is she still with miles

anonymous asked:

Hey, did you hear about the heroic Senator who is battling an especially deadly form of cancer (and recovering from major surgery) but still flew to D.C. to make sure the Republicans could not pass any version of their awful healthcare repeal bill? Her name is Senator Mazie Hirono of Hawaii and she has stage 4 kidney cancer but she still flew 5,000 miles so that the Democrats would have their 48th No vote. You might not have heard of her, over the sound of the media sucking John McCain's dick.

Seriously.

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I haven’t posted about her yet, because I wasn’t sure what her future was going to be. But this is Shrimp, a patient I work with. Shrimp has muscular dystrophy and she hasn’t been able to walk or stand since she was about 4 months old. When we first saw her, she had very severe muscle contracture and atrophy. She could move her front legs and wiggle a little and that was it. She was brought in by Golden Bond rescue, who had her brought over from China.

Since January, I’ve spent every work day with this adorable, perpetually happy little Shrimp, and she’s been a perfect patient. She still can’t walk or stand on her own, but she’s miles stronger than she was, and she is happy in spite of her dependence on us to help her get around. She can “shrimp” across the room now, and she can swim pretty strongly.

Today the hospital celebrated her first birthday. It was over-the-top! Balloons, a dog cake, a people cake, a billion stuffies, everyone sang happy birthday… it was amazing. And even though her future is still uncertain, it does make me feel good that whatever time she has on this Earth is being spent with people who care for her and make sure she stays the happy little Shrimp she is.

(if you’re interested in where I work, follow our facebook. It’s Oswego Animal Rehab).

My Mistakes Were Made For You
The Last Shadow Puppets
My Mistakes Were Made For You

My Mistakes Were Made For You - The Last Shadow Puppets - Alex Turner and Miles

“And we’re just following the flock,
Around and in-between,
Before we’re smashed to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame.
And it’s the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn’t help but spit them out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind”

I really love how she still comes on Tumblr and stalks us.We are really supporting her from miles away but she still can realize our support for her cause of Tumblr.She knows they’re swifties who can reach her with going concerts and she knows they’re swifties who can’t go to her concerts cause of living too far.So she has a connection with all swifties cause of this app.And I love this app cause of this.And I know Tay loves this app cause of this.

AA6 post DLC Headcanon

Phoenix: “Is Ms. Oldbag fine?”

Miles: “What?”

Phoenix: “She’s still going to your office, isn’t she?”

Miles: “Nnghooh… I-I don’t want to think about it.”

Phoenix: “Well, just tell her you are gay, so she’ll stop being around you.”

Miles: “What?! Why should I tell such a thing? Rather, I’ll try to explain her the truth: I am not interest in romance and marriage.”

Phoenix: “That’s definitely not going to work.”

Miles: “Uh? How can you be so sure?”

Phoenix: “You’ve already told me you’re not interested in romance and marriage, but I’m still around you.”

Miles: “W-what do you mean?”

Phoenix: “Ha ha ha, nothing. Just kidding. You’re my best friend, I’m not going to propose to you.”

Miles: “I do hope so. If you started to court me like Ms. Oldbag does, and my opinion about marriage didn’t work, I’d be forced to take your previous advice and tell you I’m gay.”

Phoenix: “…”

Miles: “…”

Phoenix: “…”

Miles: “………………… FORGET WHAT I SAID. NOW.”

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“After all the lies and everything he did to me, I told myself I was using him— that I was finally in control.”

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Degrassi Social Media AU (14/?) + Jonah and Frankie’s Instagrams

It is precisely 1:52pm, and James Potter has switched his desk fan on.
Lily Evans resents this for a number of reasons, the first of which being that she’s always cold in the office. Always. She still insists on wearing tiny little business dresses every day, because she and Mary spent far too much time (and money) excitedly picking them out when she got this job, but that takes nothing away from the fact that she gets cold. He knows she gets cold. And does he care? No.
At the very bottom of the list of reasons why Lily Evans resents James’ desk fan (and really, it’s insignificant compared to her deep freeze), is that every time it blows her way, she gets two nostrils full of aftershave, and she doesn’t like that at all.
“Oi, Evans,” he says, as if on cue.
She closes her eyes, still facing her monitor, breathes in strength and patience and fucking aftershave.
When she looks around, he’s grinning his lazy grin at her, leaning haphazardly against the back of his office chair, gangly limbs everywhere. “Did you want to borrow my jacket?”

