#but it sure wasnt my daddys got a gun

[messymind-okaylife]

The first couple times I heard 'Hayloft', I genuinely thought they were speaking Japanese in the "my daddy's got a gun" part.

I HAVE A DEGREE IN JAPANESE STUDIES.

Granted, I haven't use it in years but still. Something about the way the separate and pronounce the syllables was just very Japanese to me.

Anyways, how's YOUR day going?

[buckybraneslover111]

Trust No One p.8 - B.B.

warnings: dark!bucky, 18+, smut, daddy kink, squirting, gun violence, angst.

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The next day, you woke up later than usual. It was about 3:30 in the afternoon. You turned over in bed and saw Bucky sleeping with his back to you. You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, kissing his back tattoo. He turned over and wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you close to him. You smiled and kissed his chest looking up at him. He had his eyes closed and his curls were covering his face. You reached up and pushed his curls out of his face and he smiled a little. You caressed his cheek smiling, admiring his beauty. He cuddled you more pulling you in closer putting his head in your neck. You giggled as his hands went down you back. You smiled kissing his head, "Are you busy tonight baby?" you said. He shook his head cuddling you more. "Okay because tonight is Larray's birthday party at Desire. Me, him and Nailea are off tonight to celebrate and a bunch of people are coming and I wanted you to come and enjoy life a little." you smiled as he groaned.

"Sure baby I'll go, someone has to make sure you get home safe." he smirked into your neck.

"I wont drink so much tonight." you smiled massaging his head.

"Its fine baby, you can drink as much you want. Its your friends birthday. Have fun." he smiled.

...

You were getting ready for Larray's party. He told you to dress up 'like a whore', because at the time you were all single and wanted to pick up guys but unfortunately now that you were with Bucky, you couldnt dress up like that. He would kill you and any guy that looked at you, but you decided to anyways to make Larray happy. You knew Bucky was going to be mad about it but you didnt care, you wanted to look good tonight for your friends birthday. You sat down on the toilet and put your heels on then stood up fixing your dress. You finished putting your makeup on and doing your hair. You walked out of the bathroom and saw Bucky laying down on the bed. He was wearing a white button up with the buttons open to his mid stomach, exposing his spider tattoo and chest. He had one hand behind his head and the other on his crotch with his eyes closed. You walked over to your vanity and grabbed your rings and put them on. Your back was to him and he opened his eyes and cleared his throat sitting up on his elbows, "Excuse me, what are you wearing?"

You turned your head and looked at him smiling, "What? Whats wrong with my dress?" you turned completely around and put on your bracelets.

His eyes widen as he saw your boobs almost popping out of your dress, "y/n, you are not wearing that dress.".

You frowned, "Why not? Larray wanted us to dress up like sluts tonight, since at the time i wasnt dating anyone and im trying to make his birthday a good one to remember and im also trying to blackout tonight."

He got off the bed and walked over to you, "Fine, you can wear that, but no sex tonight."

You gasped as if it offended you but you didnt care, putting your hand to you chest, "When..." he looked at you confused, "...did i ask?" you chuckled and shook you head patting his shoulder.

He grabbed your wrist squeezing it, "Dont test me little girl, you will regret it."

"And does it look like i care? You dont have to fuck me tonight, ill get plenty of other.." he grabbed your jaw making you look at him.

"Finish that sentence, i fucking dare you." he frowned at you getting close to your face.

You smirked, trying to see how far you could push him, "i can get plenty of other guys to fuck me tonight."

He frowned and let go of your jaw, "Lets go before i punish you and you dont get to go to the party, y9ou fucking brat." he pushed your towards the door lightly as you grabbed your purse walking out of the bedroom shaking your head.

...

A few hours into the party, you were pretty drunk, not too drunk, but just enough to be a little dazed. You were on the dance floor dancing with Larray and Nai. you looked over and saw Bucky sitting at the table looking right at you, watching your every move. You walked back over to him and smirked. He sat up and fixed his pants looking up at you as he leaned on his knees. You pushed him back and straddled his lap, grabbing his cheeks and leaning down kissing him roughly. He kissed you back trying to keep up with your movements. He put his hands on your ass as you pulled away from him biting his bottom lip sucking on it in your mouth then letting it go. He squeezes your ass then looks you in the eyes, "What are you doing kitten?"

You rubbed his exposed chest, "Nothing daddy. I just think you look so fucking hot and i miss you." you pouted at him.

"I've been here the whole time baby. are you having fun?" he rubs your lower back.

"Yes i am!" you giggle as your favorite song comes on. you gasp and get off his lap, "I have to go dance to this." you walk back to where Larray and Nai were dancing as they hand you another shot and you drank it dancing to the music along with them. You started swaying your hips to the music dancing with them. You felt hands grab your waist and you started to grind your ass on them. You didnt turn around because you figured it with Bucky behind you. Larray and Nai both looked at you and tried pulling you away from the person and you frowned at them, "Hey what the fuck?" you turned around and saw some randon guy standing behind you and you giggled, "Oh shit my bad." you turned away and walked away with them.

"Bucky is coming over. Bucky is coming over." Nai said as they let go of your arms. You turn around and was met with his chest as he grabbed your arms looking at you.

"Say goodbye to your friends, we are going home." he whispered in your ear. You shook your head pulling away from him.

"No i wanna stay, i'm having fun Buck." you pouted and looked up at him. He looked down at you frowning, his face a light pink.

"No, say goodbye and lets go, im not playing around y/n." he whispered in your ear.

"Hey buddy she said she wants to stay, just let her stay." the guy said to him as Bucky let go of you and turned around. You grabbed Bucky’s arm and stood in front of him pushing on his chest.

"Okay okay lets go Bucky." you looked up at him as he was still staring at the guy. "James lets go." you pushed him again and he shook his head grabbing your wrist pulling you towards the table and he grabs his jacket and walks out of the club pulling you with him squeezing your wrist. You sighed, "Bucky, you are hurting me. Bucky stop. Bucky stop!!" you stopped in front of his car and he let go your wrist turning around looking at you. You slapped him in his face and shoved him against his car, "Why do you have to be such an asshole?! Im having fun with my friends and you have to ruin it!" he shook his head and turned back towards you smirking. "Wipe that fucking smirk off your face Bucky! Its not funny! You ruined my fucking buzz!" you shoved him again and he grabbed your wrist again squeezing them as he flips you around pushing your back against the car as he gets close to your face.

"Fucking push me again princess, watch what happens. I didnt ruin anything. You did it by grinding against another guy. If you want to act like a slut, i can treat you like a fucking slut. Is that what you want?! Hmm? You want me to treat you like one?" you blushed as he let go of your wrists and slaps your cheek lightly grabbing your jaw facing you towards him. "Huh? You wanna get fucked like a slut?" he pushed his hard on against your stomach, "See what you do to me princess? Shaking your ass to the music, teasing me the whole night." he turned you around so your chest was against the car as he presses his crotch against your ass. He pulled your hair back as you moaned. He slapped your cheek and spit on your face smearing his spit all over your face ruining your makeup. "I wanna fuck you right here in front of everyone, but you would enjoy that to much." he smirked and opened the door to the passenger seat and pushed you in as you go in. he shut the door and walked to the other side getting in the driver seat. He turned on the car and drove away. You squeezed your legs towards as the tension between your legs was getting to much for you. You felt your wetness soak your panties and drip down your legs. You looked over at Bucky as he was clenching and unclenching his jaw forcing on the road.

"Buck...?" you said softly.

"Hmm?" he looked over at you then back at the road, "Whats wrong kitten?"

"C-Can i give you head?" you said quietly pouting.

He smirked and reached down taking his cock out of his pants, "Go ahead. Its not getting you out of your punishment but go right ahead." you leaned over and kitten licked his tip tasting his precum, "Oh no princess come on, you can take it." he grabs your hair and pushes your head down his cock moaning. His tip hitting the back of your throat, "Holy shit." he started moving your head up and down his cock as you gagged on the tip. Your eyes started to tear up and run down your face ruining your mascara. You moaned around his cock sending vibrations through it as he moved your head faster on his cock. He moaned trying to focus on the road as he pulled you off. You coughed a little as salvia was running down your chin and connected from your bottom lip to his tip. You took him back into your mouth bobbing your head fast stroking the rest that couldnt fit in your mouth. He pulled into the driveway of his house and parked the car, grabbing your head with both hands holding you still as he started thrusting his hips up into your mouth. He moaned as you gagged on his tip, "Fuck yes! Fuck! Swallow my fucking cum bitch!" he threw his head back as he stopped his movements cumming in your mouth. You grabbed onto his seat as you swallowed his cum. You pulled off and gasped for air sitting back in your seat. He grabbed your hair and pulled you into a kiss tasting himself on your tongue. "Mmm i fucking love you baby." he put his cock away as he got hard again and got out of the car. You got out and ran to the door opening it up and taking off your heels running up the stairs to his room. "You better be naked on that bed when i get up there." you blushed and ran into his room and threw your shoes to the side and took off your dress, pulling off your panties and you got on the bed getting on your knees sticking your ass in the air as you buried your head in the pillows waiting for him. You heard the door open and him chuckle, "Wow look at you princess." you swayed your hips from side to side whining. You heard his belt come off and you turned around looking at him, "Hey did i say you could look? Get back down." you whined loudly and put your head back down on the pillows, biting your lip waiting for him. You felt the bed dip on the side of you as you felt a hard smack on your ass cheek. You moaned loudly as another came down harder than the first. You gripped the sheets as your legs were soaked in your juices. You gasped loudly then moaned loudly as Bucky leaned in and started licking your clit fast. He spread your legs wider as his nose poked at your entrance. He sucked on your clit swirling his tongue around your clit.

"B-Buck! Ohmygod! Can i cum?!" you moaned loudly as he pulled away from you spitting on your soaked core then licking it up, "Please! Please can i cum?!" he teased your entrance with his tongue shaking his head. You whined loudly pushing your hips back against him as his tongue slid into you. You moaned loudly as he wiggled his tongue in you. He pulled out and went down sucking on your clit again, "Please Bucky!! Im begging you! I wanna cum!" you started to cry out loud tears running down your face. Your legs started to shake as you felt your orgasm coming with full force, "I'm cumming! Bucky! Wait no!" you cried out loudly as he pulled away from you, ruining your orgasm for you. You pushed your hips back towards his face and he smirked sitting up on his knees. He wiped his chin as your juices were dripping from it. Your thighs and core were completely soaked from your wetness. You were breathing heavily from your crying.

"Why are you crying? You deserve every second of this punishment. So take it like a good girl and i will give you your reward okay?" he smirked smacking your ass as you nodded, "I need words kitten."

"Y-Yes da-daddy, ill be good." you nodded.

"Good, now let daddy eat you again, and dont cum until i tell you okay?" he went back down and you felt his breath against your core.

"Okay daddy." you moaned loudly as he started licking your clit again. You gripped the sheets harder as your orgasm started to come at you again but a lot quicker. He slid two fingers into you as you started to pull away from him, getting to overstimulated, your legs shaking, "No! No! I will cum if you do that daddy!" he lips deattach from you and he growls smacking your cheek.

"Hey! Stop fucking pulling away! I dont care!" he pulls you back towards him and sucks on your clit thrusting his fingers against your gspot fast. You screamed loudly in pleasure and pulled away from him again and he pulled away from you completely. He flipped you over so you were laying on your back and he got up right in your face wrapping his hand around your neck, "What the fuck did i say about pulling away from me while im eating you out?! Hmm? Stop fucking doing that! I'm giving you what you want you fucking want you slut and you pull away from me! Stop doing that! You know what?! Since you wanna be a fucking brat! You dont get to cum at all! Is that what you want?!"

You shook your head fast as tears ran down your cheeks, "N-No daddy, please. Ill be good im sorry! Ill be good!" you started to cry, "I just want to cum! Please!" he started to feel bad for you. You were begging him to cum and he wasnt letting you, but on the other hand, you deserved this punishment. You were grinding on another guy at the club and you shouldnt have.

He let go of your throat, "Hey hey do you need me to stop? Just say the word and we can stop baby." he wiped your tears and you shook your head.

"N-No, i want to take my punishment like a good girl." you blushed looking up at him. He smirked, he loved how submissive you were to him.

"Okay baby, you can use that word whenever you want and I will stop okay?" he rubbed your cheek and you nodded, "Okay, im gonna go back and let you finish okay? Just tell me when you are close." you nodded again as he got between your legs spreading them wide. He leaned in and sucked on your clit as you arched your back off the bed moaning loudly.

"Please! Buck! Ohmygod!" you grabbed his hair pulling him in closer moaning louder. He licked your clit faster, your orgasm just around the corner, "I'm gonna cum! Please! Please!" he sucked on your clit hard as you arched your back off the bed more, throwing your head back between the pillows, the grip on his hair tighten as you pulled him closer, your legs tightening around his head as you came all over his tongue, moaning loudly as your legs shook around his head. "Oh my god! Thank you daddy! Thank you!" he pulled away from you and wiped his chin smirking.

"You taste so good baby." he flipped you over again, and pulled your hips up so you were sitting on your knees. He rubbed his tip against your soaked core as your cum and his precum mixed together. You moaned gripping the sheets under you as he slammed his cock into you, grabbing your hips thrusting his hips hard. "Mmmm you are so tight baby fuckkk." he threw his head back thrusting into you harder. You threw your head back moaning loudly pushing your hips back against his. "Mmm thats it baby fuck yourself on my cock!" he reached down and grabbed your hair pulling you back onto his cock making your ass bounce on him. "Mmmm so fucking good baby! So. fucking. Good." he slammed into you harder as his tip hits your gspot. You screamed out loud pushing your hips back more, more tears running down your face.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! Im gonna cum on your cock! Please!" you slammed your hips back against him. The sound of skin slapping and your moans echoing throughout the room. You didnt hear the door open to the room as your eyes were closed as Bucky slammed into you harder. Bucky turned his head looking at the person at the door and smirked. He grabbed your hips tightly holding you still as he thrusted into you as hard as he could, pushing you further into the bed pillows, "Bucky! Buck! Slow down!! Please! Im cumming! Im cumming!" you screamed loudly in pleasure as you squirted all over him and the bed. He pushed into you as deep as he could fit and came in you hard groaning. He pulled out and washed your cum mix with his. He smirked and looked up at the person as the door.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Bucky smirked as you turned over laying on your back then sitting up, looking at him confused, "What?" you looked at the person at the door and blushed hard covering yourself with the sheets, "Were you watching the whole time?"

"No, but i'm not sure why Bucky invited me...?" Liam looked between the both you.

"Oh right i need that gun back that i gave you, i have a better one for you." Bucky puts on his boxers and gets out of bed. you blushed and covered yourself with the sheets. Bucky put his hair in a small ponytail and walked over to his gun safe. Liam followed him and placed the gun on the table. Liam looked over at you and shook his head. you frowned at him, and then smirked. you wanted to get liam mad and you wanted him to know who fucked you better. you made you cum every night.

"Hey baby when you get a second i have to ask you a question." you looked at Bucky’s back.

he nodded and opened the safe. he took out a gold medal Beretta M9 and handed it to Liam, "It's not load, you can ask my buddy down at the gun shop on route 3 that Bucky sent you and you need bullets for that. he will hook you up." he took back the other gun and put it in the safe locking it.

liam nodded and put the gun in his back pocket, "thanks man, i'll see you tomorrow." he walked towards the door as Bucky looked over at you.

"What's up baby?" he smiled at you walking back towards the bed.

"Can we go another round? i'm still feeling horny daddy." you smirked at him.

"Oh yeah?" he got on the bed getting between you legs, "you gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck you right?" he smirked pulling the covers off of you. you looked over at liam who was standing at the door about to close it, he looked up at you frowning. you looked back at Bucky smirking.

"Fuck me daddy." you giggled as Bucky attacked your neck with kisses as liam shut the door walking away.

...

You woke up the next morning and turned around meeting with Bucky’s chest. You cuddled him close kissing his chest, he was still sleeping. You smiled and pulled away from him slowly, his arms falling off your body as you got off the bed grabbing his white button down shirt putting it on and buttoning it up. You walked downstairs to the kitchen and looked in the fridge for food. You heard someone walking into the kitchen. You shut the door to the fridge and looked at Steve and smiled, "Good morning Steve. you want anything to eat? Im making eggs and pan-..." you were cut off by Liam walking in behind him. You gulped as Steve walked pasted you and nodded.

"Yeah i'll take some pancakes y/n." he grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Liam. You turned back to the fridge and took out the food and put it on the counter. You tried to ignore Liam but as Steve walked out, Liam stayed in the kitchen with you. You felt his eyes burning in your back as you started to cook food.

"Does he fuck you like i do?" liam smirked.

You flipped him off and continued to cook.

"Oh come on Lilly, you know no one can make you cum like i can. You know that shirt is see through right? You still have a phat ass." he smirked and came up behind you pushing you against the counter as you felt his hard on against your ass. You pushed him away and slapped him in the face.

"Dont fucking touch me! Get out!" you started to tear up, "Get! The! Fuck! Out!"

"Hey! Hey! What the fuck is going on in here?!" Steve walked in and looked at both of you then notices your tears on your cheeks, "Y/N whats going on? Are you okay?"

You looked at Steve and shook your head, "Please can you tell him to leave? I'm trying to cook." you quickly wiped your cheeks turning back around to cook the pancakes.

"Liam, come on man, Bucky has work for you to do." Steve said as Liam walked out of the kitchen scoffing. Steve walks up to you and taps your shoulder, you jumped a little and turned around sighing, "You okay y/n? You literally look scared."

"Yeah, i'm fine. Just..." you sighed, "I wanna tell you, but you cant tell Bucky. You have to promise me Steve?"

"Of course y/n. Whats going on?" he looked at you concerned. You shut off the stove and sat down on the island chair and looked at him.

"Promise me you wont tell Bucky?" you looked at him

"I wont, i promise."

You nodded, "My name really isnt y/f/n Blanco, its Lilly Blanco. I used to live in Las Vegas, but moved out here because of Liam. He is my ex boyfriend, but he is a psycho. Like he is crazy. He used to stalk in high school and i didnt know and thought he was this cute guy. Then when we started to date, he was acting so weird. Then i found on his laptop pictures of me like in my shower and in my room. He was completely obsessed with me. When i turned 18, me and my dad moved here to L.A., i changed my name, my hair, everything, just to get away from him. And its been almost 2 years since ive seen him. First time i saw him, was at my work and Bucky invited him to the table. I didnt want to tell him because i didnt want to cause a scene. And now that Liam is Bucky’s right hand man, i cant do anything. I cant tell Bucky, he will lose it Steve." you looked at him as he was staring at you.

"Wow, just wow. I mean what are you to do. Youre right, you cant tell Bucky. Not yet at least. Listen, i wont tell him but you need to tell him soon, before something happens."

