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omgkatherine01 · 2 months

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Between Your Wings - Chapter 1: Supply Run

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Chapter 2

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female reader x Rick Grimes (slow burn)

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Twenty-nine days.

Twenty-nine days since the world ended, and the dead came.

Twenty-seven days since you have lost your adoptive parents, Elliot and Olivia, in Atlanta.

Twenty-seven days since you've met two brothers, Merle and Daryl Dixon.

Twenty-five days since the three of you met other survivors and made together a camp outside the city.

Twenty-nine days since the world went to shit.

"Hey, find anything?"

You looked over to your friend, Glenn as he tugged on his backpack over his shoulder while walking toward you.

"Just a couple of comic books for Carl, and a couple of water bottles," you answered as you put the books in your backpack.

Since you made a camp outside the city, you volunteered to do supply rans for the group to grab some stuff from inside the city, and your new friend that you made at the first day at camp was Glenn, he volunteered to go with you.

So, the both of you would go to the city a lot, but this time you brought a few people along which you thought wasn't the best idea.

So, you all agreed that you and Glenn would look inside a few stores while the others would wait on top of the office building. While you were away from the camp, the kids in the camp, especially Carl, Lori's son, were watching over your puppy Max, an Australian Shepherd dog which you received from your father on your 21's birthday a month before the outbreak.

"What about you?" you asked, walking to the exit with Glenn. "Found something?"

"Just a couple of cans, oh, and got you this." You looked over and saw him digging into his backpack. He pulled out a sketch book, and you smiled as he held it out to show you. "Got you three more, and a couple of pencils and markers."

"You're the best," you complimented.

Glenn grinned as he put the sketch book back into his backpack, "I try," he said as he zipped his backpack.

Bang!

You both paused immediately when you heard gun shots. You glanced at Glenn and quickly stepped out. Glenn closed the door after you and you both ran to the staircase that leaded to an alley.

You peered over and saw a young man dropping from his horse and shooting around at walkers. "What's he doing?" you hissed.

Glenn didn't answer and you didn't expect an answer, both of you watched the man crawling under the tank. "What is he doing?" Glenn asked now.

"Dumbass," you muttered as you peered down and around nervously as walkers crawled around the now dead horse and the tank.

"Look, look," Glenn said as he tapped on your shoulder. You quickly looked back at the tank and saw the guy opening the hatch and shoot a walker near him before closing the hatch again. "What do we do?"

"We got to help him," you said. You unzipped your backpack and pulled out your CB Walkie. "We can't just leave him like that."

"Can you connect it to the radio in the tank?" Glenn asked as you zipped the backpack and stood up, playing with the walkie.

"Let's find out," you muttered yet you were confident you could. A few seconds of silent and you got statics. "Guess my nerdy skills still handy, huh?"

"You didn't hear me complaining of your awesome skills yet, right?" he said, and you felt your cheeks heating up by the compliment.

You cleared your throat before speaking into the Walkie, "Hey, you. Dumbass. Hey, you in the tank. Are you cozy in there?" There was no answer, so you tried again, "Hey. Are you alive in there?"

"Hello? Hello?"

You glanced at Glenn and spoke in relief, "Good, you had me wondering for a second, thought you were dead."

"No, I'm still alive. Where are you? Outside? Can you see me right now?"

"Yeah, I can see you," you answered as you moved around Glenn and stepped to the side, "You're surrounded by Walkers. That's the bad news."

"There's good news?"

You glanced at Glenn and then away, "...No."

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here."

You frowned as you looked at the walkers, "You should see it from over here. You'd be having a major freak-out."

"Got any advice for me?"

You looked at the area as you answered, "Yeah, I'd say make a run for it."

The man in the radio paused before speaking again, "That's it? 'Make a run for it'?"

You rolled your eyes and spoke, "My way's not as dumb as it sounds, you've got eyes on the outside here. There's one Geek still up on the tank but the others have climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. With me so far?"

"So far."

"Okay, the street on the other side of the tank is less crowded. If you move now while they're distracted, you stand a chance. You got ammo?"

"In that duffel bag I dropped out there, and guns. Can I get to it?"

You shook your head lightly, "Forget the bag, it's not an option. What do you have on you?"

"Hang on," he said and there was a moment of silent. "I've got a Beretta with one clip, 15 rounds."

"Make 'em count. Jump off the right side of the tank, keep going in that direction. There's an alley up the street, 50 yards. I'll meet you there."

"Hey, what's your name?"

"No time for the introduction," you said, "Move, you're running out of time."

The radio cut off and you looked at Glenn, "Okay, go back to the others, I'll be right there."

"What? Wait, I'm gonna go with you."

"Glenn, no time. Go! I'll be fine."

You turned and jumped off the stairs. You ran around the corner as you heard more gun shoots. You reached to the alley and ran to the end.

The guy you saw ran around the corner, shooting walkers around before pointing at you. You quickly held up your hands, "Don't, not dead!"

He lowered his gun, and you nodded back to where you came from, "Come on! Come on!" You both ran into the alley as the guy continued to shoot walkers. "Stop shooting, you are getting their attention!" You called.

You climbed up the ladder and he followed. You reached to the top and looked at the guy when he got up. You looked down under the ladder and saw the Walkers gathered around it, trying to reach for the both of you.

You let out a breath and looked at the guy, "Nice moves there, sheriff. You the new one who come riding in to clean up the town?"

"It wasn't my intention," he said.

"Yeah, whatever," you said and pointed at him, "You're still a dumbass."

The guy held his hand out, "Rick. Thanks."

You glanced at his hand and shook it, "Audrey. You're welcome. But don't do that shit again. Just saying."

Rick let out a soft chuckle and nodded, "I'll remember that."

You peered down on the ladder before up at the roof. "Well..." You looked at Rick, "The bright side, it'll be the fall that kills us." You shrugged and climbed up the ladder and he followed you.

