#just. fucking hell people aren't lying when they say that this age is the fucking worst to live in

[awkward-teabag]

Can't even mention that a store near me is clearly using abusing the TFW program because they refuse to pay little more than minimum wage in a high cost of living area (also you won't get benefits and you'll only be part-time) because the fascists and right-wingers will jump in to say it's about immigration and white replacement.

No, it's because rich white people want to hoard even more money and found an intentional loophole to both make more money (via paying employees less) and also have more power over employees, employees who may or may not know Canadian employment laws (or safety laws) and even if they do, don't have the ability or support to try to hold the company accountable.

You can absolutely criticize the federal government for keeping the loophole open but it predates Trudeau by decades and it was Harper who both expanded the program and added a way for companies to fast-track TFWs. It was also under Harper that companies started firing Canadians (or not hiring them) and then requesting permission to mass-hire TFWs instead.

But the way the right wing talks, you would think Trudeau started this whole thing and the poor multi-million and multi-billion dollar companies are being taken advantage of. Also that housing prices, lack of new developments, and zoning issues started with Trudeau and are the fault of mass-immigration he has a boner for instead of being an issue for decades and experts warning this would happen if governments didn't act ASAP.

Instead the neolibs and cons kept cutting back and kicking that can down the road, a can that started being kicked by Mulroney and the Conservative Party.

#as a 90s kid i grew up with warnings about healthcare and housing and how we needed mass immigration or a massive baby boom #because of the utter lack of federal support and an aging workforce #the systems were already being strained to their limits and there literally weren't enough millennials to replace retiring workers #*or* bring in enough taxes to fund said systems when the system needed it the most #not even increase funding just keeping the same funding that was already not enough #also the right conveniently ignores (or doesn't know about) the extremely predatory recruitment industry #that targets people overseas while lying and charging large amounts of money to bring tfws to canada #you could even blame chretien for expanding it to include 'low-skilled' workers which is what companies are abusing it for #hell even trudeau sr for creating it in the first place even though it was originally made for high-skilled or niche jobs #but no the blame is always trudeau jr with a ton of racism and brownnosing capitalists #because all these problems sprang up suddenly under him #and in no way did harper start/expand/not end/be complicit in any of this /s #though i guess for some of the fascists it seems that way 'cause they weren't personally affected by it until now #and companies have stopped trying to pretend they aren't grabbing as much money as possible because fuck anyone else #even though it's been like that for decades and capitalism itself encourages companies to skim money off the top #while not having the checks and balances to limit just how much #for that you need governments to regulate things and that doesn't work when you have leaders who are anti-regulation #and who believe in trickle down economics #just... the whole thing is not happening in a bubble and involves multiple people and both the neolibs and cons #because it's been building for decades #but you can't bloody say that because the moment you mention housing/jobs/healthcare and/or tfws #you get inundated by fascists who think you're one of them and hit you with some of the most unhinged shit #or who don't even care about you and just want someone to rant at about how it's the evil left's fault for everything #hell you can't even say you don't like trudeau because same thing: fascists think you're one of them or someone to bring into the cult

[bellflower-goat]

anyways fucking. fucking hell

#Dear fuck why is this shit so hard #Who cares if I say it once in the notes of a post noone will read anyways #just. fucking hell people aren't lying when they say that this age is the fucking worst to live in #I just wanna hope that things will get better I am gripping that promise so so hard rn #I'm just so goddamn tired and. just. #At least when I'm older I'll have the possibility to dissappear and never hear or talk or deal with these people ever again #Just. fucking god this is hard #and everyone says to keep going caus things will get better. I don't have any hope anymore but I guess I just gotta keep going #And I wanna make a big deal out of everything and make so many people hurt with that one permanent desition but I know it aint #worth it and stuff. just fucking hell. #was it so hard to ask to live somewhere safe. I just want to worry abt normal things #I dont wnat to have to do things that don't suit me I shouldn't be doing any of this I should just worry abt. #who fucking knows. I should be able to just worry about dumb internet drama and using soci.al media too much or whatever #But I can't worry about that that's just not how it works #And I remember that maybe I could have a nice life where. where I get to breathe for once and I get to be happy and taken care of #And then I get hope and I tjink things can change and then i am forced to remember what happens when I dare to think such dumb shit #things won't change. at least not now. no hope just gotta endure this shit and wait till I am old enough to just. get out of here and never #Look back and stuff. #maybe I'll get to do that.and I'll be happy and everything will be alright #It's hard to imagine that will happen. Most likely won't. but I dont know #And here I am. I should be saying this to my the.rapist or some shit but instead I'm venting on a tumblr blog just. #I should probably go to sleep #just. How naive of me to think that things would have gotten better. #And a part of me thinks it's stupid to say this shit here like it feels like I'm just doing this for attention or some shit and I dunno #Maybe I am doing it for attention. hoping that someone will read this dumb little cry for help and at least tell me that I'll be alright #but I know that won't happen but still I do this. just in case

[viviennelamb]

If somebody isn't actually Spiritual or part of the >1% minority, nothing they produce is worth spitting at. Egotists are replicas who distribute pompous propaganda which doesn't distill value to somebody who at least lives closer to Reality.

Falsehood is all the rage with people who lie so much that they've gotten high on their own supply of Bullshit. Non-spiritual people think that God-lovers are stupid - the feeling's mutual except Reality aligns with the latter. Guess Reality's stupid cause I don't have to cite a study a man made up in his inseminated head, I can just observe the Present Moment and tell you what is happening right Now.

There will be no "advanced society" if Pure women continue to be ignored and dismissed. To put down your pride, vanity, envy for one fucking second and submit to the Truth instead of submitting to a male and the females who love them is the test of this Dark Age. Man-consciousness is the vast, vast majority of the population regardless of what you think you're looking at.

The state of the collective's is reflecting materially and this world is only getting worse and pure women aren't going to save, protect or help anybody because they don't heed to warnings when times seem good. God has given the most materially unpalatable women everything while the materially palatable has to beg for scraps from dogs... it has always been like this because most people operate under the law of delusion where they think somebody's physical appearance gives them "privilege."

Maybe a Nun will toss you a can out beans out of pity when you're starving, but notice how Nuns hide from the world? The Way to Perfection is to stay the fuck away from the ordinary person and keep strict silence. The gap in intelligence is too large to even begin to explain what is going on in the world, let alone what is happening in Heaven (which people who haven't earned it are oddly curious about).

The evils of the World need to be spoken of extensively before you can grasp anything Good. Those who attempt to skip over what is happening right in front of them because they want Heaven's vibe without putting in the work are the most egotistical and self-righteous pieces of shit who look down on people who got themselves out of Hell while still being in Hell themselves.

It's easy to not be passionate about the Truth when you don't know anything, sweetheart. Knowing what evil is and how close it is to you is the only way you will get motivation to think and act right so you can free yourself from it. The thing is, you don't know how destitute you are when you're in the thick of delusion.

Those who are against Perfection can keep debating about which warmongering psychopath is better than the other when it doesn't matter. You must raise yourself up to the bare minimum of purity of mind, body and soul to understand God and then you will see just how much you are part of the cause of what is happening in the world and how much you've been lying to yourself about being a "good person." All political activism has and will always fail because self-righteous activists wage war on pure women daily and as a result war will be waged on them and nobody will care because they don't care about Karma.

Anybody who goes against the souls that adore God will die painfully forever. Anything you think, say, or do against me will be done to you in return trillion-fold every minute of every day and you won't know it, but you will have a psychiatric diagnosis for it.

The world will never be peaceful if you hate pure women. Why? Because you hate what you are not. If you have the urge to defend sex when a pure woman speaks about it, that means you prioritize sex over purity and women altogether. In the end, you're just another man.

#cannot tell you how many people have messaged me seemingly agreeing with me only to later attempt to convince me that sex is good #ok then have your sex. don't be surprised I don't want anything to do with you when you choose sex over me & real camaraderie. #if you're too socially inept to understand: what you proactively defend shows what you prioritize in your life. #& don't be surprised when the world does the same and chooses dicks over you. If only people defended innocence with that level of vigor...

[raxistaicho]

Reading Edelgard through your Tumblr is so baffling. Particularly because they're just so casually ableist towards her.

She didn't actually have siblings and the experiment are supposedly very short so it wasn't that bad. She doesn't have PTSD or even struggle because of her trauma. She only use her trauma to manipulate other and justify her action, but at the same time she's a bitch for not telling everyone about it. Actually, her trauma was so bad it made her a psychopath and a narcissist ( but she isn't mental ill! those aren't mental illness, they're just bad people brain or something ). She is lying when she say something good, but she isn't when she say something bad. TWSITD don't mental abuse her outside of the experiment. Alternatively, TWSITD abuse her so bad she believe and do everything they tell her, but at the same time it's entirely her fault and she's a bad person™. Her time in Faerghus, sent far away from her home and family in a foreign region because of political turmoil around her father, is actually a fully positive experience. She's a bitch for forgetting and not be everything Dimitri want her to be. Edelgard is spoiled and had pretty good childhood. Dimitri and Rhea action are fully excusable because of trauma, but if Edelgard dare to do anything, even small, because of trauma she's a bitch. She's a bitch for being mean to poor little Duc Aegir, and he actually didn't play a part in her abuse. The horror that happened to her in AG is actually good and deserved.

Outside of the Tumblr circle I've even seen someone claim Edelgard has it better than Dimitri because, since her siblings died slowly, she had "time to prepare herself mentally for their death" unlike him. Or thar Lysithea was better because"at least she doesn't bitch about it".

And they don't even stop at her fan! They litteraly harassed a man with PTSD because they didn't like his analysis!

The worst is that you even continue to go on and on about it for hours, it's disgusting really. Also rooted in misogyny... It's enraging how they just want Edelgard to only have what they consider bad trait, trying to remove everything deemed good or inciting sympathy. They want a fully back and white world without any kind of nuance as little as it can be.

You really said it all, sadly. A meme image was making the rounds a while ago, showing the double standard between male and female troubled characters. Edelgard's haters really do twist themselves into knots, applying multiple standards to her at once. It's pretty gross.

And they don't even stop at her fan! They litteraly harassed a man with PTSD because they didn't like his analysis!

Hell, not even just the analysis, they harassed him for having the temerity to... uhh... write a fanfic.

Outside of the Tumblr circle I've even seen someone claim Edelgard has it better than Dimitri because, since her siblings died slowly, she had "time to prepare herself mentally for their death" unlike him. Or thar Lysithea was better because"at least she doesn't bitch about it".

That's so fucking gross, jesus christ.

#fire emblem three houses #edelgard discourse #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard positive #mysogyny #double standard

[meanmisscharles]

bestie i do not think u reblogged the post fjhgkjg BUT if u wanna talk abt ships: thots on ed/frenchie

Ahhhh....nice one!

do i ship it: Big yes! I do in fact ship it. I am partial to lgbtq relationships that involve both parties being PoC. It's not something that's seen enough in media, though thankfully there is more of it now (Thanks Pose, Queen Sugar, The Chi & P Valley).

Also, despite Frenchie being seen by fandom as "sweet bb soft cutie pie", he's got a lot of the same Energy we see in Ed, even outside of being a hell of a hustler.

He's the reason Ed got excited about that party in the first place.

why i ship it or not: I ship it because these are two MoC who might be of different backgrounds, and with an age difference, but are absolutely on the same level. Ed's got the whole Blackbeard thing going, which if you think about it, is probably the longest running con on the sea.

They both understand the societal limitations placed on them and they both are unapologetic for having come up with their own workarounds.

They aren't shy about their dislike of white colonialist power and those that inhabit it. They are both a little goofy as well and I think MoC should be able to be joyful and silly and not phenomenal in the stereotypical ways expected of them.

They both like nice things and a bit of fun and having the ability to call folks 'babe' and 'dear', even though Ed hasn't fully got to that place. Being with Frenchie would give him the comfort of being able to see another MoC offering and accepting all of these things to and from him.

I also think that Frenchie brings that newness and inspiration that Ed was first complaining about when he boards the Revenge. He also isn't a passive aggressive problem - he, like Ed, says what he means. That's why he asked what the hell he was trying to pull, when he goes around greeting the crew of the Revenge. He also tried to help him out boarding the French ship.

Ed's a master tactician and Frenchie can assess opportunities, improvise plans and can read a situation and people very quickly. I think that together they smooth out the places where the other might be weak with regards to this part of them.

Look at Ed - That's the face of a man who's thinking "I could have been the fucking PRINCE? OF EGYPT?"

I'd also like for Ed to have the opportunity to have a MoC that can identify with what he deals with and navigating the world on a level the men in his life that we've been shown so far, can't. I like to think that Ed has had other MoC as lovers, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't also want to see it.

Also, they had to have spent a lot of time together getting Ed's songs together, because you know Miss Mamas didn't write just one song.

Anyways, there is SO MUCH MORE to Frenchie than I usually see said about him (Ya'll. YA'LL - he is so not just a cuddly puppy of a man) and I have convinced myself that all of the above is the reason Ed kept him.

canon potential: Possible but the highest of unlikeliness.

fanon interpretation/fandom around it: I haven't seen a lot of Ed/Frenchie around. Would love to see it if you've got it!

