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t r o u b l e/ chapter twenty six

Tommy

I was circling the countryside, tracking down country lanes in a spiral back towards Arrow House. Back home, without my little sister. Feeling defeated. Frustrated. Feeling the nauseous chill which sets in after the panic has passed. When you've burnt through all that fight or flight, when all the adrenaline you wasted has amounted to nothing... all that buzzing static, that rushing blood, all those racing thoughts for nothing because in the end they hadn't mattered either way. She wasn't here. We'd lost her.

We'd be lucky if we ever got her back.

"Jesus Christ," I growled to no one but myself through gritted teeth, "Jesus fucking Christ!" I spat eyes squeezed shut as I let my head fall down against the steering wheel. Driving blind down the road until I heard a tractor and swerved into the closest pocket, a cattle crossing with a rusty old gate.

I had that lump in my throat like I was about to cry. Hadn't done that for a long time, knew it wouldn't do me any good now anyway. Wouldn't bring her back. A useless emotion, a useless habit to get into.

I sucked in my cheek instead, bit until I drew blood and kept my eyes wide open until I felt the dry sting. The tears receding, the hurt swallowed down. The only way I knew how to handle it. Locked it away, started the car and did a U-Turn. No more slow spiral home. Accepted the truth of the matter, the dreary, bleak reality. The facts.

Sylvie had snook away from us. Been too clever, too quick... too much like her brothers. Too much perhaps like me.

She wasn't coming back by herself and she was already beyond my reach. I'd lost her.

When the phone started ringing I moved listlessly. Didn't rush to answer, much to the caller's disgruntled amusement.

"You know Tommy if it was my family yeah... if it was my little..."

"Enough Alfie," I groaned, "spare me the concern eh, I'll run my family my way yeah, you can do whatever you like with whatever I've got..."

"Well," he said, a darkness in his voice that didn't sit right with. Me didn't worry me as it should have because I'd already decided Sylvie was lost to the world. Gone for good. "Well," he said, "that's just it right, that's just it mate... what have I got Tommy... What have I..."

"I don't know Alfie what have you got eh do us both a favour would you, keep it short an sweet... I'm driving I can hardly afford to fall asleep at the..."

"She's safe Tommy," he said, his words not quite registering with me as I trailed off, as I swallowed the sprout of hope, tried to ignore the little bud about to open because this was Alfie Solomons and he'd never delivered good news to me before.

"She's what?"

"She's here mate, she's here and she's safe and..."

"Jesus Christ Alfie why the fuck didn't you just say that..." I shook, my chuckle a little breathy, disbelieving though I should have believed it. "What about Isaiah?"

"And..." he cut my smile short, "she wants to stay here with me...if that's alright with you of course mate..." the sound of his smile got under my skin, pissed me off more than I should have let it.

"What?" I frowned turning the car down a sharp winding lane, headlights on to cut through the mist. I should have been paying attention to the roads, not to Alfie. Should have been watching for lights in the fog. Should have been thinking about every possible threat. But I wasn't.

"Oh who? The lout? He's fine too, fuckin annoyin cunt but... I ain't harmed the lad yet..."

"Alfie... what the fuck did you just say to me..."

"She came here Tommy, I didn't even have to go lookin for her yeah... she brought herself all the way here and you know what she did mate? You know what she did... seriously mate I don't know what the fuck you're doin up there, how you're raisin the kids but fuck me... you've gotta change your fuckin ways cause this one's fucked in the head," he said, this amusement mixed up with his warning. I could picture him grinning, could picture him leant back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, smoking a cigarette and grinning down the line, waving one hand about his head, the other holding his phone to his ear.

"Look mate if she's broken somethin I'll pay you back whatever I don't care..." I started, trying to focus on driving, trying to control the hope in my chest, the warmth which had returned to me when he'd said she was safe. Just because she was safe didn't mean she was going to stay safe. Not when it was Alfie who had her.

"Broken somethin? Mate she's the fackin broken one..." he said, "seriously..." he said, I could picture his eyes popping, could hear the shock in his voice and it made me smirk, "she's a fuckin sociopath Tommy..." he said.

"So melodramatic Alfie..." I mused, "go on then enlighten us, what's she done?" I asked with a sigh knowing that this would be a long story either way I played it. That I just had to humour him because for as long as he had Fen with him I was in his pocket.

"She fuckin came in here right, fuckin barged in here yeah, poor Ollie couldn't hold her back mate, poor boys traumatised Tommy, he'll need fuckin therapy yeah!"

"She's a teenage girl Alfie..."

"She's a little piece of hell is what she is Tommy, she's got a little piece of hell in her eyes... I looked into em yeah, I looked right into em an you know who I fuckin saw?"

"Go on..." I sighed, I already knew the answer. I needed a cigarette so I pulled up at the side of the road. Shouldn't have done.

"I saw you Tommy..."

I had to laugh then, had to let out that short disbelieving breath, had to smile and shake my head because if I didn't he'd know I believed him. He'd know I saw it too. He'd know that that was what really scared me.

Not the thought of little fen out on her own, lost and helpless, but the thought of Sylvia just cunning enough to weasel herself into a place she couldn't escape. And perhaps she'd already done that.

"Then why do you wanna keep her Alfie?" I asked forcing myself to relax, concentrating on my shoulders, rolling them once, twice. Focussing on my temples, forcing myself to feel them relax too as I exhaled slowly.

"Because..." he said, "and you'd know this right if you'd let me finish my fuckin story yeah Tommy, patience remember is a virtue... you still believe in them yeah? Virtues?"

"Finish your story Alfie, I'm not stopping you..." I said watching the rain which thrummed against the windshield, flicked my wipers on. Watched the leaking grey sky, the thunder would roll in from the hills soon. I needed to be home before the roads flooded.

"She fuckin barged into my office yeah and she danced for me..." he sounded astounded. I didn't feel half as surprised as I should have done.

"She danced?"

"Yeah!" He cried, "she stood on my rug right and she did a little dance... swan lake I think mate... it was fuckin holy mate... bought a tear to this cold man's dead fuckin eyes..."

"Right," I nodded thinking of my little sister, trying to picture the scene. Her e'n pointe in the middle of Alfie's old persian rug. A rug I'd stood on many times, a rug I'd once thought I was going to die on. I tried to imagine her dancing, the graceful, fae like way I'd been watching her dance since she were only a little girl. "So she danced for you..." I said turning onto a wider road, one which wasn't just a dirt track, "and now you want to keep her?"

"Nah," he frowned, "nah.. you my old friend are deliberately misunderstanding me ain't you... trying to make me sound like a fuckin nonce yeah? She told me she wants to stay in London... under my protection..." I could tell he was grinning , revelling in his own amusement at my expense. I shouldn't have let it get to me but it was, getting to me that is. "And she wants you to let her twin sister come to stay too..."

"Not happening." I said it a little too quickly, probably shouldn't have said anything at all because Alfie was most certainly trying to press my buttons but the words had left my lips before I'd had the chance to think.

"No? Well that is a shame mate cause I've already got one haven't I... she's gonna be awful lonely on her own ain't she... be a shame to keep em apart, twins ain't 'sposed to be split up for too long... woulda thought your lot woulda known that mate... really..."

