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anniebrainrots · 3 years ago

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Family

In which you reflect upon yours and Technoblade’s shared past.

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warnings: mentions of violence (nothing too graphic), slight gore, angst, SBI family dynamic, no y/n

wc: 3.2k

notes: i’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors, i really tried my best :,)

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You can’t remember a time when you and Technoblade actually fought. You had always been attached at the hip, you had watched him grow up from a young boy full of ambition and fire to an accomplished man with strong ideals and a fierce personality. That’s one of the things that you had prided yourself in, well, that and your impeccable ability to calm the pink-haired piglin.

You remember the first time the voices had appeared; he had come to you after he had gone hunting with Phil for the first time. He had mentioned his first kill, how it had awoken something in him, how it almost felt like he had been running on autopilot when he shot the arrow. You hadn’t known how to talk to him through his episodes then, though with years you had learned what to say to not set him off.

The first time he had killed a man hadn’t been that long after his first hunt. A bandit had come to your small camp in the forest in the middle of the night. You couldn’t have been older than twelve at the time, Techno being thirteen. You had been held at knifepoint, held in front of Phil and Wilbur while the hybrid had gone out to get more firewood when your campfire dwindled. You remember seeing horror cross the two faces in front of you before the grip on your neck had loosened and a man had dropped right to the floor. You had tried your best to erase traces of that night from your memory, but the thin scar on your neck always made a point to remind you of it.

He had changed since then, an insatiable thirst for bloodlust had festered deep within him, unable to be satisfied. He hadn’t been too good at controlling the voices at that time, and the first time he had lost control in your presence he couldn’t bear to look at you for a week out of shame. It had taken the help of Phil, Wilbur, and even Tommy to talk him out of separating himself from you. After that, your bond with him had only grown stronger. When you had left the family to pursue your own adventure with Techno, you had learned how to talk to him, to ease the voices that always screamed at him.

The second time he had lost control around you it hadn’t been directed at you. The both of you had entered a tournament for money, and the result had been devastating for you. Techno had gotten his long hair cut short while your wings had ended up getting chopped off. It had been a foul play, ambushed from the back while you had fought another in front of you. Techno had seen nothing but red, finishing off both people before consoling you the best he could. You had mourned the loss of your flight and your precious wings for weeks, not eating and barely alive, according to Techno. He had half the mind to send you back to Phil, doubting his abilities to protect you but you had insisted to stay with him, that you would simply be too ashamed to look your father in the eyes and tell him why your wings had no longer been on your back.

Years later, even though you still held the loss of your wings close to your heart, you had learned to move on with the help of your companion, finding solace in causing chaos and taking down unjust governments. Naturally, when Wilbur and Tommy had called upon you both to help them with their revolution against a tyrant who had taken charge of their old country, you had been more than happy to come.

The first few weeks had been spent catching up with your brothers, and you had exchanges of your adventures and their experiences running their country. You couldn’t help but notice darkness festering deep within Wilbur’s eyes, and one night he broke, asking Tommy if they had been the bad guys all along. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell them you had followed them that night, eavesdropping on their conversation. You had confided in Technoblade, the piglin merely dismissing your concerns for your brother as he urged you to start preparing for the war. You had tried to ignore it, the way Wilbur’s tongue dripped with acid every time he had spoken of L’manburg, the way Tommy had flinched when Wilbur would walk into the same room, the way Wilbur constantly disappeared in the dead of the night when he had thought no one was watching. But you had been, you had always been watching him.

The day he hid behind Dream, the man that had nearly killed Tommy twice in their war against the Dream SMP, you had nearly taken it upon yourself to incapacitate Wilbur. Technoblade, as war-hungry as he always had been, paid no attention to this, which had angered you greatly. Once you had learned of Wilbur’s planting of hundreds of TNT underneath L’manburg, you had tried to talk him out of it.

“L’manburg is a fallen nation, birdie. It’s done nothing but cause pain for everyone, so why does it have to exist? You wouldn’t understand, you weren’t there when we built it, so stay out of our fucking business or leave.” The nickname that Wilbur had given you in your youth sounded like nothing but pure venom and ice, and his words had stung you far more than anything else.

That night, you had approached Technoblade; you couldn’t help but notice how you had been falling apart due to how busy he had become with his preparations. It had been obvious to you how stressed he was, spacing out more frequently while you had conversed. When you brought up your concern over Wilbur’s plans, he lashed out.

“God, you’re so annoyin’, always havin’ concern over what Wilbur wants to do or not. The man ran the country way before we even got here so why do you care so much?”

“I’m worried because everyone’s life is on the line here, Techno. You’re telling me you’d let your brothers fight in a war that will end up in explosions? What about Tommy, you’re gonna let him go through with this? Why can’t you see that Wilbur’s gone crazy, and he needs to be stopped?”

“I can’t let you do that. No matter what you want, I promised to help Wilbur and if you don’t agree with his ideals, then just leave. We don’t want you here.” For the second time that night alone, you had been told to leave by some of the most important people in your lives. You choked back the rising sob in your throat, letting your sadness dissipate and anger take over. You had marched right out of his base, not a single call of your name from the man you had just spoken with, and you had concluded that that would be the last time you would talk to him.

You had gone deep into the forest into your small cottage, taking all of your valuables and putting them in your ender chest, stuffing food and all of your weapons into your bags where they had fit. You had taken a few pieces of TNT, no one needed the rest of these items anyways. You had been deep enough in the forest that the explosion would not be heard from anywhere near PogTopia, so you had quickly ignited the TNT and watched as your house exploded onto tiny remnants. A small crater had been left in its place, small enough to pass off as a creeper explosion in the night.

Your second stop had been to Tommy’s quarters, where you had found him sitting by his bed.

He had looked up at you in slight confusion, noting your packed bags and outdoor attire. He had wondered if you were going to go scouting in L’manburg and almost wanted to ask if he could come, but you had cut him off before he could.

You handed him a sword, the first one you had ever made with your own hands when you were barely his age.

“What’s this for? And why are you dressed like that?”

You gave him a watery smile, “this sword helped me survive all this time, so I hope it serves you well in the war. And I can’t fight alongside you anymore, Tommy. Technoblade and Wilbur had made that very clear tonight.”

“What? Wilbur? I’ll go speak to him right now if he’s makin’ you leave. You can’t leave, you just can’t!” Tommy stood to his full height, arms wrapping themselves around your smaller form. You patted his back, offering words of comfort.

That night, you had left with a heavy heart, and despite your rather unpleasant last experiences with Will and Techno, you couldn’t help but to think of them fondly from time to time.

