#I don't block let alone report over that just. tag and don't bring that to my doorstep thx.

[shipping-strawberry]

I wanna say foremost that I have absolutely nothing against Lacey. She seems like a very nice person, and I have seen her art— it is cute!

However, I don’t think she should return to Tumblr.

It’s not because I dislike her, or that I’m an anti, or anything like that. I support her, and I’m upset at the hate she’s getting. It gives me heartache.

But I really don’t think that Tumblr is healthy for her, particularly mentally. She’s already gotten very suicidal over hate these past few months, if not years. I’m worried that she may end up actually hurting herself, or worse.

Plus, the consistent harassment, suicide baits, death threats…I don’t think she should have to endure all that just to make positivity posts for us proshippers, sweet as they are.

All in all, her leaving Tumblr seems like a much better alternative than her remaking blogs over and over again just to get the same disgust and hate every time.

[TLDR at the bottom.]

hi there, anon!

i want to start off by saying that you most certainly do bring up a fair point, and you are right; lacey will keep getting harassed, no matter how many times she remakes her blog. antis will just keep digging through the proship tag to find her blog over and over and over again.

i will admit, though, i don't agree completely.

antis are sending her hate because she's a proshipper. we all know that. but that's not the only reason they do it; they want attention.

and that's why antis do what they do. that's why they send anon hate. that's why they crosstag. that's why they start discourse on proship posts. because they're attention-seeking little gremlins, desperate for people to notice them — wherever it's in a negative light or not.

i've wanted to say this to lacey for some time now, though i never did because i felt like it would be too rude, but she really should just avoid responding to anon hate altogether. i know she does it because she feels like she's standing up for herself, but it's so pointless, because surprise, surprise: antis aren't going to give two thirds of a fuck about what she has to say. she can cook up the best response with multiple articles and sources to back her up and prove her haters wrong, and guess what? they'll still call her a pedophile. it won't change a thing, because they'll still be starved for the attention that they get from her.

and honestly, every time i see lacey, or even just anyone in general respond to anon hate, i just mentally facepalm so hard, because guys — you're giving them what they want.

i don't know if it's obvious, but i myself am a very angry person in real life. i have extreme difficulty managing my anger, and i constantly go apeshit over even just the smallest of things. i've even had to seek help because of this behavior.

trust me — i know how tempting it can be to respond to anon hate. i know how much you will get the urge to just let loose and go off after reading an aggressive message in your inbox. but just don't do it. block them, report them, and keep the hate out of your inbox and away from your blog. at the end of the day, antis just want attention.

don't give them what they want.

don't give them that satisfaction.

and here's the thing: if there's one specific anti constantly harassing you on anon like lacey had, and you keep replying to all their asks, they're going to keep on harassing you.

and if you don't? they'll eventually fuck off and leave you alone, because they're not getting the attention that they desire from you.

if lacey wants to stop getting anon hate, then she needs to stop responding to it. because antis will just continue abusing her and using her as a source of attention. needless to say, they don't give a shit if they're hurting her and badly damaging her mental health. because they'll put their own desires ahead of anyone else's, because that's just what antis do.

want to know something? i discovered one of my friends is a proshipper very recently. and although they don't actually have any ships, because shipping is not really their thing, they told me that they used to run a (now deactivated) proship blog on tumblr with a few other people. and guess what? they have never received hate from antis. not once.

want to know why? because they didn't allow anonymous asks.

antis know that hiding behind the anonymous mask is a cowardly move. and they know that they're the ones in the wrong, because the moment a blog doesn't allow anonymous asks, they stay quiet.

tumblr is most certainly damaging for lacey's mental health. you are absolutely right about that. not even just that, but it can even be damaging for other people when they see those anon asks, too.

stepping away from tumblr is a great decision for her to make, and i can see why you think it's a good idea. i think it's a good idea, too. last time lacey had her blog deactivated, she took some time away from tumblr, which is probably what's best for her, and i think she's doing the same thing again.

but her mental health can be so much better if she just chooses to remain on the positive side if the community.

yes, when she decides to come back, there will be those nasty anons in her inbox again. i can guarantee that. but if she'd only stop responding to them, they will eventually leave her alone.

and if they don't, the simple solution is to just turn of anonymous asks. because that ensures the antis will fuck off completely.

things can be so much better for lacey if she just stops giving antis what they want. because then she can focus on happily posting her art and posting/reblogging positivity for proshippers. antis won't bother her again, and her mental health won't continue to get damaged.

i hope this didn't sound too rude, because that wasn't my intention at all. i just wanted to share about my thoughts on anonymous hate, and how to deal with it.

