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delusionalfanficwriter · 7 months

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pushing through

The stadium was buzzing with excitement as the US Women's National Team prepared to face their arch-rivals, Canada, in the final match of the tournament. The air was charged with anticipation, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But amidst the roar of the crowd and the palpable tension, my thoughts were focused on my girlfriend.

Kristie and I had kept our relationship a secret from the world. It wasn't that we were ashamed; we just wanted to keep our personal lives separate from our professional ones. But that didn't stop our hearts from beating in sync whenever we were on the field together. Our chemistry was undeniable, and it fueled our passion for the game.

As the referee blew the whistle to start the match, I could see Kristie across the field, her hair catching the sunlight as she sprinted down the wing. I knew that this game was crucial, and I was determined to give it my all.

Minutes turned into hours as the battle raged on. Our team was defending valiantly, but Canada was unrelenting. I found myself in a fierce one-on-one duel with Canada's star midfielder, Jessie Fleming. She was known for her toughness, and today was no exception. Having played with her in college, I knew the advantages when playing against her were slim so in a desperate attempt to win the ball, I leaped into the air to head the ball, but the collision was brutal.

I felt the impact, sharp and dizzying, as my forehead connected with Fleming's shoulder. For a moment, the world spun, and I saw stars. Panic bubbled within me as I realized the game was still in play. I couldn't let my teammates down.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in my head, I stumbled to my feet, feigning strength, and forced myself to keep running. I couldn't show any sign of weakness. The play continued around me, and I did my best to stay in the game, but my vision was blurry, and the pain in my head was intensifying with each passing second.

I could hear Kristie calling my name, concern etched into her voice, but I couldn't let her worry. I had to prove I could handle this, for her and for the team. As the halftime whistle blew, I headed towards the locker room, praying that some rest would help me recover.

Inside the locker room, Kristie rushed to my side, her eyes filled with worry. "Y/N, are you okay? You took quite a hit out there."

I tried to smile, but it must have looked more like a grimace. "I'm fine, Kris. Just a little dizzy. I'll be back out there in the second half."

She didn't look convinced, but she nodded and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "Just be careful, okay? I love you."

"I love you too," I replied, my heart aching with gratitude for her understanding.

The second half of the game was a blur. I did my best to contribute to the team, but I was far from my best. Every time I touched the ball, the pain in my head flared up, but I soldiered on.

As the final whistle blew, signaling a hard-fought victory for our team against Canada, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I had made it through the game, but I knew I needed medical attention. Kristie rushed to my side once again, her concern evident.

"You need to get checked out, Y/N," she insisted.

Despite Kristie's concern and insistence that I get checked out, I stubbornly refused. We have back to back games and I am finally earning my spot to stay part of USWNT and as a starter.

As we made our way back to the team hotel, I tried to keep up appearances, laughing and joking with my teammates. However, the throbbing pain in my head was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. I could feel the effects of the collision with Jessie Fleming creeping up on me.

At dinner in the hotel, I sat with the team, trying to hide my discomfort. But it didn't take long for my condition to become apparent. Mid-conversation, I suddenly stopped talking, a sharp pain shooting through my head. My vision blurred, and my fork slipped from my hand, clattering onto the plate.

Kristie was the first to notice, her eyes widening in alarm. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I tried to respond, but my words came out slurred, and I struggled to stay upright in my chair. Panic began to wash over me as my teammates exchanged worried glances.

Tobin Heath, always quick on her feet, rushed to my side, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "Y/N, can you tell me your name? What's today's date?" she asked, trying to gauge my level of awareness.

I attempted to answer, but the pain in my head made it difficult to concentrate. "Y/N... Today... um… d-don’t know… hurts" I stammered, my voice barely audible, my thoughts scattered.

Lindsey Horan, recognizing the seriousness of the situation, jumped from her seat and dashed to grab the team's athletic trainer, who quickly began assessing my condition.

The trainer checked my pupils and asked me a series of questions, continuing to evaluate my cognitive function. "Can you tell me where we are right now? Do you remember what happened during the game?"

My responses remained incoherent, and my teammates exchanged worried glances. The room seemed to spin around me, and I leaned heavily on Kristie for support.

"We need to get her to a hospital," the trainer said, her voice filled with concern.

The team sprang into action, surrounding me with support and concern as they guided me to the front of the hotel. Minutes later, I found myself in an ambulance, racing towards the nearest hospital, Kristie next to me, holding my hand tightly.

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 months

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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Trigger warning- past child abuse, homophobic language

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Chapter 16- Crash and Burn

After months and months of nonstop touring. Perform, fly to the next city, perform and repeat with no breaks, it burnt the guys out.

Mötley Crüe were pushing the limits of their sobriety. They were exhausted, so depleted, so devoid of all thought and emotion and it wasn't even the end of the tour yet.

"Lemon drop?" A waitress offered, walking over to Mötley's table at the local club while holding out a tray of brightly coloured shots.

"No, thank you. Just some more waters." Nikki politely declined from across the table.

"This is great." Vince commented sarcastically raising his glass of plain water.

You kicked his boot from under the table causing him to glare at you, but he didn't say anything before leaning back against his chair with a heavy sigh.

The rest of the guys tried to distract themselves from the alcohol by watching the girls dance on the poles at the far side of the club, but that clearly wasn't working for Vince.

Tommy excused himself to try and phone his wife again. But it had been a week straight of not being able to reach Heather due to a busy work schedule and it was taking its toll on the drummer.

"They're keeping us on the road. Fifteen new days in Canada." Nikki informed taking a sip of his drink.

"I haven't seen anything about any new dates." Vince responded with a frown.

"Check your itinerary, man."

"I would, but somebody doesn't think it's important to let the lead fucking singer know what the fuck is going on here." Your brother snapped before aggressively grabbing his glass of water and drinking the last of it.

You glanced between him and Nikki, relieved that the bassist didn't retaliate at your brother's hostile tone. Everyone was getting worn out, tempers were running thin, and it was only a matter of time before someone broke.

"Guys, I fucked up." Tommy announced, right on cue.

He plonked himself down on his seat at the table looking tired and miserable.

"Heather's been all weird and distant and I drank." He admitted guiltily staring down at his hands. "Well, a little. I had one shot and I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna have a fucking cocktail too, man. What are you gonna do about it, Nikki?" Vince challenged.

"Everybody falls off the wagon once in a while-"

"Fuck you, man." Vince cut him off causing Nikki to shoot him a heated look. "Fuck off! Fuck the rest of this tour. It is the No Fucking Fun tour, and I am sick and tired of not having any fucking fun."

"Vince-" You tried to say but he abruptly stood up from his chair and began marching off.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it!"

You watched him walk off in the direction of the bar before Nikki shot to his feet and went after him.

Oh, here we go.

You jumped to your feet as well, Mick and Tommy remaining seated watching on to see what would happen as you rushed across the club towards them.

"Hey, we're not done!" Nikki shouted grabbing Vince's jacket.

Your brother spun around and shoved Nikki in the chest hard causing the bassist to stumble back a step.

"We fucking are, man."

"Enough. Both of you." You ordered, stepping between the two of them while holding your hand up towards your brother ready to stop him from doing anything else while eyeing Nikki cautiously out the corner of your eye.

You loved them both dearly, but Vince had more of a temper than Nikki. So, it was him you were worried about at the moment, but you also knew how angry Nikki could get if provoked.

Vince glared at Nikki over your shoulder, his mouth thinning with displeasure before he looked down at you and clenched his jaw tightly as if holding back what he wanted to say.

"Let's just sit back down and take a breather, yeah?" You suggested holding your brothers gaze, but he simply shook his head before looking at Nikki behind you.