#ofmd #our flag means death #Frenchie ofmd #Edward teach

[moonjxsung]

uni classes officially finished yesterday! awh man sorry to hear you've been so busy and tired :( im sure the break from the phone was needed WHAAA SO EXCITING SO HAPPY FOR YOU THAT YOU GOT TO EXPERIENCE THAT OMG tbh I'm not doing too hot... on top of the stress and burn out from uni... I got cyberharrassed by people from my univeristy yesterday on our year's server ... :( basically people were being jerks and playing "jokes" on random people (NOT funny jokes ... like I mean tagging random people and harassing them for homework (which doesn't exist) and accusing their targets of lying when they say they aren't enrolled in the class even when they gave evidence - the poor souls were so confused and concerned) and like just saying shitty stuff about how certain faculties are "useless" and for stupid people ... so I step in and tell them to stop it cause its not funny cause they're all like "its just a joke" ... so when i said that they were like "nah its hella funny" (by they, I mean like 3-4 people are ganging up on me at this point and I couldn't report this to the server mods cause one of them WAS A FREAKING MOD) and then they were like "we should ban you" and were like "I'll bet ur in the stupid people faculty" (which I'm not, but I was so enranged that they kept calling arts a useless stupid faculty so I didn't deny it) and so I excused myself and said "I see I am a minority here [in thinking these things they are doing/saying are unkind and unfunny] so I will leave now" and then they were like "noooooooooo we love minorities" ... "even the bad ones" ... "lmao jk" and then they said "no one likes you go kys" ... so I left the server because I absolutely don't need fucking assholes and worthless losers telling me that :) like. I dont even know theses people. So what they say shouldnt matter. but fuck it hurt so bad :( like these are people MY age who go to MY uni who are probably in my classes or smth like idk I just wasnt expecting such blantant unkindness... I guess that's naive of me ... idk it just really sucked ... like I'm basically fine now cause those kinds of people literally don't matter to me, but it sucks that people like that exist, yknow? like fuck, what if they had said that to someone else who really took it to heart and really did do what they said... like wtf how are there people LIKE THIS :( also, I hate confrontation, so I got like a panic attack after the whole incident and couldnt sleep until 3 am and then woke up at 8 to go to work....... for an 8 hour shift......... and i was so freaking mad at myself for letting it affect me so much cause I WASTED SO MUCH STUDY TIME LIKE UGH idk im just alkdjflkjadklfjdkjfk jakfj my only condolance at this point about the whole thing is the people the jerks targeted/the victims messaged me privately to thank me for stepping in. so at least my actions were not in vain. also im sorry about all the cursing... I RAREly curse... im just so ajsfdkjak over this :( Sorry for dumping all that, do not feel pressured at all to respond to all of that ILY STAR pls continue to take care of urself 🫶💕 🌱

Oh my god??????? This is literally insane?????? What the actual hell is WRONG with people…. And doing that shit in a school server???? What the hell??????

Good on you for standing up for yourself and the others who were getting harassed and for leaving when you did! College students can be so weird bc I feel like they often forget that acting out of turn publicly in a server or online or wherever can absolutely have DIRE consequences for your future and it’s just playing with fire at that point. I remember there was a very famous case of students at Harvard who had a discord server where they sent all sorts of racist/sexist/ableist etc. memes and they legit got KICKED OUT of college when it was brought to light. As a college student you should be acting as though you’re being carefully monitored by your school or even a potential employer at all times, it’s literally so risky to be acting out of turn like that where people can easily report you. And on that note, I hope someone reports them and the server at least gets taken down bc sending death threats like that is absolutely vile, and to your own classmates???? What the hell

I hope you’re feeling better now angel ☹️ I’m so sorry you had to work a long shift after all that, I would’ve been panicking too! But at least know that you did the right thing and if they get in trouble for it, you can’t be blamed for being complicit in their trashy behavior. Your future isn’t at risk like theirs is!

Take some time to relax and try not to think about their words, they’re likely saying that to everybody and it’s not worth dwelling over insults they’re throwing around to every person who breathes in their direction. They’re just a bunch of LEWSERSSSSS 🤢🤢🤢🤢 I love you bby feel better soon ☹️💖💘💞💕💝🫶 here for you if you need anything at all !!

#🌱 anon #ask

[casspurrjoybell-26]

The Contract - Chapter 43

*Warning: Adult Content*

- Evan -

Seeing Donovan in his house, with messy hair, in casual sweatpants and a plain shirt, lying on the sofa eating pizza felt illegal somehow.

We'd hardly spoken since the bathroom incident and the pizza arrived ten minutes ago, making this the longest we've gone without speaking to each other but I know it's because he's pissed off at me, hence why we're eating in silence, watching TV.

My phone rings in my pocket so I shift in my seat and grab it, seeing that it's Robbie calling I answer it.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask, biting into my pizza, as Donovan grabs another from the box, paying no attention to me on the phone.

There was loud music in the background and people talking and since it was a Friday, I knew he was out with his girlfriend and our friends, I knew that for definite when I heard Liam shout my name in the background.

"Evan you need to come out man. We all miss you," he shouts down the phone. "It's no fun without you here," he loudly adds, making me laugh.

Looking at Donovan, he's focused on the TV and I know if I left now he'd be more pissed off with me.

"Sorry man, I'm busy right now, I can't tonight."

Robbie groans.

"Come on Evan, we haven't seen you in ages, come out with us, we're all here," he begs. "Pleasssseeee."

I haven't seen them in ages but I couldn't just go, it wouldn't feel right, not when I and Donovan aren't speaking.

"Sorry, I just don't feel like it right now Rob, maybe another night?"

"Your friend is here though, that chick from the show," he said as a girl in the background laughs loudly. "The blonde-haired chick, she's here with a bunch of her friends."

Before I could ask who the hell he was talking about, a woman's voice starts talking into Robbie's phone, a voice I would recognize anywhere.

"Evan, come out with us, It's so lonely without you here, it'll be fun, I promise," Amanda's sweet voice comes through, with a moan, I also hear girls giggling in the background as the music pounds.

Amanda?

What the fuck is she doing with my friends?

How would she even know they're my friends?

Is she stalking me now?

What the hell is she playing at?

I get up from the sofa and walk away as Donovan's eyes follow me from where he's sat on the sofa in front of the TV.

"Amanda? Where's Robbie?" I hissed down the phone. "Put Robbie back on the phone."

"No," he giggles. "He's busy with my friend. It's just us now- hey, where are you? I'll come to see you," she said, her voice low. "Just us, alone."

Her friend?

Where the fuck was his girlfriend?

What is Amanda playing at?

What the fuck is actually going on right now?

"Put him on the phone Amanda, I won't ask again," I say, clenching my jaw tightly. "This isn't funny."

"I know something about you, Evan Beckett," she said, her tone serious. "You big fat liar."

My chest tightens at her words, as she starts getting on my nerves.

"What are you talking about?"

The call loses connection for a second then Amanda starts laughing as the music becomes more distant, like she's walked outside the club with Robbie's phone.

"Don't try and hide it Evan, you lied about having a girlfriend to me and everyone, is that why you won't see me? Because you're with her?" she sweetly says. "Or… is it because there's no woman and you're actually fucking around with a grown man?"

My heart stops as the room starts spinning and it feels as if the world is crushing down on me as Amanda's words punch me in the gut.

Does... she know about Donovan?

"Do your friends know you're sleeping with a guy twice your age to get roles? I know whoever he is, he's someone big enough to make a nobody like you as famous as you are now, he was driving a Rolls-Royce and they don't come too cheap Evan, nope... I bet he's a producer or some billionaire bored with his life," she cackles, slurring her words.

Oh my God, I feel like I'm going to be sick.. she fucking knows.

"Who's that on the phone?" Donovan asks, coming up to me as I clench my hair tight.

"So it's true," she hums out, hearing Donovan next to me "Or else you'd deny it, wouldn't you Evan? You're sleeping around to get gigs, I can't believe it, THE Evan Beckett is nothing more than a fame-hungry dick-loving slut," Amanda says, laughing as I clench the phone in my hand.

"Give me the phone Evan," Donovan demands, holding out his hand but I shake my head, gripping it harder as I shake my head furiously.

I'm speechless and don't know what to say, I feel like whatever I say right now would only make it worse, Amanda won't drop this and if I deny it in front of Donovan, our relationship is over, after I already swore I would tell Robbie and my friends.

Donovan snatches the phone from my hand.

"Don't... wait... don't," I plead as he puts the phone to his ear.

"Who is this?" he asks, a fierce look in his eye and a scary tone in his voice.

I don't know what she said but it made Donovan more threatening than he already looked, leaving me thinking the worst was happening right now and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"I'm Donovan Steele sweetheart," he stated his voice threatening. "You know who I am and what I'll do to ruin your life, so let me make this very clear for you to understand," he says slowly. "I'm your worst nightmare, say anything regarding our relationship and I will destroy everything you've built in a few seconds and I'll enjoy doing it, do you understand?"

I'm physically shaking as I don't hear what she says back to him, Donovan moves the phone from his ear and ends the call, then hands the phone back to me with a passive look on his face, as he goes to sit back down.

"She won't say anything," he simply says. "It's sorted."

'It's sorted?'

"What did you just do?" I whisper, feeling like my whole body is on fire. "How is it sorted? She'll fucking tell everyone, Donovan," I shout, as panic sets in.

Donovan ignores me and then goes back to the coach.

"How can you be so fucking calm?" I go after him. "She's going to tell everyone, if you think you scared her just now, you're even more stupid than I thought."

Donovan coldly snaps his eyes to mine, making me freeze, breathing heavily from the panic that's controlling me and my thoughts, thinking of the worst possible outcomes Amanda could destroy my life.

"She won't say anything, I made sure of it," he states harshly. "And if she did, would it be so bad?"

"Yes," I yell, before I could stop myself.

Donovan simply stares at me, like I'm the worst fucking mistake he's made in his life, I see it in his eyes and the way he looks at me like I really am a pathetic piece of shit.

I feel like my heart is crushed when he looks away from me like he's so disappointed in me, that looking at me is pointless.

"I didn't mean that," I force out, going after him as he gets up and walks towards the stairs. "I just wanted to do this our way, in our own way, when we're both..."

Donovan stops and turns around, a cold dead look in his eye as his mouth is set in a straight line.

"I expected more from you, Evan, someone I let into my life and into my home," he scoffed, before smiling. "I would do anything to protect you Evan but if you can't face the truth about yourself, how do you expect me to help you get through this?"

"Fame is temporary, just like everything else in this world but my love for you is limitless, could you say the same to me?"

Donovan turns around and walks up the stairs, not saying a single word more as tears fill my eyes, making my vision blurry, my body flinches when Donovan slams his bedroom door shut, leaving me standing there.

With the noise from the TV in the background and pizza still left in the pizza boxes, I let my tears fall as I stared at the place he once stood... my heart breaking by the second.

[kermitkrqb]

Hey! Could I ask for a hunter Sylvester x male reader? Where the reader is a lot into metal like him and is new at the school and is cold and aggressive to almost everyone and one day beats skip Hoffman in a fight and hunter takes notice and it progresses from there ending in them getting together?

Beat a bitch || Hunter Sylvester x reader

A/N: I've never written from the perspective of a male reader before so sorry if this is off! I guess this can also be gender neutral if you ignore certain terminology :) @the-criminaltbc

What to expect: Violence, Hunter being in awe of the reader, swearing, male reader

Glenwood Lake Highschool was a fucking bore. It had the standard popular kids- who were almost always assholes, the quiet kids- you don't have too much against them other than the fact that some of them are psychotic, and there was you. A metal-head since birth. Superior to the rest of them? Maybe. Besides, it's not like this place had much to offer other than the select few. Your prime example: Hunter Sylvester. In your eyes he was a pretty fucking cool and hot decent dude.

You were walking down the hallway to your next class, music blasting in your eyes, deafening you from the real world. You took this time to observe your surroundings. To observe how people valued school so much, to see how from such a young age we are taught to believe that it is the only path in life. You sure as hell wanted more to life than this shit hole.

You're about to reach your next class when the asshole jock in front of you starts shoving his way through the crowd. People are getting pushed left and right yet, no one is saying anything. You immediately know who it is- Skip Hoffman. Fuck it. "Hey asshole. Are you that far up your own ass that you can't see the people around you? Or has daddy have yet to buy you glasses?"

Hoffman cocks his head, "What'd you fucking say to me huh?" What a cliché. It was all just so typical that you had to laugh, "Ohh I'm sure you heard me buddy, or does daddy need to buy you hearing aids too?" That's all it takes for him to lunge at you but, the way he's hobbling towards you makes it too easy to block his punch. A crowd is forming around the two of you- and you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting cocky. Skip's gone red at this point- his nostrils are flared. He kinda looks like a fucked up bull.