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Fic: Over My Dead Body

I have no idea what this is or why this happened… but here. Have a High School!Olicity with a little bit of Tommy Merlyn thrown in. 

Prompt: You look like shit. 


“You look like shit.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Felicity says, holding onto her stomach as she tries not to throw up.

She’d told Mr. Walsh that she didn’t feel good today and he’d still made her run the mile. She should sue the school for negligence.

Better yet, she should vomit all over his precious Reeboks.

How is it that tuition here is thousands of dollars a year and they can’t afford competent teachers? Felicity would have been better off turning down her scholarship and attending public school.

“Are you going to barf? Because I have to tell you, Smoak. I’m a sympathy puker. If you throw up, I will, too,” Tommy says, earning him a glare.

A wave of pain hits her and she doubles over, crying out.

“Mr. Walsh, I don’t think Felicity is doing too good,” Tommy calls out, putting a comforting hand on her back.

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welcome home, soldier | tommy shelby

request: [reader] and Tommy met during the war through letters(she was his rock during the hardest times and he confided on her everything ,even the family job ). after the war is over ,Tommy is set on meeting her face to face, her brother died on the field and she’s struggling ,so they finally set a date and it’s all kinds of romantic.

“Here, Tommy”

He looked up, cig hanging from his mouth, half frozen hands stilling where they lay on his gun. He was bored to death and cleaning it for the third time today, sat in an alcove buried into the side of the trench.

“What is it, Frank?”

“Letter for you”

He scowled, holding his hand out for the paper.

“Already had mine today”

“It off my sister”

“What?”

Frank laughed, dropping into his own burrow opposite and scanning his own letter.

“She wanted to say thank you ‘to that Tommy guy’ for, and I quote ‘saving my absolute idiot of a brother from his own stupidity’. So…I think she misses me”

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Forgive me

Written for @leiascully xf writing challenge: forgiveness

Set after “The Truth”

It rains the first night they’re on the road. The raindrops pelt angrily against the windshield and the wipers do their best to give Mulder a clear view of what’s ahead. Their scratchy movement contributes to the peculiar symphony they’re listening to; their silence, however, is the loudest participant.

Things they want to talk about, really should talk about now after all this time, they’re swallowed in kisses, in moans instead. Here in the car, though, the distance between them seems inexpugnable. Mulder considers taking her hand in his, the need to feel her soft skin against his is almost painful. But he doesn’t reach over. Despite their desperate love making last night, he is not sure where they stand. Their bodies remember each other flawlessly, as if never having been apart. The distant look in her eyes, emotions playing on her face he’s never seen before, they remind him that she lived through a hell he did not walk through himself. Just like his hell is his very own. They’re both burned, but their wounds no longer match.

And Mulder’s secret, he fears, will make it only worse. Cause newer, rawer pain.

His eyes wander over to her small body, slumped in her seat, her head leaning the window. She’s fast asleep, still trusting him enough to know he’ll get them there, wherever, safely.

“Forgive me, Scully,” he mumbles, “I am so sorry.”

The words come easy now knowing she can’t hear them.

*

“Where are we?” Scully wakes up with the sun, her voice as warm and gentle as the weather.

“We just passed Tucson.” Mulder adjusts his sunglasses, preparing himself for her next question.

“Where are we going, Mulder? Mexico?”

“No.” She waits for him to elaborate, tell her, and he just can’t find the words.

“I’m sorry, Scully. It’s just- let’s just drive, all right?”