"Did you barricaded the alley?" he asked, his tone in his voice was impression as the two of you ran to the building.

"Can't take the credit, somebody did," you said, "I guess when the city got overrun. Whoever did it was thinking not many Geeks would get through."

You opened the hatch as he asked, "Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for me?"

"Call it foolish, naïve hope that if I'm ever that far up shit creek, somebody might do the same for me," you said and threw your backpack before you looked at him and shrugged, "Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you." You climbed down the ladder, and he followed and closed the hatch.

You grabbed your backpack and pulled it on your shoulders before you both ran to the back door of the clothing store as you spoke into the CB walkie, "Guys, I'm back with a guess and there are two walkers in front." You paused and held your arm out to Rick to stop as you looked at the two Walkers near the door. They turned and slowly walked toward you.

But then, the door opened, and Morales and T-Dog, came out with protective gear and baseball bats, beating the two Walkers in the heads. "Let's go!" you told Rick and ran to the door with him following behind.

"Morales, let's go!"

T-Dog and Morales ran into the building and closed the door. You turned to see everyone except for Merle there. You looked at Glenn in relief before at Andrea when the older woman pushed Rick to the wall and aimed her gun on him, "You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you."

"Just chill out, Andrea," Morales told her, "Back off."

"Come on, ease up," T-Dog told her.

"Ease up?" Andrea repeated, "You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of this stupid asshole."

"Andrea, hey, stop!" you said and moved between them. The gun was aimed to your chest instead of Rick's. "Enough. Or pull the trigger."

Andrea let out a shaky breath as she lowered her gun immediately after you said it. She glared over your shoulder at Rick and shook her head, "We're dead. All of us. Because of you."

"I don't understand," Rick said.

Morales walked up to Rick and leaded him away with you following, "Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies."

"You're okay?" Glenn asked you quietly as you followed behind.

You nodded and gave the older boy a small smile, "Yeah. I'm okay."

"You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving. You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral."

You all stopped at the window doors, and you saw the walkers were trying to get into the store, growling. "Every Geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds," T-Dog told Rick.

"You just rang the dinner bell," Andrea told him.

"Get the picture now?" Morales asked.

A few of the walkers were attempting to smash through the double set of doors to get to you all, and you stepped back.

"Oh God."

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" Morales asked.

"Trying to flag the helicopter," Rick answered.

"Helicopter?" T-Dog repeated. "Man, that's crap. There ain't no damn helicopter."

"I saw it," Rick said.

Morales turned to you, "Hey, Audrey, try that CB. Can you contact the others?"

"Others?" Rick asked as you held up your CB walkie. "The refugee Center?"

"Yeah, the refugee center," Glenn told him sarcastically. "They've got biscuits waiting at the oven for us."

You shook your head, "Got no signal. I'll try again on the roof."

There was a gunshot from above you on the roof and you looked up in annoyance while everyone else was freaking out. "Oh no," Andrea said, "Is that Dixon?"

"What is that maniac doing?" Morales asked.

"I'm going to kill Merle," you said in annoyance as you ran to the door, and the rest followed you. You got quickly to the roof to Merle and saw him shooting at walkers. "Merle! Cut it out!"

Merle stopped and turned to you as Morales shouted at him, "Hey, Dixon, are you fucking crazy?!"

Merle chuckled, "Huh? Hey! You ought to be more polite to a man with a gun!" He jumped off the edge of the roof, walking toward you. "Huh? Ah! Only common sense."

"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got, man," T-Dog told him, standing in front of him. "And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill."

"Hey, bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day," Merle said, pointing at Morales. "Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

"'That'll be the day?'" T-Dog repeated. "You got something you want to tell me?"

"Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it," Morales told him.

"No," T-Dog told him.

Rick stood beside you and looked at them in confusion. He turned to you, and you shook your head to not get involved in it.

"All right? It ain't worth it. Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

"You want to know the day?" Merle asked.

"Yeah," T-Dog told him.

"I'll tell you the day, Mr. 'Yo', it's the day I take orders from a nigger," Merle told him.

"Mother--" T-Dog started, throwing a punch at Merle, but Merle grabbed T-Dog's arm, and hit him with the rifle.

T-Dog fell to the floor as you called out, "Merle! Stop!" You shouted with Andrea but Merle punched Rick and Morales when they tried to get him off of T-Dog.

Merle kicked T-Dog in the sides a few times, punching him in the face, pulling out a gun, pointing it in his face. "No, no, no, please," Andrea told him. "Please."

Merle spit on T-Dog's shirt, rubbing it, "Yeah! All right!" He stood up, moving away. You, Glenn, Morales and Andrea moved to T-Dog's side, and you helped him to sit up. "We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh? Talk about who's in charge." Merle pointed the gun at all of you. "I vote me." He held up a hand. "Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands, huh? All in favor? Huh? Come on." You all slowly held up your hands. "Let's see 'em. Oh, come on. All in favor? Yeah. That's good. Now that means I'm the boss, right? Yeah. Anybody else? Hmm? Anybody?"

You saw Rick approaching him from behind, "Yeah."

Merle turned around, and Rick hit Merle over the head with the rifle, making him fell to the ground. Rick handcuffed Merle to a pipe as he yelled at him, "Who the hell are you, man?!"

"Officer friendly," Rick told him, grabbing Merle's gun, "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Screw you, man," Merle told him.

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point," Rick told him.

"Yeah?" Merle asked, "Well, screw you twice."

Rick pointed the gun at Merle, using his words from earlier against him, "Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense."

"You wouldn't," Merle told him, "You're a cop."

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his family," Rick told him, "Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that." Rick went through Merle's pockets, pulling out something, "Got some on your nose there."

Rick stood, walking away.

