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slocumjoe · 1 year

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could you do companion react to sole just kissing them? like, we can assume they’re really close and basically a situation ship at this point. you’re writing is so unique and thought out and I would love to see your take!

Companions react to Sole Doing The Damn Thing

*ringing a giant church bell i should not have access to* GAGE STANS COME GET YALL JUICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cait; That's not going to go over well with Cait. Her first instinct—and her strongest—when someone tries to kiss her, is violence. Sole is getting a broken nose out of this. Though, as her knuckles connect, her brain will catch up and realize oh. But luckily, Cait has some time to process what just happened. Because Sole kinda...needs some medical attention...Sole can't tell what Cait's flustered about, the kiss or the punch. Cait says they're seeing shit and to shut the fuck up. But...she, red as her hair, will lean in, and quickly kiss their nose better.

Curie; Probably also not immediately happy...Curie canonically gets and is frustrated with people coming on to her, and her own instincts might not be murder...but Sole will be getting an incrediblely nasty look before she remembers who they are. Most likely to still not appreciate it fully after realizing. She'd rather properly discuss their feelings first before moving into anything physical. Curie is a very proper, by-the-books woman. And she had a courting itinerary! She'll take this as a cue to get started on that bucket list, but the first one was surprising Sole and ask them out...she was going to make dinner and everything!

Danse; Are you trying to kill him. The only companion to make a noise. Freezes up, goes ramrod stiff. Doesn't move, doesn't breath, doesn't do anything for much longer than is considered normal. The best course of action, here, for Sole, is to just keep kissing him and hope his brain auto-starts. It's like trying to jumpstart a dead car battery, y'know? If Sole kisses and backs away, there is a very real chance Danse will misinterpret it or convince himself he imagined it. But if they keep going...well. Nothing to misunderstand there, right? The Thoughts don't come until later. Head is EMPTY.

Deacon; stares at them for a few seconds, blinking. Flashes some finger guns with an "ayyyy" and runs the fuck away. The bitch flees the scene. Why would you do this to Deacon? This is almost as mean as doing it to Danse. Best bet is to let him run, grabbing is just going to postpone the running. He'll spend a few days in isolation like some kind of monk. Think about it, his feelings, Sole's, what he wants. Then he goes back and does the same shit to Sole when they aren't paying attention. No one surprises Freaky Deac and gets away with it. No one.

Gage; As Sole gets closer, he notices and intuits that they're going in for it...but, nah, no way. Why would they? But...but they are, right? What else could that be? No, surely—wait, are they? What are you doing? No? No. But maybe? Yes? YES? OH ITS YES, FUCK, WHY DIDNT YA MOVE YOU DUMB SHIT? Imagine Sole going in, Gage tensing and doing 3d calculations, and the Jaws tune playing. Like Deacon, don't try to keep going. Gage is recoiling and grabbing him as he's backing away triggers Fight instinct. He recoils, takes one hard look at them, and says, in that voice smooth as piss and vinegar, "Now, what the fuck was that?" Is that what he meant to say? Nope! And Gage will forever suffer the memory of basically going 'ew' the first time his partner kissed him.

Hancock; Off to the races. Think about it? About what, how good they are at kissing? And sneaking up on him, evidently? Nope! Hancock knows where to go from here. Hancock spends the next month worrying himself sick about jumping into a relationship with someone he loves dearly, without knowing if he himself is capable of upholding his end of the relationship. Ends up crying in Nick's lap about how he's ruined everything. Sole has to explain to him they've basically been in a relationship for a few months and he's doing fine, please be easier with yourself.

MacCready; I FORGOT DEAR RATBOY MacCready was married, and I have to imagine that two teenagers getting together would have done something similar...So, Mac will 100% be stumbling and flustered, but he's not going to brick like others. You'll get an awkward, blushy Bobby grinning at Sole, asking if they really feel that way? He wasn't just imagining it? Oh, nice. So, you wanna...talk, or...keep doing what you're doing? He's good with both. Real good.

Nick; Oh, we're done dancing around this? Great. If Sole wants to just get jiggy right away, will ask gently if they can discuss the Elephant first. But Nick isn't shocked or anything. This has been going on long enough, it was either happening or it wasn't. Well, now its happening. He'd blow a party favor if he had one. Anyway, he's all too happy to finally get this sorted out and started. Even happier he wasn't the one who had to bring it up. He could have, but God, that never fails to twist the guts up.

Piper; Very similar to Nick. Okay, so, are we a thing, or are you teasing? What's your angle, here, what are we doing? The longer the situationship has been going, the more suspicious she is. If Sole fails to sufficiently explain in the 3 seconds they have to, Piper huffs, leans in, and quickly kisses them back. There. Now we're even. If Sole goes back in for their revenge, great news, they've convinced her. Now how about they actually have a relationship now. Piper has done the half-on, half-off thing, and uh...no.

Preston; has too many issues to just throw himself into a relationship like that...especially if he can't pinpoint where it started. Similar to Curie, it doesn't matter how close he is with Sole, he would rather have talked about it first. I mean, he's happy, and flustered, but beneath the dopey grin, he's a little exasperated. C'mon, he had a whole conversation planned, and Sole pops that cherry with one kiss? Alright, works for him. Not complaining. But maybe give a guy some warning? Like, are they dating? Have they been dating? They really need to define this relationship.

X6-88; Haha, you think Sole is going to catch him off—oh shit they did. And...they survived? Wow, they are powerful. X6-88's reaction is the same as Gage's, calculations and all. Except, when he demands an explanation, it is exactly what he intended to say. Seriously, what is this gesture? You're supposed to do it with your romantic partner, but he's seen people do it with someone who decidedly wasn't. He's also seen family members kiss each other on the cheek, and friends. And he's heard of Curie's people kissing everyone regardless. So, what is this? Sole has to explain to him this one is romantic and I'm trying to pursue you romantically. At that point he panics and its a mess from there. Lots of internal crisis, lots of Nick banging pots and pans, screaming YOU HAVE FEELINGS, PANIC IS A FEELING.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #hancock #porter gage #why do i keep making the jaws tune Gage x Sole's theme song

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chaos-grimlin · 1 year

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Maybe a stu macher x reader where stu likes the reader but he has to pretend he doesn't because he's with Tatum and every time a guy get close he gets really protective. Soon the reader is assigned a project with a guy and stu convinces billy to do the call/kill thing. The reader defends herself and gets away but is really banged up but the guy wasn't as lucky. The next day at school stu protect her from the press and they start to get closer. Sorry if this is long😬.

Alrighty! Thanks for the request! And dont worry if its long! I dont mind i got nothing else to do! I just love getting requests!!hope it's what you want!if not ill rewrite it

Fuck her i want you~ (Stu macher x fem reader)

(All in 3rd person and is a fem reader like the other request by this person said!)

Stu didn't know if his feelings for her were true or not. At first he thought they were just the shock of having a new person in their friend group after all these years, but, after a few months, Stu realized it wasnt shock... It was love.

Stu was shocked by his own feelings towards Y/n. Stu hasn't felt love in forever, he thought that the feeling of love died when he helped Billy kill Sidneys mother then found out that, if she got in the way, he'd have to kill Tatum too..

So..Stu fell out of love with Tatum, "why love someone youll end up killing?" Stu had always said to himself. And after a bit, he no longer felt the feeling of love, till Y/n came along.

He loved every bit of her. From top to bottom and even her personality. Stu loved it all.

Yet... Stu couldn't be with Y/n...because he had to stay with Tatum in order for Billy's plans to murder Sidney would go right. So all the desperately in love boy could do was watch as his feelings for you grew to the point that suffocated him.

Stu would watch Y/n from afar, watching her every step..stalking her.

Y/n was never aware of this, she'd always feel eyes watching her, but she never knew it was her bestfriend. Y/n would never expect Stu to stalk her..but..she did find one thing odd about him..

Stu always showed up as if on purpose when some guy or girl got too close, too flirty, or too touchy with her.

Y/n thought Stu was just being a good friend, protecting her from creeps, when in reality, Stu was becoming obsessed with her and didn't want anyone to take her from him..it got to the point Stu would spit out threats to Randy or Billy if they got too close or too touchy...Stu would do anything to keep her from being taken..

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"So, tonight at 6?" A brown haired boy asked Y/n as he raised an eyebrow at her.

Y/n nodded her head with a smile as she clutched her books tightly agaisnt her chest. "Yes! 6. Ill have everything set out and ready by then" Y/n said. "Alrighty then, see ya later" the boy said with a wave before turning on his heels and walking off.

Little did they know that Stu keep a sharp eye on them both, listening to every word that was spoken.

Stu watched at the boy walked off, fist pumping the air as he did.

Stu felt anger boil inside of him. "Why was HE going to HER house?!" Stu asked himself as he bit the inside of his cheek and clenched his fist tightly. That lowlife couldn't take her from him!

Stu's breathing became unsteady as he watched the boy walk up to his friends and start laughing and talking.

"Stu! You okay?" A gruff voice called out.

Stu cranned his neck and looked behind him, only to see his partner in crime, Billy Loomis.

"No im not fine" Stu said through gritted teeth and he fixated his eyes back onto the boy.

"Well what the hell is wrong?" Billy asked with a sigh. "That boy..the one with the Letterman jacket and brown shoulder length hair.. Hes going over to Y/n's tonight" Stu hissed out. "Okay...and?" Billy asked, not seeing why his friend was so pissed off.

"What of he tries something? What if he hurts her Billy?" Stu answered Billy's question with more questions. "Stu... They just have a proje-" "i dont care he shouldnt be going to her house!" Stu said, Cutting Billy off then turning around to face him. "You cant kill everyone who goes around her" Billy argued "it would give us away" he added. Stu rolled his eyes like a toddler. Billy knew that if Stu killed every girl or guy that got close to Y/n it would give them both away and neither of them wanted to end up in jail just yet.

"Just this once?" Stu pleaded. Billy let a long sigh escape his lips as he pinched the bridge of nose. "Fine..."

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Y/n swayed to the music that played through out her house as she got ready to start of her project. She laid out paper, glue, scissors, tape, snacks, and more.

Y/n hummed along to the music as she sat down a bowl of chips. And right at that moment her phone rung.

Y/ns eyes snapped over to the phone before she skipped over to the phone, took it off the hook and pressed it to her ear. "Hellllo?" Y/n said as she popped a chip onto her mouth.

"Well hello there" a deep distorted voice said from the other side of the line. "Heh, who is this?" Y/n said as she twirled the phone cord around her pointer finger. "Who is this?" The man said, asking the same question.

"Well..this is Y/n L/n, you may be looking for my parents... Mr and Mrs L/n" Y/n said, trailing off slightly. "Oh no no your who I was looking for" the man called out. "Oh..well...who is this?" Y/n asked again, tapping her foot onto the ground. "Oh well dont worry about that... All you need to know is that i know you and you know me." the voice purred out.

At that time there was a knock on the door. "Oh i gotta go! Bye bye" Y/n said quickly as she hung the phone back onto the hook, letting the call disconnect.

Y/n rushed over to the front door and fumbled as she opened it.

"Hey!" Y/n said as her e/c eyes locked onto a pair of green ones.

"Hey " the boy said.

Y/n moved out of the way and let the boy walk in, not knowing that she was being watched.

Stu and Billy sat behind a bundle of bushes. Stu lowered the voice changer and gripped the burner phone tightly in his hand, so tightly it could have cracked the screen. "Calm down dont get your panties in a wad, he'll be dead soon" Billy huffed out as he pulled the white father death mask over his face.

"He needs to be dead soon.." Stu said.

