#back broke. car broke. house broke. bank account broke.
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so my garage door broke
#in the likely event you haven’t been keeping up#within the span oc two months the#sewage line backed up#the ac broke#the house was infested w fleas#my car battery died#the exterminator tried to steal money from my bank account#the power went out#and now my garage door is broken and I just sliced my thumb open trying to fix it#456 words#negative#also all of this is happening when I’m at home alone
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HELP ME PLEASE!!!!!
Long story short: I'm unemployed and will not, unlike what I originally thought, qualify for unemployment benefits.
Please read the readmore for additional context on why I'm unemployed. This post is basically a continuation/update/redo of this post. I'm suffering a sickness with no medicine the past week, applied for almost 100 jobs the last two weeks, am disabled/queer/nonbinary/tired of ebegging. I'm also in the negatives in my bank account because my car payment came out, so I need to get that covered.
pp/vm/ca
$250/$1151.51
i need at least $511.51 of this by the first. please spread if you're financially unable to help, every person this reaches helps! here's the breakdown of the costs:
$640 - car payment + late fees
$380 - rent
$131.51 - negative amount in bank currently
Oh hey thanks for stopping by to read this annoying tale of woe and being angry at capitalism. Prepare for wall of text.
I once had two jobs. The first job, at a chain restaurant, was a bit of a clique-y experience where I was working my damndest to be the best bartender they ever had. I still have all the cocktails memorized. However, I continually faced discrimination in the form of severe misgendering, no matter how often I corrected them. I was also set up for failure. Usually, when someone gets hired for a position, there's some amount of training to be done, no matter how experienced they are, right? I was going in nearly entirely inexperienced into the role. I knew how to make cocktails, sure, and was and still am very good with people and selling. But I was trained for two days. Two. Then, on my first night alone (a Friday), I was watched by one of the bigwigs at corporate who saw every little flub and failure. This caused a demotion-ish. I was demoted to barback but was allowed the same privileges. Until their next visit. That upset the hell out of me - I was well trained by that point and could do it all, with one hand tied behind my back. I digress. It was about 2 months following my demotion when i finally walked out. A new bartender had been hired and she thought I was being a total creep by looking at a ticket that had just come in. She stormed off to report me to the manager who, even after hearing my side where I had asked her if there was anything on the ticket that I could grab, said that I "needed to communicate better," and "you should be learning from her," and "you're a grown man, you should know better." I don't think I need to explain why that was so upsetting.
But I didn't report them, because I just wanted to be done with it. I was also working another bartending job, and everythign was literally perfect other than the hours, honestly. I loved the product the distillery made, I loved the people I worked with, and most of all: I had my own regulars. Last month, they hired a new hospitality director, who announced there would be some restructuring, including getting rid of servers while also making a full dinner menu to serve alongside drinks. I said nothing of it, despite my disagreements, and she assured us all that no one would lose their jobs, but just moved into different roles. We all kinda grumbled about it, and I told her that under no circumstances would I work back of house. Easy peasy. Till it wasn't, and I came home to a voicemail while on break with my partner that I'd been let go due to the restructuring. So much for no one losing their jobs, right? I hadn't been the only victim of this. I have my suspicions as to why the new hospitality director did these things, but I've no energy to throw around conspiracies. All I know is that I was shafted by both of these places and I'm tired of being broke. I'm applying, still going to fight, and... sigh.
tl;dr (why did you click the readmore?): i left a job due to discrimination and lost another due to company restructuring and i'm tired and sad and aaaaa.
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Pairing: Johnny X Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, happy ending (for once) ex husband johnny, you have a baby with johnny,
Warnings: Lactation, just... filth.
Word Count: 1.6 k
“Go say hi to daddy!” You told your 6 month old baby, setting the car seat on the floor.
Your ex-husband, Johnny, used to be your best friend. He made the divorce easy for you. You got everything, the house, the car, the pets, the money in the shared bank account. He only asked for one thing: shared custody. One week with you, and one week with him. He only lived a 5 minute drive away so it was hard to find a reason to say no.
You played with your baby for a bit, trying to get him settled before telling Johnny you were heading home.
“Wait, stay for dinner. I thought we could eat and then talk about a few things after he goes to sleep.”
You obliged, not seeing an ulterior motive behind his words.
~
After having dinner, you put the baby to bed and sat down at the table with Johnny.
“So… how’s life? You have enough money and everything?” Johnny sat across the table from you.
You sighed. “I never asked for money during the divorce, besides for child support.”
“Same thing.” Johnny rolled his eyes, eyes looking you up and down. “That outfit doesn’t exactly scream broke.”
You bit your lip, holding back the urge to cuss him out. “It’s a t-shirt and shorts.”
“Whatever. I’ll add $50,000 to the account.” You remembered why you divorced Johnny. He’s a fucking arrogant bitch.
“I never asked for money.” You felt your chest tightening in anger.
“You need it.”
“You’re so fucking narcissistic.” You scoffed at Johnny.
“You love it.” Johnny smirked at you. Johnny's confident. Too confident for you. You always wanted to knock him down a peg.
You crossed your legs. “I’m sure you didn’t ask me to stay over to just chat about money.”
“Let’s get back together.” Johnny looked you straight in the eye, no hesitation in his words.
“Absolutely not.” Your decision was a no brainer. Why go back to a man like him?
Johnny sighed, his head dropping as he looked down at his lap. “Mom wanted us to get back together. She misses you.”
“That’s really not my problem.” You scoffed, standing up, ready to leave.
Johnny shot up out of his chair and rushed to your side. “ Please don’t go.” His eyes were desperate, all his pride out the door. You knew how hard it was for Johnny to be doing this, begging you for literally anything.
A memory of him going to bed with an untreated wound comes back. He went to bed with a cut on his thigh, causing you to wake up covered in his blood and having to rush him to the ER at 3 a.m., all because he didn’t want to ask you to dress his wounds. He never, ever let you see this side of him.
But that unwillingness to ever let you in is why you divorced him.
“Johnny…” You look up at him and realize he's about to cry. “I just dont think this is good for either of us.”
“Can you at least spend the night with me?” His voice cracks, tears already threatening to spill.
You nod.
He leads you up the stairs into his bedroom. “There’s um, a bathroom right there if you want to borrow my clothes.” Johnny sits on his bed.
“I washed up before coming over.” You unhook your bra and take it off under your t-shirt. You don’t care if Johnny sees your body, or if you see his. You two were beyond that at this point.
Johnny pulled off his jeans and changed into his shorts, then taking off his shirt before laying next to you.
“What, no shirt?”
“It’s not like I ever wore one when we were married.” He scoffed, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You know… You were my first.”
“Hm.” You didn’t know how to answer that. Nor did you really believe him.
“What, you don’t believe me? I haven’t slept with anyone else since the divorce either.” He sighed. “I only ever loved you.”
“I wish you acted like it when we were together, then.”
“I still love you.” Johnny cupped your cheeks, his thumb rubbing your lips.
You suddenly wished he’d kiss you… And he did. Tiny, gentle kisses against your lips lead into bigger ones as you kissed him back. His hand reached under your shirt, massaging your breast as he slowly began to pin you onto the bed, straddling you so you couldn’t leave him again. He was scared. Scared you would wiggle out of his grasp once again, leaving him with nothing. Nothing he really cared about, anyways. He never even dared to look at another woman, feeling like he was cheating on you, since he still liked to dream you were still together. Dreaming you three were still a family, still eating Sunday dinner together. He thought that living out at least some part of that dream would make this desire go away… but it made it worse.
And now you were in his bed, pretty whimpers escaping your throat as you kissed him, your fingers interlocked in his hair, tugging on the locks while his body explored yours, desperate for some resemblance to the woman he fell in love with, the warmth you brought to his life.
“I love you.” He whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.
Not giving you a chance to process what he said, his hands went under the waistband of your shorts, fingers rubbing your clit, remembering the exact way you taught him to finger you, the way you taught him how to make you wet from when you started dating. You could never escape his desires when he did this to you. Not back then, not now… Filthy moans escaped your lips, your nails digging into his back as he pulled down your shorts after he took his off. Your ex-husband was about to fuck the living shit out of you, and you were dripping wet in anticipation.
“Johnny.” You breathed out his name, causing him to look up at you with confusion on his face. “I love you too.”
Johnny inserted himself in you. “If I make you cum, we’ll get back together.”
“Okay.”
That sealed the deal, your words being all the permission he needed. You wrapped your legs around him, knowing Johnny always wanted to feel you as close to him as possible. “Fuck, Johnny, you’re so deep!” Johnny was always a tiny bit too big. You grew used to it, but his dick always reached your cervix, and he let you know when he could feel it. But you could tell he was holding himself back, going slower than he usually did when you were married, as if he knew you were in a bit of pain. Gentle kisses trailed across your cheek and jaw, reassuring you he would never try to hurt you.
“Call me daddy.” Johnny grunted as he thrusted inside you, his pace picking up as he sensed your pleasure growing, and the initial pain subsiding.
This was new. The entire time you were with Johnny, he had never had a daddy kink.
“D-Daddy.” You moaned out, not knowing how to totally feel about it.
“You called me daddy earlier today… So fucking hot, I think I got a fucking boner after hearing you say it.” Johnny began to lick your neck, trying to make you moan. “You can’t call your ex “daddy”. That’s why I’m inside you…”
Your cunt squeezed around Johnny’s dick, tightening after hearing his words. You realized Johnny didn’t have a daddy kink, but that the fact you birthed his baby was hot to him…
“Fuck, I hate it when you do that, I always cum so fast.” Johnny always thought your pussy was a perfect fit for his dick, as if you were especially made for him. That’s why he always thought you two were soulmates. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you cum…”
Johnny started to suck on your neck, trying to give you a small hickey right on the sensitive part of your neck. Johnny always tried to make you both cum during sex, his stamina never wearing out unless you were dazed, or your pretty eyes were looking back into your skull. Your pretty little moans kept him going on, forcing himself to go on even after he came inside you multiple times. His hands trailed back down to your clit, rubbing circles into it, trying to make you feel as good as he did. Your moans grew louder, and Johnny’s confidence grew as well. He squeezed your breast, knowing your nipples were sensitive. Sucking your nipple, milk began to leak out.