You nodded as Steve walked out of the kitchen. You sighed and rubbed your head. How are you going to tell Bucky that the guy he just hired, is your psycho ex boyfriend, who threatened to kill both of you. You got up from the chair and turned around and saw Liam standing by the door pointing the gun at you. You gulped and backed up against counter, "L-Liam please." you could see his hand shaking and he was sweating.

"Why did you lie to him?! Hm?! Why did you fucking lie to him Lilly!?" he had tears coming down his face.

"I-I didnt lie to him Liam! I told him the truth! You are fucking crazy!" you started to shake getting scared.

"Liam, what are you doing?!" Steve walks up behind him and Liam turns around and pointed the gun at Steve and he put his hands up, "Woah woah, Liam put the gun down."

"No! She fucking lied to you! None of that is true! We were in love! She loved me before she loved that fucking asshole Bucky!" Liam turned back around looking at you still pointing the gun at Steve, "Tell him Lilly! Tell him you loved me!" you shook your head tears running down your face.

"You wanna know something crazy? That i let you inside of my fucking house, and i give you my fucking guns and you are here pointing a gun at my girlfriend and my best friend! Put down the gun and no one gets hurt, simple." Bucky was standing next to Steve as they were both pointing guns at him, Liam turned and looked at both, he gulped, "So, now you have two choices. One, you can get the fuck out of my house and leave me and Y/N alone, or you can get the fuck out of my house in a body bag. Its up to you, Liam." Liam slowly walked backwards towards you and he grabbed you by the waist and held you in front of him, blocking himself with your body and pointed the gun to your head. He put his arm around your neck to keep you from moving. You gasped and held onto his arm as it was slightly choking you.

"If im leaving, shes coming with me." liam was shaking.

"You see, i cant let you do that. So you either let her go or i kill you." Bucky frowned still pointing the gun at him with Steve.

"No! Fuck you! She loves me! Tell him Lilly, tell him you love me!" he had tears running down his face as you shook your head.

"Yeah, Lilly come on tell him you love him. Go ahead! Tell him!" Bucky said. You started to cry shaking your head.

"N-No! I dont love him!" you cried.

"No, come on Lilly tell him! Tell him you love him." Bucky smirked at you, "You know Lilly told me last night that she was still in love with you! Crazy right?!" you shook you head crying.

"No i dont!" you started shaking crying. Liam looked at you then at Bucky.

"Really? She said that." Liam said shaking.

"Yeah, told me all about you and her. She really loves you Liam. Come on Lilly tell him." he shook his head smirking.

"Fine! Fine! I love you Liam!" you cried.

"Tell him, you hate him. Tell him how much you love me Lilly." liam said pushing the gun at your head."I hate you Bucky! I hate you! I love you Liam! Please!" you started crying hard. Liam let go of you as you moved away from him then heard a shot and your eyes went wide looking down at your white shirt turning red…

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Do yiu want to maybe write a lil smth about big dick daddy and his strength.... pleasd and thank u ❤️🥵

Okay hun just a quick headcannon might not be exactly what you were after but porn is ponr 🤷‍♀️ 😘😘

Warnings: smut, nsfw, size difference, toys, car sex, exhibitionism, daddy kink, filth

You bent forward with the slightest of winces, this probably wasnt the best idea to use this particular toy when you had yoga class.

Today was henry's birthday, you were going to skip class but sadly he had a meeting this morning and had insisted on you coming to class.

You really should of stuck to your guns and stayed home

But it was to late now, you were here in the middle of class, this time at the back becuase you were nervous about anyone seeing it through your leggings.

You had a surprise for your sweet boyfriend, it had taken a few days of prep work but you were on the final stage

You see there was an issue in the bedroom. He was ridiculously endowed... like seriously before meeting him you rolled your eyes at that whole 'i can see it in her guts' porn cliche that men tried to boast about.

Not anymore. Nope, it was definitely a thing.

You were thankfull he was strong enough and could lift you with his arms and make you 'hover' as he drilled you mindful of just how much he fed your needy but small pussy.

You could never take him fully and although he never minded it got to you. You wanted to be good for him, to give him everything. And take everythig!

So you decided to get a set of plugs to help... loosen you a tad, it was more a length issue then a... girth?

You were on your second day of your biggest toy and it was strange streaching and doing yoga with the toy rubbing your tender walls.

It was down right torturous!

You heaved in relief as the teacher wrapped up the class and bolted outside needing to get home and cool off

The beep of a horn called you across the road to where henry was waiting in the car.

You crossed the road quickly opening the door throwing your bag behind the passenger seat and climbed in "Ah~fucking fuck!"

Henry froze and cast you a strange look as you bit your lip and shuddered as your ass met the seat...

That didnt make sense? You hadnt been spanked for a few days

"Babe? You okay? Did you pull something?" He asked slowly concern creasing his brow

"I wish, no no i- lets go, i need to get back and chill... need a fucking shower you cringed, you really did, not just to cool down either.

"Okay if your sure" he said pulling away from the curb.

During the ride home he kept a close eye on you, noting the soft mewls and panting... especially when he let the car over rev a little, trying to help with the battery which had been playing up recently.

"Babe your going red, have some of your drink" henry said half way home nodding to your bag behind the seat.

"Yeah.. okay" you hummed unclipped your seat belt, holding the bottle would give you something to do with your hands, take the temptation of slipping you fingers to your crotch as the car vibrated the plug.

You moved leaning over the center console and cralwed back bending over reaching your bag. Unknowingly presenting the little bulging base of the plug in your pussy

"No fucking way!?" Henry growled doing a double take as he saw the little tell tale bump

Before you could ask what he meant a hugge hand came up landing over your slit in a light spank making you moan

"Oh god~ hen!?" You moaned and tried to reverse back into you sea but henrys hand remained on the end of the plug and wriggled it side to side sending you into a chorus of wanton moans

"Baby girl? You wore a plug to yoga?" He laughed enjpying the way you collapsed over the centre console

He moved repositioning his arm to rest his elbow and fore arm on your back fingers slipping under the leggings and following the creas of your ass to the wet pussing lips wrapped around the plug.

"Hen- daddy! Noo let me up!" Ou protested not likejng being bent over in the car for the world to see it they wished!

"Oh hush, we're almost home! Its nothing you dont deserve your naughty girl!" He teased clasping the plug and slowly began thrusting the toy in and out

"Oh gos! Listen to that~ such a messy girl? All drenched and slippy~" you mewled and began panting unable to stop rocking back.

"D-daddy please! Not in the car!"

"So yours embarrassed being caught with your toy in the car, but not your yoga class?-pfft yoga all those streches must have been fun baby girl~ tell me what was your favourite? Is this a naughty little secret?" He spoke cheerfully amused by the predicament youd got yourself in

"No-no i didnt mean it! Daddy its not like that!"

"No? Then why do you have this in your little pussy babygirl?" He asked genuinely curious

"Its for you daddy! For your birthday! I made'em bigger so you can... all in..." you stuttered as he began fuckingnyou faster. But he stopped at your comment

"You've been getting yourself ready so daddy can fuck you deeper?" He said out loud as he managed to pull the car into the drive thanking god this was an automatic.

Cy-yeah! Please-Ugh daddy!?" You cried as with a quick flick of his hands your leggings were at your knees and the plig was pulled free.

He whistled low when he saw just what your stuffed yourself with... definitely longer then anything else he'd seen you use before.

You moaned as he left you needy on the edge.

He didnt waist time just feeling hos wet and horny you were had him fully erect already.

He ditched the plug on the passenger seat paying no mind to your yells of 'is gonna stain!'

Deft fingers latched onto your hips as he pulled himself free.

"God your such a good girl~ so precious" he purred before hoisting you to straddle him and without hesitation impaling you on him fully.

"F-Fuuuck! Daddy it oh god!" You groaned feeling him press you down onto his thighs tightly grinding hissing through his teeth.

"Fuck! Fuck thats-god your so hot! So tight babygirl~" you whined as your leggings at your knees was stretched across his chest pressing your legs high and spread like a resistance band holding you open to him

"Ah daddy ! Please! Fuck please move!" You cried for him to fuck you despite being on top.

He chuckled heeding you and held your waist tightly before lifting your, bobbing you up and down on him.

He grunted straightening his legs into the foot well and moved you faster, just like he would a fleshlight useing your body as his own toy, only this time you were accepting him entirely.

His head rested on the head rest and he moaned louder widening his thighs reveling in the feel of your ass beuching his balls as he drove deeper.

You panted moaning and wriggling squirming in his grasp as he used you properly for the first time.

You fought him as things got too much, but it was no use, he had clamped his hands on you and was too lost to give any wiggle room. You loved it!

Then finally with a huge growl and roar he tugged your hips to his in bruisong thrusts markingnyou with his fingers as he plundered you in the last few thrusts

Bringingnyou high enough you feared oud hit to roof of the car.

Just as quickly as he'd taken you he finished locking you to his lap pressing as far as he could into your body floddjng your jnsides sendingnyou into your own orgasm

You flexed and kicked your entire body trembling and fighting as he held you still feedinnyour cunt as much as he could.

"Fuck! Fuck that- why has it taken this long to try car sex" you panted slowly coming down from your high.

"I dont know, but fuck if that wasnt the best quicky we ever had"

"Beats the public bathroom" you agreed

"Hands down... soo round two?"

"Inside... i can hear kal barking" you uttere flushing tipping your head hearing the bear belting out the song of his people

"Good shout..." henry chuckled

"Henry... happy birthday" you uttered

"Thank you... it's best present ever... how long you been wearing them?"he said nodding to the plug that had left an embarrassing puddle onnthe leather.

"Only a week" you shrugged leaning over grasping the plug.

"Used to it then?" He quipped staringm off in thought

"Yeah pretty much... why?" You answered anxiously

"I expect this as my very own homecoming treat from now on babygirl... do you understand princess?"

"Yes daddy~ comemon lets go inside i want round two!" You giggled nodding to him excitedly. You don't mind the inconvenience of plugs if it gives you mind blowing sex

"I thought this was my present?" He pouted sweetly at how excited you were for his present

"You gonna say no to round two daddy?" You teased prodding his chest the little sweat patch on the grey tshirt making your mouth water, you couldn't help it you were far too gone.

"of course not! Lets get your cuffs out!" He laughed patting you ass prompting you to climb off of him and crawl back to the passenger seat and redress.

[mystic-faraday]

UTIL Plays Phoenix Wright: Justice for All (Case: Farewell My Turnabout)

Small Note: It took us two weeks to get through this case, so that’s why there wasnt one of these last week.

- *Nickel Samurai Slashes the Moon* “FUCK THE MOON” “Wow, Majora’s Mask looks different” “Fly me to the moon, and let me kick its fucking ass”

-  Pearl VA: Is he a sussy baka? Mr. Larry taught that word to me Larry VA: I sure did Edgeworth VA: You and me are going to have some words later

- “Prosecute Me Daddy~”

- “No one Maya likes stays alive”

- ”Not to judge people by their appearances but bellboy looked two-faced to me “ 

-  “With a last name like De Killer, I’m sure he did De Killing”

- “The show is real popular with High School Students and Secretaries” “Maya is the center of the ven diagram that is this shows demographic”| “Ven MAYAgram”   

- “Hi, my name’s Phoenix Wright and I went to law school to chase a guy” “Hi Phoenix” “Hi, my name is Elle Woods and I did the same” “Hi Elle”

- “Lotta Hart? More like Lotta Hurt”

-  “The finger prints are like the ballistic markings of your hands!” “Yeah! Put a glove on that gun and you’ll never know where that bullet came from”

- “This bastard (Matt Engarde) is just Sans!”

- “ Is she… yknow.. a lawyer?”

- “(Oldbag) was married to von Karma” “WHO HASN’T VON KARMA FUCKED? He’s the court bicycle”  “Manwhore Von Karma”

- (In relation to Phoenix’s relationships with the Fey Family) “The fey kidnapped him, and turned him into a lawyer”

- “When (Edgeworths)’s doing that pose I feel like something’s going to drop into his arms” The whole call: “Yeah, Phoenix”

-  “I’m tired Miles, carry me” “That is what this whole case is about yes”

-  “Mr. Edgeworth said she was in stable condition” Franziska VA: She’s never been stable

- Director Hotti: Exists The Entire Call: FUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT DIE

-  A Solid 2 minutes of the VC loosing our shit over the mental image of Edgeworth just picking up a 6 foot tall bear and leaving. 

- “I love how no one questioned if Corrida hired the assassin himself” “He really said ‘take me out’“ “Like with a Gun or on a date?” “Surprise Me” “This whole case is just a date gone wrong”

- Pearl VA: Sorry I had to go get mac and cheese “I just had the mental image of Pearl Summoning Gregory’s spirit in Engarde’s kitchen and having him make Pearl mac and cheese”

- The entire VC got sad when Phoenix accidentally yelled at Gumshoe

- “You two can kiss and make up” “Couples therapy!” “This session of court is couples therapy”

- Edgeworth VA: Shit gets whack every time Wright is in the courtroom Phoenix VA: you know what, that’s fair.

- “I’m just fucking with you your honor” “Fuckery sustained” 

- Coming to the realization that Phoenix is using the exact same method of deflecting that Manfred used in 1-4

- “Image your dragging yourself away from your captor with the last of your strength, and using your channeling power, which is exhausting you even more, and just as you’re about to pass out the last thing you see is MAX GALATICA’S FACE STARING DOWN AT YOU” “Maya loses her "I survived big top" pin”

- Playing the loz chest sound effect when they opened the bear

-“Did he pickpocket Phoenix” “He did” “Slapped Phoenix’s ass” “Buenos Días Phoenix” “In court?” “You get that ass Mr. Edgeworth Sir”

 - Phoenix, checking his pockets:  Babe did you take my evidence? Edgeworth, wearing phoenix's hoodie: our evidence, babe. We share in a relationship

- Entire VC loosing their shit over the ‘Edgeworth Catch’ Phone animation

- Someone: Goes off on a tangent about Phoenix’s eyes. “Heterochromia is the only hetero Phoenix will ever have or be“

- “We discovered the suicide note is forgery”  “Well isnt that a kick in the balls” 

- “Will the court please refrain from unlocking repressed childhood memories”  “That’s what we do here”

- “This is an inclusive courtroom” “No Gender in this court of law”

- Franziska: OBJECTION Entire VC: Explodes in joy

- The “miracle” never happen.

-Engarde VA: *stops talking mid-sentence due to slow internet* “Oh he died” “Oh De Killer is FAST”

- “Look at these two finally talking about their emotions like adults! Oh Hi miss von Karma”

- “Who gave this website to (De Killer) ?”  “Squarespace!” 

Video Version will be uploaded by @musashi at a later date! 

[annamusewrites]

Family isnt all about blood.

She finally was happy and felt safe, she shouldve known you cant stop running from your past and not have it catch up on you, but she doesnt want to lose her brother or her loved even if it meant she suffered.....she really shouldve expected this after all, she was a Taylor and no one walks away from that family.

It didnt really bother her that her brother never settled down with a partner, he had his reasons and trust issues that Ana knew, as long as he was safe, that's all that would matter for now. Granted, she would love for him to find someone but she wasnt going to force that on him either. They were both there for one another and he had accepted Ransom as well. Truthfully, she couldnt be happier and maybe that was the problem. Her happiness had blinded her to what was to come.

"Dads in town" those words made her drop her fork and look wide eyed at her brother but then she picked up her fork "guess he found out about my new job" her tone was flat, their Dad could go to Hell for all she cared right now. He abandoned them so he didnt exist and she wasnt going to let him play the Daddy role just because he found out his so called daughter now had money.

She felt Marty's eyes on her but she carried on with her meal "if he calls you, dont answer" she looked at him "I'm not that stupid" "i wasnt saying you were, I'm just....protective" his words made her smile, she had two protective men in her life, her brother and the love of her life and she loved them both for it "I know" she reached out for his arm "but that man isnt going to walk into our lives again after everything. He had his chances"

No more was said about that man for a couple of days, she got several missed calls from an unknown number and after checking it wasn't anything to do with her work, Ransom or his family, she blocked and ignored any more. She shouldve known ignoring him wouldnt make him go away.

"I'll be over later, just need a shower....an actual shower " she smirked into the phone "give me half an hour and I'll be there. I love you" she hing up the phone to Ransom as she walked into her house. A shower and a change of clothes was a must, she wanted to get rid of work more than anything right now.

Closing the door, she gasped as a hand went across her mouth and dragged her back, her heels falling off her feet as she tried to stay upright. She felt the coldness of the gun resting on her temple, god she wished she hadnt known that feeling and she tried not to panic but then she saw her brother on his knees, all bloodied up from what looked like beatings.

Was this to do with sleeping with the wrong gal? It couldnt of been, Ransom had made sure he knew to only go after single women and Marty wasnt that stupid anymore. She swallowed against the hand as she tried to take in the dark setting, any detail to use against the people not allowed here. Her eyes begging for any sign that he was alright.

"You always were an ignorant brat" that voice made her blood run cold, how did he find her? As if to confirm who he was a tall man now came into view, taking her in and she knew it was the bastard father that abandoned them for money. The hand slid from her mouth and she spat at her father making him slap her hard and grab her throat. She heard Marty try and struggle to help her but then her father laughed "I see you've finally got your mothers fiesty side in you. Shame it didnt help her or you now"

Before she knew it she was tossed onto the floor, her head hitting the corner of the coffee table making her groan out. "Rich little Princess doesnt share with her family" Ana looked up at him "you're not my family, you walked out on us"

Her father grabbed her by the hair, pulling it with no remorse as he made her kneel infront of her brother "no I kicked your good for nothing brother out, you just followed like a weak little puppy" she chewed her inner cheek refusing to whimper at the pain he was causing her by pulling her hair. She looked at her brother, tears stinging her eye with the pain "you're not even half the man Marty is" again that earned her a toss to the ground and a kick to her back.

Biting back the groan, she exhaled harshly as she heard her brother beg for him to stop hurting her and turn back to him "no" she went to push up on her arms only for them to wobble but she didnt care "let him be the monster he always was"

This time when she was dragged by up to her feet she could feel the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, but as she was pinned back to the wall, she felt the suffocating pressure of a hand tightly over her mouth and nose as she grabbed his arm and dug her nails in his arm as he watched her try not to fight for breath.

"Be a good girl and I'll let you breath" there was only one perfect to ever call her that and it certainly wasnt him. It made her feel sick hearing it from those lips. She felt his other hand grip her throat as tears streamed down her cheeks, her lungs begging for breath but she wasnt gling to fight for it either. Half an hour, she just had to last half an hour and then Ransom would call her and wouldnt get any answer and knew something was wrong but then he would walk straight into this and she couldnt bare the thought of him getting hurt. What was she going to do?