"What are you gonna do?" Merle asked. "Arrest me?" He chuckled. Rick walked to the edge, throwing what he found in Merle's pocket. "Hey! Dude, what are you doing? Man, that was my stuff! Hey!" Rick walked to the other side and Morales slowly followed him. "If I get loose, you'd better pray--Yeah, you hear me, you pig?! You hear me?!"

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welcome-to-green-hills · 4 years

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Have any headcanons on Sonic and the wild? Like during his survival in the woods, did he communicate or befriend other animals if he can understand Ozzie? Raccoons... ducks... turtles maybe?

Hmm, you would like to see some Feral Space Hog headcanons? Aww! I love it! Yes, I think that I can arrange something like that for you all for today/tonight...

Sonic is a top-notch forager. He is excellent in knowing what roots, tree nuts, herbs, berries, and insects are good to eat. Once collected, he would sort his items out and keep them stored in various containers and other shelves in his cave. He didn’t discover human food until a family left their picnic basket unattended at their camping site and ate all the contents inside. Since then, he would rise early, or leave in the middle of the night, and rummage through alleyways and corner stores at top speeds to take food.

Our lovable Space Hog learned how to communicate with the Animals in the forest way before he learned how to speak English and communicate with the humans.

Thanks to Longclaw’s teachings, Sonic was able to recall and categorize all the natural herbs, roots, and other essentials needed in case he came down with any sort of illnesses and injuries. He used to doubt himself for thinking that he would never use them, but Longclaw’s voice always nagged him in the back of the head to collect them just in case. Sonic was always quick to thank his lucky stars for having them on hand during harsh winters--especially cold and flu seasons.

Sonic Wachowski also loved to collect comic books from store fronts when no one was watching--he relates to The Flash and Captain America to most. Comic books are one of two main sources of how he learned to read and write, the other was eavesdropping on an elementary school where some classroom windows were opened. He frequented them every day for a couple of years and learned some basic human history.

Before discovering his cave, Sonic would build small shrubbery caves and dig holes to sleep in them for the night. He didn’t discover his cave until falling into it taking a late morning stroll in search of food.

The forest that surrounds the town of Green Hills is called The Great Forest, Knothole Village is a national park’s name that preserved chunk of land to honor the first settlers of the town while migrating up the state’s borders.

All of the items that he has in his cave were found along sides of streets, abandoned buildings, dumpsters, store fronts, stolen from Crazy Carl, or he was able to take a thing or two from the Donut Lord and Pretzel Lady when they weren’t looking.

Sonic is best friends with Harry T. Bigfoot. Harry is a chill hippie that always greets Sonic with a smile and makes him flower crowns. No one in town believes Sonic when he says that he knows Harry... not even Crazy Carl!

Sonic still has an enemy on Earth--those stupid squirrels. Evil squirrels. Never trust them.

Sonic did not sleep much while living in the cave. He had spent lots of hours trying to disguise it with moss, leaves, vines, and anything that he could find to make sure that it didn’t look like a cave. but he’s had many nights where he did not sleep. On average, he would sleep every other day and sleep a total of six hours... just enough to help him feel like he was secure in his cave.

He does contain many Earth hedgehog traits, such as a strong sense of smell and hearing. While tracking animals and humans, he often relies on his hearing and sense of smell to help him pinpoint if and where danger is around him. Sonic was trained how to do this by Longclaw--just a safety precaution she advised him to learn to help him track a certain clan if they’re near.

Growing up, Sonic had a rock pet named “Rocky.” Rocky went everywhere with Sonic, he still does. Sonic keeps Rocky in his backpack and takes him out to engage with Fred.

He does has a second cave that he’ prepared for himself in case he chose not to warp to the Mushroom Planet. He’s got a second one prepped with canned foods, some basic entertainment, and other essentials there to hide out in until he felt like it was safe for him to return to his true cave.

The hole above his cave is a newer edition. He added that feature himself one night hoping to see if he could spot his planet in the sky. The stars appeared the same, so did the sky and the moon... he does wonder just how far his planet was from Earth if Longclaw claimed that it was on the farthest side of the universe.

He loved the Summer and Fall months of the year. Those were the easiest seasons to live in as he stayed isolated in the forest. Sonic loves snow and rain, he loves the cooler air and the sun’s rays on his fur, but the changes of the seasons always caused problems for him living in his cave. Some days there would always be rain puddles in it, others snow or fallen leaves.Sometimes there were days where he couldn’t leave his cave due to the weather’s conditions outside. Fall and Summer were much easier to manage due to the weather patterns being predictable.

Sonic has no idea where Toby the Turtle is. Last when he saw Tony was when the USA Military apprehended him in the forest and Dr. Robotnik wanted to take him in for questioning.

Sonic has made friends with the animals in the forest, such as the birds and the bears, they all taught him at a young age how to find food in every nook and cranny, as well as let him stay in their burrows to keep him warm at night. Many animals also taught him what the humans were and told them to stay away due to them fearing that they’ll lose their homes from deforestation. Sonic vowed to each animal present that they wouldn’t lose their homes from the humans wanting to expand their town. He often tells Tom of the forest critters concerns and they’ve arranged something with the Mayor of Green Hills to keep the land sacred and replenished with new trees.

Sonic loves to take the time to explore the forest. He’s got a name for every tree, flower, rock, and mountain he sees. He’ll also mark off each familiar site with a piece of cloth he ties to the trunk of a tree... or he’ll put a sticker on it. Sonic will also make maps of the forest as well and likes to mark off what each section has the best food, herbs, and springs to lounge in.

His daily routine—if he slept that day—was wake up, do his morning stretches, take a quick jog around the state of Montana, bathe in the crystal waters of the lake nearby the entrance of town, quickly enter Jellee’s Donut Shoppe to snag a baked good, eat his breakfast on the rooftop of city hall to observe his favorite person work. Sometimes, if he caught Tom at a good time, he’d follow his police cruiser to the speed pit and play a quick game of “why-is-the-speedometer-going-bonkers-today?” with him before the end of his shift. He’s trend quietly to the Wachowski home just in time for movie night and return to his cave in the forest. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are reserved for his afternoon yoga session with Pretzel Lady.

