#overall hes lost custody of his kids whenever he wanted to or not | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

amphii-writes · 3 years

Text

Random Haikyuu Head Canons I Have

these are all taken from my discord server cause i remember to write them there, if you want to request fanfics, my requests are W I D E open! there is also nO order! these are just all the headcanons i could find tbh

warnings: mentions of blood, and just overall wild times, swearing

Asahi loves knitting sweaters because his shoulders are broad and he also loves seeing the reactions from his teammates when they get a sweater from him! He says he buys them but he doesn’t

Aone likes knitting socks because he has big feet and he loves fluffy knee high socks but his team will never know

Asahi and Aone regularly hang out and knit together! (after asahi wasnt scared of him anyways)

Nishinoya gives you shiny rocks he finds because “your eyes shine like them!”

Yamaguchi likes to have your head rest on his chest while cuddling!

Aone likes to bake

Aone dressed like a polar bear because koganegawa told him to- halloween was amazing

daICHI HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON

Daichi secretly can make some kick ass steak and is amazing at grilling sorry

Okay but real talk, Kenma and Yaku swear like sailors and it scares everyone because they always whisper the most foul, insulting things under their breath. Hearing it is like seeing a cryptid

Speaking of cryptids, Fukunaga and Shibayama are THE most true crime, mythology, and mystery obsessed fanatics on the team and often fanboy about it together

Fukunaga’s obsession with moth man has gotten to an unhealthy stage

Kenma absolutely had a vampire phase and has read twilight. Only Kuroo knows and has sworn to secrecy via blood pact

Kuroo’s a musical nerd. Knows all of the lyrics to Hamilton, BMC, DEH, Heathers, Rent, Beetlejuice, Etc. Kenma considered dropping him because of it

Iwaizumi tells the worst dad jokes and Kyotani, wanting to beat him, started doing it too and it drives everyone insane

Yahaba and Matsukawa get along surprisingly well. Both are true crime freaks and bond over their forensic files obsessions

Matsukawa didn’t really like his thick eyebrows so he got one of his female friends to pluck it for him, but almost cried and gave up after the first hair. Oikawa called him a pussy for the next year

Hanamaki jokingly flirts with everyone on the team so most of them just got used to it, but it still confuses Kindaichi to the point of mental breakdown

Makki called Kyotani ‘puppy’ as a joke once and now mad dog is truly terrified of him

Kyotani’s dog absolutely ADORES Oikawa and it’s the funniest shit to the rest of the team

Mattsun and Makki play DnD and once convinced Yahaba and Kyotani to join. Kyotani kept rolling to fight everyone and Yahaba was a bard that kept rolling to seduce everyone. They kept yelling across the board so they had to kick them out

Outside of his school uniform, Goshiki specifically wears only plaid

Tendou makes little chocolates for the whole team every once in a while so they don’t think he’s scary

Semi and Shirabu once had a fistfight in an abandoned McDonald’s parking lot while Tendou filmed and Goshiki cheered them on

Everybody makes fun of Shirabu’s haircut but nobody dares to say it to his face. its gotten to the point where they say he got it done by a blind old lady

There’s a running joke about Shirabu also getting his haircut from prison but Goshiki is starting to suspect that it may not be a joke

Yamagata and Tendou are good friends with the mutual goal of collecting as much blackmail on their team as possible

Tendou loves animals generally considered to be ‘ugly’ like rats, crows, reptiles, etc.

80% of Goshiki’s playlist is shit overplayed on the radio. Him, Shirabu, Tendou, Kawanishi and Ushijima have a permanent ban from the aux cord

Nobody watches YouTube with Ushijima because he never skips the damn ads (other than tendou)

Suna once said y’all’dn’t’ve unironically and made a first year cry

Akagi once said UwU unironically and had an identity crisis.

Osamu has one of those rainbow gaming keyboards and is constantly on a discord call. Atsumu always yells weird shit in the background to embarrass him and once pretended to be him

During Seijoh group chat arguments. Hanamaki and Mattsukawa like to drop facebook minion memes in just to piss everyone off even more

mattsun and maki both have separate photo albums in their phones labelled ‘minion memes to piss everyone off’

Hinata carries a pocket knife and no one has no fucking idea why

mattsun and maki both have matching rat fursuits that look like they actually where in a sewer- they chased oikawa around

For all his talk of plant analogies and metaphors, Ushijima cant grow shit

Goshiki’s Bangs are the way they are because his favorite character was Rock Lee from Naruto

Oikawa has watched Ouran High School Host Club front to back so many times and he can quote all of Tamaki’s lines by heart -He keeps bothering Iwaizumi to “be his Haruhi, since you’re shorter than me”

Koganegawa has definitely gone as an Angry Bird for Halloween

Fukunaga has those reflective cat eyes, and he has terrified Yamamoto on several occasion

Hanamaki and Matsukawa have a teddy bear that they pretend is their child and they share custody

Suga always sprays whipped cream straight into his mouth whenever he sees a can

Nishinoya definitely bit people as a kid

Nishinoya would be the guy to wear shorts all year round and even if it's snowing, he'll insist he's not cold

Tendou is still stuck in his emo phase and would fangirl over Creepypasta with me and I appreciate that (me too buddy, me fuckin too)

Kyoutani LOOKS like he’d listen to viking death metal, but in reality he listens to Mother Mother and knows all the words to Ghosting

Sugawara would definitely encourage me to dumb shit and not stop me, and you’re all dumb for thinking he wouldn’t

KENMA IS NOT ‘uwu owo’ SHY, HE IS ‘your fucking gross’ SHY SO LITERALLY STFU

Bokuto listens to Nicki Manaj. And knows all the words. To every. Single. Song.

Ushijima for some reason knows an odd amount of 90′s-2000′s R&B and he will hum along to the songs if they come on the radio (he also loves Dolly Parton) ((he says he relates to her music))

Bokuto once ate instant ramen for an entire month

TERUSHIMA DID TRY TO FUCK A PLANT WHILE SHITFACED AND GOD I STAND BY WHAT I SAID

atsumu let’s you put makeup on him and pretends to eat the brushes (do yk what im talking about- like n o m)

tendou ran for school president as a joke but actually won

i 100% believe that all of karasuno’s third years apologize when they bump into inanimate objects, but when suga is really tired or stressed out, he’ll yell at them instead.

Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Taketora have a group chat called "Bros who want sum hoes" and they send each other hypebeast memes and shit

Sugawara knows how to do a bunch of flexible shit because he sometimes goes to yoga with daichi and asahi's moms, its fucking hilarious

tanaka and noya both breakdance- they work as a team and sometimes go to tokyo for underground competitions- saeko drives them

Daichi knows a little ballet- nobody other than Kiyoko knows because they saw each other at the ballet class and had to work together- dont tell tanaka and noya that he lifted her though

Osamu once put glitter on Atsumu's pillow- he still finds hot pink glitter on shit

kita knits and crochets with his grandma

Kita's grandma knows everyone's names because kita talks shit bout them, her favorite is Aran

Kuroo has burnt his eyebrows off doing an experiment. His goggles didn't cover all his brows,,, so he just showed up to practice like that. No eyebrows and a chemical burn

kenma has played all kinds of games, but he was dared to play corpse party by kuroo. He wasn't scared because of the gore, he was thinking about the trauma the characters went through. Punched kuroo the next day because that game was fucked up

Lev isn't a strong swimmer, so he often grabs people by the head to keep himself up. happened with kenma and lev couldn't walk due to the force of kenmas suprised water kicks

akaashi has those fancy pens that you have to dip in ink and they're so nice

Bokuto has and will eat pencil erasers again

Daichi once almost lost his shit at his team but instead he lost his shit at the door that decided to stub his toe on the way out of the gym. not the best thing to be found yelling to.

Yamaguchi for sure has been dragged to one of terushimas parties because he didnt wanna say no. oh and terushima has like frat boy level parties too. Yams has for sure had some wild nights and doubts anyone other than Tsukishima and the party-goers will ever know

Akaashi can actually flirt very well! He reads romance novels sometimes and has analyzed any and every book in his possession! so he's actually quite charming

Daihsou unironically posted on twitter after mika broke up with him "I still see her shadows in my room"

Mattsun and Maki run a fake oikawa account; its been going ever since twitter even started getting popular and they even started sending messages in spanish. The posts would range from "I love all my fans!" to flirting with them :) Oikawa is pissed cause the account got verified before he did and most of his fans also follow the fake oikawa. Tooru has no idea who runs it JUST IMAGINE OIKAWA JUST LIKE RANTING TO THE SEIJOH 3RD YEAR ALUMNI AND JUST "no Iwa-chan, you dont understand! they run a fake account and pretend to be me!" while makki and mattsun laugh their asses off

Oh, kenma for sure has pretended to be a girl on discord and has gotten someone to buy him stuff. after they do he says in his normal voice "fucking simp" and then hangs up and blocks the other persons discord

Yamamoto, despite his rough appearance, loves kids and has and will be a human jungle gym

suna in middle school had a game with his friends about who could make kids cry the fastest

The twins switched places back in middle school and nobody could tell because of how great they are at acting like eachother

Daichi once arrested coach ukai for public intoxication after a game :|

Daichi has arrested many people from his old volleyball team but the most memorable case was when he arrested tanaka and noya for reckless driving. poor idiots got so scared when they saw their old captains face in their mirror and started to pray

tanaka, while trying to intimidate someone, once said "You dont gotta tell me twice, i may be straight but these hands are bisexual" and he often cringes at night thinking about it

Kageyama, as a comeback to Tsukishima, said "one thing about us royalty is that we love to feast" and he also fuckin hates what he said

the third years made a cult for Kiyoko. they chant every wednesday "i'll do anything for kiyoko, she makes me go loco"

oikawas fangirls are known to be fucking rabid

yAMAMOTO AND KENMA AFTER THEIR FIGHT WERE FORCED BY KUROO TO MAKE IT UP: so they dyed their hair together

Makki and mattsun sang two trucks in front of the entire team. everyone was so confused. Makki: "twO TRUCKS HAVIN SEX!!" Mattsun: "oH yEs!"THEY'D SWITCH OFF AND HAVE LIKE CHOREOGRAPHY TOO LIKE THEY'D DO A TANGO WHILE THE SONG IS LIKE "two beer trucks, making love"

tendou once called Oikawa "mr. no-nationals" and got kicked in the shins before iwaizumi could save him

Tsukishima had a my little pony phase

you work with matsukawa at a morgue and he makes dead people jokes while you fix some dead guys face with wax and makeup he'd be like "so didnt he like,,, stick his head out of the sunroof of a moving fuckin car??" he'd be singing dumb ways to die the entire day

i feel like Kuroo has one crazy accident a year. like it might not be deadly but its fucking crazy like for example: Kuroo for sure has ridden in a shopping cart at past midnight with kenma (who pushed him down a hill) causing Kuroo to get scratched up hella well. he lied and said he spent the night with a girl and kenma fucking hated himself cause he would be the girl if that was true

Mattsun has flirted with the 4th years moms before (AS A JOKE), and because of this: he is known as “fuckin milf hunter” sometimes by the team

Warning, this next headcanon is talking about cannabis, weed, mary jane, the zoink root. so if your uncomfortable, please dont read below :)

dude i wanna get high as SHIT with Asahi

i think Asahi would be one of those mfkers who takes one hit and is gone

ASAHI ACCIDENTALLY GOING TO PRACTICE ZOINKED

IMAGINE HIM SEEING TSUKISHIMA AND JUST "he looks so judgemental,,, im scared"

OR LIKE A MAD DAICHI AND JUST "i'm gonna,,, im gonna go jump out the window now"

Noya and Tanaka would know tho, i feel like they'd have a 6th sense when it comes to weed. they probably get some from Saeko cause she'd rather they do it in the house. they'd smell asahi like fucking dogs and just so,,, big guy had fun without us huh?

DAICHI WOULD KNOW ABOUT ASAHI BEING ZOINKED, SMASH HIS FACE INTO THE WALL, TURN AROUND WITH A RED MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND WITH A BEAMING SMILE AND FEUX ENTHUSIASM SAY: "YOSH, LETS WARM UP!"

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu crack #haikyuu boys #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyu x reader

34 notes · View notes

fieryhcart · 3 years

Text

✨ candice patton, cisfemale, she/her — whenever i see adelaide “addie” savoy meandering down agnes street growing pains by alessia cara starts to play inside my head. maybe it is the vibe they give off. overalls stained with paint, rustic sewing machines, band-aids and lollipops on her purse at all times ; you know ? artistic impressions is what keeps them interested in agnes. i heard they are a thirty-two year old b&b ower . they look like the kind of person who has it all figured out. // @agnesextra

TW: child neglect, abuse, arson.

‘ello chickens! it is i, g aka the dumb dumb behind alexander, once more bringing you a character nobody asked for but hopefully someone will love? she is my precious baby and i adore her so hopefully, she’ll find a home and a family here with all of you and your amazing characters. without further ado, i’ll introduce you to my baby, addie.

addie was born in peachtree, georgia as adelaide savoy dupont, daughter of a salesman/conman and an atlanta socialité who learned to be a scammer thanks to her husband and taught addie to be one as well from a very young age.

they part of the renown du pont family, so they p much lived like royalty for a good portion of addie’s life, even though her parents were never affectionate towards her and p much only used her whenever they needed something from her because no one suspected the little girl with the ponytails and sweet smile.

theodore michael savoy du pont, addie’s younger brother was born when Adelaide was around nine. their mother lost interest on teddy pretty quickly so addie pretty much raised the kid as well as she could after she turned thirteen and the two formed an unbreakable bond very quickly. the most their parents neglected them, the closer they got.

CHILD NEGLECT TW the worst instance of their parents neglecting both addie and teddy happened right after teddy turned 7. their friends and family found out about how the couple had played them and the savoy family lost all respect within the community, so they quickly started to go in debt with banks and strangers to try to live the life they were so used to. by this time, the matrimony had mostly forgotten their kids to the point where they stopped providing for them unless they needed adelaide for some job, so it was all addie’s responsibility to not only care for her brother but her parents somehow. she started working (an honest job) when she was fifteeen and never truly stopped.

ARSON TW when addie was seventeen, one year from graduating high school her parents made a decision: they needed money to pay off credit debts and alas, they needed to burn down the house the du ponts had bought for them down. when she heard about the plans, addie started to storage as many stuff as she could when she was informed of what was going to happen (was guilt-tripped into staying silent) and the night her parents actually burnt the house down, addie grabbed teddy, everything she had gathered, a car a friend had lend to her and fleed peachtree. the two siblings never look back.

in the next years, the savoy siblings lived in around eight different cities in the usa, where addie would work two, three jobs and sometimes homeschool teddy, since they moved a lot and couldn’t find schools for him.

when addie turned 18, she sued her parents and gained teddy’s custody, becoming his legal guardian and raising him as such, all by herself

the savoy siblings arrived to islesbury in 2015, when addie was 26 and teddy 16 after receiving an inheritance from the du pont. they bought a nice house in town and a bigger manor near the beach in shambles and worked to turn it into ALMOST HEAVEN INN, a b&b addie still manages to this day. she also makes all of her and some of teddy’s clothes (something she had to learn to do after their parents stopped providing for them), paints and sculpts.

when the two arrived to islesbury, addie met someone she completely fell in love with and within a year, the couple was already married (i already submitted the wc to main BUT PLEASE GIVE ME ADDIE’S SPOUSE I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS IN MIND) and raised teddy together for a year, until he started college.

he recently graduated as a vet, still lives with addie and her spouse and is addie’s biggest pride and joy.

most days, addie is one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, the kind of girl who smiles at everyone she meets and greets strangers with a smile on the daily. she likes making people around her happy. she thrives when people around her shine.

however, she can be very closed off and go as far as to be very deceitful? I mean, she is sharp, even though people don’t think she is because they write her off as a “southern belle” type, but what most people don’t know is she can be cunning whenever she sets her mind on it, she learned from a very young age how to take advantage of everything she had to get what she had her mind settled on.

the one thing she cares the most about in the world is her brother. the boy is pretty much her own and has been since the day he was born, she would stop at nothing to make sure he is fine and he is happy.

her hobbies include painting and sculpting (which she makes some money off of), gardening (the Atkins sibling’s home is a glorified zen garden by now) and designing (she sometimes uses this skill to make clothes for selling to friends and acquaintances).

loyal to no end, good god. It takes a lot for her to feel comfortable with someone to call them her friend but once she does, she is the most loyal friend. also the mom friend, no matter how close you are. If it’s even a little bit chilly outside and she sees a stranger shivering she WILL give them her sweater, has medicine and candy on her at all times.

she can be quite impetuous and extremely curious to the verge of being noisy, but never in a malicious way, unless you mess with someone she cares about.

whatever you throw her way, she’ll land on her feet.

i’ll post her full bio later but please if anyone wants to plot with my baby, give this a like and i’ll come to you!