"Oh, and by the way..." He began to say, his voice hardening ruthlessly as he grabbed a shot from a waitress walking past. "Here's to your sober band."

Vince down the shot before dropping the glass letting it shatter against the ground before he turned and shouted over his shoulder.

"Get me that itinerary, bass player."

Vince marched off towards the bar and you glanced back at Nikki who looked ready to charge right back after him.

"Don't." You warned, shaking your head. "Just let him cool off."

Nikki let out a heavy exhale but nodded allowing you to walk him back to the table where Mick and Tommy were sitting having watched the whole thing. None of them commented on it, they didn't have to.

Eventually, you convinced the manager to send the band home for a while and you had never seen the guys look so relieved.

They all loved the rockstar life and wouldn't trade it for the world. It was all their dreams coming true, but even Mötley Crüe had their limits and they had found theirs.

After the much-needed break, the band got back into the studio and started working on the next album. Everyone was keen to try and top Dr. Feelgood, everyone except for Vince. Your brother hadn't just drunk that single shot at the club. He had gone back to drinking like he used to before rehab, and it was bad.

Sharise had filed for a divorce and when he returned from the tour, the mansion was empty. His ex-wife had taken his daughter and left without a goodbye. So, Vince turned to the only thing he knew how to do to numb the pain, drink alcohol.

They were all slipping off the wagon again, but Vince was the one who was letting it affect his work. He would constantly show up late to the studio and sometimes, he just wouldn't show up at all and everyone was getting sick of it.

There was a bad storm today, but the guys all came to the studio anyway, battling the conditions but Vince wasn't there despite living the closest. The longer they had to wait, the more pissed they became.

Nikki slammed the phone down after another failed call to Vince's house.

"I'm telling you, guys, everything is fucking upside down and flip-flopping. And while we're waiting for our lead singer to get his head out of his ass, we're getting left in the dust, man." Tommy grumbled, but you knew where this conversation was going. He had said it too many times to count and you didn't want to hear it.

"Tommy, zip it." You warned, glaring over at him from your spot on the couch.

"I'm just saying, bands replace their front men, and it still works. Van Halen-"

"I know Van Halen fucking did it 'cause you say that every single time Vince misses a fucking rehearsal." Nikki said cutting him off.

"Well? Mick?" Tommy asked looking over at the older man for backup.

"Shut it." He ordered causing Tommy to sigh. "Where is this asshole? Every second that goes by, I feel another bone rotting from this fucking disease. Call the prick again."

Nikki lowered his bass and walked back over to the phone on the table, but once again, there was no answer.

"Y/N, seriously, where the fuck is your brother?" Nikki asked, slamming the phone down so hard you feared he may have broken it.

"I'm not his fucking keeper." You snapped from where you were lying on the couch before sighing and taking in a deep calming breath. "He's going through shit. Just give him some time."

"We're all going through shit, and he's had enough time. I'm sending him a fax." Nikki muttered before he stormed out the room.

Nearly an hour later, Tommy sat behind his drums while Nikki and Mick stood nearby with their bass and guitar around their shoulders trying to work out a rhythm for a new song.

You stood in front of the microphone taking over from your brother's position like you usually did whenever he missed these rehearsals. You could not sing like Vince in the slightest. You were a backup singer at the very most, but hearing the lyrics being sung helped the guys with their instruments so you agreed to do it.

Suddenly, the door to the studio slammed open and the music died as Vince marched inside, his hair and clothes drenched from the pouring rain still pelting down from outside.

"Someone wanna tell me what the fuck's going on here?"

"Let's save us all some time, especially yours, Vince, as it's clearly more fucking valuable than ours!" Nikki shouted, walking up to your brother until they were practically toe to toe.

You lowered your hand from the microphone pole and took a few cautious steps towards them not liking how hostile this conversation was already.

"You'd better tell me what the fuck's going on, man." Vince growled.

"What's going on is we're down here, and we're working, and we wanna be here, but we are tired of forcing you to be here with us."

"Maybe I'd come in more if I liked the material."

"Maybe you'd like the material if you were in the studio making it with us instead of staring at your fucking watch!" Tommy barked from behind his drums.

"Yeah, I'm staring at my watch because this album is fucking stupid!"

The bullshit flew back and forth between the guys like a game of tennis until Vince finally threw his racket at the ground.

"You know what? Fuck all y'all. I am done. Fuck this. I quit."

"Good, 'cause you're fucking fired!" Nikki snapped.

"I quit already, dick." Your brother said over his shoulder.

"Whoa, wait, wait." You jogged after him. "No. Vin, bro, come on. Let's just talk about-"

"I'm done."

"Vince-" You grabbed his arm, but he shoved you back forcefully causing you to trip over your own feet and fall to the ground, hard.

"Fuck off, Y/N."

"Whoa!" Nikki shouted, stepping forward protectively.

"What the fuck, man? She's your sister!" Tommy exclaimed, rushing around his drums and dropping to his knees beside you to see if you were okay, but you waved him off.

"She's just a fucking slut who spreads her legs for you guys!" Vince spat.

The room fell silent.

The only sound was the old clock on the wall ticking by at each passing second.

You, Tommy and Nikki froze. Your eyes widened in shock and Vince smiled maliciously.

"You thought I wouldn't find out about that?"

Nobody said anything. You didn't know what to say and doubted you'd be able to speak even if you wanted to.

How the hell did he know?

"When I figured it out, and I figured it out pretty fucking quickly. I wanted to kill you both." Vince growled glaring at Tommy and Nikki. "But I didn't. That wasn't weakness. It took everything."

"Let me explain-" you began to say but he cut you off.

"Explain what? That you're a slut who fucks the two nearest guys?!"

You jumped to your feet in an instant and stalked over to him getting in his face.

"You have no fucking right to say that to me!" You hissed. "Not when you fuck every girl that comes close to you. Not when you cheated on your wife all tour and then wondered why she fucking dumped your ass."

The second the words were out your mouth, you regretted them. It was a low blow. It was true but you shouldn't have said it. Vince was struggling enough as it was with Sharise leaving and his daughter going with her. You shouldn't have bought them into this argument.

Vince took a sudden step forward and you flinched back a step, waiting for the backhand that never came.

Vince had never once laid a hand on you. Even when you were kids and fighting, he never got physical. The two of you got enough hits and bruises from your father, you didn't need to do it to each other. But after what you just said, you thought that he would.

Instead, he glared down at you. His hands clenched together tightly by his sides like he wanted to fight but was holding himself back.

"You are treading on some thin fucking ice, Y/N." Vince warned. "Don't push me."

"Then don't call me a slut and we won't have a problem."

Vince laughed, but it wasn't his usual happy laugh. It was forced and it was mean.

"Then you shouldn't have spread your fucking legs for them!"

"Whoa, that's enough!" Nikki shouted from behind you.

Vince's eyes darted over your shoulder towards the bassist and hardened.

"I told you. I told both of you that my sister was off limits. I fucking told you!"

"We know." Tommy sighed.

"That's all you have to say? You fucked my little sister behind my back and that is all you have to say to me?!"

"What do you want us to say, man?" Nikki asked. "We can't undo what we've done. And you know what? I don't want to undo it. I liked it."

A cloud of warning settled over Vince's features. His jaw tensed visibly, nostrils flaring, and you knew what he was about to do.

You had seen your brother in enough fights over the years to know the signs. From schoolyard fist fights to bar brawls. You knew when Vince was about to start swinging and it was now.

His eyes were zeroed in on one thing, and one thing only: Nikki Sixx.

Vince stepped around you, fury making his boots strike the ground in heavy thumps as he marched up to the bassist. Nikki didn't back away. He stood up straighter, chest expanding, and shoulders pulled back making himself look bigger and fierce.