I cut the engine, lit up a cigarette. Cut the headlights too so that my car was swallowed up for a minute or two by the gloom. For a second I could pretend that I too had been swallowed whole. That none of it mattered anymore. That it was all already over. That I could float about in it, the darkness, the gloom, the vapour that makes up the rain cloud when it's still just a cloud.

"Forget it Alfie, Sonya's stayin right here... and I'm coming to get Sylvie, I'll drive down today, pick her up ton..."

"Hold your horses gypsy boy," chuckled Alfie infuriating me then. A spark of rage shooting through me as I sparked my lighter and watched the flame lick at the tip of my cigarette once more.

"My little sister ain't a piece in your chess set Alfie..." I warned him but he only smirked again, all melodramatic reassurances.

"I know I know mate," he said, "listen Tommy... when did you get so distrusting eh? When did you get so suspicious of everyone... even your oldest pals? Now you tell me yeah... you tell me what reason I'd have for wanting to hurt your little Sylvia? Now think about it good and proper for a minute yeah cause I want a good fuckin answer... cause hurtin little girls mate, there ain't no good reason for that as far as I'm concerned...it's fuckin disgustin right...now really I thought you and me were on the same page there Tommy..."

"Yeah alright Alfie.." I said raising my hand to silence him, waving away the smoke from my cigarette before gripping the steering wheel too tightly seconds later when I realised he was reeling me in again, that I was falling for his oldest trick. "I agree with you alright, that's why I'm gonna come pick my sister up tonight yeah, bring her home... don't want anyone gettin hurt eh?"

"Tommy, Tommy, you ain't listening to me mate, you ain't usin them ears are yours Tommy, listen to me right cause I've told you once and I don't wanna keep goin round in circles with you yeah.. I phoned you right... to let you know that your little sister yeah, little Sylvia is a fucking sociopath... I just thought I'd remind you of that yeah... cause you don't seem to realise just how fuckin insane she is right.."

"So she's insane," I shrugged, doing my best to deaden my tone, let him know I wasn't bothered. Let him know that I didn't believe a word he was saying to me. "People say that about you too don't they..."

"Yeah..." he said leaning on the word, still grinning down the line, "yeah they do and insane right, recognises insane... an here I thought you already knew that Tom my old mate... I always thought that was why we were such good pals..."

"Fine," I said with a small smirk, "I'll bring me straight jacket.."

"Tommy mate.." he said again, that apologetic tone he kept putting on driving me insane, "look am sorry mate but she don't wanna go home... she wants to stay here..." he sounded like he was going to carry on, sounded like he had something else to tell me, some bargain to make. But I wasn't in the mood for cutting deals. Now my mind was racing, the cogs turning, the plans falling into place. I would go back to the house, I'd tell Arthur and John what was going on. Then I'd drive to collect Sylvia myself, I'd being her home and I'd throttle Isaiah for being so fucking irresponsible and stupid.

"She just don't wanna go home..."

"Yeah well you tell her from me right, you tell her you can't always get what you want," I said finally, determined that that would be the last we spoke on the matter, "it isn't up for debate Alfie I want her home..."

It was only when I hung up the phone and looked out into the murky afternoon that I sensed it. Something wrong.

Something out there in the fog, a shadow... someone watching me and my cigarette. Someone I could only hope hadn't been able to see me clearly through the mist.

There was a car stopped a little way behind me, their lights off but their shadow still palpable from certain angles when the light hit through the vapour.

When I started the car I felt the low warm rumble of it coming back to life vibrate through my body. I sat listening carefully to the heater turning on, I watched the condensation on the windows clear slowly.

And when I pulled away I kept my eyes on the rearview mirror, watching for movement in the mist behind me. Swallowing a lump in my throat when I saw it, a car following me from a short distance down the road. Stalking me silently as I drove towards the house.

So I couldn't go home and I couldn't turn and head for London as I'd just informed Alfie I would. Instead I had to lead them somewhere else. Lure them out of the winding country lanes, to somewhere I knew better than them.

"Arthur..." I spoke into a burner, "tell John to secure the house then meet me at the Millers Rest, come strapped..." I said carefully, quietly, listening to my brother's breathing on the other end of the line, waiting to hear his grunt of agreement, waiting for the question I didn't want to answer.

"You found her?" He asked, the edge of hope in his voice difficult to swallow when I knew I was about to crush it.

"This ain't about that... Arthur I need you focussed yeah... forget her, focus on this..."

I knew my words would cut him, that they'd leave a nauseous taste on the back of his tongue, green and guilty. But in our family someone had to be heartless, someone had to have clarity, someone had to be able to see the bigger picture always and that was me. I had to be this way because neither John nor Arthur would ever be capable of it.

So even if the words sounded cold, even if they sounded like they came from that part of me I loathed, I had to say them. Had to get him to focus on the task in hand, that is to say living through the next hour.

The Millers Rest was an inn abandoned way out in the middle of the peaks. We'd taken over it many years ago because it was tucked away in the valley between two hills, on the edge of a woodland, far from the city but also miles from any of the little villages and hamlets nestled between the peaks. It was the perfect place to disappear, the perfect place to make other people disappear too. So I drove slowly, uncertain when exactly I'd collected my hanger on, refusing to change my behaviour. Pretending I was still searching the winding lanes for Sylvia.

Sylvia who was fucking miles away, doing fuck knows what because she was stubborn and childish, because she was scorned and pissed off with me. Endangering her life because I'd told her no.

As I drove I watched the shadow moving through the rain carefully, noted how it stopped and started every now and then, trying to keep a safe distance. Trying to remain shrouded completely.

They probably thought it would be easier to stay hidden because I wouldn't be looking for them. Because I wouldn't be paying attention to them. Now I had to hope they weren't paying too much attention to anything but me. Had to hope they wouldn't notice that I was no longer driving them to Arrow House.

If they followed me to the Millers they'd follow me to their death.

I sped up at the last minute, racing around the final corner and up the straight line of road which ran past the inn. Swerving the car to a sudden stop in the middle of the road I abandoned it and ran to join my brother where he would be waiting. In the line of trees at the edge of the woodlands. Strapped and waiting for me or for the enemy, whoever turned up first.

"The fucks all this about Tommy, am fuckin soaked waitin here for..." started Arthur as I snatched a loaded assault rifle from him. He didn't question that, just picked up the other which rested at his feet. Prepared himself.

"I've been followed," I panted a little out of breath from my sudden sprint to the trees, in truth i had hardly noticed the rain when I'd run across the grass, "fuckin don't know who it is but theyve followed me all the way fuckin here through the rain and they'll be here any fuckin second now so be ready..."

"How do we know they're Italians?" He frowned, setting his weapon up and standing back against the tree trunk. The rain had come down hard on him and his red hair was dark and hanging limp and dripping in his face.

"We fuckin don't but whoever they are... they ain't our fuckin friends..."

"Nah," he shook his head, his eyes narrowing. I offered him a tight smile, a nod of approval because it reassured me to see his cogs start turning, the gears shifting. In a few moments time he wouldn't be Arthur Shelby anymore, something else would take over and he would keep us safe, that feverish streak of rage inside him, foaming at the bit, only ever held back by the thinnest of threads.