TLDR: antis want attention, so if lacey wants to stop getting anon hate, she needs to stop replying to it. replying to anon hate gives antis the attention they want, so please don't respond to them and give them that satisfaction. if you don't respond, the antis will eventually leave you alone because they're not getting the attention they want from you. turning off anon asks also ensures there will be no hate from antis whatsoever, because antis are cowards and are too scared to stop hiding behind the anon mask.

#ask #long post #proship #proship safe #anti anti #antis dni #anti harassment #proshippers please interact #not positivity #abuse mention #harassment mention

[avocadoleaf]

Hehehehe if it's not too much, I'd like to know your Yandere Quest Headcanons ◉‿◉

Hi Anon! I do not write yandere, but i can give you a bit of a darker Quest drabble.

Tagged and put under the cut

Content Warning: Dark Quest x Gender Neutral Reader, mentions of violence, blackmail, reader is held against their will, break up

Your relationship with Quest was normal, healthy, loving. He's a genuine man who has reformed himself, and he genuinely wants to be better for you. The only thing that could drive him to that level of insanity is if he believes your life is in danger.

He received a call from an unknown number at work. Some of his "buddies" from high school have decided to call him up, curious about his happiness, especially when it came to you.

"Your partner is just so cute, Quest! You know, you say you left "that part" of your life behind you, but you still use your old nickname. Crazy, I remember giving it to you. You always were searching for something to make you feel less alone."

His hand tightened around the phone "What do you want?"

"I don't really want anything from you. You are just easy to kick around, always have been. And now, you brought me a new toy. Maybe I can kick them around too?" Quest slammed the phone back into its box, shaking as he brought his hands to his face. He looked at the clock, only 20 minutes 'til the end of his shift. Those 20 minutes trudged by, with no work completed. He raced home to you, letting out a breath when he saw you asleep in bed. He had to protect you, at all costs.

You woke up extremely late for work the next day, "missing" your alarm. Quest convinced you to stay home with him, so you took it as a blessing. He seemed detached as you shared breakfast and watched movies on the couch, but said he was fine when you asked. You slowly drifted to sleep.

Quest passed his hand in front of your face to see if you'd stir. He needed to get your phone away. What if they called you and started tormenting you? What if they got in your head? What if they used your number to find you and then? He couldn't bear to think of it. He nudged your thumb onto your phone, unlocking it with your fingerprint. He had to know if they had found any of your accounts, if they had texted you, called you. He was sifting through when your boss called you. Damn, why did you always keep your sound on?

You woke up and saw him holding your phone, but thought he was just bringing it to you. You took the phone from him and kissed his cheek, answering your boss.

"Yes, sir, the reports for the merger were given to Mr. Williams last week. No, sir, there are no other physical copies. I mean, I have it on a flashdrive but the client data is confidential, I would have to give it to you in person. Yes, sir. See you then." You look at Quest sadly. "I'm sorry, baby, they need another copy of this report by the morning, I'll be back in an hour, tops."

He stands in front of the door, stopping you from leaving. "Quest, baby, I really have to go to work." He doesn't move. You tilt your head and chuckle nervously. "Quest, come on."

"I can't let you leave."

"Uh- Why not?"

"I just can't," he closes his eyes and turns away from you. You sigh in frustration and try to move past him, but he grabs your shoulders.

"Please, just tell me what's going on."

"You can't leave. Please just trust me to know what's best for you for once in your life. Trust me." The look in his eyes is both so intense and so vacant. He looks like a shell of himself, running on pure instinct.

"You're scaring me." You search his eyes desperately, hoping to find a bit of who you love in them. Cold, icy blue, but no Quest. He begins to push you away from the door, and you slip on a shoe left out haphazardly. The fall rattles through your body, slamming your jaw upwards. He stands over you and slowly walks towards you, but you scramble back on the cool tile. You raise your arm to block your face and flinch. He snaps out of his thoughts at the sight, only concerned with tending to you now. He starts to speak and bend down to help you up, but you take this moment to run out the door.