She doesn’t answer; she leans her head against the window again, her eyes trained on the bleak landscape surrounding them.

“Don’t be sorry, Mulder. We’re in this together, remember?”

He nods. But she doesn’t know. She just doesn’t know.

*

They eat at a shabby road side diner, just like in old times. Mulder grins at her remembering mornings and afternoons spent together discussing cases. He misses it. Scully smiles at him softly, nodding to herself as if she, too, wishes they were still these people.

A few miles later Scully tells him to stop.

“You need sleep, Mulder.” She doesn’t offer to drive and he knows she’s right. They check in as Mr. and Mrs. Hale paying in cash with crumpled up bills. The room is clean enough, he figures. Silently he strips down to his boxers as Scully shuts the blinds.

She watches him get comfortable in bed.

“You’re not joining me?”

“You should sleep, Mulder. I’ll be fine.”

“You know, I can behave myself. Come to bed, Scully. I’ll be a gentleman.” She takes off her jacket, her blouse and finally her skirt. Mulder keeps his eyes on her face, determined. His cock betrays him, throbbing gently, tightening his shorts.

“But who says I can behave myself?” She whispers and Mulder lets go, lets her take the reign for the moment. When he comes, her walls clamping down on him, guilt surges through him, reminding him that he doesn’t deserve this. When she kisses him after with a smile on her face, he tastes bitterness.

Her eyes begin to flutter and her breath evens out.

“I love you,” Mulder whispers into the room where the air conditioner gently hums, almost like a lullaby, “I love you so much, Scully.”

There is no answer and he is glad.

“Forgive me, Scully. Forgive me.” And he, too, sleeps.

*

When Mulder changes the direction north, Scully shoots him a look but stays quiet.

What did they used to talk about on these drives? Mulder doesn’t remember. In his memory, they’re always talking, quarreling. Cases, theories, ideas but nothing he could pinpoint. It was a time before his death, his resurrection. Before there were new partners assigned to find him, to have her back. A time when there was no baby boy; no regrets on either side why he isn’t with them now.

“We could stop in Las Vegas, make it official.”

It’s supposed to be a joke, but Scully’s silence and her somber face tell him it was the wrong thing to say. He doesn’t apologize. Not for this.

As the scenery changes, the mood in the car remains the same.

“I really am sorry, Scully. For all of this.” When she doesn’t answer, he believes she’s asleep again. He doesn’t question her exhaustion, doesn’t ask why.

“Stop apologizing, Mulder. There’s nothing to be sorry for, nothing to forgive.”

“You heard me.”

“I did. It’s just- I sent you away, Mulder. To keep you safe and to… if there’s anyone who should be sorry it should be-“

“No, Scully. Don’t. Just… don’t.”

Silence takes over after this and Mulder feels it deep inside himself; the guilt manifesting itself inside, striking roots. You don’t know, Scully. You don’t know.

She’ll find out soon and then… and then.

*

They arrive with the sunrise. Orange flames lick at the sky as Mulder steers the car onto the graveled path.

“Where are we?” Scully’s voice is still thick with sleep. She runs her hands through her hair automatically.

“Mulder, where are we?” He stops the car, the house still small there in the distance. Mulder turns to Scully, who stares intently at him. There have been moments like this before in their long partnership; Mulder running off, leaving her with merely a sliver of the truth. Once she did it to him, too. This, he knows, is a different betrayal. One she might not forgive him.

“We’re in Wyoming.” There’s no reaction on her face. She has no idea.

“Scully, I couldn’t, I-…” Mulder trails off; he can’t do this. He starts the car again, Scully’s blue eyes burning into him, never once looking anywhere but his face. It takes maybe another 20 seconds, 30 tops, before the house comes into focus. Scully’s eyes leave him someone walked out the door. Mulder slows down the car and it finally stops in clear sight.

“Mulder…” He doesn’t recognize the emotion in Scully’s voice. He listens to the click of her seat belt, the soft close of the car door as she steps out. The woman on the porch holds her baby tightly, fastening her grip involuntarily.