"Fuckin ain't our friends," I said again my own eyes darkening as I saw a black rangerover roll to a halt. As I saw two men jump down from either side of the car. I raised my hands to hush my brother but I didn't need to. He was watching them, silent, his cheeks flushing with the first shades of anger.

"Fuckin... how dare they come here threatenin my fuckin family..." he growled, his voice low but not low enough. The men weren't looking at the trees however, weren't listening for men hiding in the trees.

"Hush Arthur... Wait a moment eh," I said with a small smirk, watching as the two men knocked on the Inn door. They waited and, just out of sight, we waited.

"Fuckin c'mon lets just kill em," grumbled Arthur growing all the more impatient.

"Nah," I whispered, "not yet eh, wanna see what they do..."

And what they did surprised me.

"What the..." I mouthed, refusing to blink as I observed with wide eyes the strangest thing I'd ever seen two men do. They waited for a moment and then, when no one answered, they returned to the car and took out two shovels.

"Arthur... give me you phone..." I held my hand out waiting to feel the weight of it in my grasp. I closed my fingers around it and then held it up, using the camera to zoom in and record them as they dug their shovels into the ground and began digging.

"The fuck are we waiting for Tommy?" Grumbled Arthur, hushed by the hand I waved absently in his direction. "You wanna let them dig their own graves?" He smirked shaking his head, "you sick fuck."

"Shhh!" I hissed growing impatient, watching them dig, "I said wait Arthur, so just... wait." I held my fingers to my lips, holding the camera steady, trying to get a view on their faces. But they were wearing hoods under their jackets and they had scarves wrapped around their faces so all I could see was a blur of skin and wool shadow.

"Don't think that's a grave.." I said when they dropped their shovels two hours later, they stood hands on their backs, panting. One of them lit up a cigarette as the other crouched at the side of the hole.

For another minute or so they just stood, one out of breath, complaining to the other in Italian, the other on the floor swearing back.

"Wop bastards," murmured Arthur, "c'mon Tommy what are we waitin for?"

"You hear me Arthur it ain't a fuckin grave..." I said raising my finger to quiet him, "so we're waiting..."

"Fuck sake Tommy I don't like this..."

"Don't be so impatient brother," I smirked watching the men through the camera on Arthur's phone. "Look.." I said doing my best to focus the camera on the edge of the hole, "dumped somet I reckon..."

"So fuckin what!" Snapped Arthur, "cunts were following you fuckin home... we should just fuckin..."

"Shh!" I hissed when one of the Italians turned their head sharply, their eyes scanning their surroundings. They'd heard him.

Behind me Arthur hushed and raised his gun.

I held my hand out to steady him, to calm him down.

"Hold fire..." I murmured. Waited...

For a second all was still. The Italians, Arthur and I, the car they'd left idling. The rest of the world carried on, the trees moved under the best of relentless rain. The mud shifted, gathered and collapsed washed down the side of the hill in dirty rivulets.

Not us though.

It was as if we were disconnected. A switch flicked.

I weighed up our options... considered their unusual behaviour, the mystery I wanted to unpick. Considered how badly I wanted those answers. And then I nodded.

"Alright," I said lowering my hand, raising my own gun in time with Arthur as we fired in unison.

The first shots flew and wounded the man who had been standing, the one who had heard us. We didn't give them a chance to understand, a chance to defend themselves. Just approached slowly, a malevolent shadow emerging from the undergrowth, spraying bullets across the field, shattering the windows of their idling rangerover. Shattering the windows of the inn.

Firing until we were certain that both men on the floor were no longer men but corpses. Lifeless sacks of blood and bone and muscle tissue.

I lowered my weapon, pointing my barrel down at the paling features of the dead man at my feet. Looking down at him I felt nothing but the usual hollow, a mild disgust at the speed the soul leaves a body. How fleeting the moment at which we become a shell.

I kicked at his shoulder and watched the blood which stained his shirt wash away in the rain, replaced moments later by a constant blossom of red. I emptied his pockets, found ID, keys, cash and a burner phone that was probably already useless.

The lad wasn't even a Sabini, wasn't a Changretta, just some poor lad from the bottom rungs, a Conti trying to make a name for himself.

"Alright," I said plainly, turning away from the dead Italian to face my brother who was still looking down at the other.

"Alright," nodded Arthur his rain soaked hair falling across his face despite his repeated efforts to push it back. The rain was cold, ran in thick streams off our coats.

"Get your shovel Arthur," I said with an ironic half smile, shrugging my long black coat from my shoulders, abandoning it on the front door step.

Arthur didn't say a word, didn't complain though digging graves in this weather was sickening work. Just grunted and accepted his task, taking it just as I was. As penance for the evil deed we had just committed.

For hours in the rain the only sound either of us made was to grunt with exhaustion, a growl of frustration every time we lunged into the earth, hitting the shovel against the sludge, heaping it like shit behind us. It was relentless, the rain coming down so heavy that any progress we made felt trivial when every wrong step too close to the ledge of the hole saw the wall shift and then slide in on itself, filling the grave with mud before we could dig deep enough.

"Fuck this Tommy we're gonna be here all fuckin night!"

"If we're here all fuckin night we're here all fuckin night!" I growled bringing my foot down on the shovel and pushing with all my weight to try and shift as much soil as I could. "Fuck your comfort brother, we've killed these men so we'll fuckin bury em..."

And we did, but it took all night.

The sunset and we hardly noticed, the moon rose and all we felt was the chill, the burn in our muscles enhanced by the stinging of our chapped skin.

By the time we returned to Arrow House the following morning we were both pale and sheer as ice, bodies sore and stiff from a night of digging, of hauling dead men through the mud.

Our clothes were heavy from the rain, not a hair between us spared. We were soaked through, shivering with bloodshot eyes. Two stray dogs who had dragged themselves to the only safe place they knew.

The door closed behind us with a thud. The house hadn't been quiet but when the echo ricocheted down the hall the house fell silent.

Then there were footsteps. So light I'd have missed them had I not been suffering such a manic rush of adrenaline.

"Tommy!" Cried Sonya, her voice frail as she threw herself at me, her arms wrapping around me so tight that for a moment - once I'd adjusted to the initial shock of proximity - I struggled to catch my breath.

I took a step back, trying to balance myself where she'd knocked my center of gravity, my arms closing around her petit frame slowly, hesitant at first but firmer when she nuzzled into my chest and I heard the first sob.

"Alright Fen, it's alright..." I sighed, voice as gentle as I could manage, trying to hide the grazed way my throat felt when I spoke.

"Oh..." smirked Ada from halfway down the stairs, she was wrapped in a silk dressing gown, a pair of thick woolen socks on her feet miring the glamour of caramel she'd draped herself in, "look what the cat dragged in..." she narrowed her eyes but she couldn't hide the relief she felt so I knew she was glad to see us home. Not that it mattered much because I couldn't stay.