#agnesfm.intro

2 notes · View notes

redslilstories · 4 years

Text

If it's love

Author: lilyme (aka. redslilpictures aka me ;)) Summary: Set sometime after 16x16. Callie and Arizona receive some upsetting news. But it is their place to be upset about it? Characters: Callie/Arizona, Sofia Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Grey's Anatomy". They were created by Shonda Rhimes and belong to her and the ABC network. No copyright infringement intended! All mistakes are mine.

About to enter the house, Callie was startled by her energetic daughter yanking open the front door and jumping out.

"Hi, Mama!" Sofia gifted her mother with a sideways hug, her head already on an entirely different matter, "I'm gonna feed the chicken and see, if they have any eggs for breakfast!"

"Okay," Callie smiled at the eagerness of her offspring and went inside. How anyone genetically related to her could be this perky in the morning, was a mystery to her. She herself most of the time was as cranky as a bear at this time of day.

But she knew whose notoriously good morning mood had rubbed off on the girl and soon found the perkiness personified in the kitchen of the house that kind of resembled this attitude as well. With its light colors, flowery decorations and overall pretty girly atmosphere.

It was the house Arizona had chosen to live in, and it fit her like a shoe. Including the coop full of chicken she had always dreamed of.

Callie had a mixed relationship with the fowl. The rooster of the bunch, King Louie, always tried to peck her, but only her. The chicks, Dolores, Selma and Agneta were nice enough, though. And the smallest of them, little Betty, seemed pretty fond of her and came fluttering over whenever she neared the coop. Which itself was a rare event, but if she did, she always found herself giggling at the little thing's antics.

The chicken owner smiled as she took notice of the woman's presence. "Hi! Did you get everything?" the blonde wondered, as she bustled about the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah, I did," Callie replied and held up two paper bags with freshly baked goods. "Even got some raspberry cream cheese danish". She knew they were Arizona's favorites, but not always available... because they were a lot of other people's favorite as well.

"Aww, you're so sweet," Arizona gushed, as she followed Callie into the dining room, where the brunette was arranging the assorted roll, croissants and danish on the table.

Since Arizona had relocated to New York as well, this Sunday breakfast was their weekly ritual. With their always busy schedules, caught between school, work and research, Sunday was often the only day that all three of them had off.

And they made sure to make the most of it. Callie bringing goods from the bakery, Sofia fetching eggs and Arizona preparing them a yummy breakfast they'd enjoy in all length together and talk about what was happening in their lives right now. Things Sofia was doing in school, talks about their projects at work and everything else they had on their minds.

And from the pensive look Callie wore on her face this morning, Arizona knew there was something massive on her mind right now.

"You look... kinda perturbed," Arizona tried carefully as she watched the brunette from the entrance to the room. She had known Callie long enough to notice that furrow in her brow. Even having been divorced for years she had never lost that ability to read her. Where other people maybe even saw a neutral expression, she could detect the slightest disturbance in her mood.

"Hm?" Callie looked up at the alarmed woman, smiling lightly at the blond emotion detector. Always on the lookout for the well-being of the people around her. A trait Callie had never failed to appreciate - even during their rockier phases. And now that they were on good terms again and she had Arizona as a constant presence in her life once more, she rarely hesitated to express her thoughts. "Oh, I just got a mail from Mer this morning. About things happening in Seattle and stuff".

"Huh," Arizona nodded at the explanation. They still kept in contact with their friends on the West Coast, as much as time and distance allowed.

Arizona still held pretty close bonds with April. April, who had settled in nicely with Matthew, Harriet, Ruby and their newborn son Philip and was living an uneventful and simple life.

And both of them still heard regularly from Teddy, Meredith and the others. But news from that front often more or less equaled a soap opera. A not necessarily well-written soap opera with too much what-the-heck drama and too many you've-got-to-be-kidding-me twists and turns for the worse. It would actually be funny to witness the ridiculousness of it all, if it wasn't happening in real life.

"Is something wrong?" Arizona subsequently wondered, and pushed herself off the door frame as Callie pulled out her phone, apparently willing to let her read the mail as well.

The brunette handed her phone after a few taps and Arizona began reading unusually long text, bordering on a rant she had received from Meredith.

And then she watched as Arizona read it, expecting to find the same emotions she had felt overcoming the blonde. Emotions of disbelief and a good part of anger.

After walking the length of the living room a few times while studying the text intensely, the blonde retreated to the couch, her face still surprisingly neutral. Eventually she let the phone sink into her lap and spoke softly, "Well... that's a major plot twist," her eyes still on the words written.

Callie was confused by Arizona's calmness. "Wh... That's all you're gonna say to that?" she asked as she sat next to the blonde.

"Well...," Arizona muttered, confronted with upset Callie, "as his mentor, I hope he finds a hospital that can really appreciate the outstanding doctor he's become," she spoke with a little sentiment, as she thought back on the years she had trained the man Meredith's elaborate text was about in peds.

Alex Karev had without a warning decided to leave behind Seattle and everything he had there to start a new life in the middle of nowhere. Or – as it was officially called - Kansas.

A move that in itself would be difficult to understand, since he had a promising career set in Seattle. But apparently there were reasons not in anyone else's control.

"As his friend...," she continued with a shrug, "I hope he'll find all the happiness he deserves. Though I have to say that ditching Jo via letter is so...," she shook her head, and finally Callie could see some emotion bubbling up in her, "God, I feel so awful for her. Believe me, if I had a brick right now, I'd hit him in the head from here!"

"Yeah!" Callie sighed, relieved that she herself wasn't just overreacting about all this, but that his behavior towards Jo really was a low blow.

Callie had seen him grow, witnessed the transformation from a fairly douchy intern who didn't particularly care about the women he slept with to not only a well-respected surgeon but also a man who had truly learned to invest into his relationships and cherish them.

And she knew that Arizona had witnessed it all even closer, having spent years working with him side by side on a daily basis. It had to be a letdown. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the blonde's grip tighten around her phone as the woman's thoughts now clearly circled around this upsetting new development. Carefully she wrangled the device out of the tense fingers before it met its fate as a substitute brick.

Arizona looked at the brunette and saw the mildly warning look telling her to let her phone live and released it with a faint smile. "It's a load of crap," she summed up her thoughts about Alex and Jo. Jo, who had also become a much beloved friend to her over the years. Their wedding... or rather all the mishaps happening on the day of their wedding... were among the last active memories she had of Seattle, with her and Sofia having left later that night to come to New York. Now she thought that maybe all the hindrances that day had been a sign for them. That some Powers that Be didn't think they belonged together. And rather wanted him in someone else's arms. "But... I don't know... if Izzie makes him happy..."

Immediately Callie scoffed beside her, and Arizona pressed her lips together. She knew Izzie was a sore spot for Callie. Understandably, after all the humiliation she has had to face back at the hospital in Seattle because of her. And that didn't even only involve Izzie sleeping with George.

And then there was everything else... "The way she's treated Alex... I mean, she's left him in debt with her hospital bills and just disappeared. That's not what you do. I know how long it's taken him to get out of that and get over her. And now he's going back to the person who's hurt him more than anyone?" she shook her head before letting herself sink against the backrest of the couch. "I don't see why. Think he's just doing it for the kids?" she wondered about the twins that Izzie has apparently given birth to five years ago.

She looked expectantly at Arizona, who had turned towards her and sat with her leg bent, her head braced on her fist and her face... sporting two raised eyebrows and a pensive look.

Callie countered the expression with a soft "What...?", unsure of what it was supposed to tell her.

"You know... that a lot of that is exactly what can be said about us, right?" Arizona voiced her thoughts carefully.

"What...!?" Callie repeated, though fairly shriller now, startled at the statement her girlfriend suddenly confronted her with. "We're not... I...," she stammered as she sat up, afraid that Arizona still held a grudge against her. Even though she had reassured her that she didn't.

"Easy, sweetie...," Arizona tried to calm her with a hand to her thigh. She knew what Callie wanted to say. "I'm don't mean the fight over Sofia's custody. Though it was... really painful for all of us," she exhaled deeply, thinking back on it.

And Callie bowed her head, not able to look the blonde into the eye. Because she knew she was the main cause for all that pain, having had her lawyer throw the worst accusations at her then ex in court.

"I...," Arizona continued, "there are the things that let up to that... The way I treated you after my amputation. The way I yelled at you, threw things at you, verbally and literally... It was a low that I never thought I could reach. But then... I cheated on you. And I realized I could go even lower. And I will forever hate myself for that," her voice trembled.

Callie looked back up at the blonde, who was obviously struggling to keep her emotions in check as she remembered that time. That time she had broken her ever-so-supportive wife. And Callie remembered too. It was something that still hurt her deeply.

"That you were even willing to start new with me then... after the damage I've done... it was more than I could have hoped for," Arizona began to sob, as her tears finally overwhelmed her, and Callie cupped her hand in comfort, wanting to show her that everything was okay now.

Only to have Arizona's train of thought steer back to where it had taken off. "But I guess we weren't ready then and it consequently ended in divorce... with all its unfortunate consequences. And a lot of people would say that it all should have ended there. That we are just no good for each other".

"But who are they to judge?" Callie protested, her face a whirl of confusion and fear, still not sure where Arizona was going with this.

No one else had a saying in their being together. Yes, part of her was scarred from the betrayal. And she knew Arizona was still reeling from the custody battle too... among other things. But they had learned to cope over the years. And had even learned to heal.

And when the blonde turned her hands in Callie's to clasp them with a teary smile and replied "That's what I mean," Callie finally realized her intentions. "We've made mistakes. It's blatantly obvious, and we both know it. But... the moment Sof and I landed in New York, and I saw you standing there, smiling impossibly wide not at her, but at me... I just...I knew it had been the right decision," Arizona remembered the first time she had seen the brunette after over a year of having only communicated via texts and phone calls. "That I was coming home".

And while Callie had changed, most obviously her hair style, now cut short and shaved on the sides, she was still the same woman Arizona had fallen in love with way, way back in Seattle.

Callie smiled at this, remembering how elated she had been when Arizona had told her, Sofia would come back to New York. That she would finally be with her daughter again. And she remembered her nervousness at hearing that Arizona would accompany her. Unsure of how the blonde stood towards her. After all, Arizona was giving up her established life because Callie had fled to the East Coast to pursue a relationship that had failed after only seven months. It could be cause for resentment.

But seeing Arizona again in person and hearing how excited she was, it had calmed her. And listening to her tell her about everything she had planned for her new life and showing true interest in everything the brunette had experienced in New York so far... Callie had known it would be good.

As it turned out better than good.

While their main priority was Sofia and the girl's well-being in her old, new, old life in New York, this priority had inevitably drawn Callie and Arizona closer again. In the first two months in New York they had spent more time together than in the two years between their separation and Callie moving to New York.

First as parents, then as friends.

And at some point the friendly parents had remembered what they had once loved about the other. And still loved.

Of course there had been trepidation about starting anew. After all, they had already screwed up massively and made life impossibly hard on so many people. Especially Sofia.

But with exactly that past, they were wiser now and knew what it took to make it work. Talking to each other, listening to what the other woman was saying, and also get help from outside, if necessary.

And so far they were doing extremely well.

Arizona's heart smiled as she saw Callie relax visibly. Now that it was clear to the brunette that they weren't in any trouble. That this was the opposite of trouble.

She cupped Callie's cheek. "I still you so much. More than ever before," she reassured Callie. "You make me happier than anyone else ever could. Despite what other people might think. They aren't important. We are. We belong together. And there's really no one else I'd want to spend my life with".

"I love you too," Callie whimpered and leaned forward to engulf her love in a fierce hug, so grateful to have Arizona back in her life. Despite all the evils that had happened to them and that they had partly afflicted on each other. But Arizona was right. They belonged together, despite their past. "And I'm so happy to have you back," she continued, and received reassuring kisses to her cheek.

It was only two months ago that Callie and Arizona had moved into Arizona's dream house. And while the situation was still somewhat new, and she was still getting used to its girly charm and the pecking of King Louie, she never wanted to leave this place anymore,

Because it held her love. It held her life. Her dream.

"So... Alex and Izzie... think you can handle it?" Arizona questioned as she eventually released the brunette.

"Hm," Callie pondered, "if she makes him happy, I guess" she simply returned, Arizona's reasoning that an outsider's opinion to this couple was not that relevant still in her ear. "Plus, it's not like I have to interact with her. Kansas is far enough, luckily. Though I have to say, I'd love to meet the kids".

Arizona laughed at this. "I know! If his genes hit through, they're probably pretty..."

"... grumpy, smart-ass and foul-mouthed?" Callie offered tongue-in-cheek.

"I was gonna say, quite a handful. But... yeah, that works," Arizona giggled. "But definitely adorable".

"Mami, Mama! I got some eggs!" Sofia came rushing inside with a little basket containing four eggs. "And I fed the chicken too. But Selma and King Louie weren't hungry. I think they were playing piggyback. Or they are making a baby chicken. Which is... eww...," she exclaimed.

The women laughed wholeheartedly at their girl. Sofia knew all about the birds and the bees, the roosters and the hens or the mamas and the daddies by now. And while she was fascinated by the concept of creating life, the way to make it happen pretty much appalled her.

Which Callie and Arizona were very okay with. At her age of eight, turning nine soon, they much preferred that attitude over too much curiosity about the act itself.

Eventually that would come, and they knew that in a few years from now they would be having a more serious talk about how human babies were made. Arizona had already joked that they'd probably decide over a party of Rock, Paper, Scissors about whether her or Callie would have to have that talk with their daughter.

But they were so happy they could experience Sofia grow up and learn new things every day together.

They had been given this new chance. And they worked every day to cherish this chance, despite outside opinions.

They wanted to be their best together. And they wanted to be their best for their kid.

And that made them understand Alex' motivations. His need to be with his kids. And his need to be together with the woman he had learned to love again despite their past.

And despite ambivalent thoughts they had on it all, they wished him all the best.

END

#callie torres #arizona robbins #sofia robbin sloan torres #Calzona #calzona fanfiction #calzona in new york #Team Calzona #calzona forever #family #love

50 notes · View notes

jessicajonesrp · 4 years

Text

New case

Jessica could not remember the last time that she had felt like this. Hell, she couldn’t remember the last time she had thought it possible that she could feel like this. Even allowing herself to mentally label her feelings in the past few weeks seemed risky, even dangerous. How could she acknowledge to herself that she had been enjoying her life, even feeling happy about considerable portions of it? To admit even to herself that she was experiencing happiness seemed like a surefire way to bring it all to a devastating end.

But as much as she didn’t want to even think the word, happy was a fairly accurate way to describe her, recently. It was an emotion she could hardly avoid, given how neatly and easily her life seemed to be falling into place. Kilgrave was dead, for real this time, his threat over her and everyone else ended forever. There hadn’t been an attack to NYC or the world recently that required her involvement to save from apocalypse. Trish wasn’t on drugs, had the good sense to be staying away from her mother, and was even in a relationship Jessica approved of, as much as she would approve of anyone with her sister. Trish was healthy, safe, and happy, and that was all Jessica wanted for her.

And for Jessica…well, there was Luke. The more she got to know him, and the more time she spent with him, the more she knew that she was falling more and more deeply in love with him. And by some crazy twist of fate, Luke had decided that he loved her too.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to push him away. She had tried rudeness and bluntness, making it clear to him that there was no “better” Jessica that he might eventually shape her into. What he saw was what he was going to get. She didn’t hide her drinking or her temper, her antisocial tendencies or her cynicism. And still, he didn’t back away. Even after knowing her history, the worst of what she had done and the depth of her emotional scars, he still looked her in the eyes with nothing but respect and acceptance. Jessica still didn’t feel that she deserved this, but she loved the person that Luke was showing himself to be too much to walk away, even if she felt that was what would be the best option for him. Maybe it was selfish of her, but she wanted him, a life with him, too much to try much harder to force him away.