Finally he was allowed to breathe as she fell to her knees gasping her breath. Maybe he saw her not struggling as compliance, right now she could care less. Blinking she tried to focus clearly then she heard her brother scream. Looking up she noticed the knife wound "no" "no" she was grabbed again and pinned to someones body as she growled out but she couldnt move.

"I'm going to fucking kill you" her brother growled out and Ana didnt have any complaints there. She hears her cell ring, fuck, it couldnt of been half an hour already. Her father got her phone and showed her the caller ID, Linda was calling her and as her father tossed her phone out into the hallway, she felt a dreaded feeling that having not been able to reach Ana, Linda would phone Ransom. She was in two minds if that was a good idea or not.

"Havent changed at all, still the low life whore than ever, Martin" her father sounded displeased but when was he happy "your sister achieves alot more than you but still needs teaching on how to act properly. What? You both thought I'd let you walk away, embarrass me and I'd never punish you both for it? Thanks to Ana taking on that job and a very helpful assistant I found exactly where you loved"

Her mind whizzed trying to think who wouldve given out her address, she was going to fire that person....if they ever got out "What do you want?" Her words seemed to echo around the room making all eyes appear on her "what inwant is respect and I'm going to get it from you both one way or another. You're both coming back home, whether it's in a body bag or three back of the car is up to you"

"Go to hell" both her brother and her seemed to say at the same time, she kicked back making the man holding her back off and groan "fucking bitch" he grabbed her by the hair "going to teach you a fucking lesson" he dragged her by her hair up the stairs, each step hitting her body like a punch as she tried to struggle and groaned out. Hearing her brother try and get free and call for her made her suddenly want to panic but she wasnt going to show the bastard dragging her she was now scared.

She heard commotion downstairs and her cell phone ringing, now she did want Ransom to come in and somehow not get hurt. Being rescued wasnt such a bad idea. She whimpered as she was thrown onto her bed, trying to get her mind focused on anything but the pain. As her legs were dragged she reached out ontop of the bedside table remembering she had opened a letter with her mothers old fashioned letter opener and managed to grab it. "Going to make you behave bitch" she rose her hand and plunged the letter opener into the side of her neck "go fuck yourself" blood splattered from his neck as she turned her head away and managed to crawl under and away from him as she panted sat on the floor out of his reach as she watched the man who worked for her father bleed to death. She didnt dare think what he was going to do to her as she desperately tried to control her breathing.

Her phone rang again and maybe she shouldve tried to make a run for it. Maybe by some miracle whoever was ringing, more likely ransom, would hear the struggle as she was captured again but she also knew that would cost her brothers life and she couldnt lose him. Swallowing, she blinked , she had killed a man, but it was in self defence but that thought tried to over take her.

Her hands was shaking, as far as she knew there was this dead guy and her father left. Crawling slowly to the body she yanked the letter opener off his neck, trying not to get too much blood on her. She gripped the letter opener tightly and looked under her bed. Didnt Ransom leave a cell under here and said he would collect it later? God she hoped he hadnt collected it already. She smiled as she felt the cell in her hand as she looked through the contact until she reached Ransoms main cell number, but as she dialed his number, she screamed as she was yanked back. She hadnt seen the other man in the room downstairs, another person with her father. She threw the vocal under the bed enough not to be seen as she kept screaming in hopes if Ransom picked up he could tell she was in danger.but not enough that the man grabbed her would know she had another cell.

Against the stairs left their marks and neither touch of the other man was gentle. She was covered in blood and likely to have bruises now too "the fucking bitch killed Roma" he threw her onto the other chair and tied her up.and gagged her. She struggled under the harsh slap of her father stung her face so much she felt like he had taken her skin off, even if it was impossible. She had to save her brother as he was bleeding, god knows to death but now tied down she was trying to think how. "Guess we're going to play this the hard way then. Bring it in" Ana swallowed, it could be anything knowing him and she couldnt quite see what it was as inwas dragged behind her.

"Marty all will.be forgiven, are you going to come.back.home?" Marty knew what that really meant for them both "fuck you" he moaned through his pain and before Ana could realise what was happening her chair was thrown back into.something ice cold. She realised it was a large tub of ice cold.water behind her as she struggled to not breathe in. There was noise.coming from above the surface but she couldnt make it out as her lungs fought for air then she was sat back up coughing for breath.

"Ana come home" Ana looked through her wet eyes "I'd rather die" again she was fallen back into the ice water. A father who tortured his children was no father at all but what was new for her? She gasped for air as she was pulled back up hearing her brother begging for her tonbe let go and he'll go back if she wasnt hurt anymore. They had broken her brother and she couldnt blame him really "no...no. I wont let you go back there" her throat was grabbed, she needed more air and then she heard someokenwalk up her steps "go check it out"

The other man left as her father looked back at her "if youd rather die then so be it" he whispered against her ear "you're not worth the rescue" with that he pushed her chair back into the water and let go, raising the gun he pressed it against her brother forehead.....

@flamingshieldwrites

[chicagopd2020]

Family Now

Request:Can you do something with yn being pregnant by jay and being kidnapped, when she is found to be injured and going into labor, but at the end of it all is right. with cute ending

Hope you like it this is my first request :)

Jay had been working on a case where this guy had tried to take almost everyone on the team out as a way to get back at Hank for putting his brother in prison for the rest of his life. Hank recieved a note saying "You took my family away from you now I am going to take yours away from you"  Luckily the man hasnt been successful on any of his attempts. Hank had warned them to all be very careful and watch their backs everywhere they went.

All Jay wanted to do was to get home to Y/N just hold her close and just pretend that it was just the two of them, well 3 if you consider their little baby girl in Y/N stomach. Knowing that is what he had to look for eased his nerves just a little bit. Getting out of his truck he couldnt help but to look around and for some reason he had an uneasy feeling in his gut. Yeah it was probably the fact that he was being hunted by a man and they didnt actually know what he looked like.

As he walks up the stairs to their apartment the feeling got so bad that he was in a run to the apartment just so that he could make sure everything was alright. As he got closer to the apartment he seen their door was slightly opened which he knew wasnt right because Y/N always kept the door locked when he wasnt there. So he took out his gun and eased in the door, seeing that their were things strewed around everywhere like there had been a fight broke out. His heart was in his stomach when he seen the blood on the floor. So he did the first thing that came to his mind, he pulled out his phone and called Voight. Luckily he picks up on the first ring

Halstead whats the problem?

Voight, she's gone! It was silent of the phone for what felt like forever but was just a few seconds.

Im on my way, Ill get the rest of the team to head that way as well, you call it in so that we can find this Son of a Bitch.

As Jay hangs up the phone he does exactly as Voight told him to do. Waiting for the team to arrive he just walks around to see if there is anything that was left that would lead them to where he took her.

The team all finally make it to Jay & Y/N apartment,and as the other officers are looking around for fingerprints or anything really. Then one of the officers came walking up to them.

Detective Halstead there was this note left on your kitchen counter and I think that you are going to want to see this. She says while handing him the note. Jay reads the note out loud

The note reads " Hank you took my brother,Ive got your daughter & grandchild. You may want find me before I do something I may regret"

Dammit Hank I know she is your daughter but we are going to have a kid together and if something happens to either of them I will never forgive you!

Hank stood there and let him yell at him because he felt the same way if anything did happen to his daughter and grandaughter he wouldnt be able to live with himself

Y/N POV

This man that kidnapped me he kept saying sorry but said that it was all my dads fault that this was happening. You kept trying to talk to him trying to figure out what you could do to make up for what your dad did but you got nothing from him. The pain in your lower stomach kept coming closer together but you were not due for another couple weeks and in this moment in time is not how you want your babygirl to be born.

Sir,Sir,SIR finally catching his attention. I think that I need to go to the hospital

There is no way in hell that I am taking you to a hospital.

At that very moment your water broke and water went everywhere.

My water just broke and its either you take me to hospital or my baby will be born right here.

Well then it looks like you will be bringing a life into this world in warehouse. Ill be back in a little while.

He must have been so caught up in taking me that he didnt check me to see if I still had my phone and thank god I keep it on silent most of the time because when I finally got to it I had so many missed calls from Jay and my dad. All you wanted to do was cry cause you know Jay is so worried and there isnt anything he can do to help, but right now wasnt the time to cry in between the pain you sent a text to Jay letting him know everything you seen around you thinking that maybe it would help then find out where you are.

Jay POV

Sitting at my desk doing everything that I possibly can to figure out where she is. Where he took her? We have been going non-stop to figure something out. He finally just slammed his hands on his desk and walked to the locker room looking at the pictures that he had in his locker of the love of his life and his soon to be born baby girl

He just lets his head fall in his hands and all he can do it just cry, lets the tears that he has been holding in since noticing that Y/N was taken fall. He hears his phone go off and as he pulls the phone out thinking that it is just another lead that will get them no where, he sees that it is her name and he jumps up. As he reads everything that the message says he runs back into the bullpin and yells for Voight, thinking that maybe he could make some sense out of it. As Hank is reading the message it clicks

I dont think she knows where she is but she is just telling us what she sees or hears, so that we can figure out where she is. She says that she heard a train at least a couple times within a few hours, she knows that its an old warehouse. Windows lined all around the building and out one of the windows she sees the numbers 5142

As he was saying everything Kim was typing it into the computer to see if she could up with anything. Y/N has always been like a little sister to her so she was just as worried as everyone else on the team. Once she typed in the numbers in popped up exactly what they had all been hoping for..

I FOUND SOMETHING!!!! She yells

Everyone makes their way over to her......There is an old abandoned warehouse at 5142 West St and it hasnt been in business for over 15 years

Suit up lets go..Hanks says as he practically in a jog so that he can get his little girl back.

Y/N POV

The pain is just getting worse by the minute but I know that I can hold off because I know by now that they are on their way to get me. If they are not then I dont see me or my little girl making it out of the warehouse alive. She just trys to continue breathing through the pain hoping that your little girl will be stubborn like her daddy and just saying where she is safe right now.

He finally returns, this time he has a woman with him, she comes over and she trys to check you out and see what shape you are in.

Dont you dare touch me! You all but yell

I have to see how you and your baby are

No you dont. I would rather have my baby on my own then with someone helping me that is helping the man that kidnapped me

I am not working with him, he came on the street and I think that I was the first nurse that he seen and told me that his girlfriend was in labor

Well I am in no way his girlfriend, I am his hostage and he is refusing to take me to the hospital. As she finishes that sentence the nurse turns and sees the gun pointed at her head

You help deliver her baby  and then I have no more use for you. Just cant have her dying just yet....

As he finishes that sentence the door is busted in and Chicago PD is surrounding him. He gets down next to you and points the gun at your head

You come any closer and I will kill her

Dad help me....

I am...You wanted me from the start let my littl girl go and get to a hospital and take me, do whatever you have to but just let her go. Once he finishes the sentence Adam tackles the man to the ground and in a flash Jay is by your side

Y/N I am so sorry that this happened

Hey it isnt your fault, but I think that we are going to become parents a few weeks sooner than we expected.

The nurse finally speaks, We need an gurney in here we have to get her to the hospital. She helps them get you in the ambulance, She gives them all the information that they need and then the ambulance is off to Med. As you arrive everyone is there waiting, you already have a room waiting and everything. After what seems like hours of labor you finally delivered a beautiful blue eyed baby girl. 7lbs 12oz 17in long

After a few hours of resting you ask Jay to get a wheelchair so that you could take her out to meet everyone. As he helped you to the wheelchair he placed the pillow on your stomach before picking up yalls little girl kissing her on the nose before handing her to you. Little moments like that make you falls in love with that man more and more..

As you make your way down the hall the first two people that you see are your dad and Jay's brother Will. They see you making your way down the hall and have huge grins on their faces and rush to their feet.

Hey everyone

How are you doing? Hank ask

feel a little rough but this little one right here makes it all worth it.

What do I have the pleasure of calling my little niece here?

You look up at Jay and you both share a smile

Everyone we would like to introduce you to Camille Justine Halstead. After my beautiful mother and brother who both were taken way too soon.. As you make eye contact with your dad for the first in a very very long time you seen your dad crying. He walks over and kisses you on the head..

That name is perfect.

Well then I guess you better thank Jay because it was his idea

He turns to Jay and pulls him into a hug and whispers thank you. They pull back from the hug and Jay looks him dead in the eye and says We are family now

[brinesystem]

lol

glad were retriggered and retraumatized lets have somef un here i guess

should we talk about kik and the grooming?

or the OTHER time that happend?

how about the OTHER TIME?

oh or daddy dearest destroying our room? that was fun

totally didnt mind at all that he broke one of the only surviving items from our great great grandmother

oh wait he did that wtwice lulz

oh or the time he told us to punch him?

how about sneaking aroundh imo r being yelled at for eating?

or beingt old hed lock the fridge up?

getting threatened that we couldg get kicked out at nany moment?

oh or the time he almost DID doth at and we had to have an emergency plan of “if i dont text you come to this address”

oh or the ffact thath e threw our dogs againts the bricks?

almost drowned us and then we got in trouble for it?

oh what about him not ‘remembering’ any of it

oh and of COURSE we forgive him mom thanks for asking :) :) :)

glad its a question and not just you know, a nicely worded command

cause youk now

not a dog

oH WAIT LULZ

might as well be right :)

oh or the time we had to save our sister from drowning

while UNDER A LIFEGUARD AND ACROSS FROM ANOTHER ONE

thats fun right

not trauma ata ll?

oh and shcool thats fun

gun fight? first day? SURE WHY NOT

threatened and fearing our life? obviously its cause youre acting weird stop doing that and they wont lulzzzzzzzz

thanks teach for being a racist piece of shit

also nice used condom on your deskr eally classy

oh lets also just stea  my shit thanks teacher AND SCHOOL COUNSELLOR FRIENS

thanks for warning and helping us withou r classes by the way real glad we got tahtiwarning in time oh wait

oh thanksmomsure dont have trauma responses thatd be dumblolz

youre totally fine too dont worry TOTALLY doing great and absolutely true that all therapists thik youre doing perfect and dont need help

totally tre and we’re the proof huh??? :) :) :)

thanks for sayingi  dont even look human btw real nice when im saying i dont look white

v classy love that totally dealing good with your own trauma though thnx

OH or how about running a suicide prevention blog at 13, 14,15, 16, 17 because we were too afraid to stop doing it :)

that was fun right

totally fun to think your friend died

thanks teach btw for yelling at us about our phone while trying to watch for a suicidal friend

really made me care about you

alsothe  time i lost part of the bone in my leg andy ou yelled at me in front of thec lass

loved that

lvoe  the grooming gone past just grooming but cant be csa event hough they were 30+ at the time because itw as online

supes fun there too thankzzzzzz

OH can we talk about being suspended forr.r.....

stopping someone from stealing!

not allowing myself to egt beat up!

not sitting down and taking someone hitting me with a book

real funzies

ALSO THNZ MOM glad you helped out sister out but notme  over the same shit

EVERY TIME SOMETHING CAME UP

super glad bout that thnx

not like i had visual self harm for years 

but oh she said she cuts one time and gets help and a therapist and love and ishit

when shesb een beating me up and ive been getting in trouble for that for years because you dont doa nything

real funsies thanks love 10/10

oh 9/11 is fun too right gladi  was there for that

lvoe how it felt like an earthquake

and great grreat grandma dying glad you brought me along but its blocked out loooooool

oh andl ets not forget the SEVERAL DIFFERNT ASSAULTS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL glad you put me back in school after those instead of homeschooling me where i was learning faster and less stressed!!!!!!!! thanks!!!!!!!!!!

love the holiday trauma too

oH or the time you called us a liar after we complained about beingin  pain and it wtrned out our foot was swelling to twice its normal size due to a psider bite

THREE TIMES INOU R LIFE

that was fun too thankssssssss

oh orthe time we got relentlessly bullied by several kids and nobody did anything

that wasf un too

also what happened before we were 7 that made us think all adults were pedophiles?

would LOVE to know what that was about

or why someone tried to get us kidnapped by flashing drivers around that time to see if any would pull over and take us with them

thatw asf un too right

or the sex dreams

i was seven lolz glad i had tose definitely normal

oh or should we talk about marissa and her beating us up? glad you let us play with her all thetim e too!!!! real funsies glad it happened

or our friend leaving us because who fucking knows lolz glad you just stopped talking to us cold turkey

oh or our friend dying thatw as fun too what a fucking GREAT year :)

or our other friend being adopted and leaving us permanently because her parents didnt allow her to contact use ver :) :) :)

OH OR SHOULD WE TALK ABOUT THE DOCTOR TRAUMA

HI that wasf unr ight

having a kidney infectiontha t young? super funsies lol

glad i knew whatw as happening and wasnt just put under there and unable to move

totally not traumatizing thanks

totally not at all

OH OR THE FUN TIMES WITH BEING TOLD WE’RE ‘naturally different’ or ‘deal with thingsbetter than whoever’ 

thanks lbuddy glad you think that we have trauma andw orked our wholes lives to deal with itan d then got fucked over AGAIN but whatever its totally natural thanks for acknowledging all our hard work and also totally not absolving yourselfo f any effort you might have to put in at the same timeeeeee

orfindingo ut our bio grandfather is an abusive stalker and OH HE SHOWED UP AT OURH OUSE TO DROP SHIT OFF EVEN THOUGH HEL IVES IN TEXAS AND WE DONT

LOVE THAT THANKS FOR THAT INFORMATION GLAD HE HAS ACCESS

or our super abusive famly on te stepdads side glad we met thEM

loved being suicidal too that was fun glad everyone we knew helped us out and didnt just shut us outo r call us attention seeking that was coolioz

good luck whoever has our old house dont mind the suicide notes we hid under the carpet or in the vents lolz theyre totally fine

oh should we talka bout how daddy dearest stillpr efers a dog to us?

glad bout that too thanks

totally fine doesnt hurt at all and YES MOM YOUR EXCUSES FOR HIMARE TOTALLY HELPFUL AND DONT JUST REMIND US YOURE ON HIS SIDE MORE THAN OURS COOLIOS

but yeah youre totally perfectan d fine its fine cause you neverh urt us directly you just didnt do anything atal l in fact!

ever!!

thanks for that!!! love the inaction!!

ohor t hat fun thing which is apparently aform  ofe motional incest THANKS FOR THAT DADDIO

GLAAD THAT AFFECTED US FOR LIFE its great :)

im not eveng oingto  TOUCH on geneartional traumathat sawho  le other thing

[erikismybitch]

Waiting In Vain: Chapter 15

Caramel .