That led to where you are now, in the Tundra, in a humble cottage in the middle of a clearing. There’s a village nearby, with wonderful farmers offering you discounted golden carrots for all the help you provided for them in the past 6 months.

You never did find out the outcome of that war, and something tells you that it didn’t end in celebrations. You traveled far enough that even news from L’manburg would be unlikely to reach all the way here. Still, though, you can’t help but wonder where Technoblade is, if he’s been taking care of himself, if he’s even still alive. You snort at that, of course he’s still alive; Technoblade never dies.

One day, you wake up with a slightly more cheery attitude than most other mornings. You prance around your house, humming songs to yourself while you clean and cook. It’s quiet, like it always is, and sometimes you find yourself wishing you’re back to the old days, when everything was loud, chaotic, and bloody. The silence, however, is a luxury you never knew you needed.

Your black cape and golden crown (one that Techno gave you in order to match with him), hangs in your closet, unused.

You make sure to polish the crown once a week, it being a gift from a man you harbored feelings for since your youth, you couldn’t bear to leave it to collect dust. You sigh wistfully, placing the newly polished crown on your head while looking at your reflection in the mirror.

You can’t help but notice the way your features have softened, given your lifestyle with Techno over the years, you were almost never given a break from all of the bloodshed. Your eyes are brighter, and your face gleamed with a newfound glow, one that had always been stained by dirt and grime from the battlefield. You note faint scars running down your arms, a brief moment of insecurity passing through you as you remember the perfectly clean complexion the village women had.

You’re cut off by your thoughts by a rapid and harsh knock on your front door, and you rush to take off the crown and place it back in your closet and head back downstairs. It’s odd, almost no one visits the Tundra, so the very idea that someone is knocking on your door is already incredibly bizarre. You figure it’s probably a wandering trader, a very impatient one sounding from the hurried knocks.

You open the door roughly and step back slightly in shock. Phil stares back at you with equal emotion in his eyes, he obviously wasn’t expecting you to answer the door. Your gaze shifts to the man by his shoulders, hanging limply with his head down.

“Help,” is all Phil’s able to say before you quickly wrap your arms around Techno’s midsection and lead him to lay down on your couch. Blood pools around his waist staining your cushions, but you can’t even acknowledge that. He’s passed out and pale, so you make quick work to tend to his injuries, finding him improperly wrapped in loose bandages.

After cleaning his injuries, the worst of which being a stab wound on his midsection and a large gash on the arm, you wrap him with bandages and give him healing potions to speed up the recovery. With the help of your adopted father, you move Techno to your bed, closing the door before joining Phil on the floor near the fireplace.

Phil watches you sit down next to him, eyeing your bloody hands before blinking away to stare at the flickering flame. He also notices your wings, or lack thereof, but chooses to stay silent.

“What happened? Why is Techno like that?”

He’s silent for a moment before answering, “after the big battle, they reclaimed L’manburg but reinstituted Tubbo as the new president. Techno didn’t like that, so he fought back. It was him against everyone else. After that he fled to escape but someone was able to shoot him down with an arrow and stab him. I knocked the guy out and tried to fix Techno, but I couldn’t do that with everyone chasing us down. So, I took him on a boat and ended up here. Gave him enough healing potions to not die, but I barely had enough. Thank god we found you.”

You go quiet at that, a question annoying you at the back of your mind.

“Did he do it?” From your tone, the man realizes you’re referring to Wilbur, and his heart clenches at the fresh memory.

“He did. I barely got there in time, mate. I tried to talk him out of it but…” he trails off, shoving his face into his hands to hide his tears, “I killed him.”

Your shoulders slump in sympathy, about to comfort him, “Phil, it’s not your faul—”

“No. I literally killed him. When he pressed the button, he gave me his sword and…” this time he lets out a weak laugh, “did I do the right thing, birdie? Was I right to kill my own son?”

You can’t wrap your head around that. “Wilbur’s dead?”

Phil cries quietly to himself, nodding his head to affirm your thoughts, making you let out a small ��oh’.

You’re at a loss for words. Sure, Wilbur had been nothing but toxic to you the last time you had seen him, but that didn’t overshadow the years of love and affection he had given you in your childhood. Deep down, you knew the Wilbur you had seen last had been nothing but the shell of the person that gave you piggy back rides when you were learning to fly so you can experience being off your feet, of the person that bandaged your knee when you had tripped and had been too scared to tell Phil you had gotten hurt, of the person that sang you songs on his guitar whenever you felt restless at night because he knew they helped you sleep. Wilbur is—was—your brother.

“He went crazy, Phil. Too clouded by his emotions to think straight. He endangered the lives of everyone around him. He wasn’t Wilbur anymore at that time, Phil. He was just a man that had lost everything, too scared to rebuild from scratch that he just destroyed his work so no one else could have it. It was like watching a child who lost their favorite toy. Jesus, Phil, if you’d seen him then…” You watch the crackling fire, words caught in your throat, unable to finish the sentence, silence lying heavily in the air. “He needed to be stopped.”

The man you saw as your father goes quiet, and from the corner of your eyes you see just how this man aged. Despite being immortal, Phil always had what you called ‘sleepy eyes’ referring to the way he seems to constantly have bags underneath his eyes that made him look sleep deprived despite being well-rested; a trait that Wilbur inherited, and Techno had purely because of his lack of a proper sleep schedule. Tommy used to tease them about it, despite having developed it slightly after his staying up with you, Wilbur, and Techno in the dead of the night to sneak out when Philza was asleep.

“Guess we’re both flightless now, huh?” You ask after a moment, studying his burned feathers that would surely never heal properly enough for him to take flight. He let out a humorless chuckle, dull eyes closing for a moment.

“I tried to shield him from the explosion but it resulted in quite some irreversible damage.” He stretches his wings out, barely even a quarter of its original length, black feathers singed and unrecognizable. He gives you a glance from the side, “you never told me about yours.”

You hum, and your back burns with phantom pain. “I lost them in an arena. A couple years after we left, Techno and I participated in this free-for-all arena and some guy ambushed me from behind and cut them off.” Your left hand grips your sleeve, images of red and withering feathers flashing before your eyes. You feel a gentle hand on your back, and all of it stops.

You and Phil sit together in well-appreciated silence, basking in each other’s presence after so many years of no contact. A shuffle from the other room catches your attention, you turn and see Techno stepping out of the room, one hand supporting himself on the wall and the other wrapped around his midsection, tight against his fresh wound. You and him make eye contact for a split second before you turn away and he redirects his gaze to Phil.