And even the parts she hated most about herself, as she spent time with Luke, seemed to be getting better ever so slowly. Jessica was never going to be a person without a dark side to herself; hell, even before her family died and her life spun out of control for the next twenty years, she had been the kind of asshole teenager who dressed in black, played only metal bands, and had few facial expressions beyond scowls. She still drank heavily, she still avoided the public whenever possible, and she still shrank from any initiating any physical affection and refused to express her affection verbally. She still had nightmares, panic attacks, and hallucinations. But they were becoming less and less frequent and intense, and her sleep was getting better, overall. She even thought she wasn’t drunk quite as often.

Luke was changing her, somehow. And damn it, Jessica didn’t even mind it.

“We’ve got eleven new potential cases,” Malcolm greeted her, the first Monday that Jessica returned from her trip with Luke, Trish, and Danny. “Most of the same, straightforward cheating spouse kind, but there’s a few that are a little more complex. I took down all the messages for you, the ones I thought you’d be most interested in are highlighted.”

Jessica hadn’t actually given the man permission to be taking down calls, speaking with clients, or coming into the office to work when she wasn’t also present. Hell, she was pretty sure he was supposed to be currently fired for the fifth or sixth time. But Malcolm generally ignored whatever orders she gave if he saw fit to, and she was in a decent enough mood to overlook his supposedly unemployed state. For today.

She gifted him with only a slight scoffing noise and rolling of her eyes rather than the full-on ass chewing he might normally have received, accepting the neatly labeled folder he held out to her. Flipping through it and rolling her eyes for a second time at the typed notes he had organized, she skimmed through each, tossing them haphazardly onto her desk as she rejected them entirely or dismissed their importance.

“Cheater, cheater, blackmail, whack job, religious nut, cheater, cheater-“

Her hand stopped on the next note, several of the typed words jumping out at her. Missing child- Gabriel Dowling, age ten. Jessica swallowed, her throat suddenly and uncomfortably tight. Her brother Phillip had also been ten years old, the year that he died. She had spent the last sixteen years feeling very uncomfortable and vaguely agitated when anywhere near a male child under the age of fourteen; the parallels to her brother were far too obvious and raw.

Forcing herself to shake off her discomfort the best that she could, Jessica began to read over Malcolm’s notations more thoroughly. The call in had been made by the child’s mother, Cynthia Dowling; Jessica noted that no father was listened and reminded herself to follow up on his involvement or lack of, whether he was the potential perpetrator of the disappearance. The child had allegedly been missing for several days, with no signs of being a runaway and no ransom note left. Mother claims to have gone to wake him one morning only to find his room empty and no signs of a kidnapping or intruder.

The minimal facts raised more questions for Jessica than answers; already she was wondering whether the disappearance could be staged, if it was possible that this was all some bullshit custody battle, or if ten years old really was old enough for a kid to be a runaway or going on some extended, unapproved sleepover with one of his friends. But if neither was the case, then a little boy was missing and at risk of great harm, if he wasn’t dead already. Jessica might not think of herself as a hero, but she couldn’t in good conscience turn this down.

“This one,” she said to Malcolm, tapping the file. “Start looking up what you can on Cynthia and Gabriel Dowling. I’m calling her up and asking her to come in.”

There was nothing alarming about Cynthia Dowling, at first impression. She was a woman about ten years older than Jessica herself, of average height, weight, and appearance. But there was a haunted, pained look to her eyes, dark circles stained deeply beneath them, and her shoulders slumped as she took the seat across from Jessica’s desk that she was directed towards. Nevertheless, she met Jessica’s gaze firmly and with a surprising steeliness as she addressed her.

“I know you’ll have questions for me, Ms. Jones, and I’ll answer anything and do anything you need to help me get Gabriel back. But I’m going to tell you now that most of the standard questions a person would ask about a child’s disappearance will not help you, because they’ll be going in the wrong direction.”

Jessica arched an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair and fixing a skeptical look at the woman. “Hey, lady, you came to me for help, so why don’t you let me actually do the work I’m qualified for instead of telling me what you think is or isn’t going to help?”

“I’m not telling you how to do your job,” Cynthia insisted, lifting both hands wearily and letting them drop down to her lap. “But I know the type of questions the police would ask, and they are wasting both of our time, and my son’s time, which he may not have much of. I-“

“So you’ve spoken to the police?” Jessica interrupted. When the woman hesitated, then shook her head, Jessica narrowed her eyes, leaning towards her. “Your kid has been missing for days, and you didn’t report this to the police?”

“I know how it sounds,” Cynthia said wearily, rubbing a hand over her face. “I can understand why you’re judging me for that, and if this wasn’t my son and my life, I’d judge anyone else just the same. But the police couldn’t do anything for us, Ms. Jones. That’s why I’ve come to you.”

She paused, lifting her face up again. “My son did not run away. My son did not wonder off and get lost, and before you even ask, his father is not in the picture. I never even told him that I was pregnant, and I’ve never told Gabriel who his father is. He has nothing to do with this, it would be impossible.”

“Lady, there’s a lot of things in this world that should be impossible, but aren’t,” Jessica muttered, exhaling. “I’m assuming you have reasons for the dad not being involved? What makes you think there’s no way a guy you didn’t even want to know you’re pregnant couldn’t do something with your son?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Cynthia said. “It wasn’t…abuse, or that he was a bad person, or anything like that. It was a silly, casual fling that resulted in an unplanned pregnancy that I wasn’t unopposed to go through with.” She signed, shaking her head. “I didn’t know Gabriel’s father enough to know whether or not he was capable of being a good father, or if he would be interested. Maybe it was selfish of me, but I didn’t want to have to take the risk of finding out. I thought…Gabriel was going to be mine, the only person who was all mine. I thought I could be enough for a child…for my child.”

Her voice shook slightly, and she brushed at her eyes before steadying it. “This has nothing to do with what’s happened to my child. This-“

“There’s no way you can know that at this point,” Jessica interrupted, not bothering to hide the irritation in her tone. “You hire me to investigate and I’m investigating all possibilities. I need-“

“I chose you because of what you are,” Cynthia Rowling blurted, and when Jessica stopped speaking, blinking at her, the woman squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, continuing. “Because…because I’ve heard about who you are. The things you can do. You’re like my son, Ms. Jones…or rather, my son is like you. If anyone is going to be able to bring my son back to me, it will be a person who is like him.”

Jessica knew exactly what the woman was implying. Still, she had to be certain.

“What do you mean, your son is like me?”

“I don’t know the right word for it,” Cynthia said carefully, seeming to be trying to choose words that would be accurate without offense. “I’ve always just thought of Gabriel as….special. Not a mutant, or a superhero, or even superpowered…to me, he was just my son.”

Jessica could feel her heartbeat speed up, and she had to make herself hold still as the woman spoke, make her face remain blank. Even so, her hands twitched, and her throat went dry with her craving to drink as she listened.

“Gabriel can...go places. Without walking, or doing anything to get there. All he has to do is wish for it, or think about it, and he’s there. I think the word is teleporting…whatever it is, he can do it.” Cynthia shook her head, giving a short, broken-sounding laugh. “When he was a baby, I never could make him stay in his crib at night. I couldn’t keep him in the corner for time out or in the house on rainy days. I homeschool him, because when he was in preschool and would get bored, he would take himself out to the playground and send the teachers into a panic, not knowing where he went or how he got there.”

As the implications of what Cynthia was saying began to dawn on Jessica, she looked at the woman sharply, her back straightening.

“If your son can teleport- hold on, what are you telling me? You think your child’s been kidnapped, right? That someone is holding him? But how is that possible, if all he has to do is wish himself back home, and it would happen?”

Cynthia nodded, a small, tight smile without joy curving her lips.

“You understand now, Ms. Jones. You being like my son- that isn’t the only reason I chose you. You understand what it would take, what kind of person it would take, to be able to hold my son when he doesn’t want to be there. The kind of person who would and could do this. You…you had experience with that, didn’t you? The man this year on the docks-“

“I’m not talking about that,” Jessica snapped, reeling back from her fast enough that the back of her chair smacked against the wall behind her. “That’s none of your damn business.”

“I understand,” her client said quietly, nodding. “But please understand, this is why I’ve chosen you to help me find my son. You know what people like that can do to someone like him- to someone like you. I want my son back with me, Ms. Jones. And if…if something happened to him…if someone’s done something to him…then I want you to be able to tell me who it is that’s responsible.”

Jessica took some time to gather words. Even as her temples pulsed and her eyes burned, she could only come up with one reply.

“Okay.”

Within hours, she had all the information she and Malcolm could gather on the small Dowling family. It was straightforward enough, and no different from what Cynthia had said. Single parent, no father listed or involved, homeschooled child who had several strange “incidents” in preschool. No red flags popping out about either, beyond the preschool “incidents,” which Cynthia had already explained. Pictures on Cynthia’s social media implied a child who appeared happy and close to his mother and who regularly socialized with other children.

It was only after Jessica had begun to look into some of the children pictured with Gabriel, just at the far-fetched possibility of a lead, that a pattern began to emerge. Each of those children was also homeschooled, never enrolled in public or private elementary schools. And as Jessica began to look into them and their families, other “incidents” began to pop up, suspiciously similar in nature to Gabriel’s preschool incidents.

As her suspicions grew, Jessica began contacting the families of the children that had been Gabriel’s friends, under the premise of needing information about Gabriel’s disappearance. It didn’t take very long for the pattern’s strength to intensify.

Most of the children that Gabriel Dowling was friends with were also “special,” as Ms Dowling had described her son. And three of those children had also, within the past year, mysteriously vanished- children who normally should have been able to fight off or escape a would be threatening person without trouble.

It was becoming obvious to Jessica that whoever it was that had taken the children was gifted with some sort of supernatural ability themselves. Whatever his or her intentions, this person was clearly potentially very dangerous indeed.

#jessica jones #jessica jones roleplay

3 notes · View notes

3w-writer-with-wings · 5 years

Note

Maybe Judai for the ask thing? (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) if that hasn't been done of course ^^

Why I like them/why I don’t

To be honest I didn’t like Judai that much at first. He was cute but other than that he was just an average overpowered character to me and his outgoing persona didn’t really help. The first time I watched GX it was in my native language dub and Judai happened to have the same voice as a character from another show that was extremely annoying, so I wasn’t that fond of him at all. Around the end of the first season, the airing stopped and I continued with English dub and while he was slightly likeable with a different voice I still didn’t like his character at all. But then season 3 happened… and it changed my mind. He felt like an entirely different person and the plot finally started getting interesting. It was like the new season made him start taking things seriously and with each new episode, it felt like he slowly started revealing his true self. And at that point, it finally started making sense why he was so happy and outgoing the first two seasons - he was lonely as a child and card games was the only thing that made him happy, so it makes sense that once he got accepted to school all about card games where he met new friends made him all excited. This was already hinted once in season 2, after his loss to Edo where he could no longer see cards and was convinced he has nothing else to do in Duel Academy so he just left. From all protagonists, Judai has by far the most unique development and from where VRAINS is now, Yusaku is likely to follow Judai’s journey of self-discovery. In a way, both of them are complex characters that are dealing with their breaking points in their own way.

One other thing that I really love about Judai is his ability to talk with Duel Spirits. There have been several characters in other series with the same ability, but no one had as much focus as Judai had. I absolutely loved his connection to Yubel, about how obsessed she became with him to the point of hurting other people and how much she wanted to protect him at the same time. The fact that Judai uses Super Fusion in order to merge them together was a really nice conclusion and in a way, it symbolized the fact that Judai matured.

What I like about their appearance

The fact how normal he looks compared to other protagonists XD. Like seriously all protagonists are either embodiment of rainbows (Yuya and Yuma) or edginess (Yugi, Yusei, Yusaku) and Judai is just an ordinary teenager in a simple school uniform and a puffy hairdo that looks like a Kuriboh.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

Judai and Jaden sound very similar so I tend to switch them depending on the situation because some of my friends are not familiar with his original name. In my fanfics I use his original name most of the time, but honestly, both versions sound okay and are not that different compared to some other dub names.

OTP

Spiritshipping all the way! Judai X Johan is not only my favourite GX OTP but my second favourite OTP of all Yugioh series! (they are just a little behind Keyshipping and Puzzleshipping). From the first episode where Johan showed up when Ruby and Winged Kuriboh played together and when Judai welcomed Johan to the Duel Academy, I knew there was something special about to happen. And boy was I not ready for this! The way those two dorks interacted with each other, how others described Johan as “Judai with a southern accent” and just every scene where they showed up together - it was a blessing! And when Judai went to look for him and how he sank deeper and deeper in depression while trying to find him was absolutely heartbreaking. And when Johan came back and Judai was instantly better was just so wholesome to watch. In my headcanon they really are more than friends, they just don’t show it that obviously and I’m completely fine with it. Their personal lives shouldn’t interfere with the plot and deep down I believe that they settled down once Judai returned from his travels. In my perfect reality, they founded a school for people who can also talk with the Duel Spirits and the two of them help others control their abilities.

NOTP

I’m not really sure about Fusionshipping… It just doesn’t feel like a ship at all. I already hate Ryou’s overall character since really, he duels just for power. To him, Judai is not even a rival, just a mere opponent that might pique his interest if he is strong enough. Even in the show, he appeared only when the plot demanded him to do so and had little to none motivations other than power. I completely lost respect for him when he said he wanted to duel Supreme King aka. Judai’s alter ego ALL WHILE JUDAI WAS UNCONSCIOUS AND SUFFERING FROM TRAUMA INDUCED FEVER JUST A FEW METERS AWAY FROM HIM. Like dude chill out, not everything is about power. I was so glad Edo called him out on it cuz seriously this dude would be the worst possible boyfriend. It was even worse when he tried to “help” Judai overcome his trauma cuz really he had zero empathy to help someone as traumatized as Judai. If those two were to date, it would either be over fast or would result in a really unhealthy relationship.

OT3

Competitorshipping or Jun X Judai X Johan is actually something I didn’t know I liked. I do ship Judai with both Jun and Johan, but I’ve never really seen all three of them together. This all changed when I got a request as a secret santa to make a story with three of them as a functioning relationship. I wanted to change a request at first since I’m not keen on writing threesomes, but the more I thought about it more I thought it could work. So in my story, I made Jun and Judai into childhood friends that befriend a transfer student Johan and together they become roommates during their college years. After graduation, they separate for a few years, Judai travelling overseas to pursue his career in acting and coming book illustrating, Jun marrying and getting a son and Johan opening his own clinic. Eventually, they all live together again since Judai gets a new job nearby and Jun divorces and gets custody of his son. Johan and Judai help him raise his son and the story continues with Johan and Judai adopting a child (my OC). If you’re interested you can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16790146/chapters/39405268 I still have three more chapters to go. While I was writing it, I realized just how much the three of them interact in the anime, especially with all bonding over the fact that they can talk to Duel Spirits. It’s a relationship that could as well work and I’m sure they feel the same way about it.

The favourite card they use

It might be useless, but Winged Kuriboh is by far my favourite monster in the whole GX. It’s simple but gives away just enough nostalgia to make it work. I love how much Judai interacts with it and in a way Winged Kuriboh is his constant companion, providing him comfort whenever it can. I also love how it used to belong to Yugi and was given to Judai because “something was telling him it belongs with him” like Yugi could hear its voice. In my headcanon, Yugi knew Judai was a reincarnation of the Supreme King and gave him Winged Kuriboh so the spirit could help him control his power. Winged Kuriboh is not just a spirit, it is Judai’s partner.