Slugs, worms, flowers, bugs, fruits and veggies? Those are all things that Sonic loves to eat! On some occasion he’ll eat dried cat food, but it always tastes like there’s cat in it. Do not give Sonic catnip.

Although a very rare thing to see in the State of Montana, as well as the western part of the United States, Sonic loves to catch fireflies and play tag with them. He loves how gentle and warm they appear to be when they glow in the night’s sky and he loves how the glow from their body radiates a soft halo. He would never catch them in a Mason jar; he loves to cup them in his paws, make a wish, and set them free.So far, he can confirm that his wish came true...

Flower crowns. Love them. He makes them all the time in the forest and collects them. Give him one of the flowers in the forest and he’ll name every one and wear them in his spines.

Sonic mesures his growth by painting his paws and leaving the prints on the walls. He has no idea of how old he is, but he knows by the paw sizes that he is getting older and loves to see how much he’s grown.

The raccoons by the garage? Yeah, he’s the king of the trash pandas. Each one has a name: Joey, Monica, Chandler, Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe. They all obey Sonic when he asks them not to dig in the trash, they don’t with Tom. Joey likes to break into the house and steal Tom’s cake and watch TV.

Sonic has a soft spot for ducks. He built a small pond in the backyard of the house—with the help of Maddie—and he plays with them daily. They’re not allowed in the house, but he will sneak them in on occasion if it’s a rainy day and let them stay in his room.

Dequilling is a natural thing that Sonic will do. He does lose some of his spines, but he does manage to have them groomed when they start to fall. There is a catch to this, due to cultural beliefs of his species, the right to groom and style his spines must be done by a motherly figure, he always asks Maddie to brush his spines and help him style them up into a ‘do. This is how they’ve started to bond in the past.

Sonic does squeak when he’s excited, he’ll often squeak like an Earth hedgehog when he’s excited, happy, and annoyed. His squeaks and chirps are ways that he used to communicate on his home planet and will frequently use them around Tom and Maddie. Sometimes he forgets that they won’t always understand the exact words that he says, but the two of them know that their son is happy and they’re happy that he’s apart of their lives.

And finally, Sonic likes to take Tom and Maddie to tour the place where he once lived. When they camp out in the mountains, Sonic took it upon himself to fix up his owns cave and catered it to the three of them to spend the nights in. It’s small, but comforting. He figured that since Tom and Maddie made it a point to welcome him into their home and their family, he thought that he would try to do the same by fixing up the cave as a “vacation home” of sorts for them all. He has never been happier.

I’d like to thank @movie-robotnik-positivity for helping me out with some of these for the headcanons. Thank you so, so much! You‘re a very wonderful person and I love you! I love and appreciate you very much, Matt. I think that it would be very cool to see a bit more of Sonic’s past in the second film, don’t you? I would love to see what his life was like growing up in the forest and what he did before meeting Tom and Maddie. Mainly I’d like to see the growth of the character. Sonic’s a special bean and he needs love. Thank you for suggesting it!

Stay safe for me, okay?

You matter❤️

#sonic movie #mystery anon #off topic #space hog #donut lord #pretzel lady #gremlin space hog

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words-writ-in-starlight · 4 years

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Thank you so much for the graphic you shared about gender identity, with umbrellas (different anon). For about 1-2 years I've felt like I might be nonbinary -- it actually started when I read a sci-fi book about a world where there were men, women, people of a third gender, and people with no gender, and everyone was allowed to choose/figure it out at their own pace -- and I thought, "Wow, that sounds wonderful." And thoughts expanded from there. Sometimes I worry I'm making it up, though.

HERE’S THE DEAL, ANON

Actually there are three discrete deals, but here they are.

First of all, the question I always remind people to ask is--why would you be making it up? People make up things about their own identity for some kind of concrete benefit--if I decide to pass as cis, I’m doing it to protect myself on some level. So what would the benefit be? If you can’t think of one, maybe you’re not making it up. Trust yourself, sweetheart. If you doubt your own heart so much that you don’t believe that you know what sounds wonderful to you, then you may want to speak to someone about that. My guess is, though, that you just--don’t feel quite allowed. I feel you. It took me years to feel like I was allowed to call myself trans, and I needed to be kindly lectured by a stranger at Comic Con before I was able to get past that. So, here’s permission. You’re allowed. Try some stuff out! Experiment in small ways! See what feels good to you, what brings you joy! Trust yourself and take that joy when you find it!

Second of all, hell, listen, even if you try out whatever “being nonbinary” means to you and you go “hm, no, I actually don’t like this,” then...so what? What’s the problem? You’re not signing your life away to whatever gender you experiment with. You concluding you’re actually a trans man, or a demigirl, or that you’re just straight up cis and sometimes like to play around with how you present--none of that is hurting anyone. You’re not invalidating the existence of anyone else. You just tried something out and discovered it didn’t feel right and tried something different. Gender isn’t a lifetime contract, it’s a nice jacket. If you try it on in the store, you don’t have to buy it. If you buy it, you can return it. You can have nine jackets. You can have no jackets. It’s no one else’s problem how many jackets you have, or how long you try them out for.

And third, it is completely okay for you to take as much time as you need to figure out your own self. It’s hard to figure yourself out! Sometimes it’s a little scary, or a lot scary! Sometimes you have other shit to do! I distinctly remember starting my sophomore year of college and being halfway through a homework assignment when my brain very helpfully stopped doing biology and said, “You’re trans, you’ve never felt like a woman in your life even if I haven’t decided what the endgame is, and someday you might want to deal with that.”