Still, I held onto Sonya and let her cry into my soaked shirt, stroked my fingers slowly through her long hair which she'd let fall down for once, blond locks uncombed, falling down around her waist. When she pulled away her eyes were wild with love and she couldn't have known it but had it not have been for the dye in her hair she'd have looked just like our mother.

She watched me with those wild wide eyes, tears still gathered in her lashes. Concentrating, studying me and then Arthur for injuries, for blood.

But the rain had washed most of the blood from our hands and the stains on our shirts were pinkish and faint.

"You two took your time, where were you?" Asked Ada observing us from a distance. Like she knew not to get too close. Like she knew what we'd been doing and didn't want tainted by the curse we carried.

And when I thought of that I flinched, dropped my hands from Sonya's shoulders and took a step back.

"Fuckin weathers fuckin awful," grunted Arthur, guilt radiating from the two of us so that even innocent Sonya bristled.

She looked up at me with dark, sorry eyes, eyes which asked me to shake my head, asked me to tell her that it really was just the weather that had left us like this. Washed up and late home with nothing to show for it.

So I shook my head.

"Sylvies in London," I said, "she's safe for now, Alfie's given me his word that he will look after her until I am able to bring her home..."

Sonya gasped, held her hand over her mouth to mute the choked sob of relief. I couldn't help the tug of a tender smile on my lips then, a momentary warmth which touched my heart. At least there was one Shelby who still knew how to feel.

"Alfie Solomons is 'looking after' her?" Ada scoffed, "Are you kidding Tommy? Alfie fuckin Solomons! He tried to kill Arthur!" She was looking at me not just with disbelief but disgust too, her arms folded, her teeth catching the light when her jaw hung slack and stunned.

"He is..." I said nodding, "and he did once try to..."

"twice," coughed Arthur, "it was twice actually Tommy remember..."

"he has tried, on multiple occasions... in the past, to kill our brother Arthur but... Alfie's an old fashioned man and he has a policy doesn't he..."

"A policy?" Ada scoffed, "a fuckin policy Tommy..."

"He has a policy of not hurting women and children, so our Fen will be safe with him and Isaiah until I go to London... I'm leaving today, she won't be waiting long..."

"For god sake Tommy look at you," derided Polly, her slinking figure materialising in the kitchen doorframe, a lit cigarette between her fingers which she looked down to focus on me, "you're not going anywhere in that state and you know it..."

"Can't wait I'm afraid Pol..." I started only to be silenced by my sister.

"Pols right Tommy look at you both for fuck sake, you're soaked to the bone... you look like you haven't slept all night... you can't go to London in this state, it's not safe.."

"Ada's right Tommy, you'll need your wits about you down south... won't be a youngen in London won't be looking for a shot at a peaky blinder to earn a bit of clout with the Italians..." Said Esme, her feet padding down the stairs as she carried the baby in her arms. She too looked tired, she too wore her concern on her sleeve.

"Enough mithering eh," I said with a lighter smile, trying to shrug their concerns off, turning to Arthur with a grin so that he would play along. "We're fine aren't we Arth, ain't made of sugar, a bit of rain never did anyone any harm..."

"That's right," agreed Arthur gruffly, pushing his sodden hair from his eyes once more. The blood under his nails caught the light, reminded me of the graves we'd left at the foot of the valley beneath the Miller's rest. Reminded me why I felt that tight burn across my shoulders, why standing up straight ached right down to my thighs.

"Nothin a hot shower and coffee won't fix..." I said, "Ada if you're worried about your big brothers I'll let you cook us breakfast if you like... how about something hearty eh?" I asked her with a teasing smile, relief washing over me when she gasped, astounded and biting back a giggle when she hit me with the baggy sleeve of her dressing gown.

"Get fucked Tommy..."

But our jokes weren't enough to quell Aunt Pols concerns, not enough to pacify her and so when Arthur and I headed for the spa to soak ourselves in warmer water, thaw our batter bodies out for an hour, she followed me, rushing to keep up with me as I tried to lose her.

"Thomas! Thomas I don't like this... this is a bad idea Thomas.."

"Pol," I sighed, "Pol following us in here is a bad idea..." I said resting my hand on her shoulder in the doorway to the health suite. My grip was light but firm and it stopped her. Left her looking up at me stubborn and shadowy as ever.

"You won't get her back if you go tonight..." she said finally, holding my gaze, threatening me with her coal black eyes.

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lads I just had a birthday and I don't know what the FUCK I'm doin

I mean I know what I'm doin but I don't know what I'm doin on so many accounts:

1 ) HEALTH. am I healthy? I've been eating less and smoking a Lot. I just got an elliptical so I'm trying to move more and get my lungs moving. I still have the daydream about smashing my bong into pieces and giving up smoking by force. I'm sick of the tightness in my chest, I'm sick of the overthinking, I'm sick of my brain feeling like it's in the washing machine.

2 ) HOME. I want to be happy at home. I want to bring my parents peace of mind. but I also want to live my Self. I want to help them but I can't help them. I need to feel like I can separate work from home. I want to get an office but it will max out my budget for longer than I want; and money might get tight soon.

3 ) SOCIAL MEDIA. Generally? To hell with it. But I wanna make it better. I wanna make it how I want to make it: my thoughts, my progress, sharing experience, and reaching out. NOT advertising. NOT trying to be popular. same ol Stupid thoughts turned Real for the sake of making other laugh or relate to those who feel similarly. making fun stories and sharing them. taking stupid ideas and making them stupider with friends. I don't need to be my perfect self. I don't need to be a specific way. I wanna be my stupid slot machine personality of a self and explode ten-thousand ways and let those who wanna stay, stay. tumblr's a place where our fixations wander, people come and go, and we customize our shit, I'm not worried so much about that. but the book? god I gotta clear out people I don't want to hear from, and be the chatterbox I love to be with the people who understand me, or at least want to hear from me. I just need it changed.

4 ) MUSIC. I'm sitting by an instrument I want to practice, and a brand new instrument for fun. They're hobbies that bring me a sort of silence, a concentration that puts the noise of thoughts to rest. I want to do more of it. I want to be On myself to play a little each day. to think about it each day. It's something I want to share, too. It's something I want to grow. I gotta choose them over my other vices.

5 ) ART. When it comes to making the New Game, there's a lot of experimentation. I have a Plan but I feel like I'm staring at the start line. I really really really want to share this experience with you all, and I need to get over my perform-y perfectionist-y ways and just hit the Live button and have at it whenever I want to make progress. But that too feels like it needs a better routine schedule?? I'm fighting against my work hours and my Garbage Attention Span Pace to see what schedule works best for me. Of all things I just wish people WANTED a specific way about it, this day that day these hours this objective blahblahblah. it feels like I need a manager for F u n . T wT

6 ) GAMES. Same for this, I play a lot of stuff and sneak in 15-40min rounds of stuff all the time. There are plenty times I'd rather be streaming, but sometimes I get self-conscious about my friends/work seeing my 'slacking' in this or that. So my favorite thing ever became this guilty pleasure- when not long ago I was pretty damn okay with NEETing the fuck up and playing with friends forever. I wanna get rid of this guilt, and have FUN when playing. And I just know I have a lot more fun when it's sharing the game.