The favourite moment they were in

When Judai merged with Yubel it was like Judai made a huge step in his life. For the first two seasons, he approached his problems with confidence and a grin on his face. He was having fun, not really thinking about his actions. This was all a mask to run away from his past of loneliness and fear. With season 3 the past finally caught up with him and he was forced to face it. Yubel wanted him back after she was discarded and Judai knew it, afraid she would find him again. After seeing his friends fading away, succumbing to Supreme’s King power and being scared of using Fusion, Judai is literally lost of what is he supposed to do. In the end, he finally faces Yubel, claiming all responsibility on himself. It may seem like Judai succumbed to his yandere stalker when he played Super Fusion, but from what I’ve seen it, he did it as a way to apologize. It’s true that it was his parents who sent Yubel to space and he couldn’t do anything about it, but for someone who has a superhero deck, this was Judai’s heroic sacrifice. He was scared and unsure of what could happen, but in that single moment, he made a very mature decision. He knew Yubel would only stop once the two of them are together again and he did it so his friends would be saved. This was when he truly acted as a hero, giving everything up to save someone who has been putting him in so many dangerous situations, because when he forgave Yubel he was ready for the true battle.

Least favourite moment

A basically entire first and second season when he acted like the way overpowered character. I know this was necessary for his later character development, but some episodic plotlines and duels were just plain stupid and completely unnecessary considering how many of them were there already.

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

How about if he adopts my child OC? XD Yeah I would definitely marry this dork. He is sweet, childish and full of energy and at the same time he is mature and knows how to handle the situation. In my slice-of-life headcanon he is an actor and comic book artist, living with his partner Johan and together they raise their shy adoptive son. I think he would make a great dad and would be great with kids in general, like organizing birthday parties, babysitting and having art workshops with children.

(Here’s Judai with my OC from my fanfic Safe in Your Arms ;) I used several references for this drawing )

#Judai Yuki #yugioh gx #yugioh series #Spiritshipping #johan andersen #chazz princeton #jaden yuki #the child on the drawing is my OC that shows up in multiple fanfics of mine #look for Hunter13Hawkie on AO3 and Safe in Your Arms #I drew the sketch #I'll color it soon

92 notes · View notes

babygirlofwakanda · 6 years

Text

Not Gon Cry | Chapter 3

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS — Chapter One Chapter Two

CHARACTERS — Black! Reader X M’Baku X T’Challa

CONTENT — Trials Of Black Love, Adultery, Broken Vows and Marriage, Humiliation and Manipulation

PLOT — Based off of the song, “Not Gon Cry” by Mary J. Blige on her Share My World album. This is strictly based off of the lyrics, but a little twist. In addition, I STRONGLY suggest listening to this song on REPLAY while reading to get further feels, but hey..

NARRATIVE — A week has passed since you left Gorilla City and word has quickly spread around the country about the rumored separation with you and the Great Gorilla. From local news reporters, gossip blogs and social media they have been covering the story as they desperately tried to dig for information.

However, aside from the nosy journalists you were focused on protecting the innocence of your children as everyday they’d seem to have detailed questions about your split and continued to tell you about the rumors they heard circulating from tribe to tribe.

Who wants to talk to their kids and hear them ask, “—Umama, why did you and utata split?”

Or tell you, “—I heard a council member say that utata was caught in bed with a hooker. What’s a hooker, umama?”

Whenever you saw them you prepared yourself to sugar coat the answers to any of their questions.

Meanwhile, after you left the Jabari kingdom and travelled into the city you found yourself staying at a luxurious villa courtesy of King T’Challa after making one call. Besides, him being the understanding King of Wakanda that he is, didn’t want to hear about you struggling to find a place of for you and your kids.

Furthermore, the villa he gifted you had everything you needed and more as it was as a two-story home with threee bedrooms and two bathrooms. Coming fully furnished with a pool attached and vibranium infused technology wired throughout the villa courtesy of Shuri.

After showing you the villa he insisted that you stay close to the palace that way if you needed anything or if an emergency occurred he would be close by.

Finding the double meaning behind his words you shook off the warm feeling inside before he departed leaving you with a soft peck on the cheek and a firm hug. Not having energy to question his motives you left it at that and started to unpack your belongings.

With your favorite record playing you sung the lyrics to Mary J Blige as you danced throughout the home.

Wanting your children to be as comfortable as possible seeing as though their parents were going through a nasty separation you wanted to introduce them to a new environment with a warmer climate.

As two days passed since you moved into your house and it was now time for you to go back to Gorilla City to discuss the details of your separation with M’Baku in the presence of lawyers, advisors and tribe elders.

Traveling back up to the snowy mountains as cold temperatures engulfed you, you began to feel uneasy as you had to dress up in the thick furs and headgear to survive the freezing climate.

Reaching the kingdom, you were greeted by the guards before you walked to the throne room where the meeting was scheduled. Walking deeper into the room you spotted your advisor and lawyers and gave them a pleasant smile before your eyes landed onto the large frame of the Great Gorilla who sat on his encrusted throne with a deeply disturbed face.

Judging by his looks it seemed as if these couple of days have been hell for him as he had apparent bags underneath his eyes, dried auburn curls that shouted for moisturizer and weak bone structure that stated that he hadn’t been eating much either. Overall, the man looked like a mess; a cheating mess at that.

When you walked in his head innately went up as he scanned over your figure shamelessly. Shaking off his lustful eyes you sauntered over towards your team of defenders before taking a seat beside them.

“Good morning, Chieftess Y/N.” His advisor, greeted. Giving him a tight lip smile you greeted him back.

“Alright, let’s get this started then.” An elder said, as she took her seat next to the male elder. “So, Y/N tell us what you want to see happen today.” The male elder said, before clasping his hands together.

“—Well, now that we are working out the details of our separation I want alimony, child support, joint custody and therapy for our children.” You stated, which caused the council to dramatically gasp at your list of extensive demands.

Clearing his throat the elderly man said, “Could you explain to us why you are demanding so much?” He questioned. Raising your eyebrow in aggravation you said, “If you must know the alimony is giving spousal support to me since I had to give up my career as an international publicist for America to come live here after I got married to M’Baku.” You detailed.

“—and the child support is to help me maintain and continue the lifestyle our children have been attained and accustomed to since their birth.”

“In addition, I want joint custody because they are at a critical age where they need their mother while also being in the their father’s presence. Lastly, I want our children to go to therapy because they come and tell me about everything they hear on news station and ask me questions about things that children should know nothing about.” You clarified, as your tone of voice rised and vocal cords thick with annoyance.

Silence once again fell throughout the room as his team shared concerning looks, “Well how much are you looking to get paid for on a monthly basis for both spousal and child support?” They asked.

“Twenty thousand for the spousal support and thirty thousand for child support making it fifty thousand idolas each month.” You calculated, with a smirk.

“M’Baku do you have any comments?” The elderly woman asked, as the Great Gorilla grew silent as he watched the discussion unfold before him. “Y/N is a grown woman and she essentially knows what’s best for our children, so I’ll give her the child support, joint custody and the children’s therapy.” He shrugged.

“—However, I do not agree with the spousal support, I see no point in providing Y/N with any support after our separation.” He emphasized, with a sudden flare in his nostrils and crease in his wrinkled forehead.

Abruptly feeling your blood pressure rise with every condescending word he spoke you’ve began to feel your frame starting to shake with great infuriation.

“M’Baku you know I need that money and as I recall you said that half the kingdom was mine just as well as yours when we got married and if your a man of your word like to claim then run me money!”

Spotting the elderly council members fixate their mouths the object M’Baku threw up his hand halting their outburst. “You can keep the kingdom and all of that, but I just need you to pay me all of the idolas I could have been making had I kept my job!”

“So, imma need you to quit showing your ass infront of all these people and agree to what I’m requesting in order to speed up this process.” You spat, as you could literally feel venom spewing with each word.

Shaking your head with great disgust you watched as the Great Gorilla tense up; something M’Baku would always do whenever y’all two got in a dispute. “Stop. You’ve had enough time to talk about your demands and expand on your reasonings now it’s time I do the same.” He stated, quickly commanding attention.

Standing up out of this throne he spoke, “Y/N, you come back to Gorilla City and into my kingdom with your list of demands and expect me to not have any disagreement, sithandwa sa?” He questioned, as he pace mocking the movements of preying gorilla.

“Well, you are sadly mistaken. Yes, I suggested for you to quit your job because you would be swamped with your tribal duties as my chieftess. However, I did noy force you to quit your job. Therefore, I shouldn’t have to pay you for your lost wages.” He explained, as he continued to pace back and forth.

Suddenly standing up you quickly approached him making him halt his movements. “Why are so damn arrogant? Do you not understand why I need this?” You asked, once your anger was started to peak.

“You know what, I don’t why I’m even wasting my time trying to explain this to someone who doesn’t even have the capacity to listen.” You spat, causing M’Baku to blatantly roll his eyes in irritation.

Shaking your head, “I’m taking the kids with me, while they’re gone you need to try and comprehend what I just said.” You stated, before making your way out of the throne room and towards your kids rooms.

However, on the walk to your children’s room, a mischievous idea popped into your head causing you to make an abrupt u-turn in the hallway. Opening the door to your old bedroom you once shared with your M’Baku, you walked in. Heading straight towards his closet you grabbed a handful of his precious furs and wool clothing before carrying them to the bedroom tossing them on the large bed.

After throwing his clothes on the bed you stormed into the master bathroom before roughly opening up a drawer grabbing a pair of scissors. Stomping back into the bedroom you damn near leaped over to the bed as you started fiercely cutting at his clothes.

Five minutes have passed since you started cutting at his clothes, taking a break as you scanned over the sheered pile of clothes, but you weren’t satisfied.

Hopping off of the bed you reached into your bra pulling out your burgundy colored lipstick. Feeling a smirk dance across your lips you quickly popped the top off before you started viciously writing.

With your adrenaline increasing by the second, you started to lose control of your rapid emotions as you ran into the bathroom and began to write hateful messages on the mirror.

Your messages included everything from, “—You deserve everything that is coming to you.” to “—Your never gonna touch this pussy again.” and, “I hope you enjoy watching me give this pussy up baby.”

Pulling away from the mirror you stepped back and admired the word wall you just created.

Smirking at your work, you placed the cap back on your lipstick before you approached the mirror again and placed a kiss on the mirror, claiming the artwork.

Leaving out of the bedroom after making sure that the coast was clear from guards roaming the hall you dodgedout of the room. Reaching your kids room you quickly packed them up before meeting your driver outside the Jabari kingdon and within a couple of minutes you’ve arrived at your home.

“Umama, where are we?” Zuko questioned, as he peeked his head up looking outside of the vehicle.

“We are at umama’s new place, usana.” You smiled, before you got out of the car to open their doors.

Words couldn’t describe the overwhelming joy you felt bringing your children to your home. Wishing you could’ve capture their grins when you opened up the door to your house you’d showed them around from the giant pool, vibranium powered technology to the separate bedrooms and bathrooms.

Furthermore, after settling them into the house and cooking them their favorite dishes you’ve set up the movie, Lion King as their bedtime arrived.

Now in the kitchen, you stood infront of the empty sink drying up the last of the dishes before you heard the doorbell echo throughout the house.

Flicking your head up at the noise you walked to the door unlocking it before opening it as you instantly spotted the moonlight radiating over the mocha colored man with the big heart standing at your doorstep with a wide smile.

“T’Challa, what are you doing here?” You asked, as you quickly pushed your dark curls behind your ear.

Waiting for an answer you spotted his eyes darting back and forth from the wooden tiles on the floor to your inviting eyes. “Well, I’ve just received word that you have arrived back in town from Gorilla City with your children in your possession.”

“—So, I was in the village and thought I’d just drop by and see how well your kids were liking the villa and adjusting to the climate change.” He stammered, before awkwardly clearing his throat.

Leaning against your door frame you said, “Hold up. You came all the way to my house at eight o’clock at night just to check up on my children.” You asked, with a slight wittiness behind your voice.

“Of course, as King of Wakanda it is my greatest duty to ensure the comfortability and security of everyone who lays their head down in this great country.” He informed, before a giggle escaped between your plump lips.

“What?” He teased, before he playfully nudged your arm trying to get an answer from you. “Nothing.” You answered, before shaking your head with a grin still present on your face.

“So, are you gonna let me in, or are we just gonna stand out here looking at each other? Because if so I’m perfectly fine standing.” He joked, as he propped his body up against the door.

Rolling your eyes, “Come on in before I change my mind.” You threatened, as you opened the door wider before walking deeper into your home.

“—I see you’ve made it your own.” He stated, as he strolled over into the living room picking up a frame that had a picture of you and Cebisa. Nodding your head he continued, “She’s gonna to look just like her umama when she grows up.” He complimented, as he traced his finger over your face.

Walking into the kitchen after watching T’Challa place your picture frame down you poured yourself a glass of fresh mango juice. T’Challa soon joined you in the kitchen, “Want some juice?” You offered, as you gripped the handle to the pitcher ready to place it back into the refrigerator.

Nodding his head T’Challa spoke up, “It’s very quiet, where are your kids?” He asked, as he took a seat on a stool across the island. “In my bedroom watching a movie, hopefully sleeping by now.” You replied, while handing him his glass before putting the juice away and walking towards your cabinet.

Pulling at the handle you grabbed a bottle of tequila before shutting the cabinet door with a light thud as you walked back over the island. Unscrewing the top you poured yourself a generous amount. Lifting your head, “You want some?” You offered, with a hand outstretched towards T’Challa.

Politely declining you put the top back on the liquor before putting it back up. Walking back you leaned against your counter with your drink now in your grasp before taking a sip of the concatenation.

Instinctively closing your eyelids you took in a large intake of oxygen allowing it to expand your lungs as you felt the burning trail of liquor travel down your pharynx and esophagus. Snapping your eyes open after detecting another pair of eyes on your figure you saw T’Challa inspecting your bizarre behavior.

“What is the matter?” He questioned, as he viewed your stressed position. Not receiving an answer he took that as an opportunity to move closer as he rounded the corner and stood infront of you.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” He assured, as he took ahold of free your hand.

Shutting your eyes once more as you felt a wave of despair controlling your emotions resulting in a lone tear slipping from your eye. Immediately catching onto your shattered mental state T’Challa quickly swiped it away with his thumb before he gently holding onto your face.

Inhaling you slowly nodded before opening your eyes revealing your immense brown eyes.

Instantly you found his own staring into yours making a dose of butterflies erupt deep within your soul. Forcefully clearing your throat you flicked your eyes anywhere but his as you started to mimic the behavior of a bashful teenage girl.

“Let’s sit you down.” He declared, as he took ahold of your forearm. “—and lemme get this glass.” He said, as he abruptly snatched the drink out of your hand before placing it on the countertop.

Pulling you towards the kitchen table he sat you down in a chair before taking a seat for himself next to you. “You can’t conceal your emotions around me Y/N, so tell me what’s been troubling you.” He stated, before tenderly squeezing your hand.

Licking your lips as you frantically tried to get your emotions underway you opened your mouth to tell him everything that occurred with M’Baku but was suddenly cut off by a small voice.

“—Umama, the movie went off can you please change it?” Cebisa asked, as she sluggishly rubbed her eyes with one balled up fist while the other clutched onto a stuffed Black Panther doll.

Swiftly turning around you saw a gentle grin across T’Challa’s face as he looked at her sleepy figure and stuffed doll. Dropping her fist by her side after she cleared her vision her mouth instantly dropped as her eyes widen at the man before her.

“Hey, it’s King T’Challa!” Cebisa exclaimed, as she released her doll and ran up and hugged the King of Wakanda. Feeling your heart flutter at the unfolding of the scene before you a small smile appeared on your face as they made small talk.

Clearing your throat, “I hate to break up this reunion, but someone is up past her bedtime.” You playfully scolded, with one raised eyebrow.

“I don’t wanna go to sleep umama, I wanna hang out with King T’Challa.” Cebisa whined, as she clenched her arms tighter around his neck. “C’mon usana, we have things to do bright and early in the morning and we can’t do it if we have to wake up a grumpy child.”

Hearing the whole ordeal T’Challa spoke, “I can put her to bed if you want, Y/N.” He offered, causing the somber child to perk up at his words.

Feeling the pleading stares of your child and the man holding the most powerful title in the country you sighed before giving a faint nod making your daughter erupt into cheers.

“Don’t think you’re getting slick young lady, there will not be another movie, but instead a book.” You said.