He raises his arm again and his fist is nearing your head, it brushes right against your ear and that's all it takes to piss you off further. Your muscular arms are grabbing him by the collar and he's flailing around in your grasp. Just as you're about to land a hit on his jaw- "Y/L/N, Office now!" The crowd around you bursts out into different directions, and a few stragglers are left watching at a distance.

You land the hit anyway, the Skip Hoffman goes limp in your hands. Knocked out in one hit- a new record. The previous teacher opens their mouth to yell at you again but, you beat them to it, "Save the speech. I'm dropping out of this shit hole." With your final 'fuck you', you walk past Hunter and his friend- both of which in awe, a certain metal-head more than the other.

Hunter turns to Kevin, "See, that is what it means to be fucking metal Kevin. That is one hell of a fucking guy!" The pair of them aren't exactly subtle with their remarks, and you can't help but smirk at Hunter's awe. You dig into your large pockets pushing past all the random scraps inside of them, until you lay your hands on a crumbled piece of paper with your number on it.

Before you leave, you turn to the pair and push out the flimsy piece of paper towards Hunter, "Call me...I might know a thing or two about metal. I know you do too. " The metal-head's face goes red and he takes this time to carefully consider his next words, "I guess you'll have to prove it to me. See you soon."

You may or may not have had planned giving Hunter your number for a while...

A/N: How is this from the male perspective you may ask? Pockets. The women know what I mean.

#hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #metal lords #adrian greensmith #kermitkrqb

[anonil88]

Euphoria S2.E6 Liveblog

🍬🍬 Spoilers below 🍬🍬

Here we go um I have nothing to say my weekend has been a lot but here I am.

Rue and her mom just has to sit there and watch her work through it all.

Hospitals care regardless of if you are a good person or a bad one. Rue feels a lot like this currently.

She is going through it and its gonna be a long while before its over. Addicts aren't

Oh Gia that probably is so painful to watch this person who hurts you but loves you and you love them in unbearable pain.

Ali actually gives a fuck about you Rue, so you gonna have to boss up and apologize.

You're not who you are in addiction but you have to be accountable for the trauma and pain you caused in it. You're responsible for the fuck ups but they don't define you if you are actively trying to get better.

I love this Malcolm X shirt and I've seen it before but it's expensive as all hell. And now the way that finding it is about to be so much harder, hopefully they remake/reissue the shirt.

Apologies are hard but it needs to be done kiddo. He doesn't always know you mean it but no matter what he trusts that you do and he's open to listen. He is NOT the only one who deserves an apology though.

True euphoria is the true apology and the feeling after, thats a good title card.

Gia looks so grown up sitting on the couch but she is completely shut down and shut off. Wow Ali is breaking through to her thankfully. Someone is finally paying attention to Gia, FINA FUCKING LY. Her mom and everyone else needs to pay attention because i know Gia has a story. Hopefully we get to hear her side of things or just what is going on in her life in season 3. Anger might not help but you also need to feel something rather than swallow it all down. Gia your shield cracked a bit but thats good.

Nate deadass has like 100 messages and his family is finally free of Cal fucking Jacobs.

Oh damnnnnn Maddy is pissed. He loves Maddy's loyalty and how good she is by him.

Kat is a mood because she saw it coming from a mile away but its not great that she slut shamed or assumed things about Cassie without knowing her. She hated when people did it to her but she is 17 and I know some 17 year olds who say they don't judge anyone but surely do.

Ms. Katherine I need to get off your phone also Ethan woah back the hell up. Break up with him...girl you are not lying just to get out of a relationship with him. Kat you have an entire year left in school how are you going to lie about a brain disease for. This is shitty and it is gaslighting because she doesn't want to be the bad guy. She already doesn't like herself so being the bad guy in this breakup makes her feel even worse. There are insecure girls who do this because they want things to change but don't know how to say that. It's fucked up because hurt people hurt people but also because he gave her a chance to just say "I don't want to be with you."

Couldn't pay me to deal with teenage communication issues. Now I've got my mid twenties communication issues which are a bit easier with the tools I didn't have at that age.

What the fuck are they doing with these knives....oh her mom doesn't want Cassie to hurt herself.

Fezco this is terrible advice, y'all are adorable and maybe you should watch the movie together but this is terrible advice.

Cassie? Really Marsha you like Cassie that seems racist. Nate you should listen to your mom. Wait so everyone knows Nate has anger issues and didn't get him any fucking help? You're literally getting angry at your mom now so I don't think your anger is directed just to your dad.

Also drinking with your child and not having a limit, huh? Your child is a child even if he is 18, he isn't a drinking buddy or a surrogate for the love you fail to recieve from your husband.

Suze is telling the truth right here, you broke girl code Cassie.

Keep it just to spite you? Is that a confession not even based in guilt but just a confession about what she did to Cal? Um your son abused Maddy and you think its funny cause he protected you and she called you a bad name? Marsha you are twisted, just as twisted as Cal.

Here he is getting angry again and he's drinking and he did choke her.

Cassie? A cork screw? Really?

You knew he was a piece of shit and he bullied you and then he put his wee wee in you and you thought "he's my dream guy now". Girl.

Both of your parents are god awful Nate. Therapy was an option and nobody thought yea we should all go to therapy? And Marsha instead of putting her foot down and getting her boys some help she knows she raised a menace. AND STILL WON'T DO ANYTHING TO HELP HIM (because he'll always take care of his mom).

Nate is breaking down hmm there's more there and his mom is trying to unravel it all. I'm pretty sure it was the tapes but there's alluding that Cal hurt his son? But even if he didn't physically Nate saw his dad with people who weren't his mom and he was absolutely rotted and disgusted by his father. It's instilled a deep hatred that makes him angry at the world and himself and instead of pin pointing that anger at anyone else besides his dad he won't take accountability. "My anger was justified" thats why I put my hands on everyone instead of communicating without violence. Nah Nate that's just a violent unchecked ego. Guys like him admire the Joker and tell on themselves.

Nate IS a bad person, you're not about to throw Rue under the fucking bus Cassie. Your dad is just like her and you see him as reddemable bit not at all Rue. Her dad died and she turned to opioids because she's mentally ill, you bitch. And then to say that shit to your sister, really?

Cal said I've been fucking adults and messed up once, but y'all are not about to find these damn tapes. Also Nate you really want that business? Cause you absolutely do not.

Rue said fuck y'all lol, but also I wanna know what happens to Jules especially if she isn't around for season 3. Good on her for staying away from Elliot. Elliot as a character could have been written and introduced much better with more substance. I'm really trying to hold my critiques until the end but I have to say this. We are seeing these people through Rue's eyes but we also need to see them as completely rounded characters.

Maddy in the same dress she took off that woman. She wishes she had this woman's life but she doesn't see their life when she's not babysitting. My friend informed me that it was a camera in the clock and that is terrifying. Is this woman and her man watching Maddy try on stuff in the closet. Women predators do exist (Laurie sure out here exploiting people and children as well.)

Minka is the OG teen drama queen, Alexa is the next iteration. Oh wow Sam was the Cassie in the situation oof. Thank god some adult is a voice of reason and explains that being a young adult is messy as hell and part of it is craving love from any and everyone. But also can we stop giving underage kids alcohol especially when they have to drive home after, thats extremely inappropriate and dangerous to do.

(I just wanted one genuine good adult in another characters life besides Rue and Jules.)

Fezco and Lexi are so cute, I'm glad they watched the movie together.

Faye is being shifty as fuck.....ugh Custer. ASHTRAY CHECK THE DAMN CAMERAS. Chester Custer dumb mother clucker is a fucking idiot. These two are about to get my favs fucking shot by the cops or prison time. Now this is a rat not anyone else, this is a rat:

Nate is a fucking menace like bro just in the corner with a fucking gun, I'm laughing my ass off because of how horror movie boyfriend his ass is. I know that gun probably isn't even loaded and he knows she's as afraid of him as she is in love, so he's gonna use fear against her.

She gave it to Jules? Oh fuck it was loaded but he's unloading it and now taunting her. Nate is an entire abusive sociopath he is literally traumatizing her for a damn disk to protect a company? And if she is pregnant then she really could ruin your entire life still by keeping that unfortunate mistake.

Abort it.

Maddy never accepted that man's call, texts, etc. and he's on her like the damn Alien on Ripley ew, at least Rue has drugs clouding her judgement to make her an abusive partner unfortunately. He has trauma sure but he also sees nothing wrong about abusing her or anyone else. Evil ass. The Mary J and Meth is very well placed here.

Jules you better grab the box cutter from that promo. Apologize? And he's still using abuser tactics to coerce Jules into listening to him. What type of piece of shit? Oh he's doing it because he likes her and for a second thought she would be into him because of it? Get awayyyyy.

Great. Good to know, rmfe you fucking ruined her life and made it even harder for her to know what real love is like.

And he's gonna hop skip his ass back into Cassie's pants and she's completely alone so now he can just manipulate her like crazy. What makes me so mad about this is Cassie saw Maddy go through all of his abuse and thinks its gonna be different for her.

They gonna fuck and daydream about some fantasy life. And he likes that she fights back and hates him and is entirely reliant on him. How do people even think Nates hot like he looks so fucking evil right now, this is abuse.

I think Jules is gonna run away again and possibly for good. Which i hate but I know she hasn't taken down any memories of Rue in her room, its only been a few days/a week though.

Your sister is gone Lexi and it hurts but that doesn't mean you should say anything.

Yes that was rock bottom but you may hit new lows you never thought, even when sober post 20s. 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

No Leslie let Gia get it out. She needs to let all of it out. They severely need to talk talk and Gia needs focus on her.

No one knows but Rue can try, she has one week until she goes back to rehab to make some amends. She is going to come back to a complete shit storm though when she's back. Ahem.

Yea Rue you need to talk to your sister. IF Rue comes back, but she would be leaving with a fucking mess for everyone but her to take care of.

You're in a bind momma Leslie, this is how this goes unfortunately realistically. Too many times and they won't let her into the facility, or there just aren't enough rooms so she's gonna need to thug it out without a program and find programs and help that isn't drugs at home.😪🙃

Episode thoughts: Thats life ain't it also can someone punt Nate through a wall. He's got trauma sure but he doesn't even use that or see that as an excuse for his actions. He wants a pissing match with everyone in his life so he can "be an alpha" who doesn't get help. Not shocked if he ends up like a worse dad than his dad because he'll actually believe he isn't fucking up his kids.

Preview thoughts: Yea from the promo and this episode with stand by me, whew. Also I told y'all this play is going to be an invasion of privacy and Nate is about to be exposed as a bad person to everyone hopefully, but so is everyone else's faults. I feel terrible for Gia if she is in that auditorium everyone knows Rue is an addict but no one knows about how Rue had an intervention part 2 and Gia will have to see her trauma on stage. Also if Fez told Jules business with Cal to Lexi. That is going to fuck up Nates life which shrug he kind of got a taste of that when everyone saw him as an abuser. But that would absolutely ruin Jules' and in that situation with Nate and his dad she just got caught in the middle and used as a pawn. Maddy hopefully doesn't have too much exposed because its not like no one knows he did hurt her but that could trigger her from his lil gun show. Sigh that play even if its well received from the audience its still wrong because those are not her stories to tell.

Until next time y'all. 🎇

#euphoria #euphoria spoilers #euphoria hbo #live blog #liveblog #live react

[fucktheroyals]

Hey, I just need someone to rant to, if you don’t feel comfortable listening feel free to delete this, I just want to shout into the void.

As a bisexual teenager, I feel like I don’t have any adult bi role models in my life: certainly no one I know, and I don’t know that many celebrities who are bi either, so when misha collins ‘came out,’ I was so fucking happy, because he was someone I always admired.

And I’m not angry at Misha, i just feel so stupid. They just had to queerbait us one last time. And i feel like, to some extent, he was trying to queerbait us, cause, you know, his eat the rainbow tweet. And like if he wasn’t bisexual why didn’t he just say so after his introvert extrovert bisexual thing? Why wait so long to tell us? And I feel so stupid that this is making me upset, cause he’s just some middle aged straight guy who lives on the other side of the world to me.

And some part of me is hoping that he is actually bisexual, that he was lying in the tweets and hadn’t led us along, but I don’t want to think about it cause I know that I’ll just be disappointed again.

And, all the biphobic people who said he was lying when he came out are right, and will use this as justification to keep saying that bisexuals are lying for attention, aren’t actually bi, ect.

I just don’t understand how he could say ‘all three’ if he didn’t mean it. And then why go on to keep talking about bisexuals.

I fucking hate this. I feel so stupid that I believed him and sad that I thought I had someone on my side in that homophobic show.

Anyway sorry if this is incoherent :(

And, thanks for listening if you read all the way down here, I feel like your blog is a safe space. :)

No, I totally understood every word you said, I feel like a lot of people are gonna feel like that. Something I question is why he's always tried to leave his sexuality ambiguous instead of just saying he's straight, but I also understand he maybe just didn't know and didn't want to say something that turns out to be wrong in time.

Also yeah its gonna be hell with those biphobic people coming and telling everyone "[they were] right."

I'm deeply sorry you feel stupid. You aren't, and it's not right for this situation to make you feel like you are.

I'm sorry you're sad too. I hope you find something to laugh and take your mind off this.