"Guys, don't." Tommy rushed over knowing as well as you did that this would not end well.

Vince was probably more experienced in fights, but Nikki could hold his own if he had to.

Tommy reached for your brother's shoulder trying to defuse the situation, but Vince shoved the drummer away easily. He stumbled back a few steps crashing into his drum set and knocking over a cymbal with a loud crash.

Nikki was quick to shove Vince back in retaliation for pushing Tommy. Your brothers body staggered back a step not expecting the sudden strength from the bassist before he got his footing and marched right back up to Nikki, his hand forming a fist by his side.

"Enough!" You yelled, slotting yourself between them putting your hands against their chests holding them apart. "Back off. Both of you."

"Let's just talk about this." Mick spoke up from across the room.

"There's nothing to talk about. You guys are fucking dead to me." Vince snarled pointing at Nikki and Tommy before his hard eyes narrowed down at you. "And we're fucking done."

Vince didn't wait for anyone to say anything else before he abruptly turned on his heels and marched towards the door.

"Vince, come on. I'm your sister-"

He glanced over his shoulder and shook his head, "not anymore."

Your hand fell from Nikki's chest. Tears burning in the back of your eyes as you watched your brother leave the studio.

He was gone.

Mötley Crüe was over.

And it was all your fault.

The door slammed shut behind Vince causing you to flinch at the loud bang. You didn't move. You didn't say anything. You just stood there staring at the closed door through blurry tear-filled eyes.

Tommy picked up his cymbal from the floor before taking a hesitant step towards you.

"Y/N..." He began to say but got lost for words.

What could he even say? It was over. It was all over. It was your fault and your brother had disowned you.

"I don't even care anymore." You sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes before slowly walking towards the door. "I’m out."

"Y/N, wait. Don't go." Nikki begged, rushing over and grabbing your arm gently. "Please don't go. Not like this."

You turned and smiled sadly at him through teary eyes.

"Guess you were right all along, Sixx." You thought back to the day he caught you and Tommy in bed all those years ago. "I did end up ruining the band."

You pulled your arm free easily from Nikki's grasp and he didn't try and stop you as you turned and walked out the studio.

Vince's bright sports car sped off down the street in a blur of red paint before skidding around the corner and disappearing out of sight leaving you standing on the sidewalk in the rain.

You thought back to when the two of you were teenagers. Back when Vince had his hopes and dreams set on becoming a rockstar.

Your brother had just left with his surfer buddy to catch some waves before dinner leaving you alone in the house doing your homework at the kitchen bench.

Halfway through trying to solve fraction equations the front door of the house slammed open followed by loud heavy footsteps. Your grip tightened around the pencil hating how you could tell your fathers bad mood by the sound of his footsteps alone.

Choosing to ignore him, you continued working on your math homework with your head down while your father marched across the house. He was muttering and swearing to himself as usual, dumping his lunch bag on the dining room table before walking into the kitchen past you and grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge.

"Where's your fucking brother?"

"I dunno." You shrugged writing down your calculations.

Vince was currently grounded and not allowed to leave the house after school for the next two weeks. There was no way in hell you were about to snitch on him to your father.

"Hey, look at me when I'm talking." Your father ordered.

Your head instantly snapped up at your father's stern tone and silently cursed yourself for showing disrespect like that.

You met your fathers’ dark eyes, his lips pressing together in anger before he shook his head and pointed to Vince's guitar that was laying across the couch. Your fathers leather couch.

Shit.

Vince had forgotten to put it away before he left.

"Where did he get that from?" Your father demanded.

Ah, crap.

Well, technically, Vince stole it.

"I don't know." You lied.

"I'm fucking sick of this music crap and the gay clothes he's starting to wear. No son of mine is wearing that shit in public. I didn't raise a fucking fag!" Your father growled, glaring at the guitar on the couch.

"He's not gay for wearing those clothes." You mumbled softly under your breath but the second the words were out of your mouth, you knew it was a mistake.

Never talk back.

That was his number one rule, never talk back. Your father was huge on respect and responsibility. He had drilled that into you and Vince as kids and you had just broken that rule.

Your father was on you like a rash and before you knew it, you were being hauled from your chair and slammed up against the kitchen cabinet.

His breath smelt like whiskey, having already been down to the local bar after work to drink and spend money the family didn't even have. It was nothing new, but now you understood why his anger was on a shorter leash than usual.

You stood up straight, your back pressed against the wooden door of the cabinet, but despite how strong you were pretending to be, you were scared. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you could feel your hands starting to tremble by your side.

You were so dead.

"What have we talked about?"

This was a test.

He was giving you a chance to correct yourself. A chance to plead your guilt and apologise, but you were goddamn sick of apologising to him for stuff that didn't warrant it.

You remained silent tilting your head up high maintaining eye contact to show you weren't afraid, but he knew you were. He could always tell. And you were always afraid.

"Speak when spoken to!" He shouted, his face inches from yours causing you to flinch back.

"Vince can wear whatever he wants." You answered, hating the way your voice trembled. "It's not your decision and it doesn't make him gay."

His jaw clenched and you knew exactly what was about to happen.

A split second later, his knuckles collided with your jaw snapping your head to the side, blood filling your mouth.

"You are a slow fucking learner, girl." He hissed, looking down at you before you spat blood at his face.

He was already pissed. Might as well make it worth it.

His fist instantly collided with the side of your face again, the force of the hit slamming the back of your head against the cabinet door behind you. His hand balled into a fist against the collar of your jacket, pressing you harder against the door.

Your stepmother suddenly walked into the house only just getting home from work, but completely froze when she saw the scene in front of her.

You glanced over at her, silently begging her to do something, to say something, to help, but she never did. Your father suddenly grabbed your chin and turned your head back towards him, forcing you to look at him, and only him.

"Go to your room and don't come out until school tomorrow. No dinner either."

Then, he released his hold of you and walked out the kitchen, but you remained leaning against the cabinet for a few minutes breathing heavily and fighting back the tears you could feel rising in your eyes.

Your stepmother stared at you for a moment, sadness washing over her before she walked away without a word.

You peeled yourself off the wooden door and grabbed Vince's guitar from the couch before your father could break it. Dumping the guitar in your brother's bedroom, you made a beeline for his window and slid it open before climbing out and running away from the house and away from your father's wrath.

A few minutes later, you were walking along the soft floury sand of the beach. The sun was shining brightly in the vast never ending blue sky above you and just the scent of salt water and fresh air made you feel better.

Seagulls were squawking above your head as they flew by searching for leftover food while you walked along the shore in the shallows of the sea.

Looking around you noticed that the beach was fairly secluded. There were no normal sights of tourists with day-glow tans, no tacky food stands or chattering children. The beach was completely empty at this time on a weekday. It was beautiful.

The entire stretch of golden beach was bare except for two figures in the distance, surfing along the waves gracefully.

Vince.

You slowly made your way down the beach, sand crunching under your feet with each step until you reached his towel that was laid over the soft sand and you sat down on top of it.

Vince and his surfer buddy were cutting through the waves with ease, soaring along the coast like they had done it a thousand times before, which they had. You and your brother practically lived at the beach. It was your safe haven away from the drama at home.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep calming breath memorized by the rhythm of the waves breaking on the shore as you savoured the salty air.

When you opened your eyes again, there was only one surfer still out there, but you could hear footsteps in the sand approaching you.

Tilting your head to the side, you spotted Vince walking towards you with his surfboard clamped under his left arm. The second he saw the angry red mark on your cheek his relaxed and happy expression hardened.

