#I was almost crying talking to my mom about this last night it’s SO huge to me

[the-hopeless-haze]

Ok I don’t care if it’s cliched and too on the nose the fact that Kimberly Perry is coming back and doing If I Die Young pt 2 13 years later, like… that’s huge… like The Band Perry was my emo phase before my emo phase and as a child who grew up with this music and listened to this song religiously and very much wanted to die through most of middle school… hearing her sing the words “now I know there’s no such thing as enough time” is monumental to me when I thought 11 years was enough time.

[jeanthebeagle]

Grishaverse/Ketterdam dashboard simulator

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just spilled my drink on a Fierdan's boots and now he's threatening to duel me. Should I call the stadwatch??? I'm lowkey scared.

#guys please help me

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SUBMISSION: Last night I was walking around the barrel and I saw dirtyhands petting a dog. Like I'm not even joking, no gloves and all. And it was one of those crusty white ones.

#submission #omg I hope he washes his hands??? # those dogs are so crusty

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Final results from 672 votes

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Razorgulls stop sending anon hate to op over a poll challenge, level impossible, no glue no borax.

#i hope they get caught for tax fraud

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A drawing my talented daughter made of Sankta Alina. We pray to her each night 🙏🙏🙏

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46.244.29.14

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hello??? Omg. Why would you dox someone just like that??? This is literally putting them in danger. It's just a sweet mother with her child, who posted a drawing. What is wrong with you.

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Op admitted to lying like a year ago about how they don't actually have a kid, but took the post down. It's probably a dime lion trying to troll us like they did in mass when sankta alina died. Also, respectfully, shut up. You posts thirst traps and long drawn out texts on how the king of ravka is "babygirl”. Go get help.

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To the citizen who spread a highly damaging rumor that we were hosting a petting zoo inside the church, please come to talk to us. You are not in danger, but words will be exchanged. Lots of trouble was caused due to careless behavior.

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Womp womp

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Hey guys. Sorry I haven't been able to update my Pekka Rollins x Jan van eck fanfic. I've been searching for my mom for almost a week since she ran away after hearing that you had to get a vaccine for Firepox after the last outbreak. (She believes in praying to the saints.)

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I hate all of you. Why is this website making Kaz Brekker a soft boy when he literally MURDERS PEOPLE. No, he won't cry if you hug him. No he doesn't want to pet your dog. He'll take your eye out.

Stop romanticizing crime, all of you are sick.

(I am TIRED of the dog memes. Brekker is a crime boss. Why would any of you think he'd even care about your dog.)

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Your border collie is nice. But your chihuahua barks too much.

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literally just saw some tall ass guy with a huge gun, a revolver and the brightest outfit l've ever seen, trot past my window??? In broad daylight??? Like oh my god. It felt like looking at a stork who made a wish he was human. His clothes were purple and green. Who wears that. Like, iconic. But still.

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But was he handsome

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He was built like a stork.

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But was he handsome???

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I'm not answering that... who is this.

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Op answer

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Op we all want to know

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OP THIS IS AN URGENT MATTER

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OPPPPP

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[queenimmadolla]

Today at the swimming pool I work at a bunch of dads brought their babies AND OMG IT WAS CUTENESS OVERLOAD! All I could think about was Eddie lathered in sunscreen to the point he looks like a ghost and wearing one of those huge sun hats cuz the last thing he wants is to get sunburned (and he acts like a damn vampire the way he hates the sun) holding pretty baby penny in her adorable little swimsuit while mom sits at the edge of the pool with baby Waynie, kicking her feet in the water and making sure he’s alright while he splashes his little baby fists in the water and laughs at the way the water jumps. And then when they get home, despite his best efforts, Eddie gets a nasty sunburn and reader just spends the rest of the night rubbing aloe on him and kissing his shoulder when he hisses at her touch. I literally love my fictional family so much 🥹🥹

the way i was about to run down the stairs to make some popcorn bc this idea alone had me expecting a fic 😭

Oh my goodness, this made my heart so happy! I love imagining outings for this little family. Now, if we’re talking the community pool, Penny would be so afraid to go into it alone, and while Eddie actually HATES the community pool (bc of the large amounts of people + he burns so damn easily, and he doesn’t tan—he turns pink), he’ll do anything for Penny so he takes her in, yes she is decked out in the cutest swimsuit and pink floaties, and plays with her to keep her amused and keep her from drinking the disgusting pool water bc she keeps doing that. But he is constantly dragging her back over to mama and baby Wayne so he can reapply sunscreen whenever he’s paranoid that it’s washed off. This man almost goes through an entire bottle in a single trip.

And mom and Waynie 🥹 imagine playing with our little baby, letting him slap the water with his chunky little hands, his little squeals and laughs when the water splashes him back and then getting him used to the water! You’d start by getting his hair wet, which he doesn’t mind too much, and then holding your breath with him while you dunk the two of you underwater and when you come up a second later, you’re waiting for his reaction to see if he’ll cry—meaning you’ll have to get him used to it a little more and comfort him—but he just looks a little confused before he starts smiling that gummy smile so you do it again and when you come up this time, after blinking the water from his eyes, he’s laughing that magical baby laugh 😭🩵 our little water baby ♡

Eddie will always end up with a sunburn at the end of the day, no matter what, which is why he HATES going to the community pool. He ends up spread out on the couch, face down while you coddle him with aloe vera and a kiss or seventeen, and try to keep penny from pressing her hand onto her daddy’s skin because she’s just so fascinated with how her palm print shows up on his reddened skin when she does lol

If it’s the pool at their apartment complex, Eddie is full on playing mermaids with Penny

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

What would be the aftermath after the siblings death? Like the funeral or parents reactions 🤔 -angst anon

Warning(s): very short, mentions of death, platonic yandere-ish

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"I don't trust it one bit." Riddle said, sipping his tea. "Floyd hasn't bothered me once today. I think he may be planning something."

"Yeah, he was acting weird during basketball club..." Ace added. "Normally, even when he isn't feeling it, he'll at least pretend to participate, but today, he just sorta sat in the corner doing whatever it was he was doing."

"How odd..." Riddle said.

"Oh, you two talking about the Leeches?" Trey asked. He had been trying to teach Riddle and Ace how to get along (and how to bake) "Well, I was talking with Jade earlier, and... you know their little sibling, (Y/N)? Apparently (Y/N) hanged themselves right in their dorm room last night. I feel bad for those two... I can't even begin to imagine how I'd feel if that happened to me..."

"...yeah, we're getting permission from the Headmage to use the mirror. We're also trying to convince him to let us bring (Y/N) home, he says he reeeeeeeeally doesn't want this getting out to the public... yeah, I'll check on him... yeah, see you soon, mom."

Floyd hung up the phone. Ever since they received the news, his parents have been calling nonstop.

"Hey, Jaaaaaaaade, you're not answering your phone, so mom and dad are asking me to make sure you're doin' ok." Floyd said to his brother. "I know you're not, but y'know... thought I'd still ask."

"Just tell them I feel fine." Jade insisted.

"...you realize this's ignited a huge firestorm back home, yeah?"

"I didn't mean to kill them, Floyd." Jade said, head in his hands. "I didn't want any of this to happen."

"You didn't want any of this to happen? That's bullshit and you know it! If you really didn't want this to happen, you'd've never played that stupid 'joke' on 'em in the first place, Jade!" Floyd threw the phone to his brother. "Now call mom, she's really fuckin' worried about you, 'cause you played the role of (Y/N)'s protective older brother their whole life! She thinks you're devastated by this whole thing! But I know you're not... because I saw you hang them. If you really felt bad about killing them, you wouldn't've tried to fake your innocence."

Jade sighed and dialed the number into his phone. His mother picked up almost immediately.

They had a lengthy conversation about you.

...

It was the first time he heard his mother cry over the death of one of her children. His mother was such an emotionally strong woman... come to think about it, this may have been the first time he's heard her cry ever.

"Apparently, (Y/N) tried to call me that night... I haven't had the heart to listen to the voicemail they left me."

...voicemail?

No. No no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO-!

There's only ONE reason you would've called your parents that night; to let them know what was about to happen to you. That he was going to kill you.

"Jade...? You're very quiet. Is everything alright...?"

"Yes. Everything's fine, mother. I'm just... still processing all of this." Jade said.

Jade threw the phone on the ground the moment the call was over.

He NEEDS to find his mother's phone and delete that voicemail when he gets home.

"Jade, what was that sound?" Floyd asked, entering the room. "WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT WAS MY PHONE!!"

"We have bigger problems than that right now, Floyd!"

"I'm guessing it's just you that has bigger problems right now. Fun reminder: I'm not the one who killed our younger sibling."

"I need to get home and get rid of it."

"...get rid of what? You've killed (Y/N), you've made it seem like suicide, NOBODY thinks it was you! There's no more evidence to get rid of!"

"Apparently, (Y/N) called mother some time before I killed them! And I assume that they told her I was going to kill them!" Jade explained, looking stressed. "Luckily, she says she hasn't had the heart to listen to it, so I'm still in the clear for now. When we get home, I NEED you to distract mother and father so I can delete that voicemail."

...

"Wow. You really don't care, huh?" Floyd had some kind of hurt-looking smile on his face. "Not a hint of guilt."

"WILL YOU HELP ME OR NOT?!"

"Fine! Jeez, you're so annoying sometimes!"

The next day, the twins went home.

Both for different reasons.

Floyd went home to discuss your funeral preparations with his parents...

And Jade went home to destroy the last piece of evidence that tied him to your death.

When Jade found his mother's phone, he listened to the message you left.

You sounded so... scared.

He's always found it kind of funny, hearing the fear in your voice, but now...

Now he couldn't help but feel ever so slightly...

Bad.