His world crashes as he sees you leave. He struggles for hours on what to do. On one hand, he should be out looking for you. He can only know you're safe if he's there to defend you, but you would be in much more danger if you were cornered together. He sat on the couch, paralyzed with fear. His phone buzzes.

"I'm going to stay at my parents' house tonight. We need to talk about what happened at some point, but I can't face you right now."

Suddenly, his phone rings. God, he is so desperate to hear your voice, to know you are okay. But he has no such luck. It's an unknown number.

"I hope you know hurting them will be the last mistake you ever make. If there is so much a hair missing from the top of their head, I will mark every door in this damn city with your blood and roast your head on a spit. That's a promise."

"Oh, Quest. You've always been so quick to anger, so easy to push around. Let me tell you this. I will never, ever let you have a good life. There will be no happy endings for you. And rest assured I will take joy every time I make your life a bit more miserable, but it's always better to watch you ruin it for yourself. I won't hurt them; I'll just make you do it."

#blooming panic quest #bp quest #quest #tw yandere #blooming panic #bloomic

[msjr0119]

The Greatest Show

“You don't need everyone to love you, just a few good people.” Part 1

In this series all chapters are based on each song or quotes from ‘The Greatest Showman’

Characters belong to Pixelberry except MC - Amber Smith-Beaumont and Brett Parker

Warnings: Swearing, Riam smut, Dramber Smut, GBH.

Tags - using combined tagged list, if you want to be removed please let me know 👍🏼

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This part is set in New York City - Liam x Riley

The next part is set in Cordonia - Drake x Amber

******

“No! So fuck off Brett! Leave us all alone! What are you going to do? Beat me to pulp again, like you did with Daniel. Like you did with Amber all those times?”

Brett. Ambers ex. Why has he hurt all three of them?

“Come on Riley, you know Amber blamed me for all that. It was her word against mine. But if I did it don’t you think I’d be in prison now?”

“No because she’s scared fucking shitless to report you! You are a mad man, you need help! You need to leave us all alone.”

“I’m not leaving you all alone until my girlfriend is back in my arms. I know you’re hiding something. Do you want me to take it out on you and Daniel again?”

“Do what you want to me. You already killed me inside. I’m not afraid of you Brett. Do your worse!” Liam and Bastien narrowed their eyes at the man, Brett noticed and smirked at them not responding to Riley’s last comment, instead deciding to find out who the two men were.

“Who are these people? Your bodyguards?”

“I don’t know them. They are tourists, that’s all.”

“You made her miscarry?” Liam snapped at the man, whilst gritting his teeth. Looking towards Riley- she focused her gaze towards the floor. Wishing that she hadn’t told him anything about the baby.

“Yeah? And? What’s it to do with you? She got in the middle of an argument between my girlfriend and I. Then little Daniel got involved. As the police said, we was all drunk- it was a tragic accident.” Smirking at Liam, Brett then cackled.

“See ya around Riley. When my girlfriend comes home, send her to me immediately.” Liam had heard enough now, anger was raging through his body. Looking at Bastien, the guard could predict the actions the prince was about to take. Shaking his head, his eyes pleaded with Liam to not pursue what he believed he was going to. Liam walked up towards Brett, grabbing his collar he whispered “leave the lady alone.”

“You don’t even know her, mate!”

“You killed my baby! You hurt her friends.” Before Brett could respond, Liam loosened his grip- he wasn’t thinking straight when he let out his boiling antipathy and swung his tight fist quickly into Bretts defined jaw. The impact, made Brett fall to the concrete floor.

“Liam! Stop! Just go back to Cordonia. Please!” Riley pleaded as Liam continued- Brett attempted to bring his hands up to defend himself but he was now weak. His body quivered. Liam gave one last solid punch into his gut, before removing himself from the situation. Bastien pushed Liam and Riley out of the way, hoping that this information about the fight wouldn’t make its way back to Cordonia - creating chinese whispers. Brett raised his hand towards his nose, smearing the pouring blood along his arm. Gaining that bit of energy, he stood up slowly. Knowing he wasn’t going to give up- he lurched into Liam- his fists aiming straight for the princes nose, Bastien pulled Brett off Liam immediately.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Brett shouted whilst being restrained by Bastien.