He stared at your cheek and gritted his teeth in anger before he dropped his board down onto the sand. He grabbed a can of coke out his friend's cooler nearby and held it out towards you while motioning towards the bruising mark.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." You dismissed grabbing the coke and pressing the cold can to the side of your face with a wince.

"Y/N, what did he do this time?"

You sighed, looking away from your brother hating how you could feel tears beginning to burn in the back of your eyes.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Vince growled, but you knew he couldn't.

Sure, Vince was getting older and stronger, but your father was an ex-military man turned mechanic. Vince couldn't beat him in a fight, not yet anyway. The still healing blackeye on your brother's face was enough evidence of that.

You weren't going to tell him about the things your father had said. He had made it clear to your brother about his hate towards the music and glam style clothes. Vince didn't need a reminder about that, and you didn't want him to stop wearing that stuff just because of your stupid father.

"One day, I'm getting us out of that fucking house." Vince said, sitting down on the towel beside you. "Away from this shitty neighbourhood. Away from him. Away from all of it. I promise."

"You can't promise that." You whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"I can." He insisted. "Soon, I'll be in a band, and we won't have to see him ever again."

You wanted to believe him. You really did. Vince had the skill to make it as a rockstar, that wasn't up for debate, but the chances of it happening? Pretty slim.

"No matter what happens, we stick together, yeah?" Vince said looking over at you.

You tilted your head towards him and smiled, "you and me against the world, bro."

"You're damn right."

He wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you into his side. The salt water from his long-wet hair mixed in with your tears as you rested your head against his shoulder.

The two of you sat on the beach together with your toes in the cool sand watching the waves crash along the shore while silently dreading the thought of going back home.

Now, you stood alone outside the recording studio in the rain, salty tears falling down your cheeks.

Vince had made it as a rockstar. He kept his promise and had gotten you both out of that abusive home, but now he was gone.

No matter what happens, we stick together.

What a bunch of bullshit.

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The Line Between Love and War 10

C H A P T E R 10: Bad Memories and Family Time

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: a bad memory, major insecurities, family issues, sensory problems, mc is tense and uncomfortable, Hobi’s family is to sweet for the world, mc ptsd,

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Masterlist // Chapter 9 // Chapter 11

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

“Let’s take some pictures with our shirts on! You can post that!” You jumped from the couch at his words, the three of you quickly moving to change into the new shirts.

You had Jimin take the photos, your soulmate quick to have you doing different poses. You went with two of them, one with each of you showing your ‘muscles’, and the other was one that Jimin took when you all were laughing. You captioned it with a smiley face emoji and a laughing one before posting.

Jimin looked over at Jin, a happy yet sly smirk on his face as they realized his plan to change the subject worked, getting your mind off what happened and helping you make more memories with the boys.

When Namjoon returned, he was alone, and happy to find you laughing as you hung off Jungkook’s back, your arms around his neck as he spun in circles, Taehyung and Hobi recording the moment.

The following morning you woke up in the arms of Hobi, his low voice speaking into the phone he held to his ear. You couldn’t make out any words in your tired state, so you just continued to admire his morning voice from where you rested against his chest. You snuggled into the warmth your mate provided.

“She is not awake yet Mom. Yes, I promise. I booked the same restaurant as last time. Give her an hour or so.” You listened in as he spoke to his mom. You loved Hobi’s mom. She was the sweetest person you had met, even over the phone. And it made sense. Both of her children were also sweet.

“I know you’re awake pretty girl.” You felt his fingers trace alongside your jaw, moving until the bopped the tip of your nose.

“No, I’m not.” You mumbled back, oblivious to the loving grin on his lips. Pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, he moved his hand to brush back some hair from your face.

“My mother and sister are eagerly awaiting their day with you, baby. They’ve called me a couple of times now, wondering if you were awake.” Hobi mused as he watched you try to fight off your sleep.

It took a couple of seconds for his words to register, but when they did you almost knocked your forehead into his chin.

“Wait a minute! What time is it?” You ask him in a rush, your words almost slurring as they wake you up.

“It’s only nine o’clock, darling.” His words have you pushing yourself away from him, causing a sad groan to have his lips as you leave his embrace. He watches you rush around the room, gathering the clothes Jin had laid out for you the night before, the eldest picking matching clothes out for everyone, the creams and beiges creating a color-coded cohesive look.

“I promised them I would be ready by nine! Hobi, your mom is probably so mad with me! I’m never late for anything.” Your words are rushed, disappointment and sadness bursting from your body as you try to get changed as quickly as you can.

You were so upset with yourself for sleeping in, you didn’t want anyone to be mad at your or disappointed. You had enough of that at home and you didn’t thing you could handle the way you felt when you thought someone was upset with you, especially your soulmates or their families. You wanted them to see you as someone who had everything together, who never made mistakes or did anything wrong.

You could practically hear your mother sighing in your ear, could see the way she rolled her eyes and looked down at you.

“Would it kill you to do something right for once? I wanted you hear by six and its twenty past.” Your mother stood in front of you, her arms crossed against her chest as she stood next to her friends. Her eyebrows were perfectly sculpted and her makeup immaculate as she stared you down.

“You told me to be here at six thirty? I thought I was early…” You trailed off at the sound of one of her friends trying to muffler her laughter.

“No, darling.” You cringed at the nickname, hating the tone she said it with. “I told you to be here at six. And now you’ve embarrassed me by arriving so late. And dressed like this!” She gestured to you, causing you to look down.

You were dressed in what you thought was appropriate for a kid’s birthday party. You were wearing a pair of light wash jeans and a nice t-shirt, something you normally wouldn’t wear. You were itchy beyond belief and dug your nails into your palm to stop you from scratching at your skin.

“I don’t understand.” You say as you look back up at your mother. You watched as laughter fell from her lips and she turned to her friends.

“I swear, I have to pick out everything for her, she doesn’t know anything about clothes!” Her entire group of friends laugh as you now clutch the bottom of your shirt, feeling the tears build up in your eyes again.

“Go sit down, before you embarrass me even more.” You hear your mother tell you, nodding in response before moving to sit down at one of the tables at the edge of the large yard.

“Pretty girl, that’s it. Look at me.” You feel Hobi’s hands on your cheeks, turning your head to look at him. You could feel him wipe away tears you didn’t know had appeared.

“There you are. Hi baby.” He smiles at you, seeing the fog in your eyes disappear the longer he held your cheeks in his palms.

“Hi Hobi.” You whisper back, eyes focusing on his.

“Are you okay? You kind of just froze.” He moved some hair out of your face, placing it behind your ear as he watched you.

“It’s nothing. I just, uh, I need to get ready.” You moved out of his grip and returned to rushing to the bathroom, quickly changing your clothes and making sure not to wrinkle it, not wanting Jin’s wrath.

You do your skin care routine, trying to follow the steps that Jimin had Namjoon write out in English for you, but you skip a couple of steps, not wanting anyone to be annoyed that they had to wait on you.

It takes you all of five minutes to get ready, grabbing your small purse holding what you need for the day as you move into the living area, bumping into Yoongi who is munching on a small tangerine.

“Baby, what’s got you in such a rush?” Yoongi’s hands grasp onto your side, steadying you before you fall forward.

Yoongi notices the flush of your face and the way your eyes were red. He knew something was wrong, but he could tell by the way your jaw was clenched that you didn’t want to talk. He wondered if he knew what was wrong, having seen a lot of your past.

“I’m late to meet Hobi’s mom and Jiwoo and I don’t want them to have to wait for me.” Was your simple response, yet it had him confused.

“Why would they be upset with you? Didn’t Hobi tell them that you would be there in an hour?” Yoongi’s eyebrow raised as he walked with you to the couch where Jimin was relaxing, a movie on the large television.