“Okay, can I show him my room, umama?” Cebisa asked, causing you to nod as giggles left your lips.

Laughing at your daughter’s antics, T’Challa picked up your daughter as he rose to his feet and walked in the direction she was pointing out. “Here is it!” You heard her yell, before hearing the door creak open.

Shaking away your thoughts, you stood up out of your seat walking back towards your drink resting on the counter. Taking it in your grasp, you looked down at the liquidity saffron yellow in your cup and sighed.

Tempted to throw caution to the wind and blatantly ignore T’Challa’s wise words you instead took heed of his guidance and walked over to the sink before watching pour down and run down the drain.

Eventually, the act of pouring the drink into your sink led you to start popping off every top to every drink sitting in your cabinet down the drain. Seven empty bottles later empty with only droplets of liquor left, you threw them all into your trashcan.

Inhaling and exhaling your stress away, you quietly tiptoed upstairs and towards your daughter’s room.

Pausing at the door you peaked through the cracked slit and spotted your daughter leaned up against the warm embrace of T’Challa as she was enthralled by the words of the King as he read her favorite book, The Princess and The Frog.

“—In order to keep her dream alive Princess Tiana started waiting tables as she saved every penny.”

Finding yourself beaming at the sight you felt your heart flutter as T’Challa and your baby girl was completely absorbed into the fairytale.

Softly knocking on the door you pushed opened the door briefly catching their attention. “Can I join the book club?” You teased, as you came closer to the bed gripping onto the side of the bed railing.

“Of course.” Cebisa answered, before patting her comforter indicating the empty spot next to her.

Grinning at her response you climbed into the bed settling right beside her as T’Challa continue reading the story again. With his animated voice never stopping even within your presence.

TRANSLATIONS—

“Nobusi.” means honey “Mnandi.” means sweetheart “Usana.” means baby “Sithandwa sa.” means my love “Umama.” means mother “Utata.” means father “Idola.” means dollars “Mandla.” means to have power “Cebisa.” means to give advise “Zuko.” means to give glory

AUTHOR’S NOTE— Yall don’t understand how tempted I was to make homegirl pop that pussy, lmao. Y’all up for Chapter 4 or nah? Anyways, ask to be apart of the taglist! 💕

TAGLIST — @blackpanthersmut @leahnicole1219 @minyara-kun @lalapalooza718 @mysticbrownie @siriuslycollins @therevolution-willbelive @hutchj @xbreakingmidnightx @texasbama @thiccdaddy-mbaku @muse-of-mbaku @blue-ishx @destinio1 @ursapharoh05 @purplemuse @cmonkillmonger @drsunshine97 @royallyprincesslilly @ashanti-notthesinger @barely-emily @halfrican-heat @theshadesofbrown @lildashofmelanin @sisterwifeudaku @mbakuwifey @autumn242 @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @airis-paris14 @s0eul @taehyungsmelanin @soulmates8 @dakotapaigelove @blowmymbackout @sweetpeachjones @niggarachi15

#brwnsugababe #Black Panther #Black Panther Fanfiction #Chadwick Boseman #Winston Duke #T’Challa #M’Baku #M’Baku X Reader #M’Baku X Black Reader #M’Baku X Black! Reader #M’Baku Fanficfion #T’Challa X Reader #T’Challa X Black Reader #T’Challa X Black! Reader #T’Challa Fanfiction #Not Gon Cry #BabygirlOfWakanda

280 notes · View notes

unhinged-diaries-blog · 6 years

Text

A truth you can’t accept

This is for me to reflect on why I feel the way I do, why my feelings are valid, and how disfunctional ‘family’ is.

When my niece died in 2005 my already alcoholic brother hit rock bottom. His ex wife was 32 weeks pregnant and when his first born daughter who was 22 months old died, he died along with her. His ex wife said if he pressed charges he would NEVER see his unborn daughter. His ex mother in law was watching my niece, and ‘forgot’ her in her car seat that was buckled in in the middle of July and she ultimately passed away.

Fast forward fifteen years later, and my family is still picking up the pieces. I was talking to my ex SIL boyfriend (mind you she’s STILL married) he said he’s afraid she went back to her husband L (he’s an overall POS, abusive shithead) and is doing drugs. “L loves his meth” he stated. He mentioned he was ‘worried’ about her etc. I warned him to watch his back because she is a snake in the grass. It doesn’t bother me he sent her screenshots of the conversation; however, what pisses me off is she STILL denies she has/had a boyfriend.

She said that L is looking for a job, and they’re in separate rooms. So now he looks for a job? Is he looking for a job because your boyfriend who’s paying for your daughter cell phone, your car insurance, and your over all well-being basically cut you off because you leave and go to Phoenix to drop off your older daughter to stay with my brother and mother and basically ghost his ass when he’s tried every which way possible according to him. so now he looks for a job? Is he looking for a job because your boyfriend who’s paying for your daughter cell phone, your car insurance, and your over all well-being basically cut you off because you leave and go to Phoenix to drop off your older daughter to stay with my brother and mother and basically ghost his ass when he’s tried every which way possible according to him.

“She’s only doing this for her son” her boyfriend tells me. I also think if he’s truly a threat to you, if your current husband is truly emotionally abusive to you even if he is physically abusive to you it’s not that hard to fucking leave, pack your shit, get a lawyer and get custody set in place. If you fear for your life like you so quaint to be in fear of, what makes you say? Is it the fact that he gives you sex whenever you want? Is it the fact that you like doing math together?

Or is that the fact that you are so complacent and choosing guys over your children that no matter how shitty they treat you you will continue to stay because your life is shit, your choices are shit, and the wellbeing I have your children doesn’t come first they come last. Mind you, these are observations. I have known her going on 20 years and yet she continually makes the shit choices. She finds these gross redneck, teeth missing, and you guys who don’t have their GED and decides to bump uglies with them and creates these children thinking it’s gonna last forever when in reality it doesn’t because she get so bored she decides to leave.

It’s quite hilarious to me that she has to text me and tell me these empty threats that if I don’t watch my mouth she’s going to take my niece away for me. She’s going to take the visitation that she gives to my mom, and my brothers away. She did this before and they’re empty threats. Because even though my niece is turning 13 she has an voice to use & an opinion on what she wants. But if she realized being almost 13 that she staying with her grandmother who essentially killed her sister, if she realizes her mom is a piece of shit which I’m pretty fucking sure she does she can make a choice on where she wants to live, go to school etc.

She did the same fucking shit to me a couple years ago. She said that she was off her depression medication and that is why she was being mean to me and saying that she was going to take my niece away for me. I haven’t seen this little girl in four years going on five years and you threatened me saying you were going to take visitation away for me when I’m never in Arizona? It’s not gonna hurt me but at the end of the day it will hurt my mother and she has already lost her husband, her son, and with these empty threats possibly her granddaughter.

But if she continues to make the stupid empty threats and goes through it she did the same fucking shit to me a couple years ago. She said that she was off her depression medication and that is why she was being mean to me and saying that she was going to take my niece away for me. I haven’t seen this little girl in four years going on five years and you threatened me saying you were going to take visitation away for me when I’m never in Arizona?

It’s not gonna hurt me but I think you did today it will hurt my mother and she has already lost her husband, her son, and with these empty threats possibly her granddaughter. But if she continues to make the stupid empty threats and goes through it I will fight for this little girl because she deserves so much better. She doesn’t deserve a mother who puts her last and it’s a fucking whore. She certainly doesn’t deserve a father who is an alcoholic and is dead because of his ex mother-in-law‘s choice to forget his daughter and a truck buckled in her car seat in the middle of fucking July when it is 115°

She makes these empty threats stating, “I’ve worked with your family to see A” ummm, bitch! Did you forget the shit you told A when the baby died? If she wants to throw around these empty threats, go ahead. I’ll wait.

Why is everybody afraid of the truth? We all know she’s a POS, who can’t face her ramifications when it comes to her kids. She lost her first kid due being on Meth. Her second baby died due to her own mother’s negligence, her mother has custody of her third daughter (god knows how or why), and her husband (they’re separated) has her fourth.

What makes me scratch my head is the fact that my brother’s continually choose these women who are clearly pieces of shit and they have children together. These children suffer because either one parent is a piece of shit or they’re both pieces of shit and not only me but my mom and my other brothers have to pick up the pieces do you do these damn women who make the shit choices not once but over and over again.

What makes me scratch my head is the fact that my brother is continually choose these women who are clearly pieces of shit and they have children together. These children suffer because either one parent is a piece of shit or they’re both pieces of shit and not only me but my mom and my other brothers have to pick up the pieces do you do these damn women who make the shit choices not once but over and over again. I think what hurts me the worst is when these women say they didn’t want children, contemplate abortion, and do whatever it takes to hurt their unborn child and yes I’m speaking on my oldest brother‘s wife. I would do any fucking thing for a child and yet God grants these women to have these children? Why?

My ex SIL was in an car accident which hinders her ability to get a job. Shit, I work TWO jobs, in summer school, and working on a campaign for AD 10 and I’m not full of excuses. Yet, I’m the asshole who brings the truth forward? I may not work the second job as constant as my first but I am still doing what it takes to get my ass through school, to pay for school, and to live a successful life. Yes, she was in a terrible accident which caused her PTSD, anxiety, etc. and this is why she can’t get a job. If she so disabled she should be filing for disability instead of relying on some piece of shit guy who may or may not support her and her children.

Why do my brother’s choose THE WORST possible broads to bump uglies with, bring these beautiful souls into world and when it comes crashing down we scratch our heads and wonder what happened. Thank God I chose wisely and my husband isn’t an alcoholic, does drugs, or is a shit person overall.

I shouldn’t half to try and live my life and get notified either via text, Facebook messenger, or even email telling me I should shut my mouth because if I don’t then my niece is going to be taken away from me. That’s all she ever does is blackmail, being a shit cunt and trying to get her way. It’s really hilarious because she hasn’t paid for child support in 18 years yet here I am warning this guy to watch his fucking back and I’m the fucking asshole.

Did this guy ever think what the fuck am I doing with a married woman? He made the excuse of, “ if she knew I was in town she would’ve never married L.” It’s like this guy but she’s known for 12 years thinks he can fucking save her when at the end of the day when she gets bored she fucking leaves and that’s exactly what she did. She got bored being around you, she got bored being around you are special needs child and went back to what she knows and that his dysfunction. But let’s accuse me because I’m the asshole for bringing the truth forward.

It’s not like I’ve known her for 20+ years and seeing what she’s done to these men who choose to be with her, or how she treats her children, or makes every fucking excuse in the book. But put me underneath the microscope and tell me this is what I’m doing wrong. Am I on drugs, no. Am I shacking up with random guys to try to for fill of love that I never received, no. Am I running away from my problems and acting like a dumb 12-year-old when it comes to acting like an adult, no. I got my shit together.

I have jobs I work, I’m in school trying to better myself, I’m in a stable marriage and doing pretty fucking well for myself and yet I’m the asshole for bringing this truth forward. I have a pending internship that I’m meeting tonight to discuss all the details and moving forward with my life and I don’t need this toxicity, garbage in my life and this is why I choose to walk away because if it’s not one fucking thing doing with my crazy ass drunk mother and her antics, my brothers children and their bullshit or something else relating to my family it’s another.

All I really ask for is functioning people getting their shit together or having their shit together and yet I’m hand at this fucking garbage. And it honestly makes me fucking wonder if there such a thing as reincarnation what the fuck did I do in my last life to reserve to receive this fucking bullshit life that I have. I am a child of circumstance and I shouldn’t be a child of circumstance. I should have a loving and kind mother who is NOT an alcoholic and has her shit together, I should have a loving and kind father who isn’t a sarcastic mean motherfucker who enables his wife while he was alive, and I CERTAINLY shouldn’t feel the need that I have to save these assholes because they can’t get their life in order.

I already walked away when it came to my mother and her bullshit. I made a huge wall between us as a last year. I made the choice to not call Heather, think of her, and not feel the regret that I should be doing more. And honestly, it’s a really double edge sword because I had so much regret when my dad died and now that my mom is alive I feel like I’m not forgiving her and reliving in the past that it runs our relationship that we have. I already apologize to her and I said let’s start fresh yet with this new relationship I have to deal with the people she’s living with. I have to deal with my brothers wife who is an alcoholic who doesn’t put her children first and is a shit over all person.

Honestly I shouldn’t have to write this huge fucking novel explaining why I feel the way I feel, explaining I should have a need to check people in my life but I feeling obligation to because their family and apparently blood is thicker than water?

Not in this case.

I know where my loyalty lies, and in this case right now it fucking lies with me and my own. I don’t owe these assholes any fucking thing. just because we share DNA together and just because we share parents together that doesn’t mean shit at the end of the day. I shouldn’t have to be dragged along with their stupid bullshit.

Why can I just concentrate on my life for once and put myself first why can’t I be selfish and instead I get this drama seated in my lap when I am a state away I get to have a sister-in-law telling me she drink more and her last pregnancy that she did with her first three pregnancies and then she tells me not to tell my brother and to basically keep it a secret when I know he’s a smart guy and I’m pretty sure he knows he that she was fucking drinking with these for precious souls; moreover, this doesn’t hinder their ability to get fix either with birth-control or a vasectomy.

I think I should just walk away because this is just bringing me down. I shouldn’t have to be sitting here at eight in the morning wondering why they have to come to me thinking I’m their best friend and thinking they can tell me anything because they trust me. They’re just lonely and they have no one else to talk to you so that’s why they unload all their problems to me. I have my own fucking problems. I have to worry about after my internship where the fuck I’m going to work and home and to be paying for my last semester of school.

I have to wonder how much time left my mother has. I have to wonder about the safety of my nieces and nephews when I know damn well that their mother is an alcoholic, she can’t handle any of her shit I think I should just walk away because this is just bringing me down. I shouldn’t have to be sitting here at eight in the morning wondering why they have to come to me thinking I’m their best friend and thinking they can tell me anything because they trust me.

They’re just lonely and they have no one else to talk to you so that’s why they unload all their problems to me. I have my own fucking problems. I have to worry about after my internship where the fuck I’m going to work and home going to be paying for my last semester of school. I have to wonder how much time left my mother has. I have to wonder about the safety of my nieces and nephews when I know damn well that their mother is an alcoholic, she can’t handle any of her shit And has to go to other family members who will actively listen.

I really think if my dad was live here I has to go to other family members who will actively listen. I really think if my dad was alive he’d be saying something very similar to my brothers and their wives. it also opens up my eyes very wide knowing that my brother’s have basically married my mom in their wives, and I married my dad in my husband. I have seen some similarities to my husband in correlation with my dad but thank fucking God he doesn’t drink, he isn’t into drugs, and he doesn’t act like he is a 15-year-old little boy.

I seriously can’t wait until I’m done with this last summer session because once that happens I am packing my shit and going to California for the fucking weekend. I can leave all my worries behind and I won’t have to deal with their bullshit whatsoever. I will have to worry about is hearing the ocean, feeling the sand underneath my feet.

#mine #personal #s #too much toxic family bullshit #toxic relationships #toxic people #toxic family #denial #truthful tuesday #it’s really Wednesday tho

3 notes · View notes

thehiddensemicolon · 6 years

Text

Kacchako Fanfic: New Prey Chapter 34

~~~ Hugs and Lollipops ~~~

Hello all, this is me posting all the chapters I forgot to post here. Don’t mind me

"Ah I see both you newbies arrived early today." All Might stood tall with his built up form.

"Of course! I couldn't sleep all night! I don't think I ever will!" Deku stuttered.

He never outgrew his fanboy side of him whenever he saw All Might.

"If you're not early you're late." Bakugou replied.

"I see, well I got both your first work assignments. It's a big one. We don't normally send newbies to a big job like this right off the bat. But I believe you two can do it." All Might said.

He handed out folders to both Bakugou and Deku.

"If you work as a team that is." He added.

They both opened their folders and started to read.

"I knew we would be working on this incident. It was all over this morning news after all." Bakugou said

"Right you are young man. There are three children missing. We managed to catch the villain responsible for the damages to the city, but we have reason to believe that his partner took children. We don't know what is their overall goal is. The villain in custody is refusing to talk. The police gave us information as to where the possible hideout is." All Might stated.

"So our mission is to safely rescue the children." Deku said after reading the report.

"Yes the children's safety is what matters right now, now if-" All Might stopped.

"If we see any villain do not engage in a fight we can avoid." Bakugou finished All Might sentence.

"Yes. After all their is no need to fight a pointless battle. Find the children and bring them back. Only engage if it's absolutely necessary. And remember to call for back up in case the situation is out of your hands." All Might ordered.

They both nodded and left the office.