“I’d walk away if I was you. You’ve caused enough damage.” Bastien suggested as he pushed the man away from his embrace.

“Oh yeah. What are you going to do about it old man?”

“This!” Riley and Liam’s eyes widened, as Bastien kicked Brett in the scrotum- forcing him to the floor. Banging his head on the concrete kerb as he fell, Brett now knew he was surrounded, defenceless.

“Come near Riley, Daniel or Amber again and I will personally kill you. Do you understand? Bastien take us somewhere away from this cretin.”

“Yes Sir.” The three of them turned around, leaving Brett surrounded by a puddle of his own blood- not caring about any consequences that could occur regarding him.

“This isn’t over! Do you hear me? Riley I mean it! I’ll hunt Amber down. With or without your help.” Bastien escorted the two of them in the SUV. Looking through his mirror, he could see the silence between his passengers.

“How are you both going to explain your injuries when you get back to Cordonia?” Riley asked breaking the silence.

“A busted nose is nothing. What is it with you New Yorkers? Amber busted someone’s nose back in Cordonia the other day.” Letting out a little laugh, she was proud of her friend- knowing there must have been a reasoning behind her using her fists.

“I suppose were all fucking crazy. Mess with us and you’ll regret it. Where are we going anyway?”

“The hotel. As planned. I’ve got your favourite cronut for bribery. Now knowing what I know, I think you and I definitely need to talk.” Deciding to look at Liam for the first time, she noticed the blood continue to drip down his chin.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.” Riley opened her bag, pulling out the tissues- she put pressure on his nose attempting to prevent the bleeding becoming worse. Looking at his swollen hand, all the anger she had towards him was slowly vanishing. He had defended her, as well as Bastien.

“He’s a wanker. You both should have left him alone. One of these days karma will happen, he won’t hurt anyone.” Placing his hand over hers, there was that feeling again. Both locking eyes with each other, they didn’t realise how long they were focused onto each other.

“Your highness, we’re here.” Liam nodded, escorting Riley out of the SUV, they headed up to the room. Bastien excused himself, knowing the two of them needed to speak.

*****

“This brings back memories.” Riley nervously said, as they walked into the penthouse.

“Good memories I hope? From our stupid fling.” Emphasising the word stupid, Riley felt guilty.

“Liam... I... I didn’t mean it like that. I was shocked. I was angry. Why did you stop texting and ringing me? I received the odd text, I’d reply. Then nothing. ”

“I didn’t. I kept texting you. Hoping you’d respond. But you never did. So I stupidly gave up. If I’d have known about you being pregnant.... I’d have.... I’d have come straight away. To support you.”

“I never received further any texts off you Liam in response to those that I sent. I still have the same number. It doesn’t matter about what isn’t here anymore. I’m just concentrating on the future- not the past.” Liam got his phone out of his pocket, showing her all the texts he had sent her- Riley’s heart sunk, she did the same. All this time she called him Mr Fucker and Mr Fuck Face with her friends before eventually blocking him. Her contact details had the selfie they had taken- which tore on her heartstrings.

“You blocked me, like I did you.” Liam looked confused, knowing he would never block her- even if it would cause a scandal. “Look, it says unblock caller.” Unblocking her contact, she rung the number she had kept - his phone immediately rang. Sending a text to him, he received it. Back in the Big Apple where it all began. Smiling at her text, he forgot all about what was happening back home. “So that solves that mystery. The second mystery, where are those cronuts?”

“If you can find them you can have them.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll just leave and buy one myself from the bakery.”

“I spy with my little eye something beginning with C ... if I get them first, I may share them with you if you give me a kiss.”

“What happens if I find them first?”

“Then they are yours, no kiss required.”

“I better get looking for them then.” Winking at him, he witnessed her genuinely smile for the first time- he had missed that smile. The smile that lit up the room. Baby steps, he thought to himself.

“I can give you a clue if you are struggling?” Moving to sit on the bed, her eyes focused on him- that smirk he provided told her that he was sat near them. Ambling over towards him, she noticed the box behind him.

