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thebrideofmunson · 3 years

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Pink Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester X younger sibling reader(not in an incest way)

Summary: Dean is there to help his younger sibling after they have a nightmare

Words: 2211

Warnings: fairly angsty, but still very very fluffy, a detailed nightmare, mentions of John Winchester’s parenting style, bad writing?, like one cuss word, a tiny tiny bit of gore

Note about characters: in the present scenes the reader is 16 and in the flashbacks they’re 6 and the reader and Dean have like a 13/14 year age gap so he’s like 19/20 in the flashbacks, there isn’t any gendered terms for the reader so it’s neutral(unless you count hair being braided as a gendered term, but boys can have braided hair cause gender isn’t real), and finally this takes place in season 5

Dean woke up, not for any purpose, just one of those weird moments where you randomly wake up in the middle of the night. He shook his head and began fluffing his pillow, stopping when he heard soft crying.

“(Y/N)?” He softly called out.

You were laying with your back facing out and your face squished into the musty cushions of the small motel room couch, a failed attempt at muffling your cries.

“Y-Yeah Dean? Something wrong?” You tried to play it off.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing. Were you crying?”

When you guys first got your room Dean cursed the streetlight right outside the window, but now he watched how it illuminated you as you dropped your head down.

“Nightmare?”

You looked up and made eye contact before slowly nodding a yes.

“Think you’re gonna be able to go back to sleep?”

You dropped your gaze again as your face screwed up and you could feel new tears form on your lash line.

“No.” You softly croaked out, barely audible over Sam’s snores.

~Flashback~

You couldn’t breathe, too focused on staying quiet to risk opening your mouth. Once the sting in your eyes and the back of your throat calmed down you went back to sleep.

“Sammy?”

You screamed out running through an old grey house.

“No no no please no!” You heard him scream somewhere you couldn’t find.

“Sammy!” You huffed before taking off running down the hall you came from.

As you ran around the house you felt small and helpless, like when you got separated from your brothers in the corn maze at the pumpkin patch in Iowa, the one Dean took you to without your dad knowing.

“Dean?” You desperately called for your brother as your feet pounded against the floor.

Completely unaware of your surroundings you ran, the only thing on your mind was finding your brother. Not paying attention to your surroundings you tripped, your heart raced knowing how your dad always got on you for that. You got up and looked down to see what sent you flying to the cracked floorboards.

“Dean!” You screamed

You woke up again, heart pounding in your head and toes. You stopped gasping for air when you felt your dad roll over next to you, holding it in again to stay quiet. Collecting your moose and your blanket, the one you got in Oregon when you were 3 and have refused to sleep without ever since, you slipped off of the bed as silently as possible. Your dad and Dean were fumigating a house in a fancy neighborhood so the only hotel available was a little nicer than your usual moldy motels. The vinyl floorboards stayed quiet as you snuck over to the door that joined your brothers’ room to you and your dad’s. You glanced at your brothers sleeping in their beds before moving their jackets off of the chair that sat in the corner. Dropping your blanket on the floor you traded it for the two flannels that were under their jackets and curled up into the chair. Once you were comfortable you finally let the tears flow, crying softly at first and burying your face into Mort the moose as your chest heaved more and more with the weight of your cries.

“(Y/N)?” You heard Dean call out in confusion as he shut the drawer of his nightstand.

“S-sorry for waking you up.” You tossed off the flannels and picked up your blanket, heading back to your proper room.

“No, no, hey, hey, come here.” Dean moved over in his bed and opened his arms, lightly flicking his wrist to call you over to him.

You gingerly padded over to his bed and with a little effort jumped up.

“I’m gonna guess it wasn’t growing pains that woke you up.” Dean chuckled.

“Ok, I’m sorry, bad timing. Now come on peanut, stop giving me that face and come in closer.” He said shifting so he could comfortably open up his arms for you.

You still continued to pout, but scooted into his embrace until your body felt lighter.

“Sorry.” You quietly mumbled, it came out kind of funny because of how your cheek was squished against your brother’s chest.

Dean pulled back and nudged your chin up, signaling you to make eye contact with him before resting his hand on your shoulder. His comforting softness melted away as he turned dead serious.

“Listen to me, do not ever and I mean ever apologize to someone because you’re upset. Ok?” He searched your eyes waiting for an answer, which you gave him with a nod.

“Now tell me why someone broke into my room and stole my favorite flannel.” And just like that Dean pulled you back into him and your softy of a brother was back.

“Dad yells at me when I don’t sleep and when I cry and when I ask him questions, so I came in here to cry” Even your big brother’s arms couldn’t shield you from the sadness that entered your body.

“Well I’m not dad, neither is Mort the moose, and neither is Sammy.” Dean started.

“Sammy snores now, he’s old.” You shot Sam a dirty look even though he was dead asleep.

“Yeah Sammy is old now, he drools too.” Dean joined you in giving his younger brother the stink eye. “Now tell me, what has my peanut so upset?”

“Nightmare.”

“Nightmare? Do you wanna talk about it?” Dean began playing with your hair as he awaited your response.

Staring up at your older brother’s face you thought about it.

“No.” You wanted to say what happened, to get it out of your mind, but you didn’t want to tell him about how you saw his still body covered in blood with his stomach in shreds.

“No? That’s okay.”

You guys sat quietly listening to the traffic outside and Sam’s snores. After a while Dean assumed you had fallen asleep, but just as he shut his own eyes your little voice stirred him.

“D?”

“Mm, yeah (Y/N)?’

“Are monsters real?”

~Present~

Dean watched you hang your head again before scooting to the side and opening up his covers.

“Wanna talk about it kid?”

Even in your sad and scared state a genuine smile broke out across your face, it was small, but still genuine. Without responding to your brother you kicked off the soft blanket that you had fought Sam for and walked over to Dean’s bed. Since motel beds are always oddly tall you had to do a little jump to get onto it, shooting a quick glare at Dean for being clearly amused at your struggle. Tentatively Dean opened up his arms to you and you awkwardly shuffled in until your head hit his shoulder and you instantly melted. The both of you sat there without a word, wondering what the other was thinking, unaware that you were both thinking the same thing. You thought about how long it had been since you two laid like this, both of you becoming aware of how long it had really been since you showed each other affection and comfort, and how after all of these years you two felt so natural. Neither of you took into account how the other’s muscles softened, how the past few years of Azazel, the door to Hell, your dad’s death, Sam’s death, Dean’s death, demons, vampires, and vengeful spirits all released from your guys’ bodies. For the first time in months neither of you cared about Lucifer or Michael or any other dick with wings.

“Hey Dean.” You finally broke the near silence.

“Yeah?” Your ear being pressed to Dean’s chest made his voice sound deeper and you could feel his jaw move against the top of your head.