After he listened to it, he had his finger over the 'delete' button. Why is he hesitating...? He shouldn't be... there's no reason to be...

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed the button. And then, the message was gone. The evidence was gone. You were gone.

Forever.

And instead of feeling like a weight was taken off his shoulders... strangely enough...

It only felt like more weight was added.

[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Alright so pulling this right out of my ass but spider as a child or a toddler spider knowing him he would ran in a room that's off limits but he stole one of the scientist card running from recom and from quaritch in there base since spider is a 16 year old so he is a little trouble maker when spider is running he ran right beside a scientist grabbing there card running in the lab swaps the card running in locking it spider this poor boy the old theme we all know and somewhat love curiosity killed the cat he sees a bottle of blueish with white in it so he grab it and drink it when he put it down he heard the door open in the lab Finley hearing quaritch cussing up a storm walking inside with Lyle spider immediately hide under a table keeping him unseen until he slowly close his eyes the darkness he falling as he thought no he was turned into a toddler quaritch on the right still cussing without a filter Lyle looking around calling for spider until he felt something touch his leg he looked down to see a toddler he and for some reason I can imagine spider calling Lyle like "papa" because he sees Lyle first he would pick up the little spider and walked to miles telling him how he or how spider find him and spider god bless his tiny little soul he calls miles "Dada" what would they do with a toddler spider what if it can't be fix?

Recoms Raising Spider Headcanons

AHHHHHH 🥰🥰🥰 I love this

A/N: Ok just for plot convince let’s say the effects of the mysterious potion only last 16 days. 1 day=1 year so it takes about 2 weeks for spider to get back to normal. Also we’re just gonna pretend that it reset his hair so no dreads(It still gets long as hell tho)

774 Words

Warnings: fluff, Cussing

@hyperfixatedfandomer @naavispider

Look at his instincts finding his dad’s 😭. It’s like that one episode in spongebob where him and Patrick have the baby clam (Lyle is the mom✨)

Quaritchs emotions are through the roof😭

1.he’s pissed spider ran off in the first place and on top of that causing more problems by turning into a toddler

2.he’s stressed ASF. Demanding everygod damn scientist in that lab to tell him what’s going on and to fix his boy(they were testing the shit that comes from the tulkans)

3.He’s also kinda emotional tho because he didn’t get to see spider grow up into a teenager and now he has that opportunity.

I like to think spider looked ALOT like quaritch when he was little but as he got older started to look like Paz.

TODDLER STAGE(1-3)

The worst stage

None of the recoms sleep during these days

Spiders sleep schedule is so fucked up from living in the lab

He’s one of those nocturnal toddlers

Sleeps all throughout the day and is up all night

He’s a fast little fucker

Quaritch now understands how he got the name spider

He’ll will look away for one minute and all of the sudden spiders on top of a 8ft recom dresser

They obviously don’t have toddler clothes so he’s just wearing the smallest adult shirt they could find and it’s still huge

I can see them gushing over his curls

He definitely got those from paz

Spiders a bad ass toddler, I’m talking getting in stuff he’s not supposed to, biting, hitting, kicking, spitting, running

At one point Lyle says fuck it and makes a child leash

Despite being a literal demon he’s really clingy

Attached to Lyle and quaritch at the hip

Like quaritch had to go a patrol outside so he left spider with the medbay folks, it broke his heart when he shut the door and heard spiders little feet running to the door crying for dada to come back

He almost called the whole mission off

He definitely holds the recoms tails when following the around

EARLY CHILDHOOD STAGE(4-5)

Probably the easiest stage the recoms had to deal with

I mean spider was still a hell spawn but he was more reserved

The recoms were so drained from toddler spider they just shoved a tablet in his face

It worked though

Still really clingy (and quaritch loves it)

Still looks a lot like a mini quaritch

Not as active as they’re used to him being

MID CHILDHOOD STAGE(6-9)

This I were his ADHD Shines

Quaritch has never seen a kid this hyperactive in both his lifetimes

Like they look up and this boy is 50ft in the air using the pipes on the ceiling as monkey bars

Quaritch nearly dies from many heart attacks during this stage

Spiders finally big enough to fit into the exopacks and go with the recoms on patrol

Y’all remember Trazan 2 where Tazan is a kid yea that’s just spider

Lyle also teachs him to shoot (yk with the guns he can lift)

Spider has absolutely no patience

Annoys the hell out of EVERYONE, nobody’s safe

The tablet technique doesn’t work in this stage because his attention span is to small to focus

Quaritch notices he’s starting to look and act like Paz more

Like spiders hair is starting to get darker and his mother’s attitude is starting to show

PRE-TEEN STAGE(10-12)

Speaking of attitude it gets 10x worse in this stage

The second worst stage

This is the stage quaritch has been dreading since the toddler stage

He’s starting to turn into the spider they kno and love

His hair has now reached his shoulders

Z-dog starts putting Viking braids in his hair

He gets really attached to Z-dog in this stage

They’re the bitchy attitude duo

Literally doesn’t want to cooperate with anyone

Him and quaritch are at each other’s throats

Spiders always hungry and eats ungodly amounts of food

I mean he’s a growing boy

His Navi instincts are coming back to him

Like he disappears for like 15 minutes, all the recoms are panicking, and then spider shows up covered in war paint and mud with like 6 fish on his homemade spear

TEEN STAGE (13-16)

Finally

Spiders basically back

When that last day come he barley remembers anything that happened

It’s all like a blur to him

He wakes up pissed on that last day storms into recom meeting “WTF HAPPENED TO MY HAIR!” Cuz yk his dreads are gone

He honestly doesn’t remember most of it but loves listening to the recoms talk about the past 2 weeks

[honeystwiggypeach]

Baby Lucille meets uncle Wayne!

Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Tw:Mentions of Lucille’s birth and hospital stay, Eddie being very much slightly nervous when holding Lucy.

Dad!Eddie master-list!

After your hospital stay, it was time for you Lucille and Eddie to all go home. After what felt like a bazillion papers both you and Eddie had to sign to be discharged you were finally able to leave. And by that k mean watch Eddie struggle to buckle Lucy’s car seat into his van as you sat in a wheelchair with Lucy in your arms.

“You got it babe?” You ask and he huff turning around with a disappointed look on his face before he slowly shakes his head no.

You hold Lucille out for him to take her and he holds her while you stand from the wheelchair and quickly buckle her cases at in before taking her and buckling her in to.

Before you know it your back in your room taking a well deserved nap while Lucille lays in the cradle the two of you had gotten for your room while she was still young. When she got a bit older and could sleep through a full night than the two of you would transfer her into her nursery.

When you wake up from your nap it’s to see Eddie pacing around the room as he bounces the tiny girl in his arms trying his hardest to quiet her little cries.

You smile fondly before sitting up crossing your legs on the bed as you hold your arms out to hold her so Eddie can get a break as well.

As soon as he sees you’re awake and willing to hold her he looks like a huge weights been taken from his shoulders as he gently sets her into your arms.

He moved to sit behind you as he admires both of you, to him Lucille looked just like you but when he voices this you’re not sure what the fuck he’s talking about, she has his pretty round brown eyes, his ringlet curls though hers are very sparse and wispy only a hand full of little fine curls on her head but you can already tell she’ll have hair similar to Eddie’s.

“I just don’t think I know how to hold her right.” Eddie tells you as you lean back into him.

“You are holding her right” you hun a bit as her eyes flutter shut, “she’s a baby, she’s gonna cry Eds she’s probably just tired.” He nods looking down at her as her face scrunches up her tiny eyebrows furrowing slightly before they relax.

You sit up slightly using one of your hands to position Eddie’s arms almost the exact same way yours were when she fell asleep.

You place little Lucille into Eddie’s arms and watch as she snuggles closer to Eddie seeking out his baby heat.

“Why don’t you hum for her or something?” He thinks for a moment before humming that god damned song he played for what felt like the last 100 years, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”

You send him a look that screams, ‘really?’ And he giggles softly.

“I think we should bring her to see our families soon” you tell him pushing her little wisps of hair away from her face.

He nods slightly.

“Wayne’s off of work tomorrow, I figured he could meet her first than my parents.” You offer knowing that Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, lives a hell of a lot closer than your parents did, your parents lived across town while Eddie’s uncle lived down the road.

So the next morning when the two of you woke up you sifted through all the clothes Lucille had and picked out one of the best outfits to get her into after she was fed and changed paired with a cute bib so she wouldn’t ruin the outfit in the first five minutes.

When the two of you got to Eddie’s uncle’s he was already on the porch waiting for the two of you, he wasn’t really used to living alone. For awhile it had just been him and Eddie living in the trailer so now that he lived alone he found himself looking forward to the little visits the two, now three of you would make.

You could see the way he smiled at the sight of Lucille’s car seat when Eddie retrieved it from the back seat of his van.

One the four of you where sat down in the living room Eddie slowly picked up Lucille from her car seat telling his uncle all about his experiences as a dad in the short two weeks he had been one. He gently placed Lucy into Wayne’s arms and he let out a soft little coo.

“She looks a lot like you Eddie” his uncle tells him “but I see some of (y/n) in her to”

You sigh still not seeing yourself in the precious girl, maybe it was the nose? But you were almost certain she had Eddie’s nose, a mystery for another day.

“Her names Lucille” Eddie informs him smiling at the little interaction as Lucy balls her fists letting out little noises.

“Lucy for short.” You add, smiling fondly as Eddie begins to tell him the origin of Lucy’s name.

“All because (y/n) said there were better options than Ozzy!” Eddie rolls his eyes as his uncle laughs.

“Alright we’ll we better go if we ever want to make it to (y/n)’s parents.” Eddie tells his uncle as he gently buckles Lucille into her car seat.

You think that for her first meeting with her great uncle she did fine, both of you know that inevitably she’ll love visiting just like Eddie did when he was younger.