#and thank you for saying my blog feels like a safe place. 😊 #asks

[albatris]

Hey, hi, hello. The music associated with ocs thing: nat & quinn please! I'm love them & every rental car related post I've seen. ^^

hello, hi, hey! I'm very very late, but I was in the mood for Tunes today so I come bearing gifts for u

thank you for the ask!! and for the kind words also, I'm so happy you've enjoyed rental car so far :D

nat and quinn were popular choices for this game, which is fine by me because I obviously have a soft spot for these two ahaha. so, there are a few tunes for them I posted a while ages back in response to this game and potentially some more on the way! again, I know I'm late, rip

but for now mmmmmm two tunes for both I think c:

and pls forgive my rambles, I love talking oc music so much

"Mx. Sinister" by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME is a funky little Quinn tune! albeit a distressing one. pretty self-explanatory for an all-round shady bastard. a tune fitting for both an early story Quinn who is. for lack of a better word. Extremely Fucking Sinister. in their hunting down and acquiring of allies and useful people and "friends", as well as an early story Quinn who's in a bit of a love-and-obsession spiral with a particular new ally of theirs c: either way, shifty, ruthless, manipulative, little regard for the other person's opinions on the matter

Oh, you never seem to notice when I follow you home / In the dark of your apartment when you think you're alone / What will it take? What else should I do? / How far must I go to prove that I love you?

whether it's genuine love or just a convenient illusion they spin together to get folks to trust them It's Fuckin Shady As Hell

plus the chorus in general of course

And I'll get you yet / I've got to make you mine / Just know I'm not the sinister type

aaaand next up for Quinn is "The Fox" by North Bloom, which is one that came up on my discover weekly that I immediately yoinked for my playlist

fantastic vibe for a scared Quinn who's starting to slip a little bit

I thought I was always awake / I thought I wouldn't make a mistake / They say I lost hold of the glue / They say that my view is skewed

n particularly this part lmao

But it's hard to get around / When you can't see the ground / Or the path that leads me to / A bond built on something other than bluffing

these are some Quinn vibes if I've ever heard them :( most of their relationships aren't exactly mutual and trusting, the only way Quinn feels safe in their relations to others is if they can maintain the upper hand at all costs, often resorting to manipulation and bluffing and occasionally blackmail. they feel uncomfortable and vulnerable without it. Quinn's approach to relationships is to immediately establish the best way to gain control over the other party and keep that control at all costs, so constantly being paranoid and On Guard and lying through their teeth comes with the territory, n they have very few real friends

n like. oh, sure, Quinn doesn't recognise it at first, but they're SUPER fucking lonely and isolated, like, this song has some good Yearning in it too. they have no fuckin CLUE how to establish a bond built on anything other than, yeah, bluffing and manipulating and whatever in a frantic effort to Keep Control and maintain their image as someone formidable and not to be backstabbed. plus also

Could I have your attention just for a second / I'm trying to tell you that all of this blame and this shame / It is all mine to take, I have so much to say / So I'm trying my best just to do what I can / Without addressing the topic at hand

Quinn Cooper, master of "I'm desperately lonely and scared and isolated and I want to open up to the people I care for but I'm going to sidestep the entire conversation and beat around the bush and never use any specifics because this is fucking terrifying to me"

(genuine connection and real friendship?? no open up and be vulnerable!!! only genuine connection and real friendship!!)

n lastly "chronically dire / reliable liar" is too delightful a Quinn description to skip out on c:

as for Nat tunes!!!!

I have to include the obligatory Super Edgy Nat Tune which is "An Ode To Death" by Birds of Tokyo. honestly this song all round is a fantastic vibe for this poor boy's many, many, MANY ongoing personal crises

Tell me, how far would you go / Would you take the life of another? / Will you be the one to say no? / Forgive and forget when you die, my love

plus of course the repetition throughout the song of "Never will I see the sun again" and "Where were you Monday? / I was not missing, I was dead" are real good too :3 like, oh, perhaps a dash too literal but not technically WRONG. either way they're good lines for a truly sad little miserable vampire lmao

and finally, I was tossing up between two songs here, but I think "Dear Wormwood" by The Oh Hellos is an excellent Nat tune, specifically for the kinda..... ramping up to the climax of the story scenes, where the mystery is mostly solved and all that's left to do is fuck shit up with the Garble

like. the end gets Loud and Passionate but it's still quite a gentle, sad song imo. I have plenty of angry vs. Garble tunes but this one is. just. yeah. yep

I have always known you You have always been there in my mind But now I understand you And I will not be part of your designs

I know who I am now And all that you've made of me I know who you are now And I name you my enemy

like!!!!!! hello. this is just such a great little vibe for a Nat who finally has all the pieces put together and has accepted what he's about to do, intense and determined but not angry, with a newfound self-assuredness and understanding of himself, both in terms of the role he's playing in this whole stupid mess and just like........... himself as a person, what’s at his core, what he wants, what his morals are, the ability to stand firm in his convictions. v good. yep

anyway thank u for coming to my ted talk and also for reading these rambles <3 mwah. goodnight I'm going to bed

#a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #ty for the ask!!!! im love u <3 #first quinn song is. concerning and more than a little stalkery lmao #it's fitting for early quinn!! they don't ever stop being a shady motherfucker but they do become slightly less...... #that. bc nat is basically like ''hey you need to fucking Stop or I'm out lmao <3'' and quinn is like. fine #early quinn is a bastard for sure and a very bad person but the power imbalance evens out REAL quick don't you worry #because of Reasons

[razrbladekiss]

Tyrants | Chapter One - Disclosure

A/N: This was supposed to be a Jax x Fem!OC fanfic, but it took a little turn as I started to write more of it. So, it’ll be Tig x Fem!OC, but Jax does play a very important role in this.

SUMMARY: A sick turn of events sees Isla Telford thrown in at the deep end, battling to govern the sudden pressures of all that her father's club decidedly bestow upon her.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Brief mentions of murder, the guy that got his ass shit is in this one. Jax and Tig get their own warnings, too, for obvious reasons.

The older I get, the more I realize that age doesn't bring wisdom. It only brings weary.

John Teller was always so astute.

His judicious character befell his son, too. Jax had that same perceptive nature as his old man--everyone would comment on that.

To Isla, it was admirable. For Jackson Teller to be a man of such stature--to hold such a reputation--and to remain somewhat level-headed through it all, was only something she could commend.

She'd seen many of her father's friends crumble under the pressure of Samcro, unable to balance the weight of living with the responsibility and commitment to the club, and meet their unfortunate demise--in some not-so extreme cases.

But Jax was different. He'd always been different.

Maybe that wasn't so great, however.

"You're fucking insane, Isla."

"Not insane." She mumbled, sifting through the box of shitty medical supplies that Gemma had left atop the pool table last night.

"Just trying to patch this shit up so Hayes doesn't kick the fucking bucket before Jax gets back here."

Tig snarled. "But it might be infected, and the bullet is still in this dude's ass--"

Isla whipped her head to glare at the man, her eyes wide, forehead slick with sweat--and a little blood, too.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Isla--"

"Tig, with all due respect, unless you're gonna help, please get the fuck outta here."

"That's not gonna suffice," he pointed out, referring to the medical tape, ignoring her scolding.

She wanted to throttle him. Truly, Isla was willing to wrap her crimson-coated fingertips around Tig's neck and squeeze the absolute life out of that man.

"I know." Her lips kneaded together in frustration, watching her father dab an alcohol-infused pad on the wound. "But unless you've got any better ideas, then we're just gonna have to keep reapplying this shit."

"But the infection, Isla."

"But the lack of medical equipment, Tig."

He slapped his palm against the table and glared at her, pointedly. "Why've you gotta be such a bitch all the time, huh?"

"Watch it, Trager." Piqued, Chibs growled.

"I'm not a bitch all the time," she dismissed her father, wiping at her palm with a wet rag. "I'm actually able to control the way I act around other people."

"Oh, fuck you--"

"Christ!"

The Scot's yell was muffled by the cap of his whiskey bottle, his hand pressing against Cameron's skin as the man screamed into the cloth Isla had placed underneath his head.

"God, for fucks sake, both of you just pack it in."

"Chibs--"

"Shut the fuck up. You're a fucking geriatric and you're spending your morning bickering with an almost thirty-year-old. Grow up, Tig."

Despite laughing at his comment, and enjoying the irritation wash over the other man's face, she felt bad.

For riling her father up--who was simply trying to help the innocent Irishman caught in the literal crossfire--she felt fucking awful. Especially because he never seemed to get mad at her all too often.

Tig, though...That was a different story entirely.

"I'm gonna go see if Clay has any more shit lying 'round here." She declared, throwing a damp towel onto the table, backing out of the room.

Her heart was in her throat, stomach in damn knots. Isla wasn't confident that Cameron was going to make it--not with such a deep wound.

And in his ass, too? Jesus. She wasn't confident at all.

Of course, she'd seen men get shot. Her own father, for one. But she hadn't seen somebody have to go so long without actual medical attention.

Chibs was ex-army med, but there was only so much a man could've done with a bottle of liquor, gauze, and a towel.

She was relieved that the bullet hit Cameron and not Clay, though. As sick as it sounded, she was so fucking glad that he'd managed to dodge the line of fire--initially intended for his own skull--and come out completely unscathed.

But for every ounce of relief she'd felt, an even more fervid sense of anger prevailed at the thought of Jax taking so damn long with those medical supplies he'd sought to get last night.

Gemma mentioned something about heading to the hospital--or a friend's house, or something--but Isla wasn't paying any mind to the woman as she, and Chibs, were trying all ways to stop the bleeding coming from Cameron's ass cheek.

It was the most bizarre turn of events she'd ever experienced.

One minute, Isla was sipping on a glass of wine while she eagerly awaited the spirited ping of her tiny microwave oven, ready to spend a rare--though well fucking deserved--night alone.

However, things took a drastic turn when she received a call from Tig--on behalf of a very busy Chibs--casually requesting her assistance because the Mayans had tried to assassinate Clay.

But Tig failed to mention that the man was completely fine.

She'd spent fifteen minutes on the way over mentally preparing herself, wondering what hell she'd walk into when she set foot into the clubhouse. But it was normal--strangely so.

Isla wasn't a professional, she didn't exactly know how to handle such a trauma, but she trusted her father and she just wanted to make sure he had a helping hand.

God knows that Tig wouldn't have been very much use, and Juice was a little nervous--though, he was doing incredibly well throughout the ordeal regardless of his internal apprehension.

"How's it looking?" Gemma threw at Isla, getting to her feet.

"Bloody."

She quickly scanned the room, taking in the uncomfortably sparse bar. It wasn't usually so empty, so quiet.

Clay, Gemma, and Juice. That was it. Not even Piney--not even Epps.

"Is he doing okay?"

It was still early in the day, though. She guessed that they'd pop in once they properly came around.

"He's better than he was last night." The brunette nodded. "Dad is certain the laceration is gonna get infected if we leave it any longer without trying to get the bullet out--"

"You've gotta wait 'til Jax gets back here, Isla, we can't risk Hayes dying on us."

"I know, Clay. He's just fucking tired--he's been up all night. We need a real medic on the scene before something bad happens. It's only a matter of time."

He mumbled something to himself that only Gemma seemed to catch, but Isla didn't particularly give a damn at that point. Like Chibs, she was exhausted.

The tattered and torn plaid shirt she had thrown over a random tank top--now smeared with another man's blood--was wrenched between her fingers as she pulled it off, folding it not-so-neatly.

She hadn't dealt with such a bloody wound in a while. Not since her mother's palm, decorated with shards of glass, was in dire need of stitches and her father was across the country, unable to offer his medical assistance.

"I'll grab one of Jax's shirts for you--"

"No, Gemma, it's okay," she smiled, taking a seat on one of the couches opposite her.

The older woman pinched her eyebrows together skeptically, watching Isla shift. "I insist."

"It's fine." Isla was adamant. "I'm gonna head home as soon as Jax gets back here--if he gets back here--so, really, it's fine."

A minimal amount of already dried blood was spread over her wrists and fingers, and the excess had been rubbed off on her crimson flannel, so she didn't particularly feel bad about making any mess.

Though, she shouldn't have felt bad. Not after she'd been coerced into helping and eventually receiving that shitty reception from Tig.

"Aren't you cold?" She questioned, waiting for Isla to capitulate, but she never did.

The thought of wearing one of Jax's shirts--after it being given to her by his fucking mother--didn't sit right with her for some reason. Plus, she didn't particularly feel like walking out of that building wearing the damn reaper on her back.

She didn't want to flaunt their patch. Not any more than she already had been for the last ten years.

"Where the fuck is he?"

Clay glared at the clock on the wall, realizing they'd been without the Vice President for hours. In an attempt to put him at ease, Gemma ran a hand along his shoulder.

Isla could only watch them--admire, perhaps.

"He told us he was gonna swing by Tara's place for the equipment. But that was last night, man." Juice shrugged, circling the lip of his beer bottle with his thumb.

She felt her throat thicken with a sick sense of trepidation. She hadn't heard that name in years.