Mulder takes a deep breath. He couldn’t have told her. He doesn’t have the words for it. Opening the car door, soft air hits him, reminds him of a place somewhere, of something he can’t put his fingers on. The baby kicks gently, like happy children do when they’re excited, and Mulder looks at his son for the first time in over a year.

“Mulder, why…” Scully’s voice breaks.

“Forgive me, Scully.” He pleads.

He needs her to forgive him because he can’t let go, can’t forgive himself and partly her, for giving up. For giving up their son.

“We’re taking our son home.” He says, determination in his voice. 

Strangers No More

“Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, “What? You too? I thought I was the only one.”
… It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision - it is then that Friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

For those who don’t know, a little history…

@caitcrumbcake was the second Tumblr blogger I ever made contact with. She was here for the SamCait ship (a Cait passenger for the most part) back in the very early days of innocent tomfoolery. She was funny, I thought, and wrote some fun fanfic. Most importantly, she was the one still awake and on Tumblr late at night when I couldn’t sleep. I needed a friend and I found one. There are times in life when what you need most is a stranger with a strange perspective and it was one of those times for me in life. We got along quite well. 

As things around here got more and more ridiculous, she stopped playing in the fandom. Also she relocated to Bum Fuck, other side of planet Earth. I’m not kidding. Literally. Other side of the planet. 16 hour time difference in the winter. It became quite a challenge to stay in touch. But stay in touch we did. We have made the effort. 

So yesterday….

I woke up and shared my coffee with crumbcake. In person. She was sitting in my ladies’ lounge and we chatted while her wee bairn played on the floor. We talked like we always do about everything and nothing. I made her oatmeal for breakfast. 

While I was waiting for my bath to run, I pulled up Tumblr to see what was on the agenda for the day. I saw the ridiculous post. I laughed. I rolled my eyes. I said hey to eternity and then went about my day. Crumbcake and I didn’t waste a second discussing that picture. I didn’t bring it up. I didn’t know if she’d seen it or not, but in my mind that is for Tumblr. 

What happens on Tumblr, stays on Tumblr. Usually. Sometimes though…..

What happens on Tumblr is that someone flies 8000 miles to attend a family wedding with three small children in tow and then drives 600 miles out of thier way just to spend 24 hours hanging out with you. 600 miles! That’s insane! I still can’t believe she did that. 

I see so many friendships on here amongst the bloggers and everyone says that’s why they stick around. What are you guys waiting for? Go meet your crumbcakes! 

Gajevy prompt: I don’t need a Prince Charming saving me

This one was requested by @supernovaecastaway <3 This one is actually the shortest fic I’ve written so far, but it didn’t take much to hit the nail on the head with this one! At least I think so, haha.

Levy climbed the ladder to the top shelf of the long line of bookshelves. She carried a handful of books with her that needed to be placed back into the guild library. She hummed to herself a little melody as she went about her work, content to living within her own little world, continuing to replaced the books that she had borrowed and searched for the next few books on her list. A dainty finger passed over the titles of the books as she searched for the correct name of the tomb she sought.

Just out of reach of her finger tips she found the title she had searched for. She leaned as far as she could, but still she could not retrieve it from it’s place upon the shelf. Huffing her cheeks in frustration, she leaned just a bit further until suddenly she slipped.

She seemed to fall in slow motion, and the only thought she had was that she shouldn’t have been so stubborn, she should have climbed down and adjusted the ladder. Her hair fell around her face as she fell downwards, her hand outstretched, as if to reach onto the ladder she had fallen from. Levy prepared herself for the hard and inevitable fall, but it never came.


Instead, she found herself being caught by strong arms and cradled close to a firm chest as a deep voice broke her from her shock.

“What the hell are you doin’ Levy? Tryin’ to get yourself killed?” The angry voice growled at her.