“Do you remember when I was super young and we were staying at that nice hotel in Seattle and I had that really bad nightmare?” You slipped the comforter under your brother’s arm so you could fidget with it.

“Yeah I do actually, but how the hell do you remember it? You were like what, six? So that means it was ten whole years ago.”

“I don’t think I would remember it if it wasn’t the start of the recurring nightmare I always have.” The first part was a lie. That night had been the first time you ever truly felt like you had a family, the first time you had felt comfort in your life. You could never forget that.

“Oh.” Dean began to play with your hair, taking three small pieces and trying to see if he could still remember how to braid, something he learned because you hated how John would always cut your hair.

“This dream,” you started, “it’s bad. It’s always the same house, this weird grey one with cracked floors and for some reason the walls are cement. It’s weird. But in the dream I can never find my way, it’s like a labyrinth and every time I get more and more lost the hallways get darker and darker. It always starts with me screaming for Sammy and he doesn’t respond, but I can hear him. I can hear him.”, Your voice begins to break, “I can hear him screaming no over and over again, like he’s getting attacked and then when I call out for him again he’s silent. So I’ll start running to find him, I guess I’ve always had a hunter's instinct. Then when I’m running around I trip and every time I trip I always get this feeling of fear about dad yelling at me for always being clumsy. But then when I. '' You stop, dropping your head and gaze so far down that all you can see is your own chest. Dean drops the chunk of hair he was twisting in his fingers and looks down at you.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, lightly squeezing your arm to ground you, something he always does when you’re upset.

His encouragement only made things worse as tears began to fall again. Closing your eyes you take a quick deep breath.

“When I look down to see what I tripped over it’s you. You’re dead. Bloody with your stomach all ripped up, I never see the monster, but it must be something with claws. Then it just ends there. Tonight was kind of different though. Our ages are always different in the dream. Sammy’s voice always sounds like it did when he was 16 so I don’t think he changes, but sometimes I’m a kid and you’re a teenager like when I first had it or we’re both teenagers or we’re the ages we are now or sometimes I’m a kid and you’re an adult. But tonight, tonight I was 16 like I am now and you were a little kid.”

~Flashback~

Dean didn’t know what to do, he felt like the deer that stopped in the headlights and actually got hit. He’d been through this before with Sam, but he had been older and wasn’t already upset when they had the conversation. He had felt guilty every time he lied to Sam about monsters and didn’t want to give you that same false hope, but he resented his dad for teaching him about monsters when he was this young.

“I’m not sure of anything, (Y/N).” It technically wasn’t a lie, while Dean was sure that monsters existed he wasn’t sure of what to tell you.

“Well actually no, I am sure of one thing. Nothing and I mean nothing, no man, no woman, no animal, and sure as hell no monsters will ever hurt you because you are strong and I will kick their butt if they even try.” Dean meant that fully, he’s meant that since the day his dad sat him and Sam down to tell them they have a little sibling.

“Pink promise?” You said looking up at Dean.

“Pink promise?” He pulled back and questioned you.

“A pink promise.” You huffed, freeing your arm out from under Dean’s and extending your pinky finger.

“Oohh, a pinky promise.” Dean held up his arm and extended his own pinky.

“No, it’s pink promise.” You pulled your hand back.

“Ok, I pink promise that nothing will ever hurt you.” And to that you guys joined pinkies.

~Present~

You begin to quietly sob into your brother’s chest. Dean put his hand at the nape of your neck and put his cheek on the top of your head and let you cry it out, as you calmed down he pulled back and kissed your forehead.

“Hey look, peanut. Sammy and I are not going anywhere, we will always be with you, ok. A lot is going on right now and it will all be okay, we’ve gotten out of so many situations that we shouldn’t have and this one will be no different. I pink promise.” Dean raised up his arm and extended his pinky.

“Oh fuck off.” You lightly hit his hand.

Unfazed Dean kept his hand up and smugly smiled down at you. You sigh and extend your own pinky. As your fingers wrapped around each other your annoyed façade broke, your smile was joined by a few tears.

“Pink promise.”

A/N: So hey, your local forest wench here. This is definitely different from other stuff I post. I’ve never written a fanfiction before(so basically sorry if it’s not too good and please be patient with me), but I do read a lot of of it and maladaptive daydream a lot so I always have plenty of ideas. I came up with this idea this morning and really liked it, thought that maybe other people would like it and that it would be kind of greedy to keep it to myself. I’m actually really insanely proud of this ngl. If people like this and I feel comfortable, I might even write some more in the future.

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elvendara · 3 years

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Sugar and Spice Day 3

July 14th

Rock concert (Rockstar/Fan)

“Five minutes till curtains up!” the man ran backstage shouting over the din. Saeran expected a knock on his door shortly and sure enough, it came. Without waiting for an answer, the man opened the door to let him know the time limit. Saeran locked eyes with him through the mirror and nodded.

Once the door was again closed, he stared at himself. He’d long ago bleached his hair white to differentiate himself from his twin. Saeyoung worked in the shadows, it wouldn’t do to have a famous brother who looked exactly like him. He also utilized colored lenses. It served two purposes, he didn’t need to wear glasses, in fact, his fans didn’t even know he needed them, and the mint green was a stark contrast to his regular, amber-colored eyes. The pink tips were a more recent addition, but he liked them.

Black eyeliner was expertly applied, years of practice making it almost effortless. He took a sponge and smudged it, giving himself that perfect edgy look. The earrings were already in, silver crosses dangling on each side of his face. Ironic really, considering he didn’t believe in God. The thick black silver studded collar was snuggly around his neck as was the matching cuff around his right wrist. He stood and grabbed his leather jacket, sliding it on and glancing into the full-length mirror he had been given in his dressing room. He was comfortable in this persona. The music had been a way for him to deal with his life. Writing down his anger, confusion, and loneliness was a way to get it out of him. It became bigger than him pretty quickly and he found that hiding behind rock stardom meant he didn’t have to answer any real questions about his true self. It worked. Except it kept him lonely and alone. He’d come to terms with spending the rest of his life that way. It was easier than imagining being real with someone. Who could ever love the real him anyway?

He smirked at his reflection as he laced up his biker boots. Time to bring the house down!

He was soaked in sweat but didn’t feel tired. In fact, he felt invigorated, like every time he finished a concert. Feeding off the audience was one of the biggest perks to his career. Someone handed him a towel and he wiped his face with it.

“Great show Saeran!” one of the concert coordinators told him. She held a tablet to her chest and had a handful of fans behind her. Five doe eyed girls and one shy looking boy. Well, now that he looked closer, he was definitely a man, close to his own age. He looked sheepish being with the teenaged groupies. “These are the VIP’s for tonight’s afterparty. Thought I’d introduce you before you change.”

