//oh I got a headache. I’m going to bed. Night guys// 

partywithagascan:

Weapon grinned when she took the umbrella but his pursed lipped thoughtful face sprang buck up,”Husband….. you have a husband? Thats like…. means your divorced right?….. or is it married?…” He finished off his cigarette and flicked it into the dirt. “It’s ok to be addicted to things, I think. Do youuuuu want to do the pills? Can yall do them together? That’s the best way.”

"No we aren’t divorced. We are still in our first year of marriage." She got silent as she thought for a minute," I’ll talk to him and get back to you. Is that alright?" 

foreverviolence:

"I will..and I love you darling. My heart and sings and aches without you to comfort it."

"I will be back as soon as I can love. I promise" 

foreverviolence:

artisticzombie:

foreverviolence:

"Which is what?"

"I’ll tell you later. Don’t feel comfortable saying it over the open airwaves" 

"Fair enough…Samantha" not sure if he should be allowed to call her darling.

she smiled a bit,” Tell Phantom I said thank you for caring for you and I love you” 

foreverviolence:

"Which is what?"

"I’ll tell you later. Don’t feel comfortable saying it over the open airwaves" 

foreverviolence:

"I’m sorry too. I should know that it was just trying out…different things..I guess I felt my marriage was threatened..I just love you. Come home. Please"

"if you are talking bout Sam kissing me. It was all her. She took me by surprise…….and I will……I need to do something first" 

foreverviolence:

artisticzombie:

A bloody head? Are you ok?

I woke up next to Chris’s car and he took me to my dad. 

Someone attacked me..I’m with Phantom” hoping only giving part of a last name was vague enough to anyone who might be listening. “I love you. I am glad you are safe at least”

"Oh ok. Thats good. I’m sorry for everything" 

foreverviolence:

artisticzombie:

"You do? But last time we spoke….you sounded pissed at me" 

Forget that I was. I woke up with a bloody head and my wife missing.

A bloody head? Are you ok?

I woke up next to Chris’s car and he took me to my dad. 

foreverviolence:

artisticzombie:

foreverviolence:

artisticzombie:

D-Darry? 

Samantha?

she bit her lip” You wanna talk now?” 

"I do. I miss you."

"You do? But last time we spoke….you sounded pissed at me" 

foreverviolence:

artisticzombie:

D-Darry? 

Samantha?

she bit her lip” You wanna talk now?” 

scarecrow-ripper:

artisticzombie:

scarecrow-ripper:

"Over what?" He asked, worried for his daughter.

"I don’t wanna talk bout it" 

"Well why do you talk to him!" He handed the radio to her.

She stared at the radio in her hand. Her heart pounding in her ears. 

D-Darry? 

Dammit Darry

//talk to Zombie now!!

Until Your Breathing Stop Stop Stop - AU drabble

foreverviolence:

//The question I ask is what if this fight caused Darbie to be no more. The ending isn’t pretty. Just a warning.

The fight had been it. This was the last straw. He felt his heart break a little bit more. His jealousy had tipped the scale over the edge into where it couldn’t be brought back. It was bad enough that he was still protective of even Tony, but the other Sam kissing his wife and him not being able to do anything about it, just broke him in two. It sent a small tear, turning into a split. an earthquake spreading, quaking, formations around them both into a wall that couldn’t be torn down. Their talks of wanting children were no more. He came home one afternoon to find a sealed envelope with a nolo contendre divorce. They hadn’t spoken for weeks, almost a month, and it was finalized. He recognized the scrawling. His wife was now his ex wife.

Over the years he wished he could have said life went on, but because he didn’t have the protection of his home, he was constantly chased.  His chase had left him in a cave, and he gasped for breath, hearing a German lullaby as he saw darkness. He spit out blood and his life, exhaling for a final time.

——————

1 year passed and a skinny woman visited the grave of the once unknown. Simply “Darrel” was on his headstone, just beyond the city’s borders. Someone unknown at the time had taken the time to bury him, finding out who his attacker was, although nothing could really be done to the murderer. She sat, with a child at her side, a baby a little over a year old in her arms, shaking, a thin tree of a woman now. She clutched the blankets the child was in and burst into tears and whispers across her lips. “I love you.”

artisticzombie //angst filled enough?

// DAMMIT DONI!!!!!! you made me cry.