“Why can’t we just go to your place ? “

Tiana watched Erik as he got dressed . His back muscles flexed as his T-shirt slipped on his body. Tiana could watch him all day. She still laid naked in her bed, exhausted from the workout he just gave her . Erik was this mysterious man who had captivated her heart and yet she knew almost nothing about him. She didn’t even know where he lived . His last name was non existent and she only saw him at night . Besides the fact that he made her feel so damn good, there was nothing of substance there. It was a dangerous game when the woman liked the man more than the man liked the woman. That was something her mother never mastered . So she had nothing to learn from. And the more Erik held back, the more Tiana drew to him . Tiana was head over heels , infatuated. She even doodled his name on documents sometimes like a high schooler . The way he kissed her , the way he touched her with so much passion. She just knew he felt the same way .

Of course he didn’t say it , but that’s just how he was ... she told herself . Every guy she had been with was always at her beck and call. Erik made her drop every guy to deal with him, so of course that meant he was serious about her . He worked long hours and was always gone, so she understood why he couldn’t always answer her call or message . But if Tiana was out and Erik wanted her, she’d damn near catch a plane for him. Her love for Erik was toxic , and it ran through her veins .

“My place , girl you know I’m homeless” he joked . She laughed , extra hard just to please him . It did nothing but annoy Erik because he could tell . “But nah, here is coo”

He stood up and pulled his jeans over his picture perfect ass . Buttoned and designer belted , then put on his shoes . He was about to walk out of her room when she spoke .

“Call me when you get home ?”

He searched for his keys, and seemed to be more concerned with finding those than answering her question.

“There they go” he spotted them slightly under her bed and grabbed them. “Um...yeah” he finally gave her an answer. “I’ll lock the door too” Erik only said that because he noticed her getting out of the bed. She would only slow him down with questions about when he would be back . He gave her a hug and she kissed him . Then he left her room .

Marley was up , with her headphones on minding her laptop. The reggae music she was playing was loud . She nodded her head and typed at her keyboard . He was impressed at how she could multitask that way. Marley always seemed to mind her business and keep busy .

“Lock the door” he stood in front of her , speaking quietly. He knew she couldn’t hear him. “Lock the door” he mouthed .

Marley rolled her eyes and removed her headphones . “What?” Interrupting her while she was listening to music was the ultimate pet peeve .

“You didn’t hear me?”

“No, you know I didn’t hear you !”

He giggled and started walking towards the door . “Lock the door”

With a sigh , Marley tossed her laptop and walked behind him . “You know you could have locked it yourself “ she slammed the door behind his exit .

“I know, but I wanted you to do it” his voice muffled through the closed door . She was tempted to open it and yell at him , but all she could do was laugh . No matter how much she told him off, he never seized or stopped .

-

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“You had a crush on me ?” Marley cheesed like a kid . The duo were wrapped in Eriks sheets, in his huge bed, in his house .

“I wouldn’t say all that “ he defended his behavior from the past. They were dwelling on the earlier days , when they fought like cats and dogs.

“You did, that’s why you were so mean to me “ She pinched him in the middle of his arm. His back was facing her, they both laid on their sides . Facing his glass block windows .

Erik took a deep breath , getting the aroma overcast of garlic. It was because of the roasted chicken she had made them for dinner . Erik didn’t tell her it was the first time some of those pans had been used . Other than his high carb , high protein pre made meals . He didn’t cook, at all.

Erik was feeling uneasy about her being there . Since he was so private about his personal life . Maybe this was that thing called trust that everyone was talking about .

Where do you live Erik ?

You married or something ?

I knew you were scamming

Tiana said she never been there , I’m not comparing myself to her, I’m just saying .

Erik picked her up from work and instead of taking her home, he brought her to his. Let her bathe and gave her one of his T-Shirts to relax in . And thank god for her emergency overnight bag that she left in her car .

Marley was shocked at how messy he was, not dirty , messy . The place was nice in itself . The opposite of her light space , but she felt okay there . It was blissfully dark and devoid . It was wide and airy . Everything was an open space . There were no doors . He had these tall wooden barn sliding doors that were a barrier between his room and the rest of the home . The outside of his building was brick like a loading warehouse .One probably wouldn’t know this was a place that people actually lived . It was far off from any common living area .

“What’s your favorite thing to do ?” Marley asked him. Neither one of the wanted to go to sleep on the other , so the night resulted in the immature game of twenty one questions .

“I like to do you”

Marley felt her blood rushing when he said that. She slid closer and wrapped her leg around him. He rubbed along her leg , still under the sheets . Erik was giving in to this weird force that caused him to want to make her comfortable. He started to move the sheets off of his body . In his way , everything about Marley’s appearance was solid. She has to have ugly feet he thought . She always wore socks when they were together , like now . He slid the sock off . Go figure , she had nice feet too . Erik began massaging her foot .

“Why you never show your feet ?” He toyed with her pinky toe, which tickled so she snatched her foot back.

“Don’t tell me you’re a foot freak” Marley pulled him down so he could lay flat , then she climbed on top. He grunted at her weight plopping on top of him so quickly . She kissed him and couldn’t help but to laugh into his mouth . “I’m sorry, E”

“You good, I just wasn’t ready” Erik held his arms behind his head , signaling for her to take control. Marley pulled his semi hard dick out of his briefs. Just when she thought to slip her panties to the side and slide him inside of her . She stopped .

“Wassup?” He frowned , Erik noticed the pause .

“I’m not on the pill , last three times we slipped up”

Erik continued to lay , like he was in a state of confusion. Three times wasnt a slip up, that shit was tradition now. He saw nothing wrong with the pull out method , it worked every time . As tempting as raw sex was , Marley was smarter than that . She glanced around his room . Erik was a bachelor, a fine one at that . She figured he had to have some type of contraception. And since Erik wasn’t putting forth any effort , she would .

“You got condoms in here ?” Marley leaned toward his closest night stand and opened the drawer.

“Aye, wait!” Erik tried to move her arm from reaching the knob. He was too late , she had already seen the gun . Erik was almost sure she would freak out , but she didn’t . He had no reason to hide anything in his space , Marley being here was unplanned . It wasn’t in any plan, but just like his feelings for he ... it just happened .

He watched Marley pick the gun up ,surprisingly holding it the right way. The gun was on safety anyway . Erik knew how to fully disarm her if her form slacked off , so it wasn’t a big deal .

“You live alone too. I mean , you probably need one just in case” his words were choppy . Erik tried to make this situation as casual as he could . “Yeah, so don’t be scared of it”

“You can see I’m not scared , don’t try me” Marley was blunt with him . “ This gun is different, not the kind of gun people around here got”

He was intrigued now, no longer able to beat around the bush. “You right, but I’m not like the people around here ” Erik admitted . He sat upright and put his dick back in his briefs . It had gotten soft anyway. She remained on his lap , one eyebrow up ready to interrogate him.

“You a spy or something ?” Her manner was in the form of a joke .

“I just got the connect, that’s all” Marley placed it back into his night stand drawer . “You know how to use it , do you?” Erik his tone had become a little more serious now . He didn’t expect her to say yes, but he wasn’t all too sure . She handled the gun better than the average person.

“I know how to use a few guns . Not this one though , But I’m sure I could figure it out” Marley said as if it was simple math .

She then briefly told him about how her ex taught her how to use a glock. But most of the credit was given to her dad . He taught her to use a handi rifle , an alpine shooter and a .45.

“My daddy had guns all through the house , he was from the country . Where they hunt and wear guns like belts. He rotated them, I never knew where he hid them . So I searched until I found every hiding spot . One day I found a .45 gun case , opened it started playing with it”

Erik listened closely , as if it was a bedtime story. “Then what happened ?” He was curious .

“My dad caught me eventually and beat my ass . I still have a bruise” Marley showed Erik the permanent mark on the back of her left arm.

“My dad would have did the same thing” He ran his thumb on the mark . Reminiscing on the times he got beat for being defiant , which was always.

“You don’t talk about your family” she said this in hopes to start the conversation.

“Fuck my family” Erik spoke in such a way that made Marley not want to question it . He always did .

“I only know the little you give me . You from some place in Africa called Wakanda , you hate everybody there and you’re a liar” she mocked the previous conversations. And threw in that last jab.

“A liar?”

“You’re lying about this gun, I know guns Erik”

Erik didn’t have to respond, he gave her a look that was fairly understandable to her . Marley could tell that Erik knew he had been caught . He knew he couldn’t lie but he wasn’t ready to let her know exactly what the gun was for.

“You know, you real smart kid” his thumb finger brushed along her chin. Even though she fell for his charm each time, her face was solid .

“What happened with your dad?”

Marley decided to share her history with him, in hopes that maybe one day he would trust her enough to tell her his . Marley talked about how her dad ran off with her mothers money with his new wife . And being a minor , there was little she could do about it . Then she explained how Tianas mom took her in . And made her the Cinderella of the family .

“So I get what you mean by fuck family” Marley concluded after the run down about all that they had put her through .

Erik could hear the sadness in her voice , and it pissed him off . She had been through hell , but a mini-hell compared to what he had been through . He brought her under his arm and rubbed his chin against her forehead . Marley needed that affection.

“I like when you hold me” she told him .

“Why is that?” he kept at it , still rubbing his chin against the top of her head . His hair made a static noise that slightly began to sooth her .

“Makes me forget about how mean you actually are” Erik kisses his teeth , but didn’t say anything to defend her comment. “ You don’t have to tell me everything about you, but I need something. Don’t shut me out. If I’m here for any reason , it’s for you to be yourself with me”

Erik gazed into an open space in his apartment. Still unable to respond to Marley . He didn’t know if he could allow himself to be as vulnerable and she was .

“Just know that... okay?”

“I don’t trust anybody . I don’t know anybody like that , nobody knows me on a personal level”

Marley wanted to think she was the exception .

“Understand that this is new for me, but in the little time we’ve known eachother , I’ve told you my version of a lot” He said , like he was reading her mind .

“It’s not new for me though . Trusting someone, maybe I’m too trusting” Marley came to the conclusion that she just moved faster than he did . If she wanted him, that’s something she would deal with .

“You trust me?” He asked , but quickly answered the question for himself . “I know you do”

“I don’t know why I do , but I do” Marley was content with her answer.

“This shit getting too deep” Erik removed himself from the bed and began to walk to his living room space .

“I’ll back off” she called out to him .

“Nah,You good”

Marley could sense his irritation, but Erik was always that way . She had learned not to take him moods seriously. He was very cut and dry . He went into the kitchen and picked off a piece of baked chicken , then ate it . Then took a seat at his small desk. His computer was on, after a while he seemed to be knee deep in something on the screen . Marley grew tired of laying there and watching him, so she got up .

He could hear her , using his peripheral vision he was able to see her walk into his closet . She shuffled through his clothes, he didn’t fret because he never hid anything worth finding in his closet .

His closet was bigger than hers . His space was messy, but this closet was organized. Everything in order , from the color , to the material and even the matching brand . His things seemed so expensive. His belts were designer, and his shoes filled up an entire wall space . They all looked barely worn .

Marley sniffed a blue hoodie that was close to her . It smelled like his cologne. She closed her eyes and sniffed it again . Marley wanted to smell like him , subconsciously it made her feel like she belonged to him. She started to hum, a Stevie wonder song that has been stuck in her mind all night . Eventually, she felt comfortable enough to break into full song . It captured Eriks attention.

“I ain’t never heard you sing ” he said from the living room space . Marley was no Beyonce , but she could hold a few notes when she tried. Marley had totally forgotten that he could hear her.

“Just didn’t have anyone to sing to” she smirked and let go of the hoodie. Then walked out of his closet.

“Now you do”

Marley day on his couch now. Just watching him, even if it was his back . This girl was just happy to be around him . He tapped his foot and sat with his legs wide open, she liked how he did that. Whenever he would pause and scratch his head in deep though , Marley liked that too.

It was way past dark, sunset probably was on its way. Her eyes were heavy, so she fell asleep in her position to watch him. He walked over to her a couple minutes after , she wasn’t in a deep sleep though . Marley pretended to be fully sleep when he called her name . Why she did that , she didn’t know. Maybe she was scared he would ask her to go home or something.

Erik groaned when he called her again and she didn’t respond . With little to no effort , he quickly slid his arms under her body and cradled her into him. Marley’s eyes popped open in shock .

“I knew yo ass wasn’t sleep” she laughed while Erik continued to walk with her to his bed. He dropped her like a load of clothes.

“Ouch!” She screamed and tried to hit him, but he was too swift . They both laid back down . He on his back and Marley facing him on her side .

He turned on the tv that sat at the foot of his bed. She squinted at the light .

“I like to sleep with the tv off” she moaned .

“Go home then” he refused. Marley Pretended to be appalled.

“Take me home then ”

“Go to sleep Marley”

She tried to. Her eyes were closed for the most part . But she couldn’t stop opening them to look at him. Marley felt her way to his bare chest , then start rubbing it. She found her hands caressing trailing in between his defined abs.

He didn’t say anything , Erik didn’t even flinch. He just continued to watch tv. She moved closer now. Wrappinbt her leg around him like she did earlier , when they were about to have sex. Now she wished she didn’t find the gun, she would have been exhausted and satisfied by now. Raw sex didn’t sound too bad anymore. Erik still remained focused on the screen.

Marley was tired of the teasing. Claiming what she wanted , her hand aimed for the inside of his underwear. Erik scowled at her like she was insane .

“Oh my god, Fine!” Wining at the top of her lungs, she pushed away from him . His bed vibrated on account of how hard he laughed at her reaction . “That’s not funny !”

“That shit is funny” he pulled her close to him, even though she tried to refuse . Eventually she gave in. “You want some dick?”

She wanted more than his dick. She wanted moments like these , as many as he could give her. Marley shamelessly nodded her head for him .

Erik got right on top of her . Marley didn’t need his help or his command , her panties were already off and lost somewhere . He turned on the dresser light. He really see her body . Not in the dark like the other times . Erik wanted to see everything .

“I really fuck with you Marley, and I want to see all of you” He spoke low . Slowly he pressed her legs apart and open . He leaned in and started kissing the slightly dark inner parts of her thigh. Erik wanted to see the things she thought were not so pretty . Marley was super insecure about so many things . She was tense at first , but he kissed her in such a way that made her feel beautiful . He worked his way up to her belly, kissing and worshiping Marley like she was his personal goddess. Marley had these small stretch marks on the side of her waist, he kissed those too.

She didnt know why, but she wanted to cry. Erik was triggering all these emotions within her . It was too much, she didn’t feel like she deserved to feel this way . Just as she fixed her lips to weakly tell him to stop, he kissed them. “Baby” she whispered against his lips . He hooked his two arms under her thighs and slid himself right inside of her . She moaned , exhausted from the build up. Finally getting a feel for what she came for.

Sorry for typos :)

[gasgiant]

this is embarrassing so im on anon but as someone who is also currently obsessed with tf2 despite never playing it. what are your opinions on those guys. i am very interested

NICE this is content i love to see!! Sorry if you dont see this post it’s probably been sitting in my inbox for a week, but i’ll tag it, so who knows?

This will mostly be about character in the comics, but I’ll throw in who i like to play as well

Scout: he gives off annoying little sibling energy. very entertaining and funny, he talks non-stop in the comics. his daddy issues go deep and it’s probably good that he doesn’t know HOW deep. Before most matches start i pick scout and run around the map, hitting as many people with the fish as I can. 6/10 cool boy

Pyro: baby. I do wish they had more of a personality besides “obsessed with fire and doesn’t live in reality”, but pyrovision is a very fun concept and makes this guy both loveable and TERRIFYING. Pyro is my second most played, because who doesn’t love not aiming and causing extreme carnage? 7/10 chaotic being

Soldier: OK HONESTLY? MY FAVORITE CHARACTER FROM THE COMICS. this poor, lead poisoned, brain dead, psychopath. only blood lust and patriotism consume the mind of this man, but there really isnt much space up there anyway. his stupidity and knack for pissing off literally anyone is fantastic. also, he ends up dating heavy’s sister zhanna and they have a FANTASTIC dynamic (ok, she actually might be my favorite but soldier is close). I don’t play him that much, but rocket jumping is hella fun. 10/10 GOOD HUSTLE, SOLDIER!

Demoman: Underappiciated and under utilized in fan content! I think he has one of the best origin stories. He’s realatively sane for TF2 mercs, and would probably be all the way there if it wasnt for his nasty drinking habit. There’s also a comic where a soldier and demoman on opposite teams become friends and that is such a good one. Valve definitely could have done better on having more characters who aren’t white, but im glad we at least got Tavish! I suck at demoman but i’m trying to play him more to get better. Kinda surprising since junkrat was my 2nd most played in overwatch. 8/10 "Oh, they're goin' ta have to glue you back together...IN HELL!"

Heavy: Due to his appearance in the telltale poker night game, this guy probably has the most complete characterization. Somewhere between a gentle giant and crazy russian, he’s a family man with a doctorate in russian literature and a strong attachment to Sascha, his favorite gun. He doesn’t say much, but he usually says the right thing. God bless him for putting up with the rest of the team, because if he didn’t, they’d all be goners. Heavy playstyle just isnt fun for me so i rarely pick him. 8/10 Legendary Comrade

Engineer: I feel like we hear the least about this dude’s personality in the comics. He’s a genius engineer in a family of genius engineers. His grandfather created a life extending machine (thats kinda important to the comics) that he later upgraded. Dude literally has 12 Phds. I enjoy his general laid-back texan demeanor. I feel like he’d be really fun at parties for some reason. I’ve been playing engineer way more recently and a lot of his voice lines are sarcastic and a bit goofy. 7/10 texas sized yee haw.

Sniper: someone give this man a fucking break. please. my god. the most mentally there of the team, doesn’t seem absorbed with killing, but does enjoy the challange and competition of sniping. has a bit of an identity crisis (in the form of his superman-esque origin story) which is quickly resolved. probably would be the most pleasant of these guys to meet in real life. i only play sniper on the 2 Fort map and I have never gotten a headshot. ever. 6/10 great shot, mate.

Medic: MY MAN LUDWIG! My favorite character before reading the comics. I’d say he’s a fucked up doctor, but thats only the half of it. He isnt even a doctor anymore (its hard to keep a medical license after removing someone’s entire skeleton). For a dude who stole all of his friend’s souls and literally outsmarted devil... he’s not THAT bad. I mean, sure he abandoned his team to fight against them just so he could commit more atrocities against nature. Sure, he only has an evil smile and demented laugh. But uh... he is... nice to his doves? Yeah ok nevermind I cant really defend this guy. Being a little evil is... kinda sexy though (look up medic cosmetic “The Burly Beast”). In game, my medigun is named “Press E To Send Me To Therapy”. E is the call for medic button. I am a medic main and I am so, so tired. 10/10 “ZHAT was doctor assisted homocide!”