“Nice! Great to meet you, I’m glad we’ll be hanging out tonight. Hope you have a good time. Congrats on winning the backstage passes.” He regurgitated. There wasn’t always an afterparty but there were some special guests, rich, who had paid for the whole thing, so he’d been pressed to oblige them with an appearance. He hated the politics of being famous, but he did love his fans. It was because of them that he could enjoy what he did. If it was up to him, he’d fill the party with fans and not rich entitled groupies. He knew he would spend the night fending off offers to ‘get to know each other better’ all night.

“Oh my GOD! It’s really you!”

“Wow! You’re so HOT!”

“Ahhh, my friends are never gonna believe this!”

The girls were just cookie cutter versions of every other girl he’d seen. He couldn’t blame them; it’s how they sold his image. The man looked embarrassed; he wouldn’t even look him in the eye. He took the chance to check him out. He appeared to be a tad shorter than himself, with blond hair and pink clips holding back his bangs. He wore one of his concert shirts and tight-fitting skinny jeans. His nails were painted alternating pink and black with the black ones having his band’s logo on it, a mint green eye. So he really was a fan. Cute too.

“Uh, well, like the lady said, I have to go get changed for the party, I’ll see you all there. And be sure to grab your swag bags before you leave, don’t let them rip you off there! There’s a CD with a snippet of some of our new songs.” He winked and walked off. There was a lot of oohing and ahhing as he left.

He took a quick shower and dressed in a ripped black T-shirt, black jeans and his biker boots, putting all his accessories back on and reapplying his eyeliner. Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked out to the convention center next to the arena. Of course he wasn’t alone, he had security that surrounded him and paparazzi snapping pics as he made his way to the party. They screamed questions at him that he didn’t answer, he smirked, the signature look the media had come to know him by. Surrounded by so many yet feeling so alone. Making it next door took longer than it should have because of the circus around him, but make it he did.

Once he was inside he was taken by the arm by the coordinator who had introduced him to the fans, he couldn’t remember her name but she seemed nice enough. At least she didn’t flirt with him like other women did and took her job seriously.

“You’re here, great, first you should go say hi to the Han family, they’re the ones footing the bill for this afterparty, then you can have a few minutes with the fans before talking to some reporters…”

“Whoah.” He stopped in his tracks and could swear she left skid marks with her heels she’d been going so fast. “I want more than just a few minutes with those fans, and who are all these people anyway?” He saw his bandmates and some of the roadies, but everyone else was a stranger.

“Nobody you need to worry about, uh, I’ll see what I can do with the schedule.” She seemed frazzled but clicked away on her tablet while heading off again. He assumed he should follow, so he did.

“Mr. Han, I appreciate you taking the time and effort for this function.” Saeran greeted the elderly man.

“Ah, of course of course, anything for my new bride!” he had his arm around a young woman who was clearly less than half his age. The rumors about C&R’s head were obviously true. Standing on his other side was a tall and elegant man who appeared to wish he was anywhere but here. He’d seen that face plastered on magazines of all sorts. The heir apparent, Director of C&R, Jumin Han. They nodded respectfully at each other, Saeran feeling sorry for the man and having to deal with his father’s escapades, but the old man seemed like a descent sort. After a few minutes of his ‘wife’ fawning all over him, making him feel uncomfortable, the coordinator pulled him away. He was thankful to her for saving him.

She escorted him towards a section in the back, past all the dancing and the loud music, that was closed off. The music was still loud but at least he could hear himself think. In the section the fans sat, eating and drinking snacks on the coffee table. They all stood up and rushed him. Well, the girls did, touching him and giggling. Where were their parents? They didn’t look old enough to be out. They sat him down and pressed against him. The blond man sat to the side in a chair and continued to sip his cola and eat the snacks, sneaking a look now and then. He wished he could just be alone with him and have a conversation. At least he wouldn’t try to crawl on his lap like these girls seemed to want to do. Well, maybe he wouldn’t mind if the blond tried that.

After about 30 minutes, which felt like a lifetime, the coordinator gathered up the girls and took them out. It was past midnight and he guessed he had been right about their age, couldn’t have minors out at all hours of the night. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It felt like they had leached some of his life force out and he was drained.

“I guess that happens all the time to you huh?”

Saeran sat up abruptly, how could he have forgotten about the blond?

“Sorry, I’ll go if you want to be alone.” He stood and Saeran panicked.

“NO!” he stood, banging his knee on the coffee table, sending him on his ass back on the sofa. He grabbed at the knee, eyes scrunched, “Ow ow ow…”

“Let me see.” Suddenly there was a presence by him as the blond sat beside him, his fingers touching his knee. Because of the ripped jeans, it was easy to see his skin in that area. “Doesn’t look so bad, at least you didn’t break the skin. You’ll have a hell of a bruise though.” The blond raised his gaze to Saeran and he finally got to see the full view. Wow, those eyes knocked him out, was that color even natural? Maybe he was wearing amethyst-colored lenses like what he himself wore. His face was kind, a soft pink flush growing across his cheeks and bridge of his nose. It was adorable.

“Ah, that was really stupid of me. But…I’m glad you didn’t leave. We didn’t even get a chance to chat.” Saeran tried to regain his coolness but found he couldn’t seem to be bothered to try and act in front of this man. “Uh, what’s your name?”

“Yoosung. Don’t have to ask yours I guess.” He smiled, lighting up the entire room.

“Yoosung…I like it.”

“Thanks. I…uh…like you. I mean…I…your music…I…I…like your music…and…uh…I”

Saeran laughed and waved off Yoosung’s explanation.

“So you’re a fan huh? And what…a doctor?” he asked, placing his foot on the ground gently, still rubbing his knee.

“Not quite. But I am going to medical school. And yes, a BIG fan!” his eyes got large, as did his smile. “Your songs spoke to me when I was at a really low point. I don’t know, it felt like you knew what I was going through and understood my pain.” The smile faltered as his thoughts went back to those days. Saeran reached out and placed his hand on Yoosung’s, yes, he knew what it was like to be in pain, he could see it in his eyes.

Their eyes met, an understanding passing between them.

#my posts #fic #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #mysme #mystic messenger #Sugar and Spice #Day 3 #July 14th #OK #I know these are supposed to be Saeran as Spice #but damn if he isn't the sweetest baby boi!#He just wants to be loved!

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passionate-hedgehog · 3 years

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Band Aids and Lame Exes

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader

Warnings: There’s stuff, man Not like awful things. Someone’s just super grouchy in the mornings. And it shows.