From the corner of your eyes you see them staring at each other, having what seems to be a silent conversation before the older man sighs and gets up. He pats you on the head once and gives Techno a nod before stepping outside. Uh oh. You know what’s coming next and you don’t know if you’re ready for it. You say nothing when you hear approaching footsteps from behind you, staring at the dwindling flame in the fireplace. You say nothing when he sits behind you on the couch, unable to sit on the floor because of his injuries. You say nothing when you turn around from your sitting position on the floor to look up at him.

Despite only being apart for 6 months, Techno sure looks older. Maybe it had been the effects of war, but both you and him have gone through countless battles before and you had never seen his face like this. Grim, serious, unapproachable. Something in his eyes flicker when he stares at you; pity, remorse.

“I’m sorry.” Techno says after a moment, looking guilty as his facade slowly breaks.

You don’t know what to say. The Blood God, infamous for his unyielding wrath and immeasurable power, for his countless victories in war, for his presence made to induce fear upon people, bowing his head to you in remorse. Was this the same Blood God that you hear countless stories of? No, this is Techno. Your best friend, your partner in crime, your person.

“I know.”

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atc74 · 7 years ago

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Fire & Ice

A probably not highly anticipated part 2 to She Waits. I totally did not intend for it to have a second part, but then I joined another challenge and the host graciously agreed to it. So if you’re interested, here is some more disgusting fluff. Taylor, @impalaimagining, this is for you, love and your Sing It Supernatural Challenge. Thank you for all your love and support! My prompt is in italics.

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Word Count: 2192

Warnings: Rob singing, pregnancy, birth (not graphic), Rob singing

Thank you to all who indulge my Rob Crisis as is reaches critical mass. I mostly blame @iwantthedean and @d-s-winchester, as they are horrible, amazing influences and I love them. Also, to my beta, @just-another-busy-fangirl, I love you!

(photo credits to google search, @mandileaphotography and @stardustandmelancholy)

Rob slipped quietly through the door to your rented condo in Vancouver. He knew you had been tired lately, being six months pregnant and all, and he didn’t want to risk waking you. It had been a long night on set and the director hadn’t called a wrap until almost two in the morning.

He removed his shoes and tossed his jacket over one of the kitchen stools before grabbing a bottle of water and shuffling his tired feet and body down the hall. He ensured the bathroom door was shut before he turned the light on and set to getting ready for bed. After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth. He flipped the lights off and tiptoed into the bedroom.

Rob reached his way along the wall to his dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on. He eased his way to the bed and gently pulled back the comforter.

“Rob?” your voice was raspy from sleep.

“Hey, Honey, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Rob whispered.

“S’okay, baby woke me up anyway; hafta pee,” you groaned as you eased your swollen body from the mattress and rushed the bathroom. You quickly finished your business and returned to the bedroom, greeting Rob with a kiss.”Hmmm minty. How was your day, Babe?”

“It was good. Long, but good. Only one episode left,” Rob welcomed you back into bed with open arms.

“I missed you, Baby,” you snuggled into his side. “Only a couple weeks left and we will be on our way home. I can’t wait to get the nursery finished so we can be ready for this little wiggle worm.”

“I can’t wait to meet our baby, Y/N. I love you,” Rob murmured into your hair.

“I love you, Robby,” you whispered before drifting back to sleep.

~*~

“Honey, are you ready?” Rob called through the apartment.

“I will be in just about three minutes,” you responded strolling out into the living area. “Can you zip me please?”

“Honey, you look absolutely exquisite,” Rob breathed out, his cerulean orbs roaming your figure in the dress you had found on a recent shopping trip.

“Thank you, Robby. I am just glad it fits, for now,” you joked. “I am getting bigger and bigger every day. Pretty soon, I will only be able to fit into sweats!”

“It doesn’t matter what you wear, you will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me,” Rob said. “And you’re all mine.”

“Okay, you sap, we are going to be late if you don’t zip me up,” you joked, turning around and gesturing to your back.

“I don’t care. I just want you all to myself,” Rob murmured, as his fingers slowly caressed your spine, taking his time.

“I promise you I am all yours tomorrow, but tonight,” you sighed. “Tonight we have a wrap party to attend and you are the emcee and entertainment.”

“I am going to hold you to that promise, Y/N,” Rob relented and zipped your dress with a heavy exaggerated breath.

“You know, you look pretty damn good in that suit, Babe,” you teased, getting an eyeroll in response.

The bar had just started to fill up and it looked like you and Rob arrived just in time. Jensen and Jared greeted you at the door.

“Y/N, you look beautiful, too good for Rob. Run away with me?” Jared teased.

“I am sure Gen would not be okay with that. Control yourself, MIster!” you joked just as easily with him. You loved this family with everything you had and knew your life wouldn’t be the same without them. Throughout all the struggles of the past few years, before, during and after Rob’s stroke and thinking you might lose him, they had all been there for you, through thick and thin.

“Jare, get off the pretty lady! Hey, Sunshine, how is my favorite niece doing?” Jensen hugged you and instinctively rubbed a large hand over your belly.

“Jen, we don’t know if it is a girl or boy, so don’t get too excited just yet. You’ll have to wait a few more months, just like us,” you told him.

“Yeah, well I can hope! And we have receipts for everything!” Jensen blurted out as he took your hand and led you to a table reserved for you. “What can I get you?”

“Just some water with a lemon, please,” you eased yourself into the chair and noticed Rob in the corner talking with Bob Singer and Jim Michaels, figuring it was most likely about the episodes they had just filmed.

“Hey, Honey, you comfortable?” Rob crouched down in front of you.

“Yeah, I’m good, let’s go mingle with everyone before you are stuck on entertainment duty,” you proposed and Rob helped you to your feet, one hand on the small of your back as you walked around, talking to all of your friends and family.

“So how many weeks left, Y/N?” Brianna asked excitedly.

“Just about ten. It feels like just yesterday when I found out,” you marveled.

“I know! It feels like it goes by in the blink of an eye, but lasts forever at the same time!” she exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

“Hey, where’d my husband go?” you wondered aloud as the music started. Brianna just pointed toward the stage where Rob and Rich had taken up their post.

“Ladies and germs! Thank you all for coming tonight. We have some people who wanna say some stuff, so please, pretend to listen and be interested, and blabbity blah, yada yada yada,” Rich joked and passed off his mic to the show runners.

Jokes were made, insults tossed back and forth, but it was all in good fun and camaraderie; the cast and crew were notorious for it and it was what made them all family. They had another great season under their belts.

“Robby?” Rich called out.

“Yeah, Rich?” Rob answered.

“So you guys gonna play something for these nice people? And Jared and Jensen?” Laughter broke out among the party, Jared and Jensen feigning offense.