“When we talked yesterday, we promised nine o’clock. That’s when we agreed to meet at the spa.” You muttered, not liking that his questions were making you even more late than you already were. You were becoming anxious, and the two in the room could tell.

Jimin adjusted his position on the couch so he could move to sit behind you, pulling you back into his chest and wrapping his arms around you. You tried to push him away, but he was strong as he held you to him.

Jimin started humming Serendipity, his voice coming out soft as you did what he hoped you would. You started to relax into him, letting your head rest on his chin as he peppered kisses along your jaw.

Jimin sang the song softly a couple of times, making sure that you were truly calm and your heart rate had lowered, no longer feeling it beat against his chest, before pulling away.

“Now baby, you have plenty of time because Hobi’s family isn’t going to be here until after ten, okay? So, sit with me, hmm?” He pulled you with him to lay down on the sofa, your body rested on top of his as he held you close to his chest.

You tried your hardest to be upset with the way Jimin just…rerouted your brain with his voice, but you couldn’t. You had never been able to work yourself out of an anxious spiral before, and you were amazed that he was able to help you stay afloat.

You felt like you were floating, muscles relaxed as you laid on top of your soulmate, his hand on your back, rubbing different patterns and words onto your sweater. Your hand was clinging to his shirt, fist clenched in the fabric as you breathed in his scent. Eyes closed as you listened to him laugh at something done on the tv.

You were so relaxed you didn’t even hear Namjoon open the door to Hobi’s family. His mom, dad, and sister walking through the door and placing their bags down.

You were supposed to be going out with his mom, Eunha, and his sister, Jiwoo, to the spa and lunch before doing some exploring with them. His dad, Hosung, was gonna spend the day with Hobi and Taehyung, who had wanted to join the two in their plans. The others were going to be relaxing as they had their first concert the next day.

“Now, where is our darling daughter at? I can’t wait for our spa day!” Eunha exclaimed, reaching forward to move past her son.

You were slowly moved into a seated position, Jimin doing the hard work and helping you both sit up. He had a smile on his face as he noticed your glazed over expression. Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, he helped you make sure your hair and clothes were nice before helping you stand.

“She’s right here mom!” Jimin hollered, a grin on his lips as Eunha rushed over and brought you into a tight hug. A grunt left your lips at the tightness now around your middle. You slowly brought your arms around Hobi’s mom before Hobi came over.

“Mom…” Hobi let out a warning tone, only for his mom to wave him off.

“I know, I’m sorry. I forgot.” His mom pulls away from you, taking a couple of steps back before noticing how tense your body had become.

“I am sorry for hugging you without asking. My son has told me about your sensory issues and I forgot about them in my excitement. I promise it won’t happen again.” You were absolutely stunned that she had apologized for hugging you. You’ve never had that happen before, and you completely ignored the wording of her sentences, trying to push away the already tense emotional feeling you were experiencing after the flashback of your own mom.

You nodded your head in response, which thankfully didn’t bother the older woman. She just looked at you with a soft expression, her smile permanently etched to her lips as she gestures you forward.

“Well, my daughter, I believe we have a spa appointment to get to.” Eunha talks slowly, remembering that you were still learning the Korean language. You appreciated her actions, reciprocating her smile as you moved forward and put your shoes on, standing in front of the door.

It took about ten minutes for you, Eunha, and Jiwoo to finally leave through the door. The boys were adamant about giving you their own goodbyes, Taehyung and Yoongi especially greedy as they kept pulling kisses from your lips. Namjoon practically had to pull Taehyung from around you, a large pout on his lips as he playfully whined, arms reaching for you as your elder mate pulled him away.

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The spa was something you couldn’t have imagined.

It had baths of mud and beds where you could be wrapped in seaweed.

You hadn’t seen anything like it before, and didn’t feel comfortable with new textures, even with your desire to have Hoseok’s family like you. You were still a little anxious that you had kept them waiting, and still was unsure if they were going to be upset with you over it or not.

Yet, Eunha and Jiwoo reminded you of Hobi, their love palpable and their happiness and kindness visible as they smiled at you. You could feel yourself becoming relaxed in their presence, like you belonged with them.

You picked a soft lavender color for your nails, Eunha and Jiwoo choosing the same color with grins on their faces, mischief glowing on their cheeks.

“I want to match with my daughters.” Eunha had spoken in the same soft and slow tone, the nail tech smiling up at her. The spa was a Korean spa, one that Hobi and Yoongi had discovered on one of their exploration trips of the city.

You had felt loved and appreciated, like you belong, and it was a new and different feeling than what you had with your soulmates. This was…like you had family.

“Have you been here before?” Jiwoo asked you as you settled down in a private room at the back of the restaurant. You had been rubbing your hands, the lotion on your skin feeling like oil. You tried to tell the woman you didn’t want the lotion, but it seemed like you fumbled your Korean a bit.

You were originally going to be seated on the balcony of the restaurant, but you were unknowingly followed from the hotel. It seemed that your face was known, and people wanted to know more. This led to Hoseok calling the restaurant and changing the plans a little, sending two more security to accompany the already four you had, Seungho included.

Your pictures were all over army twitter, Namjoon had seen. Some calling for your privacy and others wanting to know more. It was all weird to you and had you feeling like bugs were crawling over your skin, making you remove your sweater to reveal the cream t-shirt and black leggings.

“I haven’t. This is my first time in the city.” You revealed as the waiter came by with the menus. You recognized some items on the menu, but your eyes caught on the option for chicken tenders and French fries, what you called the classic safe food.

You tempered over your options, going with something what was safe or choosing to fit in with Hobi’s family and pick something else. It all came down to how you already felt. Would a new pick trigger your sensory issues and make you melt down? Or would it not affect anything and you go on showing his family that you could fit in with them.

By the time you made your decision, the waiter had already come back with your choice of drinks and his notebook.

“Alright. What can I get for you?”

“I will have the chicken tenders and fries please.” Jiwoo spoke in her bets English, making your eyes widen in shock. You figured she would pick something else. When the waiter looked at you, you just told him you would have the same thing, adding ranch on the side. You didn’t hear what Eunha had picked because Jiwoo moved closer to you.

“I love their chicken tenders. They are so crispy and taste so good!” Jiwoo told you, bouncing a little in her seat, seemingly excited for her order. Hearing her words, your shoulders relaxed and you became way more at ease with everything.

Maybe you were overthinking everything…like normal.

“I am so happy that the boys have found you.” Eunha spoke as soon as the waiter had left, her gaze soft as she watched you sit forward in your seat. Eunha and Jiwoo had spent the entire day hoping that you would feel comfortable around them.

Hoseok had spoken with them, frequently over the years about his soul sight, everything he found out about you, he would confide in them. So, they knew more about you than you did them, unfortunately. Eunha and Jiwoo were aware of your disability and were aware of your wariness around strangers. They had just hoped that the number of times they had video-called with you had eased the tension and made them more familiar to you.

But it was okay, they were patient and had plenty of time to help you become more comfortable with them. They wanted to become your family, wanted to become the people in your corner.

“They all spent years looking for you. Had their eyes practically glued to social media for a long time. Hobi especially went through tiktok, hoping you used your actual picture as your profile picture, or that you posted videos of yourself.” Jiwoo followed her mom’s lead, trying to ease your discomfort.

“He always told us how sweet you were, any little thing you accomplished he would brag to us about it, proud of you.” You had little tears in your eyes now, blinking them away as you listened to them.

“I uh, never thought I would have a soulmate. I didn’t get a bond like that, with any of them. Thought something was wrong with me.” You laughed at yourself, self-deprecatingly as you remembered your years of research.