Spy: french asshole. seems pretencious and unattached but he really isnt. actions speak louder than words spy, and even if you had to tell scout you were his father disguised as tom jones, at least you did it. if i play spy i get overly excited at backstabbing someone because i suck at it. 6/10 oui oui effle tower baguette i love making fun of the french

not sure if this is what you wanted anon but i had fun typing these! if you ever get steam, here’s a link to my profile https://s.team/p/kpv-bvtv/JPDMQRWV tf2 is basically the only game I play on steam so I’ll probably be doing that 😎

[jellyfishdooter]

LISTEN

I HAVE VERY LOW IMPULSE CONTROL

In spite of the current community fire I give you this Rise of the Guardians AU

Character explanations/ mini story under the cut

So after watching Rise of the Guardians (one of my fav animated movies) I got the idea for an AU where the egos are like the Guardians of the JSE community.

Their designs are based off/ inspired by the characters in the movie but instead of just drawing the egos as those characters, I more so let them inspire re-creations of their outfits/ powers

Chase: Jack Frost- Guardian of Family

In the beginning he doesn’t see himself as a guardian. He’s a screw up, a washout. But even through his depression he tries to make others happy before himself. He does this by having fun and trying to get those in the community to join in with him! It’s later on that he realizes he has a part to play and that his is making sure everyone is still together as one big community. He’s here to remind us that in troubling times that we all have each other- that we’re all family.

JBM: Santa- Guardian of Hope

Being the super hero of the group, it’s JBM’s job to protect the innocent and give off the appearance of being something people can depend upon- someone who can protect everyone from danger. He helps the community become strong and makes them laugh along the way (even if he has to make a fool of himself to do it, he loves our smiles)- he gives them hope.

Marvin: Tooth Fairy- Guardian of Creativity (Sams: small Tooth Fairies)

Much like tooth fairy in the movie, it’s Marvin’s job to collect fanart/ fanworks and store them so when the community forgets all that they have built together, he shows them. Not only that, he inspires the content creators and represents their passion for their art. And it’s what he protects. (Along with the help of the little Sams who are the ones who actually collects and re-distributes it so everyone can see what they’ve made.)

Jameson: Sandman- Guardian of Positivity

Arguably one of the most important guardians of the community, JJ is there to remind people the importance of PMA. In his own quiet ways, he encourages the members to think on the bright side- or is just there to give hugs and be there for them. Whenever someone is in such a dark place, he uses his powers to show them that they still have so much potential and that they’re not alone. He give them a light in a dark place to hold onto. (Yes, he uses sign language AND the sand symbols for those who don’t understand sign)

Schneep: Bunny- Guardian of Health

Being the good doctor of the group, he’s there to remind the community to take care of themselves. Yes he may be a lil aggressive in the way he gives out advice, but for a lot of people they need their butts a little kicks to get them moving to help themselves. But not only physical health, he’s also willing to sit down and talk about mental health and analyze what the problem is/ works to help you understand how to improve yourself.

Anti: The Boogieman- “Guardian” of Fear and Chaos

And last but not least, our dear little firestarter. For so LONG he’s waited, waited to be in the spotlight. Before the other egos show up it was just him and it was delicious. He had so much power as he fed off of our fears, insecurities, and of course the headcanons and theories we made about him. But then Jack HAD to make more egos and fill the community with positivity and light. So he sunk back and waited for his opportunity- he waited for his powers to grow strong in the background. And with all of the hints being dropped and community fueling the fire in a continuous positive feedback loop, he gains more and more strength every day. He reminds the community not everything is peachy and rosy. That there are awful things in the world and how you’re just a tiny ripple in a storming ocean. Insignificant. He doesn’t want to stamp out the community- that would be counterproductive. No he just wants them to feel fear for the channel- that nothing is safe anymore- at any turn he could be there. And with that everything always comes back to him.

And sooner or later, the others will fade away...

Extra Headcanons/ Tidbits:

Before they were all guardians they were other people. (TW: death and suicide mentions) -Anti was a reckless criminal and one night his “friends” betrayed him, leaving him behind which wound up being the end of him. They were running from the police and were trying to jump a tall fence when his comrades left the struggling man behind to take the fall. He did in more ways than one. -JBM was just a regular dude, but he sacrificed himself to save a kid getting hit by a bus in the city. Even though he was about to die he kept asking if the kid was okay. The medics told him he saved them and that’s all he needed to hear. -Marvin was a street magician in his time. He did tricks to cheer up people sitting on the sidewalk/ sitting alone and talked to them about their passions. Later the same people would come back and tell him about the new job they got or the current project they were working on. He pulled a teen off the side of a bridge and a local cop mistook it for him attacking her and.. well.. things escalated quickly -Henrik was an upstanding surgeon. He saved lives every day in his career. Even though his wife and child left him, he worked every day to become a better doctor and continued to save people. And after the surgeries he would personally counsel the patients to make sure they were okay physically and mentally. But one day.. they didn’t have a matching organ for the patient on standby.. and he knew he matched the credentials. -Jameson was a small movie star in his time. And when he wasn’t filming he went down in quiet to lift the spirits of homeless children and teens. He would put on small performances and then go around to each of them and comfort them if they said it was okay. He made sure by the end of his visit they were all in high spirit. But one day the filming studio caught fire. The smoke damaged his lungs so he couldn’t call out before the building collapsed. -And Chase... He had a loving wife and two kids who he cared for with his life. He vowed to himself to protect them, even though his wife turned into a bitch as the years went on. One night they were walking home from a day at the amusement park and Chase got jumped with his kids nearby. The criminal threatened to kill the kids if Chase didn’t comply. So to protect them, he did as the criminal said, handing over his wallet and watch and phone. And when the criminal was about to kill one of them anyway, instinct took over and Chase knocked the man down and knocked him out- but when he fell the gun went off

The lights on the globe are the septiclights, each one representing a person in the community

Instead of holidays, the guardians help in the background of charity livestreams and videos to give them that little extra spark.

Sean is the equivalent of the Man in the Moon

The extra fan-made egos (like Robbie, Shawn, Angus, and Bing) are still around, they just aren’t the big guardians.

If they were tho... Robbie- Guardian of Innocence, Shawn- Guardian of Voice, Angus- Guardian of... idk, Protection? Or maybe head cannons lol, Bing- Guardian of Online Connections

When too much of the community becomes afraid/ depressed, the guardian’s form changes (like in the movie) before they disappear -JBM: Becomes weaker, probably needs his glasses to see again, basically turned into a comicbook nerd -Marvin: Loses a lot of his color, magic goes away, turns into a cat? -Henrik: Hands continuously shake, gains a stutter so people can hardly understand him, becomes super paranoid/ closed off -JJ: His colors fade to black and white, it’s really hard to summon his powers, always about to cry/ wants to scream -Chase: Goes into a low state of depression, isolates himself a lot -Anti: His bravado diminishes- basically turns into an edgy teen with spasms instead of actual glitches, wound on his neck closes.

Like in the movie there’s a point where Anti takes over (like right now) and everyone’s powers start to fade

To make this angsty(er) he manages to kill JJ and he disappears, along with the light of positivity in the community.

Chase blames himself for not being fast enough to save him

To turn thing around Henrik suggests a charity livestream to promote a mental health organization. So they all work together to prep

A young community member somehow gets into Henrik’s realm

Memes and shenanigans ensue

“We spend all our time trying to protect the community, we don’t HAVE TIME-... for the community..?”

Chase runs off after young familiar voices calling out for their daddy

Chase ends up in Anti’s realm of fear(the opening is in the woods under an abandoned computer desk). It’s a series of twisted hallways bathed in red light and entire walls of glitching computer screens that cast weird shadows

When Chase gets out he realizes all the equipment is destroyed and he wasn’t there to help

Henrik blames Chase and sad dad runs off.

The community is plunged into a state of fire and fear and there’s no positivity anywhere to be found.

Except one last light...

A fan is talking to a Sam plushie, saying that yeah they understand why the stream COULD have been cancelled.. but everything in their life is just so dark they were really looking forward to it.

Chase finds them and uses his powers to make images of septic lights and funny moments in Jack’s videos

They realize it’s Chase who’s doing it and can see him

All the egos fight Anti with the help of a few community members beside them- giving them power to fight back.

The members bring back JJ

JJ kicks the ever living shit out of Anti with the help of the others beside him Okay I think I’ll stop here XD If you read all this... wowie!

[leetifahnoqueen]

---The Groove is Gone---

Man I knew better than to mix light and dark liqour. I roll over and grab my head in agony. The room is spinning out of control and I cannot remember anything. I dont usually drink like this but I mean its alumni week at JAY CEEE SSS UUUU!! I had to get trunt with my old college gals. My phone is ringing off the hook and the sound of my ring tone is giving me anxiety. "You have a missed call from Brianna." My phone beeps. "Ugh, why are you calling me so early" I garb phone and to my suprise its one in the afternoon. "What the fuck happened last night" I dont even know how I got home. I hear a crash coming from the bathroom. I immediatley get up, grab the 380 pistol I keep in my night stand and head towards the sound. "I'm way too hung over to deal with an intruder." Just as I am grabbing the handle the door swings open and there is a half naked figure staring back at me. FUCK!!! it's Lance Edwards, The schools Junior all star running back. How the fuck did this happen? He looks at me smiling until he realizes I have a gun in my hand. "Whoa! I figured you wouldnt remember last night but damn dont shoot me." "Im sorry I just heard the noise coming from the bathroom and panicked. You're half naked and in my master bath, I may sound stupid asking but did we have sex last night?" He laughs and walks over to the chair where his clothes were. "If I say yes will you shoot me? Cause I kind of have my whole life ahead of me and a possible NFL contract." I laugh and put the gun back into the night stand. "Again im sorry, I am a single black woman living in down town Charlotte I have to protect myself some how." He walks over to me and moves my hair behind my ear. "Well maybe you should get a strong man like me to protect you instead." I roll my eyes in feminism. "Can you stop a bullet?" I ask. He looks over at me perplexed by my question. "Well no I cant." I grimmest. "Well then my dear maybe I should stick to my gun." I put my robe on and head to the kitchen. He tags closely behind. "I called for an Uber to come pick me up so I wont be here long." Thank God. If anyone caught wind of this little hook up I would never hear the end of it. The boy is fine as hell. Almost makes me wish I remembered what happen. I reply surly. "Thats fine.

He walks over to the table and stands close to me. "I was wondering if you may have some free time that maybe we could hang out, get to know each other. Spend some time together that you'll actually remember the next day." I'm flattered but not at all interested. I could be this boys mother let alone go out with him. I have clothes older then him! "Thats sweet, but I will have to pass, I am way too old for you. There is no way for this to blossom into anything else. Im sorry. I am sure you have all the girls going crazy for you on campus being a big shot and all that." He rolled his eye and walked to the cupboard and grabbed a mug. He looked at me and smiled as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Well first of all I wasnt too young for you when I had your legs pinned behind your head, and I certainly wasnt too young for you when I ate your ass from behind. Did you think I was young when I stroked from behind and you called out my name." He said as he rubbed up against. His penis erect and peircing my rear end. I jumped to the side but my body was yearning to feel his touch. “First things first, you’re too damn comfortable in my home. Close the Cupboard, were you raised in a barn”. I roll my eyes and walk over to the table. He grabs my waist "See you want me, say it! Tell me you want me." I feel the place between my legs get warm. Im rubbing my thighs together creating friction. My brain is saying one thing but my body is saying "Bitch if you dont fuck this boys brains out!!!!!" I turned around and and grabbed his shaft so strong and firm in my hand. What am I doing? I cant do this... again. He pulls closer to me and the tip of his penis is touching my clit. "See you want me." He pushes everything off the table. The coffee mug breaks as it hits the ground splashing coffee every where. He picks me up and puts me on the counter and starts eating me. My goodness your daddy could never eat me like this. He was young strong and aggressive. My old ass was trying to figure out how I was going to survive this brutal attack on my seasoned vaginia.

I’m moaning and he’s panting as he grabs a hand full of my hair. “Careful sweetie I need all my edges”. He is dominating me and I am enjoying every minute of it. Just as we are basking in each other’s auras his phone beeps. “Fuck, my Uber is close by. We have to hurry!” He starts to stroke me harder from behind. This is a race and ecstasy is the finish line. His phone beeps again letting him know to wrap it up. Just as I went to move my hips and throw it back he shoots all his little junior varsity players on my back. “Damn, I wish I didn’t have to leave.” In my mind I’m thinking please do. This was fun but it can never ever ever ever ever happen again. He rushes to get his clothes back on. Just in the Knick of time. His phone rings and it’s his Uber calling to say they are outside. “I’ll walk you to the Door”. I grab my robe and quickly walk him to the door. “Well Lawrence, I wish you well.” I smile and give him a hug. I wave as he gets in the car and drives off. Rushing back into the house I plop down on the couch looking into the kitchen at the mess that has to be cleaned up. “I AM NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!!!”. It was fun to have a young one give me the what for but I have gotten too old to play these games. My name is not Stella and the Groove is gone!

[hysterialevi]

Abraham - A RDR2 Fanfic

Fanfic summary [NO SPOILERS]: Lyle Morgan and his eleven-year-old son have a conversation about Beatrice’s death, only for the boy to witness a second one.

Warning(s): Mild language

Author’s note: Bear with me if not everything in this story is correct. I’m not entirely sure where Arthur’s originally from (all I’ve heard is that he’s from somewhere in the north), so I just made something up lol. Also, this fic will only be one part. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

From Lyle’s POV

A FOREST SOMEWHERE IN MONTANA

SUMMER, 1874

Strollin’ through the tall, thick grass, I led my mount around the forest at a casual pace while my son sat on top, consumed by his journal as always. It was an hour or two before midday, and right now, there was a radiant blanket o’ sunshine bathing the entire forest, painting everything with a golden tint. It was beautiful, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day out here...but this feeling of annoyance just wouldn’t stop naggin’ me, and I knew exactly why.

I briefly glanced over my shoulder, peering at my son as he scribbled something down in the weathered pages of his journal.

A quick sigh escaped me.

I didn’t know who the hell Arthur got his interest in art from, or why Beatrice even bothered buying him that book, but that child just couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from it. Every time I came across the boy, he was always scratchin’ down some fantasy world of his, or creating images of a utopia I ain’t ever seen. It was pointless.

He spent more time daydreamin’ in that book than he did playing outside, or hunting, or fishing -- hell, he didn’t even know how to read -- and yet, Beatrice seemed perfectly content with it.

Or at least...she did.

Beatrice weren’t around no more. She was killed by bandits a few months ago. Robbed. Left on the side o’ the road for the crows to feed on. But Arthur didn’t know that. Sheriff told him it was a wild animal that took her. A wolf, to be exact. And he believed him.

I dragged a hand down my face, suddenly feelin’ exhausted just thinking about it.

Had I done the right thing, not tellin’ Arthur the truth about his own mother’s death, I wondered? I figured the kid didn’t need to know the morbid details, or even the entire truth, but I still felt like a piece of shit for not revealing the full story -- especially considering that them bandits who killed Beatrice...killed her ‘cause of me.

I had stolen something from them. Somethin’ valuable. And before it fell into their dirty hands, that “something” apparently belonged to a rich plantation owner who really wanted it back. Ended up gettin’ one of the bandits hanged, and left them thirsty for revenge. But they didn’t have the strength to go after the plantation owner. So, they came after me instead.

They chased me for quite a while. They chased me across the mountains, across the swamps, across the goddamned snow...until finally, they came to their senses and realized there were much better, more convenient ways of hurtin’ me. And thus, their paths diverted to my wife and son.

Those bastards managed to corner her while she was ridin’ to town to do some shopping. Found her on some secluded road between here and the nearest settlement, and ensured she would never return. That was when Arthur went lookin’ for help to find his missing mother hours later, and the sheriff assured him a wolf had gotten to Beatrice.

Christ. I really was a terrible father, weren’t I? Not only did I pay more attention to a bottle o’ whiskey than my own wife, I had also neglected Arthur for years on end, and indirectly gotten his mother killed. And the boy was only eleven.

He had spent half of his life not knowing a damned thing about where his daddy was, or even what he did, only to lose the one parent he already had before he could find out.

Lord...there had to be some way to make this up to him.

I looked back at the boy, suddenly feeling an urge to say something -- anything -- to him.

“Arthur,” I called out, catching the kid’s attention as his head perked up from behind the journal’s pages, “put that damned book away for a moment, will you?”

The boy hurriedly marked his place in the journal with a pen and shut it closed, resting the object on the saddle’s surface as he hung his head low in shame.

“...Sorry, sir.” He murmured.

I shook my head, lettin’ out a concerned breath.

“You spend far too much time in that journal. It was a mistake to buy it.”

Arthur’s eyes wandered to the trees towering around us.

“I’m sorry, dad,” he apologized timidly. “But I like drawing.”

I scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I like Poker. But I ain’t got time to play it. Too busy worryin’ about survival, and keeping the both of us fed. You can’t always do what you want, Arthur. You gotta provide. Things like drawing, gambling...they’re frivolous. We got better things to worry about.”

The child quirked a brow. “Friv-uh-less...? What’s that mean?”

“It means we don’t need to do it,” I explained. “What we do need, however, is to eat. So put that journal away and keep an eye out for deer. You was the one who suggested we come out here in the first place.”

Arthur frowned in a discouraged manner. “Yes, sir.”

I gave him a stern nod. “Good boy. Now...you said you seen a big buck out here?”

The boy pointed ahead. “Yeah. It was by the river.”

I gave the reins a little tug, urging my horse to follow me. “Then that’s where we’ll start. C’mon, Boadicea.”

Continuing our little hunting trip, Arthur and I traveled deeper into the lively woods as creatures of all types scurried around us, rustling blades of grass and alerting the tiny insects that hovered above the plants.

There was a rather peaceful mood to the forest today -- a welcome change considerin’ how chaotic my life usually was -- and I had to admit: some part of me enjoyed being here with Arthur. I rarely ever got to see the boy because of my work as an outlaw, and when I did, he always seemed reluctant to leave the house. Whether that was because he was more of an indoors person, or simply ‘cause he weren’t eager to spend time with me -- I didn’t know. But it was good to be with him regardless.

Approaching the large river, I came to a temporary halt as I crouched down and examined the ground, carefully searchin’ for any tracks that could’ve possibly led us to the buck.

The area here appeared undisturbed -- save for the fish flopping in and out of the babbling water -- and as far as I could tell, there weren’t no deer running around this section of the forest. Not at the moment, anyway. Maybe they were at a different part of the river.

I took a closer look at the grass, only to be torn away from my thoughts when Arthur raised a question.

“Dad?” He asked softly. “Can I...can I ask you something? About momma?”

I paused, thrown off-guard by the sudden change in tone.

“Momma?” I repeated, slowly turning towards the boy. “Why you wanna talk about her?”

Arthur’s expression sank with sorrow.

“It’s just...you knew her better than I did. Or longer, I guess. And I don’t remember her that good. ...Do you?”

I gazed at him in a puzzled manner, admittedly still a bit taken aback by the abrupt question.