“We were thinking about it, why, you gonna join us?” Rob asked. “And ah, Jensen Ackles, get your ass up here, too.”

Applause rang out as Jensen jumped on stage, Rich handing him a microphone. The opening notes of ‘Whipping Post’ started and Jensen was flawless. More and more guests joined the stage singing a variety of songs, just like a Saturday Night Special concert.

You alternated between sitting and standing, singing along and carrying on conversations with everybody. The baby would start kicking furiously whenever Rob was singing and it made your heart happy to know that your baby loved Daddy’s voice as much as you did. You had just returned to your seat and slipped off your shoes when you heard your name.

“Y/N, Honey, I know this isn’t the most romantic way to spend our first anniversary, but I don’t think we would be here today if it wasn’t for the love and support of some of the people in this room,” Rob looked off the side and then you saw Gil walk out on stage, followed by Jensen, Brianna, Kim, Ruth and Mark took up his post on the drums. “Surrounded by our friends and family, I vow to you, Y/N, to love you more each day and never to look back, as you are my future.”

You smiled sweetly, not believing what a sap he had turned into. “I love you, Robby!” you yelled to him as a familiar pair of arms encircled your waist and a loud kiss was placed on your cheek.

“Nic! What are you doing here?” you squealed as you hugged her.

“Well, we were coming just to help you move, but Gil couldn’t pass up an opportunity to sing with the boys, so here we are,” she shrugged.

The music started again and you both turned back to the stage, giving your husbands and friends your attention as a old country tune filled the room. This was different than they normally played, but you didn’t care. Rob singing was what you enjoyed most and it didn’t matter if he sang commercial jingles.

“This song is dedicated to my beautiful wife. She is everything I could want and more. Happy anniversary, Honey,” Rob announced.

She’s sun and rain, she’s fire and ice

A little crazy but it’s nice

And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone

‘Cause she’ll rage just like a river

Then she’ll beg you to forgive her

She’s every woman that I’ve ever known

She’s so New York and then L.A.

And every town along the way

She’s every place that I’ve never been

She’s makin love on rainy nights

She’s a stroll through Christmas lights

And she’s everything I want to do again

You and Nicole swayed to the music, not caring anymore that you had taken your shoes off or that your feet still ached. A warmth surrounded you as Rob sang, the group harmonizing perfectly behind him. You watched him as he left the stage and knelt before you.

She’s anything but typical

She’s so unpredictable

Oh but even at her worst it ain’t that bad

She’s as real as real can be

And she’s every fantasy

The song finished, but you couldn’t hear anything. Your attention was on your husband as he wrapped his arms tight around your middle, placing soft kisses to your baby bump. He looked up at you with tears shining in those blue eyes you loved so much.

“You and this baby are all I could ever want. Thank you for being patient and loving me. I don’t know where I would be without you,” Rob confessed and kissed you soundly as everyone clapped, wishing you a happy anniversary.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you promised.

~*~

“Rob!” you yelled from the bathroom one dark and stormy night. A rare thunderstorm had rolled through Los Angeles County and although you loved a good storm, this one had woken you up only to discover that your water had broken.

“What flavor?” Rob mumbled from the bed, still half asleep.

“Rob, Babe, I need you to get up and get dressed right now. My water broke,” you told him, gathering a change of clothes from the bedroom.

“Okay, I’m ready! Let’s get to the hospital!” Rob jumped out of bed and put his shoes on.

“Babe? Uh, you probably are going to want a shirt…and some pants,” you observed as he stood before you in nothing but his boxers and a pair of sneakers.

“Oh, yeah, right. Pants,” Rob babbled as he ran around your bedroom, looking for said pants, settling for a used pair from the hamper.

“Baby bag, check. Mama bag, check. Pants and shirt, check,” Rob recited his list of go items, as he ran down the stairs of your two story home to the door to the garage, slamming it behind him. The door opened and slammed again, and you heard him as he bounded back up the stairs. “Pregnant wife, check.”

“I was wondering if you were coming back for me!” you laughed as he helped you down the stairs, out the door and into the car. Your breathing exercises were not exactly helping, but as you glanced in the back to the brand new car seat he had installed the day before, worry set on your face. “Rob, what if we are horrible parents?” you blurted out as the panic started to set in. You and Rob hadn’t had the smoothest of roads and you worried if you had rushed into the parenting thing.

“Honey, as long as we have each other, that is all that matters, remember? We made it through together and we will make it through this, too,” Rob assured you, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your arm. He started singing as he drove, knowing that always helped calm you.

~*~

You woke to the sun as it shone through your window, blinking in the brightness. Your arms stretched over your head and you noticed a dull ache in your midsection. The events of the night rushed back to you as your eyes opened wide to take in your husband singing softly, gazing lovingly at the pink bundle in his arms. You listened, content at the sight before you.

“You know, she still needs a name,” you pointed out and his eyes met yours.

“Hey baby girl. Your mama is awake,” Rob cooed gently as he rose, shifting your daughter into your arms. You had marveled over this little wonder for months and she was finally here.

“I was thinking about, too, and may have an idea,” Rob volunteered. “How do you feel about Rowan?”

“I love it, Rob. Welcome to the world, Rowan Elizabeth Benedict. Your Uncle Jensen is going to be so pleased to meet you,” you whispered. Rob reached over and wiped away your silent tears before he kissed the top of your daughter’s head. “She’s beautiful.”

“Just like her mother,” Rob agreed.

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gullyman762 · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @yells-at-cats!

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to know better. (i wont be tagging 10 people because i dont know who to choose, sorry. i feel like a child who promised his parents that he would have children to keep the family name alive. But later in life realized that all he wanted was to live as a hermit in the mountains. This is a terrible metaphor.)

Age:18 , turning 19 the day before Halloween. im still so young (im scratching my head im so confued that im only 18)

Birthplace: Ontario, Canada.

Current Time: 12:49pm

Drink you last had: water, like the healthy people recommend

Easiest person to talk to: My one cousin whos a pretty cool guy, we can talk about anything, its great. or my sis but we both arent exactly “positive” people so we have to try an not depress the atmosphere

favorite song: its not that simple. But i love most of K.Flays stuff. and the neighbourhood is good. then theres a huge list of single songs from random artists.. Also the band called Daughter, which fulfills all my melancholy needs

Grossest memory: when i was younger we had chickens that we butchered when they got old and too fat to move (what a life) i dont know how graphic to get on here but it involved beheading, feather plucking and cutting open. holy. shit. feather plucking was beyond words disgusting. i wont even go there.