She cracked her eyes open to take a peak at who was scolding her. Lips pulled tight into a frown, and wild black hair tied back with a red bandana that made his ruby red eyes pop out, especially when he was upset… like he was now.

“Gajeel, put me down.” Levy huffed as her cheeks inflated and turned pink with embarrassment.

“Oi, how about I drop you on your ass to teach you a lesson? Should have let you fall, maybe you would learn to quit making stupid decisions on that damn ladder.” He proceeded to drop her a few inches into a chair nearby and stand with his arms crossed over his chest and scowl down at her.

“I don’t need this, you know!” Levy stood from where he had plopped her down, stamping her foot against the floor.

Gajeel rolled his eyes in annoyance, “Need what, Shorty?”

He was taken off guard and almost stumbled back when she poked him hard in the center of his chest. “This whole act! I don’t need a prince charming saving me!”

Staring down his pierced nose as her for a silent moment, he then burst into laughter at her words.

“Prince charming? Me? Do I look like a prince charming to you, Shorty?” Gajeel’s hands moved to his hips and he made himself wide, as if letting her examine his appearance. And even though she could recognize him from a mile away, she still took the moment to indulge herself in admiring his strong physique. His biceps bulged and thick veins ran down his arms, weaving in and out of the studs on his forearm. His sleeveless shirt was tight over his chest and if she looked closely enough she could see the outline of his abdominal muscles.

In an attempt to not satisfy his obvious cry for attention she turned to the table where her work was spread out and pretended to organize. Though she couldn’t just leave the words hanging without quipping back at him.

“You’re right, you’re more like the dragon guarding the princess.” She grumbled under her breath.

By the time she had finished her sentence, he was already on her. Pressed against her backside, his hands crept around her waist and grabbed onto her hips firmly. She wanted nothing more than to melt against him. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, “That would be accurate. And a dragon always protects what is his, my princess.”

Hair

So since these requests were very similar in concept, I apologize that I didn’t quite answer them exactly how you guys wanted, but I also saw this comic by @atwotonedbird and couldn’t help myself. 

Enjoy! 

(Drabble takes place in between events of Chapter 10 of Sidon’s Epic Pining Adventure before the Yiga attack happens)



Sidon was still grumbling angrily when they got back to his quarters, and now Link wasn’t sure if it was because Ruta’s stubbornness was still getting to him or because of the monster attack that just added fuel to his fire.

“Bastards,” Sidon growled, “I can’t believe they’d have the nerve to grab you like that…”

“Hm?’ Link grunted in confusion. It was only then that it finally clicked for him; a Moblin in the attack had gotten rather gutsy, grabbing Link by the hair and pulling him off his feet. Unfortunately for the Moblin, the motion had granted Link the perfect opening to slice it and kill it. But if Sidon had been the one to been grabbed like that and on the tail…

Well, Link still couldn’t remember much about Zora biology but he did know that tails were a sensitive spot and his first instinct would have been to rush Sidon straight to the infirmary.

That would also explain why Sidon let out such a rage-filled roar and ran his trident through the moblin’s neck even after it was dead.

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You’re My Home - Christian Yu Scenario

Thanks to the anon who suggested this :) 

Summary - Long distance relationships aren’t fun but one thing is for sure…

                   ‘Distance makes the heart grown fonder’


You rubbed at your eyes,the flashing of your phone the only thing keeping you from sleep,well that and Christian.You kept replaying the moment over and over again in your head.Him finally loosening his grip on you,trying and failing to hide his sadness as a tear escaped,you smoothed it away,wrapping your arms back around his neck.He didn’t want to let you go and you didn’t want him to.But you both had separate lives,work commitments all in different countries.You were torn between the two.

Two years ago your company had branched out and created their own HQ in Seoul,the other based in your home country,you had been one of the few volunteers to divide your time between both locations.It was strictly and was only ever meant to be business related.Rent an apartment and go to work,that was your schedule and commitment.

Then Christian happened.

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Happy @ineedthesons (This one is slightly longer)

103) She’s my daughter, I can read her diary

132) I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.