“I never expected this, any of it. I just wanted to come to the city, a vacation by myself so I didn’t have to stress. But now, I have seven soulmates who love me more than anything in the world. It’s…. like I’m dreaming.” You confess, trying to tell them that you didn’t know, that you didn’t mean to not look for them, thinking that was why they were telling you these things.

“I figure, things will happen when fate deems it to. We are just happy you were able to find your way to them. You don’t ever have to worry about anything with us…we just want you to feel comfortable with us.” Eunha’s hand moved to hold yours, pausing a couple inches from yours as she asked permission before continuing.

“I’m sorry I—” You paused, realizing that they knew you were uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, honey. We just wanted you to know that we already love you and see you as family.” Eunha’s words have you crying, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to wipe them away with your palm, but Jiwoo moves, handing you her napkin and helping you so your eyes wouldn’t become puffy. That’s the sight the waiter walked up to, plates of food in hand.

This small moment, Jiwoo helping you and Eunha holding your hand, changed your entire mindset; you felt okay, like you were with people who genuinely cared for you. You were ready to do whatever you could to get the boys’ families to like you, but it seemed like you didn’t have to.

You hadn’t even imagined that their families could have known about you, that the boys had told them all about you, what they knew from the soul bonds. Hadn’t envisioned that their families would have already accepted you and your bond to their boys.

And it had you happy, knowing you didn’t have to mask around them. Didn’t have to create a persona that wasn’t you.

And you relaxed, even began to joke around and laugh with Jiwoo and Eunha as you finished your lunch and walked around outside, exploring your surroundings and taking pictures as you went.

You even took pictures upon Jiwoo’s insistence, her smile having you agree to her whims before you can even blink. A couple pictures of you and Jiwoo, of the three of you together, and then a couple of Eunha, with her arms wrapped around you in a hug.

“I need pictures with my daughter to show my friends.” Was her excuse for extra pictures, making you grin back at her. You didn’t mind, even posting some pictures on your Instagram afterwards, putting a small heart over her face to keep her anonymity like Hobi wanted.

You ended up spending the entire day with them, getting frozen yogurt and buying a couple of things that Jiwoo picked out for you, saying you would look beautiful in them. They were even cotton like you wanted.

It was an amazing day with family.

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in another life

April 28, 2019

Clementine was leaning up against a wall around her IIHF U18 Team having completed the tournament early in the day and they were all hanging out in a empty hotel room, some playing cards or poker, some all huddling with their phones, a few half asleep on the floor, and some just talking and eating.

Clementine was leaning against the wall looking out the window showing the city of Sweden, she tensed as she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder before she smelt the cologne and slightly relaxed.

“Well hello gorgeous.” Braden Schneider greeted her with his flirty smirk.

“Schneider.” Clementine deadpanned, she has known him for a few years now, playing him multiple times a year in the WHL and being teammates for Team Canada and they have the same NHL draft class.

“Aww, no smile for me.” Braden sadly pouted poking at her cheek making her bit her lip to stop her smile hating how he has grown on her over the years, “I saw that.” He smugly grinned at his favorite girl.

“Shut up.” Clementine grumbled crossing her arms over her chest but not moving away from his arm.

“Never.” Braden promised with a smile looking around before discreetly pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, “I will see you later Clemsy.” Braden winked at her and is the only one to call her that.

Clementine cursed in her mind as she felt her cheeks grow hot.

Jamie Drysdale happened to see the interaction between his two teammates and walked over giving his friend a look.

“James don’t.” Clementine gave him a stern look back. Clementine and Jamie had quickly become quick friends within the first time they met and they seemed to just click.

“I wasn’t going to.” Jamie innocently smiled holding his hands up in defense.

“Mhm.” Clementine hummed not believing a word he said, knowing Jamie is very sweet but also looks very innocent meaning he easily gets away with anything.

October 6, 2020

Clementine was watching the rest of the draft after getting drafted number one to the New Jersey Devils.

She sat on the couch watching it with Connor as the rest of her family was outside celebrating still.

“The New York Rangers are proudly to select Braden Schneider.”

Clementine perked up slightly at the name and clapped with a small smile getting a teasing look from her younger brother which she ignored.

She pulled up her phone pulling up her texts with Braden, “Looks like we are rivals again.” She texted and shut off her phone letting out a chuckle at the coincidence.

The two having been rivals the last three seasons and now they are drafted to the two teams that have one of the biggest rivals in the NHL.

“It’s fate Clemsy :).” Braden texted back the second he had a free second and smiled at Clementine texting him.

Connor made kissing sounds seeing his sister smiling at her phone, Clementine elbowed him giving him a look, “Do not be a brat.”

Connor just smiled shaking his head.

December 19, 2020

Clementine put her hotel key against the door for her hotel room for the WJC and walked into the room and saw the bathroom light on and door closed and knew it was her roommate, she didn’t know who it would be but she only had a few people that rooms with her so she didn’t bother to find out exactly who it was.

She set her bags down on the floor next to the empty bed not hearing the bathroom door open and someone walk up behind her only when she felt arms wrap around her waist to spin her around.

She froze for a second before hearing an all familiar laugh and she relaxed into the backwards hug as he spun them around before setting her back down on the ground.

Clementine spun around turning to face Braden who was staring at her with a smile across his face, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.

Braden smiled wider and hugged her tightly back.

The two started getting closer or rather Clementine started accepting her feelings for him and over the last nine months of being in quarantine they have facetimed and texted a lot and got a lot closer than they already were.

“Hi.” Braden whispered cupping her face, looking at her with a fond smile.

“Hi.” Clementine whispered back with a smile before she bit her lip and leaned up on her toes pressing her lips to his, Braden hand moved down to the lower of her back pulling her closer to him.

“Took you long enough.” Braden teased panting slightly as they pulled back.

“Shut up.” Clementine fondly rolled eyes whispering against his lips.

“Gladly.” Braden whispered before pressing his lips back against hers.

November 23, 2021

Clementine and Braden officially got together after they saw each other again at the WJC at the end of 2020 and their families weren’t surprised when they finally got together, they both kept their relationship private only family and some friends knowing not wanting anyone in their private life.

They loved being in a relationship and the two just fit each other so well, especially as Braden just seemed to bring out a more silly side of Clementine and they both experienced their first relationship.

But it was difficult, Clementine being in the NHL and having her rookie year and living in New Jersey and Braden switching between the AHL and WHL never having any time to see each other besides in the summer and they both knew it couldn’t work out forever.

He came to visit her for a few days having gotten a few days off and luckily so did Clementine.

Clementine rested her arm againt his bare arm laying in silence covered by a silk sheet feeling the slight cool chill in the room, Braden fingers were tracing her spine.

“I’m sorry.” Clementine whispered, she wanted a relationship to work with Braden, she really did. He was her first in a lot and she never regretted anything but she regretted how they just seemed to not be able to work out and how it just wasn’t easy.

“I’m sorry too Clemsy.” Braden kissed the top of her head, not only was she someone he had fallen in love with but she had become his best friend over the years and he hated that no matter how hard they tried they knew it wouldn’t work out between them.

They both deserved an amazing relationship and be treated the way they deserved and being in a long distance relationship and having schedules that don’t aline made it very difficult for that to happen.

“You are so gorgeous and i was lucky to be able to love you and to get the chance to be loved by you. You’re gonna find someone that it’s just easy with.” Braden held her face in his hands memorizing everything up close in case he never gets the chance again.

“And you are a totally asshole but you’re kind and funny and seem to light up a room no matter what, anyone will be luckily to have you B.” Clementine whispered back giving him a small sad smile and resting her forehead against his. Braden let out a small sad laugh.

They knew in another life they would’ve of worked out.