And I set down my pencil and took some deep breaths and responded with, “Maybe so, brain, but honestly what I need to deal with right now is passing Cellular Biology because I fast-talked my way out of the intro classes, so how about we come back to this in a couple of years?” Said it out loud to my empty dorm room and everything. And went back to my damn homework.

And then I proceeded to Not Deal With It for the rest of college! I just! Didn’t! I didn’t interrogate anything about gender and I played the same shoddily constructed Star (Woman Edition) role I’d done my whole life and told everyone I was cis and finished my degree. And by the time I’d finished my degree I’d kind of gotten used to my brain putting on the Check Gender light every once in a while, so I cut all my hair off, got rid of all my dresses, stopped wearing heels, bought some binders and waistcoats, and explained the term “nonbinary” to my parents, over the course of about six months.

Sometimes shit takes time. Sit with it for as long as you need to. Try on some jackets. All your enby siblings are still going to be here and thrilled to have you when you’re ready.

#gender #nonbinary #genderqueer #nonbinary pride #queer #trans #queer as in fuck you #YOU'RE DOING FINE ANON #you're doing just fine #trust yourself! see what makes you happy! try makeup in your own bathroom! wear a binder around your room for a couple hours!#hell make a new account on a video game and try out some other pronouns! give another name on those personality quizzes!#whatever makes you happy - great! keep poking gently at the limits of that happiness!#it might be bigger than you expect!#gender is not a lifetime commitment and you won't get detention if you change your mind #you're doing just fine and i'm really proud of you #a queue we will keep and our honor someday avenge #Anonymous #asked and answered

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Evil Stepfather gets what he deserves.

TLDR at the bottom.

When I was 15, my mom started dating a man she met on a dating website. I didn't like him the first time I met him and two months later he moved into the house.

About three weeks after he moved in, he took my skateboards, self-built halfpipe, ramps, BMX bike, ice hockey gear, and many other things to the dump one day while I was at school. He said he did this because he didn't want all of my crap cluttering up "his" garage.

Maybe two months later he punched me in the stomach for the first time because I got up from the dinner table without asking to be excused. From there it escalated into full-fledged beatdowns for the smallest perceived slight to his authority.

One day he decided to take my extensive Pokemon card collection, even more extensive comic book collection, My Game Boy and PS2 with all the assorted games, and my fantasy and sci-fi book collection and got rid of it all because "15 boys should be playing football and baseball, not being a fa**ot nerd playing with Polemon cards and reading comics and books"

I would like to add that he was a middle school teacher, and then his off time refereed and umpired local middle and high school sports games.

My mom never intervened, and in fact acquiesced when he demanded that she stop giving me lunch money, because "the little shit will just spend it on comics and other gay shit"

One day, I took maybe $3 and change out of his change jar so that I can buy a slice of pizza and some fruit punch during lunch at school, because I was tired of being hungry. My twin sister was always a bit of an asshole, and frequently blackmailed me into doing her chores from a young age. I was fed up and refused to do something, so she told him what I had done. This man actually called the police and pressed a larceny charge against me, and once the police had left beat me senseless.

At that point I ran away. When the cops found me and returned me to my home, I found out that he I've been trying to talk my mom into sending me away to military school or something of that nature. I ran away again, and between having run away several times and the larceny charge ended up turning 16 in juvenile detention.

I spent the next couple years miserable and afraid, frequently contemplating suicide. Once I left home, I didn't speak to my mom for several years. We eventually reconciled, and by that point they had married. I was a lot bigger then I had been as a young teenager, and had gotten into weightlifting so he no longer acted like he was going to punch me to make me flinch, much less actually hit me nd we basically avoided each other for the most part.

My mother found out that she had stage 4 cancer, and no longer wanted to waste any of the time she had left with him, so she had a lawyer draft up a separation agreement whereby he would receive a set amount of money upon separation, and would have 45 days to retrieve his belongings from the house. He had spent his entire inheritance in six months and then had to sell his mother's house that he grew up in in order to settle his debts shortly before they started dating oh, and my mother bought the house back from the bank before they married. She allowed him to keep the house and he moved back into his mother's house.

My mother passed away about nine months after their separation and despite the agreement have been allowing him to come and get his stuff piecemeal. I put an immediate end to that.

I sold his baseball card collection (around $14k) and his autographed sports memorabilia (roughly $11k) and also sold all of his woodworking equipment, along with several finished pieces of furniture that he had made ($6,500 I think).

I kept his mother's engagement ring (platinum band 3 diamonds roughly 2 Carats), wedding band, his coin collection (I also collect coins) and some tools and other odds and ends.

Around a month ago I ran into him at the grocery store. I told him what I had done as he was pushing his cart out towards his car and he took a swing at me multiple times. Several of these punches missed in the ones that they connect didn't have much effect because he's nowhere near as strong as he was 20 years ago in his forties, and I no longer a skinny little 15 year old. He continue to try to punch me as I called 911, and was actively ramming his grocery cart into my new Toyota as the police officers pulled into the parking lot.

He was arrested for assault, communicating threats, and destruction of property. As a result he lost his job (and pension) at the local Middle School, and because he had never learned how to save money while married to my somewhat wealthy mother ended up having to sell his mother's house because he hired an expensive lawyer thinking he could somehow beat the charges.

My nephew, who was on the football team made it well known to his friends that he not only had just been arrested and convicted of assault as well as other charges, but that he had also beat me as a child caused several parents to call for him to resign from refereeing and umpiring for local sports games.

My niece, and my girlfriend's much younger sister are enrolled at the middle school where he worked, and say that he was not only universally disliked, but when he came up to the school to get his belongings, he made a big scene and ended up hysterically crying as he was leaving. At least that's what they've heard from the kids who were attending summer school at the time.

His son, who he was equally abusive towards as a child refuse to take him in or help him out so he ended up having to take a job as a cashier at Walmart so that he could afford the rent on his crappy little trailer in an absolutely awful neighborhood.