“I forgot, fuck, I’m sorry…” Johnny didn’t know how to react.
“Drink it.” You watched him suck your nipple, swallowing all your milk. Johnny’s hand never left your clit, still rubbing it while he drank.
The overstimulation proved to be too much for you, especially after not having sex with Johnny for quite some time. “Daddy… G-gonna…” You wailed, wanting the relief that you knew Johnny would give you.
“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Johnny’s lips pressed against yours, so you would moan into his mouth as you both came. Sticky cum shot inside you, the warmth filling you up. Johnny didn’t pull out, wanting the cum to not leak out of you.
Johnny laid his head on your chest, knowing you would stroke his hair while you two came down from the climax.
“Do you want to go to the courthouse with me tomorrow?” Johnny reached into his bedside table and pulled out three rings. Your rings and his band.
You pulled him into a kiss as he put the rings back on your finger, fitting as perfectly as the day he proposed.
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So many of you wanted a part 2 to lyrics so here you go I now grace upon you. Let me know if you want a taglist for all my works?
Mafia boss!bucky x singer!reader
Sum- you and Bucky had been together for 3 years before he left, he had even put a ring on your finger. You never knew why he left but it broke you to peices. But know you allow him to give you a reason as to why he left and it’s up to you to choose to forgive him or not.
Cw- mention of breakup, mention of depression (Bella new moon style), blood, alcohol, spicy scene (if you squint), gunshot wound, angst, fear of death.
Go read part 1 ‘LYRICS’ HERE
This is part 2
Part three ‘LOVE’ HERE
Bucky left. He left you alone. He left you with 2 million dollars in you bank account, two cars, a penthouse, a California king in a master bedroom, a ring on your finger. The ring that came with the promise, that he would never leave you.
Three nights ago he came to the club you sing at you confronted him in the parking lot. You got home later to find a letter on you kitchen counter the housekeeper had left. You sigh thinking it’s her asking to take a day off which your more than happy to let her. But the handwriting in your name looks all too familiar.
The scribble of cursive and the bright wax seal, which you break open and pull the folded peices of paper out.
‘I meant to place this letter at the table you now stand at but it wouldn’t have been safe…’
You read the smaller paper then get to the large one.
‘Doll, I can’t come back to you, I can’t guarantee your safety In this condition. I can’t give an explanation and I can’t give a valid reason. I won’t be coming back. I’ve left you 2 million dollar in your personal account as well a given you my trust fund which you can access at anytime. I leave you the silver Bugatti and black Lamborghini, I want you to stay in the penthouse as I’ve already sold your apartment’
You scoff remembering.
‘I leave you rumlow, Pearce, Marcos, and Lee to walks over you I may be gone but I still want you safe. You y/n l/n are my everything. I wish I could tell you why I’m leaving an explanation but I know if I do you’ll go looking for me. You’ll go looking for me either way. Please stay out of it. I’m sorry for the pain I’ll cause you and I’m sorry. I hold so much of you and you so little of me.
I love you and always will but this is goodbye.
J.B.B’
Even then he couldn’t tell you why. But memories of what happend after you woke up and waited for him. You’d gone about your day thinking he had left earlier for a meeting but by dinner he didn’t come back rumlow had told you.
The next 2 weeks you spent inside, alone. You had let Mrs. Baker take the month off and locked the bodyguards out of the house. You wanted to stay that way.
Spending your nights crying in the shower, sitting in the recliner starting out the large glass wall of the living room. Sleeping until 1 pm after staying up all night. After a call from Bucky to rumlow, he’d kicked the door down and everything returned as usual, for the most part.
Mrs baker came back and made you breakfast lunch and dinner as is her job, the guards watched over you. And you wrote a new song finally filling your self with anger towards Bucky.
You put the letter down scoffing as you turn walking through the living room to your bed room you pull off your heels and take your hair out stretching your arms up. You look over seeing a figure standing across the room looking out the window wall.
He’s not hard to miss name as the white dress shirt he wears is rolled up exposing his metal arm from forearm down a drink in his hand.
“What are you doing here I thought I made it clear that I-“ you begin
“Count the stars…every time you couldn’t sleep you’d make me get up look out and count out every start I saw until you’d fall back sleep. I’d get to 15 and you’d be knocked out.” He chuckles
“James.” You say he shots the rest of his drink setting it down on the side table.
“I’m sorry-“ he starts. As he turns to face you.
“Get out.” You retort.
“I’m sorry y/n.” He continues
“Get the fuck out of my house!” You snap he doesn’t say anything.
He walks up to you and you take a step back he stops.
His face is illuminated by the moon light above streaming into the room. He has stubble his hair has grown out and he looks ever so tired. You notice there’s blood covering his shirt and spattered against his cheek.
Your eyes wander not realizing you have a worried expression.
“It’s not mine.” He says noticing your worry. You look back at him.
“I didn’t ask.” You says coldy.
“Y/n I’m sorry.” He says walking towards you. He gets close enough that you push him back at his chest as usual he dosnt budge.
“No-“ you say your voice breaking.
“Please.” He pleads with you.
“NO! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!” You say pushing against him hitting his chest. He stands and takes your hits that feel like nothing, letting you get your pain out.
“I gave you everything!! I poured my heart to you and all you could do was throw it away!!” You yell at him tears flowing from your eyes.
“I know..” he says his voice breaking.
“NO DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!!” You scream as he holds your arms
“Y/n!?” He pleads
“YOU LIED TO ME-“
“I did.”
“YOU LEFT ME! YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME!” You yell at him crying.
“I do! I do baby please!” He says tears making thier way down his cheeks.
“I LOVED YOU! You sob.
“I know!! You don’t understand how many times I wish I could take it back! Take back everything! I did!” He says.
“Why!! You left me alone why did you leave me.!!” You ask.
“There’s a mole. There was a coupe settling. If I went away you wouldn’t be harmed if I said something you’d be killed. I can’t…” he trails off for a moment looking into your eyes placing his hand on your cheek but then continues.
“I can’t do that again I can’t loose someone I care about as much I care about you again-“
“Your mother.” You you sniff. He nods.
“I thought if I’d i left, you’d hate me enough to forget that I’d never have to come back. I hoped you’d find someone else.” He says
You shake you head.
“You should’ve taken me with you.” You say he chuckles shaking his head now.
“I…I can’t undo the things I’ve done to you..all I can say is I’m sorry. I just…please. I won’t live with out you. Please..” he says his blue eyes glasses over.
You shake your head slowly. He lets out a pained breath.
You look down closing your eyes for a moment before looking back up meeting his hurt expression and with out think your body moves on it’s own. Your arms wrap around his neck and lips collide. He doesn’t hesitate and kisses you back as soon as he feels you his hands moving from you face to your waist gripping your sides pulling you into him.
The taste of expensive whiskey on his lips shiver your body remembering what nights spent at home all day were like.
Your hands move down his front pulling the buttons out of the loops and the front of his shirt exposing his perfectly toned, scarred chest. His hands hike up your skirt. The harsh grip of his hand on your ass cheek makes you gasp giving him the perfect opportunity to push his tongue through.
He turns you back as you begin to walk backward to the bed. I twinge of pain hits you. You pull back your lips from him he whines at your lack of touch which make you smile only for it to be wiped away but another spike of pain.
You look down seeing a bright red spot in your shirt growing. Bucky looks down to where your looking seeing your blood.
“Y/n!?” He exclaims you look up at him your brows knitted together in fear.
“Hey no look at me it’s okay.!” He says he looks around not seeing any gun or assassin but then sees the perfect bullet whole through the glass of the window.
“Fuck! RUMLOW!” He yells rumlow and peirce run in turning the light on seeing you and Bucky holding your bleeding side.
“Call an ambulance Now!” Bucky commands.
“Ah!” You squeal as the pain washes over you taking your leg strength with it.
“F-fuck!” Bucky looks at you.
“Bucky-“ you begin to cry again.
“No no your okay. Hey! Look at me doll you’re okay. Your gonna be okay.” He says and pleads.
The distant chatter between rumlow and the operator sound out.
“I do wanna- Bucky please I don’t..” you sob
“No hey no look at me look up at me it’s okay the balance is coming baby come on yeah! It’s okay I gotta get you up alright!” He says hooking his arms under your body you scream in pain as he lifts you.
Taking off his jacket rumlow presses it to the wound on your stomach as Bucky hurries out out the penthouse cursing all the at down at the slow elevator descending to ground floor as he rushes out with you in his arms out of the lobby the red and blue flashing light brighten the night.
The emts jump out of the vehicle running to you with the stretcher.
Bucky looks down your pale and unconscious.
“No no baby no! Wake up y/n come one honey wake up!” He says putting you down on the stretcher holding your face in his hands.
“Sir.” Rumlow says moving Bucky back so the paramedics can take you.
“No! SHIT! I just got her back…Fuck!”
Go to part three (your welcome I haven’t made you wait.)
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Nothing Else Matters (a Triple Frontier shifters AU) Chapter 5
Title: Nothing Else Matters
Fandom: Triple Frontier
Rating: Explicit
Characters & Pairings: Reader x Triple Frontier Boys reverse harem style
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary: Things with Santiago reach their boiling point.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (below cut) | Chapter 6
Content Notes: rough sex, a little d/s with shifter dynamics, etc.
Chapter Five
After three days, Will’s fever finally broke. Arrangements were made to have Tom’s remains cremated and returned to the states. And then there was the matter of the money: five million and change. Split five ways it wasn’t enough to live on even if you spent the rest of your days as misers. To hear that Santiago’s woman got two million of her own left you seething, but still you put on your best dress and got Luna ready to go to the bank with the others to finish the paperwork.
You sat at the back of the room as the accountant explained the processes and fees. Luna cooed and babbled, excited by the novelty of being out of the house for the first time in weeks. At just over seven months of age, she had a few word-like sounds in her lexicon, like ba-ba and da-da, but you were still waiting in eager anticipation for those bona fide first words.
When the time came to sign the contracts, Will asked for his share of the money to be included in the trust for Redfly’s family. You don’t know what you were expecting. Will saw himself as the noble warrior, doing right by his fallen comrade, but still your eyes went dark. Of course, Benny followed his brother’s lead, signing away his share of the money as well.