"Tara?" She stuttered, feeling Gemma's piercing glare.

The woman hated Jax's first love, though she never said it aloud. Isla knew her perception of her, however, and she'd started to feel the exact same as the years went on.

Bitch.

"Yeah, y'know, Tara Knowles--"

Her heart sank--fuck that, it dove straight to the deep caverns of her chest, throbbing away into nothing. Until she felt completely void of all emotion. Completely fucking numb.

"I know her, Juice." Her response came hastily, snappy. "I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to say that."

He shrugged it off. "It's alright. I wasn't expecting her to be back in town, either. I thought you already knew."

Suddenly uncomfortable, Isla's head shook.

The crow situated at the bottom of her spine began to smolder, blistering away at her skin until she physically flinched.

It was a brilliant idea at the time, getting a matching tattoo with Jax's old lady--the one woman she truly adored and trusted, never once feeling an ounce of malice toward.

Because that was a rare thing for Isla, and she wanted their friendship--and relation to Samcro--to prevail for eternity, she supposed.

But as time went on and Tara decided to distance, and eventually alienate, herself from the club, an ample sense of regret persisted for fucking months.

Isla loathed her ink. She hated the negative connotation of the crow she once lauded, and the mere idea of that thing being slapped above her ass forever churned her stomach.

It wasn't one of her finest moments, she had to admit. But she was young and extremely fucking dumb. She'd bet top dollar that Tara felt the same--if she hadn't gotten the crow covered up already.

"Jesus, Jax, where were you?!"

Her eyes flicked upward, attention on the blonde as he sauntered across the wooden floor of the bar.

She hadn't even noticed his presence until Clay spoke, but she soon started to heed how Jax was trembling a bit with every step that he took.

It wasn't obvious. To most people, the slight shake of his wrist would've gone completely unnoticed. But to Isla--to the most observant woman in Charming--his discomfort was striking.

Jax ignored him, stomping his way toward the back room. His line of sight never satisfied Isla's. It didn't even come close to it, either.

Something had happened. It was obvious that, in the time he had been with Tara, he'd encountered something grizzly enough to chill him to the bone.

Which was saying something, what with the horrific shit that he'd already seen in his time.

"Jax!" Clay yelled, following closely behind him. "Hey, asshole, where the fuck did you put the bag--"

"I've got it."

If she had the option, Isla would've allowed the floor to swallow her fucking whole.

"Tara." Pissed, Gemma acknowledged. "You're here because?"

"I asked her to help, mom."

"But Chibs had it covered. He just needed some actual instruments--"

"Gemma, quit it."

She simply nodded at her son, not wanting to cause another problem that she'd have to fix later--which, honestly, Isla was shocked to see.

"He's in there--"

"I know." Jax cut her short, ushering Tara to the back of the clubhouse--striving to get her into the room before she heeded Isla.

But she did.

The first person she clocked--aside from Clay--was Isla Telford, the woman she had purposely alienated herself from ten fucking years ago.

It wasn't anything that she'd particularly done to Tara, more like the crowd she ran with--and the way her loyalties never seemed to lay very closely to her friends, or anything outside of the club.

Isla wasn't a part of Samcro--she didn't want to be a part of Samcro--but her coalition was strong enough to convince anybody that she was more than merely a daughter of a Sgt. at Arms.

She had been brought up around the Sons--her father's choice, of course--and when her mother passed, she had no choice but to dive a little bit deeper into that world. But, as expected, it was constantly under the watchful eye of her old man.

She was dedicated to them. They were, essentially, family, and she was an honorary member.

"Isla." Jax mumbled, nodding his head toward the entrance of the clubhouse as he closed the back-door. "Outside."

He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of his leather vest, shaking the box as he strived to seem a little less suspicious to Clay and his mother.

The blonde wobbled to her feet--knees weak after hours of standing--while simultaneously pulling her bloodied flannel back onto svelte, freckled arms, recognizing that the chill was to hit her the second she stepped onto the gravel.

Jax was casual while he strutted ahead, taking long strides that Isla found fucking impossible to keep up with.

He pushed the door to close behind her, offering a cigarette that she hastily declined.

"What's she doing here?" Was how she decided to break the silence, her eyes searching for a hint of something written on his face.

But there was nothing. Not an ounce of emotion--scarily so.

"She's fixing Cameron up--"

"Not at the clubhouse, Jax. I meant back in Charming."

He ran a thumb across his lower lip, trying to soften his gaze on Isla, but it was futile. He looked discomposed--unsettled.

"She's uh--she's workin' at the hospital now." She started to nod, waiting for his elaboration. It never came, however.

"Oh, that's nice. I wonder what happened in Chicago...Do you know why she's back here? Or how long she's gonna be staying in town--"

"You sound like my fucking mother--give it a break with the thirty-seven questions about Tara, damnit."

He snarled, heeding the distaste of his words the second she glowered at him.

"Excuse you?"

"I didn't call you out here for a sweet little conversation, Isla, I called you 'cause I need your help--"

"With what?"

Jax's hand hooked onto the back of his neck while he tilted his head to look upward, thinking of a way--any fucking way--to explain just what damn mess he'd found himself entwined with over the course of the last twenty-four hours.

He didn't know what to say or how to say it--if he should've fucking said it. He trusted Isla with his life--always had--but sometimes he appreciated that she mightn't have appreciated finding herself tangled within Jax's boisterous, at times frightening, life.

But it was too late for that. She'd been dragged through the deepest shit and wasn't crumbling that easily.

"Jax--"

"Kohn." He stated simply, waiting for the cogs of her brain to begin turning.

"What about him? You got in trouble with the ATF or something? Because we can handle that--"

"I already did." Jax laughed humorlessly, finally meeting Isla's line of sight.

The skin underneath his eyes was red raw, blotchy and irritated after he had used the sleeve of his hoodie to scrub away the tears he'd shed.

The tears he hadn't wanted to shed, but had fallen freely--uncontrollably--from those cerulean hues Isla never tired of looking at.

"What do you mean by that?" Nervously, she quizzed.

He didn't even have to say anything. She fucking knew. She knew exactly what he meant by that, but there was a tiny morsel of something within her that hoped and prayed that he'd declare that her gut feeling was wrong.

But he couldn't. Because it was right. Like always, Isla's intuition didn't fail her.

"Jax, honey, what did you do--"

"I killed Kohn."

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fandom #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fic #tig trager #tig trager fanfiction #tig trager fic #tig trager x oc #jax teller #jax teller x oc #jax teller fanfiction

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Prompt 16: Crane

"Liiiiiiiiiiiv," Nyra whined the vowel in her twin sister's name until almost no breath was left in her lungs to release the final voiced fricative. The <v> came out more like a sputtered <f> with a dramatic weight to it only there to convince Liv of how heavy her boredom was. Waves of thick, soft, pale blond curls spilled out like a fan against the dark blue rug on the sisters' shared floor, and as Nyra stared up from the floor at Liv sitting at her desk, Liv thought to herself that her twin had turned herself into the perfect portrait. The dark blue rug somehow made every lovely feature of the younger twin that much more captivating: blue eyes bluer, blond curls more striking, fair skin somehow even more radiant.

Leave it to Nyra to make better art out of herself on accident than Liv, a practicing painter, could make on purpose. Fucking typical.

"Nyyyyyyyyyyyy rah," Liv responded mockingly. "If you stay there I'm going to step you."

The younger twin spread her arms and legs out wide, as though making a snow angel on the rug, and stubbornly said, "Go ahead. Do it. At least murdering me would make you do something different than folding all the paper in the house to make stupid birds."

"Cranes aren't stupid," Liv protested, ignoring the actual point of the complaint. "They're actually extremely intelligent. Honestly, most birds are. People always want to rag on them but-"

"No, Liv, stop! If you're gonna kill me do it by stepping on me not by boring me to death! That's torture! Torture is a crime!"

Liv raised an eyebrow and pushed a loose strand of blond hair, darker and less curly than her twin's, behind her ear. "Technically, murder is a crime too soooo…"

"Sooooo," Nyra shot up into a sitting position and pouted her lips at Liv with exasperated restlessness. "I want to go out and do things."

"So go out and do them!"

"Nooooo. With you! I want to take a trip to the city, but Mom won't let me go without you, so come on! What's the point of making 500 of those stupid-- sorry-- very smart birds anyway? You hit 500 and it makes a real bird? Will it be a better sister than you are?"

Liv rolled her eyes. "Probably," she admitted. "It might think you're charming instead of just an obnoxious brat. But no promises. Anyway, it's not 500 birds." She paused to let suspense build and to relish what she knew would be a look of horror on her twin's face when she heard the correction, "...It's 1000."

"Halone's fury! Liv, what the absolute hell!? That's it. Ok. I'll just go put on my best dress, lie in bed, and wait there to die of old age in it while you make 1000 birds. That's fine."

"Great!" Liv chirped happily. "Try not to sigh too much while you're lying there waiting for the Reaper? It's very distracting. I mess up and have to start over when distracted. So it's more like 2000 birds I have to try to make to get 1000 done correctly."

Nyra didn't answer. She just glowered and the room felt darker and colder for it. Liv pretended not to notice and continued folding paper cranes. "Do you want to know why I'm making so many?"

"No." Nyra sulked darkly.

"Great! So, I'm making them because cranes were a symbol of longevity and fortune in some cultures. Nature magic reveres them for it. It's said that if you make a crane for every year of a crane's life-- 1000 so the stories say-- your greatest wish will come true. But you have to make all 1000 or it doesn't work." She folded another and dropped it into a basket by her desk, already overflowing with the origami. "It's all chocobo crap though."

"What is it?" Her twin asked.

"I mean, cranes don't live 1000 years. They live maybe twenty or thir-"

"No. Your wish. What's your wish, Liv?"

Livana put down the paper and looked out the window. The midday sun shone down upon the snow making it glitter like diamonds. The sky it rested in was big, blue, and expansive. Not a cloud in sight. Not one obstacle. "I wish I could fly away," Liv answered. "To anywhere. Somewhere. Just open the window and disappear without a word."

Nyra was silent for a moment, her own gaze following her sister's out the window. In the distance a bird cawwed only to be answered seconds later by another caw-- presumably two corvids working out the details of where to fly away to next.

"Ok," Nyra said gently. "I understand that wish."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." The younger twin grinned. "If I help you we both get our wish granted." She grabbed a chair next to Liv and took a sheet of paper. "You get 1000 stupid-sorry-smart birds in a basket and I get to go to Ishgard with you when it's done. There." She threw paper into the basket. "What is that? Like 812?"

Liv groaned, but couldn't keep the smile from her lips anyway. "It's 789. Same number I was on before you sat there because I don't know what you just threw in the basket but it was not a crane."

"It definitely was. It had all three wings."

"I'm gonna murder you." Liv laughed.

"That's a crime, remember?" Nyra laughed back. "Guards! Guards! Come get my sister before she flies out the window on all three wings!"

"It's two wings to fly," Liv stated. "One wing to smack you with."

"Ah. More torture. More crime. How like you."

"Yep. It's kinda my thing. Give me another sheet of paper."

"Grab it with your third wing, criminal. 790."

"It's still 789. That's still not a crane."

"Aaaaaaugh. You really are killing me here!"

#FFXIVWrite2021 #FFXIVWrite #FFXIV #I didn't have any kind of ending in mind #Pretty sure Liv must have learned to make these cranes from Sibert's ex #I wonder what Sib's ex's wish was...? #This story just kinda goes until suddenly it doesn;t #Just like these tags! #Writings #Liv #Nyra

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What makes me human [Cyberpunk! America x reader] 16

Wordcount: 4, 869 Rating: M for strong language, moderate sexual references, violence, and gore The reader is referred to as she/her. "God knows. Maybe you have a greater purpose to serve. Why else did he make you?" Chapter synopsis: And you never considered yourself trigger-happy. But the shots have been fired. They're dead before you can interrogate them. Allen is eager to convince you it was the right thing to do, but even he can't deny the horrors that will follow. The war rages on. Alfred stays ignorant for the meantime, and you revel in his bliss of it. You share one last peaceful night with him before the fearful unknown.

16 - Nothing breaks like a heart

The reader is referred to as she/her.

An ear-splitting bang echoed in the pool room. Blood and small chunks of flesh landed on the tiled floor in a splat. Tearing his hand away with a shaky gasp, he held the wrist and hunched over to writhe in agony. "Ergh... Fuck!" He spluttered, feeling a violent tremble seize his wounded hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

He lifted his head to glare at you with the utmost betrayal. "What the hell did you do that for?!"

A sizely hole formed in his palm. The exposed flesh was still oozing out blood like a full sponge, dripping onto the ground in generous puddles. A whole section of his bone was missing. And you did it. You shot Alfred. You paled in horror for a few moments, but as he panted before you with tears streaming down his red and enflamed face, it became apparent that your guilt was unfounded.

"What I did that for? You aren't Alfred!" You exasperated, raising the gun shakily to point it between his fearful eyes. "You're a clone!"

A sour flavor was left in your mouth as you spat out the word. His origins were no mystery.