Word Count: 1151

A/N: I wrote this installment of the prompt notebook series a little quickly. I ended up putting it off to the last minute because...idk why. Idk why I do anything tbh.Both of my best friend’s now actively read my works and that thought used to terrify me. Now? I’m grateful for friends that WANT anything to do with my creations. There’s a reference to the Blacksmith Shops and Musicals in here (when they bring up the restaurant) but you really don’t need to have read it to grasp the convo. But if you want to read it, you can find it in the mastelist “Lots Of Words”. ♥

Summary: Some days aren’t meant to be yours. Some days your boss calls you at the butt crack of dawn and some days metal shelves in a closet stab you. Some days are your days. Some days, you end up owning with someone by your side.

“You did what now?”

Y/n nibbled on her bottom lip but wouldn’t look Courtney in the eyes. “I told Ian to suck my dick…”

“Because he called you at six in the morning?” The blonde actress cocked her head.

“Who gave him the rights to call me that early??”

Courtney threw her hands in the air. “He’s your boss, Y/n! He’s going to have to make early calls sometimes!”

“I take melatonin. It takes a while to wear off. If he doesn’t want early morning threats then he shouldn’t be waking me up at the ass crack of dawn.” Y/n swirled her to-go cup of tea before taking a sip. She caught Courtney’s incredulous look and merely shrugged in response. “Listen, I warned all of y’all before we started planning for SMOSH Goes Camping. If I have plans in the morning, I’m taking the gummies. Don’t talk to me until after I’ve slept them off.”

“Oh...uh…” The two women turned to see Ian hovering in the doorway of the break room looking as if he wasn’t sure whether it was safe to enter or not.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “It’s safe, man. You don’t gotta suck my dick.”

”Jesus…” Courtney mumbled.

”Actually, I need Courtney to fill in on set. Shayne just called in late.”

”Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.” The blonde nodded and waited for her boss to leave. “Good job. He’s absolutely terrified of you now.”

Y/n shrugged again. “Not my fault.”

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Y/n found herself in the prop closet, the real reason for her stress. Normally, she loved the storage unit. She loved taking things down and putting them back in a new order. Did she have problems?...maybe. But it gave her a sense of peace. She had a different task at hand, though. One she wasn’t necessarily excited for. She was meant to make sure everything was put back from shooting SMOSH Goes Camping; a new adventure series akin to winter and summer games. The premise? They had to sleep in tents and cook their own food. The games were largely based on legitimate camping activities. The whole thing was her idea and she had no idea how it got approved. Yet, there she was. Sitting in the prop closet. Making sure everything was put back where it needed to be because her project was officially done.

She enjoyed looking through all of the items of past SMOSH videos. But her mind was set on her task. She began reorganizing the gear.. She found the space where the lanterns went; by the fake brassy orchestra instruments. The extra sleeping bags were meant to go into a pile near some plastic finches and other bird paraphernalia. She’s heard about the Bird sketch...but she knew she wasn’t brave enough to watch it. She’s heard things...things that made her regret listening in on an OG main cast conversation.

She went to put back the tiki torches against the back wall when she felt something sharp knick her leg. She pulled back from her position and leaned down to see some blood starting to trickle. Y/n closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply. It’s not that deep, she thought to herself. It’s just a little blood. Walk yourself out of the closet and go to your desk where your band-aids are.

She agreed with her mental conversation and left the small room, focusing on her journey to her desk. Once she got there, she plopped into her chair and let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Y/n dug through her little box of first aid trinkets that sat on the corner of her desk. There were different colored band-aids but she knew her current situation called for a neon pink one.

”Hey, Y/n” A voice called from her side, making her guts go flying all over the inside of her stomach. “Did someone get hurt?”

”Mm...a little.” Y/n stretched her leg out a little so Damien could see the damage. “But it’s fine.”

”Can I help? I know you’re not a fan of your own blood.” The actor let his backpack slide to the ground. “Do you have wipes? Because I know for a fact you weren’t about to put that on without cleaning it first.”

Y/n gave an indignant “Yes, Mom.” which caused Damien to flick her in the knee cap. She then handed him an antiseptic wipe and watched him tear open the wrapper.

”Do you need to hold my hand for this part? Totally fair if you do.”

”Like at the restaurant?” Damien looked up and caught her mischievous gleam.

His blush went down to his neck. “I mean, yeah if you want that. I’m down. It’ll just be until the pain is gone.”

Y/n chuckled. ”How bold of you, Haas. To assume I don’t want to hold your hand all of the time.

He didn’t say anything as his free hand found one of hers. His eyes didn’t meet hers as he applied the wipe to the cut on her upper shin.

”Yaaaaa that’s banANAS.” Y/n sucked in air and tried not to damage anyone or anything else beside her. “I absolutely DESPISE doing that.”

”Oh, come one.” Damien began with a smirk as he applied the colorful bandaid. “Holding my hand can’t be that bad.”

”Ugh. It’s the absolute worst. Ten out of ten: never doing it again.”

Damien looked down to notice that their hands were still together. When he tried to pull apart, Y/n held on tighter.

”Ten out of ten of other people. Only I get to do this.”

”Yes, and you did. Now I need it back.” He stood up and tried to pull away again.

”Oh, no. That’s not happening. This hand? Mine now. Better find a chair and take a seat. You’re gonna be here for a while. I have to finalize those edits for the SGC promos.” Y/n didn’t look at him as she opened her laptop with her free hand and began to type in her password.

”I have to film today. My call time is in 15 minutes.” Damien replied as he gently ran his thumb over the space between Y/n’s thumb and index finger.

The woman looked up and to the side where Damien was standing and pouted. “Fine. You can go...but I guess that means you gotta take me out on a regular old-fashioned date, then. My ex never took me out on them. He said there was no aim to them.”

The actor picked his backpack up and slung it over his shoulder. He situated it before responding. “Well, he sounds lame and I’d like to respectfully disagree. I’ll do whatever it takes to hold your hand again.”

After Damien walked off, Y/n faced her laptop. She caught Monica’s eye and winked. She was glad she had someone to talk over the new developments of hers and Damiens growing...whatever they could call it.

#damien haas x reader #damien haas #courtney miller #ian hecox #smosh fan fiction #smosh #smosh fanfic #hurt and comfort #reader got hurt #damien comforts her #probably regrets it a little #but doesn't regret it even more #idk whyi keep writing myself into these #im so aggressive

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pparkerpoetry · 3 years

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Face Reality (Part 4)

Title: Set the Past Aflame (and in the ashes let memories linger)

Summary: He wakes up feeling warm. He's not in the End anymore, but will this world be any kinder?

Maybe for once, it'll let them be kids. Maybe it'll let them forgive everyone. Maybe it'll let them heal. Maybe it'll let them be a family again. But then again, Ranboo's always been a dreamer.