Tags~ @miracleboysel

[tom-whore-dleston]

Until I Found You

Pairing: Xu Shangqi x !Avenger f. reader

Genre: angst + fluff + minimal smut

Warnings: questioning of the multiverse, mentions of death, crying, pillow talk, handjob, initial penetration

Summary: Shangqi questions how different his life would be in another universe, but realizes it’s not worth living in without you.  

Word Count: 1k

Notes: I went through the ‘if the multiverse was real’ trend on tik tok, hence why this is so feelsy 😅🥲 Huge thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for helping me with the angst and fluff aspects and to @geekygee01 for the finishing touches!! I greatly appreciate y’all 💖Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

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Shangqi enjoyed when you showered him with love and attention every now and then, but you noticed that he was more touchy feely than normal. It didn’t change the way you went about your day, nor did it change the way you love him. But you were curious as to what got him in this kind of mood. It got to the point where your signs of affection weren’t enough so after dinner, he dragged you into his room to passionately fuck you. An hour later, your lover spilled his taint inside you, pecking small kisses over your sweaty face.

Shangqi collapsed onto the bed next to you, lungs begging for fresh air as he came down from the blissful high that you brought him to. You giggled next to him, staring at the ceiling as if looking straight into the pearly gates of heaven. Your hands linked together in the middle of the bed, and then your eyes met like a magnet pulled you towards one another. 

“You still with me, Princess?” your super boyfriend asked, dragging his thumb over your hand. 

You smiled, “Yeah, just needed to catch my breath.”

“C’mere Princess, I wanna hold you.” You obligingly rolled over until your naked body was flush against Shangqi’s and he instantly wrapped his arms around you. 

“Someone’s extra cuddly and affectionate today,” you teased, smiling until your cheeks were sore. What Shangqi was about to say next made you regret poking fun at him.

“I’m sorry if I’m too much, baby. I just don’t want you to leave me.” He hid his face into the crook of your neck. Your heart hurt like a bee had stung it and the wound swelled against your chest. 

“Woah, now,” you frowned, worry and melancholy laced in your voice. “I love you and I would never leave you. Why would you ever think that?” Not a peep came from Shangqi as his face stayed buried there. You called out his name, almost like a whisper, causing him to peek his head out. His brown eyes glistened with tears that were aching to fall down his face.

“This is gonna sound silly.” As much as you wanted to retort and disagree with him, you allowed him to speak his mind. “Last night, I had a dream that you died while fighting the Scarlet Witch–well, Wanda–and I obviously didn’t take your death very well, so I joined her in helping her find her sons. And in turn, she promised to help me find a universe where we could be together again. The thing is, Wanda knew all along that there wouldn’t be a universe where you loved me because I followed the footsteps of my father. You only saw me as a killer.” Shangqi paused. Not because he was waiting for a response from you, but because he was fighting the urge to choke on his words. 

“You know something. I was always curious about the multiverse. After my father died, I wondered what my life would be like if both my mother and father were still alive. Maybe I wouldn’t have had to spend my whole childhood learning to become an assassin. Maybe my relationship with my sister wouldn't be so strained. Maybe my mom and dad would have grown old together like they wanted. We could’ve been happy. We could’ve been a real family. But then I realized other things. I would’ve never met Katy. I would’ve never taken the rings. I wouldn’t have met your dad and become an Avenger.” Shangqi’s voice began to crack as a tear finally trickled down his cheek. “Most of all, I would never have met you.” His head burrowed into your neck again, sobbing while squeezing you tenderly against him. Your fingers combed through his hair tossled from your previous activities. You allowed him to cry until he was ready to continue.

“I don’t know how many other universes there are—I’d actually rather not know—-but I don’t ever want to live in a universe without you in it. I can’t live without you, Princess.” His words struck a chord deep inside you. He plucked that chord inside you as his wet tears permeated your collarbone. It didn’t register that you had been crying until a salty tear dripped onto your lip and you struggled to breathe out of your nose. 

“Shangqi, look at me.” Your hand caressed his tear stained cheek, causing him to peer into your loving eyes. His vision was blurry due to his tearful eyes, but he still managed to find your gaze. “It was just a dream. I’m here and I’m safe with you. I didn’t have the privilege of jumping universes with Strange and America, but I doubt that you became your father in every universe. And I refuse to believe that I hated you in every universe.” You pressed your lips to his temple, leaving them there for a few seconds. He grinned slightly behind the sniffles. 

“Your mind is playing games with you and I don’t want you listening to them. I love you, Shangqi, and nothing will ever change that.” While you talked, Shangqi rested his hand over yours on his cheek, drawing circles over your hand with his thumb. He loved how you always knew the right words to say that would make him feel better. After the years of pain he went through, you and your love were exactly what he needed. 

Another tear trailed down your eye as your lips curled into a warm smile. “No matter how many universes there are in the multiverse, I hope every variant of me is lucky enough to be loved by you.”

Shangqi wasted no time in pulling you closer to him so he could kiss you. His lips molded against yours as if they were made to be sculpted together. He traced your bare skin with his taut hands, cherishing your ethereal curves. Without breaking the kiss, you threw your leg over his hips, hoisting yourself up so you can straddle him. Shangqi grinned against your lips at the sudden maneuver. 

“Let me prove to you that I love you and will never leave you.” As you moved down his legs, Shangqi watched you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Grasping his cock, you stroked him until he was pulsing with desire in your hands. His raspy whimpers caused your core to slicken and throb with need. You were eager for him to fill you with his love.

“I love you, Princess. I love you so much.” You gazed into his brown eyes as you sunk on top of him, mouths falling ajar and eyebrows furrowed in the middle. Once you were connected at your groins, your lips crashed against his, drinking each other’s moans while your hips moved against one anothers to a beat that was made for the two of you.

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[souryogurt64]

I’m so tempted to go to the last show but I already went to Saturday’s show and my mom will most likely not let me go because she’ll say that I already went. Might fuck around and ask my dad to get us tickets because I need to see this last show….

I am really sorry to trauma dump on your ask specifically, and this doesn't really seem like it's your situation. But. I've been wanting to tell you guys this happened last month. I didn't really know how because it was so extreme, even for me usually. But I get a lot of kids venting to me about their parents in my inbox. Just in general, but especially a bunch lately regarding Fall Out Boy concert ticket drama. So I guess this is a cautionary tale and advice for any kid following me with emotionally abusive parents who is having a hard time getting to whatever show on this tour, because I think there's got to be at least ten of you following me

Backstory, I'm 24 and got my first "real" job in February. It's like. An actual job that pays well and has health insurance and time off and benefits and stuff. I never thought this was achievable for me. This came very out of nowhere and was a huge shock to everyone.

My parents definitely did not think I was ever capable of doing this. I think they're kind of in a "denial" phase. They had me 100% convinced I was never going to be able to hold a job and I was always going to be dependent on them or homeless or something, IDK. Anyway, I’ve been there for almost 6 months, so I was taking my first vacation-- like my first-ever actual one with PTO-- to visit my friend and see Fall Out Boy.

My parents had offered to let me borrow the car to do this. They had been telling me everything was fine for months leading up to it. Stuff had been going fine between us for awhile. I delivered my mom’s favorite flowers for mother's day because I was on a business trip. Like a week before this I went out for a "really important" dinner with my dad and his boss and his boss' daughter as a "huge favor."

I also needed to be home that week anyway because I had to see my psychiatrist, and also it was my best friend from high school's 21st birthday. And my parents have 2 cars, my dad works from home and my mom works at a school a 5 minute walk from our house and it was July. So it made no logistical sense for me to get a rental. But if they hadn't offered or been okay with me taking the car, I would have said "Ok, no problem."

Anyway, as soon as I got off the Metra, I knew something was weird. They made me drive and my mom was screaming and gasping and saying I was driving "crazy" and "too fast" when I was going 20 below the speed limit. Also that my sunglasses "weren't safe" for driving. But instead of taking them off, I had to wear hers. She did this when I was a kid and I got anything nice like a sleepover or a Girl Scouts trip or something. She was trying to pick a fight that she could progressively escalate, and then tell me I couldn't go because of something I did or said. And sure enough, when I tried saying no to one of her weird power plays, she started saying I had to do it or I wouldn't see Fall Out Boy.

Except I'm not a kid anymore so this was meaningless. Once we got home I tried to disappear but my dad wanted us to "talk it out." It kept escalating because my mom was fake crying and saying she didn't know anything about the concert until the night before and wasn't okay with me taking the car. Which was all a lie. I started to get pretty agitated, because it was gaslighting in a non-post-ironic sense, and she started filming me. This was something she did a lot when I was younger.

I had been trying my best to ignore her. At this point though, I felt this was going to go on for however many hours it took for there to be some kind of insane drama, and my dad was going to enable it.

Again if they hadn't wanted me to take the car, that would've been fine. But by offering to let me take the car and then pulling this, they tricked me into a situation where getting to Fall Out Boy was either going to be a very prolonged and horrible emotional nightmare, or a a very expensive logistical nightmare. It was also about trying to punish me for going and make my special first vacation-slash-Fall-Out-Boy-Extravaganza as miserable and stressful as possible, I think, which definitely worked.

So anyway, she starts filming me saying I'm being hysterical and out of control. I was pretty upset but I was just sitting at the table and kind of crying.

I was holding a glass of water, so I stood up and threw the water at her. At this point I think everything went off the deep end. I don't want to get into all of it, but there was a lot of screaming. Other highlights included my dad grabbing a knife laying on the counter (lol) and me shattering the actual glass. Then things started getting very physical so I kicked my dad in the balls as hard as I could. After that my mom started trying to call the cops so she could try to get them to take me to the psych ward in a cop car again but I said some stuff that scared her into stopping.