Nobody else could have been responsible or capable of such a heinous crime. To grow an abomination from whatever DNA was left in their lab. You only imagined them to be created for one purpose, and one purpose only. To torment, kill, and replace Alfred. As the thoughts raced through your head, you tightened your finger around the trigger—"Wait, wait! Don't shoot!" He begged, throwing his arms up.

"I know you're freaking out right now, but I have no idea what's going on either!"

Gritting your teeth at his excuse, you were determined to not let it get to you. But it was easier said than done. "Shut up! Don't think for a second you can fool me!" Despite the cutting conviction of your voice, you took on a terrified expression at the thought of shooting him. "I'm gonna do it. You're nothing but a freak of nature! And you'll never... Never..."

As you trailed off, you realized you indeed couldn't pull the trigger.

Not when the barrel was aimed at a face that looked just like Alfred's.

It was contorted with so much fear and despair, pleading silently for you to not hurt him. The fact that he was a spitting image of him made it even harder. How he moved, talked, acted—seeing it chipped away your resolve, leaving you all but paralyzed. The gun was left juddering furiously in your hands in light clacks, holding him hostage at the moment before death.

"Please. Please don't do it." He whispered, bringing his hands down to shield himself. "You gotta help me, (F/N). I don't know how, but I woke up in this body. That's... That's all that happened."

How painfully familiar it sounded.

I woke up in this body.

The similarities were so uncanny, it was cruel. Giving your head a quick shake, your lips quivered as you uttered this.

"You're lying. You're not real."

Creases formed between his brows. "I'm not lying! And I am real! I'll prove it to you, I swear! We went through so much shit together, like uh—" He pointed at you and laughed nervously as he sifted through the scanty archives of his memories. "—I kidnapped you. Ha! See? I know something! That's how we met! And you hated my guts at first."

You swallowed thickly as uncertainty slowly overwhelmed you. If he could remember that, he had to be real, right? No. You had to fend off the feeling. "That's not good enough!" Your finger stayed on the trigger, and the barrel, on him.

He tensed up as panic caught him in a chokehold. "Okay, okay! Well, er..." His heart was pounding harder and harder with every second he failed to say something. "... Oh! Remember the time I nearly got murdered by a cult leader? He had a whole kabuki mask get-up and everything—just like, like Professor Callaghan from Big Hero 6. You know that movie right?"

You sucked in a sharp breath. The title didn't ring any bells, but what he said had you second-guessing yourself. Was he not lying after all? Lowering the gun at that, your motion was slowed by slight hesitance. "... How... How do you know those things?" You asked faintly. "What are you?"

Before he could formulate an answer, footsteps thudded down the hall. Your thoughts came to a complete standstill.

Then, you heard a voice.

"(F/N)!" They shouted. Was it Allen? Your heart sank when you realized you couldn’t tell—it sounded too similar to Alfred. Or were you just imagining things? The sheer amount of panic was too incapacitating that you couldn't think.

So you did the unthinkable.

Raising the gun once more, you fired a shot into his abdomen.

The second you let the bullet fly, you regretted it.

Both your ears rang as the next few moments occurred in silence. And they would unfold in painstakingly slow motion. Dropping the gun to the ground in a soundless clatter, you watched him stumble back a few steps with his eyes popping out of his skull. Blood was spreading around the flaps of his kimono from a new hole in his chest. But the gore couldn't compare to his look of betrayal.

Of a heartbreak so deep, it destroyed you.

"Oh my God..." You raised both hands to your mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed on the ground in a bloody heap. "I just—I just killed—" Tears streamed relentlessly down to your chin as you stood frozen.

"(F/N)! I heard gunshots. What the fuck happened?!" Allen appeared in the doorway. His loud voice derailed your train of thoughts, forcing you to turn to the man. When you did, your heart clenched at the realization you made a mistake. It wasn't him. Alfred was never down the hall, and you panicked.

He never even had a chance to explain himself.

When Allen caught sight of the corpse by your feet, he dug his hands through his hair. Terror ran deep in his expression as he processed what he was seeing. "Shit, (F/N)." His nose scrunched up in shock. Never did he imagine the day would come where you would take someone's life. At least, not so soon.

But it arrived as an unwelcome surprise, unexpected and uninvited. "Did you kill that guy?"

You nodded profusely as a sob racked your body.

He scrambled over and shielded you from the grotesque scene. "Hey, hey, hey! Don’t feel bad! I’ve killed loads of people too, so welcome to the club!" The man rambled frantically, rubbing away your tears with his fingers. But who was he to tell you these things when he felt his own tears come?

"I’m sure he deserved it, and you were just protecting yourself, so don’t worry!" Allen forced a wide, manic smile.

His efforts to console you were in vain as you cried even harder. Pulling you into his chest, he rested his chin on your head that trembled to your coughs. "I'm so sorry..." Allen screwed his eyes shut and squeezed you tighter. "... I’m sorry I left you by yourself. This is my fault, not yours. It's my fault."

The string of apologies he spewed out was on your behalf, but he meant them with every fiber of his being. He had failed to protect the single most valuable thing to him.

And the blatant lie he forced you to accept was the last resort to preserve it. But it was time that stopped. "No, I killed him." You asserted shakily. He had nothing to do with this, and his eagerness to shoulder the blame only rubbed more salt into the wound. If you let him have his way, you would never live it down.

Without removing yourself from the hug, you pointed at the motionless body with your head turned away. "Look at him. I could never lie."

Allen lingered his gaze on you before obliging, albeit reluctantly. Nearing the corpse cautiously, he kicked its chest to roll it over. It revealed the dead man’s face in all its glory. Alfred’s face.

"..."

What the fuck.

When he thought he couldn’t be any more disgusted by the tyranny of technology, he was proved wrong yet again. This was clearly your father’s doing. And it was a declaration of war. But perhaps, it was just the continuation of the one that never ended.

Arthur was completely shit-faced downstairs. Slamming his beer mug down on the counter after he downed the whole thing, he gasped.

"Bwah! That hits the spot." His cheeks and ears were redder than a tomato, a stark contrast to his companion who was stone-cold sober.

Alfred raised a brow. "Sure looks like it. Dude, you gotta lay off the booze. You’re gonna regret it first thing tomorrow." Once he sighed that out, he rested his cheek on his hand. Then, he glowered at the hallway where you and Allen disappeared to.

"How long does it take to piss? They’ve been gone for ages. Twenty minutes? Thirty minutes? I don’t fucking know," The mechanic let out a low chuckle and slapped him on the back. The force made his torso bounce, much to his annoyance. "What’s your deal?"

The other hummed mischievously. "I was just thinking about what you said." Arthur squinted almost suggestively, causing Alfred to do the same, but only out of being appalled. "Maybe... Maybe they aren’t pissing. Since they’re gone for so long at the bathrooms at that—so maybe, urgh... They’re doing the nasty together." The Brit practically howled with laughter, having figured he was probably right.

It was a plausible assumption. As he humored the suggestion Alfred heated up more severely than his intoxicated friend. You having sex with Allen? His chest whirred and nostrils flared. He'd never been this enraged before, but behind the mask of anger was a deep hurt and toxic kind of jealousy.

"Shut up! You’re drunk and slurring your words. You have no idea what you’re talking about."

Arthur snorted. "Sorry to break it to you, brother. But the only time I’m this honest is when I’m drunk, so."

Alfred’s eyes went round. Without a moment’s hesitation, he shot out of his stool and made a beeline to the hall. Before he could make it far, he bumped right into the very subjects of his conversation. Much to his relief, they were in no state that indicated they did anything sexual by nature; you were in his arms and fast asleep. Not that he was happy about it. "Woah. She's out like a light."

"Yeah, so keep your voice down." The other grumbled, bouncing you lightly. "I think it's about time we head home. How drunk is he?"

The blonde blinked. He wasn't expecting him to catch on so quickly. "Off his ass. He's red as."

Allen clicked his tongue and brushed past him. "Called it." Alfred would have dismissed it as something he always did. But since he was carrying you, it made him feel like an extra. So when the man walked off, he followed with a scowl. "Can you get a cab? I'm gonna sit in the corner for a bit."

And sit in the corner he did, laying your body across his lap so you could rest. Alfred narrowed his eyes into a dark glare, lingering on the sight as the club music pounded away in his ears. And he told him to keep his voice down? "Yeah, I'll call you a damn cab."

You pretended to be asleep the whole ride back to Arthur's. It was easy with Allen's shoulder at a perfect height for your face to bury in. For half an hour, you were stuck in that position. There, you listened to the symphony of a trip home from the club: the automated voice of the taxi A.I and the drunken warbles of an intoxicated friend. Without seeing it, you could feel Alfred watching you for the whole duration of the ordeal.

Fortunately, you could escape any interaction with him as Allen carried you to the bathroom upon arriving.

"Oi, where are you taking her?"

The redhead kicked the door open. "What does it look like?"

"Shouldn't you wake her up, at least?"

"Yeah, yeah. Quit breathing down my neck, already."

"Dude—"

The door locked. Setting you down on your feet, you held onto his arms to regain your balance. Once you did, you glanced up at him with the utmost panic. "I can't face him." Digging two hands through your hair, you let out a shaky gasp—"Oh my god, I don't know what to do! I shot him, Allen. I fucking shot him! What's he gonna think of me when he finds out?"

He sighed and gripped your shoulders firmly. With his brows furrowed in a stern expression, he corrected you. "You didn't shoot him. You shot another version of him." Allen couldn't stress that enough. But there were many things he needed to shed a light on in this emergency bathroom meeting. "And it was kinda my fault that happened. If I was there, I woulda' shot him for you."

"That's not the point, here! And it's never gonna be your fault. It's mine, and mine alone. End of story." You swiped a hand across his face for emphasis. While he groaned in dismay, a brief pause followed as you regained your breath.

At least an hour had passed, but you still couldn't wrap your head around it.

"I can't believe I did that. I don't even know how I could! I panicked. I thought Alfred was coming down the hall, but—"

"—but it was me. Doll-" Allen exasperated, dragging out the pet name. "-you can't blame yourself for what you did. Shit happens. And who says what you did was wrong, huh? You probably just saved us all from a bloodbath. And you know that!" Rocking you gently back and forth to shake some sense into you, he leaned in to peer into your wide eyes staring into space.

"That's why you shot him. You did the right thing."

As he blurted that out, the memory replayed in your head again and again like a broken record. Intrusive thoughts were a bitch. And there was one particular detail of the event that you would never forget. "Was it the right thing to do, though?" You murmured, lowering your doubtful gaze to the tiled floor. The betrayal in his eyes was so genuine, you came to regret everything you've done.

"What if he was real like he said?"

You were asking some hard-hitting questions, that was for sure. Everything else was shrouded in a fog of uncertainty.

"Well, it wouldn't matter if he was real. Cuz' he's dead."

Allen's expression morphed into a dark glower.

"But if he was still alive, there'd be two of him, and not for long. They'd kill each other, for sure. I mean, if I found out there was a second-rate version of me farting around out there, I'd kill that poser for sport. Hunt him down like game." Lifting up your chin so you'd look at him, he flashed a grin.

"So don't feel bad. You killed him and saved Alfred the trouble."

Softening your gaze at that, you pulled him into another hug. Allen was always amazing at comforting you in the direst of situations.

"... Maybe you're right."

He chuckled and patted your back. "I'm always right."

But there was still one concern he could never address.

If your father made a clone of Alfred, a real and legitimate copy, there was no saying he could make another. Hell, you even expected him to. He could keep churning him out so long as he had his DNA. The only way to end this threat was quick to cross your mind, but you didn't want to think about it.

You would have to kill your father.

Allen figured. But today suffered enough bloodshed.

Before he left the bathroom for you to use, he held onto your cheek.

Flickering his striking scarlet eyes over your troubled expression, he caught you in a quiet gaze. You could easily translate the untold fondness he watched you with. We can still run away together.

He pulled away slowly, reluctantly. Then, the door closed behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts. It never crossed your mind the first time he brought it up earlier tonight, but you finally understood what he really meant by running away. Allen wanted to share his life with you. Heat flurried in your chest as you considered the idea.

Tears threatened to return once you realized how much you wanted to do it, just not with him. The desire was there, but it happened to be stronger for someone else.

Alfred had been waiting outside with his back against the wall, arms crossed with a frown. It only deepened when Allen walked out.

"What're you lookin' at?" The redhead mumbled.

"... Nothing. Just wondering why you two spend so much time in the bathroom together." Alfred pointed out, glancing down at the cigarette between his fingers. He would have been jumping for joy if it weren't for wanting to look serious. "What were you doing with her in the penthouse?"

The other felt a spell of irritation hit him. It was always jealousy with this one, wasn't it? But he couldn't be a hypocrite. "None a'ya business, bub." He hummed, slotting the cancer stick in between his teeth. A sly smirk widened his lips as he saw the blonde tense up. "You saw how tired she was. So don't even think about it."

Don't even think about it, he'd said. How come everything coming out of his mouth sounded like a euphemism for sex? Don't keep her up with stupid conversations would've sounded better. Alfred huffed and stormed back to the guest room. Or was it just his mind that was in the gutter? He blamed Arthur for even bringing it up.