You rose from your seat, approaching the table to stand beside Frankie, balancing his child on your hip as you leered down at him. He pointedly refused to meet your gaze as he crumpled up his set of paperwork before scrawling his name on the family trust documents. Luna could tell you were upset, pulling at the neck of your dress to try to get to your breasts. You pried her hands away and she whined loudly in protest.
“Are you serious right now?” you moved in front of Frankie as he made his way to the door.
“Don’t,” Frankie warned, stepping around you.
You let him go, returning your attention to Santiago.
“I hope you’re happy,” you said, looking down at him. “You destroyed our lives.”
At the end of the table the accountant cleared her throat, as if reminding you of her presence would persuade you to reconsider the awkward exchange.
If Ironhead were there, he would have torn you a new asshole for challenging Pope in front of an outsider. Whatever disagreement you had with Santiago was pack business.
“Shame on you,” you snapped.
You stormed out of the bank, buckling Luna into her carseat in enraged silence. Frankie started the car and you rode back to the safehouse in the same heavy quiet. You regretted that Frankie was hurting, but you didn’t worry about him. He would come around, he always did. It was Catfish’s nature to blow up then calm down. Things would return to normal until the next cataclysmic event.
More pressing was your realization that Santiago was intent on leaving. Soon. That was the only reason he would insist on imploding your relationship with Frankie before Redfly was even in the ground. He wanted it out in the open before he rendezvoused with his human and her millions.
Parking the car, Frankie tried to come around to take Luna out of the back seat, but you snarled at him, forcing yourself between him and the car door. He backed down, trudging up to the house after the others without another word.
“Come here, baby,” you said, unbuckling Luna and lifting her out of her carseat. “It’s just you and me against the world, isn’t it.”
You felt like your family was falling apart before your eyes. Santiago would leave again, and then what? Will and Benny would be useless without someone to give the orders. Frankie would backslide, God forbid relapse. If Santiago thought he could just implode your family over out of stubborn self-righteousness and disappear back into the desert, he had another thing coming.
You put one hand on Luna’s head and pressed your nose into her baby-fine hair, soothing yourself with her sweet milk and powder smell.
In the house, the boys lingered quietly in the front kitchen, as though the gravity of the past weeks had finally set in. Tom was gone and so was the money. Sooner or later, in all likelihood, some very bad men were going to come looking for it. The person you usually counted on to figure these things out was dead and now there was nothing left but to forge ahead without him.
“Congratulations, boys,” you announced bitterly. “You should all be very proud of yourselves.”
“We got Lorea,” Santiago said, leaning heavily on one of the kitchen chairs.
“Of course,” you mocked. “After years of training, the best shifters in the world managed to achieve their ultimate goal: killing one guy. And let’s not forget the consolation prize, a measly five million dollars.”
“It’s enough to take care of Tom’s girls,” Benny said.
“I am so sick of hearing about Tom’s daughters,” you said. “Hell, even Santiago’s whore got her cut!”
You paced the room in agitation.
“What about my daughter? Who’s looking after her future? Certainly not her deadbeat father—can’t even be trusted to do the one thing he’s good at.”
It was a cruel thing to say, too cruel, and you knew it. Frankie shook his head, but said nothing. It wasn’t him you were trying to provoke anyway.
“You need to remember your place,” Santiago warned you.
“So do you!”
If it were possible, Santiago’s eyes grew darker.
“Frankie, take the baby,” he said coldly.
Frankie looked between you nervously.
“Pope, don’t hurt her,” he said.
You were almost touched; after everything you had said and done, he was worried about you.
“Take the baby,” Santiago ordered, already stripping off his clothes.
You scoffed, handing Luna over to her father.
“Oh please,” you said, turning to face Santiago, you could feel the pressure building in your head as your eyes flashed amber. “I’m not afraid of him–two bad knees and a spinal fusion. Go ahead, if you still have it in you–”
Pope hit you like a freight train, but with Ginger roiling so close to the surface, you had shifted before you hit the ground. In truth, it wasn’t much of a fight. Just enough to keep up appearances. Everyone already knew how it would end. You hadn’t given Santiago much choice. You had openly defied him in front of the pack. It was either mark you or kill you and Pope wasn’t so cruel as to do that to Frankie and Luna.
Ginger submitted as Pope’s jaws clamped down on your shoulder, a careful strike, missing the tender vein in your neck by centimeters. You cried out, shifting back, Pope naked on top of you. He grabbed you by the hair, dragging you toward the bedroom, the others watching in anxious silence as he slammed the door behind you.
Santiago threw you onto the bed, climbing over you. You panted hard, struggling to push yourself up.
“Turn over,” he growled, grabbing you by the waist to flip you onto your back. “You’re going to look at me.”
He pinned both your hands over your head with one of his, taking no time at all to stroke himself to hardness with the other. You shivered in anticipation.
“If you’re going to act like a bitch, I’ll treat you like a bitch.”
Santiago pressed into you all at once without hesitation or preamble. Big enough that you felt yourself tear and whimpered at the stab of pain.
“Is this what you want?” Santiago growled. “You want me to take you like a fucking whore?”
Santiago placed one hand over your throat, fingertips squeezing with expert precision. He barely withdrew from you, just stabbed deeper in. The pain didn’t last, hormones raging, the need to submit to your alpha overriding every other instinct. You moaned, back arching, womb clenching with need.
Santiago’s hands began to roam, groping the soft give of your belly, squeezing your thigh hard enough to bruise. You moved to hold his face–his dark curls plastered to his forehead with exertion–but he caught your hands and pinned them back on the mattress.
“No.”
He lowered his face to yours, snarling with fangs bared, but all the hostility was out of him now, replaced by hunger, desire, yearning. He nuzzled against your face, interlacing his fingers with yours as he rutted into you. The sick squelching of your eager, creaming pussy barely audible over the blood rushing in your ears.
“Take it,” Santiago growled, head bowed toward your breasts. “Take it all. Or I’ll eat you up.”
A lewd sound escaped your lips as he pinched and pulled your nipples to swollen points. The animalic scent of your combined arousal pierced by creamy sweetness as your breasts began to leak.
Santiago took your breasts in his hands, squeezing hard, milk spilling between his fingers.
“Mine,” he proclaimed, the word a barely intelligible snarl. “These are mine. You’re mine.”
You whimpered, squeezing your eyes closed as he sank his teeth into the flesh of your left breast, sealing his mouth over the sensitive nipple, drinking from you as his pelvis ground into the soft pad of your mound, his back arching.
Santiago was too lost in his own desire to protest as you moved again. Sliding one hand down his back, drawing him toward you as the snug muscles of your inner walls tightened around him with your climax. As you moaned, he caught your mouth in a harsh, possessive kiss, his lips still tasting of milk and blood.
Santiago shuddered with his release, the hard pulse of semen filling you up as the head of his cock swelled inside your already impossibly stretched pussy. You cried out, quivering with relief as spurt after spurt of hot cum surged against the mouth of your womb.
Santiago relaxed into you as he finally emptied himself inside you. He had never been like this with you before: forceful, demanding. But somehow you knew, he had always had it in him. You felt a sudden pang of gratitude that he had finally let down his guard for you.
“Thank you, Alpha,” you murmured, combing your fingers through his hair as he rested his head between your breasts. “Thank you.”
Pope slept for close to an hour as you rested beneath him, enjoying the pleasant surge endorphins. He stirred slowly, his weight shifting over you as he eased himself out from under the covers. His eyes fell on the dried bloodstains on the sheets twisted between your legs.
“I hurt you,” he said quietly.
You hummed softly, sitting up in bed.
“I earned it.”
“I shouldn’t have lost my temper,” Santiago said.
He went to your medkit on the dresser, cracking open an instant ice pack to tuck between your legs. The cold felt nice against your swollen heat.
He doused a clean gauze pad in antiseptic wash and brushed the hair away from your neck to blot at the bite mark on your shoulder, although it had long-since stopped bleeding.
“It doesn’t hurt,” you assured him, your eyes cast down in submission.
“What do you need?” Santiago fretted, the gravity of what he had done sinking in.
Not even Redfly had dared to give you a claim mark–a scar that could been a death blow–a sign for all to see that you were alive by his grace alone. To abandon you after that would be considered a cardinal sin among wolves, and above all else, Santiago needed to see himself as the hero.
“Water would be lovely,” you cleared your throat. “Please, Alpha.”
Santiago poured you a glass from the pitcher on the dresser and waited patiently at the bedside while you drank to take the glass from you when you were finished.
“What else?” he asked.
“Luna needs to be fed soon,” you said.
“Of course. I'll bring her to you,” Santiago agreed, sticking his head out the bedroom door where the others were still gathered in your laughably small living area, pretending they hadn’t heard what had just gone on behind closed doors.
“Fish, Ginger needs to nurse the baby. I can take her.”
“No, I got it,” Frankie insisted, pushing past Santiago in the doorway with Luna in his arms.
Santiago arranged the pillows comfortably around you, placing the densest one in your lap to support the baby. You brought Luna to your breast and she latch eagerly.
“She’s got a good appetite,” Santiago remarked, stroking her little foot.
“We haven’t had any problems,” you agreed. “It’s been a blessing.”
It had been a hard birth–complicated somewhat by your insistence on laboring at home–everything after had seemed like smooth sailing in comparison.
“Are you hungry?” Santiago asked. “I can bring you something.”
“There’s leftover soup in the fridge,” you said. “It just needs to be heated up.”
“I’ll get it ready,” Santiago agreed.
As Santiago rushed off, Frankie paced the room anxiously.
“Please try to relax,” you said, supporting Luna with one arm as you beckoned him to you with the other. “You’re making me nervous. Just sit down.”
“Sit down,” he repeated, lifting his cap to tousle his hair before replacing it, slightly off-kilter. “Where my best friend just fucked the mother of my child?”
“Don’t say it like that,” you said. “You make it sound obscene.”
“How do you want me to say it?” Frankie asked.
“Come here,” you pleaded. “Just come here.”
Frankie took a careful seat on the bed beside you, placing a hand on Luna’s head as you took his chin in your hand.