So for anyone following me who's younger and has parents with like mental issues or is in an abusive household. There is nothing you can do to prove to your parents they should "let" you go. There is no magic age where you will be "old enough" to leave the house or do things. There is no GPA you can achieve or degree or even job you can get that will make your parents okay with you going places and doing things. There is nothing you can do to earn it. It is never going to happen.

You just need to get out as soon as you can and minimize contact. Better yet, find a way to go to concerts anyway. I had money and access to a car but I was afraid of drama and thought if I just tried hard enough someday they'd let me go. They were never going to. Just go to the concert anyway and ignore whatever drama happens and know it will be over eventually. The fact that you went will matter way more in three years.

My honest advice to any teenage girl whose parents won't let them go to a concert is this: Literally any slightly older boy will take you to a concert if you buy him a ticket. Do not mention anything about your parents not knowing because they will get paranoid. Be safe, only do this with people you know and trust, do not have sex with anyone, and use your best judgement about the kind of people you hang out with. But this is your best bet. Sneak out if you have to.

But as an example, my friend worked at Jimmy John's in high school and college. All her coworkers were guys and some of them were college aged. We'd go to their Dungeons and Dragons sessions. Literally any one of them would've gladly taken a free ticket to see Fall Out Boy, and none of them would've done anything weird. I could've just told my parents I was sleeping over at her house and not said anything. She could've gone too and then I could've actually spent the night at her house. It would've all been fine. I was just too scared of my parents to do anything like that. If it's on a weeknight just sneak out and deal with it or say you're working and don't come home. Make sure you go to school the next day though.

Also I had money and worked a lot but my parents were really obsessive about my bank account. If you're in a situation like that, just ask your job to start giving you checks, open an account at another bank, and start cashing only some of them there. It's hard and scary and a lot of responsibility, but it's easier than you think, and it's worth it. The people at the bank will help you, just don't mention your parents because they'll get paranoid. (The earlier you start doing this the better--I'm 24 and dealing with the bank drama now and it's way worse than if I had thought about this 8 years ago). You deserve to do things like this and you should not feel guilty about it

Just your gut. Do not sleep over or get drunk/high with a guy unless it's someone you really know and trust. If you're going anywhere with someone just actually be friends with them first. Also do not do this with guys that are too much older either, because they're definitely going to be weird. But if you're 17 and give a 19 year old friend-of-a-friend a free ticket to Fall Out Boy, they'll gladly drive you. If you're in college, just be smart, and be safer than you think you need to be. But this advice applies to a lot of like 18-20 year olds too. Good luck haha

[gumbxz]

steve harrington x ex!friend reader

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reader has some resentment from basically being ditched from steve, around the time when they just started freshmen year, which steve is completely oblivious about and has no idea of doing that. which makes him confused and he tries to apologizes to reader abt it haha ,, season 5 concept maybe- reader helps stevie with some problems and tags along with the squad to help kill vecna 😼

genre// angst hurt/comfort(?)

reader is also um….afro latina bc i said so haha (i love morenas ong….)))

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steve harrington. king steve is what most of the high school jerks would call him. practically kissing his ass just because of how much of a cool dude he is for being a total dick. i have to say it but glamorizing big huge dicks like steve sure was the fun of all things

steve harrington and (y/n) (l/n) we’re and unluckily pair. never to be seen before in highschool. because no one knew. even steve the “hair” harrington forgot about it.

middle school was where the two of you were a pair that couldn’t ever be separated. no matter what happened, it was unlike you two to be torn apart. steve would always treat me like a friend. someone that he could talk to and vent about his parents to. i of course listened, because it’s what he would’ve done for me. middle school was where our problems slowly started.

to be fair—i’ve always loved steve. yes. the beautify dark skinned girl from the quiet town set in no-where in indiana. was inlove. with the popular cool rich kid steve harrington. every single girl that would pass by the pair in middle school would always talk badly about them.

“why is steve with her? i bet she smells terrible.”

“she’s so hairy on her arms.”

“i bet she’s only friends with him for his money.”

those were the things kids in hawkins middle school would say about you two. but steve didn’t care, and neither did you. you were too busy focusing on what type of activities you’d both do after school.

my parents loved steve. maybe more then me at some point. steve really preferred coming over your house because of how much your mother would spoil him. telling him to eat nearly the entire dinner when he was so close to throwing up.

steve’s parents however. they didn’t really like me that much. and i’m not surprised. it’s the 80s what more could they expect. brown girls weren’t really common in indiana. you’d be lucky to even be in a neighborhood full of good people.

some nights you’d stay and sleepover at steve’s house. his parents trusted him to that extent. but his father was still concerned about what you might do.

one night. you heard steve’s father whispering about you to steve’s mom. the door to steve’s room was open just a little. a small crack of light entering the dark room. steve had a bunkbed and called dips on the top bunk before you could make a choice. but you didn’t mind, it beats sleeping on the floor like most sleepovers you’ve had.

as you rest, you over hear the conversation his parents share about you.

“steve is going to get himself mixed with those people. he’s already friends with one of them. i bet she’s doing this for money..or..or drugs!” his father said in a hushed tone

“don’t say that now. she’s a good girl. and she treats our stevie so well. why would she do that.”

“i can tell the way she looks around the house. it’s almost like she’s planning something. have you seen the news, honey? those damn colombians and mexicans…”

“that’s enough out of you. she’s a child! and our son has trust in her. so trust the decision our son makes.”

his mother finished and it got quiet for a moment before the light shut off. you could only stay and think about the things they said. it’s nothing you haven’t heard of before. but it was a different pain. it made you overthink, and maybe it was best that this should be your last time sleeping here every again. you’re clearly not welcome. that was the longest you’ve stayed crying in bed.

as soon as you both finished middle school and started your freshmen year. the two of you began to lose touch. of one another.

“steve! where were you? i thought we were gonna go watch superman together.”

steve shut his locker and turned to look at you. he looked like shit. he definitely went to some party and got drunk.

“huh? superman huh. shit- i-i forgot. something came up and my friends wanted to like.. hang out.”

“but. you were the on that planned the whole hang out? ..and you chickened out on your own plan?”

“well i’m sorry. i had better stuff to do.”

“better stuff to do? wow. i see how it is. i bet that better stuff was getting your knob wet.”

you began walking away. unbelievable. was all you could think of. steve grabs your arm and stops you from walking away from the situation.

“hey hey. that’s not what happened. we just- drank is all—no girls.”

“no girls my ass. we’re they pretty at least? i bet they were the perfect things you’ve ever seen, huh.”

“what the hells your problem? look, just because i hang out with different people, doesn’t make it the end of the world, alright? i’m still friends with you.”

“are you really? or are you starting to catch on to the things your “pals” are saying about me.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i see the way you look at me. you look at me with disgust. it’s different now, it’s like you can’t stand being associated with me.”

he shook his head and rested both his hand on his forehead and let out a deep breath.

“and what if thats what it was about? what if they’re right. what if you are just a druggie from out of town trying to get close to me just to take my money?”

everyone was watching all of this unfold, whispering and gossiping about you. you couldn’t believe him. the only real friend you ever had said these things about you. and you trusted him. all your life. for it to only mean nothing.

“you know what. i thought you were different from the racist assholes in this town. clearly i’m wrong. you’re the same as them. and to think.. that you actually cared about me. to think steve would see me the same way he sees any other “normal” girl.”

you stayed strong. trying your best to stay strong and have that small self respect keep you alive. steve had nothing to say. there was nothing to say. and from that day on. the two of you haven’t said a thing. you wouldn’t even bat an eye. even when you’ve reached your junior year. steve looks at you with regret, not knowing what else to say to you when he sees you. you don’t care. at least you pretend you don’t care, but inside you miss that same boy.

you missed that boy that would wait after school to walk you home after getting extra work done in your class. you missed that boy that would stick up for you and take a few punches for you. you missed that boy that would share his lunch with you when you brought nothing. you missed steve harrington.

(present time now ^_^ !)

steve needed your help. you were a genius. of course he needed your help. but you were really doing this for the cute weird kids of hawkins.

“so everything you’ve faced against was in dnd?”

“yeah! kind of..” dustin finished

“well.. why don’t you try to think of what might happen next? didn’t nancy say a big red monster was gonna attack hawkins or something?”

“yeah.” the boys said in unison.

“so why don’t you research on your dnd thing and maybe plan ahead, this game clearly has a relation to all the shit you’ve been facing. it only makes sense. you just need a head start.”

after you finished. everyone seem to have caught on and began scrambling through your entire nerd collection. the only one that couldn’t seem to be looking for clues and relations to this thing was no other then.. steve.

he took this chance to speak to you in private. whispering to you and asking to talk to you in a more.. quiet place.

you shut the door to your room quietly and stand against the hallway wall and glared at him while looks at you with those soft brown eyes.

“so what’s up?”

“look (y/n), i wanna say. thank you. thank you for helping us. even if it isn’t major- it seems to be getting us through it, especially during this time—“

“—no problem. is there anything else you wanna say?”

he took a deep breath and moved a strand of hair from his face aside.

“i did some pretty cruel shit to you in our freshman year. i put gum in your hair. i called you names which were just awful. i was really immature. but after some maturing, i realized how awful i was. and how bad i treated you which you didn’t deserve since everything about you was never true. we’ve been through so much before, and i don’t ever want to put you through that again. and i’m sorry.”

“i appreciate the apology, stevie. just one thing, i don’t forgive you.”

“but i said i was sorry?”

“yeah, and i don’t forgive you. people can change and stuff but, you can’t change the pain that was left there. you don’t understand betrayal and heart break. because that never happened to you, because you had friends. and i didn’t.”

“that’s the thing- i understand you now because i’ve been through the same thing too.”