Happy’s POV

My daughter and old lady are the best things that ever happened in my life. 20 years with my old lady and our baby, Lucy, just turned 19. I loved being a dad and my baby and I had a great relationship until recently. She was at college not far from the house so she still lived at home but lately she seemed to be a million miles away.

In the past few months she had started coming home late during the weeks and on the weekends she was hardly home at all. Every time I tried to hang out with her she got this guilty look on her face and made up an excuse. She also was extra protective over her diary since her weird behavior started happening. I mean ever since she got her first one when she was 12 she had been protective over her private thoughts but lately she was extra protective over it. We had always had an open relationship though so I never felt the need to check her diary before now.

I talked to my old lady about it and she said that she was probably just dating someone new and didn’t want us to meet them yet because I “scare people off.” I am not as sure, she would of told us if she was seeing someone one, unless she knew I was going to be angry about it. Which means it was someone really bad which I definitely need to know about. At least that was my line of reasoning for what I was doing now. I had her diary in my hands and was playing with the spine. She must of dropped it out of her bag before leaving for school because I found it on the floor next to the couch.

I had been debating on opening and reading it for the past half an hour. I mean what if she’s doing drugs? What if she’s hurting herself? What if someone is hurting her? With that thought I opened the diary. I flipped to a couple months ago when the weird behavior started happening.

Dear Diary,

I’m not a 100 percent sure how it happened but I know that I don’t regret it. I don’t regret any of it, not the way it felt, not the way he made me feel, none of it. He says that it can’t happen again and I know he’s right but fuck I want it to. I want to feel his hands on me again, I want to feel him inside me again. I know he feels guilty and I do too slightly but dad won’t find out.

The door opened and I jumped and closed the diary. I leaned on the counter so my arms were covering it. My old lady rounded the corner and smiled at me.

“Hey baby,” She came over and kissed me. She looked at me and frowned. “What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did something?” I asked defensively.

“Your eyebrow twitches when you feel guilty.” She told me. I cursed her for knowing me so well no one else would of picked up on that. I slowly stood up and nodded to the counter. Her eyes widen and she gasped as she saw the diary. She smacked me hard in the arm.

“Hey!” I said.

“What the hell are you doing reading that!?” She asked with an angry look in her eyes.

She’s my daughter, I can read her diary!” I told her.

“No you can’t! It’s an invasion of privacy!” She yelled at me.

“She fucked someone!” I blurted out. Her eyes widen again.

“Do you… do you know who?” She asked. I shook my head.

“Did you know?” I asked. Those two shared everything.

“No, as far as I knew she was still a virgin.” She said sadly.

“This guy took her virginity!?” I asked angrily.

“She’s fucking 19, Hap. Be happy she’s not 14.” She told me. I grumbled and grabbed the diary again. I flipped to the next page. “Fuck Hap, you are on your own for this.” My old lady shook her head and walked away.

Dear Diary,

He couldn’t keep his eyes away off me. They followed wherever I went and I couldn’t help tease him. If he wasn’t going to do anything but look then he was going to suffer. I understand why he doesn’t want to do it again, I know he thinks he betrayed my dad but I can also see the way he looks at me. The hunger in them, I feel the same way.

My eyebrows furrowed. Betrayed me? Was it a Son that was fucking her? One of my brothers? A mechanic at TM? My hands shook at the idea of it. I turned to the next page.

Dear Diary,

I wore a short skirt and no panties today. When he realized that all of his willpower went out the window. He nearly took me on the fucking bar. This time after we were done, he refused to let me leave and pulled me close to cuddle me. I never expected him to be sweet with me, I thought it was just sex. Eventually I settled in his arms and he kissed me softly. I don’t know what this means but I won’t overanalyze it for now.

I sighed angrily and moved a month ahead in the diary.