“I love you, Francisco,” you said. “I chose you. And I chose Pope. You knew that it was never going to be just one. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
“I know,” Frankie sighed, his large dark eyes wet and shining. “I just wish you hadn’t done that.”
As much as you assured him that you didn’t care if he took other partners, that you wanted him to explore those parts of himself, Frankie insisted he only wanted you. You suspected he was still holding out hope that you would marry him one day, but now that hope was marred by knowing he could only have you if Pope allowed it.
“I did what I had to do,” you said. “He was going to leave us. I wasn’t going to stand back and let it happen. I’m sorry you’re upset, but I won’t be held hostage by shitty ultimatums. I love you.”
“I know,” Frankie nodded, placing one hand on the back of your neck, bowing his head toward yours. “I love you, too.”
Santiago returned, a warm bowl in hand, and took a seat on the other side of you to offer you spoonfuls of barley and broth.
“You’ll have to tell me if it’s warm enough,” he said.
“It’s good,” you nodded wrapping your lips around the spoon to mask your smile. “Is there enough for the others?”
“Don’t worry about that,” Santiago assured you. “You just rest. I can take the baby for a bit, if you need a break.”
“I’m fine,” Frankie said, leaning into you possessively.
“Fish,” you warned, touching his face lightly. “Let Santi help. You could use a few solid hours of shuteye. These bags are out of control.”
“Then it’s settled,” Santiago agreed, setting your dishes aside. “I will spend some quality time with my beautiful goddaughter and you two will get some sleep.”
Santiago lifted Luna from your arms, her body pliant and relaxed in her milk-drunk state, as he lifted her to his shoulder to rub her back soothingly.
“Sleep,” Santiago repeated, uncharacteristically light-hearted as he carried Luna from the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
“You need to undress,” you instructed, reaching for the buttons on Frankie’s shirt.
“It smells like blood,” he protested, reaching to stop your hands.
You pulled him closer, stroking his face and combing your fingers through his hair. Frankie whimpered like a frightened pup, fists balled and muscles taught.
“It’s fine, Frankie, you’re exhausted. Just lay down.”
None of the boys had truly recovered from their misadventure, and while Will was still healing from physical wounds, Frankie hadn’t had much opportunity to recover from the psychological trauma between waking up for late-night feedings and diaper changes.
“Luna is safe. I am safe. Relax.”
It took some cajoling, but you finally convinced Frankie to take off his clothes and settle down beside you in bed. He climbed under the covers and turned onto his side. Certainly the sheets could use a good wash, but that could wait until after some much-needed sleep. You rolled over to press your front against his back, hitching your top leg over his hip and drawing him close.
“This is nice,” you reminded him, slinking an arm around him, resting your hand on his chest. He entwined his fingers with yours and nodded.
You breathed slowly, consciously, your breasts pressing into his back and soon you felt his breath grow deeper and more even, the wings of his heart pressing back into you with each rise and fall.
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Lonely
Sorry for the wait, it took me longer than it needed to. Enjoy 😀
*SMUT*
You were in class studying for an upcoming exam when you received a text from your boyfriend, Jasper. You hated leaving him alone during the day while you were at school, and you knew he hated not being with you. Ever since you and Jasper met, he has had separation anxiety. He hated leaving you alone, we felt empty without you. He is a very overprotective boyfriend. He has a right to be, just not all the time. He grew up in the time where women couldn’t be left alone, due to men. Its not his fault that he still thought that time is at hand, it is, just not so prominent. He would always pick you up from school and text you during classes.
You aren’t popular in school, you’re the nerd, but a pretty one. You’re sassy and confident, but smart and sophisticated, which meant that you struggled to fit in with everyone else. You were looked up to by the rest of the nerds and some of the pretty girls, the emo’s kinda scared you, and the jocks pick on you. You never told Jasper about the jocks, you knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself, he would have to “protect his girl”. After school, he would pick you up and either drive you to his house and you would stay the night or he would drive you to your house, your parents were never around. They left you the house and transferred thousands into your bank account every month to make sure you were happy while they were away, so you could do whatever you want.
The jocks were giving you a really hard time today, you had tripped over and spilled your milk all over you. They kept mocking you and re-enacting it all day, making “suggestions” and taunting you. They did it to such an extent that they followed you out of the school, and over to Jasper’s car. The biggest jock, Derek, shoved you to the ground, in a massive puddle, and pointed at you, laughing “that’s the same position she landed in when the tripped!”. All his mates cackled with him. You looked up at the black Lamborghini to see your sandy haired, pale skinned boyfriend climbing out and slamming the door closed. He stalked over to you and helped you off the ground. He was wearing a black hoodie and crème pants. He pulled his hoodie off and gave it to you to put over your soaked shirt, his bare chest was showing off all the scars you liked to trace.
Derek walked up to Jasper, trying to intimidate him and jasper didn’t back down, he took a step forward so they’re chests were touching. Derek threw the first punch, jasper dodged his fist and punched him square in the jaw, knocking him on his ass. His mated stomped over and started throwing their fists at Jas, he kept knocking them back. Derek came over to me and started yelling at me. “You bitch! He broke my nose and its your fault!” he balled his hand up and swung it right into your face, hitting you in the eye and jaw (he has big fists). “Bastard!” you shouted after he hit you. Jasper looked over and saw your red face and Derek walking away, and quickly pieced it together. He raced after Derek and tackled him to the ground, “Nobody hits my girl!” he shouts, bashing Derek over and over, drawing blood.
As soon as you saw the blood you knew you had to get Jasper out of there before he completely lost it. Unfortunately, you were too late, his irises had turned red, instead of the usual hazelly gold they are. You walked held his hand and intertwined it with yours, reminding him that you were there for him. You released his hand and linked your arms through his, curling your arms up to hold his shoulders as you pulled him up, and he let you. No matter what mood he was in, you were always able to snap him out of it. You intertwined your hands together as you led him back to the car. You led him around to the passenger seat and opened the door, helping him in. there was no point in letting him drive when he was like this, he was too distracted.
You slid in the driver’s side and buckled up. You turned the car on and backed out of the parking spot, out of the car park, and sped Jasper back to the Cullen’s house in the forest. You pulled into the driveway and left Jas in the car, racing inside to grab an animal blood bag. You raced back outside and stabbed a straw in it. That immediately got his attention as he used his super speed and grab it out of you hand and drink it faster than the speed of light. His eyes turned back to their normal golden colour as the Cullen’s raved out the front, smelling the blood. “What happened??” Carlisle asked, noticing Jasper’s lack of a shirt. “I was pushed into a puddle and Jas gave me his hoodie, then the guys who pushed me started a fight with him and one of them hit me. He hit them back and drew blood, so I brought him here and got him a blood bag” you explained to your boyfriend’s adoptive father, as you all walked inside. The Cullen’s got back to what they were previously doing, while Jasper took you up to his room.
You had a few drawers of clothes in his room, as you were here a lot. You grabbed a pair of leggings and made your way to the shower. You intended on wearing his hoodie for the rest of the night. The hot water scathed against your skin as you turned the shower on. You grabbed the bar of soap and washed yourself, then rinsed and got out. You wrapped a towel around your chest and grabbed a pad, taking off your make up. You cleansed your face and moisturized. You got dressed into the leggings and hoodie and walked out.
You pulled out your phone and started scrolling through Tik Tok while you waited for Jasper to come back from whatever he was doing. You didn’t notice he had walked in and layed down beside you until you felt a pair of cold, yet strong, arms wrap around your waist. “Is that my hoodie you’re wearing, Darlin’?” he mumbled into your shoulder. You hummed a yes and kept scrolling. He leaned up and grabbed your phone “Heeeyyyyy” you whined as he placed it on the bedside table, he sat on top of you so you couldn’t get up and grab it. “Care to tell me why you didn’t mention the Jocks?” he raised an eyebrow. “They’ve never really been a problem, just the occasional poke, joke, or snicker. It never been anything like today.” He leaned down until you were nose to nose “Still couldn’t told me princess” he sounded disappointed but there was something else, I’d heard it before but I couldn’t place it.
He pushed his nose past mine and connect our lips, sliding his hips back and placing his hands on my neck. Lust. That’s what I saw but couldn’t place, he was in the mood. “I cant believe you tried to take on those big guys all by yourself” he stated, contently staring into your eyes. You flipped over so you were on top. “I wasn’t trying to take them on, I was trying to avoid them” you mumbled as you got to work on his jaw. He placed his hands on your hips, leading them in grinding on his dick. You could feel how hard he was getting. You pushed you into an upright position and took off your (really his) hoodie and unhooked your bra, licking and playing with your tits.
He flipped you over and continued to suck on your tit, playing with the other. He made his way down your stomach and hook his finger into your tights and pulling them down, taking your underwear too. He started rubbing slow circles on your clit, driving you crazy. Before you could say anything, he dove into your heat, dipping his tongue inside you, eating you out like his life depended on it. He wrapped his legs around your head and started sucking harder, tasting you as you came. He removed his mouth and kissed you, letting you taste yourself, before slamming his hips into yours, rocking into you in an abnormal pace.
You tilted your head back in please, “eyes on me darlin” he says. You struggle to but obey him. You flip him over and start doing figure eights on his hips, before lifting yourself up and slamming backdown, cause an obscene moan out of you both. Jasper watched as you impaled yourself on his dick, in complete bliss. You started clenching around him, signaling you were close. “Jas” you called out. “Hold it, baby, hold it! Cum with me” he said, flipping you back over and continuously hitting the spot. “Now, darlin. Let go”. You felt him coating your walls as you let go. He slowly pulled out and went to get a towel to clean you up. After he did, he got into bed with you and held you close, his cold skin against your hot skin, lulling you into a deep sleep
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Giving in to the wild side
Dean Winchester x reader
Warnings: AOB, mentions of past trauma, family death, hurt/comfort, mates, claiming, eventual smut, lots of feels
Continuation of Craving the wild side
Summary: after leaving the Dean Winchester case you quit your job you over your as normal as you could. You woke up, helped your mum, worked on the farm but you always felt that hole. Not knowing if he show up or not you gave up on hoping till someone came knocking.