“...Clear as day,” I replied, unwilling to sift through the painful memories. “But that don’t matter. She’s...she ain’t coming back, Arthur. No one does, once they die. Ain’t no point in lingerin’ in the past when it can only haunt you. All we can do is move on. You understand?”

Clearly a bit hurt by my response, Arthur dropped the subject and averted his eyes from me, peering over at a nearby gathering of flowers instead.

He slouched despondently. “...I understand.”

That wasn’t good enough for me. I took a step towards him.

“Look at me when you say that, Arthur,” I demanded. “It’s important you look people in the eye when you speak to them.”

The boy brought his line of sight back to me, his face veiled behind a very subtle layer of fear.

He straightened his back a bit. “I understand.”

I nodded in approval. “Good. Now...let’s get back to huntin’ this buck. You sure it was around the river?”

Arthur gazed around. “I saw it this morning when I was playing with Copper,” he confirmed. “It was drinkin’ water right here. That’s when I came to get you.”

I observed the dirt underneath me, squinting my eyes as I searched for clues. The grass in these parts was quite thick, so that made it even tougher to spot fur, or dung -- and I still didn’t see any deer tracks -- but it certainly looked like another animal had been around here.

I kneeled down, shuffling the grass outta the way with my hand.

“It looks like some wild horses might’ve passed through this area,” I examined. “But no sign of deer. Oh, well...the day is still young, and we have some time, so we’ll keep looking.” I gestured to a nearby bridge. “Let’s try over there.”

Grabbing my horse’s reins, I continued to guide it through the woods as Arthur scouted the area for me, his big blue eyes scanning the sharp horizon while the sun escalated in the sky. There was a certain determination in his temperament now, and the longer we carried on trying to locate this buck, the more my son seemed to be enjoying himself.

Perhaps there was hope for us, after all.

“...Dad?” The boy called again, making me flick my eyes to the side. “What if there are wolves out here?”

I encouraged him to stay calm. “Now, don’t you go worryin’ about that. If we see wolves out here, we’ll be fine. We’re armed, we’re fast, and we’re smart.”

Arthur wasn’t convinced. “...Momma was smart.”

I sighed in a melancholic tone at that. “Yes...she was. But...Momma was killed by a different type of wolf.”

He tilted his head in a puzzled manner. “What d’you mean?”

I gestured to my rifle. “Not all wolves are the same, Arthur. Some use their teeth, some use their guns, and some use their tongue. You gotta be able to identify them when you see ‘em.”

The kid didn’t say it flat out, but I could tell he knew what I was really talkin’ about.

“Those sound more like people.” He replied. I let out a gentle chuckle.

“People can be worse than wolves, Arthur. In fact, I’d prefer a wolf over some o’ the people I’ve met.”

Arthur leaned forward in the saddle, his body swaying along with Boadicea’s steady speed.

“What kinda people have you met?”

I lowered my voice, thinking back to the bandits who killed Beatrice.

“Killers. Thieves. Deceivers. Men who will constantly betray each other even though they share the same motive: greed.”

I turned to Arthur with a remorseful look, hopin’ to do at least one right thing in my life, and use myself as a cautionary tale that money weren’t as clean as it seemed.

“...Greed,” I told him, “it breaks people, Arthur. They may not realize it, ‘cause greed can get you far in this world...but the reward ain’t worth it. Not compared to the things you have to sacrifice. In the end, you’ll have tons of cash, only to realize that there are luxuries not even millionaires can afford.”

His innocence took over. “Then why do they do it?”

That was a question I asked myself everyday. I shrugged in a disheartened fashion.

“Because they don’t care. So long as their pockets is heavy, and their bellies is full, they’ll keep on going. But like I said, greed poisons you. It kills you. And you won’t even notice until you’re already sittin’ in a grave. So promise me, Arthur, promise me that when you get to my age...you won’t become a wolf.”

Despite evidently bein’ a little confused, the child was able to make some sense of what I just said and agreed to the promise, reassuring me with a small smile.

“I promise.”

“Good boy,” I praised, bringing my mind back to the main reason we came out here. “Anyway, here’s the bridge. Why don’t you hop down and help me find this buck?”

“Okay.”

Sliding down the saddle, Arthur effortlessly climbed down and joined me, scurrying ‘round like a mouse while he searched for any signs of the buck. But so far, there was nothing in sight.

“See anything?” I checked. The boy shook his head.

I wiped some sweat off my brow, letting out a fatigued sigh. This animal was certainly proving to be a challenge to hunt down. We had already been in this forest for a couple hours now, and our efforts still hadn’t paid off. Part o’ me was almost starting to suspect if Arthur even saw a deer in the first place, and not some other kinda animal.

I decided to take a short break, and turned to ask the boy.

“You positive the buck was roamin’ around in these parts? Or that it was a buck at all? I haven’t seen any tracks so far.”

A soft rustle suddenly reached my ears, interrupting my conversation with Arthur as I reached for my gun, only to be stopped by a sound I didn’t expect.

It was a man’s voice.

“...Don’t even think about it,” the stranger warned, cocking his own gun. “I will shoot if necessary.”

Freezing at the intrusion, I remained perfectly still and didn’t utter a single word as a pair of footsteps steadily approached me from behind, followed by two more men coming in from the front on horseback.

They were all dressed in similar outfits donned with Nevada hats, and I couldn’t help but notice the star-shaped badges shimmerin’ blatantly on their chests.

Shit. These were lawmen. What the hell were they doin’ out here? I never expected the law to travel this far into the country. This was definitely odd.

What really puzzled me though, weren’t the fact that there were three lawmen just...waitin’ for us out here -- it was more the fact that Arthur didn’t seem phased by any of this in the slightest. Just what exactly was goin’ on?

Trotting closer to me, one of the mounted men glowered in my direction as he ordered his deputy to restrain me, his firm, steel eyes never wavering.

I recognized him instantly.

“...Sheriff Buchanan.” I muttered through gritted teeth.

He returned the greeting, scowling from under his hat’s rim.

“Lyle Morgan.”

I shrugged at him, unsure of what to make of the situation.

“What is this shit? What’s the sheriff doing all the way out here?”

Buchanan glanced at Arthur, standing in front of him in a protective manner.

“I told you I’d use every option I had to get you behind bars, Morgan...and I meant it. You made the choice not to heed my warning.”

Taking a second to process what he just told me, the realization suddenly hit me like a bullet to the gut as I stared at Arthur with a sense of immense betrayal, unable to believe what was happening.

There never was no goddamned buck.

Things was never gonna work out for me and Arthur.

This was all a trap.

My own...son...had turned me in.

He was the bait, and Buchanan was the true hunter.

I clenched my jaw in rage, doing my absolute best to shield my emotions as the deputy kicked me to my knees.

“...A-Arthur...?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

The boy looked me straight in the eye, standing adamantly beside Buchanan as his deputies tied me up. I threw a glare at the sheriff, damning him till my last moments.

“You bastard, Buchanan...!” I cursed. “You turned my own damned son against me...?!”

The man showed no guilt and tightened his grip on his rifle, silently advising me to stay back.

“No need,” Buchanan denied. “You drove him to me all by yourself.”

He placed a gentle hand on Arthur’s shoulder and guided him towards the second deputy, ordering them to bring him back to town.

“Clayton, bring the boy back to the office. We’ll figure out where to send him later. For now though, just keep him safe, and look after him.”

“Right away, Sheriff.”

Preparing both his horse and mine for departure, the deputy left Arthur next to the sheriff as the boy stood firmly in place, his innocent yet damaged gaze never leavin’ mine.

Despite the hint of remorse clouding the child’s eyes, it was pretty obvious Arthur felt he made the right decision in turning me in. And just as Buchanan’s second deputy started to drag me away, I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful Whitetail buck wanderin’ around in the distance, its majestic antlers standing out like a crown on a monarch’s head as it bathed in the golden sunlight.

The animal swayed its head in my direction, almost as if trying to communicate with me.

“I’m sorry, dad,” Arthur whispered as he walked towards Clayton, blocking the buck in the process. “...But you made me promise.”

Taking his leave, the boy finally mounted up and steadily trotted away from the scene, only to reveal an empty spot where the buck once stood as he left the forest.

Well...I may have found the buck like I planned, but it weren’t my job to kill it.

And it certainly weren’t my place to look for it.

I could hunt them down to my heart’s content, and kill ‘em all I wanted for my own desires...but in the end, they would always be able to afford the one luxury I’d never obtained.

Peace.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

A Fling With A Surprise

Gif credit @stilinski-ortiz-dolan

Gif credit @bodybebangin.

Requested by @stellarosedutton. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the request.

My first Walker and Colby imagine. I hope it's okay.

"Go get grandpa". Your daughter, Amethyst Rose squealed running on her wobbly feet. She had just started walking and she is now on the go all the time.

"Paaaa". She stumbled and fell but got right back up.

"She's like her momma, doesnt cry when she falls". John chuckled as he picked her up. 

"Yeah, I was taught to be strong". You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Your husband is down at the barn". John said looking away. He wasnt to fond of Walker. No one really was. But you saw something in him that no one else saw.

"I was just heading that way. Amethyst has a doctors appointment". You say before walking to the barn. Your father took Amethyst into the main house to spoil her even more than she is.

"Hey beautiful". Walker spoke before you even got into the barn.

"How do you always do that"? You giggle wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

"I know your foot work".

"You ready? We gotta be there in thirty minutes".

"Yeah, let me go change my shirt and I'll meet you at the car". He kissed your temple and started to the cowboys bunk.

Going back up to the main house, you saw Colby talking with your father and Rip. Then you heard screaming and giggling coming down the steps of the house. Tate was chasing Amethyst and ran right past Colby.

You might think nothing of it but Amethyst is Colbys. You had a fling with him one night and never spoke about it since but then you got pregnant and just never told anyone that she was his. Then you met Walker when you were six months pregnant, got married four months later and he's been Amethyst dad. Oh I didnt mention that Colby never knew I was pregnant, I hid it from my family until I met Walker.

"Amethyst". You called after her and ran scooping her up. "Thanks for watching her dad.  I'll see you later". You didn't look at Colby as you walked away but his eyes were on Amethyst.

"Y/N, hold up". Colby called after you and now the cat was out of the bag.

"Yeah"? You gulped as he came closer. Amethyst laid her head on your shoulder sleepily.

"I know this might be off but um is she mine"? Colby scratched his chin, just gazing at Amethyst.

"Yeah".

"Why didnt you tell me"? Colby asked. He was wasnt upset or angry.

"You didnt speak to me after we hooked up. So I figured you were just ignoring me and staying away".

"It was awkward. Rip found me coming in late and I told him. He knows about us".

"I know. No one else knows. Not even Walker. I'd like to keep it that way. I don't want any riff between the two of you".

"So I'm supposed to let Walker raise my daughter"? Colby scoffed.

"She's my daughter". Walker scared you both. You seriously needed to work on your tracking.

"No, she's mine. I didnt get the chance to be there for her cause I didnt know". Colby protested.

"I'm on the birth certificate. She calls me daddy. I'm not confusing her. So stay away". Walker warned Colby but Colby being Colby and not backing down. Colby threw the first punch and smashed his fist into Walkers jaw.

Walker stumbled but striked back hitting Colby in the nose. You covered your daughters eyes.

John and Rip tried pulling the cowboys apart but they weren't letting each other go.

"Walker stop". You yelled. This was not how it was supposed to go when it happened or if at all.

A gun shot rang through the air. Rip stood there with his gun pointed to the sky. Colby and Walker panting. Their shirts ripped, faces mangled.

"Colby, get out of here now".

"But-". Colby tried to protest but Rip wasnt having it".

"Now".

"Get him out of here, Y/N". Your father told you and you grabbed Walkers hand pushing him into the car. The doctors appointment would have to wait.

Arriving at your house, you laid Amethyst down and patched up Walker.

"Why didnt you tell me"?

"It wasn't your business. Plus I didnt want to make it worse for you than it already is".

"It is my business. I'm your husband. I'm her father". Walker hissed when you put peroxide on his wound.

"I know. But now I'm thinking I should've told him. Gave him a chance to be a father figure in her life".

"I'm her damn father. No man is going to replace me". Walker hit the table. You jumped, you never seen him this mad. Walker got up and stormed out, slamming the door. Waking Amethyst.

You had to go see Colby. It wasnt right not having him know and now you felt guilty. Heading back to the ranch, giving Walker time to cool down. You went and saw Colby.

"Hey". You stepped threw the door. Rip, Ryan and Colby were talking.

"We're just leaving". Rip spoked, nodding to Ryan.

They came to you and Rip picked up Amethyst. "I'll take this". Rip said with a chuckle. Ryan giggled. They both adored her.

"You okay"? You bit the inside of your cheek.

"You should have told me. I would have been there". Colby sighed.

"I didnt know that. I was young. We both were. But that's no excuse. I should've told you". You walked over to the table and sat down beside him.

"I'm not trying to replace Walker as her father. I just want to be part of her life. She looks like me".

"She does. Has a smaller head then you though". You tease. Colby gasped and nudged your arm.

"I want to be there for her. Like I could babysit when you and Walker need a break. I just want her to know me. I dont have to be her dad. I can be an uncle".

"Yeah. She'd like that". You say with a smile.

"Can I be honest"? Colby looked into your eyes.

"Of course".

"When I saw her coming out of the house. I thought I was in a dream. It wasn't real. Like this little girl looked just like me. I was scared when you said she was mine. I wasnt ready to be a dad. I guess you saved yourself a hassle. Walker stepped up and I'm grateful for that cause he's probably doing a better job than I would have. I'm just not ready to take on that responsibility. I'm a horrible person". Colbys head hung low.

"Colby, you're not a bad person. I'm glad you told me this.  I'm relieved to say the least. She'll be honored to have you as an uncle. We'll just keep this between us six. No one else has to know". Your squeezed his arm.

"Thanks. I'm sorry".

"Nothing to be sorry over. We just deal with the hand we're dealt with. I'm a mom to an amazing little girl. You're going to be an awesome uncle".

"What about Walker? He'll kill me".

"Dont worry about him. I'll take care of that". You say with a smile. "But I need you to put those uncle skills to the test". You said with a smirk.

"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into"? Colby chuckled, shaking his head.

Deciding to leave Amethyst with Colby and the others for a few hours, you headed home. Hopefully by now Walker has cooled off.

Walking into the house, it was quiet. But you heard some rustling in the bedroom.

"Babe"? You called out, coming into the bedroom. Walker was laying on the bed shirtless and his pants unbuckled as if he was going to bed.

"Where's Amethyst"? Walker asked, taking the rolled up toilet paper from his nose.

"She's with her uncles".

"And her new daddy". Walker scoffed. "You here to get your things and move in with him"?

"No, you dipshit. I'm here to tell you that you're the only daddy she will ever know. Colby doesnt want that role. He's uncle Colby. He's thankful that you stepped up and took care of her. Of us". You replied, getting on the bed and sitting up beside him.

"He wouldnt just do that. He's crazy if he did".

"Baby, he got scared when he found out that she was his. He was just putting on a show. He doesnt want to ruin her life. You're daddy and he's uncle Colby. We're fine. Theres only six of us that know and we're all keeping quiet. Amethyst has a great thing going, none of us want to ruin it". You kiss his check quickly.

"Sorry, I got angry. I just didn't want him to step in and take away our bond. I didn't want to lose my family ".

"You're forgiven and you're never going to lose us". You moan, running your hand down Walkers chest, slipping your hand down his pants. "He's promised to babysit when we need a break". You whisper into Walkers ear as you nip at his ear lobe.

"I'm liking uncle Colby". Walked flipped you over on your back, his hands went to your clothed breast, squeezing them and then raking his fingers down your torso.

"Come here". You grabbed Walker by the back of his neck and pulled him to your lips. Walker shimmied out of his jeans and pulled your dress up around your hips.

"I love you so much". He grunted into the kiss as he pushed your panties to the side and thrusted in you.

"Fuck. I love you". You gasp, as he lifts your leg over his shoulder and thrusts in deep. He kissed up and down your leg. Your fingers pinch your hard nipple through your bra.

"Mmm. We should give Amethyst a sibling". Walker said way out of the blue.

"You serious"? You panted, licking your lips.

"Why not"?

"No reason". Your head fell back as the tip of Walkers cock, brushed against your gspot.

"I'm taking that as a yes". He growled, speeding up his pace. He wrapped his arm your neck and kissed you deeply with passion and lust. This little break, you could get use to it.

While Walker and you were deciding on a sibling or not. Amethyst was having the time of her life. Colby was playing tea party with her and making mud pies. He was making mud pies. She was throwing them at her other uncles as they watch.

"She's going to need a bath. A hosing off before she goes home". Lloyd chuckled.

"I'm not sure I'm fit for that. I agreed on watching her. Not putting her in water and trying not to let her drown". Colby said a little scared. The others laughed.

"Just take the water hose and rinse her off. Itll be alright". Ryan suggested.

Colby of course listens to them and starts to wash Amethyst off, well he lays the water hose down and she happily picks it up and starts spraying everyone. Theres laughter and screaming as they got sprayed.

"What's going on here"? Walker came up to the water hose party.

"He did it". Ryan, Lloyd and Jimmy all pointed to Colby who was soaked from head to toe.

"Great job". Walker shaked his head. Colby frowns. "Baby, put down the hose, please". Walker walked slowly up to Amethyst and snatched the hose away.

"I'm sorry. I'm not fit for this". Colby sighed.

"No. You're not. But she's having fun and she's alive. That's all that matters. Y/N and I have a date night every Friday night. You're going to watch Amethyst for us. Just try and not burn down our house". Walker laughed, sticking out his hand.

Colby smiled and shook it. "No promises.  Thanks Walker".

"Sure. Oh and clean this mess up. See y'all tomorrow". Walker picked up his muddy little girl and headed home. This was the life for everyone. Didnt matter how it got this way. It just is and theres no use in fixing something that isn't broke.

[mosquitotoes]

What Makes a Family

Chapter 5: Baby’s Firsts-part 1

Thanksgiving-Nov. 28, 1991

John was driving to Bobby’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. Usually, on Thanksgiving, he would pass out on the couch, holding a bucket of chicken but he decided to do something different this year. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt his boys or him to have a home-cooked meal.

“Alright, boys, leave your stuff in here.” He said, pulling into Bobby’s driveway and turning the engine off. “Yes sir, They said in unison, opening their doors and getting out with John. Grabbing Brooke and her stuff they headed up the stairs of the front porch “Yay, you’we back!” Called a little voice when the front door swung open.

“Hey Vanessa” He chuckled, walking up the steps with the boys. Bobby smiled “Y’all are just in time. The turkey and ham are about done.” He informed, shutting the door once they were all inside. “Good, I’m starving” Sam said, setting the diaper bag on the couch. “I’ll help you set the table, Bobby” John said, taking the cooler to the kitchen.