“no! you don’t understand. you don’t know what it’s like to have loved someone secretly. to only have your heart and soul be stabbed and lied to.”

you realized what you said and quickly stopped talking and looked away, trying to cover your face.

“wait wait wait. you- you love me? all this time?”

“no. i don’t. i shouldn’t. you don’t deserve to be loved by me, what you did to me is unforgivable. and i hate you for it.”

he tries holding you, stoping you from cowering away from him.

“that’s okay if you hate me. i’d hate me too if i that happened to me. but, i’m sorry. i really am. but i’ve struggled trying to find what i wanted. to maybe look to other girls that could fit that piece that i wanted. to realize, you’re all i ever wanted. all i could ever need.”

you were flabbergasted, you really were. you couldn’t help but realize your tears were running over your cheek, and down your chin.

“i always loved playing mommy and daddy when we were kids. it always felt like..like the real feeling. the feeling i’ve always dreamed of having. but it’s stupid. it’s stupid knowing that i couldn’t have that. it was stupid of me for thinking i could ever have a chance with someone, knowing that i was different and not..perfect.”

“(y/n). you being yourself is what’s perfect to me. you opening up to me right now is just- wow. i never thought you’d have it in you. don’t think i’d ever leave you because i- i wanna stay. i’m gonna stay with you.”

“you’re not- you’re not gonna leave me? you don’t think i look different?”

“you look perfect. just as perfect as the day i lost you.”

you were crying. your inner child is resting easy now. being held against steve- your first love, was all you could ask for.

his lips kissed the top of your head, holding you tightly against his chest, the only thing you could hear was his soft breathing and heart beating. everything was perfect. your body fit so well against his.. it’s almost as if. you were made for him, as he was made for you.

it may have been the end of the world maybe but, you’re happy to at least have short moments sharing it with steve harrington. you felt distracted, but it was a good distraction. right now you didn’t have a care in the world of what people might think of you. or what people might think of the two of you.

(edit: changed the song to this bc it just fit hehe..)

[autisticempathydaemon]

I am loving this Redacted match-up idea. So here goes mine! 😃

• The song my brain’s latched onto right now is “Make Me Cry” by Jacob Collier. The vibes are so perfect. It’s so mellow, and his voice is so freaking comforting. Like…smooth, thick hot chocolate or something. If that even makes sense XD

• I…have no idea what my Ennegram type is. But I’ll totally tell you some other things! I’m a Libra, a Hufflepuff, and last time I checked, my Myers-Briggs type is INFJ? But don’t quote me on that. XD

• Alas, I don’t think I’ve got enough of an attention span to sit through a video essay 😅

• I never really had an imaginary friend as a kid, tbh 🤔

• “Flirty Vampire Boyfriend Helps You Sleep” knocks me out almost every time I listen. So, most nights, it’s that video.

• If I had to change my name, I’d probably change it to Grace. (That’s what it would have been if I wasn’t the name my parents *did* decide to give me)

• Man, that’s a hard question! Buuuut I gotta say, every time I think of my favorite Redacted vids, Vincent’s third video (the one where he “loses control” with Lovely) comes to mind. I might be biased though, because Vincent was my introduction to the channel, but it’s such a good one! The drama. 😍 I freaking love it. We’re not gonna talk about Adam, though, because he terrifies me. XD

• Honestly? I don’t get the hype around David. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m not a huge fan of Tsunderes (which is funny to me, because I love Aaron) and that I prefer vampires to werewolves anyway, but I dunno. He’s just not my cup of tea.

• I could quote Avatar: The Last Airbender all day long. Don’t even get me started. XD SECRET, SECRET, SECRET, SECRET TUNNEEEEEEELLLLL!

• I want Elliott as a BFF, please and thank you. 🥺

• I wouldn’t say I ramble about this when I’m tired, but if someone else shares the interest too, I’ll talk about musicals for forever.

• Well..I don’t drive, so I don’t really visit many gas stations. XD But my combo would probably be a bottle of water and a bag of mini M&Ms.

• It’s actually a Spotify playlist that my best friend and I made for one of my OCs. 🥰

• This is embarrassing to admit, but I still watch stuff that’s “for kids” from time to time. Barbie movies, Strawberry Shortcake, Sofia the First, pretty much any “girly” show that’s made for someone way younger than 24? I love it. 😊 (It’s probably a comfort thing, now that I think about it)

• Let’s see… Other fun facts 🤔. I’m the “youngest” of four (by like, five minutes, so I don’t know if that really means anything), and if you couldn’t tell from this ask, I use emojis up the butt, and am a total stickler for proper grammar. 😂

Oh, so I’ve actually thought about this- you know who’d pair wonderfully with someone from a big family? Huxley with his gorgeous, friendly nature and open heart.

He’s just so natural to love and get along with, so easy-going and charming. Our favorite earth elemental would be so mind-boggled by all your siblings but also delighted, just like your family would delight in him and how well-suited the two of you are together-

-and the two of you are so cute together. Huxley has this steady, reliable nature while also being fun and silly and light. I can totally see him genuinely enjoying all the things you do, even the shows for little girls that you’d be initially embarrassed for him to see you watching. No one is immune to the power of Barbie Nutcracker, and Huxley is no exception. He is ready with popcorn, a cozy blanket, and open arms for a movie night.

Song:

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore/ Love you forever, and ever more./ I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

So this works on 3, count ‘em, THREE levels. One! Earth Angel for an earth elemental? I am a fucking genius. Two. I love the fun, dreamy, romantic vibe for Huxley; it strikes me as something he likes because he heard his moms listen to it. Three. I will seize any and all opportunities to plug a musical, and the Back to the Future musical is so FUN.

Runner-Ups:

Guy is an easy-peasy runner up, because I love to pair musical theater babes together. (I was so sure that was his major before we learned it was creative writing.) I also love Ollie for you, because (fuck JK Rowling and all she stands for but) we love to pair a Hufflepuff with a Hufflepuff.

Note: highly recommend the Back to the Future musical which is rumored to make its Broadway debut soon, it’s very true to the vibes of the movie 🌈

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[anotherisodope]

Just found out that we dodged a huge bullet

You ever have a friend who just completely derails your life with their drama every time you run into, talk to or even hear about them?

Got one like that. We’ve been trying to help him for months in a Movie of the Week level family drama situation that has, along with some other stuff, totally eaten my life. And now, things have gone from bad to cartoonishly awful, in one night.

(Now edited for clarity. I shouldn’t write when I’m that pissed off, sorry!)

The Cast

Me: Gold medalist in competitive napping

My man: Has lived with me almost two decades, there’s rings involved, you get the idea

Gonk: A formerly close friend of ours who is making himself less close with every damn day that goes by as he slowly transitions from a cinnamon roll to an ego-burdened military douche. Calling him Gonk because he increasingly, stubbornly, refuses to listen to even basic common sense if it gets in the way of what he wants to do

GFF: Gonk’s friend who has been putting him up until Gonk starts Basic Training in another state

Evil Sister: Gonk’s sister, a raging assclown whom I sometimes call the Wicked Bitch of the East--with good reason

Our friend Gonk is the sort who never, ever, EVER contacts us unless he needs something, and he’s caused all kinds of disruption, but we’ve stayed loyal as hell and supported him. I was even going to move this guy into my house before he torpedoed that plan with a set of Bad Life Decisions. (Long story I’ll cover later).

Bit of backstory. Gonk has a very bad relationship with his sister, who is a far, far bigger asshole than he’s ever dreamed of being. Evil Sister was left the house and their parents’ whole estate after their mom died (so our friend wouldn’t lose his disability benefits), and promised to “look after” Gonk to his mom’s face. Once Mom died, Evil Sister promptly started proceedings for kicking Gonk out, and turned abusive in the meantime.

One thing she’s done is weaponize the police against Gonk every time she gets mad at him, meaning she calls them on him and tries to get him imprisoned over issues he can’t even be arrested for. Argument? Call the cops. He swore while playing video games? Cops. He had a meltdown from her verbal abuse and started yelling and crying? Cops. I’m actually surprised they still come out at this point.

We’ve explained to Gonk, as have the police, that what Evil Sister is doing is a form of abuse, isn’t appropriate use of law enforcement, and wastes police time and resources as well. Gonk’s seen it, he’s felt it, he’s been told multiple times: weaponizing the police so you can hurt someone you’re mad at (especially over petty shit) is really, really wrong.

So Gonk has been staying with another friend, GFF, for a few weeks before he starts Basic Training (a whole other awful story), basically to get away from the Wicked Bitch of the East. It was a huge act of generosity on GFF’s part, and a relief for Gonk, us, and everyone who cares about Gonk. At least...until yesterday.

Last night, everything blew up very suddenly. GFF kicked Gonk out and threatened to harm him if he came back. Why?

Because Gonk decided to call the cops on poor GFF, in GFF’s own home, IN AN ARGUMENT OVER WHO OWNED A FUCKING PACK OF CIGARETTES.

That’s right. Gonk, the guy who had the police inappropriately called on him over small shit multiple times, and is in the best possible position to know how wrong that is...turned around and did it to someone else. Someone he was depending on for shelter.

The cops kicked in the door, GFF’s dog escaped and vanished, and needless to say GFF is absolutely furious. He wants nothing further to do with Gonk and will probably kick his ass, or worse, if that hypocritical dumbass tries to come back. In fact, he’s already threatened to do so.

Gonk has nothing to say for himself. He is back with Evil Sister now, for the moment. I’m just praying he doesn’t show up on our doorstep again, because this has destroyed the last of our trust in him--which thanks to other crap was already badly damaged.

I am SO goddamned glad now that Gonk didn’t end up living with us. I don’t want anyone in my life who calls the cops on innocent people he’s supposed to care about, over petty shit. Of all people, Gonk should know better. But he got big mad and tossed friendship, common sense and decency out the window over an under $20 purchase instead. Nothing GFF did for him mattered to Gonk--not even opening up his home.