Hogwarts house: ummm.... i took a cheesy looking test , but the results were...inconclusive��

in love: what is love

Jealous of people: no not usually

Killed someone: thats a strange thing to ask.....no i have not

Love at first sight or should i walk by again?: Love at first sight because in soul i am a naive 18th century woman

Middle name: Reimer (most people on here dont even know my first name)

Number of siblings: sit. 7

One wish: to have 10 more wishes? Silly, i learned how to answer that question in grade 2 from the cheeky little shit that always got time-outs

Person you called last: My old boss called me, mmmmbye

Question your always asked: “so what do you do?’ thats when my brain goes nuts trying to find creative ways to say “basically nothing”

Reason to smile: mostly bad jokes, or when its most inconvenient. *someone is telling me something serious, im there dead eyes, gummy smile

Song you last sang: idk whale noises and makin my way down town

Time you woke up: Like 11 because i had a mouse in my bed (no my living conditions are not as bad as they seem i swear) but i scared the little shit away, couldnt sleep cuz i was shook. i named him Robert.

Underwear colour: black blue

Vacation Destination: a small town in like iceland or ireland with friendly people living there and a pub, only the townspeople have to force me to go to the pub and hang out with them because im horrible at making friends

Worst habit: disconnecting from people and not eating proper food, i could go on

X-Rays: not that i can remember

Your Favourite Food: Cheesy, cheesy pizza, fries, fries, fries. Any pastas

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

#i need to sleep #thanks for the tag #also to anyone who sees this and wants to do it #just say i tagged you ;)#i would love to get to know everyone #tagged #about me #i hope robert leaves me alone tonight #fukn furry

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riahpng · 5 years ago

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Finally, we are on the poster designing part of the Collections Project. First, I went back to my original logo designs and reevaluated the look and made a couple changes that I’m really happy with: one is fixing the scribble of “ink behind the text in one of the versions of the logo. The new one feels waay more organic and fitting. The other was changing the name from “Mark Makin” to “Mark Makers”, it feels like it conveys the sense of this being a collection of pens better.After that I started practicing poster compositions utilizing rectangles and squares as related to pen/office-type shapes. The arrangements I’ve been experimenting most are ones with some diagonal movement, I’ve wanted to avoid going for the obvious ��Japanese Flag” arrangement with everything smack dab in the middle. I’m satisfied with poster designs so far but I feel like they are just missing that wow factor so I’m going to keep working on arrangements. I feel like it might be the imagery aspect but I just don’t know how to get the imagery I’m imagining in my head. I’ve been trying to avoid photography for the collection as an obvious choice but maybe I should go back and consider how I can make it look different than just being a “photo of a pen”. As frustrating as this is, I’m enjoying the challenge and trying to gather more design reference to help me breakthrough. I checked out a book on Japanese Graphic Design and have been trying to analyze the design around me. I just need that little spark.

#biweekly post

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eliniei · 5 years ago

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Those Hard Days - Epilogue II - END

Summary: Rae’s brother always made sure she was tough as nails. But when her father flips her world upside down, will she find that there’s a limit on how strong she can be?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con (non-graphic, fade-to-black), child abuse, underage drinking, underage smoking, drug use, violence, major character death

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Chapter 46 - Epilogue II

Four years later, Rae walked into the cemetery where Dally and Johnny had been buried. She tossed her brown hair over the shoulder of her dark t-shirt and felt a cool breeze blow through the strands. Her top and jeans were covered in dried dirt and grass stains, her cheek red with a forming bruise and a line of dried blood running from the corner of her mouth down to the collar of her shirt. The Saint Christopher medal around her neck shone in the late afternoon sunlight. In the crook of one arm, she carried a bunch of brilliant, red roses. She stopped in front of Johnny’s grave, first.

“Hey, Johnnycake,” Rae started. She pulled a few roses from the paper wrapping and set them down by the bottom of his headstone. “Thought I’d bring ya some flowers.” She wiped the top of the stone off, pushing a few dead, shrivelled leaves off. “Looks like Pony’s been keepin’ your place pretty clean, huh? Does he still come a lot? The gang misses you somethin’ fierce, ya know.” She smiled softly, and after a few more words, moved down to her brother.

"Hey, Dally,” she greeted him, sitting down criss-cross in the dirt, facing the stone, a bright smile on her face. “Just got outta a rumble. Shepard territory this time. Even Darry came on out to help. I got roughed up a bit, but ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle.” She set the rest of the roses down.

"I know, I know. You don't like roses but it’s all I could get." She cleaned off the top of the headstone, then ran her fingers down the lettering engraved on it.

Dallas Tucker Winston November 9, 1948-1965 Devoted Brother and Friend

Rae’s eyes clouded over for a moment, her smile drooping, his face that night flashing in her mind. But she snapped herself out of it, remembering what her therapist had said, and replaced that image with one of him smiling.

"I-I have something amazing to tell you, Dally," she confessed, smiling again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement and turned her head to see Curly approaching from where he’d parked his car. She tilted her head back. "Well, more than one thing, I guess.” She huffed a laughed.

“First thing’s first. Remember how I told you that I was takin’ a year after high school to get a job and save up for college?” She paused, reaching for the hair ties at her wrist. Still doin’ the same old shit. “Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Curly, and I are all going to the University of Oklahoma here in a few weeks. Yeah, Two-Bit finally graduated. Amazing, ain’t it? Barb says I was a good influence on him." Rae looked up at the sun for a moment, then back down. “I’m a little sad since Carrie’s stayin’ here in Tulsa so she can be close to Tim, but at least I’ll have the boys. I guess she’s gonna help him with the gang when Curly heads off. She ended up turnin’ real tough, and you’re the one who started it, teachin’ her how to fight.” She felt Curly squat down next to her.

“You tell him yet?”

“Nah, not yet. I was waitin’ for ya.” He smiled and she turned back to her brother’s grave. "So, Dally," she continued, holding out her left hand to the gravestone. There was a silver ring with a small, blue rock sitting on it. "I know you’d prob’ly wanna beat our heads in for this. Curly asked me to marry him and, well, I-I said yes. Tim was sure pissed as hell, ya know?”

“That’s an understatement,” Curly said with a short laugh.

“We ain’t gonna get marrried anytime soon, so ya ain’t gotta worry about that. I ain’t knocked up or anythin’. That’s what Tim thought, anyhow.”

Rae paused, her smile fading.

"Dally, you know how we talked about how I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life? I...I think I decided, okay? I wanna to become a therapist...maybe even a certified, professional psychiatrist.” She laughed under her breath. “I know that’s a big word. A-and I’d have to go to medical school for it. Imagine me, a doctor. My therapist was...very supportive.” Curly draped his arm across her back, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. She looked back at him, her smile turned sad. He nodded and kissed her temple.

