lot more with every sip, and I was even enjoying myself in a matter of time.

As the warm sting of the drinks began sweeter and sweeter, I stumbled out of the room and into another one for a few moments while Rio was chatting it up with someone else. Slumping on the couch, I stared off into space but found myself quickly jolted out of it by some unknown man who sat next to me.

“Hey.”

I turned my head and slurred something in response.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Cute name.” He smiled and gave me his name in return, but I could hardly make out what he was saying. “You here alone?”

“Noooo. My friends are… Uh…” I looked around for Nokto or Rio, or anyone else I’d been reunited with that night. “I don’t know where they are but they’re not here. But they are here. But they’re not.”

The man only seemed encouraged by my reply. “I see. Can’t believe they’d leave someone like you all alone here. They’re missing out.”

“Eh.” I tried to sit upright, but was gently pushed back down onto the couch. I tried to get a good look at his face, but the LED lights and dim room made it difficult to make out, especially coupled with my ever-blurring vision. “What are you doing?”

“Just be quiet.”

I laid with baited breath as I felt his hand on my side. I wanted to push him off, I wanted to yell for help, I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could but my body felt like a ton and I couldn’t even move my face the way I wanted to. My eyes closed as I braced myself for something I never thought would happen.

“Ay. Do you know this guy?”

“Eh-?!”

A hand yanked the assailant off of me, and pulled him close to the owner’s face. No way. I’d recognize that voice no matter how intoxicated I was.

“Y/N, answer me. Do you know this guy?”

I shifted my gaze to Silvio, who had an uncharacteristically furious expression. The man was pale and trying to get out of his grip, and I could feel the desperation in his face. But I just shook my head.

“I’ve never seen him before.”

“Figures.” Silvio threw the man to the ground and helped me up off the couch, leading me outside to the front porch, where the chilly night air hit my face like a ton of bricks. “Who the hell came with you? They just fuckin’ left you? Are you being serious?”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad-?!” Silvio turned his head to look at me, and his expression softened ever so slightly. My red face, weak body, and sleepy eyes must have gotten to him, because he just let out a sigh and put his hand around my shoulders. “You need to go home. I’m calling you a car,” he grumbled, taking out his phone.

I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. “Well, Mr. Spaghetti Rich-Ass. Why did you do that? And why are you sending me home? You hate my ass.” I leaned a little bit onto him, completely missing the pink dusting his cheeks.

“I wasn’t going to let that waste of space violate you. It just ain’t right. And I don’t hate you.”

“Whaaaat? You don’t hate me? So do you love me?” I teased, snickering a bit. “They’re opposites, you know.”

“Just because I don’t hate you doesn’t mean I love you! My god, you’re annoying. How can you be so damn happy after that just happened to you?”

I shrugged and wiped my face. “I don’t know. I guess… I don’t know.”

Silvio sighed again and wrapped his arm around me. “I’m riding with you and seeing to it you get inside your house. There’s creeps and weirdos all over these streets. Stay with me.”

This time, I couldn’t think of an answer. My thoughts swirled together like a hurricane, and so did my stomach and my chest. Was it the drinks? Was it the exhaustion? Was it being in Silvio’s arms after he’d just saved me from some greasy man at a party? Whatever the reason, I closed my eyes again and sniffled. Something in me began to spill out that I’d been bottling up for months, and it was coming out fast.

“Th-thank you. Thank you! I’m sorry f-for everything!”

“What the-?!” Silvio jumped back a bit, startled by my tears. “What are you cryin’ for? Weren’t you fine a minute ago?”

“No, I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay a minute ago or an hour ago or ever!” I cried a bit harder and this time, leaned over and hugged Silvio. “I want to go home. Please take me home, please, please, please…”

“I am. I will. I promise,” he grunted. Despite his tone, he wrapped his arms around me in a soft embrace, looking out into the black, unbusy street that would carry us into the night’s conclusion.

—

The next morning I woke up with the worst headache I’d ever had in my life, and stomach pains to match. I groaned and forced my tired body out of bed, starting on my routine. I opened my phone to… messages from Silvio?!

Suddenly the events of the previous night flooded my brain, reenacting themselves in vivid detail as I read ‘goodnight’ and ‘glad you got home safe’ messages from my friends. The godawful music, the attempted assault, and most importantly, the man who saved me and got me home safe.

I looked down at my message thread with Silvio, a newly created contact, with only one text from him.

‘Assuming you didn’t decide to leave your house, glad ya got home okay. I’m not letting that stupid shit happen to you ever again. I’m pickin’ you up tonight for dinner so be ready. Your choice, I don’t care.’