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Ranboo woke up on a bed. A bed? He hadn’t had a bed in years. Not since the little shack in the cold, but surely he wasn’t there. No, it was too warm to be there. It was too loud for him to still be in the End, though. Far too loud. Where was he?

Opening his eyes might tell him, he figured.

It took more work than it probably should have, and he seriously considered just letting them fall back closed and sleeping for another few hours, but his mind was already up and ready to go. His body would follow eventually, but for now, it was sluggish and unwilling to do anything.

“Hey, Ranboo, you up? Or are you just moving cause you’re having another nightmare?”

The sudden noise made his eyes snap open, to stare at who was at his bedside. It was Tommy, of course. He opened his mouth to respond, and only at the last moment remembered to speak in English.

“Why are you so loud?” His tongue felt like lead, heavy and irritating. His throat hurt, but he didn’t think he could bear to look at water right now. “Where am I?’

Tommy scrunched his eyebrows together. “You’re at the cottage, I had to carry you back because you slept the whole time. Big man, I’m whispering. Are you alright?”

Ranboo wanted to laugh, but it’d been so long he wasn’t sure if he knew how. “You carried me? How’d you get through the portal? And I’m fine.”

“Some guy with wings opened it. Are you sure you’re okay? You were super light, You’ve been having nightmares and stuff and speaking all enderman-like and we have to make sure to be quiet around you. It’s fine if you’re not okay, I get what being alone can do to you. You just gotta communicate with me.”

Ranboo exhaled slowly. He wouldn’t cry. It would be useless.

Tommy must’ve sensed his reluctance to answer, so he changed the subject. “Phil’s on his way back now with Techno, they left this morning for a trip because they figured you’d be out for a little longer. I stayed behind, and messaged them a few hours ago because you were sleeping lighter.” There was a heavy silence after that, until Tommy broke it again. “Say, why’d you leave? Did it all just get too much, or did you not want to stay here?”

Ranboo swallowed thickly. He didn’t want to answer, to tear the family apart, but Tommy needed to know. “I think I just snapped. I’d lost my only home, and when Phil brought me here, I thought I’d get a new one, but... “ He paused, fingers fiddling with his sleeve. “I overheard something that I wasn’t meant to. It changed my perspective, and in the heat of the moment, I just… I left. I was going to just run away, but I thought of the End, because that’s where I came from originally, so I went there looking for… comfort.”

It went unsaid that he didn’t get it, but Tommy didn’t need for it to be spoken. He’d seen the city of endermen, angry and disgusted by the hybrid.

He hesitated to ask, but something told him he needed to. “What’d you overhear, Ranboo?”

Tears welled up in Ranboo’s eyes again and he closed them as he spoke. “Technoblade and Phil were talking about their new syndicate, and what new members to include. I was going to just go in the house, but then Technoblade mentioned me, so I waited. He said they should include me, use my memory issues to their advantage, and let me go feral and all endermen-like on whoever they wanted, so that the blame couldn’t be traced back to them.”

“That’s awful.” Tommy whispered.

“And Phil…” Ranboo smiled ruefully. “He just agreed. He didn’t bother to mention that the man who was mad at his younger brother for using him as a weapon was going to do the exact same thing to a teenager. I realized that I wasn’t going to get what I wanted there, I knew Fundy hated me, I knew Niki was still consumed by grief, and Tubbo, well… Tubbo had you. And you had Tubbo. You just needed to know it, and I would get in the way of that. So, I left.”

Ranboo had opened his eyes by the end of it, and Tommy opened his mouth to say something, but the door creaked.

“Boys? We’re home.”

Ironic. They weren’t boys anymore. They were boys when the wars raged on, raised in the midst of screams and pain. They weren’t boys now, once the white flags had been put up, once the sound of explosions stopped ringing in their ears. They were men, now, but the adults that had watched them grow had yet to acknowledge it, had yet to notice how badly they ruined their childhoods. Would they ever? Would they ever take responsibility for the long nights that were spent awake because their dreams were haunted by death and famine? Would they?

“Hey, Phil.” Tommy said dully.

Ranboo turned towards the door, and his gaze met the eyes of the man that he hadn’t seen since the day he left. The man that was part of the reason he left. Not that he knew it, though. Why would he?

“Hi.” Ranboo said, barely noticeable.

“Hi!” Phil responded, smiling. “You doing alright? You’ve been out for a while.”

Ranboo didn’t answer. He just looked at his hands, which were still red and raw, the skin uneven and bumpy. His face was better, the marks from his sorrow now only raised lines after having longer to heal. They were pink and grey, depending on which side they were on. But his hands- his hands still ached, they were still new wounds, a constant reminder of how badly he was doing. How much he had suffered, all on his lonesome, not even an animal companion to spill his feelings to. He was forced to face his failure, every single time he looked down.

He could’ve said something about how badly they hurt, all the time, but he didn’t. Phil didn’t care enough, it’d be useful to pretend that he did. That’s what got him into this mess in the first place. So, instead of saying how he felt, he lied.

“I’m okay.”

Tommy gave a slight huff, but got up to say hi to Technoblade anyway, leaving the other two alone.

Ranboo stayed as quiet as possible, flinching at all of the noises that Phil made as he made himself busy in the kitchen. If the older man noticed, he didn’t do anything about it. The silence was tense and uncomfortable, but maybe it was all in his mind. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Not much happened until dinner came around, and though Ranboo saw all of the food placed out, he couldn’t bear to eat it.

“You gonna eat something, big man?” Tommy asked, mouth full of food.

He hesitated. “I, uh. Haven’t eaten in a while. Endermen don’t really… need it.”

All movement stopped. Though it felt nice to his ears, Ranboo could feel the pressure of the eyes on him.

“Hm?” Tommy asked. “Say that again?”

“Well, I mean, I was there for a while, I was gonna run out of food eventually,” he stammered. “I discovered I just, I just didn’t need food.”

There was nothing for a moment, then Tommy moved some food to his plate and continued his meal. Ranboo did his best, but he could only bear to eat a few mouthfuls.

The only noise for a while was the clinking of forks on the plates, until Tommy’s communicator buzzed. He took it out to look at, before humming and standing up.

“What is it?” Technoblade asked.

“Tubbo needs me back. C’mon, Ranboo, we gotta get going.”

Phil made a small noise. “Maybe it’d be best if Ranboo stayed behind…”

Tommy glanced between his family members and spoke tensely. “No, I think he’ll come with me, you okay with that, Ranboo?”

He didn’t want to be left behind with Phil. Or Technoblade.

“Yeah. I don’t have anything with me, so I’m all set.”

“Oh,” Tommy said, “I actually brought some of your stuff. I couldn’t carry all of it, but I grabbed some of it.” He motioned to a small bag in the corner near where he had woken up.