“I’ll wait in the car.” She nodded and watched him walk away, then turned back to her brother.

“I think I wanna help kids like us." She looked down at the grass and pulled up a few blades. “Kids who...ain’t got good parents or...lost someone...ya know?” Her lip trembled a little, and she sucked in a breath. "But, I'm scared, Dally. I’m afraid of leavin’ ya here without me. I’m scared of leavin’ the rest of the boys behind. Scared of bein’ someplace...new. Therapist says it’s somethin’ called...uh...separation anxiety." Rae let the blade of grass fall out of her hands. “I shouldn’t be surprised, though, huh?”

"It ain’t ever been the same without ya, ya know. I miss ya Dally. You-you remember those nightmares I had when ya first died? Kinda like Pony’s, huh? When his parents..." Rae sighed. “Well, I had one again the other night. My-my therapist says it’s prob’ly ‘cause I’m nervous to leave. She’s gonna...refer me to someone at the college. She says I made some real good progress over the past few years and hopes I will keep it up.” She sat quietly for a few seconds, but finally stood up, looking towards Curly’s car. He stood with his back to her, leaning against the driver side door.

"Guess I better get goin’. The boys are havin’ a cookout tonight for the fourth. Everyone’s gonna be there.” Her stomach did a nervous flip as she stared down at the headstone.

“Oh, that’s right. Cherry Valance told me to tell you 'hi' for her. She's back in town for the summer. Said she’ll prob’ly come visit soon, too. She’s gonna show us around when we get up to the college.”

She looked back at Curly again. He held up his hand and pointed to his wrist. She huffed a laugh and nodded.

“Alright," she said, turning back one last time. "We’re gonna be late. Do-do me a favor and keep watchin’ over us, okay?" She smiled wide. "I hope I'm makin’ ya proud, big brother. I hope...I hope I’m livin’ life the way ya hoped I would. I love ya, Dally. I’ll...I’ll come visit on my breaks, okay?" She touched the top of his headstone again and started moving back towards the car, letting her hand slide off the smooth, glossy stone.

"Ready?" Curly asked as Rae slid into the passenger seat and closed the door.

"Yeah," she said with a nod. "Let's go."

When they pulled up to the Curtis house, they could smell the grill had been lit already. When they’d made their way to the backyard, Darry was standing in front of it, flipping a burger. He looked up and his face split into a smile. He looked like he’d gone away from the rumble unscathed.

“There ya’ll are,” he called. Soda and Tim turned from their lawn chairs to see who his brother was talking to. Angel and Chrissy were laid out on beach towels, next to them, in nothing but bikinis and sunglasses. A cigarette hung out the corner of Angela’s mouth. She lifted her glasses and peered at them through squinted eyes, then dropped them back on her face and gave them a lazy wave before going back to her own business. Chrissy turned over onto her stomach and waved as well.

“Hey guys!” she called, then laid down flat, trying to get an even tan.

“Took ya long enough,” Darry chided.

“Oh, yeah. We went to the cemetery real quick.”

“Hey guys,” the middle Curtis brother greeted, lifting himself out of the chair. Rae smiled and made her way over. He went over to a large cooler and pulled a couple cans of beer out. He threw one to Curly, and held the other out to her. He inspected her face as she took the drink from his hands. “Looks like someone got you good, huh?” She smiled a sly smile.

“Maybe, but I think he looks way worse.” Soda laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. She popped the can open.

“You’re really somethin’, kid.”

Steve came around from the front of the house, plates and napkins in hand. He set them down on the table the boys had set up outside. Evie came out after him, carrying a bowl of potato salad, followed closely by Cherry, who was carrying a salad, the tongs sticking out. They were smiling, giggling, even.

“Oh yeah, I can totally show ya how I do it,” Evie said to the redhead. They set their bowls down on the table and headed back towards the house to get whatever was left inside. Cherry turned as they walked to wave at her. Rae waved back. Steve came over to them and shook hands with Curly.

“Hey guys,” he said with a grin, his chipped front tooth prominent. He took Curly from her side and the two went to talk about the car they’d driven over in, mumbling to each other. “Yeah. It is-? Okay, that ain’t gonna be a hard fix or anythin’. Let’s have a look...”

Two-Bit, hopped over the back fence, his hand already wrapped around a bottle of his favorite beer. She smiled and went to meet him. He laid his arm across her shoulders as they made their way over to the chairs.

“Mom’s gonna kill you, lookin’ the way you do,” he informed her and took a sip of his drink. “How was the rumble?”

“Pretty fun,” she responded. “Got smacked in the mouth with a pipe, but I got him back.”

“Good girl,” he said with a smirk. “Always been a tough kid.” She shrugged.

“Well, ya know where I get it from.” She tugged at the medal around her neck.

“Yeah, I do.”

A sudden scream had her spinning, looking for the source. Carrie came running from the other side of the house in a bikini top and jean shorts, bare feet running through the grass. She had a neon pink plastic squirt gun in her hand, a bruise spreading across the knuckles from a punch she’d landed across some poor kid’s cheekbone earlier that day. Ponyboy came around after her, a green gun in his hand, squirting water at her.

“Hey, Rae!” she yelled as she passed, then squealed again when the cold water hit her back. Pony ran after her.

“Hey, Rae!” he repeated. She smiled and shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest, watching them go.

Tim got up out of his chair and came up next to them. His eye was starting to turn black.

“Make it out okay, Tim?” Rae asked, leaning forward to see him past Two-Bit.

“Alright,” he confirmed and reached his hand into his back pocket. Her foster brother must have seen what Tim had in his hand, because he jumped out of the way, quickly. Before she could do anything, Rae found herself on the barrel-end of a blue squirt gun with a wet face, the water dripping onto her shirt.

A flash of a memory appeared behind her eyes- but it quickly melted back into reality. Darry was right, she guessed. Time really did help.

She stared at Tim in shock for a moment, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He tossed the gun over to her and pulled an orange one out of his other back pocket, then gave her a slanted grin and took off running in the same direction Carrie had.

Rae shook her head, a wide grin spreading across her face.

“Oh, you’re dead fuckin’ meat, now,” she yelled and chased after him until Darry called them all for dinner.

#Rae Winston #Those hard days #The Outsiders #outsiders #Dallas Winston #dally winston #curly shepard #curly shepard x oc #Two-Bit Mathews

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strawnarrries · 7 years ago

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“Mom and Dad are Making Out in the Hot-Tub Again!”