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Your Hobie fics are so good ahhh. I was wondering if I could request a gn reader who lives with abusive family getting comfort and reassurance from Hobie? Like telling you you aren't imagining the abuse and it IS as bad as you feel it is and it ISN'T normal and you DO deserve love and kindness and just sort of holding you and reaffirming reality and positive attributes like intelligence and letting you know your body is okay, etc. Sorry if this is long or too specific!! Thank you for the fics you've already written either way!

I’m Here (Hobie Brown x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

Category: Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Depictions of Physical/Verbal Abuse, Alcoholism, Blood, Bruises, Mentions of Suicidal Ideation, Swearing

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Hello hello and thank you for your request! I’ve never really written a fic like this one before, but I hope I’m able to provide you with comfort with it…and I hope more than anything that you’re safe.

IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW/LOVE IS IN DANGER, CALL 911 (USA/CANADA) OR 999 (UK) IMMEDIATELY.

(More resources for seeking help will be listed at the end)

It all happened so fast.

You came home from a long night out, making sure to gently close the back door as you crept towards your room. Your mother was passed out at the table. You sighed as you laid your jacket over her shoulders before creeping down the hallway. You gasped when you felt a large hand squeeze your shoulder before you were slammed against the wall.

“Where the fuck ‘ave you been?” your father slurred as he wobbled back and forth. You wrinkled your nose as the acerbic stench of booze filled your nostrils.

“I was out with friends,” you said in a monotone voice as you glanced down at your shoes. You yelped when he struck your nose, blood gushing down your face as you desperately held back tears.

“Don’t give me that tone, you stupid fuckin’ brat,” he hissed. You kept your head turned away, only to be met with a sharp sting against your cheek. Your head spun as you collapsed onto the floor, your father quickly picking you up by the collar of your shirt and shaking you.

“It’s just a bad dream,” you told yourself as his spit flew in your face, his furious tone fading to sound like a voice underwater. “It’ll all be over soon”.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he roared. You reluctantly stared into his bloodshot eyes, your lips twitching ever so slightly as you heard your mother wailing in the other room. Your heart dropped as you felt him curl his fist inside your shirt.

“Now look at what you did! You made your mum upset!” he seethed. You frowned as a lump formed in your throat at the sound of your mother’s cries. You knew deep down it wasn’t true, but before you could even blink, your father tossed you down the hall. You yelped as you curled your arms around your head, your entire body jolting with a sharp pain as your old man stomped over.

“Get the fuck out of this house-now!” your father bellowed. You held your cheek before scrambling away, your entire body aching as you rushed out the back door. Your heart was pounding inside your ears as you stumbled through the gate, the smell of sewage and cigarettes causing you to gag. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you walked down the dimly lit street, your body now trembling as the adrenaline hit you.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you let out a small sniff. Your cheeks burned as you looked down at your scraped up shoes, hugging yourself even tighter despite the pain that seeped into your muscles. You blinked away the sheet of tears as you approached River Thames, the dark water reflecting the lights of the city.

You sniffed and wiped your nose on your sleeve, your eyes not even widening as you saw a familiar crimson soak into the fabric of your shirt. You quickly turned your attention back to the river, debating on whether you should submerge yourself in the cold water as you stepped to the edge of the dock. You sucked in a sharp breath as you closed your eyes, the pain fading for a moment as you imagined it all ending in an instant…

“(Y/N)?” a familiar voice called. You opened your eyes as you nearly tripped forward. You gasped quietly when you saw your friend, Hobie, standing on the deck of his longboat. You flinched when he jumped over the railing and rushed towards you, the whites of his eyes growing larger when he saw your broken nose.

“Love…what happened to you?” he asked with furrowed brows as he kept his hands at his sides. You tilted your head down as your cheeks burned again. Hobie stood silently before gently nudging your hand with his. You jumped back as your shoulders tensed, mind racing at his simple touch. Hobie frowned as his brows knitted together.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said softly. You lowered your head as you felt his gaze on you, ashamed of being around him in such a state. Hobie was always the one who knew what do to, always so put together. Falling apart in front of him terrified you…and yet, you couldn’t stop the tears that gushed down your face.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed as you rubbed your hands over your tired eyes. Hobie was quickly at your side, his hands hovering around your waist as you shook like thin branches in the wind. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated as you hiccuped.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” your friend cooed. You released a shaky breath as your body burned and ached. Hobie cleared his throat before tilting his head towards his boat. “Why don’t you come inside, yeah?” he said.

You gulped and nodded, shivering as another gust of wind blasted down the docks. Hobie held his hand out, his expression soft as he spread out his fingers. You parted your lips as you slowly slid your hand into his. He gave you a gentle smile before leading you towards his home on the water. You sighed as a wave of warmth washed over you as you stepped inside. Hobie closed the door behind you before guiding you to his rugged sofa.

“Wait ‘ere a moment. There’s tissues on the coffee table for your nose,” he said. You nodded before sinking into his couch, your hands shaking as you pulled a few tissues up to your face. You winced as you pinched the bridge of your nose, the sting bleeding into your bones. You gazed down at your lap as Hobie brought over a pack of frozen peas, a bottle of water, and some ibuprofen. He sat down next to you as he handed you the items.

“Nothin’ feels broken, does it?” he asked. You shook your head as you opened the bottle of water and popped two pills into your mouth. You gulped it down before squeezing your eyes shut. You remained stiff for a bit before taking the cold peck and sinking into the couch cushions. The space heater hummed in the corner of the room as you felt the pain ebb and flow through your body.

“You want somethin’ to eat?” Hobie asked. You sniffed and shook your head, the blood flow thinning from your nose as you sighed. Hobie gave a slow nod before shifting in his seat. “(Y/N)…we both know this didn’t happen ‘cause you slipped,” he suddenly said. You felt your face grow cold as your throat tightened. You clenched the pack of peas as you gritted your teeth.

“It’s nothing,” you said.

“It’s not nothing, (Y/N). Your bleedin’ from your nose, got a mark across your cheek an’ bruises all over you,” he said, his normally calm tone wavering as his voice cracked. Your heart sank when you saw his eyes become glossy, his frown deep and sullen as he stared at your face.

“Look at what you did…”

“I-I’m sorry,” you swallowed. “I’m sorry I made you upset,” you breathed. Hobie shook his head.

“I’m not upset at you love-I’m fuckin’ pissed at whoever did this to you,” he said curtly. You blinked as your fingers dug into the pack, your body tensing at his words. Your shoulders sank as you gripped the edge of the couch cushion with your other hand.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you said. You swallowed the lump in your throat before releasing a stuttering breath. “It’s my fault, anyway…” you muttered. The sofa creaked as Hobie inches a bit closer to you.

“No it’s not,” he said firmly. You shook your head as you whipped your head around.

“Yes it is!” you screamed. Hobie’s face tightened as you flared your nostrils. “It’s always my fault! It’s my fault that my dad drinks! It’s my fault that my mum’s a mess! It’s…it’s always my fault,” you shivered as tears rushed from your eyes. You shook your head as you ducked away, not wanting to see his look of disappointment at your sudden outburst. “If I wasn’t born, maybe she wouldn’t have stayed with him,” you thought aloud. “If I wasn’t born…maybe he would’ve been different,” you choked.

“Oi,” Hobie grunted. You didn’t look up, didn’t want to subject yourself to even more embarrassment than you’ve already endured. “You know none of that’s your fault, right?” he said. You slowly glanced up to see him giving you a gentle, sympathetic look. You blinked away a few more tears before resting your forehead on his shoulder. Hobie let you slowly inch towards him, pressing your body against his. He cooed as he wrapped his arms around your shivering frame as if he were shielding you.