“They are behind you Liam- so game over.” Smirking, with her hand on her hip. “Come and get them. Or I’ll be kissing the princess on her lips.” Princess. He hasn’t called me that since the day the texts stopped. Feeling emotionally vulnerable, she wanted to claim him as she did all those months ago. She had a feeling he wanted the same- but couldn’t put herself through that heartache anymore. Attempting to grab the cronuts, she fell onto Liam. His hands held onto her waist as her hair fell in to his face. Removing a stray piece of hair behind her ear, their eyes locked on to each other- deep down both of them knew what they wanted but neither wanted to push the other away.

“Ri...”

“Yes?”

“You are so beautiful.”

“Don’t Liam. You’re soon going to be engaged.”

“What if I wasn’t to go through with it? Would you give me a chance?”

“You know that’s not possible.” Liam pulled her down towards him, pressing his lips on hers - it felt as if the word had melted away. Breaking the kiss- he softly smiled at her- in the back of his mind, he wondered if she was as confused as he was. But he didn’t care- if they could both make each other happy for one more time- he was intending on doing it. Both their hearts began to beat faster in unison, Riley laid next to him on the bed, turning her head towards his -her baby blues contained desire. Liam caressed her cheeks, taking in her beauty as he did all those months ago before crashing his lips onto hers kissing like crazy as if their lives depended on it. His tongue skimmed her lip before slipping inside her mouth, their now tongues battling against each other. Riley’s fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer- his hands continued holding her petite frame.

The kisses became more passionate before Liam pushed her gently backwards laying her on her back on the bed. The weight and touch of his body on top of hers, made her feel loved all over again. Hovering over her, he began to gently kiss every inch of her body around the clothes she was wearing. Riley sighed, even though she was enjoying this impromptu visit from him- those lingering thoughts about her becoming heartbroken yet again wouldn’t shake. Liam noticed that she was all of a sudden acting hesitant, placing her hands on his chest- creating a slight distance between them both.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Liam... I just... I don’t want to hurt again.”

“Do you want this? I want you Ri. I just need to be sure.” Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she knew she couldn’t resist. His eyes and smile were too memorising. She had got over him once before, surely she could do it again.

“My head is saying no. But my heart says otherwise.”

Pulling him down back on to her, she inhaled that all familiar scent of his cologne. Feeling the slightest bit of stubble rub her skin as he pressed gentle kisses along her skin, she didn’t care- he was still as handsome as he was all those months ago and his presence felt wonderful and intoxicating. He was once again her drug- always craving for him.

“Liam, I want you.” She pleaded with him, he nodded in response. Her heart was pounding as she sat up. Liam led them off the bed to stand up- his hands roamed around her body, pulling her towards him. Unable to prevent himself from kissing her. Standing on her tip toes she pulled his jacket off, before working at his top- discarding them of the floor. Touching his warm muscled abs- he sighed at her soft touch. Working at his zip- he removed his trousers, leaving his boxers on. Riley bit her lip as her eyes focused to his bulge- she had forgotten how big he was.

“Like what you see Miss Brooks? I want you to be naked too. I’m going to show you how a Prince treats his Princess.”

Oh he’s good. He’s a charmer, I’ll give him that- but he doesn’t mean it. He just means in general- surely.

Slowly she removed her own clothes teasingly. She knelt on the floor, pulling his boxers down with her. Licking her lips, she stroked his length, before taking it fully in her mouth.

“You’re amazing.” Riley looked up at him fluttering her eyelashes. Feeling his cock pulsate at every move- knowing she was pleasing him, she picked up her pace.

“Ri, slow down. I’m going to cum.” He panted. Pleading with her to stop, he pulled her up, picking her up- he carried her onto the bed. Laying her down, he hovered over her, removing her hair away from her face, placing it behind her ear. Gently cupping her cheek, he kissed her forehead. Placing her hands above her head, holding them with one hand- his other hand roamed her body, circled her breasts- before kissing her hard.

“Tell me what you want Princess.”

“I want you. That’s all I want.”

Liam slid his hand between her legs- positioning his fingers and thumb at her entrance. The slightest touch, made her damp instantly. Kissing her neck, whilst working his thumb over her clit in a tantalising rhythm, she couldn’t contain her moans, “Oh... shit! Liam don’t stop.” She screamed, losing herself in the pleasure. All her muscles began to quiver. Feeling breathless already, Liam removed his new coated fingers, replacing them with his tongue instead. Taking a slight break to admire her, he placed sensual kisses on her inner thighs.