And despite how much I’d told myself I despised him, and how he was truly the worst person in the whole world on the inside, I felt my heart flutter at the idea of dinner with Silvio. The feeling of his embrace lingered on my whole body, in concert with that cologne I’d recognized so easily. I sat down at my kitchen table, wanting to express my gratitude, and apologize for being such an unbearable drunk, and give suggestions for dinner, I just sent a few simple words, bottling everything up once again, to be reopened in due time.

‘Got it. See ya then :)’

[lovebvni]

the people have spoken — here’s my lore <3

hellooo!! <3 you guys said you wanted to see my lore from my main dr that i actually got from js thinking about my dr!!!

for context, this is for my main mha dr <3 i am siblings w himiko toga but she also has 2 more siblings including me, kuro (kurtis is his american name; he is also himiko a twin sibling) and himari (halo) (i just changed her name as of typing this)

i js realized how y/n this sounds but ykw it’s cool shit ok?

tw for assault (or battery idk im not a lawyer), cutting of skin, drug use of minors, getting drugged .

please stop reading if there is anything that is a trigger to you. and also know this is all FICTIONAL in this reality so please do not worry abt anyone lmfao 😭😭

im going to be as brief as possible! i dont wanna type long blog although this is interesting <3

soooo our family moved back from america when i was in ~5th grade. i was like what�� 10 because i started school early (i started developing fast oopsie‼️), himiko n kurt were 14/15 idk man i can’t do math their birthday is after mine 😭 but we were all still young. halo was 6/7ish

so around the time we moved back to japan and himiko real REALLY didn’t wanna go back to japan. she had friends in the us who she felt like accepted her n whatnot, she has a girlfriend she had to break up with because of the move, etc. there was lot going on in her head — it wa as big change to move back to japan so our mom could thrive in her business.

so, himiko came up with a plan — to drug her family, run away and fly back to america to continue living her life.

now, obviously, she didn’t complete the whole thing because she felt bad. she would be without her twin and two younger siblings.

she drugged all of us at a family celebration dinner. i don’t know the details for this i didn’t think it through/didn’t get told what she used. it started with an a though, idk LMDAO 😭😭

anya ways she drugged us at this family dinner then decided, as a way to show her love, she was going to take some of all our blood and cut a heart out on a various part of all our bodies.

my mom got a heart on her outer right thigh, my dads was on his right shoulder blade, kuro’s on his left arm, mine on my left eye and kiara’s on her left hand.

i don’t quite know why she did this but obviously, right for her parents, left for her siblings. idk if it means anything to her but yeah!

anyways hospitalized stitched, blah blah medical recoveries whatever.

now with this next part i’ll be kind of brief. some of kurt’s school friends found out abt the incident and they were like “hey we got set that could help u” but he decided to bring me since i was his next closest sibling — whatever.

they were older or something so they had like drugs (😧😧😧😦😦) ( i can’t take this seriously it’s insane) anyways we went to a lot of parties like every friday n saturday night but on saturdays we wouldn’t get as high bc we have church on sundays (we watch the american one online 💀)

it was crazy tho bro!!! but anyways both kurt n i have nic addictions 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ woopsie poopsie!

i didn’t script all of this btw. i just scripted the part abt himiko drugging us then fucking dipping. all this other shit was included.

also dw i won’t get cancer or anything serious from using anything 😭😭 js temp shit!

anyways yeah! sorry it’s shorter than u expected. i have a weird headache that keeps coming n going (along w migraines) so i tried to keep it short so i wouldn’t stress myself

anyways!!! i hope yall enjoyed! if u have my questions feel free to ask or smth idk 😭

[shslanonymous]

SDRA2 Cast Crimes

(TW: Mentions of su!c!de, murder, abuse)

Yuri Kagarin : Criminal threats?, underage drinking

Hajime Makunouchi : Terrorism, homicide, 1st-degree murder, damage to property, aggravated battery/assault, drug abuse, drugging someone, aiding and abetting

Kokoro Mitsume : Child abuse, attempted unlawful imprisonment, unethical experimentation, aiding and abetting (Credit)

Emma Magorobi : Terrorism, homicide, 3rd-degree murder, damage to property, aggravated battery/assault, criminal mayhem

Setsuka Chiebukuro : underage drinking, corrupting sports (cheating), espionage

Hibiki Otonokoji : 3rd-degree murder, impersonation, aggravated battery/assault

Kanade Otonokoji : Underage drinking, mass murder (60+), drugging someone, animal cruelty, multiple counts of criminal mayhem, multiple counts of drugging someone, sibling abuse (domestic & psychological), parricide, terrorism, corpse desecration, canicide, incrimination, brainwashing (Credit)