Summary: Another day in the Horan Household :)

Warning: Mentions sex, some heated kissing, and torso touching, but nothing too graphic!!!

"Bye guys! Have fun. I love you." I told my three kids as they hopped out of the car.

"We love you too." Ashlee replied for all of them as they all walked into the school.

After making sure they all made it in safely, I drove off, heading back home.

***

Finally making it home, I walked in and saw my husband sitting on a stool at the counter, scrolling through his phone as he ate a bowl of cereal.

"Hey handsome." I smiled, setting my keys down.

"Mmm, hey baby." He replied with a mouthful of cereal, looking up from his phone.

"Did you sleep well?" I sat next to him, asking him that because he was still asleep when I left to drop off the kids.

"Yeah, did you?" he asked.

I nodded before he stood up to take his bowl to the sink.

"Do you work today?" I asked him, watching him put it in the sink.

"Yeah, but I don't have to go in until later today." he answered, walking back towards me and wrapping his arms around my waist, "Why? Got somethin' planned?"

"Maybe," I sang-song before smiling and standing on my tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.

Falling back onto my heels when he leaned his head down to kiss me, I ran my hands up and down his bare chest. They traveled down to his belly button, tracing his happy trail all the way to the waistband of his briefs that hung low on his hips. I slipped my fingers in, teasing him by pulling back slightly.

"C'mon, let's go to the bedroom." he breathed out, taking my hand and leading me up to our shared room.

***

I had the day off from work today and I used that time to run some errands and clean the house up a bit. Niall had left for work a few hours ago and it was about time that I had to leave to pick up the kids.

I grabbed my bag and keys, walking out the door and hopped into my car, driving to pick up the kiddos.

Arriving at their school, they all jumped into the car and quickly put on their seatbelts before I began our journey back home.

"How was school?" I asked them.

"Good." Both my oldest and middle child replied.

"Eh." My youngest replied.

"Why was it eh?" I frowned at her through the rearview mirror.

"I dropped my yogurt in lunch." My almost 10 year old grumbled.

"Awh, baby. I'm sorry. You just gotta be more careful next time. Did you get it on your clothes?" I replied.

"Yes!" Her voice raised in frustration.

I looked at her in the rearview mirror again to see if she was wearing one of her new outfits, mentally sighing when I saw she was wearing an old outfit.

"It's okay, baby." I soothed.

***

"Brooklyn, c'mon, we're gonna be late!" I yelled, standing by the door, waiting for my youngest to get down here.

I was about to drop her off at dance practice and if we didn't leave now, we were gonna be late.

"Ashlee, go get your sister and tell her to come on." I ordered my middle child and she groaned, getting up off of the couch and going upstairs to get her younger sister.

Brooklyn ran downstairs in her dance outfit, her dance shoes in her hand as we made our way out to the car.

***

I was working on dinner when I remember I had to pick up Brooklyn from dance class in like 10 minutes.

I didn't wanna leave dinner so I walked over to Niall who was resting on the couch.

"Niall, can you go pick up Brooklyn from dance, please?" I asked my husband.

"Uh, yeah...yeah sure." he mumbled, still focused on his phone.

"Niall!" I yelled at him.

"What babe?" he asked a bit harshly, looking up from his phone.

"Can you please go get Brooklyn from dance?" I repeated.

"Right now?" he asked and I could tell he didn't want to but I had already put dinner on the stove.

"Yes, right now!" I answered back.

"Why do I have t' do it?" he asked me.

"Because I already started dinner."

"What'rya makin'?"

"Niall, seriously? Go pick up Brooke for me." I rolled my eyes at him.

"No, I mean, you could go pick her up and I'll stay home and finish cooking, yeah?" he offered, obviously trying to get out of picking up Brook.

I groaned, making my way into the mudroom and sliding on my shoes before grabbing my keys and getting in my car to pick up our youngest daughter from dance.

***

"Guys! Dinner's ready!" I yelled to my family before they all came to the kitchen.

"Which one's mine?" Cory asked, looking at all the plates with food that I've set out on the kitchen counter.

"That one." I pointed to his plate that I made, "Take Brooke's too, and set it at her seat for me."

He grabbed both his and Brooklyn's plates, before walking into the dining room.

Ashlee grabbed her plate and Niall grabbed his, setting them down at their seats.

"What does everyone want to drink?" I asked my family before they all told me what they wanted.

"Okay, Niall can you come help me?" I asked my husband who had already dug into his food.

"Sure, babe." he mumbled, getting up from his chair and helping me get everyone's drinks and bringing them to them.

Once we were all settled in and eating our food, Niall started a conversation, "So how were days?"

"Good." The two oldest answered.

Brooklyn then told Niall about her yogurt mishap at lunch.

"Awh, baby. I'm sorry." he grinned at her frustration.

We all ate our dinner and had random conversations before we all finished.

"What's for dessert?" Cory asked.

"I don't know. I didn't make anything. We have icecream." I replied.

"Ooh, Mom, make those rice krispy things!" Ashlee mentioned, placing her plate in the sink.

"Okay, baby. Will you bring me the ingredients?" I asked her, picking up Brooklyn's plate which she left on the table before setting it in the sink with the rest of the dirty dishes.

She mumbled a yeah, walking into the pantry before coming out with all the ingredients I need to make them and setting them down next to the stove.

"Thank you, love." I thanked her.

"You're welcome." She walked upstairs to her room and Niall walked into the family room and turned on his show.

I turned back on the stove and began to make the rice krispies. I hummed to myself, occasionally looking up at the tv show Niall was watching from the kitchen. Once I finished making the rice krispie treats, I cut them up and put them in a bowl, closing the lid for safe keeping.

Walking into the family room, I sat down next to my husband and joined him in on watching the tv show.

***

"Hey, let's go get in the hot-tub. All the kids are occupied, Cory's doing something in his room, Ashlee's doing homework, and Brooke's facetiming her friend. Niall, we’re finally free." I grabbed his arm and over exaggerated to him.

He agreed and we made our way upstairs to our master bedroom and began to put on our swimsuits.

Walking outside and making our way to the hot-tub, Niall turned it on and got it ready before we both stepped in.

He sighed, "Oh, we needed this, babe."

"Yeah, we did." I chuckled back.

We had a short conversation before it came to an end.

"C'mere. Come sit by me." he smiled, gesturing with his head for me to scoot over a little.

I smiled back and moved over, sitting next to him before he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"This morning was amazing, Princess." he whispered to me, pressing a kiss just below my ear.

I blushed and pressed my lips to his.

"I love you." I hummed against him.