Hanging his clothes on a chair, he curled up under the covers. His chest was whirring again, and the discomfort was akin to something you've gone through before. Separation anxiety. When you did show up ten minutes later, he rolled over to the door to watch your form. Hearing the fabric shuffle in your direction made your heart skip in panic.

He was awake.

"Arthur's puking his guts out, so if you hear coughing, it's him."

Hopefully, some light-hearted banter could keep you from acting up. But that was easier said than done.

The blanket lifted briefly so you could get under it. Once you got comfortable, he didn't hesitate to pull you in by the waist to spoon you. Ever since he saw you sleep in the club, and on Allen no less, he'd been dying to do this. "... I tried telling him." He murmured into your ear. "But I've slept through worse. You flop and roll a lot."

The feeling of his breath on your neck and the sound of his husky voice made your heart ache. Every night was spent like this, warm and snug in his arms, but tonight was different. Inside, you were still agonizing over what you had done to him, even if it wasn't exactly him. So to feel his chest rise against your back, then his legs rub against yours, you just couldn't take it—it was all too much.

Rolling over to him, you caught his neck in your arms and pulled it down for a tight squeeze. What you uttered next captured your deepest and most inexplicable desire. To truly be alone with him.

"I can't take it here anymore." You muttered furiously, hugging him around his neck to start crushing him.

He let out a shaky breath at the sudden pressure.

"Hey, hey, calm down. What's wrong?"

"I can't calm down. I need to talk to you. Alone." Sitting up at that, you pulled him along. It came especially easy as he stood up, eager to understand your spontaneity. "And in someplace that's not here. There's just... Too many people. Four is too many."

Alfred lit up, but his growing smile did his emotions no justice. He was ecstatic. Things were always simpler when it was just the two of you. Maybe you were finally getting sick of these cramped living conditions, the scrutiny. At least, he knew he was. So it was almost as if you read his mind. "Okaay. Are we going on a midnight adventure?" He piped.

But then again, you always seemed to be walking on the same wavelength as him.

He followed you around the room like a puppy as you collected some things—your jacket, then Alfred's phone to shoot Allen a text. We're off to the nearest no-tell motel to talk. We'll be back in the morning. Setting the device onto the desk, you threw him his belongings. His gun and trusty coil of tools. Catching them wordlessly, he shot you a quizzical look. "Well, aren't you mysterious? Where are we going?"

Little did he know, your decision to leave the house for the night had only so much to do with random selfish impulses. From the outside, it looked exactly like that. Up and going without a care in the world, without care for Allen, and becoming unreachable for the next several hours. But after what happened, you just needed time to recalibrate.

"Where we always used to go." You threw your jacket on. Dragging him out into the hall, he caught a brief glimpse of Arthur passed out over the toilet before he found himself in the garage.

Handing him his key, you opened the car door next to the driver's seat. "We have to be quick before Allen tries to stop us."

The said man was sitting on the roof when he heard the rumbling of the garage door. Immediately after the sound stopped, a car sped out of it with an aggressive vroom and disappeared into the night. Narrowing his eyes at the rear window, he stood up and tossed his cigarette over the edge. Where the hell were you going this late at night? And with Alfred, no less?

He could feel hot jealousy prick him all over again. But it was warped with a harrowing kind of sadness. No matter what he did or what he said, he couldn't seem to get in between you two. Allen sat back down and lit up another cigarette. Giving that a few puffs, he surrounded his head in a cloud of grey smoke. Maybe he did know you for too long.