~~~ a little while later~~~ Both Bakugou and Deku were about two blocks away from their designation. Making sure they weren't being seen or followed.

Both haven't talked to each other since they left All Mights office.

They needed to communicate.

And Bakugou would be dammed if he failed his first mission.

"Listen here-"

"I think we need to-"

Both talked at the same time.

"Ahh sorry you go first Kacchan." Deku said.

Bakugou made a mental note to remind the nerd to call him by his hero name on public next time.

"We don't know the layout of this hideout. You already took notes of my quirk in your nerd book. I can't use my quirk at 100% if we want any chance of safely getting those kids out of the damn building before it gets destroyed. If we do engage with an enemy it would be best if we pull our damn punches or try to make it an outside battle." Bakugou said.

"That's the best way to go. I was thinking the same thing Kacch -" Deku said.

"No none of this 'Kacchan' crap! Remember this is a damn mission!" Bakugou corrected him.

"R-right! Sorry.. Ground Zero." Deku replied.

'Why did Kacchan pick such an intimidating hero name?' Deku questioned.

The hideout was in their sights.

Both observed the building and the area.

Quiet. They heard nothing.

Deku popped out the back window.

Both carefully went through the window quietly.

They heard footsteps and immediately took cover.

"Plea-please sir... we just want to go home to our mommies and daddies." A young boy begged.

"Please those men in the coats are scary. I don't want to them to take any more of our blood. Please sir. We just want to go home." A girl cried.

"Shut up you brats! You all can go home if you last longer than the last batch of little shits!" The man with a tattoo on his face said.

"But.. But.." the kids were crying.

The man started to walk toward them.

"SHUT UP ALREADY!" He pinched one of the kids on his face.

The boy flew back and hit the wall.

Tears came out and the other kids huddled over the boy.

They were all shaking and trying not to cry.

The man left the kids in fear.

The man left the two heroes in pain for not being in the place to jump in to save the kids.

They had to watch the man threaten and hurt the children in front of them. Being able to not doing anything.

As horrible as it was. They both knew an intervention at that time would have ruined the missions goal.

"Deku right when the time is right take the kids outside to our designated meet up spot. If worst comes to worst. Am going to use my stun grenade. Blind all those motherfuckers and mission accomplished." Bakugou whispered.

"If you get caught up with a villain, remember you have three minutes to deal with them, before I come back to help." Deku said.

It took all of Bakugou's pride to be able to work with anyone. Anyone including Deku at this moment. But he was willing to do anything to save those kids.

One of the kids began to stumble across the room crying and glaring at the ceiling with lost hope in his eyes.

Deku found a paper and crushed it. He carefully tossed it to catch the boys attention.

The boy looked to his side and his lost eyes looked scared.

Deku gave him a smile and put his finger on his lips. And signaled for the boy to come.

The boy was scared and shock his head.

Deku still smiled and took out his hand.

The boy felt reassured and carefully went to the spot the heroes were hiding at.

"You are safe now. I know you are scared. But can you please tell us how many kids are here. Including yourself." Deku asked.

"Three." The boy whispered.

"How many bad guys are there here." Bakugou asked.

The boy stared at Bakugou's blood red eyes.

"Just two. The man who hurt my friend. And a guy with a lab coat." The boy said quietly.

"We are here to save you kids. Can you do me a big favor and bring the other kids here, carefully and quietly please?" Deku asked with a reassuring look on his face.

They couldn't risk going out in the open for the other kids. It was best for the villain to think that it's just the boy here after all.

The boy was scared.

"Will we go back to ours moms and dads?" The boy asked.

They both nodded.

The boy dried up his tears and began to go to the other kids.

Then the kids from the other room were in the heroes sight.

They were tip toeing and tried to hold back their tears. Tears of both fear and joy.

Deku leaded them to the window and both Bakugou and himself grabbed one kid to lift them through the window.

When Deku went to pick up the third child. The child who was punched on the face. Threw up blood. And coughed violently.

"HEY YOU INSECTS SHUT THE HELL UP." The villain said and started to rampage toward the kid.

This was bad.

"Deku go!" Bakugou ordered.

"Hey who the hell are you!" The villain yelled.

Deku pushed the boy out the window quickly. And went through the window himself.

The villain rushed toward Deku but Bakugou let out a control explosion on the villains back.

The man with the lab coat came smirking.

There was a gun like weapon in his hands.

The man with the tattoo on his face took out a sword from the inside of his throat. It leaked with poison.

"Poison doesn't affect my brother and I, but it will kill a worthless bug as you." The man with the coat said.

He pulled the trigger and poison gas began to start filling up the room.

'Shit!' Bakugou thought.

He took a step back and put both of his palms together.

"YOU'RE BLIND NOW ASSHOLES! STUN GRENADE!" Bakugou yelled and the whole room flashed a deadly bright light.

One of the brothers yelled in pain as the sound of their eyes being burned was being heard.

As much as Bakugou would love to prove to his agency that he can handle two villains on his own, the mission was to save the children.

Bakugou got an a tiny tracker device out of his pocket and threw it to the back on the man with the tattoo on his face... the man screaming for his lost of vision. Bakugou made his escape through the window.

"Hello?! Ground Zero do you copy? How are things at the hideout. The children are safe. We are still at the designated meet up spot? Do you need back up? Hello? Kacchan!??" Dekus voice was coming out his ear communication device.

"Dammit Deku! Ground Zero for fucks sake! You had it right the first time!" Bakugou replied.

"Right, sorry. Did you manage to escape?" Deku responded.

"What the fuck do you think?! Call for police, the kids parents need to know they are safe." Bakugou ordered.

"Already done." Deku said.

Soon Bakugou met up with the kids and Deku.

There were reporters and cops everywhere.

The three kids looked so relieved to see Bakugou come back safe.

"Am so glad you're safe." The boy with a bruise on his face cried. And went to hug Bakugou.

The other kids followed the boys actions.

This was something Bakugou was not excepting. Why the hell were these kids... these victims worried about him?

And why the hell hasn't this boys face been checked on yet?

The kids were still hugging him. Like their life was depending on it.

Unsure how to react, Bakugou opened the container on his belt. One of his fake grenades and gave the kids lollipops (it was entirely Uraraka's idea to help him engage with kids) they looked so happy and smiled.

The boy with a bruise on his face smiled too, but the pain hurt.

"Why don't you save that for when you get checked up. It will taste better than. So don't be in a hurry." Bakugou told the boy.

"What's your name?" The boy asked.

"Ground Zero." Bakugou told him.

The kids looked at each other.

'I knew the name would scare people.' Deku thought.

"That sounds so awesome! I want a name like that!"

"Such a cute name!"

"Your hero costume looks as cool as your name!"

All kids said at the same time.

The press were everywhere. Asking non stop questions and taking pictures of everything.

Both Ground Zero's and Deku's hero debut was a huge success.

~~~ behind the crowd ~~~

"Looks like they finished the mission fast and efficiently. They beat us to save the children first." Shouto said.

Uraraka was right by his side.

"Yeah but what's important is that the kids are safe." She said.

Shouto's phone rang.

He answered it and heard the person on the line and responded with okay.

"Looks like Endeavor already found out about All Mights Agency completing the mission first. We have a new mission. Defeat and capture the villains associated." Shouto said.

"Oh another mission so soon? Boy he sure does find everything out really fast huh?" Uraraka said.

"He can't stand to have another Agency steal the spotlight after all." He replied.

"But do you really think the villains will stay in the same spot? They already know the heroes have their location." Uraraka said.

"You are right. Since this is a new mission, we have no information on where their next destination could be." Shouto said.

"Well let's try our best! We won't find them just standing over here! Let's go!" She said.

~~~ back to Deku and Bakugou ~~~

They both escaped the press. Which was hard considering they were new heroes no one knew about.

"We did great today Kacchan!" Deku said.

"Are you serious?" Bakugou said.

"Uhh?" Deku was confused.

"We got new orders. Look at your phone." Bakugou put his hand on his head.

One unread message from ALL MIGHT

Deku opened the message and understood what Bakugou meant.

"Good job my new wonder duo! 🌟 here is an emoji medal for your success! 🥇 since you finished your first mission with ease, your next mission is a follow up, capture the villains associated. Hey to it young men!🏃‍♂️" - All Might.

"Who knew All Might knew what an emoji was." Deku said.

"Ignoring the damn things. Let's go nerd. Don't you dare tell me your tired either." Bakugou said.

"But wait! There is no way the villains would be hanging out in the same area we confronted them in. We need to figure out where they could be next." Deku started to mutter loudly the possibilities.

"Not only did I burn that assholes eyes out, but I have a tracker on his dumbass as well. Honestly this is me we're talking about. Of course I wouldn't let those fuckers get away." Bakugou said.

He opened his tracker app on his phone.

"Wow! Great thinking Kacchan!" Deku said.

"Let's fucking go already!" Bakugou said.

#kacchako #bakuraka #katsuki bakugou #uraraka ochako #bakugou x uraraka #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #deku #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto

1 note · View note

mintchocolateleaves · 7 years

Text

Cost of Freedom (1/??)

Summary: After a heist gone wrong, Kaitou KID has finally been caught. Now imprisoned, Kaito’s trying to survive until he can figure out a way to escape. His cellmate, ex-detective Kudo Shinichi, might be able to help. As the day of their planned escape nears, only one question remains in Kaito’s mind - Is Kudo really the criminal they claim that he is? Prison!AU.

@detectivegeekshin and I started talking about this AU yesterday. Now it exists.

Icy wind slashes at Kaito’s face, rain dancing on his head, but he doesn’t notice. Goosebumps spread down his arms, but he’s far more interested in the whimper of the man beside him - one of his new, fellow prisoners.

“Oh God,” the other man sobs. It belongs to another prisoner, with the number 035823 on the prison overalls he’s been supplied with, “I don’t belong here. I don’t, I really don’t.”

Water drips from Kaito’s nose as he glances across to the blonde haired man. He’s got short stubby legs, and a pudgy structure and Kaito decides that he’s not going to last long, not before the man breaks down completely.

Kaito shivers against the cold, “Dude. Shut up.”

“You don’t get it, I’m innocent, I don’t belong here!”

Kaito scowls as they are led out of the van they’ve been transported in. During the ride here, there have been seven potential opportunities to escape, except, without any of his usual tools, only one had been realistically possible. And even then, with the guards that had been stationed on each side of him on the bus, trying would have been pushing his luck.

Lady luck hasn’t really been on his side recently.

Mud squelches beneath Kaito’s shoes as he shuffles forwards. His movement is staggered by the shackles around his wrists and ankles. It’s useless to claim innocence at this point, he thinks. Kicking at the ground, he glances at the prison that’s going to be his new home for the unforeseeable future.

Mud splatters against one of his guard’s trouser legs, and Kaito has to suppress a laugh as the crying man behind him balks, wide eyed and terrified.

“Sure.” Kaito rolls his eyes, “and I’m the Emperor Akihito.”

As they continue further into the prison, Kaito surveys the security of the outside. The gates are high - his guess is that they’re at least three meters of reinforced steel - topped with barbed wire. Considering the guard stations nearby and the flickering of flashlights from inside, it’s probably too high to climb.

The man beside him continues to sob, and Kaito snickers as the guy stumbles over a rock. It’s not that he’s intentionally being cruel, but Kaito can only take so much broken pride before it starts to get old, and he’s already at his limit.

“You… you may be a c-criminal,” the guy says, “but… b-but I’m not.”

Kaito sends one the guards a look that practically begs for help in making the guy shut up. Without any help, however, he’s left to assess the walls dwarfing the gate, estimating the width of the walkways used by patrolling guards.

He wonders what type of guns they use to shoot down anyone who tries to run.

He reckons it’ll be a rifle, like the one’s the guards who’ve brought them in are carrying. The sight of it makes him miss his own gun, although these don’t hold cards.

“Dude,” Kaito turns to him with his best poker face, and tries to keep the exasperation from his tone. “Just own up to it. Stop it with the wounded puppy look, you’re like… at least thirty two. That’s way beyond sympathy level - now it’s just sad.”

He can feel the anger ooze off the other man, rolling from every pore like sweat. It is sudden, and it weighs the other man down more than the handcuffs ever could.

“Who do you think you are, huh?” He growls. “You think you’re better than me?”

Kaito gives the man a grin. “As a criminal, I think I might in fact, outshine you, sure. I mean, how many people can actually claim to be Kaitou KID?”

Before he’d set foot into the van, Kaito had decided that he was going to be secretive about his identity as a phantom theif. After all, doesn’t it make sense for KID to remain a phantom?

After a few minutes in the van with guards chiding him for being caught in the first place however, Kaito had thrown that idea away. Why should he bother to keep his identity secret? It’s been plastered over every news station, and he’s lost the part of Kuroba Kaito that was so precious to him.

Watching Aoko’s expression as they led him away had been heartbreaking.

Kaito’s decided he just wants to be KID from now on. No Kuroba-kun, just KID - if that’s who they’re locking up, then that’s who he’s going to be.

“Sure,” the man says, and this time it is his voice that breeds sarcasm. “And I’m the Queen of England.”

Kaito spares him another glance, “the queen has a lot more pride than you do.”

~~~

Kaito isn’t quite so sure why Lady luck is being so cruel towards him.

The blonde, sobbing man ends up as his cell mate. He’s called Himura Ryu, and even after he’s finally stopped sniffling, having been warned to shut up or deal with the consequences by their new warden, he’s still annoying.

He’s got the kind of voice that grates, prickling at his skin in a way that makes Kaito’s skin crawl. Himura takes the bottom bunk without asking - which isn’t that bad because Kaito likes being up in high places, but it would’ve been nice to be asked - and immediately starts snoring obnoxiously loud.

If only Kaito had some of his tricks - he’d have pranked Himura way worse than he ever did to Hakuba.

He’ll just have to find other ways to mess with him.

~~~

He starts by getting Himura in trouble with the guards.

As KID, he’s taught himself to mimic voices, and so whenever he can, he’ll imitate Himura’s voice, throwing him under the proverbial bus and spouting stupid comments that only increase his agitation.

Kaito knows it’s not necessarily mature, but within a week he’s already bored.

He misses being able to do something, and there’s nothing here to do but read and listen the radio in the background. He doesn’t have any paper or a pencil, so it’s not like he can even write down the various inventions for heists he will never attend, so messing with people is the best thing he can do.

About two weeks into his sentence, Himura tells him to shut up. It’s not the usual irritation, but curiosity, and his own boredom causes Kaito to sit back against his wall and listen out for whatever Himura has overheard.

“-Finally out of solitary-”

“-That’s the third time this month, surely they should just keep him there-”

This, at least, is interesting. Kaito hasn’t heard much about solitary that much, and information is always more interesting than bugging Himura, so it’s the better option, really. Raising his voice, he calls out, asking who’s just gotten out of solitary confinement, asking why they were in their in the first place?“

The voices cut off. Then Kaito hears the laughter of his fellow prisoners, all of them mocking his question, as if was a stupid thing to ask about in the first place. One of the guards bangs against the wall, ordering them to shut up because it’s lights out, but when they all start laughing, there’s very little that a single guard can do to get everyone to shut up.

"Oh, you’ll meet him soon enough,” one of the prisoners croons, “he’s gonna love talking to Kaitou Kid.”

Well… That’s certainly… ominous.

Kaito doesn’t know how to respond, so he doesn’t. Instead, he lies back down against his bunk, staring up at the wall and the spider’s web that remains in the corner. He hasn’t seen the spider since the first time he’s spotted it, which would be terrifying if he had arachnophobia rather than ichthyophobia, but instead is vaguely reassuring.

The spider’s absence reminds him that things can escape from this prison. Every time he looks up at the empty web, he imagines his cell door open, his cape fluttering behind him as he escapes to freedom.