Even though that Walmart is not the closest Walmart to my house, that is now the only place where I go grocery shopping or to purchase anything that I need. I purposely stand in line longer than I need to just so that he can be the one who has the pleasure of ringing up my purchases. The first time I went through his line he attempted to ring up multiple items more than one time to overcharge me and when I called him on it said that I was mistaken. I asked for a manager, and the manager believed him that it was an accident but he learned that he can't get away with that. The second time, I made sure to be as nice as possible and had to ask for a manager because he was overwhelmingly rude. The people in line behind me back me up and he got in some trouble for that.

Every time I go there and step into line, I see him die a little bit inside, and it may be Petty but it gives me such satisfaction. Sometimes I'll say that I'm paying with exact change and as I'm about to hand him the money I'll say "Oh! I didn't realize I had (rare coin from his collection) in my pocket! I guess I'll use my credit card"

I just sold his expensive ratcheting wrench set, and so on Monday when he works again I'm going to go buy my daughter one of their better above ground pools, and as he's ringing it out tell him "I know that (daughter) is just going to love this pool. It's not like I would have ever used those expensive ratcheting wrenches anyway"

TLDR; Asshole stepfather got rid of all of my prized possessions as a child and beat the crap out of me regularly. I ended up getting all of his prized possessions and selling most of them, and when I told him he tried to assault me in public, which resulted in criminal charges, losing his job, and his house. Now I get to see him all the time and rub his nose in it.

(source) story by (/u/Kveldson)

#prorevenge #by /u/Kveldson #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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hawkbucks · 4 years

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Bucky and Steve’s entire friendship starts when Bucky spots Steve reading a Captain America comic on the playground, promptly sits down next to him, and goes: “You like Captain America? He’s cool, but I think Winter Soldier is better.” Steve, of course, is offended that this kid has the audacity to imply someone is better than his beloved Captain, so they argue about the finer points of the Captain and the Soldier, discussing their actions at such depth that you’d forget they’re just a couple of 3rd graders with scraped knees and wild hair. At the end, they agree to come to the conclusion that the Captain and the Soldier are equally as cool. Whenever they’re able–a.k.a when Bucky saves up enough of his allowance to afford a few issues for him and Steve (because, as much as Steve protests against Bucky buying him things, Bucky knows he wants that Falcon issue)–they head down to the comic store around the corner from their school run by a kindly man named Abraham. Abraham slips them snacks sometimes: bags of chips, candy bars, etc. If they prove they’re doing good at school, they also get free books. Tables and chairs are scattered around the store, usually reserved for the game nights that the store hosts, but Abraham allows them to do their schoolwork on those tables. They try to draw out their visits as long as they can, because they just love exploring the store, and Abraham is such a good guy, you know? One day, when Steve is over at Bucky’s house and they’re watching cartoons, Steve gets an idea. He turns to Bucky and proclaims that they should open up a store together. It’ll be the best store ever! Bucky sagely nods before he runs off to grab a notebook and pencils to plan it. Their store looks as follows: 3 stories at the minimum, and there’ll be a slide leading from each floor to the one below. They’ll have cool statues to put on display, a gigantic collection to sale, and a pyrotechnics display at the cash register at Bucky’s suggestion. And they’ll make a lot of money. It’ll be the best store ever.

Unfortunately, said best store ever ends up being pushed to the back burner once they realize that opening and managing a business isn’t as easy as it sounds, especially for a couple of kids. “We’ll just do it later, when we’re grown ups,” Steve says, and Bucky agrees. They grow older. Steve turns from the shortest kid on the playground to the guy that people have to crane their necks up to talk to (Bucky teases him and says that he’s become the real life Captain America. Steve retorts that that makes Bucky the Winter Soldier), and Bucky grows his hair out, looking more and more like a hipster everyday (which he vehemently denies. “Where’s your manbun?” “I will smack you.”). Interests come and go, but they still find themselves stepping into Abraham’s shop. Abraham’s older now, grayer, but he still slides them Snickers every once in a while. Bucky ends up enlisting in the army to help pay for his tuition while Steve goes to art school to get a degree in illustration. An incident with an IED later, and Bucky comes home with an honorable discharge and an empty left sleeve. Steve visits him as often as he can, usually filling in the gaps when Bucky’s own family isn’t over. Sometimes Natasha (a girl they befriended in middle school after she came dressed as Black Widow for Halloween) and Sam (a boy they got to know during freshman year of high school when he complimented Bucky on his prime taste in superheroes because of the Falcon button pinned to his backpack) drop in, with Natasha keeping him company by watching trashy reality TV with him and Sam listening to him vent and offering a shoulder if he ever needs one. Hell, Abraham sends him a card through Steve when he heard about what happened. (He ends up getting all of them gift baskets as thanks for being there. Sam tries to decline his at first, but the lure of raspberry tarts was too strong.) One day, Steve comes over with Indian takeout and turns on some good ol’ History Channel. “Speaking of history,” Steve says in between bites of naan, “do you remember that store we wanted to open when we were younger?” Hit with that blast from the past, Bucky nods. He doesn’t have the notebook that they used when they first came up with the idea, but he stills remembers the basics of what they put down. Like the pyrotechnics display that he wanted. Steve asks if he’s still open to the idea, and Bucky replies, around a mouthful of rogan josh, that he is. It’s… been a while since he’s gotten out of his apartment to do something other than shop for groceries, pop into the Chinese restaurant right next to the building, or visit the doctor for those couple of appointments about him possibly getting a prosthetic, courtesy of some company that’s looking to do test runs of their new line. A whole bunch of Googling and Binging and Yahoo Answers-ing and they think they might have a slight idea of how to start a business. Slight is the operative word here. Like with many things, they end up going to Abraham for help. Abraham is a godsend, answering all of their questions and offering to point his customer base their way once he closes up shop for good (Steve may or may not have gotten a bit misty-eyed hearing about Abraham’s inevitable retirement). Fast forward, and their shop is open. Steve drew up the logo (gotta put that degree to use somehow), while Bucky was the one who came up with the interior design (and no pyrotechnics displays). Natasha and Sam are hired, with both of them helping to run their social media presence. They get a decent amount of people at their grand opening despite their location being slightly out of the way, and apparently those people liked their experience because they end up getting a handful of regulars, most notably some guy named Clint that Natasha claims to know, a pair of Norwegian brothers named Thor and Loki that Sam swears are actual gods, a timid PhD student named Bruce, and a woman named Carol and her girlfriend, Maria who are the biggest Captain Marvel fangirls that they’ve ever met. Their popularity grows–especially after Abraham closes–and they soon find themselves making a healthy bit of profit. Healthy enough that they’re able to decorate their shop more (Natasha insists that they place a life-sized statute of Black Widow near the front doors) and they tack-on other things, like shirts and posters and snacks to sell. Bucky gets his prosthetic somewhere around the first month that they’ve been open. It’s a wickedly shiny silver, and Steve suggested that he place a red star sticker on his wrist (because his shoulder isn’t visible 99.9% of the time) to represent Bucky’s favorite hero, and Bucky actually does that. Sometimes people ask to touch it. He lets them. Sometimes people ask what happened. He deflects them. At some point, a guy walks in with ruffled hair and glasses and Bucky nearly chokes on the soda that he’s drinking. Sure, they’ve had their fair share of cute customers, but that guy’s cute, and he’s gonna end up making a fool of himself. It’s not like he can ask Steve to talk instead because Steve just went out on his damn lunch break. He tries not to stare at the guy as he peruses the shelves and rifles through the boxes of back issues they have set out in the middle of the floor. He tries really, really hard, taking his phone out and scrolling through whatever social media website and liking the replies to their posts. Every once in a while, he glances at the door, half-expecting Steve to walk in at any time.