Told ya it wasn’t the end!
It’s been six months since you’ve seen Dean. Six long agonising months. The effort to leave your bed got harder and harder it seemed if that was even possible. You worked around the farm like you said hell you planted a veggie patch, that was currently dying, but still. Champ got to run the fields around the house like never before and your mum saw the sunset every night on the porch, life was easy in a sense.
After you quit you stayed in bed for two weeks barely eating barley drinking. You got your implant removed and felt it’s strengths and weaknesses. Your job had a leave payment package which was a bonus for groceries and essentials, you knew eventually you’d have to find another job, but for now, for now you didn’t leave the farm.
Dean stared at the sky, pinks blending into oranges and yellows every time he looks at the sunset he can’t get over its beauty. After rehab tilted him society worthy he was happy to breathe in freedom. His brother had been waiting for him in the parking lot, leaning against some fancy looking Honda with his fancy suit, but damn he looked good. Healthy and well, Dean held onto his brother for a while and Sam allowed it, both men crying and not caring, it’d been thirty years. Sam told him about his life after Dean dropped him off at the orphanage, apparently he found a good family businessman and stay at home wife raising him like his own despite his defiance and run aways. Sam had gone to collage and studied in law and now he was famous! Dean couldn’t wipe the smile on his face as he stared at his brother, hell little Sammy had a mate now too and a dog named Jackson. Sam said he’d set up a spare room for him in his house, his house being a mansion. Dean stared in awe as he got out the car and absorbed it. Sure he’d seen flashy houses from rich stuck omegas but this, Sam said he bought the land and built on it, it was his kingdom. He saw a young woman, blonde hair pretty smile waving lightly.
“Mate?” Dean asked and Sam nodded making Dean grin in happiness. It’d been the first time an omega actually hugged him properly, the woman was joyed her scent sweet with happiness and Dean couldn’t help but smile. Dean had his own room, a proper bed and furniture, a nice view, his own bathroom. Sam even set up a new phone and plan for him along with a bank account with some savings he had in there for him. Dean couldn’t thank his brother enough for everything but the pit in his stomach was always a reminder of what had happened.
When the words left you mouth that you were quitting he felt emotions bubble and ready to burst. He wasn’t able to process it and he told you to get out before you could see him go into a feral rage. That’s the last time he ever saw you, broken down by him. After his outburst he went quiet, he worked on life skills and social skills he wanted to see you again even if you broke each others hearts. He worked real hard even with his set backs he forced himself to be better to be able to go out and find you.
Dean sat at the table enjoying the dinner Jess had prepared, moaning at each taste of the amazing roast she made.
“Damn this is good” he said and she chuckled softly.
“Sam told me it was one of your favourite meals growing up” she said and he grinned.
“Hell yes” he said and Sam laughed shaking his head. It felt natural but also strange at the same time, he learnt how to do this, he had to learn how to do this. After dinner was finished Jess served his favourite, apple pie before he called it a night and headed to his room. He sighed sitting on the edge of the bed full with a home cooked meal and smiled to himself. A knock came and he called come in, Sam appearing.
“Hey” he greeted and Dean smiled.
“How you feeling?” Sam asked.
“Full” Dean chuckled feeling bloated.
“Well you did eat two plates worth of roast” Sam commented and Dean tsked.
“Can’t waste a beautiful meal” he smiled.
“But really Dean, how’re you holding up so far?” Sam asked and Deans smiled faded slightly.
“I’m out” he said and Sam nodded sitting down on a chair.
“Freedom, fresh air, declared normal” he chuckled lightly.
“What about Y/n?” Sam asked and Dean faltered.
“I-I don’t know” Dean sighed.
“Dean she’s probably feeling the exact same way despite how everything ended” Sam explained.
“I know” Dean muttered fiddling with his fingers.
“I had to get better though, you know? I had to be better for her” he added sighing.
“And you are” Sam smiled.
“Your here, with family” he added.
“It feels great Sammy” Dean smiled.
“But you need her” Sam finished and he nodded.
“We can find her” Sam stated.
“Isn’t that stalking?” Dean asked and Sam chuckled.
“Not technically” Sam said and Dean raised an eyebrow.
“Everybody try’s to find their mate no matter how they do it” Sam shrugged.
“Maybe” Dean sighed.
“For now just settle in, get on your feet, take it one step at a time ok” Sam stood and gave his shoulder a pat before leaving.
Dean sighed running a hand through his hair as he glanced to his phone. Not stalking right?
After he showered he dared downloading social media, starting with Facebook first. He added Sam and Jess before his fingers hovered over the start of your name. He groaned switching his phone off and lying it on the bed side table. He needed to know to though.
His fingers moved quickly as he typed your name and searched. His heart stopped when he saw your face and beautiful smile, your dog Champ in the photo beside you. His breath shook as he clicked on your profile, your background was your farm with the sunset.
He smiled softly as he looked through your photos, your cows, sheep and chickens, Champ and your mum and dad, the old broken tractor in the barn you keep complaining about. The recent photo was of you and your mum out on the porch smiling together, but your smile didn’t reach your tired eyes. Despite the filter he knew you were paler, less healthier looking. He checked the date of the photo about a week ago. He saved the photo to his phone and your profile pic before sighing and turning his phone off, he’d find you.
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Y'ever think of what Aloysius and Lardna are like in Intermission? Yeah, they both suck, but they are both crucial to Porky's character, so they remain unavoidable. (You can pick Ness's parents or Paula's or even Pu's who have to exist but are never seen if you prefer tho :] ) They'd all be interesting, but you most certainly do not have to talk about them all now!
Oh, my friend, ask and you shall receive. I'll cover all of 'em.
Aloysius is a conservative sleazeball banker. Probably just about the worst guy ever. Divorced Lardna when Porky was 13, but the kids were still compelled to see & visit him periodically. He's been an unrepentant abusive parent since day 1. Picky avoids him like the plague. Porky absolutely despises him - all the while unwittingly regurgitating his beliefs and behaviors. There's this whole dynamic where Aloysius was smothering Porky in cash and expensive gifts (Mercedez Benz baybeeee) when he first started college. But then Porky's excessive demands and (admittedly reasonable) lack of gratitude got on the big man's nerves. The uh. Airbnb Incident. Was the straw that broke the camel's back. Aloysius cut him off financially, leaving Porky to come cryin' to Lardna for help.
Lardna's almost as awful, reigned in only by her wet blanket second husband, what'shisname Prettyman (one of the funniest Earthbound npcs I think). The kind of mom who's always got something to nitpick or chastise about, sometimes uproariously, with not a damn thing nice to say. Her fights with Aloysius persist years after the divorce, much to everyone's displeasure. She cuts Porky off, too. Big surprise. There's an awkward period where Porky tries to get Picky to be the middleman between them, but even Picky's had enough by that point. Poor Pete hangs in there, stuck living with Lardna 'til he graduates high school. After that he moves out, with intent never to return.
There's kiiind of this sad dynamic with the Minches, where like? Peter (Picky) is the only decent person here. And for a while he tries his darnedest to hold his splintering family together. And he gets nothing in return for it, not even from Lardna. I think he was closest with her, but even she becomes a lost cause, taking her frustrations out on him in Patrick n' Aloysius' absence. The bravest thing this kid ever does is tell her off and leave, on his own initiative. If they ever make any effort to patch things up, it'll have to start with an apology from Lardna. Miracles do happen, Pete supposes, but he's not holdin' his breath.
Anyways. On the absolute opposite end of the spectrum, Ness' mom is very sweet and silly. I named her Kathleen, Kathy for short. She loves kids, was always welcoming Ness' n' Tracy's friends for sleepovers, adores and dotes on every single one of his buddies. She's known Picky, Paula, Jeff, and Poo for years - she's practically like an extra parent to them. Her instinct to mother Lucas n' Claus is immense. Ness thinks it's a little embarrassing, Tracy thinks it's Very Embarrassing, but what can ya do. She's got a sad little empty nest thing goin' on, as Tracy gets ready to leave for college too. Even though Ness is going to school like, within 30 minutes of her house, and visits often. Maybe she'll get a cat. Or a girlfriend.
Mr. Kimura is as absent and busy as he always was in EarthBound, but also just as fond of frequent phone calls. Ness inherited from him a love of baseball, classic rock, old video games, and road trips. His car's also a hand-me-down from Dad. I don't think he's obscenely rich enough to be depositing hundred thousand dollar checks into his kids' bank accounts on the daily, but he makes plenty to help 'em with young adult expenses like college and rental deposits. He's a funny, laidback, good-humored guy. Kind of a calming counterbalance to Mom's pent-up energy.
Ness' folks got divorced when he was like, fifteen or sixteen. It was all on civil & amicable terms - mom could hardly stand dad's perpetual work trips, dad thought that was fair. Tracy was more shaken up about it than Ness, bein' younger than him. And since she's such good friends with Picky, she had a pretty nasty impression of What Happens To Families After Divorce. Thankfully, the Kimuras ended up going about it quite smoothly.
I wrote a lot about Paula's folks [here]. Her relationship with her neurotically tyrannical mom n' her poor ineffectual dumpling dad makes me ache so much. 🥲
Poo Rana is the so-called "Prince" of the Kansas State Senate, because his Mom's a revered Kansas State Senator. His dad's in politics too, though not quite as prolific. He grew up rich and esteemed, smothered in extracurricular activities and accolades, prepared at every stage to follow in his folks' footsteps. Then, as a teenager, he realized he doesn't want anything to do with any of that actually. So there's this weird tension between him and his mom. 'Cause he loves his family dearly, and doesn't wanna let them down. But he's a free spirit at heart, he can't give up his whole life on the altar of "royal" expectations. There's this bit during his senior year of college, where his mom's running for a spot on the U.S. Senate, and she's tryin' to rope him into helping with her campaign. While Poo rebelliously sneaks out of fancy dinners and plays D&D with his friends. He and Paula share a lot of solidarity, both bein' stifled by their overbearing moms. He's honestly got it a bit better than her, though. Senator Rana may be intense, but she's not petty or underhanded in the slightest. One of these days Poo will convince her he really is better off living his dreams as n anthropologist metalhead tabletop nerd, and one of these days she'll listen.