The police have his KID suit now. He wonders how long they’re going to keep it in custody for. He wonders if they’ll keep it as a trophy, of sorts, to prove to people that Division 2 has finally come out on top against the man who’s been toying with them for years.

Kaito wonders, briefly, whether Nakamori-kiebu is satisfied with his job, or whether he’s as broken as Aoko looked when he was taken.

“Oh…” Himura says from the bottom bunk, “maybe it’s not so nice to be well known in here.”

Maybe not, Kaito thinks.

~~~

The only thing that’s bearable about this place, is the fact that Kaito gets an hour outdoors each day. For the first few days, they reinforced his captivity, only letting him walk around in an ‘exercise room’, but now, they’ve relaxed slightly.

The hour time outdoors gives him time to get a good idea of the prison grounds. He estimates the amount of time he’d need to scale the wall without equipment, he analyses the rocks at various points of the prison yard to see which side has the softest rocks, which side would be easier to burrow out of.

His hour is never enough. Kaito thrives off of fresh air, and while he knows he’s not free, he enjoys feeling the wind on his neck, the air alive and dancing, not stale and dead like it is inside his cell. He’s not sure how he will deal with being unable to go outside during the winter months, when the rain is too much and the ice too cold to let them outside.

“What’re you looking at huh?”

Roughly three weeks in to his imprisonment, after a new batch of prisoners have arrived, the first fight happens. One of the new prisoners, Yoshida something, (Kaito doesn’t care enough to ask), likes to mouth off, and seems to have personal vendetta against Kaitou 1412.

Kaito isn’t sure what his problem is, but then again, he’s not particularly bothered enough to find out.

“Rocks,” he responds, “geological structures.”

It’s enough to avoid being called rude, although his voice is curt enough to warn Yoshida away, to emphasise that he does not want to talk.

“I bet it’s a boring substitute compared to the jewels that you always used to steal away.”

Everything is a boring compared to his heists.

Kaito shrugs, dropping the pebble he’s been brushing mud off of back onto the ground. It’s small, a dull black - tiny traces of onyx are inside, he thinks, but now isn’t the time to focus on the specifics.

Kaito hums his agreement, turning to face Yoshida. He’s tall, more brute than human - more muscle than fat. Kaito, who’s always had more of a lean, athletic build, is not sure how to respond.

He hides behind his poker face, and raises an eyebrow.

“It’s funny though,” Yoshida continues. His nostrils flare, and Kaito thinks that he is not unlike a rhino preparing to charge, “how you thought you were entitled to what you don’t own.”

Ah, Kaito thinks, he does seem like he’s from a rich family.

It doesn’t take him long to assume that the other criminal has been victim to one of Kaito’s own heists. He’s searching his mind for any heists involving the Yoshida family, or something related to him, when the other man throws the first punch.

Years of acrobatics and dodging traps set for KID are the only reason Kaito manages to move in time. He avoids the punch, dancing on his toes as he jumps backwards. It’s not the same without his cape and monocle, but for a moment he almost feels like he’s on a heist again.

“You stole my family’s diamond,” Yoshida growls, throws a second punch. Kaito jumps backwards, foot tripping backwards against a loose rock. He trips, curses his non-existent luck, and lands against the ground with a thump. “And then you made us all look bad.”

Kaito balls his hands into fists, wonders if he should fight back, before telling himself no. He’s never been the fighting type, has always been an escape artist at heart. Fighting is too hands on, and he’s always enjoyed having the upper hand.

If he tries to fight back… well, Kaito knows he’s not going to win.

Still, he’s never been good at helping himself, “it’s not my fault if your security was bad.”

Yoshida reaches for his collar, lifts him up. Kaito, kicking out, lifts his hands up to his face to shield his eyes. The third punch clips his ear as Kaito squirms.

The fourth hits him in the jaw, rattling his teeth, making him bite down into his tongue.

The pain isn’t too bad, considering he’s been shot before, but it certainly isn’t a welcome feeling.

“Oi, cut it out.”

The voice is one that Kaito has heard before, although he’s not exactly sure where. A fifth punch hits him in the shoulder as he tries to jerk backwards, forcing Kaito to let out a hiss.

“I said, cut it out.”

Yoshida stills, drops Kaito down to the ground before turning slightly to look over at their new visitor. Wiping blood away, Kaito shuffles backwards, wincing.

“What do you get out of telling me what to do?” Yoshida growls, getting back up to his feet. “Kicking me too… who do you think you are?”

Kaito isn’t sure what happens afterwards, the pain muffles most of the sound, although he can hear several other prisoners shouting warnings to watch out before someone ends up in the infirmary again.

Shit, Kaito thinks, someone’s going to be beaten to a pulp because of him, simply because they’d wanted to help.

More shouting, and then with widened eyes Kaito watches as Yoshida drops to the ground, hands covering his face. He jerks slightly, letting out a sound like that of a wild animal, leaving Kaito to look up at his saviour. The saviour who’s wiping his hands against his overalls, taking a few steps up to him.

Kaito has seen this guy before.

In newspapers, across various different news channels - he’s the same age as Kaito, but there is an innate difference between them that makes the other seem more adult, more dangerous. He’s not sure whether to thank the guy, or try to rush away.

“You okay?” Kudo Shinichi asks, coming to a stop in front of him.

Kaito remembers the scandal, the headlines, the case that heralded every news station in japan for the weeks leading up Kudo’s trial.

Teen detective lacks cases, so creates own.

The papers had told him everything he’d needed to know. Six people had been killed - the only link had been that victims had been residents in Tokyo, Kudo’s 'signature’ left behind at every scene, or so the newspapers had declared.

Kaito’s classmate, Hakuba Saguru, had mentioned that each victim had been a criminal. There had been no links with age, appearance or gender - the only lead the police had been able to pursue was that each victim had been brought into the police station to be interviewed for various different crimes.

It had lead to an internal investigation of the police, until the evidence had lead investigators to Kudo, the sixteen-year-old who’d been working the case with them.

His trial had been met with protest, so much controversy. People wouldn’t believe he’d murdered people so violently. But the evidence had held in court, and eventually the public who’d been following the case from day one, had been forced to admit they’d been manipulated by the young detective.

Kaito doesn’t exactly know how to respond.

“Oi, Oi,” Kudo’s voice makes him snap out of the daze he’s fallen into, “get back to earth.”

Kaito looks up, winces at the pain in his jaw. He’s tries to ignore the dread filling in his stomach - how else is he supposed to respond to a murderer? - and forces himself to nod.

He says, “I’m okay.”

Kudo kneels in front of him, hand grabbing Kaito’s chin in a way that’s not quite violent, but not exactly soft either. He pushes Kaito’s chin up, squints, before pushing back.

“You’re going to bruise,” Kudo says, offering his hand, “but at least you’re in one piece.”

Hesitating, he takes Kudo’s hand, pulling himself up.

“I guess…”

“Well,” Kudo takes a step, apparently he can read the tension in Kaito’s posture, and he seems to cut whatever conversation they could have possibly started short, “I won’t save you next time, so don’t get into trouble.”

~~~

It is not until later, when he’s leaning back in his cell, that Himura pipes up.

He says, “don’t fool yourself into thinking that Kudo guy will have your back around here. The other inmates say that he’s gone completely insane.”

Kaito leans back against his bunk, and he thinks on it.

“Don’t worry, I know. I’ll stay away."

~~~

In the end, he doesn’t really have a choice in the matter.

Himura loses his temper one evening after Kaito mimics his voice again, and the thief keeps pushing and pushing until eventually the guards have to open the cell doors to shut them both up. At least this time Kaito keeps his balance, because he’s not sure how far Himura will go now that his anger has snapped.

It’s all down to plan though, Kaito thinks, as he’s pulled outside of the room. In their haste to open the cell door, the security hasn’t been properly adjusted for inmates to be outside their rooms. So as soon as he’s outside, Kaito stomps on the foot of the guard holding him, pivoting to face him as he lets out a cry.

He strikes the guard’s solar plexus, and then, before anyone can react, he races down to the end of the corridor.

Kaito’s cell is on the second floor, but looking over the edge of the railings, he’s pretty sure that he can get down without using the staircase. He climbs over the railing, dropping down, hanging from the edge before dropping himself onto the floor below.

The second he hits the ground, he drops into a roll. Then, he’s on his feet, racing towards the door that’s been left slightly ajar. Shabby policing, Kaito thinks, as he snickers to himself.

He reaches the door seconds before the guards that are chasing after him do.

But he never exits it.

Instead, he hears the loud hiss of something behind him.

”Oh shit,“ Kaito mutters as he realises what it is.

The feeling of barbs embedding in his clothing stings, scraping the skin of his back. Electric pulses his synapses, his skin, his body, jerking his muscles as he realises that oh God, he’s being electrocuted.

It hurts.

He’s being tased, and it hurts.

His muscles are still jerking from the aftermath of the shock when the guards grab him under his arms, pulling him up. One is swearing, and he thumps Kaito over the back of the head, growling about how he’s going to get him back for winding him seconds before.

Kaito wants to say that he’s already gotten him back, seeing as they fucking tased him, but the most that comes out of his mouth is moan.

Heists used to be so much more fun than this.

"I have an idea…” Another guard says, voice overtly cheerful. “Let’s throw him into cell 409.”

Kaito has no idea what cell 409 means, but he’s certain he’s not going to like it very much. Not with how the guards keep sniggering behind him.

They carry him up three staircases - ah… fourth floor, now he gets it - and drags him to the cell at the end of the block.

“Oi, I got you a new roommate, you’ll play nice now, won’t you?”

They throw Kaito inside, leaving him to slump against the wall as they lock the cell behind him. His sight is bleary, and Kaito is pretty sure he’s bleeding where they’ve ripped the barbs from his skin. Rubbing at his eyes, he slowly slides down to the ground, letting out another groan.

When he finally rubs the pain from his eyes, awareness returning, he looks up meeting the widened, vivid gaze of his new roommate.

“I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t quite expecting this,” says Kudo Shinichi.

~~~

I love this AU so much. Tell me what you think! Maybe I’ll scream (politely) at you about it!

[Part Two]

#Kaito's done with everything #Shinichi's pleasantly surprised #DCMK #mywriting #DCMK fanfiction #Kuroba Kaito #Kudo Shinichi #mentions of:#Nakamori aoko #ginzo nakamori #Hakuba saguru #There guy's will show up eventually #as will Hattori Heiji #and Mouri Ran #Hope y'all like it #Detective conan #case closed #Fic: Cost of freedom

161 notes · View notes

briangroth27 · 5 years

Text

Halloween (2018) Review

This was great! They accomplished an awesome, iconic fall/Halloween feel to Haddonfield in the look and tone of the movie and I couldn’t ask for more on that front. This was scary, just the right amount of funny, very well-acted, and overall an absolute blast. This was the first Halloween that I saw in theatres and it did not disappoint! I can’t wait to watch this again when it comes out on blu-ray this week!

Full Spoilers…

A while back I read a comment online stating that Halloween had accidentally become the Choose Your Own Adventure of horror franchises, and that’s very true and pretty cool. Don’t like where one storyline has taken you? Go back and pick a new thread (there are five so far: Halloween 1978, 2, & 4-6, Halloween 78, 2, H20 & Resurrection, Halloween 3, Rob Zombie’s Halloween 1-2, and now Halloween 78 & Halloween 2018. Before seeing this, my preferred continuity was Halloween 78, Halloween 2, & H20—those three make for a really solid Laurie arc—but I think Halloween 78 & 18 has become my favorite. We lost nothing by making Michael (James Jude Courtney, Nick Castle) and Laurie (Jamie Lee Curtis) unrelated with the exclusion of Halloween 2 from the new canon IMO. It’s more mythical if he's only fixated on her because she happened to come by his house one day, as if dropping off the keys to the Myers house was her being sent into a dragon’s lair. Laurie happening to invade his territory, thereby incurring his wrath, is more in line with the neighborhood kids’ tales about the house being haunted and Michael being the boogeyman too. Also, "he needs to kill the women in his family" is a motive begging for explanation, and I’d rather not know why he does what he does. Michael just being evil without any rhyme or reason is much better and scarier.

This installment takes the best parts of H2 (Michael stalking the streets on Halloween in classic fashion) and combines them with Laurie becoming a fighter like in H20, which were exactly the elements I wanted out of this. Jamie Lee Curtis was fantastic! I do wish we'd gotten more about Laurie herself rather than just how her choices affected her daughter Karen (Judy Greer) and granddaughter Allyson (Andi Matichak)—H20 may’ve been slightly better about getting her to open up on that front—but I was satisfied with what we saw. I was sad Laurie’s life was so consumed by her fear of Michael (the moment where she has a nightmare of the Shape returning was a perfect encapsulation of that), but after watching H20 again it’s apparent she was never going to have a rosy life after what she went through in the original. Still, I'm glad this one showed her at least trying to have happiness and you could tell she did find some with Allyson whenever she could get into her life. I also feel like if you were to watch H20 you’d get a glimpse at how Laurie raised Karen before losing custody. It was also so cool to see Laurie truly ready for Michael’s return! I loved how Laurie's plans and preparation come together and watching the Strode women fend off Michael as a family was perfect.

I liked Karen, even though she was so against Laurie (and therefore automatically wrong, given the genre and franchise). It was nice to see Judy Greer get more to do than just be the mom, and her big moment at the end of the movie did not disappoint at all. What a cool way to prove that she was still her mother’s daughter! Her husband Ray (Toby Huss) was also very entertaining and very ‘dad.’ Both of them played off of Curtis and Matichak really well.

Allyson was very likable as well and a great lead for the younger cast. I liked that she was capable and level-headed, though I think it might have been better if the podcast investigation into Michael had been her project: an attempt to bring Michael out of the shadows to explain him, thus freeing Laurie from her fear of unknowable evil while simultaneously getting to know her grandmother’s most guarded side better. That would've continued the theme of the Strode women protecting each other nicely, and would’ve made sense with the much warmer relationship Allyson and Laurie had vs. Karen and Laurie’s more standoffish one.

I liked most of Allyson’s friends and they all felt like real teens. Vicky (Virginia Gardner) working as a babysitter was a nice tie back to the first movie and she was truly likable despite only being in a few scenes; I was sorry to see her go. Dave (Miles Robbins) brought an entirely different vibe to his character than anyone else and it worked really well. Oscar (Drew Scheid), was the classic "nice guy" (with all associated negatives attached) and got some funny lines. I’m glad they had Allyson ditch him when it became clear he wasn’t just being her friend. Cameron (Dylan Arnold) turning out to be a jerk like the rest of his family really surprised me and I wondered why they needed that at first. I think it's supposed to create the idea that you are your family, paralleling Allyson being a fighter in the end, just like Karen and Jamie. On that level, the seemingly dropped plotline of Allyson’s love life works really well. No review of the young cast would be complete without mentioning Julian (Jibrail Nantambu), who was absolutely hilarious and played off of Vicky perfectly. My whole theater was cracking up at him!

The podcast journalists (Jefferson Hall, Rhian Rees) were likeable in their short roles (mainly serving to get us up to speed on Michael), but the movie might’ve been tighter without them. It’s not hurt for their presence at all, but like I said above maybe their podcast would’ve been a stronger element as Allyson’s project. I did like that their goal of understanding Michael was scoffed at by almost everyone. I’m with Laurie: there isn’t anything deeper to understand about him (that’s what’s so scary!). Will Patton was good as Haddonfield’s Sheriff and I liked how they wove him into the events of the first movie. His attempt to just kill Michael and not arrest him here made all the sense in the world. Dr. Ranbir Sartain (Haluk Bilginer), the "new Loomis," didn't seem necessary at first, but he didn't hurt the movie for me. I liked him as an example of how warped you could get by staring into the eyes of evil for too long and trying to understand it rather than eliminate it. I didn’t expect him to be so crazy at all, but the twist that he wanted to help Michael worked for me. There’s a classic horror vibe to Sartain: the Lovecraftian idea that if you stare true unknowable evil in the face you’ll lose your mind (or you’ll die, like the podcasters), and I liked that he added to Michael’s Boogeyman mythos in that way.