Billy signed. He had never seen his side of Stu.. The side that wanted people that were not involved dead...

"Go.. Ill call her again" Stu said as he held the voice changer close to his lips and the phone to his ear.

"So how do you wanna do this?" Y/n asked as she fixed her shorts. "Hm.. I was thinking we could do everything on a timelinish scale, but...spice it up ya know?" The boy said as he took his Letterman jacket off and laid it on the floor beside him.

"Nice jacket" Y/n said as he eyes trailed over the jacket. "Oh..uh..thanks" the boy choked out. "Were did you get it?" She asked. "I played football here last year so i got it." The boy said with a shrug. "Ah cool! Also what was your name again?" Y/n asked, going off topic. "Oliver"

(No not a character from scream i made Oliver up)

Y/n nodded, and once she did, the phone rang again.

A sight escaped her lips as she forced a smile. "Ill be back" she said before standing up and walking to the phone and picking it up. "Hello" she said.

"Hello again pretty lady" the same distorted voice said through the phone. "Okay, who the hell is this?" She said, putting her hand on her hip. "Oh no one but a secret admirer of yours." The voice cooed. Y/n was at a loss for words. He struggled to regain her voice. "Hey, stop calling me okay? Im busy" "DONT YOU HANG UP ON ME"

At that, Y/n froze. "Yeah.. Now you listen.."

Y/n stayed quiet.

"I know you wanna go back and have...fun...with that boy you carelessly let in...but! You are mine! If anyone tries to take you from me i swear their organs will be spread all over town.. You hear me?!"

Out of panic, Y/n slammed that phone down onto the hook. "Help me lock the doors and windows!" Y/n choked out as she rushed to the side window and shut the latch. "What? Why?" Oliver questioned. "HELP ME LOCK THE DOORS AND WINDOWS DAME IT!" Y/n screeched out as she looked at Oliver.

Oliver nodded as he rushed off and locked the front door.

Y/n looked back at the window, only for her blood to run cold as she was met with the dark black eyes of the father death mask.

A scream escaped her throat as the masked person punched the glass, breaking it.

Y/n stumbled back as the person pulled theirself through the broken window.

"RUN!" Y/n screamed as she started running.

Y/n rushed to the front door as Oliver looked back and saw the person.

Oliver's eyes went wide as he fumbled with the lock. "Fuck fuck fuck" the boy muttered as he soon opened the door.

Y/n grabbed ahold of his hand as they both ran. Y/n stole a glance back only to see the person running at full speed at her at Oliver.

Y/n forced her legs to run faster but, in the end, like every tragic story..

Her feet caught onto each other and she fell, bringing Oliver down with her.

Y/ns head hit the concrete road, scraping at her exposed skin.

Oliver stumbled, but didn't fall.

"Um..they are catching up to us..GET THE FUCK UPP" Oliver screamed as he pulled Y/n up by her arm and practically dragged her up.

Y/ns head was spinning as she ran.

She head bellowing footsteps right behind her, and what followed was pain rushing through her back.

A blood curdling scream left her throat as the knife the person had sliced down her back.

Y/n felt the blood trickle down her body as the person grabbed her wrist, pulled her away from Oliver and carelessly threw her to the floor.

Y/n's head bounced off the road as she was thrown.

Her head was throbbing and her vision was fading in and out, and before long, she lost conciousness, the last the she flet before she passed out was blood peppering her skin....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip to maybe 2 weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n slowly walking up to Woodsboro high, her brain still foggy since she had just left the hospital.

Her conscious was overloaded with guilt as she saw countless news reporters lining around the school, doing reports on the brutal murder of Oliver..

Y/n flet tears flood into her eyes as she hung her head low.

"Y/n!" A voice called out.

Y/n peered up and saw Stu rushing up to her, a concerned look dawning his face.

Stu had told Billy not to hurt her,but, he sliced her back.

Y/n was quick to rush up to Stu and engulf him into a tight hug, burying her face in his chest as tears pooled from her eyes.

Stu froze for a second before he quickly hugged Y/n back, pulling her closer to him.

This is what Stu wanted..

Stu yearned for her touch..he longed to feel you near him..and now he got what he wanted.

"Y/n!!" A pitchy voice rang out.

Y/n pulled away from Stu as she saw a flood of news reporters start to swarm her.

"Is it true Oliver woods was murdered in front of you?" "Was there a reason the killer spared you?" "Is what what you told police true?!"

Y/n felt her brain overload as she watched at the cameras that were on her and all the microphones that were shoved into her face.

"Leave her alone!" Stu hissed out as he pulled Y/n to his side and started to force himself and her through the crowd of news reporters.

Y/n gripped onto stu like a child as they walked.

Y/n toned out all their questions. And soon, she no longer was surrounded by reporters.

Y/n looked up at Stu with tear filled eyes as he looked down at her.

"Hey don't cry.. They arent going to bother you.. Im here to help you " he said softly as he cupped her cheek and used his thumb to wipe away her stray tears.

Y/n felt..calm... Around Stu..

Like all her worry and guilt dripped off her bones when Stu came around.

"Thanks" she whispered...

And at that... Y/n hardly ever left his side..

they became clsoer and closer and Stu fell more in love..

And he knew for a fact that he would have her after Billy kills Tatum...

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #scream #stu macher x fem reader #y/n #scream 1 #billy loomis

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magewolf-the-artist · 1 month

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Ahh, Charles Brook my beloved

1. Me when I first started drawing this doodle dump: Oh golly gee brain, what should we draw first? My brain: Charles on a toddler leash with Susan holding it and looking tired Me: Wowie sounds fun! Yeah this doodle pretty much summarizes their dynamic in the Domestic K-9 AU

2. There's a graphic description of somebody being killed in the next paragraph so feel free to skip over it

To make a long-ish story short, Charles was snooping around the backstage area as his daughter, Lily's, birthday was wrapping up, he found Susan on death's door inside the Banny animatronic and freaks tf out, Bon finds him and they play a terrifying little game of hide and seek, and just as Charles thinks he's fine, WHAM! His faces gets smashed into the floor by Bon, turning his skull into a fine mush and killing him pretty much instantly. Ironically in this AU at least, his death was the most merciful because he at least got the insta-kill treatment rather than suffering through hours or days of agony. I imagine in death, his face kinda sags forward. Kinda like a bag of sand taped to a wood plank.

3. So semi-recently I think, Charles was confirmed to have ADHD, and I saw some doodles by @xzbat-loverzx about one of him stims being clicking a pen and I thought, "Ah yes, perfect". Not really a ton else to this doodle, except I can imagine BSI employees constantly leaving pens and pencils behind whenever they stay at the K-9 Facility

4. This one is my favorite and the one I'm the most excited to explain!

So the first few weeks or so at the K-9 facility was, to put it lightly, a fucking nightmare for Charles (and Rosemary but I'll cover that another time). He was constantly eaten away by guilt, shame, anger, fear, and sadness and generally he was an incoherent, delusional wreck, even on his good days. At some point he managed to get it into his head that he could break out of the facility by body slamming the walls which, A, they are made of solid concrete, and B, even if he did break them, he'd be greeted by an avalanche of dirt. But again, he wasn't really in his right mind at the time

Susan was kind of in a hell of her own during that time considering she'd have to be the one to repair him afterwards. Those episodes are actually the reason the plastic casing on the Boozoo animatronic's upper right arm and the left hand is missing, because at some point they sustained so damage that they just fell off. Susan didn't exactly have a ton of patience for this, and his incoherent babblings whenever she would pull him away would only make her more pissed off. This isn't entire fair to him of course, as he is not at all in his right mind, but in fairness to her, the idiot would slam himself into the walls whenever she took her eyes off of him for even a SECOND, even if it was just to retrieve tools or spare parts from the tool closet.

Eventually what happens is that Susan convinces Bon to hold him down while she goes over to the tool closet and retrieve whatever thing she needs, idk man, I'm not into robotics. When she gets back, Charles is unusually quiet and Bon is trying not to laugh his ass off. Oddly enough, he doesn't take the opportunity to make some snide comment or mock either of them while she works, he stares at the both of them silently.

Once that's done, Susan very begrudgingly thanks him for the help and, with possibly the most shit eating, Cheshire cat, smug as fuck grin, Bon replies, "That's what friends are for." And then she smacks him.

#the walten files #walten files #susan woodings #twf fanart #twf banny #twf bon #charles brook #the walten files fanart #twf boozoo #twf #twf susan #twf charles #Domestic K-9

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 1 year

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Pretty Boy

Summary:You catch El Sin Nombre's eye while she's being interrogated but you caught the colonel's eye way before

Type:Scenario:Valerie x M!Reader: Alejandro X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

When you heard they got El Sin Nombre you didn't expect a woman. Mainly because everyone said it was a man, a powerful one at that, so you just expected a man. But you were quite blown away when you saw her. Just zoning out in the corner, just from her beauty alone. But once you heard a pissed Alejandro yell you snapped out of it. Taking a step back so Alejandro didn't accidentally bump into you, that's when she noticed you, just standing behind Soap quitely. You looked a little nervous like you were new to the military.

"Who's that? In the corner"

Valeria said making Alejandro snap his head toward you, along with everyone else. You froze as you made eye contact with her, your whole body tensing as she smirked your way. Valeria was watching you like you were her prey. Alejandro looked back at her, glaring daggering toward her.

"He is non of your concern"

That made you a little sad, which confused you, she was an enemy you shouldn't be feeling this way toward her.

"Alejandro, that isn't for you to decide. Let the boy tell me himself"

She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and put her arm on the back of the chair. You blushed a little as you made eye contact again. This time an angry Alejandro was walking your way. He slightly grabbed your vest and pulled you close. Your face got even redder as the colonel got close to your face.

"Don't tell her anything, just tell her your name alright , nothing else"

You nodded, way more quickly than you should have. You were flustered, to say the least. You looked back at Valeria, she gave you a look telling you to speak basically.

"I-"

You looked at Alejandro nervously. He just nodded. Gulping nervous and turning your head back to Valerie.

"I'm y/n, y/n l/n"

She smiled.

"So, y/n. Tell me, why are you with these guys? When you could be working with me"

You froze again, you didn't expect that question from her. But the answer was obvious, you wanted to help people. Not kill them.

"Ey, don't ask questions, Valerie"

Alejandro sounded mad as he slightly pushed you behind him, in a protective manner.

"Like I said before, I don't take orders from you Alejandro. Let the man talk"

Alejandro wasn't going to let her keep asking questions, and definitely wasn't gonna let you answer. He knew she'd be able to convince you to join her, you were a newer recruit, and didn't have experience of this so you probably won't know. Alejandro didn't want to think you were stupid but either way, he wasn't gonna let you get near her.

"No. Don't ask him questions, you don't ask the questions. We do."

Now they both looked mad. Everyone else on the room felt alittle awkward and slowly left the room so you three could handle it. Now with only you, Alejandro, and Valerie in the room she looked at you.

"Look pretty boy, you don't have to listen to...him. you could work with me, or something else"

She had leaned forward when she said that, mentioning to something else. You didn't know how to respond, luckily for you Alejandro did.

"Don't try it. He isn't going with you, got it? He stays with me"

Alejandro grabbed your hand and pushed you behind him even more, to the point were you couldn't see Valerie unless you looked over his shoulder. Which you did. Standing on your tipy toes and looking over his shoulder, you seen an angry looking Valerie.

"Really? Your gonna be like this? Grow up Alejandro, the man isn't yours."