"I love you too." he mumbled back.

Our lips continued to move in sync and I could hear the door open and our oldest daughter yell, "Mom!"

I ignored her, keeping my lips on my husband's.

"Cory! Mom and dad are making out in the hot-tub again!" She yelled as she walked back into the house causing me and Niall to burst into a fit of giggles.

#niall one shot #one direction one shots

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jezzula · 8 years ago

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Always and Forever: Part One

Summary: Jen comes up with a plan to get out of her dangerous home life, and keep an eye on her big brother in the process.

I’m trying to keep this close to canon time-wise and event-wise. Bear with me for historic inaccuracies :) Also keep reading with an American Southern accent for the Turner fam, and canon accent for Peggy.

Characters: Jennifer Turner (reader, OFC), Anthony and Ethan Turner (older brothers of reader, OFCs), unnamed father (OFC), Agent Peggy Carter

Pairings: None this chapter

TW: Implied past physical abuse (no description except that there’s bruising), implied past and current emotional abuse (minimal description), threat of abuse, swearing, mention of slaughtering farm animals (no graphic details), that’s it I think? Let me know if there’s more!

A/N: Sorry for the slow build up, Bucky is coming soon! Single lines between scene changes. Italics indicate thought blurbs.

Anthony stops arguin' with Pa at some point and the next thing I know, he's pullin' me away from Ethan, layin' me on his chest in my bed.

He's strokin' my hair as he whispers calming words into my ear.

"It'll be ok Jenny. I'll go serve while you and Ethan keep savin' money. I'll send any money I get back to y'all, and then when I come home, we can leave and stay up in New York, just like we planned. It'll just take a bit longer maybe than we thought. But we can git it done."

I feel drained. I know he's just saying these things to try and calm me down. I think he believes them. I ain't nearly as optimistic. I'm scared 'cause with Ethan at school and work all the time, and Anthony gone, it'll just be me and Ma and Pa at home by ourselves.

And that is the worst thing I can imagine at this point.

It's been two days since Anthony told the family that he was leaving. I still can't believe it's real. I refuse to accept this as my fate. I know what will happen to me if Anthony leaves and I'm stuck at home by myself all day. Even the thought of it gives me the shivers.

Our farm is a ways out of town, bout a mile back off the main road. We have some livestock, but our claim to fame are the peach trees. There's a little bench out in the middle of the orchard, where I would do my homework and read in the summers.

It's real peaceful, with a breeze rustlin through the leaves. It sounds like a whisper of better times to come. The wind carries hope and ideas for the future on it. I get some of my best thinkin done out there in the trees.

I go out there today to get away from the noise. Pa and Anthony are fighting again, Ethan is gone, and I just can't stand to listen to it anymore. I come out, seeking asylum from the shitstorm inside.

I've got to get out of here. Ethan will be fine, he can move in with his friend at school. But I have to go.

An idea strikes, quick as lightning. I don't have much time, Anthony is going to town today for more check in procedure. But he said he wasn’t leavin til one. I can make it. I rush back to the house almost trippin' over myself in the process.

I slowly ease open the door on the back porch, tryin' not to be noticed. Pa and Anthony are still goin at it in the livin room.

I can make it upstairs if I go through the kitchen.

I'm halfway up the stairs, trying to drown out the voices when I hear my name. I pause, listening quietly....

".... and that little bitch. What the hell am I 'sposed to do with her? She don't work, she don't do shit but piss me off. Hell, at least if you're here, you can keep her occupied so I don't have to look at her ugly mug mopin around the damn house all day."

I feel like I can hear Anthony's muscles tensing, hands clenching into fists. I can feel his fury rollin out the room in waves. When he speaks, his voice is unnaturally quiet for the situation,

"You will not lay a hand on her when I'm gone. She's gonna write to me every week, and if she misses a week I will desert, swim my ass back here, and beat the everlovin shit out of you until she begs me to stop. I don't even want you talkin to her. And if I find out that any harm came to her, I will put you down like the scum dog you are."

My heart lifts hearin his words. But the threat may not be enough to keep my father at bay. Though if I can get my plan to work, it won't be an issue.

I'm able to get my shoes from my room and get back outside, unnoticed. I run over to Anthony’s truck and scramble into the bed of it, hiding under a tarp. No sooner am I buried under the cover than Anthony comes stompin’ out of the house, cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He starts the truck and we jolt off down the lonely dirt road.

It takes about a half hour to get to town, and Anthony parks the car soon after we arrive. I hear his door slam and I wait a few minutes before poppin’ my head up over the edge of the truck bed. I glance around, makin sure its safe to clamber out onto the ground.

Where in the heck is the Army enlistment tent?

I look around, spying the tell-tale green canvas just a ways down Main Street. I approach cautiously, suddenly feeling very nervous. I can feel the intensity of wartime in the air. People are scared, especially those who remember the last war.

I’ve always been real sensitive to the feelings of other things. I’ve known my daddy was an evil man since I was a little girl. I’ve always sensed just how protective my brothers are over me. And whenever Pa killed a pig or even a chicken, I could almost feel its pain in myself.

That’s why I’m scared now. Because the only way for a girl to get in the Army is to be a nurse. But I can’t do that. I can’t be around that much pain and sufferin’ all the time, I’ll explode. But if I can hold on long enough to just get transferred out of here, it’ll be worth it.

I arrive at the tent, slowly looking around, trying to find the nurses station so I can add my name to the list of recruits.

“Are you lost dear?”

A strange female voice speaks, startling me. I whip around and look at her. She is taller than me, with short rich chocolate brown hair. Her red painted lips tilt up a bit at the ends, making her porcelain face feel warm and inviting. Her deep brown eyes bore into mine, making me feel like she’s reading my thoughts, seeing into my soul.

“Are you alright darling?” She speaks again, shaking me out of my stupor.

“Oh, um, yes ma’am,” I stutter, suddenly feeling very small in front of this impressive looking woman. “I’m just tryin to find the uh, um, the nurses station.”

“Really?” She lifts her eye brows in slight disbelief. “Well I can take you there dear not to worry. My name is Peggy Carter.”

Feedback please? Criticism is dope, just keep it gentle cuz I’m new :)

Again, these are blogs who have asked to be tagged or that I think would like this story. Please let me know if you do or don’t want to be tagged!

Tags: @mar-gega @nikisthetrick @drarryfetish @hellkat2 @thatawkwardtinyperson @captain-ameba @kyaracrazy @kit-kat-coffeeworld @itshiddleskittles @bovaria @caplanbuckybarnes @sebbys-girl @jamesoldier

#jezzula #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #jezzie writes

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