Ranboo got up awkwardly, and took a hold of the bag. He didn’t look in it until he and Tommy were on borrowed horses on their way back to (what he assumed was still) Snowchester. In it were four collars, each with a different name from his pets, his old mis-matched gloves, his old memory books, and his crown, which he hadn’t even noticed was missing. He closed the bags, and noticed his hands again.

“Hey Tommy, do you have any bandages to cover these, so everyone doesn’t have to see them?”

Tommy nodded and tossed the bandages to Ranboo, and chuckled a bit. “You know, I haven’t told anyone else that you’re back. Tubbo knows, but I’m not sure he’s expecting you to come with me.”

Ranboo didn’t have another response, and just wrapped his hands. It hurt a little bit, but he couldn’t find the strength to care.

Maybe Niki would.

As buildings came into sight, he finally let his tears fall that had been hidden for so long. He never thought he’d see them again, and though more than a few of them were singed from wars past and maybe a few that he hadn’t been a part of, he couldn’t help but feel that he was finally home. Everyone had said that L’manberg wasn’t a place, but a people, and Ranboo couldn’t help but feel that it was the wrong sentiment for him. The people didn’t care about him. The trees, the foliage, the bricks that had been faced with such love, they did.

Ironic. Like everything was in his life, nowadays.

When he had stopped crying, they finally reached the other snowy biome after going down a long highway that he barely remembered. There was a lone figure standing at the end of it, as if waiting for the arrival of Tommy.

Tubbo looked older. They all did, to be fair. However, whereas Phil’s hair was just a bit more grey, Technoblade moved with a bit more caution from old wounds finally catching up to him, and Tommy had lost his signature loudness, Tubbo had gained a reckless sheen to his eyes. Ranboo wasn’t sure if he liked it, but when he clambered down from his horse, Tubbo smiled at him.

“Hey Ranboo, glad to see you back. Did you get even taller?”

Ranboo smiled, a bit awkwardly, after having gone so long without any sort of positive expression.

“Maybe, I mean I was kinda… embracing my enderman side a little more.”

He made sure to slouch a little more than he had been.

They all entered one of the buildings, and Tubbo took something out of a chest. “Here, Ranboo, I figured I’d make this for you for whenever you came back.” In his hands, he held out a beautiful leather journal with a delicately made quill, a much better quality than the raggedy ones in the small bag that he clutched.

“It’s for me?”

“Yeah.” Tubbo said, and pulled Ranboo into a hug after the journal was safely stashed away. “You know, I’m really glad you’re okay. I thought for a minute you might not be.”

Ranboo gave Tubbo a wary smile, mind going back to the feeling of a sudden pulse of electricity hitting his body. “No problem? I don’t really know what to say.”

They had a good stay in Snowchester, but it only lasted a couple of days until Tommy decided to message everyone else that Ranboo had been found. He didn’t know what he expected, but utter silence wasn’t it. Maybe he expected at least one shocked response, maybe a tearful one, maybe… well, at least something, after being gone for who knows how long. Ranboo still wasn’t sure the exact amount of time.

It didn't matter. Niki was on the wooden path, and when she turned to look at the sound of horses approaching, her face became pale. Ranboo noticed that her hair was a different color than he remembered it, but then again, he remembered different times.

“Tommy wasn’t kidding?” was her first question, when they dismounted and walked closer. She placed the basket she was holding down and went over to Ranboo, one hand taking his and one moving to cup his face. “Oh, Ranboo, what happened to you?”

Ranboo didn’t like how his eyes closed when he felt her fingers against his scars, how he leaned into her touch. He’d missed his older sister. Did she miss him?

He didn’t notice when he gave off a soft enderman chatter.

Niki’s gaze fell to Ranboo’s hands, covered in bandages. “Boo, you need to do these differently, these aren’t going to do anything-” and, as she unravelled them, “Oh, Ranboo…”

She looked at his fingers, or claws, that should have been long with the time he’d been gone, if not for how he broke them. He hated how disappointed she was, looking at the red and maroon skin that was still sore and sensitive. He hated that she didn’t bother to ask why he did it. He hated that she had left him all on his own right when he was at his lowest just so that she could exact her revenge, but as much as he tried, he couldn’t hate her.

She pulled Ranboo into a hug, and as much as he wanted to just stay in her arms forever, she let go first and said that she had to hurry home to Puffy. Perhaps that was another story that he’d never learn.

As he left to follow Tommy, he probably wouldn’t’ve heard her last words if not for the way his hearing had changed.

“I’m sorry I gave up on you.” Her sweet voice, full of sadness that would never be fixed, filled with a fire that had been quenched. She’d had her revenge, but it left her cold and full of regret. Not for what she’d done, but for the hurt that she’d caused because of it.

Ranboo wasn’t sure which hurt more- the fact that she acknowledged that she’d given up on her younger brother but did nothing to fix it, or that she thought that he didn’t need to hear her apology. At that point, he would’ve given anything to hear her apology, but instead of turning around, he flicked his ears forward and kept walking.

She’d given up on him long ago. He was starting to give up on them.

“Hey, are you alright, man?” Tommy asked. “You’re going all misty-eyed and shit.”

Ranboo managed a weak grin. “Yeah. Just a lot of memories.”

He’d thought that they’d go home after that, but a shock of orange fur occupied his peripheral vision. When he turned, Fundy stood there, and neither could tell if he was shaking with sorrow or rage.

“So you’re back?” Fundy started. His fur was more vibrant, now. He’d gotten taller, more sleek. His eyes a little beadier. “You just couldn’t leave well alone?”

“I guess not.” Ranboo said. He didn’t want to fight with Fundy. He didn’t hate Fundy- he was just tired. Not tired of something specific, just tired of everything. Tired of it all.

“You were better off gone, Ranboo. You left, and I finally- I finally wasn’t left behind or forgotten, because they all figured it’d be easier to forget about you, instead.”

“Was I?” Ranboo chuckled, ignoring the scratchiness at the back of his throat. “I was going to die there, Fundy.”

The fox bristled at the blunt words, and hesitated, but he was stubborn. Just like his father. “Just yell again. Leave me again. I thought we were friends, Ranboo, but then you left? What kind of selfish, shit friend does that?”

Ranboo ignored the pressure building up behind his eyes. “I think we both have issues to resolve before we make things better between us, Fundy. Don’t make me fight with you. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Fundy turned to re-enter the forest. “Yeah, well, that’s what they all say, isn’t it. I suppose I’ll see you around at some point, though, if you aren’t gonna disappear again. Bye, Ranboo.”

Ranboo couldn’t muster up a response to his once close friend. It was too painful.

Tommy watched the whole interaction. “You got some baggage too, huh?” The pair rode their horses a little further and in the distance they could see the gaping crater that by now was old and settled. Tommy sighed, almost wistfully, but with a hint of something else. “Don't we all, buddy.” He patted Ranboo on the back, and kept going.