She sounded more stern than before, and angry. Alejandro just huffed keeping you behind him at all times. Alejandro didn't know which side you'd take and didn't want to risk it either way. He couldn't lose you, your to important to him.

"He's staying with us, alight? Valerie. He won't go with you, he's in the military, not working with you, with El Sin Nombre"

Alejandro looked behind him, at you.

"He's staying with me"

Those two words made your heart flutter, but made Valerie mad.

"Really? Then let him pick."

You could see the fear strike Alejandro, feeling him tense up you know he was scared of losing you. Especially to Valerie. She had her ways of getting under his skin, but this? This was crossing the line. But it was your choice, and you could tell as soon as he pulled you from behind him, now having them both in full view. This should ne easy, Alejandro saved you, he was there from the beginning. You couldn't leave him behind, or Rudy. They were important to you, like brothers. You three stuck together in Mexico, where you guys first met. They pulled you away from the hardships you were facing, the hardships that were killing you. You had no reason to leave Alejandro so you weren't going to. Gripping his hand Harder and stepping farther away from the woman in front of you.

"I'm not leaving Alejandro, he's done to much for me. I couldn't leave him, I'd be betraying myself, and him"

You smiled at Alejandro remembering everything he's done for you, he knew as well as you that you loved him more than anything, as he did too. Smiling Alejandro looked at Valeria.

"I told you, he's staying with me"

Alejandro turned around and took you and him outside of the room and signaled everyone else they could finish it with her. When they were inside Alejandro looked at you with a wide smile.

"Thank you y/n"

You were confused.

"What? Why are you thanking me? It should be the other way around"

Alejandro shook his head.

"No, you... stayed, you didn't go to her like many others have done. Thank you for staying with me"

You were shocked but smiled. Cupping his face with your hands, you pulled him to you. Giving him a small but sweet kiss. Now looking at his flustered face you chuckled.

"Of course I'd stay with you Alejandro, why wouldn't I?"

Alejandro smiled before hugging you, holding you tightly you could only laugh.

[A/n:Tumblr crashed in the middle of me writing this and it made me mad. But I hope you enjoyed]

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod valeria #valeria x reader #valeria cod #call of duty mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 #cod mw2 alejandro #mw2 alejandro #cod alejandro #alejandro x reader

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halfmoth-halfman · 9 months

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So I just read the new chapter, beautful work with the afterlife of Canary and seeing her father Adler again. The flames, the rage, Canary finally being SICK of it---- I am ready for the rage. I also appreicated the way her father just said "you're fault, I may have been shit and like hiring the docotor whose wife I killed wasn't the best idea, but the shit you got yourself is all you" talk bc Canary did try, but now she has that "bitch better have my money", "Jawn" Wick, Alabama riverboat brawl, 'cuz I'll air this bitch out', 'fuck it, I'll do it myself', energy that I just love to see on women *chefs kiss*. And then the face shift from Adler to Makarov really did it for me, and miss girl still held her owwwnnnnnn. She not playin' with y'all no more Graves, Kira, Makarov, 141 + Price inlcuded and even Kate (idk what she'd do, but if Canary got beef, then we all got beef).

And then her choice to go back to the land of the living bc she ain't no punk ass bitch???? Water my crops and made me want to get on my Zoom since I ain't been in session since I graduated and told myself to only take a 2 week break max then get on these job applications. Waking up and already being sarcastic and witty with Rudy is such a change to what I would've imagined her waking up like (being more frazzled, and scared, etc.). And then having everyone in the room tired as hell, weeks taken off her life and whatnot--- THEN TO BE TOLD PRICE GOT ARRESTED BC HE MURDERED HER!!!! Kate better swoop in and do her job, Shepherd better do some white people and police offer shit to get Price out so Canary can dog him for what he put her through. Then I wanna see Canary with the nine from Jamal, I need her hands Rated E for Everyone as a testmant to her last name and who tf she is and always been.

Also, your story is the first story I ever been waiting on for the chapter drop like when people wait on Rihanna for an album. I was pacing, then was like 'why tf is she in PST????' with my EST ass. And I even watched the new Zoey 102 movie to pass time then have a friend on FT bc I was STRESSED. I read through that too fucking fast, and you legit give me the energy to write, I just don't know what to write or feel that spark really. I legit sat here refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter lmfaooooo

Lots of love

aaaaaaaa thank you so much!!! 💜

i'm also ready for canary's rage, and her deciding to really embody the adler name and get her money and estate back like the queen she is. adler and canary have a very complicated relationship, and a lot of it stems from her mother's death. i think adler knows that his wife's death falls like 98% on his shoulders, but has shifted blame to canary because it's easier for him to be mad at someone else even if it's his own daughter. he's always been a little harsher on her than he was with graves, but convinced himself that it was for her own benefit and to make her stronger in the world that he was raising her to be a part of and take over.

so, of course, when everything goes down with graves and canary waltzes into purgatory/limbo while graves has control over everything, adler is pissed, regardless of the circumstances leading to that outcome. to me, he has a very black and white view of canary's situation and thinks that if she wanted to, she could've found a way out or to get rid of graves when it's not that simple. for canary, it feels like just another thing he's blaming her for, and she's realizing that almost every man in her life - graves, makarov, adler, shepherd, even price - are all the same; they all see her as a tool to be used, a bargaining chip, and she's not having it anymore. canary really is out for blood now, but whether or not the 141 is going to be included in that is undecided.

i don't think there was any other choice for her than to go back. like wanting to continue the story aside, adler was right when he figured she wouldn't be able to live with herself letting graves win, and canary knew that. sure, if she'd stayed she would get to see her mother and not have to worry about makarov or price or anyone else, but letting graves get away with no consequences after everything he's done to her? absolutely not.

i think she is a bit frazzled, but also more resolute after talking with her father. she knows what needs to be done, she knows she's going to need the 141 to do it, but she also knows she doesn't have to be happy and nice about it either. cordial, yes, but she's not going to forget what they accused her of anytime soon.

who knows what shepherd is going to do with price, but i can absolutely tell you canary's hands are rated e for everyone 24/7 365. she is out for blood, and she doesn't intend on taking any prisoners.

"refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter" LMAOOOOO i'm so glad that you're enjoying this fic that much omg, i love reading through everyone's thoughts about where the story's going to go. honestly, you guys give me a lot of inspiration to write these chapters, esp after the 12k one because ngl that chapter was kinda draining for me to write, but y'all made it worth it! 💜

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Drunk Promise

Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: drunk, worrying about drunk people because thats a whole ass warning, break up, general angst

Author’s Note: hi love thank you so much for being so patient!!! I hope you like it love <3

Requested: by anon, snuabajaha so!! i was thinking abt leon and yn, and yk, leon definitely has some issues such as anxiety nd stuff. imagine if leon and yn used to date but they broke up because of it: maybe leon just thought that she'd be better without him, or maybe that she deserves more

i was thinking a lot actually, maybe one day the boy is drinking (a little bit too much) and remembering some moments of him and yn before they broke up, and he calls her.....

this is just so random, a dump maybe, but i decided to send you because your fics are just magical. you don't have to do anything with this plot if you don't like it, even tho I'd really like to see how it turns out with your writing!

i hope you have a good day or night, remember to drink water and eat something nice today 🤍

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The news was droning on.

There was a new story about Terrasave, the place that Claire was working at right now. You listened, though you weren’t sure why. If Claire needed your help she would call you. But you watched it anyway. Leon didn’t even work with Terrasave but as you sat there on your couch you convinced yourself that maybe he was helping Claire in some capacity. Maybe you would see a glimpse of that easily recognizable hair.

You tried not to remember the night Leon broke up with you. It hurt you every time you thought about it and it had been a month. You were consistently convincing yourself you were over him.

Even as you sat here, hoping to see him.

You’re better off without me, he had said. My line of work is too dangerous for relationships, he argued.

I could get you killed at any time.

I don’t like that you’re working with Claire more. It’s not safe.

I’m drinking the normal amount.

We need to break up.

I'm breaking up with you.

His words, always so sweet and careful, felt like knives in your skin that night. And you hadn’t spoken to him since. Why would you? After he said all of that, he sure as hell was convinced he didn’t need you. Claire told you he was just trying to help you but you knew better than that. Something was going on in his head and he didn’t want you there to try and figure it out.

You were coming to terms with it.

Slowly.

Beside you, your phone was ringing. You picked it up, not even looking at the caller ID because you were faking focus on the television.

“Hello,” you said, voice monotone. Silence. You rolled your eyes, tilting your head. “Hello?” “Hi.”

You knew that quiet raspy voice anywhere. You were startled to hear him on the other end. The sound of his voice was a comfort even though you could tell he was drunk. He had a subtle slur. He was good at pretending he wasn’t drunk but his voice always gave him away too easily.

“Leon,” you breathed. “What do you want?” You were angry. Of course you were! He had hurt you and left you and you had every right to be pissed at him. But you also didn’t want him to hang up. You wanted to hear his voice. And you needed to hear what he had to say.

“I was talking to Claire.” You didn’t say anything. “And she said you were okay.” You remained silent, forcing him to dig himself into a hole or dig himself out of one. “And I just wanted to see. If you are okay.”

“I don’t know why you think you deserve an answer to that question Leon.”

“I know. I’m sorry I just…” You could hear him shaking his head. It was quiet on the other side, he must have been at home. “I’ve been thinking about you. I miss you. I miss you so much. But I said I can’t have you because I don’t want you to die,” he whispered. He sounded like he was pouting. You could practically see his face, eyebrows knitted and a deep frown on his cute face.

“Leon, I'm not gonna die.”

“But you will! If you stayed with me, you would’ve been eaten up by a zombie or a dog or a bioweapon or a-”

“I get it Leon.”

“I miss you. I miss you.” You held still, like it would help you not feel something when he spoke those words you wanted so badly for him to say. “My life isn’t good without you. In fact, it’s bad.”

“Leon, you broke up with me.”

“But I did it because I love you too much. Why can’t I just love you and not worry about you?”

“Are you home Leon?”

“No.” You could lightly hear something in the background like bells or chimes or something.

“Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I just told you I wasn’t. Why aren’t you listening?” You shook your head, getting up.

“Leon, where are you?” You grabbed your jacket and slid on your shoes, worrying about going into overdrive. “Are you close to home?”

“Yes,” he whispered. You grabbed your jacket, opening the door to your apartment.

“Where-” you started and jumped, almost running right into Leon. You hung up the phone and stared at him. “Did you drive here?”

“No. Clarie drove me.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“You fucked up.” He nodded.

“I fucked up.”

“How do I know you won’t just run away when you sober up?”

“I haven’t sobered up in…a little bit, admittedly.” You stared at him. You shouldn’t be even entertaining this. “But I won’t run away. Drunk promise.”

“You get to sleep on the couch.”

“That sounds amazing. I miss your couch so much.” You rolled your eyes and moved aside.

“Fine. Come inside.”

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desertdragon · 2 years

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2, 22 and 34 for Vaste.

2. How stubborn is your character?

I wouldn't say so stubborn that everything is something he can't budge on, but absolutely the issues and beliefs close to his heart or the situations where he finds it's difficult to change them or back out. Whatever or whomever he's invested in (including his ideas on himself), that's where he's stubborn. You might be able to convince him to change his mind on some of those, but others he will never give up. On a lesser scale he's stubborn about menial things he enjoys for himself; however he's not so stubborn he insists others change their taste to match his in that regard. Stubborn where it counts at the end of the day. That's also how others would frame it when speaking about him.