For eight years, he'd been a brotherly figure in your life. Now, he was afraid that was all he was ever going to be.

~~~

Parking the car in the courtyard after the most thrilling joyride, you pulled Alfred into the reception to book a room. Given his inhumane strength, your efforts to drag him down the hall were to no avail. Peering down at you with a warm smile, his face contorted with an amused look as you tugged at his arm as hard as you could. "Easy there, tiger. This is a motel, not a five-star hotel."

Between two walls littered with cracks was a dimly lit interior. Everything smelt like vomit, piss, and alcohol to boot, and yet, you were bounding beside him in excitement. "I know! But doesn't this feel nostalgic? We lived in these places for ages." You exasperated, scanning a keycard to unlock the door.

Alfred didn't think he was a sentimental person, but hearing you reminisce the past so fondly was enough to change his smile into a bittersweet one. "I guess." He couldn’t remember everything like you, but for now, he could pretend he did. "Motels are economic and discrete, so where was a better place to go?"

Once you both got inside, he felt your hand let go of his. For a moment, he felt just the smallest dash of loneliness—it was the emptiness of not feeling you somewhere where you should have been. Fortunately, it faded when you gleamed at him while you explored the room with child-like curiosity.

"I think I did a pretty good job at converting you." Alfred mused.

You flopped onto the bed to lie on your back. "Converting me to what?"

The mattress dipped to your right, so you rolled over to face him. "To a commoner. Or maybe something lower than that." He grinned devilishly. And for that comment, he would earn a strong shove on his chest. Despite nearly falling off the edge, he merely scooted back in. "I've never seen someone this happy staying in a dump like this."

"Don't give yourself too much credit. I just miss it." Pausing briefly at that, a small smile spread to your lips when you saw his, wide and as endearing as ever. If there was one thing you wanted to see before you died, it was this. Alfred's warm smile. As you lingered on the thought, you realized you were completely smitten with him.

But most importantly, at peace.

This was exactly why you even dragged him here in the first place. For some quality alone time, backtracking, and a good, long talk without interruptions. "I'd know all about dumps." You murmured, reaching out to play with a lock of his sandy blonde hair. "Zao and I tend to find our best friends in them."

He chuckled airily. "Is this me?"

"... Well, sure. But I was talking about Allen."

Things got dark pretty fast.

You both laughed it off. He didn't have great memories of motels, but laying here with you reminded him of what you said about them. A lot of good things happened in these tiny rooms, apparently. And they were what you two talked about until three AM in the morning, standing together out on the balcony. From here, the heart of the city could be seen, from the aerial roads of spinners in the distance to the endless hills of skyscrapers and blinking lights.

"I was thinking," Alfred murmured quietly, turning his head to you. The right side of his face reflected the glow of the city. But it couldn't quite compare to the hope that lit up his eyes, as subtle as it was. "Is everything finally over?"

You turned to him, gaze softened. For just tonight, you would let him bask in his ignorance. And yourself, in his hold. "Not yet." You whispered. The feeling of his hand on your waist was a feeling you could get used to. Reaching out to his other one on the railing, you guided it to your side so he could hold you properly.

Alfred squeezed you eagerly, pressing closer to your body.

Taking his face into your hands, you gave him one last gesture of untold affection. It was a culmination of raw emotion free from your own better judgment. A means to communicate without talking.

You pressed your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

At that very space in time, a singular thought occurred to both of you—I wish this moment would last forever.

"But we'll make it... Just like we always do."

|

What would you do if I killed you?

Nothing, because I'd be dead.

What if you survived? Or left behind a soul?

Then I'll come back and find you.

|

The club was still pounding away, much like the headache in his skull. Sucking in a sharp breath, he suffered the worst wake-up call in his short life—he was still bleeding, and in terrible pain. He shakily felt around his wound while hyperventilating on the ground. How he hadn't kicked the bucket yet was beyond him.

"Get your ass up already. I know you're not dead." A man growled in disdain, giving the body on the ground a light kick.

"Gh—!" He let out a pained gasp and clung onto the ground for dear life. It had been years since he felt this alive—ironically, it was when he was inches away from death.

His perpetrator had their dark eyes fixated on him like a stain on the floor. Their pupils were as red as the blood his victim bathed in. But they always had a strong stomach for gore. "What am I gonna say when the owner finds out I'm the reason you even got in here? You're bleeding into the pool." They murmured, raising his leg to keep tormenting the other like a new hobby.

With a few more kicks, the body rolled onto its back.

"Ugh... Fuck... How am I not dead?" He coughed in agony.

The other shrugged, flicking their ponytail over their shoulder. "God knows. Maybe you have a greater purpose to serve." As cryptic as that sounded, it was nothing but the truth. He had more to his life than dying in a nightclub. Dying could be a part of it, but this couldn't be the location to do it, nor could it be by your hand—the closest kin to his creator.

"Why else did he make you?"

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[closedmadness]

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄

summary: the ultimate mean boy in riverdale high is you. everyone knew that. there was just a cold, tall walls around you that is hard to break down. however, sweet pea decides to climb it up instead

pairings: sweet pea x male reader

warnings → reader is an asshole (slightly)・swearing ・slight violence・physical abuse・shitty parents・homophobic slur・a tiny bit of fluff

a/n: There will be a part 2!

Sweet Pea watched you smoke on the bleachers, alone and glaring at everyone who dares look at your way. You were clearly not a people person from how you act around.

“Who’s that?” Sweet Pea asked, nudging Jughead with his elbow and pointing at your direction discreetly.

The corefour, Toni, Cheryl and Fangs stops whatever they were doing to look at where he pointed and after seeing you, the corefour instantly looked away. “Why? Why do you ask?” Jughead asked, seemingly scared.

Sweet Pea furrowed his brows; all of the corefour seemed scared of you. “Just curious.” He replied.

“His name is (Y/n) (L/n).” Cheryl answered for everyone. “He's the worst type of boy in this school.” She added with a distaste look.

Archie was next to chime in, “He curses at anyone who looks at his way, beats up anyone who mess with him and hates everybody.” His explanation was pretty accurate and the corefour plus Cheryl nodded in agreement, their fear plastered their expression.

“Even Cheryl can't stand up to him.” Veronica comments, earning a glare from the red head, but she didn't deny it.

“The only idiot who stand up to him is Reggie. He kinda have a death wish.” Betty shrugged.

Sweet Pea turned back to look at you and sees that Reggie was now in front of you, obviously provoking you and trying to get a rise out of you. Everyone watched anxiously as Reggie, alone, kept poking your chest with his finger. Though, in Sweet Pea's eyes, Reggie was failing to get a rise out of you as you just sat there on the bleachers looking at him uninterested, blowing out smokes.

They could make out what Reggie was telling you; calling you names, saying you don't belong anywhere, that you deserve to die for being such a jerk. However, you remained unfazed, as if you were used to being called and said to like that. A sigh left your lips as you dropped the cigarette and stepped on it, standing up from the bleachers. Reggie smirked, about to make an snarky comment, but a fist colliding with his face prevents him and he was knocked to the ground. Everyone's eyes widened as you hovered above him, stepping on his hands and errupting a painful yell from him.

“You don't really learn, do you?” Your low and dark voice send a shiver down Sweet Pea's spine. “I told you many times to stay the fuck away from me.” You spat harshly, before raising your clenched fist and punching Reggie in the face with full force.

Everyone panicked as you punched him repeatedly, trying to find a way to stop the fight but failing miserably. No one can stop you, not even Weatherbee, and if you continued punching Reggie he might not live. A loud crack was heard, possibly from Reggie's nose.

Sweet Pea watched the way you punched Reggie — he somehow recognized rage in the way you did, like there was something else you've been going through and you're just letting it out on the Bulldog, switching your hands once in a while when the other hurt too much punching his face. Reggie attempted to push you off of him and he pushed your stomach, and it was just a glimpse but Sweet Pea saw the way pain appeared on your face, before you turned back to repeatedly punching Reggie.

“Stop! Mr. (L/n)! Enough!” Weatherbee yelled, rushing over, but not getting close to you completely.

You looked up from Reggie to him, rage radiating off of you, before it slowly disappeared and was replaced with an annoyed look. You clicked your tongue and got off of Reggie, kicking him on his stomach in the process. Your fist was busted open and bloody, but you didn't care as you grabbed your bag and walked off without turning back.

Sweet Pea stood up from his seat, alarming his friends. “Woah, woah, where are you going?” Jughead asked, stopping him by grabbing his arm.

“To aid (Y/n).” He responded, shrugging casually.

They looked at him as if he was crazy. “Are you crazy? You'll only get a punch in return for trying to help him.” Archie said as he shakes his head.

Sweet Pea smirked, “What a challenge.” Before walking off to follow after you.

The corefour and Cheryl turned to the two serpents, giving them a look. Fangs shrugged, “He likes challenges.”

“It's his fault if he ended up having a blackeye and a bruised lip.” Toni added, earning a nod of agreement from Fangs. They continued to talk all the while the corefour worried about the boy’s safety.

Sweet Pea saw you sitting by the wall in the hallway, clenching and unclenching your fist. Your knuckles were bloody, busted open by the force of punching Reggie in the face. “Stop doing that.” He said, crouching down in front of you, first aid kit in his hands.

You glared at him, “Get the fuck away from me.” Venom can be heard from your tone, but Sweet Pea didn't flinch even a bit. He knew it was coming, seeing as you always did it to everyone.

He ignored your words and stared at your busted open knuckles. “If you keep doing that, it'll get worst.” He scolded, making you roll your eyes.

“What do you want?” You snapped, furrowing your brows in irritation and glaring at him.

“Can't you see what I want?” He retorted, holding out the first aid kit and showing it to you. You rolled your eyes, turning your head away from him and avoiding eye contact. “Let me take a look at it.” He said and grabbed your right hand gently.

You flinched at first, not feeling used to someone being gentle, but didn't smack his hands away. He started working quietly, treating your bloody knuckles as you clenched your jaw and prevented yourself from hissing in pain at the sting.

The way he held your hand as he treated it was so gentle, you could almost hear his thoughts of not wanting it to hurt you too much. There was care and gentleness in his movement; something that you've never experienced before from anyone, ever since the day your mother left you to deal with your alcoholic father. The thought made you so bitter and couldn't help but bite your tongue.

After wrapping a bondage around your right hand, Sweet Pea moved to treat the other hand, his move as gentle and caring as before. Your eyes fell back on him, studying him closely — he was the first one to approach you without getting scared. He was also the first one to show you kindness. You didn't understand why he was being nice to you. Certainly his friends warned him about you, based on how it looked earlier after you caught him pointing at you discreetly. His friends looked scared when they were explaining who you were, and you wondered why this guy didn't find you intimidating or scary.

Instead, he went on helping you treat your busted knuckles. You don't know how to react to it.

“Okay, it's done.” He said, holding both of your hands and looking at it rather proudly.

You looked down on your hands. The bondage aren't wrapped neatly like how the nurses do it, but it was proper enough to cover your wound. There was some sort of signs that he seemed used to treating other's wounds, then you realized he was a serpent. He's probably used to treating wounds from fighting with people.

“Yeah, you’re done. Now, get the hell away from me.” You said, looking at him.

He chuckled, “Are you this always rude?” You rolled your eyes and turned your head away, deciding to just ignore him until he stops bothering you.

You knew he was gonna leave anyway; his kindness won't last long. He'll leave you eventually. Even if you became friends with him, he'll end up being like your mother. He'll end up leaving you, and you'll be alone again. That's a big no-no — being attached to someone and suddenly be left alone is the worst feeling ever.

Even though you were thankful at him for showing you kindness, you had no plan of getting to know him.

“I'm Sweet Pea.” He introduced despite having noticed of your plan to ignore him. “Just thought I'd let you know.” He said before standing up and walking away, deciding he'd bother you tomorrow again.

There was just something in you that he wanted to solve — maybe, he wants to help you in whatever you were going through. So he decided, it was best to climb up a wall that cannot be break down.

You got home from school, immediately noticing the intense smell of alcohol reeking all over the house. Your lips turned downward into a frown, movement becoming cautious as you entered the living room. You met with beer bottles scattering around the floor and the whole living room being a mess, your father sitting on the couch seemingly drunk.

His kind of drunk was the worst.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He said, narrowing his eyes accusingly.

You rolled your eyes, dropping your bag on the floor as starting to pick up the bottles. “School. Where else would I be?”

“Stop lying to me, (Y/n). I know you went to a guy's house. A fag like you can't keep your dick in your pants.” He spat with venom filled tone. “Your mother was a whore, a disgrace! I'm not surprised you grew up to be like her.”

“Well, at least she was trying to provide money for us even when it was through prostitution, unlike you who's still jobless at this age.” You retorted, a thing that you regretted instantly.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Your father was up in a second, smacking your hand harshly causing the beer bottle you were holding to smash on the floor. You didn't say anything and just glared at him, in a defense stance and stepping backwards. It happened so quickly; within a second your father picked up a piece of shattered beer bottle from the floor and slashed your arm with it, and you stumbled back in shock.

Your butt hit the floor as your hand fly up to hold your arm that was slashed by him, pain instantly filling up your body. He was standing in front of your within a second, holding the bloody piece of beer bottle, glaring down at you. “I- I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I- I didn't mean to talk to you like that.” You stuttered, apologizing, fear eating you up from the inside.

“You'll be sorry once I teach you a lesson.” He said angrily through gritted teeth, before hovering above you and digging the piece of beer bottle on your stomach, a pain filled scream escaping your mouth.

This abuse continued on for a while, his fist colliding with every part of your body as you cried and screamed, begging for him to stop. Your stomach hurts from getting slashed by the piece of beer bottle and him punching it only made the pain increase more.

By the time he was done with you, you were covered in bruises and cuts, your lips busted open, with a blackeye, a bruise forming on your cheek. Every inch of your body hurt as you stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering what your life would be if he wasn't your father. If you had a decent family. Maybe, you wouldn't have been harsh and mean to everyone.

You were just a scared little boy hiding behind the cold, harsh, mean mask. Scared of your father's constant abuse, scared of getting attached to someone and being left alone like how your mother left you, scared of letting anyone in. You were scared of everything. You didn't want people to think you're weak, so you act all tough.

You just didn't want to be left alone, and that's why you always told everyone to fuck off.

Then, your mind wanders off to Sweet Pea. How he showed you kindness, how he wasn't scared of you, how he treated your wound so gently and caringly, and thought that if he was with you right now, he would probably have treated your wound.

You felt warmth in him.

A sudden exhaution took you over after remembering him and you closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep, not even bothering to go back to your room.

You thought of being all alone tomorrow again, unaware that Sweet Pea had no plan to stay away from you.

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[bbyhaikyuu]

Captains as Older Brothers || Headcanons

Ushijima Wakatoshi || Kuroo Tetsurou || Oikawa Tooru || Sawamura Daichi || Bokuto Kotaro

Warnings: Just some swear words here and there. gn!reader.

I actually have two brothers, one older and one younger. So this one is probably influenced by my experiences

M.List || Requests

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Everyone is surprised that you're his younger sibling?? I mean, you're a ball of sunshine and Wakatoshi is... Wakatoshi.

What they didn't know is that precisely because of your older brother, you were able to become the person you are today.

He was the one who kept you distracted while your parents fought. The one who shouldered everything just to let you have a normal childhood. And the one who demanded that both of you should always be together. He practically raised you in a way.

The type of brother who rarely bickers and just lets you win? He mature like that.

The dorm rooms for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd years are separated but you visit each other frequently, be it for homework, movie nights, or just plain gossiping ya'know?

Tendou naturally became your brother too. The best one to talk about the manga and animes because all your brother does is read the advertisements on jump.

Occasionally treats you with food whenever you do good at exams.

Found out about the love letters you've been getting. Rejects them for you lmaoooo.

Probably because you've told him about the person you kinda like. You can't really tell your mom about these stuff because when you were a kid and told her about liking someone, you just got a long ass lecture.

Wingman Wakatoshi nii-san? Hell yeah. Although he can just threaten them and everything will work out.

Best head pats. It's a fact.

Originally was against the idea of letting you play volleyball. But after seeing how passionate you were he just went— ah, fuck it

You still were far from matching his strength in spiking, but it doesn't mean you're not good at it. (you're the best according to nii-san. Don't tell Goshiki)

Has the softest smile when you're around. His team is actually dumbstruck seeing him that way.

Practically has the whole volleyball team looking after you.

Kuroo Tetsurou

The type of older brother that basically imparts all his knowledge unto you.

I have always been this kind

Yeah but loves to annoy the shit out of you. You're just lying on your bed? Mf will suffocate you with his body. But he can tell when you aren't really in the mood to play around anymore.

You and Kenma always occasionally make fun of him. Or give him the stink eye. Depends on what shit he said.

Oh yeah remember the way he taught Tsukki about blocking? He likes to be straightforward with his words and criticism.

Midnight drives and food trip. It's like a monthly bonding thing you guys have. Might also turn into a driving lesson.

Also drives for you when you go out with friends. Fetches you when it's already late at night because he doesn't trust public transport that much.

Usually let's you experience and learn some things on your own. But steps in once it feels like it's too dangerous or if he feels like you can't handle the aftermath.

He wants to be considered as the best older brother. Kinda regrets letting you meet the rest of his team. They all baby you and even Lev's older sister loves you.

Getting bullied? Try to hide it from him? No chance, he got eyes and ears everywhere. He's ready to throw hands. Even the rest of the volleyball team got their fists ready.

Brings you along whenever he comes over at Kenma's house because you and Kenma seem to get along more than him.

Might have tried to set you and Kenma up. He failed.

You and Kenma decided to ignore him for like a week. Profusely apologized after 3 days and swore he won't do it ever again.

Has a quote that goes "It's the older brother's job to annoy his younger sibling."

Honestly a good brother 11/10. Would bring a speaker and food into your room just to cheer you up. Makes fun of you after when he knows that you're over it.

Oikawa Tooru

CONSTANT FIGHTS

Either verbal or physical. This bitch won't back down.

You both lost count of how your mother threatened to handcuff you both on a pole for a whole day.

But don't be fooled. He brought out the best of his team. He can do that to you too.

Likes to give you shitty nicknames. One of his fangirls thought it would be a good idea to call you that and Oikawa overheard it. "Who do you think you are to use that nickname? " istg that girl ran away like lightning. Sonic could never.

Honestly you just fight everywhere. Iwaizumi either stops you both or joins you in bullying shittykawa.

You know that thing where you just stand in the doorway of his bedroom and like, stare at him for a good minute and leave without closing the door? Yeah he hates that.

Honestly when he's feeling down, he just goes to your room, flop down on your bed, and talk his heart out. He thinks you're just scrolling through your phone and not listening to his rambles, but thats not the case. You rarely give out advices because you know that he just wants to lift the burden off his shoulders when he talks about his thoughts.

You rarely play volleyball, but will play with him just to make him feel better.

Being Oikawa's sibling means you're crazy good even if you rarely play. People are confused.

100% helped you during your first heartbreak.

Will probably break down your door just because he wants to try a tiktok trend with you.

When the fight gets a little out of hand. Neither of you says sorry. Just pop your head into the bedroom and ask him if he wants to eat. That always solves the problem.

Never says it but he is extremely proud of his sibling. Secretly boasts about you to your teammates.

School heartthrobs. You don't really care though unlike your hoe of a brother.

Asks you to come along with him to do his practices. Never lets you go home alone

Tries really hard to be the best older brother. Of course you love him.

Sawamura Daichi

Play fighting. A lot of play fighting. Either through volleyball or wrestling.

He knows he's stronger than you so he usually tries to match his strength with yours.

Will not hesitate to put you in a headlock if you keep being an ass.

Does a pretty good job of keeping you down. I mean, he is scary when he's mad. A look or a smile can make you shut up already.

Knows when something is bugging you. Will not hesitate to ask you about it so that he can help you resolve it as fast as possible.

The type to give you a piggy back ride if you still felt like shit.

Actually asked Chikara to make sure Tanaka and Noya limit their interaction with you because he knows that those two are up to no good. After quite some time and persuading, he finally trusts them enough to be around you.

Pranks. A lot of pranks. Daichi has boomer tendencies so he probably won't know about the latest trends. Sugawara is very supportive of your plans too.

One time you almost got hit by a stray ball. He ran faster than Hinata.

Doesn't say it but he gets jealous when you hug Asahi. Who couldn't resist hugging that teddy bear?

Will ruffle your hair whenever you did something great. You kinda got accustomed to it.

Actual fights never really happen? You retort once or twice but that's pretty much it.

Knows how to cook and bake. With you being his personal critique. He bakes your favorites every Sunday.

Knows when to bother you and when not to.

Older brother instincts is one of the best of the best.

Bokuto Koutarou

A f f e c t i o n. Lots and lots of it.

Will hug you out of the blue. Or throw you out somewhere, depends on his mood. You don't mind though.

You are a perfect balance between Bokuto and Akaashi's personality. Like their love child.

You don't really have an emo mode though, just a really strong aura that can match your brother's. Akaashi was thankful because he didn't want to take care of two Bokutos. His system can't handle it.

Bokuto emo mode? Call him nii-chan along with some compliments, that'll do. That's why you're always needed when they have a game. And when you can't come, a quick call from you is usually the team's plan B.

Usually takes you to his practices if you have nothing else to do. Will probably or maybe already has taught you everything he knows.

Tried to smuggle you with him during his summer training camp. He got caught by Akaashi and got lectured by your mom.

Travelling is normal for him because of volleyball. Expect a lot of souvenirs and gifts. He spoiled you so much and he doesn't even realize it. You don't take it for granted though.

You fought once. That was it. He went on full emo mode. You never try to bicker with him again.

The type to send you snaps and tiktoks of the most random things. Even at three in the morning. Not that you're asleep (Don't tell mom.)

Will try to smuggle you again. You woke up to him trying to stuff you in a suitcase.

Will give you infinite amounts of piggy back rides despite your age.

Kuroo and Hinata knows about you because he just doesn't stop talking about his precious sibling.

Feeling down? Expect Bokuto to go into nii-chan mode. Will not hesitate to slap a bitch. Or take you to explore the city and buy you food and stuff. Remember the way of the ace T-shirt? Yeah, you have a matching one.

When he feels down, but not like his emo mode, he just usually plops down next to you and start talking. Feel free to give out advices, he'll always say that you're the smartest and the best.

A great older brother indeed. He doesn't even realize it.

Gif Sources : Ushijima, Kuroo, Oikawa, Daichi, Bokuto

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