Shinji Kasai : Damage to property

Nikei Yomiuri : Terrorism, attempted murder, slander, threatening with a deadly weapon, multiple counts of aggravated battery/assault, aiding and abetting

Mikado Sannoji : Mass murder, kidnapping, thievery, terrorism, multiple counts of battery/assault, 9 counts of unlawful imprisonment, 9 counts of kidnapping, 2 counts of damage to property, hacking crimes, criminal threatening, 2 counts of arson, hiring assassin, snuff filming (Credit)

Sora : Terrorism?, underage drinking?, attempted murder, multiple counts of battery/assault, slander, criminal threatening

Iroha Nijiue : Terrorism, attempted murder, escaping custody, battery/assault, aiding and abetting

Syobai Hashimoto : Mass murder, escaping custody, slander, multiple counts of killing federal officers, aiding and abetting, multiple counts of assassination, battery/assault, kidnapping, accessory to drug trafficking, hostage taking (Credit)

Yoruko Kabuya : 2 counts of battery/assault, attempted murder, identity fraud

Yuki Maeda : Attempted murder, attempted suicide

[cboffshore]

Since I saw you reblogging an ask post...

I was reading one of your fics on ao3 (I forgot which one :,) ) and in one of the notes you mentioned that there were certain Skybound angst tropes that you weren't quite fond of. So what are those tropes if you do mind me asking?

Hey there! Starting off with a SPICY one, that's fun. I've probably got that note on all of my Skybound stuff in some way, shape, or form, because aside from being my personal preferences, these tropes I don't like run DEEP in the fandom. This is going to get long, so under the cut we go! (Cw/tw for mentions of SA and related topics.)

There are three main tropes in Skybound fic that I dislike, but they appear so often and in so many forms that it's impossible to name them all, so they're split into three main categories for ease here. Ordered from least to most irritating:

Probably the least annoying on this list: violence and gore. This is the most understandable one that shows up - after all, this is a fighting show, and of course we've got that whole eyepatch scene to reckon with - but it's still a little annoying. I can usually work past it unless it's take 62837272727 of someone gouging out Jay's eye or a souped up Scrap n Tap scene with nothing added but more blood and gratuitous violence. Doesn't matter how creative it is, that's usually enough to make me close out unless the fic has something cooler to offer. It gets boring fast, okay? Like, I completely get it most times, but it's been done to death. Not always a total deal breaker, though. I've used shades of it in my own work, so I can't condemn it entirely.

A lethal pairing I like to call Sopping Wet Cat Jay and Therapy Dog Nya- usually comorbid, very rarely independent. This also usually presents in post-Skybound reveal/healing style fics. Sopping Wet Cat Jay is when all Jay (when presented with Skybound memories or reminders) is capable of is being absolutely, well, sopping wet and pathetic about it. Lots of crying and wailing and nightmares. Therapy Dog Nya is the traditional response to this, where Nya forgets her own trauma entirely to be a huggable object and supplier of gentle reassurance that nothing that happens to Jay was his fault. Again, I completely understand why people write these, but I feel very strongly that they're a disservice to BOTH characters. Jay flew the Keep (ETA: originally wrote Jeep lmao) straight into the Temple and threatened to turn Nadakhan into French toast! Nya DIED after spending all season trying to advocate for herself and her independence! Did we even watch the same show? Sure doesn't feel like it when I see this trope. Absolutely, yes, trauma presents weirdly down the line - but this as the default response always seems weird to me. And it shows up so, so often. Worse still is when a fic might try to give Nya a little agency and nod at her trauma, only to spin on its heel the moment the author decides Jay needs to start sobbing about mops or something. (I'm probably coming off bitter here, but let's be real: this has been happening for seven years. I'm tired.)

This one is an absolute deal breaker: gratuitous sexual assault and/or capital R offenses. Doesn't matter who it happens to, honestly, but the absolute worst is when it happens to Jay (perpetrated by Nadakhan) and when the author acts like it's canon and writes as if it's a given. I actually have already written an entire two part essay on this - part one is here, with a link to part two at the end. Some of my stances in part two have shifted slightly (for instance, I've recently blocked both case study authors because every time I see someone endorsing their work, I want to deep fry my thumbs), but for the most part, this essay conveys my feelings on, nuances of, and rough history of this trend WAY better than I can here. And if you thought #2 came off kinda bitter, well. This essay is battery acid, but I mean every word. An opinion I didn't fully examine in the essay is that I also feel it's a disservice to Nadakhan's character - he's FASCINATING, so to see him reduced to a r*pist just makes me mad. Go after him for his CANON crimes, please. Stop making stuff up!!

Anyway - thanks for the ask! If you read the essay and have any questions, please let me know.