“You taste so good, Princess.” He said before plunging his tongue deeper inside. “Fuck!” Riley screamed, as she dug her nails in his side as he ate her. Removing his mouth, he smiled at her expression, her whole body now trembled.

Before she could recover, he slipped his magnificent sized penis inside of her. Holding that position, their eyes fixated on each other. Slowly Liam began to thrust, taking his time wanting to enjoy making love with her. “You feel so good, Ri. I’ve missed you.” He growled before the thrusts became faster and more passionate, hitting her g spot. “Fuck! Don’t stop! I’m so close.” Looking at her arching her back, he was happy with what was happening- but they still needed to talk. “I don’t intend to stop Ri. But we do need to talk still.” “Yes... fine... just carry on fucking me.”

His thrusts were powerful as their bodies rocked in sync perfectly together. Liam’s movements decreased in speed, as he released himself inside her. She felt his warm seed spill inside her, grateful that she had taken precaution after their last accident. Closing her eyes, she was filled with a mixture of emotions- regret, happiness, confusion.

“And here we are again.” Riley opened her eyes in response to Liam’s comment, as he removed himself off her. Holding his hand, she turned to face him. Cuddling into his embrace. Both breathless, they laid in silence- until Riley heard him take a deep breath.

“I need to go back to Cordonia as soon as possible.” And there it is. There’s my heart shattering all over again. “But I can’t lose you again. Not now that I’ve found you again. Come back with me?”

“What?”

“Riley, please come back with me. You don't need everyone to love you, just a few good people. Just me.”

*****

Brett was furious that Riley could allow two strangers to humiliate him. Remembering what Riley said “Liam! Stop! Just go back to Cordonia. Please!” He decided to do a little research. Having not heard from Damien, he wondered who this Liam was.

Prince Liam of Cordonia... social season.... unexpected suitor Lady Amber Smith-Beaumont...

“Got ya! Amber you can run, but you can’t hide.”

#trr #trr choices #trr fan fic #liam x riley #liam x mc #trr bastien #brett parker trr the greatest show #trr the greatest show #liam rhys #riley brooks

[leelee10898]

Chikara: Ojike (3/?)

Summary: Ellie finally moves forward with her life, and something goes horribly wrong. Ojike translates to Fear.

Warning! This chapter contains violence, pain and sexual violence. Read at your own risk.

Series Raiting: Mature. Angst, character death and violence, Nsfw content.

Catch up HERE

** I apologize in advance. Line break is not working

"Again." He ordered. Ellie got into position as Colt charged her, she quickly ducked under his punch and jabbed him in the side. Colt turned around and faced her, this time his leg swept out and Ellie quickly jumped out of the way, taking out his other leg. Colt fell to the ground,  but not before he grabbed hold of her ankles taking her down with him. He pinned her down on the ground, his face inches from hers. "Damnit Ellie. Remember always watch your opponent's movements. It could be a matter of life or death." She rolled her eyes "Is this really necessary?"

Colt let go of his hold on her, Ellie used her body strength to flip Colt over. She straddled him pinning his arms above his head. "Always watch your opponent's movements." She smirked at him. "Cute." He chuckled. She pressed her lips to his, as he wriggled his arms free, his hands stroking her sides.

"Ok, let's work on another sequence."

Colt jolted up from a dead sleep. It was just a dream, but damn if it didn't feel real. Shortly before Ellie went to Riyas, Colt taught Ellie some self defense. Every member of the Kaneko family was made to take different forms of martial arts. Teppei may not have wanted Colt to take the helm of the MPC, but he damn sure insisted he have the same training. He looked at his phone, 8 pm which mean it was 11pm Eastern time. He crept from the couch, and walked out the back door taking a seat on the steps. He punched in his passcode and opened his photos,opening the one album that got him by, Ellie.

There weren't many, mostly of prom. A few from their time together at the garage, the times they spent sneaking around with each other.  He missed her so much it hurt, the days were ok he kept himself busy, but the nights wore the worst. He told himself not to do it, but his needs got the best of him. He punched in the number he memorized by heart, blocking the number of course. He held it to his ear as it rang on the other end, 3 times before he heard it

Hello?

He felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. Such a sweet sound, a sound that could bring him to his knees.

Hello? She said again.

He couldn't speak, but god did he want to. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and missed her so much. He wanted to tell her that he was coming there, to be with her, to protect her, but he just couldn't. He shouldn't have even called.

Colt? Colt is it you? He could hear the desperation in her voice.

He panicked, quickly hanging up the phone.

"Hey, there you are? How's that side feeling?" A voice came up behind him. He quickly wiped the tears that had been pooling in his eyes "Hey x, yeah im feeling a little better. I'll be heading back home tomorrow. " he stood averting her gaze so she wouldn't see the sadness he couldn't shake. He stepped into the house, ximena following behind. After he was attacked he went to the only place he thought he could get help, ximena. He filled her in on what happened, And how the assailant told him that Wallace sent him. Colt was planning on going after them, hunting them down and taking care of them once and for all.

"I know you miss her Colt. But you're going to burn yourself down before you can even make it to her. Get out of LA, got be a normal guy." Ximena ruffled his hair with her fingers. "I don't know how to be a normal guy X. And if the brotherhood is out there still, it's not safe for me to be around her, not yet." He flopped down on the couch,  wincing in pain as he forgot about the fresh gash on his side. "I just hope you know what your doing kid."

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East Coast.........

"Colt. Colt is that you?" Ellie panicked,  desperate to hear his voice, but she was met by the end of the call.

"Hey, whats up Ellie? Ingrid came to find her as she had stepped away once she noticed the blocked call flashing on her screen. It had to be him, he would be the only one to call her blocked, but why wouldn't he say anything?

"I think Colt called me blocked." Ingrid gave her a stern look. "Did he say anything?" Ellie shook her head no. "Well how do you know it was really him? I think you need to put your phone in your purse." She took the phone from Ellies hand, and slipped it into her purse. "And enjoy the movie with us. Nick seems to really like you." Ingrid grinned looping her arm in Ellies. "Yeah, You're right. Ok I can do this." Ellie took a deep breath and rejoined the two men for the movie.

Over the next couple of weeks Ellie spent most of her free time with Ingrid, Kyle and Nick. She knew Nick liked her it wasn't much of a secret, Ingrid made sure to tell her every chance she got. She also broadened her horizons by taking a few dance classes, and not the classical training ones her father forced her into, since she enjoyed learning from Logan. It was two days before Christmas break kicked off.  Ellie had just finished her last paper and pressed send, closing her laptop when ingrid busted into the room. "Get up, were going out."

She demanded, throwing open Ellie's closet. "Ah. Ok where are we going?" She came up beside Ingrid, who was frantically searching through Ellies clothes.  "Nothing. You have nothing here. Guess you'll have to wear something of mine then." Ingrid sighed. "Ingrid, slow the hell down, where are we going?" Ingrid stiffened rolling her eyes as she turned towards Ellie. "Ellie. It's the sigma beta sigma holiday mixer. The most important of all holiday parties on campus, and we scored an invite." Ellie knew a few of the sigma brothers, she helped a few of them writing reports for them.

"Yes. Yes this will work beautifully." Ingrid held up a bright red short flare dress, with a squared neck and spaghetti straps.she handed the dress to Ellie, and motioned to change. It fit like a glove, she paired it with a pair of black tights and booties, colts leather jacket the finishing touch. She scrunched her hair,  giving the illusion of perfect beach waves. Ellie looked at herself in the mirror, it had been a while since she got dolled up, but she felt good. "Ok, time to take a selfie." Ingrid grinned as she slid up next to her, both posing for the picture. "

She posted the photo to Instagram, tagging Ellie and they headed for the party.

Once there Ellie enjoyed herself dancing and chatting with some people she met in a study group. She broke into a smile when she spotted Nick approaching with two red solo cups. "Hey you." Nick handed her a cup. "You look stunning Ellie." She held the cup in her hand, staring down at the contents. "You're not going to end up drunk off one drink. Its holiday punch." Nick teased as Ellie lifted the cup to her ruby lips taking a modest sip. She immediately grimaced at potent concoction she ingested. Nick snorted at her expression. "Ok, that was downright disgusting." She gagged.