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Foot Clan Incorrect Quotes 3
Holy fuck it’s been a while since I made part 2
Anton: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need.
Anton: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business.
Baxter: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Xever's birthday invitations.
TC: Well, what are they supposed to say?
Baxter: "Xever's birthday".
TC: So, what do they say instead?
Baxter: "Xever’s bi".
TC:
TC: Works out either way.
Anton: Capitalization is the difference between "I had to help my uncle Jack off a horse.." and "I had to help my uncle jack off a horse.."
Anton: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.
Baxter:
Baxter: I like you.
TC: Do you have a self-care routine?
Ivan: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.
Anton: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip!
Ivan: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill!
TC: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out!
Chris: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times!
Xever: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up!
Baxter: Throw a brick at someone to kill them.
TC: Where is everyone?
Xever: Anton had a nervous collapse, Ivan is looking after them, Chris is trying to kill Baxter, so I’m in charge.
TC: Oh my god!
Xever: I know, right?
Chris: Baxter won’t wake up, what do I do?
Ivan: Did you try kicking them?
Chris: Yes.
Ivan: I’m out of ideas.
Ivan: How is the most beautiful person in the world?
Anton: *blushing* I—
Chris, butting into the conversation: Xever is perfect, thanks for asking.
Baxter: *Plays Slender: The Eight Pages*
*Jumpscare*
Baxter: *Jumps back* OH SHIT, IT'S A WHITE GUY!!!
Anton: This food is too hot... I cant eat it.
Ivan: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.
Everyone at the table: *silence*
Chris: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!
Baxter: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!
Anton: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Chris will and will not eat.
Ivan: Grass? Yes!
Anton: Moss? Yes!!
Ivan: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
Anton: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
Ivan: Worms? Sometimes!
Anton: Rocks? Usually nah.
Ivan: Twigs? Usually!
Anton: Baxter's cooking? Inconclusive!
TC: How did you… test this?
Anton: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.
TC: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.
Baxter: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?
Ivan: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!
Chris: You left me, Xever, and Baxter in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.
Ivan: I did that on purpose, try again.
*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword*
Chris: Rude.
Baxter: That's fair.
TC: Not again.
Ivan: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?
TC: Today, Baxter took my phone, and in five minutes, they sent high resolution close-up photos of Chris to the following people: Xever, Ivan, Anton, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.
TC: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.
Chris: Talk dirty to me, baby~
Xever: The dishes.
Chris: Wh-
Xever: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.
TC: How the hell did you crash the car?!
Anton: So I was just driving today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight.
Anton: I was like "woah, that's homophobic". Instead, I went gay. And, THAT'S when I got into an accident.
TC: ...
Ivan, with a proud smile: And THAT'S who I'm in love with, ladies and gentlemen.
Xever: I warned you.
Xever: I'm perfect.
The gang's thoughts on stabbing*
Anton: Would never stab anyone.
Chris: Would stab someone in retaliation.
Baxter: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.
Xever: Would stab without warning.
Ivan: Would stab as a warning.
TC: Time for plan G.
Xever: Don’t you mean plan B?
TC: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Anton: What about plan D?
TC: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Ivan: What about plan E?
TC: I’m hoping not to use it. Chris dies in plan E.
Baxter: I like plan E.
Anton: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-
Anton, to Xever: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.
Baxter, to Ivan: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.
Chris: There are two types of people.
Xever: Baxter is not a morning person. Or a night person. There’s really only about seven minutes a day you are fun to be around.
Baxter: The best part is you never know when they’re coming.
Anton: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella?
Baxter: Don't ever speak to me again.
Chris: Do you ever think? Because I do not.
Baxter: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to TC and Chris’s convo?
Anton: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.
Xever: I'm in the washing machine.
Ivan: I'm in the closet.
Anton: We accept you Ivan. <3
Ivan: No I'm literally in the closet.
Anton: Love is love. <3
Ivan: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.
Baxter: ARE YOU-
Xever: Fucking.
Baxter: KIDDING ME?! YOU-
Xever: Fucking.
Baxter: IDIOT!
Chris: …What was that?
Xever: TC banned Baxter from swearing, so I’m helping them out.
*Everyone is playing a board game together*
Chris: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.
Ivan: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.
Xever: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.
Baxter: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.
TC: *flips the board*
Anton: Pros and cons of dating me.
Anton: Pros. You'll be the cute one.
Anton: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-
#tiger claw#chris bradford#rahzar#xever montes#fishface#baxter stockman#anton zeck#bebop#ivan steranko#rocksteady#foot clan#tmnt 2012#legitimately forgot I could post
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Hi Cin! I saw the post you reblogged about money and it made me think a lot about my sims. They aren’t rich rich as in they don’t have the bank account to spend on private jets and etc but they do have money to buy multiple homes and maybe one or two fancy cars. You wouldn’t guess that because they don’t flaunt their money with designer clothes or anything of the sort but if you visit the homes you’ll know they are very wealthy.
It’s also not the same for all the generations. I have some generations where they don’t have much money or where they have enough money to live a comfortable lifestyle. The post made me look back and think about things.
Yes! I think its really interesting how all of us play this game just in general. I love that, for my Greenwood gameplay, they were nowhere near rich, just inherited some meager land (not counting Junior winning the lotto lmfao).
I think it says a lot, too, about how we view money in our own lives vs how we play with it in the game. Some folks have ultra rich sims with the finest of everything and then others do the rags to riches challenge and start out dead broke! I think its dope and I've done both.
I have a dirty little secret and that is, in my main save, I never remember what homes cost so when I go to move a new character into a lot, I always get the red outline so basically I always do free real estate on lmfao.
I'm a dirty little socialist who believes in housing for all!
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Radio Free Monday
Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!
Ways to Give:
Anon linked to a fundraiser for a friend who has had some unexpected bills come up, and is having trouble asking for help himself because of anxiety; you can read more and support the fundraiser here.
v-ahavta's childhood friend's mother recently had to be hospitalized for a perforated appendix; both she and her daughter are disabled, and are looking at a $250K+ medical bill. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.
nivchara-yahel and rivalconga are disabled queer siblings with ongoing support needs; they are raising funds for help covering housing, food, and medication for chronic illnesses while one looks for from-home work and the other applies for SSDI. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.
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Anon linked to a fundraiser for littlefluffbutt, who is facing homelessness with two daughters due to a predatory loan and support falling through; you can read more and reblog here or support the fundraiser here.
merpancake's father recently passed, and she had to take some time off work while he was in the hospital; her bank account is now in the red and the AC unit in her son's room broke down and needs replacing as soon as possible. They're raising $400 to replace the specialized unit and trying to get back on their feet above and beyond that; you can give via paypal here and she is also offering art commissions at artcake.
Recurring Needs:
beatlesandbards and her partner are being forced out of their apartment with less than 30 days notice (illegally) after the landlord refused to treat severe mold damage and they reported him; they've filed a complaint for retaliation but that takes time, and they have to come up with cash for a security deposit and moving costs, and while still recovering from their car (a source of income through Uber driving) being stolen. You can give via venmo here.
Anon linked to a fundraiser for Jamari Woodard, a young Black teen who was recently attacked by a white man and stabbed in the head with a tire iron. He is doing well but not out of the woods yet, and is going to need a lot of support, plus will be facing medical bills. The perpetrator has not yet been caught, but I understand the attack is being pursued as a hate crime. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.
And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.
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I remember being broke for Christmas one year after food shopping and paying the bills and wrote a post dated check to make sure I could provide a good Christmas for my kids. I’ve lived as high and as low as it’s possible to go. There were times I’d put $10 worth of gas in my tank and other times $50. I’ve had $5 to just feed myself and I’ve also had $200 to go out to eat. I’ve had a house full of food and times I didn’t have any. I’ve been in stores cashing out with no worries and I’ve also had to add it up and put things back on the shelf. I’ve paid my bills in full and I’ve had to pay them late too. I’ve given money and I too have had to ask for it.
We all have highs and lows in life. Some certainly more than others, but we are all just trying to make it.
No one is better than anyone else and my heart is sad for those people who think that they are. No matter how big your house is, how new your car is, or how much money sits in your bank account - we all bleed red and will eventually fade from this earth. Death has no discrimination and neither should your life.
Be kind to others. We are all here to serve. Stop the power tripping. Your oversized ego won’t get you anywhere.
Be humble. And keep faith going.
Very few will actually read this far, but if you’re genuine I challenge you to copy. Most won’t, because they’re the type of people I’m talking about. 💯
I pray you have your happiest holidays!!!