Once the food was done and the table was set they were all sitting around the big table that Bobby put out. “Daddy, we gots ta say what we’we tankful fow!” Vanessa reminded him from her seat between Sam and Dean. “Do you wanna start us off, darlin’?” He asked, carving up the ham.

Vanessa nodded excitedly “Yeah!” She exclaimed, kneeling up in the chair. “I tankful fow my new fwen Wooke!”  Bobby chuckled, carving up the turkey “Alright, what about you, Dean?” He asked, looking over at the boy. Dean grinned, his candy apple green eyes lighting up “I’m thankful for all this food!” He said happily, making John and Bobby chuckle.

After the rest had said what they were thankful for and their tummies were filled everyone gathered in the living room to watch the Dallas Cowboys versus the Pittsburgh Steelers. “Pack your pie up, boys. It’s getting late and we need to go.” John said, getting up from the couch as Sam and Dean went to the kitchen. Vanessa toddled over to John “I have hug?” She asked, putting her arms little arms up. “Of course, sweetheart” He smiled, bending down to pick her up.

As soon as he lifted her up he felt a sudden sharp pain in his back. Quickly putting her down John groaned in pain and held his back. “You alright, John?” Bobby asked, getting up from his armchair. John slowly sat down on the couch “I think I threw out my back.” He strained, putting a pillow behind him.

“I’ll get the heating pad” Bobby said, walking off toward the bathroom. Vanessa frowned “I sowwy, Unca John.” The man looked at her “It’s not your fault, honey. I’m just old.” He assured her, earning a grin from the four-year-old.

As it turned out getting pinned to a tree and sleeping on a small couch for three days straight wasn’t a good combination at all.

December 24, 1991-Broken Bow, Nebraska

Dean looked at Sam from where he stood at the window of the motel room. “What is that?” He asked, noticing his younger brother wrap something in newspaper funnies on the couch. “Present for Dad” He replied, folding up the edge. Dean scoffed “Yeah, right. Where’d you get the money? Steal it?” Sam taped down a piece “No! Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to him. Said it was real special.”

“What is it?” Dean asked, looking back at the snow. “A pony” Sam sassed back. “Very funny” Dean said, walking over and sitting down on the couch. “Dad’s gonna be here, right?” Sam asked as Dean picked up a comic book. “He’ll be here” Dean assured him, nodding. “It’s Christmas and Brookie’s first” Sam reminded him, nodding to the bassinet on the coffee table.

“He knows and he’ll be here like he is every year.” Dean said, going back to his comic. Sam nodded “Where is he anyway?” He asked. “On business.” “What kind of business?” “You know that. He sells stuff.” “What kind of stuff?” “Stuff” “Nobody ever tells me anything.” “Then quit asking” Dean said, getting up and moving to one of the beds. Sam kneeled on the couch, resting his arms on the back “Is Dad a spy?” Dean looked up from his comic “Mhm. He’s James Bond.”

“Why do we move around so much?” Sam asked. “Cause everywhere we go they get sick of your face and Brooke’s stinky diapers” Dean told him, continuing to read his comic.  Sam hopped over the couch and leaned on the back. “I’m old enough, Dean. You can tell me the truth.” He insisted. “You don’t want to know the truth. Believe me.” “Is that why we don’t talk about...mom?”

“Shut up! Don’t you ever talk about mom! Ever!” Dean snapped at him, getting off the bed. When he yelled Brooke woke up and started fussing. Dean turned and headed for the door “Wait, where are you going?” Sam asked. “Out” Dean stated, opening the door and slamming it shut once he walked out.

Sam looked over at Brooke “What did I do?” He asked, walking over and picking her up gently “Do you know what I did?” By the time Dean came back it was somewhat dark. “Thought you went out” Sam said, looking up from a comic. “Yeah to get you dinner” Dean replied, tossing him a bag of Funyuns “Don’t forget your vegetables” He told him, heading to the beds.

Sam followed and sat across from him. “I know why you keep a gun under your pillow” He said as Dean opened a can of soda. The older boy lifted his pillow and saw his gun where he had left it. “No you don’t. Stay out of my stuff” He said, putting the pillow down. “And I know why we lay down salt everywhere we go.” Sam informed him. “No, you don’t. Shut up.”

The younger boy leaned back and pulled John’s book out from the mattress, putting it on the nightstand. Dean stood up “Where’d you get that? That’s Dad’s! He’s gonna kick your ass for reading that!” Sam looked up at him “Are monster’s real?” He asked. “What? You’re crazy” Dean scoffed. “Tell me” He urged him.

Dean looked at him and sighed “I swear if you ever tell Dad I told you any of this, I will end you.” Sam nodded “Promise.” The former sat back down on the bed “Well, the first thing you have to know is we have the coolest Dad in the world. He’s a superhero.” Dean started. “He is?” “Yeah. Monsters are real. Dad fights them. He’s fighting them right now.”

“But Dad said the monsters under my bed weren’t real.” “That’s cause he already checked under there. But yeah, they’re real. Almost everything’s real.” “Is Santa real?” Dean scoffed “No” He shook his head. “If monsters are real they could get us. They could get me or Brooke.” Sam frowned.

“Dad’s not gonna let them get you two” Dean assured his little brother. “But what if they get him?” “They aren’t gonna get Dad. Dad’s, like, the best.” “I read in Dad’s book that they got Mom.” Dean sighed sharply “It’s complicated, Sam.”

“If they got Mom, they can get Dad. And if they get Dad, they can get us” Sam reasoned. “It’s not like that” Dean told him, getting up and sitting next to him. “Okay, Dad’s fine. We’re fine. Trust me. You okay?” He asked, patting his shoulder. “Yeah” Sam whispered, looking away from Dean.

This was a lot for an eight year old to take in. Sam felt as though he had been lied to. “Dad’ll be here. Just like he always is” Dean promised. “I just wanna go to sleep, okay?” Sam sniffled, turning around and laying down with his back to Dean. “It’ll all be better when you wake up” Dean told him as Sam cried quietly. “You’ll see. Promise.”

An hour after midnight Sam woke up to Dean shaking him gently “Sam, wake up. Dad was here. Look at what he brought” Dean told him, nodding to the small Christmas tree. “Dad was here?” Sam asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah! Look at this. We made a killing!” He grinned. Sam yawned “Why didn’t he try to wake me up?” He questioned.

“He tried, like, a thousand times.” He replied. “He did?” Dean nodded “Yeah. Did I tell you he would give us Christmas or what? Go on, dive in!” He encouraged. Sam quickly got out of bed, excited to see what he got, and grabbed two gifts, heading to the couch. Dean picked Brooke up gently from her bassinet and sat next to Sam as he started opening the biggest one “What is it?” He asked once Sam got it unwrapped.

“Sapphire Barbie?” Sam asked, showing him the box. Dean chuckled “Dad probably thinks you’re a girl” He teased. “Shut up” Sam laughed, opening the other gift and pulled out a sparkly baton with ribbons sticking out on each side. “Dad never showed did he?” The hazel eyed boy asked, looking over at his brother.

“Yeah, he did. I swear. Maybe that’s for Brooke” He reasoned, nodding to the baby in his arms. Sam gave him his signature bitch face “And what’s she gonna do with it besides drool on it?” He asked “Dean where’d you get this stuff?” Dean looked away from him and sighed “Nice house up the block. I swear I didn’t know they were chick presents.”

“Look I’m sure Dad would’ve been here if he could” Dean reassured him. “If he’s alive” Sam said, looking down. “Don’t say that. Of course he’s alive. He’s Dad.” He told him. Sam nodded, reaching over and grabbing something he wrapped in newspaper funnies. “Here. Take this” He said, handing it to Dean.

The older boy shook his head “No. No, that’s for Dad” He replied. “Dad lied to me. I want you to have it.” “You sure?” “I’m sure.” Dean put Brooke in his lap gently and took the small package from him, opening it and pulling out a necklace with a black cord and a golden head with horns. “Thanks, Sam. I love it” He smiled, putting on.

Sam nodded “Welcome. We should wrap these back up and take them back to that house. At least they can have a nice Christmas.” He said bitterly, picking the wrapping paper up and getting started.

Little did the boys know that John was stuck on the side of the rode with no gas. Luckily he had called Bobby and he’d be by in a few minutes. He would’ve called the boys but he lost reception before he could make a second call. John waved as Bobby pulled up “Sorry to call you out here on Christmas, Bobby” He said as his friend got out of his truck. “That’s alright. Vanessa wanted to spend Christmas with the boys anyway” Bobby smiled, getting his gas can out of the back and filling up John’s car.

“Hi Unca John!” Vanessa said, leaning out the opened window. John smiled, ruffling her hair “Hey, kiddo. Excited to see the boys and Brooke?” He asked. The four year old nodded excitedly “Yeah!” Bobby chuckled, finishing up “You’re all set, John. Let’s go see those rugrats of yours.”

March 17, 1992-Akron, Ohio

John shook both his boys awake gently “Get ready for school, boys. There’s breakfast sandwiches on the table.” He said, turning on the lights. Dean rubbed his eyes “Do we have to go to school, Dad?” He asked, sitting up. John nodded as he fed Brooke “Yes, you have to” He replied. Even though they moved around alot John still wanted them to have a good education and get good grades.

After both boys ate and got ready John drove them to school. They got to Garfield High first since it was closer to the motel. “Have a good day at school, dude” John said as Dean got out. The thirteen year old slung his backpack over his shoulder “Thanks, Dad, I will.” He smiled, shutting the door and walking up to the entrance. John smiled back “Sammy, you can come sit up front with me if ya want” He said, looking at him from the rearview mirror.

Sam shook his head without looking up from his book “No, thanks” He said, turning the page. John nodded and started driving toward Robinson Elementary. Sam was still mad at John for keeping the whole monsters thing from him. And rightfully so but boy could that kid hold a grudge.

“Have a good day, kiddo” John said, parking in front of the school. Sam closed his book, nodded and got out of the Impala, shutting the door. John sighed as he made his way into the building. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with him, Brooke.” He said, looking down at the three month old.

Brooke cooed and gave him a toothless grin as she chewed on her little gloved hand. John chuckled, driving out of the school parking lot and back to the motel. Once they were back John took off Brooke’s gloves “I know, angel. Let me get you a teething ring” He said, heading to the kitchenette as Brooke fussed. “It’s a good thing I picked some up when I got breakfast, huh?” He stated, opening the freezer and giving one to Brooke.

As soon as the ring was in her little hand she started crying and threw it on the floor. “It’s alright. Shh. We’ll go a different route” He soothed, bouncing her in his arms and opening a cabinet. John grabbed a whiskey bottle and set Brooke in her bassinet. Once he gently rubbed a droplet or two on her gums she calmed down. “See? All better” He smiled, laying her back down gently in her bassinet.

John had done that with his boys before so he really didn’t see a problem with it. “Daddy’s got some research to do so I’m sure you won’t mind watchin’ some Wiggles” He said, making a little fortress of pillows on the bed. Just as he was about to turn on the TV he heard Brooke wheezing. Walking over he saw that his little girl’s cheeks were red and splotchy and her eyes were getting puffy. “Oh shit” He whispered, grabbing Brooke and his keys.

The man bolted out the door, not bothering to lock it or put on his coat, and got into the Impala. John held Brooke close as he floored it to the hospital, praying the whole way. What would’ve been a sixteen minute drive from Econo Lodge to Summa Health System turned into only a five minute drive. John parked at the entrance and busted into the hospital, almost running into a doctor in the process. “Please help my baby!”” He said frantically, practically hyperventilating at this point.

A nurse took her gently from his arms and brought her to one of the exam rooms. The doctor put his hand on his shoulder “We’ll help, sir. Just take a deep breath and explain what happened.” When the doctor put his hand on John’s shoulder the latter felt a sense of calm wash over him. Dr. Custodio guided John to the seating area as he breathed deep “Alright, now what happened?” He asked, sitting down next to him.

Once John told him what had happened the doctor nodded “I’ve seen this pretty often. It’s likely your daughter is allergic to alcohol.” He said, standing up “I’ll go see how I can help and check back with you.” John nodded, standing as well “Thank you, Doctor” He said, shaking his hand. “No problem sir” Dr. Custodio smiled, letting go of his hand and walking off to the exam room.

“How is she, nurse?” Gabriel asked, shutting the door behind him. “A little better now. I’d do more but I’m afraid I’ll activate her powers before she’s ready.” Pele replied with her hand on Brooke’s stomach. Gabriel nodded, rolling up his sleeves “Alright, lemme take over” He said, walking to the other side of the table.

His usual honey colored eyes were bright blue as he put a glowing hand over the tiny baby before him. “Huh, not only is she allergic to alcohol but she also has asthma. Oh and Synesthesia.” Gabriel diagnosed as he continued to heal her. Soon Brooke’s cheeks and eyes were completely clear. Brooke cooed happily, grabbing at his big golden wings. Young kids and babies could see an angels wings.

Some adults could too but that meant that the angel was their guardian. Gabriel chuckled “You like those, huh?” He asked, bouncing her gently. Pele smiled “She’s growing up so fast” She remarked, playing with her curls. “Wanna hold her while I go give him an update?” Her friend asked. Pele nodded “I’d love to” She smiled, taking her gently from him.

Brooke cooed happily, grabbing at her mom’s long curls as Gabe stepped out and headed to the waiting room. John had not stopped pacing back and forth ever since the doctor went into the exam room. “How is she?” The worried father asked, chewing on his thumbnail nervously. “She’s doing just fine right now. We ran some tests and found that she is allergic to alcohol. She also has asthma but that shouldn’t affect her until she’s older.” He explained.

“Thank God” John said, looking up and breathing a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding in until now. “What do I do about her teething then?” He asked, looking at the doctor. “I suggest a cool washcloth and if that doesn’t work then tray a warm one” Dr. Custodio recommended. John nodded “When can I take her home?” He asked, switching his weight to one foot. “I’d like to keep her here for a day or two to keep an eye on her. But you’re welcome to go ahead and see her” He smiled.

John nodded, smiling back “Thanks again, doctor” He said, putting his hand out for him to shake. Dr. Custodio shook his hand, patting him arm “No problem, sir” He said before walking off down the hall. The nurse walked out of the room just as John was walking over “I’ll be by later to bring her some formula.” She smiled. The man nodded, smiling back and looking at her nametag “Thank you, Ember” He said. “It’s no problem. Oh, I need your names” She told him.

“I’m Archer Yar and she’s Natasha.” He replied. Ember nodded “Alright, thank you, Mr. Yar.” She said, heading over to the receptionist’s desk. ‘Of all the names you could’ve picked, John, you decide to go with some from Star Trek? What a nerd.’ She thought, chuckling to herself. John walked in and gingerly picked his babygirl up “Hey, princess. You doin’ alright?” He asked softly, sitting down in the little rocking chair by the bed. “I’m sorry for what I did, sweetheart.” The Hunter told her, kissing her head gently.

Pele stood by the door out of John’s line of sight and smiled, knowing she made the right choice. John rubbed her cheek with his thumb gently “You don’t know how much I love you, pumpkin” He whispered as he rocked in the chair. Brooke grinned slightly, slowly dozing off. John chuckled, glancing over at the clock and seeing it was nearing three. Grabbing his phone from his shirt pocket he dialed on of his friends.

It rang a few times before a man’s voice came through “Hello?”  John held the phone between his shoulder and ear “Hey, Caleb, it’s John. Are you anywhere near Summa Health in Akron?” He asked. “Yeah, I just got done with a hunt in Cuyahoga Falls, why? Something happen?” John got up, bouncing the sleeping baby in his arms “Long story short Brooke’s allergic to alcohol and they wanna keep her for a few days for observation. I just need a favor from you. Do you mind picking the boys up from school?”

“Course not. Just give me the directions and I’m there, man.” A few minutes went by and two young boys walked in with a man “Excuse me, ma’am” He smiled at the receptionist. “Can you tell me where Archer and Natasha Yar are?” The man questioned. The receptionist looked up from her magazine “Room 12. Right down the hall” She replied. Caleb nodded “Thank you. C’mon kiddos” He said, heading down the direction with the boys.

Caleb knocked on the door before opening to reveal John in the rocking chair feeding Brooke. “Hey, boys” He greeted as they ran in. “Hey, Dad. What happened?” Dean asked, getting on the bed with Sam. “I screwed up.” John said simply. “You remember when I would rub Sam’s gums with alcohol to help ‘em?” He asked. His eldest nodded “Yeah I remember” He said.

“Well, as it turns out Brooke’s allergic” John said, putting the bottle on the nightstand and patting her back gently. “Not really your fault, Dad” Sam spoke up. That was the first full sentence he had gotten from him in awhile. John smiled “Still I should’ve had her tested like I had you both tested for your allergies. I knew better but I assumed she’d be alright.” He told them. “And do you know what happens when you assume?” Their father questioned.

Both boys grinned “You make an ass out of you!” They said in unison. “That’s right” John chuckled. Caleb smiled “So is she gonna be okay?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe. John nodded “Yeah, she’ll be fine. The doctor fixed her up real good” He said. “Does that mean we have to spend the night here?” Dean asked.

John nodded “Fraid so, dude” He replied. “Or I can take em back to the motel and watch em until y’all come back” Caleb offered. “You sure?” John asked, looking up at him. The younger Hunter nodded “Positive. It’s been awhile since I’ve hung out with these brats” He said jokingly. John chuckled “Alright, thanks, man.”

Once the two days were up everything went back to the way it had been before.

Easter-April 19, 1992

The Winchesters were in Cape Elizabeth, Maine to visit John’s mom, Millie, and his stepdad, Oscar. They both owned a bed and breakfast called Sandcastle Cove. The fifty-seven year old woman waited on the front porch eagerly despite it being cold. Once the Impala pulled up Millie jogged over “I’m so happy to see you!” She smiled, hugging Sam and Dean tightly once they were out of the car. The boys hugged her back, smiling “Good to see you, too, Grandma” Sam said.

They really didn’t get to see each other very often but John tried to visit every Easter. Millie kissed their heads “You’ve both gotten so big!” She observed as John got out of the car. “Now, what’s this I hear about a new grandbaby?” She asked, turning to her son. John smiled, raising up the bassinet that had a four month old Brooke nestled inside.

Millie beamed “Oh, my goodness! She gorgeous, Johnny” She declared, gently scooping her out of the bassinet. Brooke cooed, grinning at her and showing off her first tooth. “Come on inside. There’s cookies waiting for you” She smiled, walking up the pathway with them. “Where’s Grandpa?” Sam asked, opening the door and walking inside. “He’s down at his auto shop. He’ll be back in a little bit” Millie told them, shutting the door once everyone was inside.