That could easily have been us. And I don’t want to give Gonk the chance to make it be us. Before now, I was worried about his safety, but this is the last straw. Now I just want him to leave town for his training and never come back.

[countrymusiclover]

38 - Tough Scars and Scares

Part 39

Country Rancher

The longest chapter I have ever written 😁

Tags @whateverthecostner @rosie-posie08 @kayceduttonn @kcloveswrestling @the-morning-star-falls @kaymudd @hcwthewestwaswcn

Rubbing my daughter's back while she was still puking whatever was in her stomach from last night. The morning sickness for her is a lot worse than what I went through with any of my kids. Holding her hair back I helped her lean back against my chest. “I am going to be so happy when I don’t get sick anymore.”

“Trust me baby this won’t be the hardest part of being pregnant.” I whispered, pushing her hair away from her eyes rising to my feet.

Kayce was downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for her trying to help her out. Tugging Bree up to stand she wraps her arms around me since she was unstable from being so sick this morning. We made our way down the stairs letting her sit down at the kitchen table. “Thanks mom.”

“You’re welcome. Kayce, can we talk on the porch alone please?” I asked my husband, gently grabbing his forearm leading him out onto the back porch shutting the door behind us.

He raised a brow at me, shoving his hands in the brown jacket pockets. “What’s going on, darlin’. You don’t seem like yourself since we got back.”

“I got a phone call a few weeks ago. The night we had that huge thunderstorm and it was from Jamie.” I huffed wrapping my arms tightly around myself beginning to feel a nervous pit grow in my stomach. It had been eating away at me because I knew he knew everything that the rest of Montana didn’t know.

“What did he say, honey?” He asked me to step closer until I walked around my husband leaning against one of the pillars on the porch looking out over the land.

“He is coming after me, Kayc…” I mutter under my breath where he almost couldn’t hear me.

He asked again, moving closer behind my back, placing a hand on my shoulder so I would look him in the eye. “Y/n, what did he call you about exactly? You can tell me anything you know.”

“He’s coming after me, Kayce. He threatened to tell our children the truth about the train station and everything else that we are hiding from the town. Unless I help him impeach your father from office.” Spinning around on my feet I felt some tears falling down my face.

His brown eyes scanned over my body, not used to seeing me crying over something like this. I mean he has seen me cry before but not about something when it came to fighting for this land. I owed almost everything I have to this family and to the land attached to the name. “Hey, hey, easy come here.” He opened his arms where I ran into his chest clutching the fabric of his jacket. “Now you listen to me honey. Jamie is not going to come after you or our children. He knows that family comes first always on this ranch.”

“But he has the closed charge of when the sheriff tried to lock me up on not having a license to carry a firearm when we were made livestock agents in a field.” I drew slightly back away from him shaking my head seeing that he wasn’t getting the seriousness.

Kayce rested his hand on my cheek feeling me lean in while his freehand was on my waist holding me closer to him. “Y/n, we beat that charge and we will handle this like always. We are Duttons and Duttons don’t back down - what are you doing here, brother?”

“What?” Whipping my head around I shivered seeing that Jamie was standing beside his car in the driveway staring up at us, meaning that I didn’t even hear his car pull up at all. “What the hell are you doing here, Jamie!”

He slowly walked up the stairs causing me and Kayce to separate from one another. This is the first time he has come back to the ranch so it was quite strange seeing him here. Thankfully it wouldn’t get more awkward since the kids were off doing their own things. “I was hoping to talk with you, Y/n. You didn’t really give me an answer during our last phone call.”

“That’s because I didn’t give you one.” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest tipping the front of my black cowgirl hat to the adopted Dutton son.

“Is there any chance that we could talk in private?” He asked once more.

“Not a chance in hell.”

Kayce squeezed my forearm leading me a little ways away from his brother whispering under his breath. “Hey easy now. We don’t know why he is here. At least hear what he has to say. Look, I can even be in the room with you if you want.”

“No, it's fine. We can just have our conversation im his office or in your dads old office here.” I responded, turning on my heel stomping up to the lawyer.

He tilted his head in the direction of the helicopter that we had brought back to the ranch since we would have to move the cattle in the fields in the months to come. “Let’s head to my office. I can take the helicopter if you want.”

“That will work. Let’s go then.” I sniped heading towards the chopper glancing over my shoulder back at my husband, sending him a concerned look the entire time.

Kayce silently watched the pair go towards the helicopter and it was strange but also hard to see that this really worried the love of his life. He remembered the last time she was so terrified like this and he hated that he was seeing something like it again.

It was the middle of the night when I woke up in the bedroom Kayce and I shared together. Tugging my sweatshirt that was actually one of Kayce’s I felt a cold breeze entering the kitchen finding that I was hungry or something. Opening the fridge door I grabbed the milk then searched for the jar of cookies. I ended up finding them on a high shelf that I thought I could reach. Raising myself up on my toes trying to reach it but my leg that was injured during the shooting suddenly cramped up and I collapsed on the floor. “Ow…god. Fuck that hurt!”

“Y/n! Are you okay, shit.” Footsteps rushed down the stairs where I held a hand to my head and my other hand was gripping where part of my leg always hurt from the accident. “What the hell happened to you, baby?”

Groaning in pain I laid my head back against the wooden cabinets seeing that the stupid cookie jab was balancing off the edge of the cabinets now where it might fall on my head. “Trying to get one of the cookies from last night but I guess your dad put them up higher than he thought. But this dang leg keeps ruining my life Kayce.”

“Hey, hey, what are you talking about. You can still walk, ride horses and do everything else like you used to.” He brushed hair out of my eyes seeing that I was tearing up.

Sniffing through some tears this wasn’t the first time that this limp kept me from doing things. During my recovery when I was panicked about Bree and everything I fell off my horse and spooked it when my leg cramped and I accidentally kicked the horse in the leg. “Kayce, I have fallen off my horse several times. I still can’t walk up stairs the straight way I have to walk up them sideways. I can’t play tag with Bree and Tate. I mean what if it just keeps getting worse. I…I don’t want to not be able to ranch anymore. This life is something I never knew I wanted until I met you. I don’t want to lose it…because of those assholes shooting me and John on the side of the road.”

“Sssh honey. Come here, come here.” He pulls my head into his chest where I flung my arms around his neck crying lightly. “Your leg isn’t a burden. It makes you stronger do you hear me. I told Tate this recently that you have already beaten the biggest thing in your life. You’re not weak because of that limp, if anything it makes you ten times as stronger than you were before.”:

“Yeah but what if things get worse. I thought I could handle the physical therapy and everything but I’m scared that one day things are going to get worse for us. Where you might leave me and Bree someday because it’s too much work or that I can’t do what I need to keep the place I love.” I sobbed into his shoulder hating that even though he had taken care of the guys who shot me they still managed to have an effect on me.

Kayce lifted my head up cradling my face in his hands wiping away tears with his thumbs. “You aren’t weak, darlin’. You are one of the strongest people I know. You raised Bree all on your own when I bolted with Monica. You didn’t lose that strength, it will be with you always just like I will be.”

“Yeah but come on, Kayc. You have your own crap to deal with. You don’t have time to deal with my problems. I’m not the girl I once was…I won’t always be so strong.” Sniffing through some more tears I gripped his shoulders wanting to pull away staring down at my injured leg.

The youngest Dutton lifted my chin upward, pressing his forehead breathlessly. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, baby. I have my moments that I won't let you see. Yet we can change that. If something is bothering either of us then we tell one another. No matter what, no matter how small, no matter how big, we will be there for each other. Can you agree to that cause I love you too much to see you upset. You are my whole heart and soul.”

“You are my heart and soul too, Kayce.” I breath out feeling him press a long kiss on my forehead. Burying my face underneath his chin he rested it there softly wrapping his arms around my waist just holding me on the kitchen floor.

Jamie held his office door opened for me letting me step inside first before he quickly and quietly shut it behind him. I sat down in the chair in front of his desk watching his movements closely. “So what did you want to talk about?”

“Don’t play this off like you don’t know what phone call I was referring to. Now will you help me or not?” He got straight to the point so I tried to go the other direction.

“John is an amazing governor of the state, Jamie. Sorry you didn’t run but maybe you should have had a stronger champne or better yet actually know your audience. The people in this state don’t care about fancy airports and casinos. They want the land to stay the way it is.”

He leans back in his chair disgruntled. “Yes but this town can’t make some good changes if it stays the same. Surely you can agree that John Dutton has done some questionable things over the years.”

“No. He was doing what he had to so he could protect his family and the ranch legacy. Now for the love of Montana can you just tell why the hell you thought it would be a good idea to come after my children. Huh, I mean you're possibly coming for the place that they will inherit one day. But you want to take that away because you want some big shot job that you might not even get if the people don’t vote for you.” I grumble towards the man in front of me. I was scared coming in here but honestly I only had one charge against me so there was nothing he could do since he was the one to fix the problem in the end.

He rose to his feet with his hand’s hitting the wooden desk making me slightly jump. “I can have your failure to carry a firearm with a liescines charge brought back to the surface. I can tell everyone what really happened to the Malisha you and your husband took out. I can blame so many things on you and take away the whole ranch from your children if you want!”

“But this is still about hurting, John. You can’t hurt him without hurting everyone else he loves. So you know what, I am going to walk out that door because you have nothing against me.” Raising to my feet I turned around not surprised by what he was saying. He had made me so worried but like Kayce said we wouldn’t let him hurt our family. Flinging the door opened I gasped not expecting to see the person standing before me considering Kayce had chosen me in the end. “Monica, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help him convince you to help him…” She stepped inside the office with my shuffling my feet backwards not expecting to ever see her again. “Because in case you didn’t realize, according to legal documents that I was told by Jamie it says that you and Kayce never signed the papers to make you Tate’s legal guardian. Making me to always be his mother. So I can take him away from you.”