Michael himself was an extremely intimidating force, even stripped of (most) of his supernatural trappings (he still appears stronger than a normal human). I liked that the movie brought up how unimpressive Michael's kill count was now that none of the sequels are in continuity. Letting us see that most people didn’t think much of him as a boogeyman anymore was a great way not only to make it so people would underestimate him, but so that Laurie’s fears would seem even more unfounded. Still, they definitely made up for the loss of all his victims here and having only killed a few people in the first one didn't make him any less scary! I always like Michael's moments of creatively arranging the bodies (someone online referred to it as Michael’s ‘crafting’ and I love that). I do wish there’d been more of that, but what we got was good: the jack o’ lantern was really clever and the ghost was a nice call back to the original. When this was first announced, I wanted them to really dive into the Samhain connection, but now I much prefer not knowing anything about Michael or why he does what he does.

The movie does have a lot of elements of the first, fourth, and seventh movies, but it never felt like a retread and always felt fresh. Shout-outs to the rest of the franchise felt like bonuses, not moments that derailed everything to stop and look back. The tone is perfectly tense and scary, and the genuinely funny moments are great tension breakers rather than tension-shattering missteps. The updated score was great: it was different enough to feel modern and new, but similar enough to feel like coming home.

I think the biggest drawback here is the lack of a definite ending. Don’t get me wrong, I was absolutely satisfied with this movie, but I wish we’d gotten confirmation that Michael had indeed been killed instead of another missing body and hearing his breathing over the credits. I don’t really have any interest in Michael continuing from this point and I wanted to see Laurie win for real. I hope they don't make a sequel with Myers; more Laurie aside, the one thing I really wanted was to see their battle and get true closure to his character. I wish they’d the courage to really end him in this film instead of leaving the door open for a sequel, box office be damned. If the next movie just features Myers returning again (and likely killing Laurie again), that’s about the least exciting thing I can think of for these films. However, if they want to pull the trigger on making someone related to Laurie evil like Michael—which they almost did in 4/5 but backed out—I'd be interested. After all, Allyson still gripping the knife at the end was certainly foreboding (and would’ve been even moreso if she’d been the one trying to understand Michael through the podcast, just like Sartain lost his mind doing the same). If there’s a virulent element to Michael’s purest evil, I’d be down for it. As much as I loved the Strode women taking on Michael, it would be awesome if the next Halloween was about Laurie fighting for Allyson’s soul as she started to go down an evil path.

Watching this, I couldn’t help but imagine what Blumhouse could do to revitalize another classic slasher franchise. I’d love to see them reunite Robert Englund and Heather Langenkamp for a new Nightmare on Elm Street, following the original series of films. Nancy did die, but what if she became a Dream being too and returned to look out for the next generation? She is a fighter who’s “into survival” after all, and she was able to drag so many things in and out of dreams in the first movie that it’s a fairly short path to letting her achieve the same semi-immortal status Freddy has. I feel like an arc of her leaving Heaven (or however they want to characterize the afterlife) to fight her way into the dream realm to defend Elm Street’s current kids and finally face off against Freddy on equal footing would be a fantastic hook and just as satisfying as Laurie and Michael’s face-off. It would be sad to lose Dream Warriors, but what if the gotcha! ending of the first film was Nancy and Co. being trapped in the Dream Realm, but she fought her way out? That’d be an easy way to rewrite anything you wanted in the sequels.

Anyway, Halloween is an exceptional slasher and easily the second-best entry into the franchise; I’d say it might even rival the first film given how active and awesome it lets Laurie be. Even though I didn’t get everything I wanted out of the Michael/Laurie face-off and I think the podcast subplot could’ve been more tightly bonded to the Strodes, I loved this movie and I’m excited to see it again. If you’re a Halloween fan you’ll love this and even if you aren’t familiar with this particular franchise, you should definitely check this out!

Check out more of my reviews, opinions, and original short stories here!

#halloween #laurie strode #jamie lee curtis #andi matichak #allyson #karen #judy greer #michael myers #nick castle #a nightmare on elm street #freddy krueger #nancy #heather langenkamp #robert englund #james jude courtney #halloween 2018

0 notes

lawrenceremodel · 6 years

Text

Nas Denies Kelis Abuse Allegations While Pleading 'We Should Be Better Examples' for Son Knight

Some five months after his ex wife Kelis accused him of mental and physical abuse in an in-depth interview with Hollywood Unlocked, Nas is telling his side of the story.

On Thursday, the rapper, 44, shared a series of seven plain black Instagram posts with lengthy captions that explain his relationship with the “Milkshake” singer, 39 — especially in relation to the child they share, a boy named Knight Jones, born in July 2009.

“PART 1. The Price I Pay To See My Son,” he began before explaining that “a call from Essence about wife doing another sad fictitious story” prompted him to speak out.

View this post on Instagram

PART 1. The Price i Pay To See My Son. And apologies in advance for the typos as I am speaking from the heart as a man who has had enough. Today i got a call from essence about my ex wife doing another sad fictitious story. Nothing surprises me anymore, including this. This is what your life has come to sis? Exploiting some people’s Real struggle and pain…just to get at me….to get attention ? Fame? Another fight against men? We are a human family and we should be better examples for our son. Why is there even a issue for me to have time with my son. A son needs his father. So many absentee fathers out here and here i am being attacked by your accusations simply because i got us in court to help fix this the custody matter? Why did i have to take you to court to see our son? Why when i win the joint custody ( which is a win for both of us and our son, it helps us with both our schedules) why do you feel thats an attack on you? Is it control ? Why do you need to have control over my life? because we’re not together? Then why? Is this being rewarded and praised by people who are being taken advantage of by you and your lies? To all separated couples out there who are cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR YOU. I wish that was me. I’m the most chill cool parent there is. Who has time to argue ? About what? It’s about our little guy. You haven’t had to deal with what I’ve been dealing with. Trust me. I’m a mild mannered god fearing very fair human being who tries his hardest to please everyone. It’s my nature. I’ve seen this too many times before And there was times i thought Kelis my ex wife was not this type. This is the type of antics that deceive people and people mistakenly call it strong. Seems I always had more belief in you than you do for yourself. I instilled strength in my daughter who you were already so jealous of and treated poorly. Being jealous & verbally abusive to a Little girl.

A post shared by Nasir Jones (@nas) on Sep 6, 2018 at 4:54pm PDT

//www.instagram.com/embed.js

View this post on Instagram

PART 2. In life you have to work hard to be successful, not try to tear someone down for that’s the most coward way. Women are the essence of life. I cherish them. My strength is given to me from my mother. I am everything she taught me to be. I was raised in a single home by a single woman. I am a very proud black man. I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from your your first song and video I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. But I thought you was beautiful. You came into my life at a time i was grieving from my moms passing. You was a friend. Because of that i wanted to marry you. And i did. And we had a big lavish wedding. Overall there was too many good times. I have to say i wasn’t the most faithful husband. I was immature. I’m sorry about that. But you bumped your own head sis. Why do i have to live thru a constant divorce? It didn’t work out. Life goes on. I’m not coming back to you. Your married and im happy for you and I’m a extremely happy black brother out here trying to make a difference for my kids and the next generation of young people who see me as huge inspiration in music, art,business, education and so on. After 10 years of keeping my silence during a decade of dealing with very hostile behavior and verbal abuse and even your stepfather holding you back from one of your physical violent Attacks on me right outside your house THIS YEAR while trying to pick up our son while he watched from the window, it was my weekend and you denied me that because your parents were in town. I just went home. This has been my life for my son’s entire life. Even our son wonders why you treat me the way you do?

A post shared by Nasir Jones (@nas) on Sep 6, 2018 at 4:55pm PDT

//www.instagram.com/embed.js

He continues, “Nothing surprises me anymore, including this … We are a human family and we should be better examples for our son. Why is there even a issue for me to have time with my son. A son needs his father.”

View this post on Instagram

PART 3. There’s some seriously crazy things i won’t i disclose for our son’s sake. Because you keep my son from me ive been going thru lawyers to stop you from this bullshit I’m tired of it. I’m tired of you painting a bad picture of me. I’ve been tired of it but you never seem to get tired. I even had to be in a relationship with you AGAIN after we separated just so i could see my son & I AM JUST TIRED. Back then you asked me why didn’t i stop the divorce from happening. I tried! We are too different. Some things aren’t meant to be. We were meant to be so that we could have our son. Nothing more. You didn’t like that. I prayed for your peace of mind for years because of your uneasy soul. I still do. I guess some things take time. You definitely don’t know me now and probably never knew me. You make up this image of me that’s not true but it’s funny because it’s really you describing yourself. You made up stories about me and claimed i did things that YOU DID. I hate all this, but you were a very jealous wife, and i had to deal with that and that’s the worst feeling. How much heat i had to take from producers, writers, music attorneys and record execs etc who felt your mean spirited wrath and dropped you from labels, from startrack to them all. I stopped talking to jungle & steve stoute because of you & almost lost Anthony because of you.

A post shared by Nasir Jones (@nas) on Sep 6, 2018 at 4:58pm PDT

//www.instagram.com/embed.js

View this post on Instagram

PART 4. You used to turn my phone off so my professionals couldn’t reach me and take the battery. You insulted any and everyone whoever was around me. Not a single person in my life loved or could even stand you. Luckily for you our assistants all signed NDA’s or you would have a list of men and women who would happily talk about how verbally abusive and evil you are. Your self saboteur ways has caused you your grief your dealing with. Not me. The altercations you speak of are no more different from what most normal couples go thru, but your exaggerated version is UNJUST. Whenever one is constantly attacked the instinct is to restrain that person or defend yourself to prevent escalation. In hindsight now my advice to young men out there in a situation like that is to RUN at the very first sign of verbal abuse or physical. I herd you said terrible things about me. It makes me feel sad how heartless you can be. You play with strong women’s struggles like they mean nothing. You’re taking advantage of a moment in time where women who are fighting for their lives to get justice and be treated fairly & you just looked at it as an opportunity to get ahead. Like abuse is a game? Like tearing down your son’s father is a game. You have a son! Why are you still competing with me by telling him bad things about me. Guess what sis, he has eyes and ears and smart as ever. i don’t have to say anything. I think he knows what’s really good. You will NOT stop me from fighting for my son. You tell him GOD doesn’t love his dad because his dad doesn’t goto church.

A post shared by Nasir Jones (@nas) on Sep 6, 2018 at 4:59pm PDT

//www.instagram.com/embed.js

In the next installment, Nas discussed his view of women and the beginning of his relationship with Kelis, writing, “I was raised in a single home by a single woman. I am a very proud black man. I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from your first song and video I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. But I thought you was beautiful. You came into my life at a time i was grieving from my moms passing. You was a friend. Because of that i wanted to marry you. And i did.”

View this post on Instagram

PART 5. Didn’t want to bring up money but since that’s the fuel behind all of this Let me say that I gave you the tools to be successful after you was dropped from your label. I paid for your cooking school cordon blue. The expensive yellow stove we had flown in from Europe. I helped pay for the remodeling of your house. Your assistant stole thousands from my cc according to Amex. Out of all people you should be completely understanding of my my grind. But you just can’t win with you. My schedule is CRAZY but you never help me see my son. I’m hardly allowed to talk to him on the phone. Ever. My lawyer told me bring the cops to your house and show my court orders when you don’t let me get him or answer your phone but who besides you wants to show their kids that his parents are that out of control? I’ve been going thru lawyers to stop you from this bullshit for years. I finally got our custody together to work with both our schedule thru court, while leaving court you tell me your gonna get me back for fighting to see my son and 3 weeks later you’re on camera doing an interview about “your truth”. Interesting timing. Do what you want just don’t violate another court order sis because the judge won’t like that at all. The judge already ordered you to pay my legal fees because he was tired of you wasting everyone’s time in court. No lawyer wants to represent you after what you put them thru. That’s why you texted me today asking me for more child support money-and you want to keep it out court. You will NOT stop me from fighting for my son. Remember GOD sees all. And I’m no longer allowing you to take advantage of the fact that I did not want to respond in a manner that could affect my kids , friends or family publicly. THAT ENDS TODAY.

A post shared by Nasir Jones (@nas) on Sep 6, 2018 at 5:06pm PDT

//www.instagram.com/embed.js

View this post on Instagram

PART 6. Everything with her is a plot and a scheme. Has no merit. No foundation I didn’t Wana speak up because i have real respect for our women. And definitely my son. I do not beat women. I did not beat up my ex wife. Stop. You got beat up in court. How much money do you want? Do you want me to relinquish my rights to see my son is that what you want? Just tell me. After all the tweets and posts you made thru the years disrespecting me and my family I still have love for you as the mother of my child BUT I am done with this. This game ends now and GOD will be the judger of all this. And although you tell everyone GOD hates me (some Christian you are) I will survive and thrive from this moment because I know who I am & you have not a clue who you are.

A post shared by Nasir Jones (@nas) on Sep 6, 2018 at 5:07pm PDT

//www.instagram.com/embed.js

Nas continued, taking shots at Kelis’ character: “You insulted any and everyone whoever was around me. Not a single person in my life loved or could even stand you. Luckily for you our assistants all signed NDA’s or you would have a list of men and women who would happily talk about how verbally abusive and evil you are.”

View this post on Instagram

PART 7. And to all the fans that knew my silence was due to the fact that I don’t openly do this kind of petty shit… I appreciate you riding. And to those that were lead down a wrong path… I get it… very sensitive times and all things must be taken seriously. This is MY TRUTH. And I don’t care what else she has left to say unless it concerns our son. This is the first and last time I’m addressing this. Despite all of this I still hope for the best for her because whats best for her is what’s best for Knight. Love, NASIR BIN OLU DARA JONES

A post shared by Nasir Jones (@nas) on Sep 6, 2018 at 5:10pm PDT

//www.instagram.com/embed.js

Then, the “I Can” hitmaker addressed the custody arrangement he and Kelis reached in March and the Hollywood Unlocked interview: “I finally got our custody together to work with both our schedule thru court, while leaving court you tell me your gonna get me back for fighting to see my son and 3 weeks later you’re on camera doing an interview about ‘your truth’. Interesting timing.” He also urged her not to “violate another court order.”

RELATED: Victoria Beckham Slams Divorce Rumors as She Poses with Husband David: ‘We’re Stronger Together’

In part six of seven, Nas explicitly denied the abuse allegations: “I do not beat women. I did not beat up my ex wife. Stop. You got beat up in court. How much money do you want? Do you want me to relinquish my rights to see my son is that what you want? Just tell me.”

And to conclude, the rapper explained that he had stayed silent for so long because he doesn’t “do this kind of petty s—” adding, “This is MY TRUTH. And I don’t care what else she has left to say unless it concerns our son. This is the first and last time I’m addressing this. Despite all of this I still hope for the best for her because whats best for her is what’s best for Knight.”

RELATED: Kelis Lists $1.9 Million L.A. Home and Announces ‘We’re Buying a Farm’

Nas and Kelis divorced in 2010 but did not reach a custody agreement regarding Knight until March of this year. According to TMZ, they have also been battling over the amount of child support Nas should pay. Kelis is also mother to Shepherd Mora, born in November 2015. She is married to Mike Mora.

This past April marks the first time Kelis spoke out about her relationship with Nas, calling it a “really dark” time in her life. “There was a lot of drinking. There was a lot of mental and physical abuse,” she recalled. “I probably would have stayed longer had I not been pregnant because I really did love him and because we were married. We weren’t dating, we were married. Like, this was my person.”

RELATED: Kelis Accuses Ex Nas of ‘Mental and Physical Abuse’ During 5-Year Marriage: ‘It Was Really Dark’

She continued, “I’ve waited nine years to say anything. I have never talked about this man, ever. The amount of airing out that I could do, and I’ve chosen not to … Our kids will find out. They’re finding out now. I’ve never painted myself as a saint. Did he hit me? Mmhm. Did I hit him back? Mmhm.”

from DIYS https://ift.tt/2NVDOox

#DIYS

0 notes

fadingpersoncollectorstuff-blog · 6 years

Text

foresters life insurance quotes

"foresters life insurance quotes

foresters life insurance quotes

BEST ANSWER: Try this site where you can compare quotes: : http://howmuchisinsurance.xyz/index.html?src=tumblr