Dear Diary,

God he treats me like a princess. I never expected this, it was just supposed to be a one night stand. Well after that I needed more and so did he. He asked me to be his girl a couple days ago. I told him that I’d need to think but I know now I’m going to say yes, especially after last night. He made me dinner and afterwards he pulled me close and we slow danced. After the song ended he made love to me. It was soft and sweet. I think I’m falling for him…

I rubbed a hand over my head and bit my lower lip as I moved to the next page.

Dear Diary,

I told him that I’d be his girl. He was so fucking happy that he kissed me out in the open. We just about got caught by Bobby when he did. When we were alone again, he said he wanted to let people know. He wanted us to actually be together instead of this sneaking around shit. I honestly wanted that too but dad would kill him. I didn’t want him to get hurt because of me. Dad wouldn’t understand though.

I clenched and unclenched my fists. Fuck! Can she just write his fucking name! I flipped to the next month to one of the most recent pages.

Dear Diary,

He brought up telling my dad again. We both feel so guilty about it but I know it’s safer if dad doesn’t find out. I love dad but I love him too. Maybe I should end it. If we’re only ever can be a secret is it worth it. Fuck I don’t know anymore. Everything is confusing.

It was my fault that she was hiding all this. But I don’t blame her for hiding it. I’m itching to kill whoever this is. I turned to the next page which was the newest one.

Dear Diary,

I’m going to end it today. I can’t put the pressure on him to keep us a secret. Every since I made this decision, my stomach has been twisted and in pain. I feel sick and I want to cry. I cried myself to sleep last night. We’ve only been together for a month but we’ve been friends for so much longer. He’s always been there and I can’t stand the thought of him not wanting anything to do with me anymore. I love Tig…

The diary dropped out of my hands. Tig.. Tig… Tig!? Fucking God! I walked out the door, slamming it behind me. I jumped on my bike and raced to the clubhouse. I parked and walked inside.

“Tig!?” I yelled as I went into the clubhouse. I looked around and everyone was staring at me like I had lost my mind. “Where is he!?”

“His dorm.” Bobby said. I stomped back there and knocked hard on the door.

“Coming!” Tig yelled. As soon as the door was opened big enough I grabbed him by his shirt and threw him into the wall. I heard the other guys start running down the hall at the crash but I didn’t care. I was so pissed at him. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground slightly before I start punching his face over and over. I knew the guys had stopped at the doorway and were watching what was happening but none of them made a move to stop it. Probably because they knew I’d turn on them if they did.

“Dad! Dad! Fuck someone stop him please!” I heard Lucy yell. She pleaded with the guys for another minute before I felt arms start to drag me away from Tig. It took Opie, Chibs, Jax, and Clay to rip me away from Tig. Tig spit some blood out of his mouth and sighed.

“I’m sorry brother.” He said. He knew why I did it and before I could tear out of my brother’s arms, Lucy jumped in front of me.

“Dad, please. It’s not his fault.” She said.

“It’s not, really?” I growled.

“It’s mine, he wanted to stop after the first time and he wanted to tell you when it did continue. I’m the one that wouldn’t let him.”  She told me.

“He still should of! You both should of!” I yelled.

“I know but with the way you are acting now can you blame us!” She yelled back. That shut me up. She did have a point. I stopped fighting the guys hold on me and shrugged them off.

“Do you love her?” I asked Tig who was getting off the ground. He nodded slightly and he grimaced in pain which gave me a sense of satisfaction.

“Yeah I love her a lot, brother.” He told me.

“You hurt her and brother or not, I’ll kill you.” I told him.

“You’ll have to get in line behind me dad.” Lucy said with a smile as she came over and hugged me.

“I don’t like this or understand it but I guess if he’s what you want.” I said with a shrug.  

I have my reasons.You wouldn’t get it.” Lucy said with a giggle and kissed my cheek before going over and checking on Tig. I looked at the rest of the guys who all had similar looks of what the fuck is happening on their faces. I chuckled and walked out of the dorm. Now I had to go face my old lady who was definitely going to yell at me for the trouble I’ve caused today.


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