In hindsight, it was pretty remarkable how mature Tommy had gotten in the time Ranboo was gone. Where was the impulsive, reckless child that Tommy once was?

Was he shivering in an old, rickety bed in a ravine as the lanterns creaked and arguing could be heard from down the hall?

Was he still holding his breath next to one brother while the other threatened his best friend’s life?

Was he facing withers after seeing his brother murdered by his father’s hand, wondering if they ever even were a family?

Was he still staring down a pillar in exile, wind whipping through his hair as the cold air struggled to make it through his lungs, losing the hope and will to keep breathing?

Or, maybe, was he standing in a dark room, ceiling far above him, watching his abuser put a sword to his best friend’s throat, for good this time, completely unaware of anything other than the way that their eyes met, one accepting and one horrified?

Ranboo didn’t know about half of those events, but sometimes it makes you wonder. It makes you wonder what would’ve happened if the children, now adults, would’ve gotten their childhood.

Ranboo shook his head to clear it of thoughts and hurried to catch up with Tommy.

“You know, it really is okay to be all sorts of messed-up.” Tommy said, seemingly out of nowhere. “It really is. I mean, take a look at me, and I’m still kicking.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah!” Tommy grinned, steering his horse off of the wooden path and over to a space of rolling hills. “Hey, follow me.”

Curiously, Ranboo got his horse to obey.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of a hollowed-out hill, wooden door still there but slowly rotting away, cobwebs living in the dark crevices that he could barely see. It was an old house, if you could call it that, abandoned and lonely. Kind of like himself.

It was George’s old cottage, from long ago. “This is where it all started huh?” Ranboo asked, a smile finding its way onto his face despite all that had happened.

Tommy nodded, digging in his pocket for something. He pulled out a black lighter, slightly rusted along the edges but still functional. “For old time’s sake, yeah? What d’you reckon?” With a laugh, a genuine laugh, from Ranboo, Tommy handed over the lighter. “I did it last time. It’s your turn.”

“We’re not gonna be in trouble?”

“No. I don’t think anyone really cares for this place anymore.”

With steady hands, not shaky ones, Ranboo took the lighter and moved it so that it lit a small flame. “Are you gonna want this back, or can I be dramatic with it?” He was starting to feel the adrenaline, a giddy feeling spreading through his body.

“Ah,” Tommy said, “I only kept it ‘cause of you being gone. But now I’ve got you back, I don’t need it.”

Ranboo’s hand found its way into Tommy’s, and he stepped forward slightly to drop the flame, a whoosh going before the past was set afire. They stood there for a moment watching it, though it was pitiful compared to the first one, because it meant everything to them. It meant their freedom, it meant their safety, it meant that they could revisit the past without it spitting in their faces. Tommy pulled his hand away from Ranboo’s roughly.

“Tag, you’re it!” He yelled, pushing Ranboo’s shoulder and running off quickly. He was tall, but his long legs would be no match for Ranboo’s.

The hybrid only laughed. “How old are you?” He retorted, before breaking into a sprint and trying to tackle the blond.

Amidst their roughhousing, they failed to notice as others would step up to see the fire and two men, the ghosts of their childhoods standing and watching the cottage burn, although this one a meager one, and smile fondly. It wasn’t the right time now. They’d make amends later.

For now, they’d let the friends play and enjoy the peace that they’d sacrificed so much for.

#ranboo #tommyinnit #technoblade #fic #dreamsmp #phil #philza #niki #nihachu #fundy #angst #hurt/comfort

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bigsteeb · 4 years

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this is gonna be a long post so bear with me, growing pains got a b i g emotional reaction out of me & I need to share my thoughts & feelings about it because jesus fucking christ.

ok first things first, someone hug this boy immediately. he’s sat in his room, still in his pajamas, in day time watching dog copter. this whole scene is just steven going “lol I’m sad, I’m gonna comfort eat & stay in my pajamas & watch a kids show I watched when I wasn’t as sad haha” & it’s not only upsetting, but relatable too fuck. his room is a mess along with him eating ice cream at what I assume is morning… making it his breakfast? geez steven. also idk if it’s just me here but in this shot he looks… bigger? like ignoring his body size shifting later on in the episode he looks a lot wider than he usually does when paul & drew board episodes to me, he’s rivalling etienne & maya’s steven’s wideness. did he… get chubbier from comfort eating? how much time has passed since together forever for him to put on weight if he has? this could literally just be steven slouching or his pajamas making him look bigger but as someone who is an advocate for the body positivity shown in su & suf it has me curious. I want to hug this soft, sad boy. It could also be due to how steven’s design fluctuates through the animation process, it’s never really on model all the time.

the grunting noise he makes in this scene is very distressing, as are other moments from the episode too. a glimpse at the glow-bracelet he proposed to connie with is enough to physically pain him? fuck me man. is he leaving his room where there’s already ice cream… to get more ice cream? sobs. also the puns in this shot. I cant? slow burn?! you’re evil crewniverse. not to mention his body size changing throughout this scene, god this poor lad.

screams, this was when I started worrying. the boy is now in an environment he has never been in before & is feeling extremely uncomfortable & vulnerable. look at the lines under his eyes, his sad eyebrows & pout I hate it. also don’t even get me started on this part. the slight raise of a voice being enough to send him into panic?! fuck I hate how much I relate to that.

here’s where I immediately broke, no god damn pun intended. seeing steven’s skeleton, steven’s fucking skull, like this pained me. that crack on his skull is from fucking jasper in jail break. I can’t express all of the visceral emotions that were going through my body at this. there was intense sadness for steven, extreme anger at jasper & the gems for allowing shit like this to happen to him. turns out he’s not as resilient as we thought he was. each hit he takes physically breaks him & then his gem instantly heals his wounds, my heart fucking broke at this. think back to everything that happened to him, everything that physically hurt him. it broke him I can’t deal with it! then there’s what priyanka says to steven next;

“you seem to of made a series of miraculous recoveries, but that doesn't change the fact that you experienced trauma. you’ve recovered physically but, have you recovered mentally?”

this part here along with her reassuring him that there’s nothing wrong with his brain, how childhood trauma can have an impact on how your body responds to stress & how you act in your social life, the usage of the word “cortisol” too. this stuff being in a children's tv show is incredible. the writing for priyanka describes trauma simply enough for kids to understand, but for adults to fully realise too. folks, steven has ptsd. there wasn't one bit of sugarcoating about it or nothing, this is canon fact & it hurts me. for so long have I wanted steven’s emotional issues to be alked about, to not only be brought to steven’s attention but to the audience’s too.