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wanna vent about the last week and share it cause it was therapeutic to type it out and might be insightful for others
I moved out of my dad's house but my bills still go to him until we can change that. he refuses to do online money transfers through paypal or anything so I have to drive an hour to deliver cash to him then drive an hour back once a month. it's super annoying. about two weeks ago, he gave me around 12 hours notice on a saturday night that I need to bring him $1160 in cash the next morning or else he has to pay a $50 overdraft fee that he'd make me cover. (I always use my income tax check to pay my car insurance for the whole year all at once and this was the month for that, plus my car payment and cell phone bill) banks are closed on sundays, and the atm is NOT giving you a thousand in cash. furthermore, my job still hadn't given me a paycheck yet, so I didn't even have it all. (as I type this I've still only been paid for two days of the three weeks I've been there) when the atm inevitably only let me take $500, I got very frustrated
my dad is insufferable and brings out the worst in me. I felt the need in that moment to do whatever I could to hurt myself because I was angry. so I started banging my head against the walls and punching and kicking them. I aimed a kick at the metal part beside the window of the bank, missed, and kicked and broke the window. and of course with the bank being closed all I could do was leave. a couple days later, I get a letter from the bank saying they're closing my account and I would be banned from every branch of their establishment. the letter said nothing about pressing charges or making me pay, so I thought that was the end of it. I realized I was wrong when the cops showed up at my door on tuesday morning to tell me I would need to go to court and pay for the window
I'm stressed, scared, sad, embarrassed, and angry at myself. I blurt out to the cops without meaning to that I should just kill myself. it was stupid as fuck. they immediately call an ambulance and tell me they're taking me to the psych ward and I have no choice in the matter. they say I can board the ambulance willingly and possibly get to leave the same day, or they'd restrain and force me onto it and I'd have to stay at least three days. so I get in the ambulance and am taken to the hospital. after a few hours of testing and talking to different doctors, they tell me I have to stay. naturally I should think, I start sobbing and wailing and throwing an absolute fit, crying that I don't wanna be here. the doctors are humiliating me by yelling at me and treating me like a child, as though I'm reacting irrationally to being effectively kidnapped and having my rights, choices, and autonomy stripped away. I was wailing for like an hour and crying softy the rest of the day. I had to stay for two nights and after talking to seveal doctors throughout the day all saying that I really did not need to be there (no one needs to be there, some people really need help but no one needs a psych ward) they let me go yesterday after the two most boring fucking days of my life
they don't let you do fucking anything there. you can't have your cell phone. if you have a number you can call people on their phone but there's lots of limits to it. there's a community room with a tv with basic cable behind glass and some coloring books, paper, and crayons. no pens or pencils. you can read books if your family brings them to you. that's really it. that's all you can do. they removed the shower head and hose in the baths because someone tried to hang themself with it. they took the microwave out of the community room because someone tried to throw it once. now if you're not in the mood to eat at lunch time you have to eat it cold later or not at all. one person's bad decision removes privileges for everyone. and if someone tries to stab themself in the eye with a crayon, do we lose those too? if someone tries to hit someone with a book, does everyone lose the right to read? if someone hits another person with the remote will it be taken away and you'll have to ask the nurses every time you want to change the channel? there's SO few privileges and stuff to do already and you're at the mercy of everyone else's behavior or even your own emotions to keep it. and you're expected to be complacent and okay and not fucking driven insane by the maddening boredom. it's humiliating, it's infantilization, it's dehumanizing, it's fucking cruel
I was only there for two days but holy shit I definitely just developed a new trauma. I can't stop thinking about the other people there. I can't stop thinking about the old man who the nurses said was okay to leave but none of the family he called wanted to pick him up so they won't let him leave. I can't stop thinking about the people worse off than me who really need help but AREN'T fucking getting it there, who will be forced to stay far longer than I did. about the "help me" and "I'm not happy" carved into the plastic furniture and walls in several spots. about the attempted suicides and surely, inevitable few successes that occured in the rooms I stood in. about the nice guy who was similar to me that I made buddies with and talked to while I was there who seemed so sad to see me go, because he couldn't relate to anyone else there. there's nothing I can do for anyone there and this is going to haunt me
tl;dr, fuck my dad, fuck banks, fuck cops and FUCK mental health insitutions a thousand times over
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Last one for a while, fantasy based - was actual my final project for my creative writing class back in the day.
🛑⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS🛑⚠️: Character Death, I think that’s it?
(To be perfectly honest, I haven’t read any of these since I wrote them)
Stargazers
School is finally out and summer has begun. Casper and Michael are both excited for a summer full of vacations, parties, and road trips. It’s their senior year after all, but unbeknownst to them, they would not survive it.
My name is Casper, named after Casper the Friendly Ghost. The sound of an ice cream truck woke me up, unlike the normal ringing of my alarm clock during the school year. Thank god school is out I thought to myself. I went to the bathroom and brushed my pearly white teeth, brushed my blonde hair back, and finally put contacts on my blue eyes. Then I threw on some swim trunks and an old t-shirt and ate some avocado toast. Then, I headed out to my car to pick up my girlfriend, Mercy Evans, to go to the lake house. It’s our senior year and we’re both committed to UCLA. I pulled up to her house and we loaded her stuff into my car, as mine was already at the lake house from spring break. After which we made the long 3-hour drive to the lake house. My parents owned it, but they were in Europe celebrating their anniversary.
But, as I pulled into the driveway, I saw a beat-up blue Ford truck.
“Why’s Michael here?” Mercy asked me.
“ I don’t know, you stay here while I go sort it out.” I got out of the car and walked up the steps and into the house. I didn’t see him immediately so I yelled.
“MICHAEL, WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING IN MY PARENTS LAKEHOUSE!”
Then this man had the audacity to come down the stairs and say,“Dude, calm down. Your parents said I could stay here over the summer since my apartment got a new landlord. I thought your parents sent you a text about it?”
I have never wanted to punch his green eyed, brown haired self more than in that moment. You see Michael and I have quite the history. Michael was my BEST friend when I was younger, it was probably because we balanced each other. I had a power for fire and he had a power for water. When I was younger, I loved watching the stars with my best friend, Michael. We used to be best friends. Used to; past tense. Michael’s full name is Michael Anthony Renee Campbell so he goes by M.A.R.C. sometimes. We spent every summer together at my family’s lake house. The ironic part about the lake house is I can’t swim. Every summer I would try to learn, but I could never really get the hang of it. His parents were dead, so my parents took him in. Every night during those summers we would go to our special spot in the woods to look at stars. But eventually, we grew up. Middle school came and I wanted to be more popular. I threw a 4th of July party at the special spot. People set off fireworks without me knowing and some of the trees ended up catching on fire, falling. I looked down at the scars on my body as I remember it like yesterday. MARC then called the fire department and an ambulance, but our friendship was never the same again. My parents bought him his own apartment and helped him set up a bank account as well as all the legal things. But hey, people change, the friendship was bound to end sooner or later. Also, it’s time we get back to the present day. It’s summer again.
I checked my phone and saw a text from my mom, “MARC will be at the lake house because his rent was getting too expensive. Try not to burn the place down.” Well looks like there’s no getting out of this arrangement. It can’t be that bad, at the very least this lake house has to be big enough for the both of us, I thought to myself.
We spent 3 weeks living together peacefully. Then, inevitably, a fight broke out when he found out I was throwing a party.
“Don’t you remember what happened at the last one? I mean, just look at your scars,” Michael says.
“It’ll be safer this time, everyone’s more mature.”
“How do you actually know that? Connor said he was mature, and ate a slug on the last day of school for a dare!”
“That’s why he’s uninvited.”
“There’s also a cliff now, what if someone gets injured?”
“The water is deep enough and everyone knows how to swim.”
“You don’t!”
“That’s why I won’t be going near the cliff. Listen, my parents own this house and they signed off on this party in April.”
“Fine, but don’t expect me to help you decorate or anything,” MARC says as he storms off into the woods, presumably to the special place.
Later that night after Mercy helped me decorate the house with a lot of red, white, and blue. The party was in full swing and everyone was having a great time. But of course, something just had to go wrong. I had been decently monitoring who got near the cliff, most of them were strong swimmers. But, the moment I turned around, Connor dove over the edge of the cliff. I don’t even know how he got in because I made sure to uninvite him by telling him it was moved to next week. I guess his friends must’ve told him. Connor couldn’t swim and no one was close enough to save him. He hit the water face first as well, pretty much instantly knocking himself out. By the time he was dragged out, he wasn’t breathing and his pulse was gone. Some of the nursing students tried CPR on him, but to no avail. Authorities were called and let’s just say he went home in a body bag.
It was in the newspaper the next day, “High school graduate dies after falling off cliff.” As for me, I was an adult and was facing a reckless endangerment charge, however, they found an insane amount of alcohol and drugs in his system that I had no idea of. I also had an excellent lawyer. My parents had made sure to find the best to cover up my secret powers as a child. Thankfully, the jury ended up blaming Connor for his own death, saying “it was practically a suicide.” My parents were obviously furious, but at least it wasn’t the forest catching on fire. They said that they didn’t want any more trouble out of me for the rest of my life. I did feel really bad about Connor; I had known him since kindergarten. I cried for like a week straight and even burned my pillow. It was my fault in a lot of ways that Connor would never be able to go to college. I don’t even know how he got his hands on hard drugs. On the fifth night, I thought about getting my first pet goldfish, Goldie. I think about that a lot when I experience something that makes me feel an emotion strongly.
I got Goldie when I was around 3 years old, it was a pretty normal experience. My parents just bought him from Pet Smart and brought him home. However, the part that I remember the most is when I first saw him. I was so excited that I ended up burning him alive, I cried when that happened as well. It was the first time I had ever witnessed my own fire. I didn’t even know what I had done until my parents sat me down and told me that I had fire powers . They said these magic powers were blessings only given to a few every year. I was confused obviously, but they said not to worry about it and I would see special doctors about them soon. When I went to the doctors, they told me that my “ gift” was tied to my emotions. Whenever I felt something strongly, there was a good chance I would burn something but they would teach me how to control it. Every Saturday I would go to those doctors and they would help me control my emotions. That's how I met MARC. Apparently, after one of the meetings he drowned his parents in their car after a very heartbreaking video he was forced to watch. My parents heard about it, and that’s how he became my brother. When high school came around, I was no longer required to go to the doctors. I was told I had enough control now.
After Connor died, tensions were as high as ever at the lake house. MARC never spoke to me when he was there. He was leaving a lot, to where I have no clue. I was worried about him. He was right to be mad at me though. When I woke up one night and wanted to go stargazing, I went to our spot. I saw Michael there and started apologizing.
“Hey man, I know you’re mad at me but I just want to say that I’m sorry for not listening to you about the party.”
“It’s whatever man, what’s done is done.”
“Really? You’re not mad?”
“Oh, I’m still furious at you, don't get me wrong.”
“Is there anything I can do to make this right?”
“No.”
“Oh,” I said as I headed back.
“Where are you going? Didn’t you want to see the stars?” MARC said eerily. All of a sudden I felt a rough splash of water on my head.
“Dude, what! I thought you weren’t mad at me anymore!” I felt my anger boil inside of me. I tried to keep it down, using the breathing technique the doctors taught me. But I just couldn’t, I launched a fireball at Michael that he easily extinguished.
“As if I could ever forgive you lying scum. You showed everyone this spot and for what FAME?!? MIDDLE SCHOOL POPULARITY?!?!? Because of you, this place is charred and burned. This was our place man, I thought we were brothers.”
“You could never be my brother, you killed your own parents! What, are you mad about Connor because now you lost someone else to water?” Ok, maybe that hit a little close to home, but I was mad and wasn’t thinking right. Michael launched a wall of water at me, forcing me to retreat to the lake, which would be his advantage.