“None of it’s your fault,” Hobie reassured you as he stroked your back. Your tears soaked into his t-shirt as he held you close. “Your dad drinkin’ and bein’ an arsehole is his choice, not yours,” your friend affirmed. You nodded, though the voice of your father still echoed inside of your head.

“I’m so stupid,” you blurted out. Hobie pulled back a little as he furrowed his brows.

“Why do you say that?” he asked. You sighed.

“My dad always says I’m stupid. Or clumsy. Or ugly…” your voice trailed off as you pushed your head against his arm.

“Well, he’s a fuckin’ twat,” Hobie seethed. Your jaw dropped as a small sound escaped from your tight throat. To say he looked downright furious would be an understatement: his nostrils flared, eyebrows scrunched together as he clenched his jaw. You took his hand into yours and smoothed your thumb across his knuckles.

“Please, Hobie…it’s not-“

“It is, (Y/N). It is that bad…and it will always be. He’s not going to change,” he said. You squeezed his hand.

“H-He can be nice sometimes-“ you stammered.

“That’s the thing: he’s nice sometimes,” Hobie replied. Your hand shook in his as your mind raced. “(Y/N), you deserve someone to be nice-no, to be kind to you all the time,” he explained. His words shattered your heart, your chest bursting into a million pieces as you sat there with wide eyes.

“B-But everyone’s parents get upset with them. It’s normal,” you rationalized. The look on his face told you all you needed to know. You collapsed your face into your hands. “Oh, God,” you murmured. Hobie held you as he hummed quietly.

“I’m here, love,” Hobie whispered. You sniffed as he patted your upper back. “We’re here,” he murmured. You nodded and swallowed thickly.

“And you know what? You’re not stupid. You’re far from it,” he said. You sniffed as he squeezed your hand this time. “You’re bloody brilliant,” he smiled brightly as he cupped your other cheek. You leaned into his touch as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek bone.

“And even if you’re a little clumsy, that’s okay. Everyone is,” he shrugged.

“You’re not,” you frowned. Hobie grinned.

“That’s ‘cause I’m perfect,” he shrugged with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his arm, making him chuckle. “Kidding,” he said. Your breath hitched as he suddenly gazed into your eyes.

“And we both know for a fact that you’re not ugly,” he murmured. Heat filled to cheek as you hit your lip.

“Hobie,” you whispered. He smiled as he patted your cheek.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. You gripped his hand as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“B-But I’m too…broken,” you gasped out. “Too many bruises and broken bones and-“

“And you’re still beautiful,” Hobie said softly. Your eyes widened as warmth instantly flooded your chest. You sat speechless for what felt like an eternity before you suddenly pulled him close to you. Hobie ran his fingers through your hair as you buried your face into his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his wiry frame.

“Thank you,” your voice cracked. “Thank you so much, Hobie,” you sniffed. Hobie nodded as he gently rocked you side to side.

“You’re welcome, love,” he murmured.

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allthecanadianpolitics · 7 months

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As a brown person, I'm starting to fear the whole situation with Canada cutting ties with India. I know that all this is somehow gonna get spun into a racist hate campaign by white people in their echo chambers because these racists are just itching for any excuse to hate on a minority group, just like they did post 9/11, and just like they did during covid.

I hope I'm wrong about this though.

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star-going-supernova · 8 months

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Gregory, instead of acquiring the Faz cam from Monty golf, acquires a reinforced golf club, i'm pretty sure what happens next is very obvious.

Another prompt from ao3, this one from Canada W.E, and it’s number 47 of the tumblr generated prompts! Man, this one was fun to write.

Hole in One

See, it might not have been a problem if it had been one of the standard golf clubs for the guests. Those ones bent easily if smacked against a rock. But Gregory didn’t find one of the normal ones, no, he got his hands on one of the special, heavy-duty, reinforced golf clubs that were made specifically to withstand Monty’s strength.

So the animatronics were doomed, basically.

• • •

Gregory skidded around a corner and immediately stopped, holding his breath as he waited. He listened to the creaking sound of Moon prowling closer and wound up with his golf club, holding it like a baseball bat.

The second those creepy red eyes came into view, Gregory put all his strength into his swing. The crash of metal against metal reverberated through his arms, but it was so worth it for the way Moon’s head full-on spun around with a horrible crack. The animatronic stumbled back with a raspy shout. His hands shot up to his backwards head. Gregory took off with a panicky but victorious little cackle, high on adrenaline and unwilling to stick around long enough for Moon to regain his bearings.

Hell yeah. Taking the golf club had been a fantastic decision. This one felt heavier, more solid, than the other ones he’d poked at. Screw a camera; this was how you did self-defense.

He glanced back only when he had to wait for the elevator, and Gregory immediately burst into giggles at the sight of Moon waving his hands around in front of him, his head still facing the wrong way.

• • •

Chica was his next victim. She had him cornered near the kitchen, where so many of the dumb doors were locked and needed a security pass higher than the one he’d snatched. She was taller than Moon and didn’t hunch over the way he had, so Gregory zeroed in on her vulnerable knees.

She seemed to catch on to his intentions too late, only managing to come to a stop as her eyes widened. The knee he made contact with popped sideways so violently that her entire leg collapsed out from under her, taking her straight to the floor with a screech.

He leapt over her prone body while she was distracted and fled the scene of the crime with no small amount of glee.

• • •

The STAFF bots took the majority of his attacks. They were, he’d discovered, actually weirdly fragile, so long as you attacked higher than their base. Their arms and necks snapped easily with a good, solid thwack.

One of them managed to sound the alarm before he could decapitate it. That didn’t stop him from decapitating it, of course. The head sailed through the air and landed in a startled Freddy’s hands.

“Gregory!” he cried, and it was unclear whether he was disapproving or just shocked. He dropped the head like it was diseased.

Roxy burst through a door at the end of the huge hall. Now, Gregory might have been mad with golf-club related power, but he wasn’t stupid. Roxy could lunge fast and hard, and unless he was able to sneak up on her, he’d be leaving her alone.

Freddy’s stomach hatch opened as Gregory beelined for Freddy. “Hold this, please,” he said, thrusting the golf club at his protector.

He climbed in, leaving Freddy stiffly holding the golf club and eyeing it warily. “It is… an interesting choice of weapon,” he said after a moment.

Ahead, Roxy turned away now that Gregory was safely out of sight. He snickered. “I’m gonna keep it as a souvenir,” Gregory told him.

Freddy made an alarmed noise, but he seemed to realize that he had no real say in Gregory’s crimes against robots and/or humanity. He briefly contemplated going after Vanny, then decided if she made herself into a nuisance, he’d take action. If she was smart and stayed away, she could keep her bones intact.

• • •

Nothing beat his attack against Monty. Nothing.

It’d been luck that he’d managed to knock Monty off the catwalk with one of the gondolas over the mini-golf course, and it’d been luck that he’d managed to race down there before Monty could get up.

Slowly raising to his knees, a cacophony of modem screeches coming from somewhere in Monty’s body handily covered up the sound of Gregory’s rapid approach. Positioned behind Monty, Gregory swung at his head, and the golf club connected with a tremendous and satisfying clang.

Between the damage from fall and Gregory’s attack, one of Monty’s eyeballs popped free of its socket, rocketed halfway across the green, bounced twice, rolled a bit down a slight incline, and sank into the hole.

Propped up on one hand, Monty stared, frozen. The virus in Monty’s head, pretty thoroughly short-circuited from “brain damage,” fizzled and deactivated. Behind him, Gregory began to vibrate with destructive joy.

“All right, all right,” Monty said, sounding defeated but also impressed, “that was pretty cool.” He sat down the rest of the way with a grunt and lifted one of his hands. “Rock on, lil guy.”

Gregory high-fived him with a whoop. Oh, he couldn’t wait to tell Freddy.

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