She shared a few dances with Nick, before she knew it it was almost 12. She went in search of Ingrid to let her know she was leaving, she had a ton of packing to do and her flight left at 10 am. She looked everywhere she possibly could before giving up her search. "Can you tell Ingrid I had to leave. I can't find her anywhere." She asked Nick who was nursing a beer in the corner of the room. "Yeah, sure.  Do you want me to walk you home?" He searched her eyes for any kind of sign "No, I'll be alright. Thanks though. You're such a good friend Nick." She stood on her tiptoes placing a kiss on his cheek. "Yeah, good friend." He half chuckled. "Merry Christmas Nick." She smiled as she headed for the door.

It was a couple block walk back to the dorm. She pulled colts jacket tightly against her body, to shield herself from the bitter wind that slashed against the sheer fabric of her legs. It had just snowed a few days prior, so she had to be careful walking not to slip in ice with the slight heal on her boots. She made it a block from the frat house before she noticed a shadow trailing behind her. A chill rippled through her body, but not from the cold. She picked up the pace, trying to put some distance between her and the uneasy feeling of the stranger behind her. She crossed the the other side of the street in hopes the other person would stay on the opposite side, and when they followed she felt her heart drop and pulse race.

Just 2 more blocks to go, but the uneasy feeling grew as the person picked up their pace. Ellie broke into a sprint as they headed for the dimly lit alley that separated her from the town and the campus.  If she could just make it onto school property she would be ok. She walked into the alley, a dead end. Her nerves getting the better of her, she took a wrong turn, there was only one way out and the person following her, a man, was now right in front of her, blocking her only exit.

"Man, you're a hard one to get alone." He spoke, as he gave her a crooked smirk. "St- stay back. You. You don't know who you're messing with." Her voice betrayed her. "Heh," he laughed. "I know exactly who you are Ellie wheeler. Man, Jason said to take care of you." He began to move forward, Ellie cowering away backing into a wall. "You're a lot cuter than I expected. I think I'll have myself a little fun before I kill you."

"Jason? No. He's in jail." Ellie whimpered in disbelief.  "Oh. You didn't hear? He escaped. And he wants retribution for your betrayal." The man lunged for her, somehow she remembered the training she got from Colt, her father and Logan.  She stepped to the side slightly, bringing her knee up and slamming it into his groin hard. He crumpled to the ground with a loud grunt as Ellie ran towards the opening of the alley. "No you fucking dont." He reached out grabbing her leg, pulling her down to the cold, unforgiving pavement. She picked herself up quickly,  shaking off the stinging pain of her hands.

Her assailant gripped her by the hair spinning her around and slamming her into the brick wall, hitting her head. A small trickle of blood ran down her face, As she screamed out. His hand gripped tight in her hair he spun her around to face him. "My. My father is a detective,  he will see you in jail. And my. My friends, the MPC. they'll kill you." She sobbed out the man looked at her with a wildness in his eyes. "I'll be long gone by the time they find you sweet thing. The brotherhood stays hidden." He began to push her dress up. Panic set in, she flailed wildly as he cupped her mouth drowning out her screams. She moved her head biting down on his hand hard, eliciting a scream from the man. He lifted his hand and back handed her, sending her to the ground again. "You little bitch. I'm going to enjoy this." He spoke as he grabbed her legs, pulling her towards him. Ellie thrashed her legs frantically, freeing one and kicking him into the stomach. She stood, adrenaline pumping,  anger coursing through her veins. She kneed the in his jaw as he doubled over in pain from the kick to his abdomen. She should have ran, she should have screamed for help but the only thing on her mind was hurting the man who attacked her.

As she landed blow after blow she felt herself being torn apart, the shy sweet nerd she once was falling away, leaving something behind she didn't quite recognize. The man collapsed on the ground, face bleeding badly from where Ellie punched repeatedly. With some strength he grabbed hold of her ankle yanking her to the ground. He hovered above her grabbing her head on either side and slamming it back into the pavement with a sickening thud. Her eyes flickering shut she seen a figure ran into the alleyway pulling the man off of her. The last thing she heard was her name being called repeatedly as she slipped into blackness.

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