“Dude you don’t have to do this,” I begged him.
“You’re only saying that because you don’t want me to kill you,” MARC said as he walked on the water while simultaneously holding a column of it in the air.
He throws it on me, I dry myself off with fire and light a tree on fire to fall right on him. He dodges easily. I don’t know any good fire attacks since I’ve spent my entire life trying to hide them. But I think back to Goldie and remember that I also evaporated his fishbowl with excitement. So desperately I plunge my hands into the large, round lake and put as much fire as I can through my hands. And I guess some of it must have worked because all of sudden I hear. “AH, THAT BURNS! '' from Michael. Then as he sees my point of contact with the water, he gets the water to pull me in somehow, knowing that I can’t swim. The starless night, the vast green trees, it all felt so distant. He knew my weakness, but I knew his: he hated sad things. So, as long as I could get my head over water, I could get him down. But no matter how hard I tried, my vision started to blur and then it dawned on me, maybe the sadness from killing me will end him.
Up above water Michael yells, “Where are you, Casper! This isn’t over yet! The world needs to know M.A.R.C took down the magnificent Casper Campbell!” Casper didn’t surface.
Then Michael felt a sharp pain in his chest, sadness. He had just killed the last member of his family that loved him. There was no way Casper’s parents would take him in now. He collapsed in tears into the water. Then a flame shot out from underneath burning him instantly to death. Casper had held his breath;however, he still couldn’t swim so he died as well. They were together, among the stars they had spent their childhood looking at.
The next morning Mercy found the bodies of both Casper and Michael Campbell on the shore of the lake. Panicking, she called Casper’s parents who flew back from England to sort out the legal chaos. The official causes of death were immolation and drowning. Both supposedly suicides. Mercy was too late, yet again the world was unfair and a child must be brought without a father’s presence.
That’ll be it for me… for now 😛😛
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Charlie's death and Bella on the run.
November 13, 2004 (Saturday)
Charlie and Bella were on a weekend hunting trip in northern New Hampshire. At the same time, two nomads (a male and a female) were hunting in the area. Mid-hunt, they caught the scent of Bella's blood. The venom in Bella's bloodstream off puts her scent just enough so that it is unappetizing to vampires who are desensitized to it. But to the two nomads, Bella was mouth watering.
The nomads changed course. Charlie heard them approach before Bella did. They broke the line of trees, black eyes wild with thirst, to see that one vampire stood between them and their meal. Charlie told Bella to run. She did and Charlie bought her time to escape. Bella ran for 11 miles to the Conneticut river. Charlie had tought her that water can wash away a scent. Bella dove in and swam south. She swam for over 200 miles (vamp speed) and came up when she reached the Conneticut border. It had been around 19 hours since the nomads attacked.
Charlie had an old residence in Enfield. Bella snuck away from the river and found Charlie's old house. She showered, changed clothes, and booked the next flight to Wyoming. Bella had spent her early childhood in a house hidden away in Wind River Range. A mountain range in Wyoming where Charlie had raised her and taught her to control her hybrid abilities. When they moved away from that home, Bella and Charlie agreed that if they ever got seperated, they would meet up at that house.
Back in New Hampshire, the nomads killed Charlie and began hunting down the escaped human. They lost her scent at the river. The male was determined to find her. This human was clearly more than she appeared and he loved a challenge.
November 14, 2004 (Sunday)
It was a 4 hour flight from Connecticut to Wyoming. When Bella reached her childhood home, the sun had set. Weeks go by, and there was been no word from Charlie. Bella ventured out of the house long enough to hunt. She hoped that Charlie would show up, but her instincts told her she'd never see her dad again.
January 7, 2005 (Friday)
New year's had come and gone and Bella had to accept that Charlie was dead. And that she was on her own. That day, the male nomad found Bella. This time he stopped to talk before attacking. He introduced himself as James, told Bella his mate was Victoria and confirmed what Bella suspected. That Charlie was gone. He tormented her with a description of how he and Victoria ripped him apart. James then attacked Bella. She fought him off and managed to cripple him by tearing off part of his leg from the knee down. Bella ran from the mountains to the nearest river. The Green River. She swam south for 3 days and only came up for air when she absolutely needed to. She swam the rivers length until it met the Colorado River. From there she ran for five days to Downey, California. She stopped to hunt along the way.
January 15, 2005 (Saturday)
Downey was where Bella's mom grew up. Bella had spent some time there with her human grandmother. After Gran Marie died, Charlie bought her house. At Gran's house Bella showered, changed clothes, and pack some family heirlooms before heading back out. Bella rented a car and drove for 3 hours to Phoenix, Arizona. By this point Bella had figured that James must be a gifted tracker. She didn't know how his gift worked, but she had a plan to stay ahead of him.
In Phoenix, Bella rents a hotel room and puts her plan into motion. Her plan is to create false trails for James to follow. Bella buys several one way plane tickets with her various credit cards. She buys tickets for random places in the U.S., Canada, and Europe. Bella then opens up a new bank account and transfers money from some of Charlie's accounts. She withdrew cash and used it to rent a car. Bella picked a random spot on the map. Forks, Washington. A small town hidden under a near constant cloud of rain.
January 17, 2005 (Monday)
Bella left Phoenix. She drove 10 hours to Seattle, Washington. In Seattle she bought a used 1953 red Chevy Pickup that had been restored and sold to the dealership. It wasn't fast or flashy, but it would blend in a small town. She drove for 3 hours to Forks. Bella arrived in Forks at nightfall where she bought a small house. She paid a upfront with cash and settled into her room.
January 18, 2005 (Tuesday)
Word about Forks' newest resident had already spread. Bella went into town to buy some essentials and answered questions from curious town folk. Over the following week, Bella fabricated a story about how she was an emancipated minor living on her own. And that she was living on money inherited from her late father and late grandparents. Bella also enrolled herself in the local high school. A couple of times Bella caught the scent of vampires. It was faded and Bella didn't recognize it has James or Victoria. Bella could only hope that the scent was old.
January 25, 2005 (Tuesday)
It was Bella's first day at Forks High School. And her first encounter with the Cullen family. Bella had an afternoon Biology class with Edythe Cullen whom she was absolutely smitten with. As far as first days go, this one was alright. Or at least it was until Tyler's van hit a patch of ice wrong and spun out of control towards Bella. Bella was forced to use her abilities to move out of the van's path.
#twilight#twilight au#life and death#life and death crossover#bella swan#vampire hybrid bella#charlie swan#vampire charlie#twilight james#twilight victoria#edythe cullen#my au#marie higginbotham#renee swan
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The Beaufort’s Legacy Challenge🏡
This Challenge was made by Me! TaylorsSimsWorld!
It all started with The Beaufort’s
(French origin), this last name is a combination of two words beau, meaning “beautiful” and fort, meaning “fortress or strong palace”. (“BOH-ferts” like bow)
As someone who has been playing The Sims for years and have bought all the expansions packs/game packs you tend to forget/not even play with those forgotten packs….😥
Well this legacy challenge includes ALL the expansions/game packs and brings the fun back into them!!🥳️
Each generation will be focused on two expansion packs and two game packs, as your beautiful family grows you find more ways to use the packs to your storytelling abilities💛
This legacy challenge will allow you to pick and create your own story as this challenge allows YOU to make the decision and create your own legacy story✨
THIS IS YOUR STORY!!!! Don’t let the rules restrict you from making this truly your perfect family, if you think something else goes better change it!! Have fun!
Rules
No money cheats (unless stated otherwise in the rules for story telling purposes)
You are more than welcome to do anything that’s not apart of the rules list! Unless stated otherwise! (Remember the rules are simply an outline!) if you want to max out another skill do it!!!
You must compete all the goals and challenges in each generation to move on!!
Traits are totally up to you!!! Unless it’s the heir!! Then each generation will have one trait they must have!
The game requirements
All Sims 4 expansions and game packs
Some mods may be needed
Mod Requirements For All Generations
These are the mods that will be required for each of the generations.
Career Overhaul Suite
SNBank Bills
MC Command Centre (optional but highly recommended).
More Traits in CAS
Mods list not yet complete….
1.Mr. And Mrs. Beaufort’s
(Get To Work) (Get Together) (outdoor ReTreat) (Spa Day)
It all started with The BeauFort’s, They met in high school where they became high school sweethearts, they both came from abusive homes so at a young age they clung onto each other and promised each other to never hurt each other like there parents did,they never wanted there children or themselves to ever have to go through that kind of suffering, they got engaged right before graduation, they were the happiest they could have ever been, unfortunately only two days after the engagement soon to be Mrs.Beaufort’s mother and father suffered a horrible car accident, where they passed away……
This broke the soon to be brides heart and she dropped out of high school dedicated to fixing up her family home and making money on the homestead, Mr.Beaufort graduated high school despite the love of his life not being there, they moved in together and that’s where the story begins…….
1.Mr. And Mrs. Beaufort’s
(Get To Work) (Get Together) (outdoor ReTreat) (Spa Day)
To get started:
Create both Mr and Mrs. Beaufort and set the relationship status to fiancé and fiancée
Build or download your dream cabin! (These sims will NOT BE ALLOW TO MOVE, so choose your cabin wisely)
Add the simple Living lot trait ( once your sim has $15,000 this trait can be removed)
Once your house is built you have $10,000 to decorate the entire house (once your house is decorated set your sims bank account to $0)
One sims MUST have a career from the Get to Work pack
Traits: Child of Nature
Aspiration: Super Parent/Successful Legacy
Career: Homesteader/ Get to Work Career
Goals
Young adult-
Create your own club (Once the club is created your sims must continue club outings throughout there WHOLE life)
Reach level 4 of your career (career must be from Get to Work pack)
Reach level 5 of parenting skill
Go to the spa at least once a week
Sims must go on at least two holiday trips camping (outdoor retreat)
Adult
Reach level 10 of your Career
Reach level 5 of parenting skill and Charisma skill
Have a huge garden
Have at least one chicken coop and one animal barn
Go to the spa at least twice a week
Sims must go on at least one holiday camping trip
Elder-
Must have at least two children
Must have complete Super parent aspiration
Must have $20,000 saved up to give to the heir of the next generation
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