Whipping my head around to Jamie I growled in his direction turning my hand into fists. “You’re gonna turn this into a custody battle huh that’s really mature.”

“Watch your tone, Y/n. You aren’t as innocent as you want everyone to believe. My adoptive father has turned everyone on that ranch into something destructive and dangerous. And it won’t be just about Tate, all your children are under the age of being adults.” The former partner of the family stepped towards me.

Monica wrapped her arms around herself looking at the ground for a moment. “That doesn’t have to happen if you just get that dangerous man out of office.”

“You don’t know anything about John. You are so judgmental and find this entire family dangerous but you are dangerous too. After the attack you were trying to make my own daughter afraid of the outside world. You were gonna let Tate live underneath the bed and turn him into an adult with a paranoid disorder or something worse. All because you couldn’t come to realize that yes we all have our issues but all we are trying to do is protect the family ranch.”

She sniffs some tears. “For the sake of our children’s well being, please put someone else in the government. Save them from being evil - urgh.”

Raising my hand I suddenly slapped her across the face not wanting to hear anymore of her crap. She grabbed her burning cheek stumbling backwards. “I am his mother whether you see that or not, Monica. He has your blood but you are going to have to realize that he lives with me and Kayce so he has more than two parents. And I can’t believe you would do something like trust the son of the man who tried to kill us. John Dutton isn’t the problem. I’m out of here.”

Flinging the door opened once more hearing Jamie call out my name. “I’ll make your life a living nightmare, Y/n. You can’t handle this on your own.”

“You’re right Jamie I can’t do this on my own. But you seem to forget something. You are the trailer park and my sister in law is the tornado and there’s a storm coming for you.” I threaten him heading to the helicopter wiping away tears with the pilot flying me back to the ranch knowing that we weren’t done fighting anytime soon.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[sidekick-hero]

15 questions, 15 tags

i was tagged by the lovely @hammity-hammer thank you darling! <33 It was SO interesting to read your answers and getting to know you better. I don't have a piercing yet but I would def get one at your shop, if you ever open one!! <3

Gonna put this under a read more so I don't clutter anyone's dash :)

1. Are you named after anyone? Not really. My mom was watching a lot of American movies when she had been pregnant with me, looking for a name and that one came up in the credits. To be fair, she wanted to give me a different name but my father vetoed that one, so my name is their compromise.

2. When was the last time you cried? Depends a bit on how we define crying. Work has been really hard the last few months and I did not get a lot of sleep and I was really exhausted. So, when 2 weeks ago my boss called me after I worked 8 hours already to tell me she had some issues with a text I wrote and then we talked this through for almost 3h and then I realized I would need to rewrite the whole text that same night I had tears spring to my eyes. In front of my boss (video call). Not my best moment. But real crying? No idea, actually. I don't cry a lot tbh.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, and I also don't want them. Never have. I like my friend's kids and being the cool auntie, but that's it.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? the more tired I am, the more sarcastic I get. I try to tone it down usually because while it can be amusing at times it's also kind of a negative kind of humour and a downer if you use it too much. Also very easy to hurt people with it.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Varies a lot. Their general appearance I guess, like height, figure, hair. It's not like I single out a certain feature. And from there it depends on the context, the person, my mood etc.

6. What's your eye color? Hard to describe. It's green, but not like grass. More a faded kind of green, grey-green but with specks of brown when you get really close.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? there are scary movies with happy endings ;) But yeah, as a kid/teenager I was a sucker for horror movies, I watched them all. Then I moved out and started living alone. Horror movies lost their charm then so now I have to go with happy endings. Life sucks enough as it is, give me some escapism.

8. Any special talents? At parties I always impressed people by being able to fit my whole fist into my mouth lol but I wouldn't say that's a special talent, just a flexible jaw. I'm very good with numbers, and patterns, and logic? I have a very analytical mind. Oh, and I'm a very good runner.

9. Where were you born? A very small town smack in the middle of nowhere in Germany. I played in cow dung as a kid.

10. What are your hobbies? Running, working out, taking long walks and hikes in the woods (yeah I'm one of these outdoorsy people you've been warned about). If getting tattooes counts as a hobby then tattooes lol.

11. Do you have any pets? My beloved dog Bella (the floof, as Jen would say). She's the light of my life. Huge ass snow white dog, cuddly as fuck at home, more of a Cujo outside. She has a very strong distrust of other people. She's bred for protection and takes this very serious.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Outside of PE I never really "played" a sport. I run since I am 17, I train at the gym regularly, I go for really long walks (record is 60km in one go) and I did KravMaga for about 2 years. I want to start MMA but it's expensive as fuck.

13. How tall are you? A very average 5'7'' (170cm)

14. Favorite subject in school? Philosophy, history, politics as well as German and English (those two had been my advanced classes)

15. Dream job? I always wanted to become a profiler. I find serial killers and offenders endlessly fascinating. It speaks to the analytical part of me but also to my love for being active and to work with my body. So yeah, dream job. Sadly, it never worked out. But I love my current job, too :))

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[neuromancer1888]

Icemav fic prompt:

Phew, this work was a lot harder to make than I expected. This picture prompted me to go more serious and I hope that's okay with you. It's a happy ending though.

I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless! Thank you for this amazing prompt.

Sometimes Tom stopped breathing at night. It was the most terrifying thing in the world. Maverick would hear him cough softly, splutter a little, and then go quiet. Those seconds of ‘quiet’ were like a waking nightmare. Mav couldn’t stand them. He’d turn around in bed if Tom was the one holding him and he’d stop breathing too- until he’d hear the other rumble softly and continue breathing again. He had been scared beyond his wits like that plenty of times now. Maverick talked to him about it the other day and in hindsight, he regretted doing so. Tom had always been a proud man and this caused a small dent in his pride again. It had never made him view Ice differently, not a second. It had only made him admire him more. The first time he’d been diagnosed had been a huge scare. Naturally, they had both been frightened the second the doctor had dropped that horrible word; Cancer. It had sounded so final, so permanent. Most people didn’t come out of it well and it was a prospect they both had to keep in mind. The doctor had reassured them that death wasn’t the only possible outcome. . . But it had weighed heavily on both of their minds. That night, Maverick had held Ice tighter than he had ever had before. He didn’t want to overwhelm him, considering there must have been a thousand things on his mind; but his call sign had been as relevant as it had been then. Deep down, Maverick might have even been grateful for how strong and professionally the Iceman had responded to it all. He was practical like that. He had arranged sick days with work the moment he knew the dates for treatments- and they had to start almost immediately- and ensured Maverick was taken care of. That night had been the last night they had made love and it had been gentle and loving. They had talked through most of the night after that, pretending nothing was wrong, but it had hung over them like an ominous cloud. At one point, past three or something, they knew it had to be said out loud at one point.

“You know, you aren’t obliged to do anything,” Tom had rasped softly. Maverick had been close to interrupting, but with a gentle raise of his hand, he had been silenced. “I know it’s not looking good, and you’re still so- young,” he had laughed. There had been no bitterness or malice in that laugh, only love and it had made Pete clench his teeth. No more call signs, or jokes, or snarky remarks. They had both been stripped to the core. “I wouldn’t want you to waste, all of that potential you hold,” Tom had coughed somewhere at that point. Pete remembered holding him until it had faded. “I don’t want to waste a second without you,” he had finally rebutted after a moment of silence, a silence that had hung so heavily on them that it must have been palpable. “If you think I’m going anywhere, you’re wrong. I can’t leave my wingman behind, not ever,” Pete’s vision had gone blurry by then, the tears obscuring his sight. He had wiped them away hastily, but that tender smile on Tom’s face had only made it worse. “Don’t cry. I’m not gone yet,” he had assured him, his hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. He had lost so much weight already and Pete blamed himself for not realizing sooner. “I don’t want you to be sick,” he had said, almost childishly- and Tom had chuckled softly at it, but had lacked the strength. “We’ll get through it. I’m tough as nails,” he had promised. That had made Pete laugh, but it had made him twice as sad. “I’ll be with you. Every step of it. I’ll get you nail hardening polish tomorrow. My mom wore nail polish and it helped keep her nails from breaking. They’ll get brittle,” Pete had taken those soft hands in his and had pressed a kiss on each knuckle until Tom had grown a bit overwhelmed. “I’m in good hands, but I don’t have to be. I want you to listen, alright? Not the kind where it goes in and out the other- really listen,” Tom had reached out for his chin, lifting it up until Pete finally made eye contact with him. That was when Pete had broken, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook his head, not wanting to hear it- but respecting his lover enough to listen to each and every word.

“When I get too sick, or when it becomes too much for you- I want you to leave. I want you to live your life, not be chained to my bedside. You’ve always been destined to be up there, not down here. I want you to fly when they call on you. If you resign, I’m kicking you out of the house,” Pete had laughed at that, but it had been laced with sobs he had been holding in until then. Tom had been relentless in that moment, telling him all the things he didn’t want to hear then, but knew he’d have to at one point. The gravity of their reality had been heavy, but that didn’t mean Pete wouldn’t be optimistic throughout it all. “Don’t you worry about me, I want to be here every single step,” he had reassured him. He continued to reassure him, every single night before they went to sleep. He’d remind him how it wasn’t a problem as he put on gloves and cleaned after Tom had gotten sick or had gone to the restroom. He reassured him again when Tom shaved his hair off right before the worst of his hair loss began. He had taken his cheeks in his hands and told him just how handsome he was, and that if it hadn’t been for his exhaustion, he’d do anything he wanted to. None of it took Pete’s smile away; not the accidents, not the discomfort, not the sleepless nights. He knew they’d get through it all and that no matter what the outcome would be of it, it would be worth every single second.