22. At the peak of their fury, do they tend to be destructive? If so, how?

He's very destructive both at others and on himself. Her anger wasn't always this way because when growing up a lot of that peak anger manifested as self hate she channeled into trying to improve where she lacked. As WoL though the stressors around her turn that temper into true rage. There's too many issues and no proper channels for any of it anymore. Not only that but her problems become more than not fitting in, now they get people killed. It creates a pressure cooker situation inside, where she gets used to wrestling anger under the barest control until it can burst, on the battlefield or otherwise.

Instances like when Ishgard's stratified society pissed her off so much she was seconds from killing every noble house member and said it to their faces? Pressure cooker. Killing a share of allies on wider battlefields because the rage needed for her momentum in killing Garleans was overwhelming? Pressure cooker. Snapping at people who press her buttons to the point of physically threatening them so they get the message? Pressure cooker. Excessive violence used because she hates what she's doing and why? Pressure cooker.

The worst of it includes violence, but she'll burn relationships without a second thought. She'll threaten without a second thought. On the political scale she's untouchable, and her rage reinforces how she can lash out or do whatever she wants with no one to raise a hand unless they want to die. Most of the time she's managed it by turning it inward to keep killing herself in various ways, but the anger is the trigger. And that anger often comes from being misunderstood, not just righteous reasons or reactions to abuse.

By contrast however she's largely docile toward loved ones. She would never threaten or raise a hand to them; she still blames herself whenever things go wrong or she disappoints them (or thinks she disappointed them) which leads to more acts of self destruction. Usually negative pessimistic thinking in that case. The positive though is if this level of anger was learned as a response to trauma stressors, then it can be unlearned or managed when those stressors go away. Post WoL Vaste has become a much calmer person who avoids destruction as much as possible, largely in part because the stressors are no more. In a stable environment, she can be stable. I think that's something missing when people talk about anger issues and destructive responses in real life too- or they downplay its importance to focus on punishments instead.

34. If they could go back in time, would your character change anything in their past? If so, What?

I feel like I've answered this before but I can't remember lol. This is an idea she's thought about countless times whenever she's in a spiral. Lots of self destruction in beating herself up for what's now beyond her control, "I should have done this." "I'm a bad person for forgetting/not knowing/not considering that." "Past me made so many bad choices, present me is bound to continue them because of my track record." etc. Very much longing for the what ifs when she's low.

With that mindset I'd think she'd go back and try doing over multiple decisions; staying in these alternate worlds long enough to see their changed impact. What if she wasn't in that clearing and met Hydaelyn? What if she had spared more people? What if she had said no when asked things that violate or demean her and others? What if she left the Scions? What if she never left the desert? Those are the most common what ifs that run through her mind.

In the end she can't do any of these, so instead she learns to accept it's not happening. She has to live with what's in front of her and stop giving those what ifs their power to eat her. It's a fantasy to toy with but in time it loses its power and becomes largely forgotten as life improves.

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swtor-tairisiu · 8 months

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Miniya walked the streets of this bustling ecumenopolis marveling. For everything the Empire did have, it didn't have any ecumenopolis planets, at least not yet. And this was the crown jewel of ecumenopoli, nearly a trillion people lived here officially, and probably closer to 2-3 trillion if you could ever count the underlevels.

Miniya had two advantages here. First, her saber crystal was a gold/blue color. After Annora had helped her find a crystal, she'd never had the heart to bend it to her will and was now glad that she had not. From a distance it looked bright orange, which was acceptable if not liked within the empire, but here? It was perfectly fine. And when she was here, on this city world, she forgot about being Sith and just existed, her saberstaff hidden under a trench coat, not belonging to any organization, not taking anyone's orders, not trying to prove anything to anyone. Here, Min could just be.

Now 27 levels below the surface she walked towards a bar she preferred when visiting here when two men stepped in front of her. Her face fell to an annoyed look.

"Aw, lookee here! A cute dyke fer the takin'! Want us to show ya what yer missin', bitch?"

Unlike perhaps a typical Coruscant citizen, and certainly showing none of the restraint that a Jedi might show, she instantly force pushed the man on the left across the corridor and straight into a reinforcement pillar. He collapsed, not moving. Min began force choking the talker when the force itself told her there was danger behind, so she ragdoll threw the man to her right, spun, pulled her saberstaff, and ignited it, taking a defensive stance to see who was behind her.

There were three men, with cuffs, a captive's hood, and ropes, but seeing their two compatriots instantly rendered irrelevant, they froze, debating whether to run or try to attack. And waiting was exactly the wrong thing to do. Min Phantom Strode right to the center man in a blink, her saberstaff splitting the man on her right vertically almost instantly. A hard jab to her left drove the left blade straight into the chest of the man on her left. And at that, the center man fainted, pissing himself in the proceess.

Annoyed, because these levels were still patrolled, even if sporadically, she left the four corpses and dragged the one survivor to a stairwell, then roughly down 20 more levels, almost certainly beyond the depth of patrols. She found an abandoned shop, dragged him inside to a ransacked, mostly empty back room, cuffed him with his own cuffs, then tied him tightly to a chair. Finding a bucket, she filled it with water and splashed the man, waking him, and sparing him the embarrassment of realizing that he'd pissed himself at the same time.

She grabbed a chair for herself. spun it, then straddled it with her arms across the top as she faced the man, letting him come to a full awareness of his situation. As he did, his eyes grew wide.

"So you're catching young women and selling them off as sex slaves? After maybe using them yourself?"

The man's chin quivered in terror. "Jedi aren't supposed to kill people like that!"

Min stood up, pulling lightning between her fingers. "I'm no Jedi, kid. Now you're going to answer all my questions, and you're going to convince me you're telling the truth, or this is gonna get bad, really bad for you." She snapped her right hand toward the man, electricity leaping off her fingers as he screamed.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Thus began a grueling interrogation.

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Miniya stood over the bodies. It hadn't even been hard to do. And she'd even announced her own presence, giving them a chance to surrender but these idiots thought blasters were a match for her?

She strode to the shipping containers slashing the locks with her blade, opening each. Within she found young women, teen girls, even pre-teen girls. The containers reaked of filth and body odor and the women within cowered in fear. She extended her hand to one young girl, barely 13 if that but she spoke to all of them.

"Come, I'm getting you out of here."

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She had gotten the women and children aboard her modified XS freighter that she used inside Republic space but wasn't sure where to take them when she decided to call Kelli Daas. Kelli answered in short order.

"I rescued them, Kelli, but I don't know what to do for them now. Where can I take them that will be safe?"

Kelli's voice showed no hesitation at all. "Take them to the Nubus system, to Nubia itself, and land at the spaceport in Nubia City. Then ask for Cara Dylis. Tell her Kelli Daas sent you. They'll be taken care of then."

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Coruscant HoloNet News was covering a story of a massacre that happened on the 64th level below the surface. Apparently, an entire slaving operation had been wiped out but no one knew what happened to those captured who would have been sold off as slaves. And no one seemed to know who killed these slavers. But finally, one teen girl on that level spoke to a freelance journalist. Her voice trembled in admiration as she described the woman with the saberstaff who'd freed those captured by the slavers. And then she told the journalist this wasn't the first time that woman had helped people in the deep underground.

The reporter had gone back to her office, debating whether to publish this description, a description that would likely result in either the capture of this vigilante or the vigilante vanishing forever.

Her boss wandered over. "Get us a scoop on this massacre yet?"

She looked up from her datapad and then just shook her head as she pressed delete on the file she'd just been reading. "I'll let you know if I find anything though."

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themackenzieboydchronicles · 1 year

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Mack is rushed to Hospital.

Mackron Fanfic.

"Have you been down here all night?" said Aaron to Mack who was pouring himself a whisky. "Please don't tell me you've drank a full bottle of whisky. You're supposed to be helping Nate today"

"A bottle and a half actually. Me and Lucy are over for good Aaron" Mack sobbed.

"Please don't start with the waterworks" said Aaron.

"Did she actually say that?" Aaron asked.

"She didn't need to" said Mack "I'm going to Kim's to talk to her" said Mack reaching for his car keys.

"Like hell you are" said Aaron "You're pissed. Do you really think she'd talk to you in that state?"

"What am I going to do Aaron?" Mack sobbed "She's convinced Chloe's baby is mine" he said putting his tartan jacket on.

"How many of these have you had?" Aaron asked picking up a pack of co - codamol that had fallen on the floor.

"Can't remember" said Mack swaying from side to side.

"Give me my car keys" Mack urged.

"You are getting in that car over my dead body" said Aaron pulling Mack back by his jacket causing him to stumble and fall and knock himself out.

"Mack" Aaron shouted trying to bring Mack round. "Shit he's bleeding" Aaron said to himself ringing for an ambulance.

"What happened here?" the ambulance crew asked.

"He's drunk at least one bottle of Whisky and taken some of these but don't know how many" said Aaron.

"Well we can't bring him round" the paramedic said "We'll have to take him in"

The ambulance arrived at the hospital on blue lights where Mack was sent for a scan.

"He hasn't regained concienceness yet" the doctor told Aaron "How much has he had to drink?"

"He's had at least one bottle of whisky as far as I know" Aaron replied. "And Co- Codamol tablets"

"We'll have to pump his stomach and he'll need stitches in his head wound" the doctor told Aaron who was in tears by now.

"What you doing here Aaron?" said Wendy who was working at the hospital.

"Wendy. I'm here with Mack" he had a fall and he's got a head injury and they're pumping his stomach. I was going to ring Nate as he is supposed to be at the farm"

"I'll ring him if you want" said Wendy "As I can see you're a bit shaken up"

"Thanks Wendy" said Aaron.

"Nate can't come but Matty said he will" said Wendy.

"Where is he?" said Matty as he arrived at the hospital.

"They're pumping his stomach" said Aaron who told Matty about Lucy and Chloe.

"I saw Chloe yesterday and she was telling everyone in the pub that it was Moira that Al was having the affair with" said Matty "This village is cursed I swear it" said Matty "No way was it mum"

"Moira wasn't having an affair with Al" said Aaron "I can vouch for that"

"They're bringing Mack back" said Matty as they wheeled him into the side room. "Looks like he's awake now"

"Well here he is" said the nurse "He had a high level of co- codamol in his system as well. He's been very lucky. Has he done this before?"

Aaron shook his head "Mack why did you take so many co- codamol with Whisky?"

"Coz my leg was playing up" said Mack. "If you remember you put me in hospital the last time we argued and I really can't remember taking them"

"My God Mack" Aaron sobbed "We could have lost you this time and it would have been my fault. You didn't take the tablets on purpose did you Mack?"

"Of course I didn't" said Mack "I know I'm an idiot but I'd never do that to you and Lucy and my baby. I was so drunk I didn't know what I was doing"

"You two need to sort yourselves out" said Matty "One of you will kill the other one day if you don't stop fighting"

"It's my fault" said Aaron "I just see red when he does something stupid"

"Do you want me to ring Lucy Mack" Aaron asked.

"No she can't know I've been drinking again and you cant tell her about the painkillers" said Mack. "They are keeping me in overnight so I'll go up to Kim's tomorrow"

"I'm so sorry Mack" said Aaron "It was because I grabbed you to stop you from getting in your car. You fell and bashed your head"

"Well I'm grateful Aaron as I was in no fit state to drive and could have killed myself and someone else" said Mack.

"Instead I nearly killed you" said Aaron.

"No Aaron I did that myself by drinking and taking painkillers" said Mack "The doctor said I just got here in time"

"Matty you can't tell Moira about this" said Mack.

"No way" said Matty "She has enough on her plate"

"Right Mr. Boyd I'm going to take your blood pressure" said the nurse who had just come into the room.