Oscar was the one who taught John everything he knew about cars. “If the weather permits would you two like to go hunt for Easter eggs with some of the local kids?” Millie asked, rocking Brooke gently and holding her close. “Yeah!” The boys exclaimed, munching down on their cookies. Just then the front door opened to Oscar. “Grandpa!” The boys said happily, running over to hug him. Oscar laughed heartily “Hey, boys! Have a good drive?” He asked, hugging them back.

“Yeah! We got to explore the lighthouse yesterday!” Sam grinned. “Ah, Two Lights. I know it well” Oscar nodded, smiling and ruffling his hair. Millie smiled “Ozzy, come meet your granddaughter” She said. Oscar walked over and gently took the baby from Millie’s arms “She’s beautiful” He smiled, looking down at her.

Once they all got acquainted Millie took the kids to the back porch to let them try their hand at whittling. They had learned when they were there last Easter. Millie sat in the rocking chair, feeding Brooke while they whittled. “You boys remember what to do right?” She asked. Sam and Dean nodded “Yes, ma’am” They said in unison, getting started.

After whittling their creations they showed them off to Oscar and John. “I tried to make the Impala” Dean said, holding it up to show them. John smiled, taking it from him gently “It looks just like it. Good job, son” He said, clapping his back. Dean smiled happily “Thanks, Dad” He beamed. “What’d you make, Sammy?” John asked, looking over at him.

“A box!” He smiled, holding it up for them to see. John smiled, taking it from him “Very nice, Sammy” He praised. “We’ll have to sand em down and lacquer or paint em” Oscar smiled. Millie looked out the window “You guys’ll have to do it later because the kids are coming. You boys ready to hunt some eggs?” She asked. “Yeah!” The boys exclaimed, grabbing a basket each.

Millie took them to the big backyard where the kids were gathered. “It’s good to see you all again!” She smiled, looking at them all “I only have one rule: Have fun!” With that the kids were off to look for eggs and Millie went back inside. Sam saw a bright green egg by the swing set.

Once he got close enough to it one of the bigger kids shoved him out of the way and picked it up. “Hey, that’s mine! I saw it first!” Sam glared, getting up and dusting himself off. The boy shrugged “So? I got it first, squirt” He smirked, pushing him again. “Hey! Give it to him and leave him alone!” came a voice.

The boy turned around and was met with candy apple green eyes glaring at him. If looks could kill the older boy would be dust. “Or what, freckles?” He taunted, pushing him slightly. “Or this!” Dean said, punching him square in the jaw. As soon as he punched him he felt pain in his knuckles.

The older boy grabbed his throbbing jaw and glared at Dean “You asked for it!” He declared, tackling him to the ground. The other kids gathered around chanting for them to fight as Sam ran inside to get someone. By the time John had come out Dean had the upper hand. Wading through the sea of children John pulled Dean off the other kid.

“Whoa! Whoa! Hold it!” He raised his voice, holding the other boy back with one hand as the chanting died down. “You have some explaining to do, boy” John said sternly, looking at Dean. They walked back inside with John’s hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Go back to hunting eggs, everyone” Millie said before pointing to the boy that started it all “Except for you. You can go home.”

John handed Dean a bag of ice and sat down next to him at the kitchen table. “Wanna explain what happened out there?” He asked as Dean iced his hand. His eldest son nodded, looking down. “Kid was picking on Sammy then he pushed me. So I punched him and he tackled me.” He explained.

“Am I in trouble?” He asked, looking back up at him. John shook his head “Nah” He said, smiling slightly “But I am gonna teach ya how to punch without hurting your knuckles, though” John chuckled, ruffling his hair.

That was an Easter they’d never forget.

[bishiglomper]

Who wants to learn about my family drama? Too bad I'm gonna post about it anyway.

So mom got pregnant at 16. Married the guy. He went into the military. I came along 8 years after my sister. It was all fine and good I guess until he came home from a deployment when i was... 12 maybe.

I bring this up because i took a 3 hour roadtrip alone with dad's wife. She spilled all sorts of beans..

So anyway. That was at least his 2nd or 3rd deployment and i guess he sent mom 70k. When he came home, there was no money. No one ever figured out where it went. Figured mom spent it. We have no idea on what. Looking back I can't think of anything she could have spent it on. I dont remember her leaving for secret trips or anything. No new items. No strangers coming around. Its a mystery.

So shit didnt really start take a turn for the worse until we moved to Ohio when I was around 14. Dad had another deployment, but this time he acquired PTSD. I never questioned why, i just figured war was obviously bound to leave you fucked up.

Dad's wife told me differently. I had to twist her arm just to give me vague cryptic keywords. Like "murder" "people who ought not be murdered" and "practically coerced him into being involved" 😳

My poor daddy. No wonder he ended up locked in his room with a swat team surrounding the house.. Until mom donkey-kicked the door in to get to him and take his gun. He witnessed some fucked up shit, even though I'm not quite sure what.

But the real juicy bit is something i didnt even know about until my late 20s. Sissy told me while we were in Ohio, my parents were involved in swinging. Knew no details other than thats where a couple of their friends came from.

The new light she'd on this topic though, was it was mom's idea. I always figured it was dad. But apparently he only did it for mom.

(His now-wife is named Stacy. I love her but i just cant call her stepmom.)

Sje said she researched the topic, and typically swingers are middle-aged couoles who married too young. (So, typical case)

Anyway. I guess mom gradually started breaking rules. Like getting permission from dad first. And she snuck around during his next deployment..

During this time, we jad a daughter of familt friends staying with us. I was only 14 but i knew this woman was trouble. She was the type who could and would totally kick your ass if you pissed her off. Questionable choices. Wild child. All that shit. But she was good to us, so.

Anyway. My niece has brought back stories from her bio-dad's side of the family. One of which being that one time whilst mom and our guest were at a bar, mom tried to get into (bio-dad's family member's pants)

I always thought wow, never knew mom couod/would do that; crazy..

But Stacy filled in some swinger drama from that time and it all fits.

(Took a break from posting to actually discuss and compare notes with my sister)

The only discrepancy is sister is adamant that this WAS dad's idea to swing.

So anyway.

The next bit of drama was my sister having the niece. We all went to Iowa because we spent summers with the aunt and everyone.

At this point we were already planning on the move to Iowa that winter.

So dad, being fed up with my 23yr old sister who was a slob, refused to get a job and support her child.. He's just like "so you can either stay here and I'll send your shit or you can come back for your shit and gtfo"

He sent her stuff. But because she had a child that half belonged to someone else and essentially moved several states away, he sued. Thankfully dad helped with the lawyer and while not perfect, my sister got the best possible deal for the situation.

But all through this, dad absolutely loved his granddaughter. And it was an asshole move, but dad only agreed to support my sister and let her stay with us if he got to name her daughter. He picked Dominatrice. (Doh-min-ah-treece) Because you can get Trixie out of it. We were all like Wtf but ok.

So the last biggest drama was the events that led to dad ghosting my niece.

So one thing that happened was dad wanted to take little niecey out to lunch. She was 5ish. Sister couldnt get work off though, but hes all "its fine, I'll just pick her up and drop her back off"

But sissy was able to leave and met them. But as soon as she did he's like "you know what, im actually gonna go ahead and take off"

Which created a slurry of suspicious thought like "wtf is going on, did i foil plans to whisk my daughter back with them?"

When sissy told me this, I figured it was either just a weird mix of coincidence that set off alarm bells or weird timing. Or both. I'm 100% confident dad didnt plan anything. What was he going to do with her? Its not like he'd be able to kidnap her and go off grid never to be found again. Also was he going to just raise her? None of that makes sense.

Anyway. The big blowout didnt happen until dad was on his way back to virginia and the niece was due to be picked up from ohio. He offered to pick her up along the way and we were supposed to go up after them and spend vacatipn with them.

Sister told him no, he couldn't do that. He asked why. She tried to avoid answering him, but eventually told him that it was in the court order that he not be left alone with the child. Probably because he CAUSED the whole custody fiasco.

But this was the first he'd heard of it. So he was understandably upset. And then he tried hounding her for answers, for proof. Send him the document stating this. It escalated until he would jusy be yelling and svreaming over the phone and make sissy cry until mom had to shut down the phone calls.

I asked my sister why she didn't just show him the proof. Like, thats all he wanted.

She said it was not her job to prove it to him. It was public record, he could do it him damn self.

Stacy told me he tried, but couldn't get it because niece was a minor.

When I told Sissy this, she gave me the SNOTTIEST facial expression which i think meant "well, shit." Mixed with a mocking sort of "he's still a whiny-piss-baby"

So yeah. We're only visiting because after like 9 years dad reached out after forcibly pushing all this anger and feels down in effort to reconcile. Sissy is attempting to but at the same time feels he's too toxic to bother with and doesnt want him near her kids.

All because after this went down, he then ghosted the niece. He used to call her and send her gifts all the time. Her little heart was absolutely broken when he started ignoring her. Stacy told hom not to do that, so the general consensus was that it was indeed a dick move.

His reasoning though was "my daughter thinks i want to kidnap my grandchild, how can i reach out and have a relationship with her without incriminating myself?"

So yeah. Stacy and I are very alike in the fact that we both are able to see both sides of an argument. I'm glad i got to see the other side because apparently dad told her (about the dicorce and everything) "they'll figure out what happened and realize its not all my fault"

Like, uh. No? How were we supposed to reach that conclusion? And i dont know about my sister, but i was a self-absorbed naive teenager, I wasnt aware of jack shit. 😂

And that is the story of the day. :D

In other news, I wrote this while dad finally got his gallbladder surgery and we worried he'd either bleed out or have a heart complication and die. Aaaand he was out in like an hour and a half. So far he's good. Now we can visit the aquarium without stewing in anxiety. Hooray!

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A Snipers Siege

Hey yall! So this is a small scene that I wrote up quite a while ago actually, but I never really had the courage to post before. In fact this is the first bit of my writing i’ve showed to anyone really. So please, go ahead and give your feedback. Im excited to hear how I can improve, or if i’ve done anything well!

A Snipers Siege

I pulled back the bolt on my rifle, already scanning the buildings for targets. By the time the bolt was back in place, I found him. Shotgunner, who didn't seem to understand where the gunshot came from. I braced my rifle against my shoulder, barrel on the crumbling remains of the wall, and sighted him up. I only took a few seconds to steady my breathing, then squeezed the trigger. A second later, he whirled around, blood spraying out from his back, and fell to the floor. His body tightened reflexively and fired off a shot from his shotgun.

Their second squadmate dying put them into action. The other four quickly started taking cover. I pulled back on the bolt again, this time slowing down as I waited for reposition, maybe decide i'm somewhere else, or nudge their head out just enough.

A few seconds later I got my wish, and I saw a helmet poking over the rim of the kitchen counter. He probably thought such a small target was safe from across the street, and I was eager to prove them wrong. I found my target and fired. With a spark the helmet bounced and rolled out of the kitchen into the living room, but there seemed to be no reaction from his team.

No quick repositioning or attempt to grab his body. However, a hand popped around the corner and pointed across the street, directly at my building. I swore and crouched low, starting to move. I moved across my little nest and went prone where most of the top floor of my building had blown away. I fell for their trick, something I should've seen immediately, and they had eyes on my building at least. Overlooking a target-rich environment for three days had made me cocky, less vigilant.

I shouldered my rifle once more and quickly re-sighted them. They were still, as far as I could tell, in the same places. I could see the occasional bit of grey uniform poking out from their cover, but they stood still.

I could move. I'd grown accustomed to the nest I made and it lasted me for three days, but a snipers greatest gift was mobility and stealth. Especially when that sniper had no fire support to speak and still needed to last another three days at least until the main force comes in.

But could I safely relocate with a squad just across the street? I sure as hell didn't want to meet them on the street itself, they'd fuck me up quick. We were at an impasse. They couldn't move out of the way without exposing themselves to me. But they had their eyes on my position and if I tried moving might be able to take me out. Yet on the other hand if I waited here too long, they'd surely have reinforcements coming and I definitely couldn't take on anymore.

Hell, these rebels didn't really understand the importance of conserving resources. They might go for overkill and call in artillery to take me out if I was in range of their guns. Which, if the intel was to be believes, I most surely was.

I figured i'd take my chances. I started to slowly crawl away from my former position until I was sure they'd see me If I went any further. I immediately bolted upright and sprinted for the crumbling remains of the door. Just as I thought, gunfire immediately peppered my position, knocking up dust and rubble as I ran. I felt something swipe at my leg, like a claw grabbing for me last minute, before I practically threw myself down the stairwell.

Looking up, I saw the gunfire exiting through the doorway for a few more seconds before it stopped. I quickly got up and started to head downstairs. I sling my rifle onto my back and then un-holstered my pistol. I held it at the ready, while simultaneously wishing I chose to take my former spotter's carbine. What seemed like a gesture of respect at the time put me at a disadvantage.

I aimed it down the stairwell in the unlikely event that they were there. Granted, even though if they started to leave their building exactly as I did there was no way they'd be here. Yet my lack of vigilance got me into the mess. I won't screw up again.

It was quiet until I managed to reach the service entrance of the apartment building I was in. If they were going to hurry to catch me they'd just head for the front entrance that'd face them. Hopefully I could avoid a confrontation all together.

I exited into a parking lot which held the charred and burnt wrecks of cars. I had managed to get halfway across before gunfire sparked off the hood of one of the wrecks right by me. I quickly went down into a crouch, taking cover behind it.

It didn't take me long to find the shooter. He was across the parking lot taking pot shots at me. Yet he was on his own. His team must've entered through the front and he was sent to secure the back.

That was troubling on its own. These rebels had barely been commoners with daddys old shotgun, occasionally getting lucky shots on us. This unit had knowledge of tactics, and was sure as hell using it.

I must've poked my head up a little too high as he let loose another burst of gunfire. It stopped when I took cover and I could hear him faintly saying, "I've got him pinned in the parking lot. Hurry."

Fuck. I was close to escape. If I could get past him and out of the parking lot, I could probably lose them in the streets. I'd been here a long time, much longer than these chumps, and knew the area better.

Instead of poking over, I inched around the corner of the car and fired a few shots at where I thought his position was. Thankfully there was no return fire, so I must've gotten it right, but there was no way in hell I got him. I could hear my rounds bouncing off the metal of the car he was hiding behind.

However, I did use the moment to move forward. I kept firing, hoping he wouldn't realize I was trying to relocate and barely fired my clip's last round before I took cover behind a dumpster somewhat closer to him. Immediately, return fire came out and saturated my old location. I got lucky, he didn't have a clue where I was.  

I quickly peeked around and saw that he realized I was gone and was looking all around the area. The barrel of his rifle followed wherever his line of sight was as he scanned the area. He leaned to what i assumed was a microphone on his collar and said, "I lost him. Hasn't left the area but i'm not sure-"

This was my chance. He had forgotten to take cover and was preoccupied with talking to his team. I quickly poked around, leveled my pistol, and fired several rounds. The first perfectly hit its mark, getting him in the chest. He recoiled from the force of the round, in time for his right arm to take the second round. However this unbalanced him, causing him to fall back and inadvertently dodge my last two rounds.

I immediately ran forward, reloading my pistol as I did so. I got close to his cover and quickly circled around. He had a hand on his rifle and already leveled it at me. Thank god he decided to try his hand at aiming an automatic with one hand. One round whizzed by my cheek, while the rest shot straight up. Immediately, just a split second after, I fired at the man laying on his back before me.

He grunted and writhed with each shot until finally he went limp in front of me. I sighed and took a second to gather myself before I heard a door slam open on the other side of the lot.

The squad made it through the building and out the other end, almost immediately sighting me. I broke into a sprint, leaving the parking lot and exiting out onto the street. They fired off a few shots that went wide as I ran off. I turned left down a specific street I knew was practically a pile of rubble. I ran down it a few meters before making a sharp right into a nearby alley. Thankfully here there was plenty of alleys and short streets that I could be lost in. Yet I realized that they hadn't made a pursuit.

I ducked into an old cafe and went up the stairs leading up to a small apartment on top. I quickly searched each room, making sure I didn't have any unwanted visitors before finding a space in the corner to sit down. WHile I didn't think I was pursued, no way did they find me. I kept an eye on the door just the same, and was grateful for the window that gave me a line of sight over the entrance.

Rebels are sentimental and I got lucky again in that regard. They probably stopped to attend to the man I killed and decided I wasnt worth it.

I frowned at the thought. Lucky again? I shouldn't have to use luck at all. I was slipping. Two weeks in this city, and three days in a building I thought was safe made me clumsy. I was missing things. If I didn't shape up, or get help soon, I wouldn't make it until the reinforcements got here.

Sitting down in that corner made me realize. I was exhausted. Now that the adrenaline was ebbing away, I felt my eyes dragging themselves down of their own accord. No, I had to stay awake. If I escaped them, just to have them stumble on me asleep in a corner of my hiding place and shoot me, i'd probably go to hell. That's a Cardinal Sin right?

Still, I couldn't help it. I realized i was just zoning out in the direction of the doorway. Someone could've walked in, aimed my own gun at me, said, "I'm gonna kill you alright?" and I wouldn't have noticed.

Fuck it. I'll rig the hall with noisemakers, shut the door, and hope i'm not so dead to the world that i'll ignore it. I got up and forced myself to look for bits of metal such as tin cans I could hang from bits of string. When I finally did I sat down, and almost on automatic, started to thread the string through little holes in the bits of metal. I actually nodded off at one point doing so, but snapped back awake when my dumbass dropped a can.

I tied several strings of these noisemakers to bits of rubble on the floor. If the string was disturbed, itd cause the cans to shake and rattle, waking me up. My spotter showed me the trick a while ago.

I frowned, finishing up the last string. My spotter.

My thoughts went back to his death just yesterday. Unit 2274 was just walking down the street, kicking around an old ball he found. I'd always found it fascinating that he found ways to relax in a warzone. In training, they always told us to never let our guard down.

If the sergeants saw him like this, just walking around without a care in the world, they would've shot him before the rebel did. Fucking rebels. I was about to tell 2274 to knock it off when his head snapped back and an instant later I heard the crack of a rifle. He fell back to the ground, blood pooling from the new hole in his skull.

We were encouraged to have a disconnect between soldiers. If one of us fell in battle, we needed to grab whatever useful gear they had and finish the mission. BUt seeing 227- no.

Seeing Michael, just fall like that. One moment kicking around a toy and the next, just sprawled on the floor and lifeless. It gave me an understanding of what we were. We weren't just bodies made to hold gear. We weren't unit numbers. And we *weren't* disposable.

I realized I was daydreaming, stuck in that day. I got back up and moved to the room I was in before, back to my corner. I found a jacket that got left behind when the city was evacuated and wrapped that around myself as a blanket. Making one last glance around the room, I sighed. The days couldn't come slower if they tried.

I tucked my head down into the jacket, taking one more large breath, and then promptly fell asleep.