Then the guy (now dubbed Cutie in Bucky’s mind) comes up and he smiles at Bucky in greeting and Bucky would probably sob if that wouldn’t make him come off as a complete weirdo. Cutie hauls up a veritable stack and places it on the counter. Despair courses through Bucky’s veins when he sees the Captain America comic on top, because he could do so much better. “Mmm, I’m just getting those because my friend likes Captain America,” Cutie says and oh, shit, did he say that out loud? “I’m partial to Iron Man myself.” “Iron Man’s cool an’ all,” Bucky replies, somehow managing to keep himself from running out the front door and never looking back, “but he’s not my favorite.” Cutie’s eyes flick down to the red star sticker on his wrist. “Let me guess: Winter Soldier?” Bucky clicks his tongue. “Yup.” Cutie laughs, and it’s a really nice sound that Bucky wouldn’t mind hearing again. When he’s finished ringing Cutie up, he mentions the membership that they have going and how members have a pull list and would he like to sign up? Mentally, he crosses his fingers that Cutie says yes because it would be a shame if he only got to see him once in his life. A damn, damn shame.

So, he should be thankful that Cutie says yes and he finds out that Cutie’s name is actually Tony and Tony just moved from Malibu and it was his friend James–whom he calls Rhodey–that recommended this place to him. (He goes through a list of James in his head, and figures that it most likely is James Rhodes, who also happens to be a member. He should send him a gift basket.)

Tony ends up leaving around the same time Steve comes back from his lunch break, and Steve must have this sort of sixth sense because he sends Bucky a knowing, amused look.

Tony drops by every 2nd and 4th Wednesday, and it’s always at 12:40 PM, give or take a few minutes. His pull list isn’t particularly long–or at least, it isn’t something that he needs to drop in twice a month for, but Bucky’s not going to complain, not when he’s able to see the way Tony’s eyes sparkle when the topic crosses over to a story arc that he’s passionate about or the way the tip of his tongue pokes out between his lips when he becomes engrossed in what he’s reading. They swap stories, with Bucky finding out that Tony used to be in the robotics club when he was in high school and how his father used to tell him that comics were all “bullshit,” so that threw him off of them for a bit. He always asks Bucky if he recommends something before he leaves, if he saw that episode of Game of Thrones, or if he’s simply feeling okay.

Tony’s visits last longer and longer and longer, until it’s basically just him and Bucky talking for hours on end, their topics ranging from comic cons to what they had for dinner last night. (Steve laments how he’s always the one stuck helping customers because he doesn’t have the heart to interrupt him and Tony when they look so concentrated on each other. He begs Bucky to just ask Tony out already because he can’t take it anymore.)

Bucky ends up asking Tony out on accident. Y’see, Tony was excitedly talking about the movie adaption of Iron Man that’s supposed to be coming out soon, and Bucky blurted out that he wouldn’t mind taking Tony out to see it, just the two of ‘em and some popcorn.

Tony says that he’d love to, and Bucky wonders if he should thank Steve for going out to lunch those few months ago.

#pull list au

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s-horne · 5 years

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27. Ornithogalum (reconciliation)

There was a voicemail flashing on the landline when Steve returned home. Absentmindedly, he pressed the button to play the recording as he sorted through his mail, throwing some of the envelopes down into piles on the couch as he listened to his mother rambling on about something or other before finally confirming their dinner plans. Why the woman didn’t just text him like everyone else, Steve would never know.

The only reason that Steve had a landline was for his mom to use. Though everyone else used his cell, for some reason his mother had an aversion to texting. Steve didn’t mind all that much. If anything, he liked that they had something that was special just for them. Even if Steve was never in when Sarah called him and she ended up leaving a message for him nine times out of ten.