During one of the worst nights, the one Pete was convinced would be Tom’s last, he had just cleaned the bed and put all the blankets and laundry in a plastic bag when Tom turned to him with a weak cough and asked him; “Why are you still here?” In those eyes, Pete had seen desperation, the same kind of desperation he had seen in his mother’s eyes when she grew sicker. It filled him with fear, and as he stood in the face of that fear, that knowledge that things could end tonight or turn for the worse, he paused and thought to himself. Tom had mistaken that silence for something else and spoke again; “I cause you so much pain,” and that was the first time he had seen the Iceman cry. Pete rushed to the bed, taking his lover into his arms, cytostatics or whatever it was called be damned, and wiped his tears away.

“You listen to me. I have loved you, for many many years now. I loved you then, and I love you now. Even if you don’t make it,” Pete clenched his teeth, but kept his eyes on Tom’s. He wasn’t going to look away, he’d stare the raw reality right in the face- and felt his heart swell. “I’ll always love you Tom. Love isn’t a feeling, it’s a daily decision, one I gladly make no matter what. A decision that says I still do. I still choose you. And nothing will ever change that,” he insisted.

They had held each other that night, the soft whirring of the oxygen machine wasn’t audible to them anymore by now. It had become a constant to them. A month later, they got through the last chemotherapy session. The doctor had finally give them the good news that they could safely start the immunotherapy. Tom was still recovering and every single day was a challenge, but within two months, he was slowly becoming more like himself again, both physically and mentally. That Christmas, Tom had been declared cancer-free and they had celebrated like Gods in the mead halls of Valhalla or whatever it was the doctor had said.

Tonight would be the first time the Iceman would make his appearance again as admiral in function. He had taken his sweet time getting ready, polishing the buttons and every seam or something, Pete assumed. Pete wasn’t able to be there at home when he finished dressing, he had to get his ass over to the festivities first, but Slider had assured him everything would be taken care of the second he got there. He was trembling by the time Tom finally got there- and it was everything and more. He looked immaculate and strong, bigger than life and just like he was when he was young; breathtaking. Pete wasn’t the only one desperately trying to keep his tears in. He could see it in the way Slider’s eyes grew red that he struggled with some of it, too. They saluted him with everything they had, earning themselves a wide, pearly white grin that would never leave their memories. They drank and ate and enjoyed their time until Tom stopped and rose up from his seat, silencing the company he was in.

“Thank you for being here tonight. I’m glad we are able to sit here together again. It’s been too long,” he paused, searching for words- or perhaps deciding on something. Pete wasn’t sure what his lover was going to say- but nothing could have prepared him for what came. “Some of you might have already known, or have had a suspicion. But Captain Pete Mitchell and I have been together for quite a few years now. He’s been my wingman throughout all of these years, and I’d like to thank him for these last few months. You see, without him, I am not sure I would have come out the way I have. When I told him to never leave his wingman behind, he took it seriously- and you all know how he is,” the snickers and cheering made Pete smirk, but his teary-eyes were glued to Tom, and Tom’s to his. “But I’d like to say something to him, that he said to me when we were in the middle of the biggest dogfight of our life;

‘Loving isn’t a feeling, it’s a daily decision. It’s one that says I still do,’.” Tom paused, “Pete, I still choose you, in this life and the next,” he raised his glass, prompting the rest of the guests to do the same.

“I love you,” he whispered as the company cheered. Pete smirked through tears, “I love you too you son of a bitch,” he cried as he got up from his seat to embrace his lover like he had all those years ago.

[godsrejectedmartyr]

last night my uncle hit my cousin. he’s not my bio cousin, and he’s not my uncles bio son. but my family raised my cousin since he was a baby because his mom was single and working several jobs. he lived with us up until maybe a year or two ago when he decided to move back with his mom. he was like a little brother to me, it was sad to not have him around anymore but i was happy for him because he was going back to his mom.

his mom and my uncle got married but my uncle suffered a stroke and never quite was the same. but he was always the type to be kind of aggressive and annoying, he picked a lot on me growing up too and always liked to make me cry. he was weird but never exactly violent, so my family never paid much mine to him.

recently my cousin has been hanging around the wrong people because he’s often left home alone and to his own devices. he got in trouble for being an accomplice to a petty crime with some other middle schoolers that bullied him into submission and is still going through the legal process of it all. his older brothers (who are all grown adults) also have a pretty hefty criminal record and reputation in our town.

last night my cousin was out with his friends and didn’t come home till midnight, his mom was obviously worried out of her mind cuz she didn’t want him to get into more trouble or to just get hurt in general. so when he came home my uncle was mad at him and punched him in the face and broke his nose. my entire family is mad it him, because all the men in our family have been that way. my mom and my aunt both got married to physically abusive husbands, and their dad (my grandpa) was physically abusive too. my uncle saw everything his sisters and their children went through with violent husbands and he still hit a child that isn’t even his.

i’m crying because i never wanted my little cousin to go through the things i went through when i was a kid, to feel that fear and to be hurt like that. i know he’s not doing the best right now but he’s not a bad kid. no matter what i don’t think it’s right to hit a kid like that. my grandma won’t talk to my uncle and my mom told my cousin that if he wanted to he could come back and live with us. i’m scared cuz he might get taken away from his mom. his mom almost lost custody of him so many times, especially because his brothers would get into huge trouble.

his brothers are criminals by law but they also aren’t bad people, they’re loyal men with unconventional morals. but i’m glad they were both there when my uncle hit my cousin. they punched my uncle back and told him to never lay his hands on their little brother again and left the house with him. i’m glad they were there, what i would pay to have someone physically defend little me back then too.

i know i’m mostly projecting here. it’s not about me, it’s about him. but it just hurts cuz i didn’t want him to go through what i did. i thought he would be ok. i never imagined my uncle would do that to him. but i guess no one imagines their family would do such horrible things. but at least my little cousin has the rest of us, because even if my uncle is our family, none of us will ever forgive him for doing such a thing.

my uncle was supposed to be getting baptized this fall. in our denomination you don’t get baptized as a baby, you get baptized when you’re older, it’s like making an oath. but because of this he could lose that opportunity. and i’m glad him and my entire family cares so much about religion because if there’s anything that could ruin him more i’d pay to watch his life and reputation get worse.

[merlieve]

work in progress

ART DECO | Benedict Bridgerton x Reader (almost complete)

reader is super clumsy and benedict is always there to take care of her (he would hold her when she’s about to trip and maybe wipe off something that’s on hand he always thought he sees her only as his little sister. but when he sees her with another man, who is just as considerate with her as he is, he’s afraid that he would lose her forever.

HAPPINESS IS A BUTTERFLY | Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Would it be possible for you to do an Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader where it’s like that scene where he brought a candidate list for a wife and the when it’s time for him to interview the reader, he gets emotional because she did something to him that reminds him of Siena. So instead of interviewing her, he told her everything about Siena, and how sad he was when they both broke up. And the reader consoled him, and she promised to help him get Siena back. They became best friends and the reader become super close with the Bridgertons, and one day she talked with Violet telling her about Siena, hoping she would finally accept her. The reader would also go to Siena’s flat to tell her how much Anthony loves her still. Anthony finally gets Siena again, but when he saw the reader having a great time with another man (like the scene where Kate got into the boat) he becomes jealous, and that’s when he realize that he falls in love with the reader all this time.

TRAINING WHEELS II | Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Dark!Anthony x reader where they’re at a ball and no one has danced with her all night because Anthony threaten any man who did try, so that way he could swoop in last minute and save her from further embarrassment.

GIRL OF MY DREAMS | Anthony Bridgerton X Reader 🚧

How about a request where Anthony is head over heels for the reader because of her motherly nature. First, he sees how she would play with Daphne’s son, and he just feels how great it’s like to be taken care of (like the reader would take care of him when he’s sick and help him with all the family duties) since all this time he took care of his siblings. The Bridgertons (and Simon) sees how in love Anthony is with the reader and they help with the proposal plan.

THE MAN | Eloise Bridgerton X Reader

I’d love some headcanons or a sort of fic of maybe it getting out and back to lady bridgerton that Eloise is in a secret courtship with another women. Eloise and her mom have a rather angsty relationship, her mom is so desperate for her to find love and be happily married, it’d be interesting how she would react to this. Would she accept that Eloise has finally found love, but it’s just not with a man.

BLISS | Jerry Baynard X Reader

Can you do a Jerry x Reader where Jerry is hiding from reader whenever anne brings her to the cuthberts because he has a huge crush on the reader and he doesn't think he's good enough for the reader to be her bf and reader thinking jerry hates them. So reader approached jerry quietly and leads to a confession.

PAPER RINGS | Prince Friedrich X Reader

since you asked for bridgerton requests,, what about prince friedrich x reader who traveled to london to find a man to marry(the bridgertons host her since she was a friend) and she immediately thinks of going for the prince because he would be the smarted decision for her family and she just wants to marry him but he asks so many questions that makes the reader be like wait omg he’s not only a prince but he has a brain for himself and i find him quite funny and he’s genuinely interested in me and they end up in like a garden or something and she confesses that she originally didn’t see him as anything more than his title and he has a moment of ‘..what’ and she says like ‘—BUT i found something better than just a prince i found someone i may want to give my entire self to and share thoughts with’ something like that and he like walks away from her in the garden and back to the ball and she just sits there crying about how she fucked up and then the next time there’s a ball where the queen is present he asks the reader to dance with him and he doesn’t say anything to her just ignoring her and then after the dance he takes her to the queen and profusely confesses his much he loves the woman next to him and says like ‘usually people only see my title,, but she has learned to look past and truly see me’ and like i much rather favor pearls over diamonds

I received all of your requests! But, these are the few I’m working on.