"Well you must be a V.I.P" said the nurse "The last person I nursed in this room was a famous murderer"

"Really" said Mack.

"Yes. That girl from Emmerdale village" said the Nurse "Meena"

Aaron and Mack looked at each other in disbelief.

"Oh my God Aaron" said Mack "How unbelievable is that?"

"I told you our village is cursed" said Matty.

"Isn't it just" said Aaron.

26.11.22.

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avenirdelight · 3 years

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They Don’t Know You, I Do

Mason Mount

She’s a Chelsea player and she thinks that Chelsea only keeps her because of her relation with Mason Mount.

Mason had missed this, watching football up from the stands, mingling with the other fans. He was so used to being cheered for, sometimes he forgot how it felt to be the one who did the cheering, watching the match as a supporter and a fan. It had been more than a year since the last time he'd come down to Kingsmeadow, and even though tonight was too cold for his liking, he was still pretty thrilled to be there.

Unfortunately, the match wasn't going in the right direction for Chelsea Women. It had only been ten minutes since the match had started, but they had conceded one goal. Arsenal's striker had curled the ball just outside the penalty box and Chelsea's keeper couldn't do anything about it. And since then, Mason hadn't been able to take his eyes off the defender number fifteen, who'd looked angered when they conceded that goal.

Mason didn't think it would get worse. But the scene that happened just two minutes before the first half ended, formed a very uncomfortable feeling at the pit of his stomach.

She made a defensive error, did a very careless pass to the keeper and got the ball stolen by Arsenal who once again defeated the keeper and successfully doubled their lead. The sound of the ball hitting the back of the net was welcomed by the loud cheer of Arsenal's fans, but her infuriated scream was loud enough for him to hear. As her chest went up and down from her ragged breathing, she shook her head vigorously in disappointment.

Mason hated seeing her not playing well, it almost felt like he was the one who was playing poorly and making these mistakes, and his heart was absolutely breaking for her. He tightened his jacket and wrapped his arms around himself, it suddenly felt like it was colder tonight. He was torn between continuing to believe that they could turn this over or hoping that the match would end as soon as possible. Because he knew it wouldn't be much different. It would still be as cold when he welcomed her in the car.

—

"Yeah, I'm absolutely not going to let you drive."

Mason was absolutely right, she was being cold, proven by her greeting for him, the first thing she said after she’d opened the door on the driver's side. If anything, she looked even more pissed off than she'd been on the pitch.

"Did you drive here by yourself? I told you to call Harold," she eyed Mason with a disapproving look.

"His son is sick. And I promise you, I'm more than capable of driving," Mason tried to convince her, but she didn't in the slightest look persuaded by it. "My leg's completely fine now, I'm—"

"Mase, I'm not in the mood for a debate. Let me drive, please?" Even her pleading tone was still covered by annoyance, and Mason knew that there was no good on fighting her, it would just make everything worse. So he gave up and got out of the car, his steps were heavy, knowing that he was going to ride shotgun in silence tonight.

The thing was, Mason had picked up an injury last week and was going through recovery. He hadn't been playing, and had only been having his own sessions of very light training. He'd only been staying home. Boredom had started to kill him, so he'd thought that he could go down to Kingsmeadow today and watch her play. She'd been against it at first, but had eventually given him her permission after he’d promised to be super careful.

The drive to their home was eerily quiet. Mason had put their playlist on so it wouldn't be so suffocating. He knew she was devastated by today's three-nil result and wished she hadn't made the defensive error that cost them one goal—he was feeling the same way. He wanted to give her some words of encouragement and try to give her some comfort, but he knew he better wait. So he kept his mouth shut, leaving her with her thoughts, quiet as a mouse as if he wasn't there.

But when they stopped at the second traffic light, she suddenly broke the silence, making his heart jump a little bit.

"Maybe, it's true, you know," she muttered. Mason turned his head instantly and looked at her. His eyebrows raised slightly as he tried to figure out what she was saying. "Maybe those comments are true."

"What comments?" Mason carefully asked. She didn't answer right away, tightening her grip on the steering wheel with eyes still focused on the road.

"The things people say..." She hesitated again, as if she didn't want to say what she was going to say out loud. "Chelsea is only keeping me because I'm Mason Mount's girlfriend."

"Hey, you know that's not true. That's nonsense."

"Yeah, but if I keep playing this poorly, it might be true."

"But you won't. And it won't be true."

She didn't give him any response and Mason was in a dilemma whether to take the conversation further or not, because she also sounded hesitant bringing up the uncomfortable topic. His heart clenched. The thing that she’d just said really bothered him.

Mason knew she hadn't been at her best in the past few months. It had become people's favourite thing to say lately every time they saw her not playing well. People said that she was still in Chelsea only because of her relation to Mason Mount. They had made up some rubbish about how Mason probably begged Chelsea to keep her, or that the club only kept her because she came from the academy, and all sorts of mean things that Mason would never understand why some people had the heart to say. And he had never thought that she would actually listen to those haters.

He wanted to make sure that she didn't actually believe that, but she seemed to have already been drowned in her own thoughts again. So all Mason did was let out a silent sigh as he tried to calm down his mind and fought all the questions that were already at the tip of his tongue. The concern that was sitting at the bottom of his heart was starting to grow, as he realised that she might be at an even lower point than he'd initially thought, that her situation was worse than what he'd understood. He was the one injured, but he knew she needed help too, probably more than he did.

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Her heart dropped when she opened the bathroom door. The smell of fresh roses tickled her senses, the red flower petals were scattered across the floor. Her eyes scanned over the candle-lit bathroom, admiring how beautiful the state it was in. Her night lamp was set just beside the bathtub, projecting beautiful stars to the ceilings. Her tensed body immediately softened up and all the screaming voices in her chaotic mind all died down. She clearly didn't expect this; she didn't even know she needed this.

She turned her head and looked at Mason over her shoulder. The man got a small smile plastered across his face, giving her the confirmation that he was the one who planned it.

"God, I've been so awful to you," she sighed, realising what he had done for her. He'd been the one who got hurt, yet she hadn't done anything close to this to try making him feel better.

The guilt started to tug at her heart. She leaned back on the wall and gazed at Mason with an apologetic look. Mason stepped closer to her and gently took her hands.

"No, you haven't. You're just worried about me and when you do, you can be scary sometimes, but it's nothing that I can't handle," he said, teasing her with a smirk. "And you know what? I can also be so worried about you."

His smirk turned into a fond smile and it was enough to warm her heart. He slowly guided her into the bathroom. "This is the least that I can do to make you feel better today. So how about you enjoy your bath, and then I'll see you downstairs for dinner, yeah?"

"No... I— I want you to stay. Please?" She didn't want to let go of his hand, holding it tighter. "You can go in with me, enough room for two."

Mason chuckled. "I'll just sit here, okay?" He said as he sat on the edge of the marble bathtub.

She let out a long and relieving sigh as soon as she submerged her body up to her shoulders in the warm water. Mason had even prepared her favourite bath bombs. The overfamiliar lavender scent soothed her instantly.

Well, it wasn't really Mason who literally prepared all of this. He'd planned it down to the details, a romantic bath and a candle light dinner, and he'd gotten their friends to execute it for him. No special occasion, he said, he’d just wanted to make a little surprise. It touched her how he’d managed to do it, she'd never expected it at all as today was just an ordinary matchday.

"How are you feeling?" Mason asked. He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth, he probably should've waited until after dinner. The mood quickly shifted and the sad look was back on her face again.

She simply shrugged, looked away from Mason and played with the bubbles in the water absentmindedly. She knew Mason would bring this up, and she didn't know if she was ready for the big talk.

The reason why she didn't want Mason to come to her match wasn't just because she was worried about him, with his injury and everything. It was also because she didn't want him to see her play poorly. She'd told him a few weeks ago, about how she hadn't been doing well. Things had only been going down since, but she hadn't updated Mason about it because Mason had enough things to worry about. She hated that Mason had to find out like this.

"About what you said earlier, it's just not true, babe. You can't let those people get into your heads. They don't know you, I do," Mason broke the silence, trying to convey his take on this thing very carefully so it wouldn't hurt her more. "I know you. I know your talent and what you can do."

Mason got down and sat on the floor, so he would be eye-leveled with her. He lay his arm out on the bathtub's edge, and kept searching for her eyes that were avoiding him.

"I witnessed you grow, from having a kickabout in our neighbourhood's park, to your first professional match, and winning your first league trophy." Mason reminisced about their childhood, and he even didn't realise the proud smile that was formed on his face. "I know all the amazing things that you're blessed with."

"People don't care about the story or the past, Mase. They only want to know about what's going on right now." The anger in her voice didn't surprise him, but it surprised her. She clenched her jaw as an effort to get herself composed. She didn't want to upset Mason, not after what he'd done for her tonight. "Even if I truly have it in me, it's nothing if I don't show it," she continued in a much calmer voice.

"But it doesn't make all the ridiculous things they say true, they just say whatever they want to please themselves." Mason said, also reminding himself not to get his tone up. "The club keeps you because they believe in you. They need you. You're one of the best they’ve got." He believed in that and it showed in his voice.

She shook her head lightly and let out a loud sigh. She pulled her knees close to her chest and hugged them with her arms. "I just feel like losing it... Like I'm forgetting what I can really do..." Her voice went very weak. "Sometimes when I feel like I've got it and I can do it, I still end up doing so poorly. It's embarrassing."

"No, it's not embarrassing. We're human, babe. We get tired, we make mistakes, we get to our lowest sometimes. It happened to me too, remember?"

She nodded. "But I'm afraid that I'm not as strong as you are..."

"You're definitely stronger than me. Can't you see? You're going through your own battle, yet you're still taking good care of me." Mason took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. "I've been too focused on my injury. I'm sorry I haven't been doing the same for you."

The corners of her lips twitched up, forming a smile. She squeezed Mason's hand back. "You're doing it now."

"I'm always here if you need me. You can ask me anything, anytime, babe. Even though I'm also not at my best. We always go through everything together, don't we? Please don't forget that."

Not afraid of getting his lips wet, Mason put a gentle kiss on her hand. He copied the small smile that was spread across her face as they locked their eyes on each other.

Her heart had felt so heavy before, but listening to everything that Mason had said had truly made her heart more at ease. She'd been feeling so alone lately, thinking that she was the only one who could solve her problems, afraid that she would be a burden if she shared it with Mason this time. She was thankful that Mason reminded her that he always got her back no matter what.

"Hey, you hear me?"

"Yes... Yes." She nodded her head again, with more certainty this time. "I need you. I need help figuring all of this out."

"We'll do it together, okay? But do you know what's the first thing you need to do?" He raised his eyebrows and she did the same. "Stop worrying about me, and let me drive you to work tomorrow."

She squinted her eyes and pursed her lips as she considered Mason's request. He shook his head, he could sense that she was thinking about saying no. And for the fifty sixth time today—well, Mason didn't really count it but he knew the number was high—he tried to convince her that he was completely fine now, all the pain on his ankle was gone. He put on an "are you being serious?" face and it made her giggle. He playfully splashed some water to her face and she tried to get him back by spraying water to him with her fingers.

"Don't get me all wet!" he protested.

"Well, you might as well get in," she teased.

Mason smirked, making her heart skip a beat. He shrugged and got up on his feet. "If you insist, okay, then." She giggled, as she felt giddiness fill up her chest. But he managed to shut her up by planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

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i wrote this one very slowly for a whole week. i was stuck at first, but i took my time and tried not to rush it. i ended up loving this one so much. and i hope you liked it too<3

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blueeyedgeorgie · 3 years

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Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat, back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

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iron-stripmine · 2 years

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My opinion on the whole manatreed situation, as a victim of abuse myself.