----

my life is full of Things To Do. I'm just severely missing the time structure, and the timeplanning shit i'm trying to do aint cutting it. I want to fit all this in:

4-6 hours of Work [if assigned]

45min of Bass/Drums practice

60min of 3D modeling

2+ hours of project progress

some kinda exercise for an hour

and I know my dumbass will want to play a game in between those tasks. I haven't been able to get a day that yet. so far I've felt like I've been in Festivity month. There's so much I wanna do. and so much to move forward on.

but for the love of god someone get this schedule out of my hands

#how do you Manage this... Time #post all your unhinged knowledge on ya birthboy #personal #rant #bardlike

[soldier-requests]

Hello, Soldier!! I am a normal person!!!! You have never met me before ever!!!!

That being said; could I get a good-old-fasioned Bakugo Katsuki(MHA) rollswapped with Demoman(TF2)? Art and/or writing is preferred!! You're stuff is always the best^^ ,,,,I MEAN. ITS COOL. I wouldn't know how it always is because i have never met you before. Ever.

[LOL I'm so funny. Hai, Soldier, it's your wolfboy.]

hello!!! ah yes i've obviously never met this guy in my life 👍. hello random stranger! [gets u /silly]

also how dare you take advantage of my indesiciveness...../joke LOL i don't mind doing both. i just generally prefer separate asks for requests, is all.

but thank you for the compliments ^_^. i appreciate the attention /silly.

ok now on to the actual request stuffs :].

as always, please do not repost my work/art!

here are two chibi doodles of demoman as bakugo, and bakugo as demoman! a transparent background is on the left, and a colored background is on the right:

and here is a small writings in the MHA/BNHA universe of demoman as bakugo, featuring kirishima!

Red Hair comes scrambling behind him to catch up, "Hey! Bakubro! Hold up, hold up- do you actually already catch criminals?? Or were you joking?"

"What?" Bakugo chuckles, shaking his head. "Hell yeah I do, mate. Been doin' this since I was a wee babbie!"

"Wh- like, before you got your Quirk??"

Bakugo nods, feeling rather smug.

"Dang-! What were your parents thinking??"

Bakugo just shrugs, "I've no idea. Tell me when ya find out, yeah? Anyway-"

He pulls out a flask from inside his school uniform and takes a swing, then wordlessly offers it to the other boy, whose eyes are as wide as saucers.

"You- you had this on you the entire time?! You could get kicked out of UA, or-"

"Shut yer trap," Bakugo huffs. "I know what I'm doin' more than you do, Red Hair. You want some or not?"

Kirishima makes a disgusted face, but steels himself and grabs the flask anyway. He stares at it for a moment, but before Bakugo can say anything he quickly takes a small drink.

Immediately, Red Hair's eyes start to water and he coughs into his elbow.

Bakugo laughs, slapping the other boy's back. "It's alright lad, poppin' the martini or whatever is always rough-!! Ha!!"

"Hilarious," Red Hair chokes out. "Do y- do you have water or something???"

That makes Bakugo burst out into laughter.

Kirishima huffs and wipes his eyes, "You asshole-"

"One and only!" Bakugo jokes. "C'mon, lemme take you to my place and give ya something to get that taste out of your mouth. You're like a sad dog, I feel bad for ya."

Kirishima rolls his eyes, but follows anyway.

#writing | ''...Have you seen a journal with a TARDIS cover on it by any chance?'' #doodles | ''As long as they aren't alive; I think we're good.'' #request accepted | ''Allons-y; Allonzo!'' #mhakin #mha kin #tf2kin #tf2 kin #tf2 fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnhakin #bnha kin #anonymous request

[glamrockfoxy-official]

OMG HI- its been so long! How are you friend! ^^ (I got too excited to see the notif pop up that u posted lmao)

We've been doin' great lad! Moved plexes actually

Speak for yourself Foxy, I've been exhausted. It is good to see some familiar faces though, even if the move and holidays were hectic.

#glamrock foxy #foxy answers #aidrien supernova #aidrien answers #@im0ddboi

[eledhrim]

#how u doin lads #my brain is going thru something so i’m kinda feeling everything and nothing at all at the same time #it’s probably just depression but weird times anyway #goofy floating in the pool #contacted my uni about starting my studies again and gonna see someone tomorrow. i’m absolutely terrified! #really don’t know if i’m up to it but oh well. could at least try. and fail gloriously probably #also turns out my tumor hadn’t actually grown the docs just felt like giving me another mental breakdown for memes for sumthing idk #wow this post has no point but what’s different eh #i’m alive send tweet #hope u all are safe. hands u a fruit of your choosing #laila babblin #also uhh dont reblog why in the fuck would you even???

[pistolslinger]

MY love language is being gently pspspspsps’d at from afar and perhaps offered delicious things to eat / absorb while other ppl firmly do not try to touch and / or domesticate me

#idk what u would call this tho #OOC TAG ... ' say natasha backwards. #anyway. how r we doin tonight lads #im experiencing . everything at once‚ due to being gifted adhd at birth

[mjulmjul]

it’s been a long week

#angels #doodles #supernatural #vent art #digital art #artists on tumblr #alt caption: feelin a bit rough tonight lads how u doin in this pandemic #o yea ok to reblog ofc

[arcadequeerz]

how r u lads today.?

#Cade.txts #checkin on m followers how r u lads doing? #how r my mutuals doin? friendos? ilu #all sm. i hope ur staying Safe.

[chaosbcund]

*:･ﾟ✧ im too lazy to put this on his bio doc rn but small thing i wanna make v clear: fleetway is NOT sonic. he is his OWN ENTITY--- chaos energy made SENTIENT. he may share appearances with sonic, as well as know of certain memories from when they co-existed in his body and even takes up the title of super sonic and refers to himself as such (as, well, that’s what he IS)--- he is NOT his universe’s sonic--- or any other universes version of sonic. fleetway is fleetway.

#《 ♛. eat my ass spirits! 》 (ooc) #《 ♛. a crown for chaotic king 》 (headcanons) #obviously ofc the memory thing doesnt apply to any other nyoom boys other than his own universes..... #unless u count fleetway in ur canon. idc either way #but just (jazz hands) #he still carries the super sonic name but he doesnt *have* to be called that #he can just be called fleetway in and out of interactions n shit #he'll call himself that too just so its known hes *not* sonic #if any of that..... makes sense? #im doin my best out here lads #ALSO ITS FINE IF UR MUSES CONFUSE THE TWO idk how i originally forgot to mention this #but ye its fine if they get confused for each other n vice versa #i just want it to be known hes His Own Thing

[dyrwoodan]

i don't always love dragon age but when i do it's because i remember that morrigan exists

#fern.txt #like. ive been feeling very distant from those games lately #since i havent played them lol #but also tbh because it's just....... eh. mixed feelings. annoying. idk idk #but then i see morrigan on my dash and i'm like... oh i love dragon age actually it's my favourite series #same goes for fenris and anders and alistair. in that order. #but morrigan though........... if you're out there... i have feelings for u :/ #you see lads? i'm getting better because i can make text posts again hello how are u doin

[player1064]

for drabbles just anything with sir alex finding out about carraville it’s never mentioned enough and just the idea of him or keano finding out and being all ‘we don’t mind you’re gay but a scouser really??’ is hilarious to me :)

YESSSS I love fics like that you're right it's such an underused idea... I feel like keano's reaction would be funnier wheras sir alex is just like. 'i can't believe I have to deal with these stupid boys'...

here ya go!