The message finished and the automated voice announced that there was also a second one. Steve snorted before it started, expecting to hear his mom’s voice changing the time of their meeting or possibly a butt dial of Sarah singing loudly whilst doing the dishes or sorting laundry. So when he heard a voice that he hadn’t heard for months suddenly amplified in his living room, Steve startled almost comically.

“Hi.”

Though the message started simply enough, even that single word was enough to bring Steve to his knees. God, that voice. Steve reached out and grabbed the arm of the couch for support as Tony carried on speaking.

“It’s me, Tony.”

Steve rolled his eyes at that; of course Steve knew who it was. Like he could ever forget Tony, the stupid, insecure man. That very voice coloured nearly all of Steve’s dreams.

“I’m at a bar.”

Steve huffed out a laugh at that; he knew that too. So far in the phone message, Tony had only said a few words in short passages, but Steve recognised the slur to his words and the pauses between each sentence as he thought carefully about what he was going to say next. The music in the background was a bit of a giveaway, too.

“I’m in Sacramento.”

And that was something else that Steve knew. He remembered all too well the day that Tony had come to him and said that he had gotten a promotion with his work and that he would be leaving within the month.

“I miss you.”

And, well, that was something that Steve did not know. He had no idea that Tony missed him; that wasn’t a thought that he would ever let himself entertain. It hurt too much. It opened too many possibilities, too many hours put at risk where Steve was in real danger of doing very little but dreaming about Tony turning up on his doorstep and begging him to take him back.

He and Tony had been together for a few months. From the start, it had very much been more of a ‘they’d fallen into bed when drunk once and never really defined the relationship’ than a real boyfriend and boyfriend adult relationship. Steve hadn’t known that he had meant anything to Tony outside of the bedroom, though he’d wished in secret. There had been so many nights where Steve had lain awake and watched Tony asleep next to him, carefully memorizing every line on his face and every tiny flutter of his eyelids. The few dates that they’d gone on were crystal clear memories in Steve’s mind and there was even a shameful photo album saved on his phone of pictures of Tony, and Tony alone.

“I think about you every day.”

Tony’s voice brought Steve out of his thoughts and back into the room. He shuffled himself from the arm of the couch until he could drop down onto the cushions, envelopes crinkling below him as he sunk into the comfort of Tony’s voice washing over him.

“I think about you every day, every time that I walk past a book store or a bakery, a bar or a library. Everything that I see reminds me of you, no matter what it is. Did you know that I almost didn’t get on the plane?”

Steve jolted at that, his mind moving at a hundred miles an hour. Was it really true that Tony almost didn’t go? Tony had left so easily, coming to see Steve once to tell him that he was leaving and then just walking away without a pause in his step. Nothing had ever really seemed to bother Tony, and normally Steve admired that. That day, though, Steve could have done with some emotion.

Anything other than Tony walking away with no hesitation after breaking Steve’s heart into roughly four hundred pieces.

“But then I did, because I knew that you didn’t want me around anyway.”

And what was that supposed to mean?

Steve blinked and stared at the answering machine as though that held all of the answers. Since when had it been that Steve was the one who didn’t want Tony? That wasn’t right, that was not the right way around at all. It had been Tony who had walked out so easily, made the decision with no thought for their relationship and the wonderful thing that it could have become.

Tony had been gone the next week.

To Steve’s mind, California was not that far away at all and Steve had been more than prepared to suggest the long distance thing as soon as the word Sacramento left Tony’s mouth, but apparently Tony had already decided that that wasn’t what they were going to do. Nope, he had just cut and run.

“You wanted a clean break. But it didn’t work, not for me. I could never move on, I couldn’t forget.”

Neither could Steve, he thought incredulously. He wouldn’t have admitted the small wave of thrill that he got from Tony’s confession to anyone, but he felt it. It was probably sadistic of him, but the feeling was especially strong when Tony’s voice broke as he spoke. Steve got a tiny rush of something from just knowing that he did actually have some effect on the other man, an effect that he had not known he had had when they had been together.

It showed that Steve had meant something to Tony, that his love hadn’t been as entirely unrequited as Steve had cried about for so long.

“I still remember what we did,” Tony spoke again. He went quiet for a moment and the sounds of the bar behind him got louder until there was a deep sigh. “I remember the kisses, the touches. I still remember the way you taste.” Tony’s voice had dropped to a frankly obscene husky whisper and, coupled with the soft confession, his speech stopped Steve in his tracks. He was torn between crying and being ridiculously turned on, and he wished he could say that it was a new feeling. Unfortunately, when one was in love with Tony Stark, it was a battle that occurred quite a lot.

“I think about you all the time,” Tony continued and Steve slid his hands under his thighs to stop himself from reaching out for the phone. He didn’t know if he would delete the recording or press redial.

“I think about you when I go to bed, I think about the noises you would make for me and the way that your skin would flush under my touch. I remember the way you’d laugh in a morning when you woke up first, teasing me that you would have to leave me there alone and go for your run unless I could find another way to exercise. I still think about that first night we spent together, the second night, and the last night. I wish we could have more; I wish I could still be the one to swallow your moans, to soothe your cries. I want to make you laugh, want to be there when you come home.”

Steve felt tears well up in his eyes and the urge to stand up and grab the phone got even stronger. He wished that he had the strength to stop the recording from playing, but he knew that he wanted to do the stupid thing of calling Tony back to beg him to come home even more.

“Steve, I…”

It was then that Steve lost it. At the sound of hearing his name in Tony’s voice for the first time in months, he crumbled forward as though his strings had been cut.

“I love y–”

Steve jumped up at the sound of the machine’s message ending with a cruel beep and almost screamed when the options for the message were listed instead of Tony finishing his words. Tony had just been about to…

No, he can’t have been. Steve heart was beating out of his chest, had he really been saying that?

No, no, he couldn’t have been, Steve thought desperately, frantically. Tony was drunk. It was just the drink talking.