Trigger warning for topics associated with this whole thing (Domestic Abuse, Doxxing) and for my own abuse (Child Abuse, Paranoia, Isolation, Gaslighting, Financial Abuse, Alcoholism, Blood, Suicide Attempts) because I know that if I don't give details about it, I will be attacked and have my trauma dismissed more than I already will have, and frankly I'd prefer to revisit these memories than to be accused of "Not Believing Victims" more than I already have been.

This is... A really long post tbh, and if you are wondering why I'm not using names besides Dream's and Manatreed, it is to respect the wishes of the victim.

First off, I will admit my abuse was different than the abuse manatreed was and is being accused of committing. For one, my abuser is my own mother, it occured during the majority of my childhood and a good part of my teenagehood so far, and I was encouraged to not speak up to not cause heartbreak to my grandparents.

To summarize all of it in a neat timeline, however, my mom split off from my dad on christmas due to a belief he was cheating (a single photo hugging a female college friend, both clothed and during a party hosted by his job), I was forced to move and with her, and forbidden from visiting or being visited by my dad for years, despite the fact we lived two streets away in a safe area of a small town. During that time, my mother's alcoholism worsened severely, and she'd often throw parties in our house with shady characters. She'd come and yell at me, most of the times drunk, and when she was sober she'd try to convince me my father cared more about the "sluts" he was dating, and say that whatever she did while drunk didn't matter because she wasn't sober and didn't remember it. She'd steal money my grandparents gave me, destroy my books, and deliberately use my father's support money and the money she stole to buy beer and cigarettes, or send me to buy those at the bar we lived right beside if she had a hungover.

She dated several shit men, before finally settling on a dude named alan. Alan took us to live on an isolated small farm, where I needed to walk a kilometre to get into a village, and besides also stealing my money and forcing me to give him a total of more than a thousand reais, he also liked to play "pranks" on me, such as abandoning my dog in a hole for several days, tossing a frog at me and making me piss myself during my period. My mother thought that was the funniest shit ever, didn't defend me, and took out her rage at him being a shit partner on me. She broke my phone and several other items by tossing them on the ground in rage, and forced me to either mediate her fights with them or being yelled at for being a shitty daughter who didn't care about her and her feelings. I was suicidal during most of these years, and when I wasn't planning how to kill myself or trying to manage to jump from the tallest point of my school, I was having to talk these two adults who should be taking care of me from killing themselves over the other. I was still, of course, the ungrateful good for nothing daughter who was barely scrapping by in school despite having had such good grades before her divorce with my dad. My dad himself didn't believe my abuse was "that bad" because his own girlfriend thought that, due to her childhood abuse being more physical than mine. I managed to live with him for a short while, before being sent back to my mother when she moved back into town, and she stole my house keys, broke a fan by clubbing me with it, jumped over me and pulled my hair and forced me to carry her on my back while she did so, pulled my dress off in the middle of the street at night, called me a monster and an aberration and told me i wasnt her daughter, abandoned me in the middle of our house with pools of blood at 2 am after she cut her boyfriend's wrist by knocking him on the window (and funny thing about walking with blood on your soles, it sticks to the ground worse than anything and you can literally feel it drying and flaking). After having a panic attack and having to call my dad via facebook and sending him photos with a laptop camera, I was taken back to my dad's house and I am still regularly threatened with being returned to her when hes in a bad mood and forced to interact with her for my mothly gaslighting session do the state doesn't take me away, while also having my own trauma and mental health problems considered less serious because we cant afford a therapist and get me "officially diagnosed".

So. Having all that in mind, let's talk about the manatreed situation

Even the start of it was suspicious. It was a burner account, (and suspicion number one! You shouldn't use anonymous shit to deliver controversial topics and news, because if you want to be taken seriously you should at least offer a shred of accountability yourself, and stand for what you re saying) it did not come from the victim (suspicion number two! It was speaking indirectly, and not even as "friend of a friend" just straight up a random abuse case) it doxxed the victim herself (suspicion number three, for obvious reasons when coupled with the suspicion before this one), it came out less than a day after Manatreed's first stream, of which many were outraged due to him being a random dude (suspicion number four and five. How was it that people managed to find and doxx someone so fast, and how it was so convenient that it was someone people already hated?), the connection between the supposed IRL Manatreed was that he was childhood friends with a blond dude named clayton (suspicion number six, seven, eight: clayton is not dream's name, it's clay, clayton is an extremely common name, im brazillian and know more than three people named that, and it's a meme in my country, and finally, dream has outright stated he is not blonde) and finally, in regards to the "dream housed the supposed irl manatreed", it provided a date (suspicion number nine, ten, only of the original thread: the date in which that would have happened dream was living in another location, and it said dream was 22 more than half a year before he actually was)

So. Ten points that would already be suspicious as fuck, only in the original post. Now, let's speak of the outright major bullshit, the magnum opus of straight up lies: they could definitely prove Mantreed was the supposed IRL Manatreed... By the shape of his fucking chin.

Now. Let's ignore how nearly every skinny white dude has the same facial facial features. Let's ignore how the supposed IRL Manatreed had a butt chin that Manatreed did Not. You are telling me... That you could identify someone, down to specifics identity... Out of their chin. That has no beauty marks, scars, nothing.

Cap. Fucking cap so hard.

The following thread, that less people saw but still affected the narrative, was supposedly doxxing Manatreed's sister, that shared the name with supposed IRL Manatreed's sister, and she followed Manatreed.

The problem with that is that that account straight up doesn't exist. People looked for it, it doesn't exist. The thread then posted this image

Which as multiple people pointed out, is... Blatantly photoshopped. Look at his mouth area, and the lightning, and how someone smoothened the butt chin of supposed IRL Manatreed but like. Really badly. I have done better than this on ibis paint.

But, you might say, "we got concerned because of dream's reaction."

Dream is a victim of domestic abuse himself. Dream mentions on his twitlonger (the post below this on my blog) that he panicked and "had a bit of a breakdown". Now. I want you to ignore this is dream. A victim of domestic abuse, already having experienced doxxing and people not believing them, upon seeing constant discussion of Domestic Abuse, might be... Triggered. Shocking.

After that, he then published his own twitlonger the day after, we are here now in the timeline, WITH HIM SAYING MANATREED WAS QUITTING CONTENT CREATION DUE TO ANXIETY, and people started taking it as confirmation that manatreed was an abuser, and also dismissing his own abuse and commemorating manatreed was quitting

And frankly, I do not blame him for doing anything he could to try and distract us so we would stop.

Then this whole shit was even more throughly disproved because, hey, guess what? Manatreed's Actual IRL information was published. This whole shit was proven false with another doxxing

Sincerely, fuck yall. Fuck all of yalls bloody assholes if you are doing that, you are straight up cunts, you are spreading misinformation, you are dismissing abuse victims, you handled this shit even worse than yall are saying dream & manatreed did, you all added fuel to the fire and refused to believe shit disproving it. I barely interact with the dsmp fandom as it is, but jesus christ this was a fucking cesspit.

These are my thoughts on this situation. keep peace in your hearts and critical thinking in your minds instead of discourse, goodbye

#manatreed #tw abuse #tw doxxing

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

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Tea Shop Part Three: Zuko x female reader imagine series

You struggle to come to terms with the reality Lee is Zuko and can’t get your head around the idea...until a dangerous close encourter shows you how fire nation Zuko really is.

Part One here

Part Two here

Part four here

You felt like a naive idiot. You always prided yourself on being more objective than an average air nomad, more realistic, but you'd believe Zuko was good and he betrayed his uncle and tried to kill Aang. You felt utterly bewildered and couldn’t believe the person you knew would do all those things. You made Sokka tell you all about their encounters with Zuko, every single detail, to try and get it into your head that the tea merchant you knew didn’t exist. Everything Sokka told you sounded insane but you knew it was the truth so begrudgingly you started accepting it. You were starting to see Zuko as an enemy instead of an ally and then all that work went out the window when you came face to face with him again.

The gang had landed on a secluded part of an island with a nice lake so everyone was swimming and relaxing but you didn’t want to just lie around, you wanted to explore. So you convinced Sokka to come with you for a walk into town and the two of you set off. When you heard there was beach you’re excitment peaked and Sokka relaxed his rule on staying out of sight figuring nobody here would recognise either of you. Sokka stopped to look at bags by the beach front and you walked onto the beach happily. You stood in the sand enjoying the warmth when suddenly a beach ball came flying towards you. You batted it away without thinking and sent it flying down the beach. "Great job genius" a voice called and you turned to see a very angry looking fire nation girl. "That was my ball and now you've catapulted it half way down the beach". "Sorry but it was that or get in the face so..." you joked but the girl didn’t find you funny. "Go get it" she said stiffly and something about her tone pissed you off "no" you said simply "it’s your ball". The girl went to step closer to you when her friends walked over too and a boy pulled her away from you. You mouth opened in suprise to see it was Lee or more accurately Zuko. It had only been a few months since you’d last seen him but he looked so different. His hair was longer, he was in fire nation clothes and he looked changed...he looked good. You could tell it was definitely him by how panicked he looked, which also suprised you. Was he really scared because he thought you'd reveal what he did and who he was to his friends? Surely they knew he was the prince? Then you realised he wasn't worried about himself he was worried about you. "Azula leave it" he called standing infront of her and you realised who this was. The gang had told you all about the deadly fire nation trio and sure enough you recognised the other two girls from their descriptions. The pale girl didn’t even seem to be paying attention but the pretty brunette looked at Azula worried. "This peasant disrespected me i won’t leave it" Azula snapped as Ty lee frowned "it’s okay Azula, those boys are bringing the ball back to us anyway" she smiled "they’re so nice". "Exactly so let’s just go" Zuko said and you saw Azula frown at him, you were guessing he wasn’t usually an advocate for the average person. You felt his sister scanning you and knew you had to get out of this situation right now but had no idea how. "Come on" Zuko called but Azula shook her head "no". Zuko groaned "for god sake Azula what’s your problem! Leave her alone". Azula tensed "why are you so protective of this girl zuzu?" she asked and you saw Mai look up at that and stare at you too. "I’m not" Zuko babbled "i’m just sick of your temper, why start fights with a stranger for no good reason!". Azula frowned as if she hadn’t even heard Zuko "you seem familiar" she said "have we met before?". You frowned "i...i’ve never seen you before in my life" you replied trying not to touch the burn on your arm like you always did when you were nervous. She hummed still staring at you and you waited for her to realise who you were. "I’m sick of this come on lets just go" Zuko sighed and he led Mai away. "Azula come on" he called and Ty lee tugged her arm. "Fine" Azula sighed and let them drag her away. You watched them go, facinated. So this was the real Lee then? You watched him, staring at the back of his head trying to find something, a look, a subtle nod, anything that told you he was still Lee...but Zuko seemed determined not to look back at all and he walked away like he didn’t know or care about you at all.

You came to your senses after they left and rushed away from the beach, running back up to the stalls and out of sight. You breathed heavily as what could’ve happened to you sunk in and jumped when Sokka appeared next to you. "Hey, did you get what you wanted?". "What?" you asked confused. "The beach? Is it nice?". "No it’s way too crowded lets head back" you stammered and Sokka shrugged "okay". You weren’t sure why you didn’t tell Sokka what had happened. Part of you didn't say anything because you weren't sure how to feel. You hadn't been angry when you saw Zuko more sad and confused. You’d felt embarassed he ignored you even if he had to do it given the company he was in. Another part of you didn’t say anything because you didn’t want the others to persue Zuko even if he was part of the fire nation and that thought embarassed you even more. You were very confused and so just stayed quiet as you walked further and further away from the beach.