---

“Carragher, get your filthy Scouse hands off me or I swear to god I’ll –” Gary starts, before he has to cut himself off with a gasp when Carragher’s teeth scrape the base of his throat.

Carragher looks up at him, a wicked glint in his eye, “or you’ll what?”

“Fuck, I don’t –” he feels himself squirming under Carragher’s touch, desperate for more – just more, but painfully aware of where they are, of how little time they have before someone notices they’re gone. “You fucking bastard, how many times’ve I gotta tell ya, not at Old Trafford.”

“Oh, so you’re fine fuckin’ me in the physio room at Anfield, but I can’t even kiss ya when we’re in Manc territory?”

“Like kissin’ is all you’re angling for, greedy fuck,” argues Gary, pulling him in for a rough kiss to prove his point. Or maybe just to kiss him. He does have lovely lips, when he’s not using them to talk.

Carragher presses a palm to the front of Gary’s shorts, his thumb brushing gently over the hard line of his dick. He smirks into the kiss, murmurs, “like it’s all you’re anglin’ for, you slag.”

Gary almost relents. You can hardly blame him, he’s not got off in weeks, and if beating Liverpool at Old Trafford’s not a turn on then he doesn’t know what is.

Except, except, he hears someone yelling in a familiar Scottish accent through the wall, and he freezes in place.

“Carragher,” he bites out.

Carragher, to his credit, immediately removes his hands from Gary’s body and takes a step back. “I know, I know. I’ll go first, shall I?”

“No, ‘cause then he’ll see – then he’ll know we were both –”

“Fine, so you go.”

“But then what if he asks what I were doin’ in here, and he looks, and you –”

“Oh my god, lad, make a decision! Your gaffer’s lookin’ for ya, you’re gonna get a bollocksing if you don’t get out there soon, so go.”

“Fine. Fine, yeah. I’ll go,” he says, and he goes to step out the door of the storage room only to be met with –

“Hiya, boss,” he squeaks.

Sir Alex looks at him, frowning, then he looks into the room behind him and Gary finds himself wishing he could just sink into the floor.

“So this is what y’think is more important than the team talk, then?”

“Um,” says Gary.

Sir Alex lets out a long, slow, breath, then fixes Gary with an unreadable stare. “None of my business, Gary, but not at a game, not here, and not him. Got it?”

Gary nods, not trusting himself to speak, then sheepishly follows Sir Alex back to the dressing room, sparing an apologetic glance back towards Carragher.

Once he’s out the shower and getting dressed, his phone pings with a text and he flips it open, fighting back a smile when he sees who it’s from.

> c u @ urs l8r?

>> ofc <3

#had to include a bit of terrible text speak... oh how i long for the pay per character t9 texting of the 2000s #thank you for the suggestion!!! I was gonna go more comedic but i do not ever get to choose what direction my fics go in. rip #carraville #drabbles

[bloodrock-lobster]

follow for more thought provoking tweet

#im so tired lads let me tell u #coffee is like #coma inducing for me i guess #and some how id forgotten #ic an barely type #words words #doin this on Mobile i hope it LOOK OK

[onebizarrekai]

haha this is out of nowhere but wow, dang! i haven't visited your blog in almost two years! maybe over two years? i'm not sure. it's been quite a while, but i definitely think i haven't really interact with your blog for just almost two years.

anyway, ayo i'm an old fan. i came from around the dreamswap era bc haha ofc im a utau fan but i wanted to let you know that, wow. you're one of the first people who got me into fandom—if not like the first. like i had such a huge dreamswap hyperfixation and loved ibvs until i started getting into My Hero™

honestly it's insane seeing how much your blog has progressed over the years. ur art and music is super cool m8, and you seem to be working yourself out and living life to the fullest u can milk out of it. like yo! you're actually so cool. you were super cool to me then, and ur still super cool to me now

hell i got a lot of inspo to start writing and drawing from you too. like i participated in the first ibvs week thing and it feels so long ago now. but it's good to see old blogs you used to follow once in a while, and i feel like seeing ur name is a hard punch in the good w/ nostalgia. im into minecraft youtubers now, and the community's rlly nice. and sometimes i remember yo, lad, buddy u started ur fandom journey on tumblr at onebizarrekai. and i feel like i should say smthn about it. holy shit i even met a number of my friends of three years because of you, and we're still buds!

all in all: you're amazing, and so is everything you make. keep going hun! you've affected the people around you a lot more than you realize

bursts into tears?? I got this message last night right before I went to bed and this is literally so so so sweet. thank you for sending it!! 💛💛💛 my god… I'm just… gets really emotional

thank you for taking the time to send this, it really means a lot to me!! it's crazy how time just flies, y'know? I'm happy to be able to share stuff that makes other people happy by just being here doin my thing! :’D I hope you're having an awesome fandom adventure!

#asks #happy stash #I can forgive tumblr for removing the ask character limit #thank you for sending me this :')

[moon-ursidae]

TBOBF FINALE SPOILERS

-HERE WE FUCKIN GO LADS

-i think i’m gonna shit my pants i’m so hype

-oh shit the aftermath

-WHERE IS MAX REBO

-AND GARSA?????

-HEYYYYYY DIN DJARINNNNNNNN

-ope financial disputes

-“when he arrives…” girl IF he arrives

-i’ll laugh so hard if they just fuckin shrug and walk out

-CAD BANE CAD BANE CAD BANE

-BSBSKABSKABAKSBKABSKSBSK

-PYKES AND THE MAYOR????? AYO???

-WHAT THE FUCK

-how the fuck do they know they’re gonna be in the sanctuary ruins

-“in the name of honor” i’m scared

-aHskansksbksnskd XWING

-LUKE BACK ON TATOOINE???? IN MOS EISLEY????

-KABSKAVAKSBSKSBKABSKSBS

-WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

-PELIIIIIIIII YEA

-GROGUUUUUUUUUUU

-AHHHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA

-wait what the fuck where is luke

-OHHHHH R2 took him there i’m dumb

-HE CHOSE MANDO FUCK YEAAAAAA

-or did he??? what the fuck am i saying of course he did

-SHE SAID IT SHE SAID GROGU

-HE DID CHOOSE MANDOOOOOOO

-YENSBDBDBHDJBDB I’M SCREECHING

-“baby’s gotta eat” DAMN RIGHT

- peli knows the way to grogu’s heart

-DIN IS GONNA BE SO HAPPY

-fennec is so hot

-both of em w the leg up? HOT AND SEXY

-i’m still not over these speeders

-QUICK REFLEXES HOT

-OKDBDHHDHDBBXHXHX

-CADE AND BOBA FACE OFF?????

-my money is on fennec and din sorry but not really💅🏻

-oh shit he’s goin for the low blow w his tribe

-fennec knows shit’s gonna go down

-OH FUCK IS THIS GONNA HAPPEN??