All day you ruminated over your decision not to tell the others and even with ground between you, you couldn’t get what happened out of your head. You wanted to ask Zuko why he’d helped you on the beach, shouldn’t he hate you now? Especially given your air nomad identity or was he different to the rest of his nation? Giving up on sleep you decided to go for a walk and pretended you didn’t have an exact location in mind. You knew it was stupid and risky but you headed back to the beach and arrived quickly. It was empty and you sat down slightly disappointed. You knew Zuko wouldn’t still be there but you had to check. You sighed wondering what you’d even have said to him and were suddenly glad he wasn’t here. You didn’t know if you’d be angry at him or happy to see him, so him not being here made things a lot easier for you.

"You must have a death wish coming back here" someone called and you knew who it was.

You turned and there Zuko was walking towards you slowly. The first emotion you felt wasn't anger, he'd come back here too, just like you. "I could say the same for you" you smirked and Zuko sat down next to you. You sat beside one another in silence both of you suprised and confused by the situation you were in. "Why are you here?" he asked suddenly. "I thought you might come back here so i did" you said embarassed and he shook his head "no here on the island! Are you following us? Y/n they can’t know you’re here...if my sister knew who you were she'd....". "Pft i can handle some fire" you tried to joke but Zuko shook his head "no y/n, Azula is the best fire bender i’ve ever seen, you can’t take her and you can’t let her take you". You swallowed, you’d only been joking about handling Azula, you knew she was dangerous but hearing Zuko tell you that... "We’re not here because we’re following you" you said softly "we stopped off here and i wanted to see the beach, it was chance bumping into you i swear". Zuko looked at you and nodded "i believe you, it was just...odd". You nodded and watched him out of the corner of your eye. He looked conflicted, happy but not happy, sad but not sad. "How are you?" you couldn’t help asking "how is it being back home?". "Weird" Zuko replied "it’s changed so much...i’ve changed". “Tell me about it, the last I knew you were a tea merchant not a prince”. Zuko smiled slightly “I imagine it was a lot to take in?”. You nodded “it was but it explained a lot...your spoiled attitude for one”. Zuko smirked and you laughed. This was nice and all but you couldn’t just sit around ignoring the elephant in the room. "Why did you do it?" you couldn’t help asking and felt Zuko tense, the atmosphere now uncomfortable. "I know i don’t know you well and I know Lee isn’t really you but I still can't understand why you'd betray your uncle? Why you'd side with your sister after all she’s done? You just don’t seem like that type of person". Silence settled and stretched on for so long you got ready to leave but finally Zuko spoke. "You’re right, you don’t know me". You met his eye and saw nothing but anger and hate there. You looked away scolded and shook your head feeling deflated "back to that again huh? Back to hating each other?". "Well obviously! we’re on opposing sides y/n, what did you think was going to happen once you joined the avatar? We’re not friends". You laughed in utter surprise "ow so if i didn’t join the avatar it would've been different?" you asked "stop trying to blame me because you feel guilty for the choices you made". "You were always too prying and self rightous for your own good" he snapped “you know nothing! You’re just some waitress I worked with, you don’t know anything about me”. "Wow and there’s the fire nation prince" you smirked patronisingly "don’t know how you did such a good job hiding him before now" and stood up. "I saved you as a courtesy" Zuko called after you, his voice getting louder the further you walked "the next time i won’t". His announcement made you so mad you shook with anger. He was really threatening you for calling him out on betraying his family? He thought not letting his sister attack you owed praise? "Good" you yelled back "i don’t need anything from you. Have fun in your cursed life traitor".

Zuko’s POV

Your words hit Zuko like a strike and he glared after you burning holes in your back until you disappeared around a corner. Even though you’d gone Zuko’s anger didn’t and he angrily sent a jet of fire up into the air with a yell. Zuko sat down on the cold bench and shivered. “What’s wrong with you now?” someone asked making Zuko jump. He turned to see Azula coming towards him and looked around to make sure there was no sign you’d been here. Azula seemed relaxed so she obviously hadn’t seen you but Zuko couldn’t believe how lucky he got, if Azula had been slightly earlier or you stayed any longer...it didn’t bare thinking about. “Hello? Does that scar effect your hearing?”. “No” Zuko snapped and sighed. His temper had been bad recently and was getting worse, that’s why he’d blown up so easily. He hadn’t meant to yell at you, he’d been happy to see you and he did...had seen you as a friend. But that was certainly all ruined now he’d yelled at you. That thought made Zuko even more depressed, which he didn’t think was possible. He supposed it was best you hate him though, he was the traitor prince, he’d betrayed his uncle who only ever wanted to help him. This way he wouldn’t be able to betray you too.

1 month later

You’d regretted what you’d said to Zuko as soon as your anger feded but you were still hurt at what he’d said about you. You weren’t friends and you never were...

You decided that was the final straw and set out to make Zuko’s words a reality. Slowly you managed to lose thought of Zuko, even during the invasion of the fire nation palace you didn’t worry about seeing him, you knew now where your loyalties lied and it wasn’t with Zuko. You were done with him and getting to be okay with that.

So after finally working all that out, when you got a visitor at the western air temple you were angry to say the least. "It’s not..." you frowned looking at the figure but it was. Zuko...and he was smiling too. "Hello Zuko here" he called waving, appearing to be as calm as ever. The others all armed themselves but you just glared. Zuko looked at you all and glanced at you last. He looked down at the intenseness of your glare and you felt proud. "What do you want here?" Aang asked. Zuko explained he wanted to join you and you snorted "seriously? Now the great prince wants to grace us with his presence?" you asked. Zuko looked at you "y/n...i’m sorry for hurting you, all of you” he said looking at everyone again "what i did was wrong and i ask you to consider forgiving me". "No" you said simply "so thank you for coming but goodbye". Zuko rolled his eyes "y/n just let me explain...". "Explain what?" you asked "how you double crossed Mushi? How you hinted i’d be next?". Zuko went quiet and lowered his head. Aang touched your arm and you took that as a sign to calm down. “We can never trust you and we’ll never let you join us” Aang took over and you nodded. Zuko’s face crumpled in defeat and you sighed in relief. You watched, glaring, until Zuko walked out of sight and went inside the temple “well done Aang” you commented. "Man i thought air nomads were all peaceful" Sokka frowned. "Well guess i’m more earth nation then" you shrugged "if i see him again i’ll catapult him from this mountain". “Why are you so angry at him?” Toph asked suddenly and you laughed “you’re joking right?”. “No I get you feel betrayed but you were furious with him I could tell by your emotions and what did you mean when you said he threatenned you?”. “Yeah you never told us he did that in Ba Sing Sei” Sokka nodded and you frowned. “He didn’t threaten me per se and it wasn’t in Ba Sing Sei. I spoke to Zuko a few weeks ago". "What!" they all cried. Sokka launched in a lecture, Katara questioned you on safety, Toph called you insane while you just blushed. "This is exactly why i didn’t tell you!" you cried "i knew the risk but we were at the beach and he’d already stopped his sister from attacking me earlier that day so i figured....". "What" Sokka yelled and you sighed and just started from the very beginning. You finished your explanation and Sokka nodded. "I get why you’re angry at him" Sokka agreed and you sighed in relief. "Yeah because of what he said to me...". "No because you guys basically broke up". "What! We did not" you spluttered "we were never dating! That’s ridiculous" and stormed away angrily.

After a fitful night of sleep you woke up to the news Toph was gone. She’d seemed pretty sympathetic to Zuko yesterday so you weren’t suprised when she returned and announced she’d visit Zuko...and he’d burnt her. You helped carry her to the fountain and managed not to gloat that you were right but Toph sensed it. “I can feel you smirking” she commented. You frowned “I’m sorry you got hurt but I did tell you...”. “I may’ve been wrong but you’re letting your feelings cloud your judgement” Toph commented. You gaped “no i’m not!” and Katara frowned “guys....” when an explosion rocked the whole temple. Sparky sparky boom man was back, the assassin hired to kill you, and you all sought cover when suddenly the attacks ceased. “Zuko” Aang commented and you sighed, apparently Zuko was determined to prove his worth. Watching Aang’s reaction you felt anger, you knew what would happen. Zuko would save the day and that would win the gang over, they didn’t have as strong grudges as you.

Sure enough after the attack they let Zuko approach and listened to him. Aang vouched for him but then turned to all of you for your opinions. Aang looked at eveyone, they all met his eye apart from you. Toph and Sokka agreed, Katara hesitated but she agreed too. Finally Aang turned to you "Y/n" he said softly "will you agree to let Zuko stay?". You looked past Aang to Zuko and resisted the urge to glare. "Y/n" Aang said softly "please, i need a firebender teacher and i really think it should be him". You stared at Aang, those big brown eyes wearing you down, and sighed. You had to do what was right, Aang needed this and he was one of the last members of your nation, you couldn’t be selfish. You nodded your head stiffly “if you say you need him then okay”. Aang grinned at you before turning back to Zuko “okay you can join us”. Those words made your skin crawl and you stormed away.

It was awkward to say the least having Zuko around, all of you were reluctant to approach him but Sokka seemed to be having fun with it. As night approached Zuko asked where his room was and Sokka said he’d show him. Zuko nodded and Sokka siddled up beside you “want to show Zuko to his room yourself?" Sokka asked "so you can memorise the location". You smacked Sokka over the head in reply and he led Zuko away without another comment but had apparently put the idea in Zuko’s head.

You were laid on your bed glaring at the ceiling too angry to sleep when there was a knock on your door. You sat up cautiously and the door opened to reveal Zuko. "Hi" he said timidly and you stood up "what do you want?". Zuko blushed "i think we need to talk, privately...about what happened on ember island". "What is there to discuss? You never considered me a friend, you rejected me and left". Zuko frowned "y/n...it wasn’t like that". "Wasn’t it?" you asked and Zuko frowned "well it was but y/n i’m sorry! The things i said to you were awful but i didn’t mean them! I lashed out at you because it was you, because you make me want to be a better person, that’s why i hurt you". "Ow wow that makes it so much better thank you" you said mockingly and Zuko frowned "no, you know i didn’t mean it like that". "Well i’m sorry i didn’t take you yelling at me the right way Zuko, did i misinterpret you calling me nosy and self rightous and saying you never liked me too? Or how you saving me was just a such a nice gesture". Zuko groaned "why aren’t you listening i just said I didn’t mean any of that!". "Well i find that hard to believe" you glared "you don’t get to come here and apologise and have me forgive you, i’m angry at you". "Really you did a good job hiding that" Zuko retorted and you glared. "Get out of my room i don’t want to talk to you, ever”" you yelled and Zuko nodded "fine!" and stormed away. He slammed the door and the whole temple shook. You let out a cry of frustration and collapsed onto your bed. Zuko joining the group was going to make things complicated.