-WAIT IS COBB ACTUALLY DEAD????

-yeaaaa fennec

-“we all do” i fuckin love that shit he accepts it bc it’s okay to be badass AND soft

-oh shit??

-IT’S A TRAP

-KRRSANTAN IS ON HIS OWN SOMEONE HELP HIM OUT PLEASE

- i have a bad feeling about this….

-NOT THE GAMORREANS

-YEA FENNEC SO HOT SO SEXY

-SOMEONE HELP KRRSANTAN PLEASE BRO

-FENNEC IS SO HOT DUDE

-i’m so scared ya’ll i want everyone to come out of this alive

-“i’m with you until we both fall” WITH THE MUSIC IN THE BACK AHHHHH

-“we’ll both die in the name of honor” DIN PLEASE SIR GROGU IS ON PLANET PLZ BE CAREFUL

-“this is the way” with the fuckin armorer hammer sound after it AHHHHHHHHHH the score is phenomenal

-“if i may offer an alternative” PFFFFF I’M WEAK

-he was really about to storm out there guns blazing

-this twi is gonna die as soon as he steps out

-oh shit

-YEAAAAAA BOBA

-AND DIN????

-JETPACK DUO HOLY FUCKKKKKK

-THIS IS SO SICK

-GUYS PLEASE GET BACK INSIDE

-FREETOWN PEEPS HELL YEAAAAA

-THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD

-IS COBB OKAY THO?

-IS HE ACTUALLY FUCKING DEAD?????

-omg wait you can see through the visor hehehe lil peek

-all the reinforcements comin in fuck yea

-KRRSANTAN IS OKAY FUCK YEAAAAAAAAA

-WAIT IS HE THOUGH????

-OMG PLEASE

-din and boba know this shit ain’t over

-WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE????

-this is some video game shit

-“we got reaall problems”

-HOLY FUCK THEY’RE LIKE THE DROIDS FROM THE PREQUELS…BUT SO MUCH FUCKIN BIGGER

-i’m scared this isn’t gonna go well

-like i know din is gonna be okay bc s3 but i’m still worried

-DARKSABER TIME BABYYYYYY YEAAAA

-this is the loudest i’ve heard din speak literally ever oh my god

-DIN PLEASE BE CAREFUL

-KRRSANTAN ALSO BE CAREFUL

-PELIIII PLEASE

-the way he literally fucking screamed for her to turn around he’s being so loud this ep i like it

-THE WAY HE JUMPED ON YEAAAAA

-OH MY GOD REUNION

-GROGU J U M P E D INTO HIS ARMS

-STOPPPPPP

-DIN IS SO HAPPY

-HE GOT SO SOFT SO FASTTTTTTT

-OH MY GOD

-PLEEAAASSSEEEEEE

-“you got the shirt.” JSBSHHDHHDHDHEJHEHS

-HE CAUGHT HIM MID AIRRR

-THE RANCORRRRRRRRRRRRR

-OH MY GOD YEAAAAAAAAAA

-THE FAN ART WAS TRUEEE

-HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS THE MOST EPIC SHIT I’VE EVER SEEN

-YEAAAAA DIN

-GROGU WHAT YOU DOIN DAWG

-GOGURT??

-YEAAAAAAA SAVE UR DAD AGAIN

-damn he’s hella smart

-“do it” IMMEDIATE FUCKING CARNAGE

-OH MY GOD

-THIS IS LIKE THE MOST EPIC SEQUENCE OF STAR WARS I’VE EVER WITNESSED

-i would very much like to see drash and jo together more

-PLEASE DON’T KILL THE RANCOR I WILL BE SO UPSET

-THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING CARNAGE THAT IS THIS EPISODE IS FUCKING INSANE

-GODDAMN

-YEAAAAAA PELI

-WILHELM SCREAMMMMM

-he cheemp he chomp

-oh shit cad bane

-PLEASE DON’T HURT THE RANCOR

-oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

-quit hittin his soft spot my guy

-cade bane is always lookin to duel someone

-YEAAAAAAAAAA USIN TUSKEN WEAPONS AGAINST HIM HAHAHA

-DID HE JUST FUCKIN KILL CAD BANE??

-oh shit boba COME GET YO FUCKIN DOG BRUH

-damn this king kong reboot looks great

-THE BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

-OH MY GOD DIN?????

-“your old man’s crafty” INDEED HE IS

-HELMET??? COMIN OFF???

-DIN GET UP

-IT’S LIKE THE MUDHORN ALL OVER AGAIN OH MY GOD

-EVEN THE SAME SCORE PLAYING AHHHH

-FUCK YEA GROGU LET’S GO

-they grow up so fast🥺

-naptime

-HE SNUGGLED IN TOWARD THE RANCOR🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

-fennec is about to wreck ass

-DUDE THE FUCKIN CARNAGE THIS EP??

-awwwwww wait this is so cute ppl actually see him as daimyo now

-the music is so cute

-THE MEILOORUN FRUIT

-YEAA THE MANDO MUSIC MIXED IN

-CHILLS

-wait so are they alluding that din is gonna help run tatooine? they played his music after she said that?? and that happened at the end of ep4 👀

-PLEASE TELL ME HE’S IN THE GODDAMN DROID PORT

-YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

-OMG THE TAPPING ON THE GLASS I CAN’T

-“no.” *tap tap* “nuh huh” *more angry tapping* “no.” *even more angry tapping* “alright”

-literally father and son this is fantastic

-THEN HITTING THE THRUSTERS

- OH MY GOOOODDDDDDDDD

-POST CREDS HERE WE GO

-I FUCKIN KNEW HE WAS ALIVVEEEEEE YEAAAA BABY

-THUNDERCATTTTTTTT AHHH

HOLY FUCKING SHIT YA’LL. that was fucking insane. incredible. holy fucking shit. i’m gonna need like 6 months to recover from that. goddamn. so epic. so much happened. fuckin hell. i HAVE to rewatch that later. jesus christ. what a time to be alive, and a star wars fan. JESUS CHRIST. what the fuck do i do now????

#tbobf spoilers #the book of boba fett spoilers #tbobf #the book of boba fett #holy fucking shit #holy hell #what the fuck #brain no work anymore #that was so epic #and so hot #and sexy #jesus fucking christ

[seagull-scribbles]

Lad u still doin the hc asks thing? Can I request Rouge bc i love her

Anything for you queen xx

1.sexuality headcanon

I'm not fussed by my faves are when she's at least one of the following:

Bisexual, Lesbian, Asexual or Aromatic

2. Otp

I don't have one but out of all the ships I see a lot of cute stuff of her and Wave. IDK I kind of just like Rouge being single and thriving (like me brhajsbwjaj)

3. Brotp

Obviously Team Dark. I can't stress enough how great their found family dynamic is. BE GAY, DO CRIME, BE A SPY,

4.notp

I don't hate it but I will say the Sonic X ver. Of SA2 made me ship Knuckles and Rouge, but I have evolved passed that lmao

5. First headcanon that pops into your head

Being a bat she is sensitive to the sun and has amazing night vision. Team dark don't really use the lights in their apartment because they can all see in the dark. Someone tried to break in once and they all hid to suprise attack the intruder in different rooms. It was a fun evening :)

6. One way in which I relate to this character

I relate Rouge to one of my bestest friends so I don't relate to her at all tbh. I see a lot of fan content about Rouge dragging shadow to G.U.N so she can rub her employee of the month award into a different employees face..... it's not a good trait to have but I am also that smug and petty......

7. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

I will never get over in SA2 when SEGA where like:

we need Knuckles to save Rouge.

Should he shield her from an attack from a laser on the ship? Should he push her off a panel that reveals a trap door?

He catches her when she falls 😌

B-but she can fly

I know 😌💕

8. Cinnamon roll or problematic favel?

Rouge is a Cinnamon roll and I love her so so much XXX

#ask #plz-let-me-nap #rouge the bat #headcanons #babes your the friend i associate with rouge #i love you so much mwah

[childish-ish]

my mom wont let me get anymore monster :\

pairing: billy lenz x reader

aha, part two of that last one. also im not very good at part 2s if you can't already tell, anywas for uhhhhh @walt25​ this is for u chief

also sorry again if i butchered his fucking uhh personality, its how i now write him lmfao,,, him talking in fucking..... 3rd pov hehe.

requests open....,,,, pleaase,,,,, request a slasher... ... 

also michael x reader and jason x reader fics coming soon lmfao.

You had to be an absolute fucking idiot to not notice the signs.

I mean - you didn't notice it at first, because you are an absolute fucking idiot - but then you actually saw something - someone, rummaging around in the fridge.

Like any normal - sane person would, you quickly retreat to your room after seeing an unknown man in the kitchen. An actual man with frizzy untamed hair and all-black clothing, save for a dark green sweater. Did he even have shoes on? You didn't really care enough to actually stay and analyze the man.

Again, like any normal, sane person would do, you call the police. You didn't recognize the large body to be anybody of Kappa-Sig, so you immediately dialed the number of emergency - ahaha, just kidding!! You aren’t a fucking normal and sane person! What you do is actually get a camera and step out of your room.

Stepping down the stairs quietly in your socked feet - avoiding the creaky stairs.

Ah, but alas. Once you peek into the kitchen, the male was gone. You drop your camera - screeching in pain as the fucking thing lads on your goddamned foot. "FUCK!" You cried out, crouching and dropping to sit on your bottom.

The other girls were at school that day - some had free periods and doing whatever. You skipped. Knowing you would have to pay something to someone for skipping a singular day.

Later that same day - The Moaner called, shortly after you falling on your ass. You immediately crawled towards the front door and picked up the phone.

The conversation went something like this;

"what did you do to the baby, billy?"

"yeah what'd you do to the fucking baby, billy."

"where's anges, billy..?"

"ayo, wheres anges?! WHO THE FUCK IS ANGES??? you been cheating on me billy?? oh wait if you're mocking a voice of one of your parents - maybe even a babysitter or guardian. then.. anges is your sister. or friend?? dude o-m-g what im like, a detective doin' some detective work n' shit."

"y/n.. where's billy?" he asked in that wailing.. high-pitched voice.

"oh shit, you know my name? ion know bro.. wheres billy? wheres billy..?!" You repeat.

"billy knows what you did last night..." He spits into the phone. "pretty pink cunt. pretty cunt. pretty pretty pretty pretty..."

Anyways. You had called him a little bitch and he hung up. You guess if Billy really did know what you did, he would've had to be there to see it. Somewhere. LATER THAT DAY - Present time.

You had a little alone time despite being alone the entire day. you catch my drift?

You cleaned yourself up and had disposed of the towel you placed under yourself, not wanting to dirty or piss accidentally on your bed.

Soon, you were drawing on the floor, fucking around with waterpaints - when the goddamned phone rang. A string of curses fall from your lips.

As you took a single step outside your room, the ringing stopped for one moment, before starting up again.

Quickly, you step out fully and jogged down the hallway. Peering down the stairs to see a - well. That figure from earlier - from the kitchen. You take two steps down the stairs.

"AYO?" You shout, immediately putting up your defences. "you know, ive read about this somewhere." You narrow your eyes, squinting at the male.

"ayo - ayo chill." You take a stumbling step backwards as he twitched, falling onto your ass, your ankle rolling. You curse before peeking up -

"Oh FUCK - oh FUCK??" You realize, he was halfway up the stairs. Oh my fucking god, where were the goddamned other girls. School still? What time was it? Fuck you don't know.

"Billy.. Billy likes you. Billy likes pretty piggy. Pretty p - piggy cunt." He spits out the last letter.

"You know what Billy. I like you too. You're pretty chill." You let him come closer, dominate hand clenched in a fist by your side. You let him take a few steps closer. The deranged male looms over you. His peach.. sickly yellow skin. Crazy brown eyes peer into your own.

"billy knows what you're doing. billy doesn't like it."

You sweat under the pressure. "What the fuck - ?" You let the curse slip past by your lips as the male falls onto you. You scream in surprise as the male practically dry humps against your hips slowly.

Pushing him away, you hear the front door open.

"Y/n!" You recognize the voice as Barb. The male glares angrily into your eyes, a warning for something, then scrambled off you and quietly scuttles down the hallway. You wonder where he goes.

"Dude!" You shout out from the floor, before pushing yourself up. "Holy shit you would not believe what happened - " You pause immediately. You were sure he could hear you. You change the subject.

"Bro nevermind i’m going to sleep again don’t fucking bother me!"

"I'll tell the other girls then!" Barb called back. You see her wave lazily before she leaves your line of view.

You scrambled down the hallway, to your room.

Where this little goddamned fuck was fucking with your water paints. Once you had entered the room, his attention was solely on your figure.

"OI!" You whisper-shout. His eyebrows jump up in confusion. "Stop fucking with that!"

Billy leaps away, onto your bed. He bounces for a few moments before you drag your attention back to your paints. You immediately began to clean up.

Once finished, you turn your bitch-ass attention to little Billy.

“Billy. How’d you get in the house fool? Oh wait, if you were actually forreal rummaging through out fucking fridge then.. do you live here?”

“billy’s been here forever. billy doesn’t like sharing his house. billy likes you.”

“damn lmao. thanks chief. anyways don’t kill me or ill fucking fuck you over from the other side.”

“billy likes pretty piggy.” he said ferociously.

“cool. anyways,”

you begin to ramble on to the male, asking him questions here and there about why he was there and why the fuck didn’t he kill you, you got the same answers as before, going on and on as you lie next to the seated, criss-crossed legged male, an arm behind your head as you tell him about your favorite shit to do and such.

Soon, it was okay. Billy was chill enough to actually not kill you, he told you in broken words that he lived there like he fucking said before but you don’t listen lmfao, he had hung around you alot when you had gotten home from your classes, sometimes waking up to the male besides you when you wake - you had caught him watching you shower, and offered him a shower as well. With no hesitation, he stripped and hopped it, immediately groping your body as his tongue licked upon the skin on your neck. It was a weird - sexual yet friendly relationship. You literally had no idea where this was gonna go,

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