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floodingyourdmswithpee · 3 years

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This contains omorashi- pants wetting. Don't like, don't read. This is not sexual. Anyway just enjoy this thing I kinda wrote in a rush :}

“Dang, I gotta go piss, and now..” Kirishima tried not to squirm in his seat, trying not to disturb Kaminari and Ashido, who were sitting beside him. He glanced back to see Hanta and Jiro in the backseat, who seemed to be asleep. He bit his lip, stopping himself from making noise. He knew he couldn't use his quirk to hold, as the others would notice him. Kaminari, who was on his phone, heard something and turned to Kirishima. Kaminari lightly tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey dude, you okay there?” He'd ask. “It's nothing!... I, uhhh... feel a bit carsick?..” Kirishima answered back quickly. Kaminari seemed confused with his response, as he wasn't really a guy who gets motion sick. “Okay, I guess.. “ Kirishima took out his phone from his pocket, hoping to distract himself from his growing urge to piss. He was the only one who didn't use the bathroom before leaving, and Bakugo was driving. It was a 3 hour long ride, with not much stops. He didn't want to annoy him by asking him to pull over. Kirishima convinced himself that he was a man, he could hold it until they got there. 15 minutes passed, and he wasn't so sure about that. He was tightly clutching the sleeve of his jacket, slightly shaking as he looked out the window. His lip was bleeding since he was biting it. “45 minutes, you can do this, you can do this..” He told himself. Kaminari noticed this behavior. “You sure you're all good?..” He asked. “Uhh.. I just gotta take a piss..”Kirishima would quietly respond. “Why don't you ask Bakugo to pull over?.. I mean.. he'll probably let it slide..” Kaminari responded. “You know how that went last time! There aren't any bottles in this stupid car.. and all the damn soda I drank isn't helping..” Kirishima would say, sounding upset as he crossed and uncrossed his legs, hands clutching at his elbows. “Well.. We got no choice but to wait..” Kaminari would shrug, clearly not knowing what to do. “Wait, we?...” Kirishima would question. “I have to piss too, now let's just wait like, 40 minutes.” Kaminari would respond. He didn't seem to be as desperate as Kirishima was, but he had much less capacity than Kirishima did. They wouldn't last too long. 15 more minutes later, both of them were obviously uncomfortable, Kirishima more so. Ashido picked up on this, being worried about the two she would pipe up. “Kirishima? Kaminari? You both good?...” She'd ask kinda loudly, making the others look at them. “Ehh, I gotta piss pretty bad, and Kirishima has to piss way worse.." Kaminari would respond, his voice shaky and quiet. Kirishima nodded in agreement, eyes tightly shut. Ashido would worry, seeing that there was still 30 minutes before they got to their destination. "Uhhh, should we tell Bakugo?... You both seem like you're about to wet yourselves.." Ashido whispered to the two. Kaminari and Kirishima thought about it for a while. At some point the former declined, while the latter agreed. "Are you crazy?! He'll never let us!.." Kaminari complained to the redhead, who already had his hands between his legs. "It's better than the other option! Better he gets pissed off or- Shit, b-bad choice of words!... " Kirishima yelled back, making Bakugo pull over to the side of the road. "What the FUCK are you two screaming about??... It better not be something dumb!..." Bakugo loudly said, turning to the back where Kirishima, Kaminari and Ashido were. Ashido turned to the two, who both weakly put their thumbs up then quickly shoved their hands inbetween their legs. "They have to use the bathroom, pretty bad.. Y'know? Please don't kill us!" Ashido would quickly say, looking at the state the two boys beside her were in. "Ugh, fine. I had to piss anyway, we just gotta check for a gas station or something on the road." Bakugo replied, seeming less mad. "We got lucky, idiot. If he didn't agree we'd be doomed. " Kaminari told Kirishima, seeming annoyed. "Who are you calling an idiot?" Kirishima replied, his voice really quiet. Kaminari decided to shut up. After a bit, the road got really bumpy, not helping

anyone's problems as the two in the backseat who were asleep woke up, startled. Hanta had hit his head on the car light. "Ouch!... Hey, where are we?...." "Those two idiots have to take a piss, now shut up. " Bakugo quickly replied, gesturing towards Kirishima and Kaminari. About 20 minutes later, Kaminari had fallen asleep due to boredom. Kirishima on the other hand, was very awake, aware of the fact that he might piss himself in the car. With everyone else able to see him do so. And potentially causing Kaminari or maybe even Bakugo to piss themselves as well. He felt himself leak, creating a visible wet spot on the front of his shorts, making him flinch. "Shit! No, please..." He muttered, doubling over on himself trying to make it stop. It did stop. The car then hit a bump on the road.

His body completely let go. Pee spread to the seats, then down his legs. It felt horrible. He felt horrible. He couldn't help but cry. He shuddered, a hissing noise filling the car. Ashido looked at Kirishima and tapped Bakugo on the shoulder. “We have a problem....” Bakugo looked back, heard the noise and put two and two together. “Tch.. Your fault for not going before we left...” Kirishima started sobbing, piss still flowing out of him. Ashido comforts him, telling him that “It's not his fault, it's gonna be okay, just don't wake up Kaminari- “ Kirishima almost jumps. “Holy shit! I forgot about Kaminari...” Kaminari wakes up, feeling something wet near his leg. “What the fu- “ “Kirishima? D-Did you?....” Kaminari asked, still half-asleep. Kirishima could only nod, still loudly sobbing. Bakugo would pull over to a pretty secluded gas station with a bathroom and a convenience store. “Okay we're here you idiots. Shitty hair and the idiot can go take a piss or something, I'm pretty sure I'm all good.“ Kaminari dashed out of the car not noticing he was being followed by Hanta. He ran towards the bathroom, ran into the door, hitting his face. He opened the door. He would try to hold it for just a bit more so he could get into a stall, but it was too late for that. He started to wet himself in front of the stall door. A puddle formed at his feet as piss streamed down his legs. He whimpered a bit, but he didn't really cry, he just stood there. In a puddle of his own piss. Hanta walked into the bathroom, took one look at Kaminari, and locked himself into a stall. Kaminari got himself together after a while, cleaning himself up as much as he could, soon returning to the car. Kirishima on the other hand, had stopped crying thanks to the three who stayed in the car. He'd cleaned up, changed into new pants and had cried himself out. They were all pretty tired, so they found somewhere to stay for the rest of the day. Thanks for reading! <3

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border-spam · 3 years

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Leech Lord - Crux

Tyreen

Leda

There isn't anything Ty could have done differently or changed in her life that would have altered the path she would be forced down, that's totally out of her control. She's just a puppet at the end of razor wires when it comes to her decisions, her drives. It wouldn't have mattered what she had set her sights on when they reached Pandora. Could have worked in Eridium mines, could have become a merc, could have been a million different versions of herself and they all would have ended the same - a semi possessed dictator chasing after something she doesn't want and doesn't even understand, dragging her bloodied twin along behind her.

But there is one thing she could have chosen differently that would have altered that path massively, and it was what happened to her mother.

They were only 8, Troy and her, and she tries to convince herself often that that's excuse enough. Little kids can't control their temper well, right? It wasn't her fault, that's just how children that age are... except she knows that's a lie because she can distinctly remember making the choice.

"Use your words, Starlight."

Told lovingly so often, over and over by parents who wanted the best for her, who she trusted, who she knew were right every time she gave in to the anger and saw the disappointment in their eyes after, or like in Troy's as he turned and ran sobbing back towards their home while blood trickled down his shirt.

She knew they were exhausted, she knew the silence that hung like a guillotine over her brother's bed on that terrible night meant this time wasn't for her, but she'd made the choice. She could have used her words - but lashing out just felt so much better.

If she hadn't thrown that tantrum, screeching and flinging herself around the room, slamming her fists into half repaired O2 scrubbers she knew breaking would upset her parents, then Leda wouldn't have had to grab her, that slap wouldn't have come. The "Universe does not revolve around YOU, TYREEN." wouldn't have been needed, and her powers wouldn't have flared in response to the rush of uncontrolled emotion.

She made that choice.

She wanted the attention, she wanted to hurt them, she wanted Mom and Pop to stop staring at her stupid, limp, pale, wheezing brother and look at HER, and that killed their mother.

If Leda had not died that night, Troy wouldn't have lived.

If Troy hadn't lived, she never would have been able to leave Nekrotafeyo.

Would she have turned on her parents eventually, when her half of The Leech grew sick of waiting to be whole and realised the useless host it was trapped inside was unable to absorb what Troy had contained? Probably.

But she would never have reached Pandora, and that would have been for the better of the entire Universe.

Troy

"-tsk-... not like I have a choice."

That's a lie. He always did.

It's really hard to say if the reason Troy has always submitted to Tyreen is because of The Leech's influence, the Mouth commands and the Eye watches after all, or if it's just his natural disposition. For all his skill in leading, he doesn't enjoy it and never has. He likes to be useful, not in control. He wants satisfaction, not attention.

When she demanded he fly them off planet to leave Typhon and the only life he’d ever known behind like who he was didn’t matter, it didn't even cross his mind to just say no. Too conditioned from years of knowing he could be so easily overpowered mentally and physically by his stronger twin to understand how effortlessly he could drag her away from that ship and enforce his will. He's over a foot taller, even at his thinnest he massively outweighs her, and they both know her powers don't work on him.

Tyreen has been the dominant twin for practically as long as he can remember. There was a time when they were very young that they were equal physically, but as he got sicker, the gap between them grew. In Troy's mind, Tyreen is still able to push him over, crack his skull against a rock with ease. In his mind, she can still pin him while wrestling, lean weight down onto the weak side of his ribcage where there's no shoulder blade to protect it. She can twist his arm till his joints pop and then somehow convince everyone else that he’d just had an accident. She's faster, and stronger, and more dangerous than him - except in reality it's the total opposite.

He just doesn’t see what other people do so clearly.

He's fully aware of all this, but he still tells himself he has no choice, and every time he's done that he's shifted the course of his own future in a way he doesn't actually want.

He's always had a choice.

Even as she demands he turn the entire CoV towards hunting the Great Vault and abandoning everything the cult has worked towards since they birthed it, he defers to her command. Why? If he was to pin her against a wall, dare her to MAKE HIM, what would happen? If he confined her in a cell of raw Eridium, who does he actually think would fall first? He needs energy from her, yes... but Tyreen needs to feed constantly. He knows that. He knows that removed from sources to Leech from, she'd be left begging for his help well before he'd starve.

Every single time he tells himself he has no choice, he's making one.

Seifa

"You sure about this? Could use you at deck this season, gonna be a busy one, girl. Stay on, earn a bit more for the savings, cover your ass before you make the jump?"

"Nahhh Boss. It's time. Gut ain't done me wrong yet, and it's feeling like I should set out. Anyway, you won't get rid of me that easy, I'll still touch base every few months."

"Ugh... And here's me thinkin' I'd finally be done dealin' with you..."

"Hahaha, you WISH old man!"

If Sei hadn't left the fleet when she did, she would be absolutely miserable.

Not that she has any way to know that, and she'd bitch that she's miserable now anyway, but she's not really. Not in comparison.

She set out on her own earlier than the norm, just turning 20. Usually fledgers would stick around till 23, 24, long enough to have a backup cache - enough to cover a lean season of income or some bum deals, but she'd insisted she wouldn't fail, and she'd been partially right in the end.

If she'd stayed, that confidence would have slowly ebbed away. Been handed the next group of Rosk orphans to train up. Gotten attached. Gotten bored. Met someone who liked her enough to tolerate him and justify pushing her leaving date back a couple of years. Then a couple more. Then a few more... till even she knew it was just lip service and she wasn't going anywhere.

The next Rosk in a line of Rosks raising more Rosks and withering away in relative success till she'd take Boss's role when he eventually pissed off to the great beyond.

Never would have touched Pandora.

Wouldn't have cared about whatever was happening on that rock, with the Dune Witch and that, what was it, the "Crawling Sorrow" or something? Whole planet was being consumed by a mad space sorceresss from one side, and a curse or something from the other.

Deserved it anyway. Fuckin shithole, lol.

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