everything that has happened to him has built up to this moment. this moment where his behaviour & coping methods are finally making sense to a large majority of the fandom, & to steven himself. he’s hurting; physically, mentally & emotionally, & he isn’t coping well what so ever about it. his emotional support system is complete garbage, no one regularly checks in on him & folks just take steven at face value like “oh yea glowing pink? he’s fine it’s just steven” but he’s the bad person?! I hope a lot of you out there who genuinely believe steven is a bad person re-think yourselves after this. dealing with trauma is tough as shit. some days you even wonder if that one thing that fucked you up is really worth being labelled as trauma. I still can’t believe this is the route they’re taking, if he doesn’t get some form of therapy by the end of future I’ll be furious.

then things begin to spiral as he remembers what happened with connie. he clutches his chest in pain & begins changing size over intense amounts of stress & it was extremely distressing to watch. steven immediately reassures connie that this isn’t because of her, but because of everything else that happened to him. however. I believe that that’s a slight lie, he wouldn’t of spiralled if he hadn’t of remembered the proposal, steven you fucking himbo. he continues to reassure them both that he’s fine, just that he needs them to leave so he can calm himself enough to control himself.

then this happens.

“I. CAN’T. BE AROUND YOU RIGHT NOW!”

this was fucking intense. he means this literally in 2 ways btw. his body size shifting over the stress he’s feeling is a danger to both connie & priyanka in this moment, but it’s also because of how it started. being around connie hurts him. he’s not mad at her though let me make that very clear, just that thinking about what happened when he tired to propose to her is sending his head in a fritz. he did what he did full of confidence in together forever, for connie to then make him realise how silly he was being. these two are destined for each other, but that advice from ruby & sapphire has really fucked with him. he looks up to those 2, looks up to garnet, their relationship is so strong & stable. for them to give him that advice & to then scream “DO IT!” in his face is incredibly tasteless imo.

then greg gets here. I knew connie was calling for either greg or the gems when she was on her phone as she left the room, fuck yea connie I love you. the breathless, strained “thank you” from steven towards connie for calling his dad? g o d. connie telling him she’ll be there for him when he’s ready?! g o d. these next boards were done by rebecca, I knew immediately when I saw steven’s face. it makes sense that rebecca boarded these, because fuck.

how do I move on from all of the stuff I’ve been through? how do I live life if it always feels like I’m about to die!?

I’m tearing up as I type this. when I first heard the leak of this audio I so badly wanted to believe it, but to also believe it was fake too. I was an emotional mess off & on for about 3 days over it because I couldn't stop thinking about how fucking distressing it was. like… shit steven. he seriously feels this. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain he felt just saying this in front of his fucking dad. he is hurting badly. this boy, this sweet sweet boy we’ve watched grow & develop into the person he is today is distraught about his future & life. it is… soul crushing to watch this. a group of friends of mine have found joking about the episode as a form of coping with the intensity of it & as much as that’s valid as fuck, any joke coming from this episode feels morally wrong to me. I can’t bring myself to join in it feels terrible even thinking about laughing at it to cope. I love them all, but I can’t bare myself to join them. this moment ending with greg comforting steven, telling him he’s here for him & all of his struggles, got me weeping. greg is possible the best father figure I’ve seen on tv, let alone a kids tv show. he’s amazing.

the final scene right here is lovely. greg making steven a hot chocolate & listening to him vent, reassuring him over his worry for his future. this right here is exactly what steven needs. someone to talk to, someone he could trust to talk about his feelings to. this the start of his support system, tag on peri from in dreams, bis in bismuth casual as well as connie from the past few episodes & it’s already looking great! even when greg eased him about being there for him steven still feels guilty about him leaving his tour, leaving his tour because he got a phone call from connie about his son being in need & steven feels guilty about it. fucking hell man. I did enjoy how the episode ended though, with that little moment between the both of them;

“just get some rest kiddo. you don’t have to solve all of your problems in one night.”

“yea. thanks dad.”

it’s a great message too, all of your struggles can’t be dealt with all at once. I’ve used a similar analogy before but it’s like removing a dead tree. you have to deal with all of the little things surround this issue first before you get to the deep, harder stuff. along side the message about trauma they’re both very important messages, I’m glad they exist in the show.

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one more thing before I end my thoughts & feelings over growing pains.

this ending shot;

as soon as I saw the frog mug my mind raced back to the promo for this scene, & this whole moment to come entirely. if you remember this moment has the first set of leaked audio within it, the audio of the gems basically cornering steven about him not opening up to them. christ pearl even gets mad at him for his gem building a wall behind him, protecting him from them. it’s common knowledge, I hope, that steven’s gem reacts to his emotional state. pearl herself has said this;

“I think your gem is reacting to your state of mind.”

his gem building this wall? it felt like steven was being threatened by them. this scene now has awful connotations with it. because since we now know what the pink mode is doing to steven, how actually painful it is, think back to these;

yea. fuck the gems. I’ll let it slide if steven, greg or priyanka haven’t told them about what happened at the hospital. but if they do know, if they know how much it hurts steven being in his pink mode & still press into him about it I’ll see red. with steven’s trauma & now ptsd being cemented into the show I fucking hope garnet, amethyst & pearl get held accountable for what they put on him as a kid. that shit will not slide with me if they don’t. do not condone what the gems put him through. do not condone the gems for making steven feel like he had to be his mum for them. just… don’t. please.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk lmao sdngsjfhg #this episode fucked me up in more ways than one #i dont even think ill simmer down about it before next weeks episodes either #it was… a lot... to listen & deal with #i care deeply about steven as a character #& see it being canon that he has trauma & ptsd… possible c-ptsd #it fucking breaks my heart #god dammit it crewniverse #i hope you handle this with extreme care #i trust you but still… jesus christ #steven universe #steven universe future #su spoilers #su future spoilers

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sevenincubistolemyheart · 4 years

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Yoongi’s Oneshot

Au: Mafia

Tag List: @xsunnyhoseokx @wilhelminalucinda @amiraclerenee @inutiledediscuter

Rating: M

Potential Triggers: I will carefully note the rating has once again turned to M but I’ll be leaving this as the only warning(unless otherwise explicitly asked) given the heavy spoilers saying all the potential triggers could provide. The only explicit triggers I’ll give in advance is involuntary drugging, grieving, and psychological trauma. Everything will also be under the cut. Authors Note at the end!!

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x reader

Genre: Drama, Crime, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 4k+

You murmured softly in your sleep, tossing and turning as you gradually grew more and more panicked. It’s a miracle you hadn’t had any night terrors after what happened. Your imagination was always quite vivid after all so you supposed you should count your blessings you’d even lasted this long. In either case, all you could see when your eyes finally shot open was white. At first you assumed you were merely adjusting to a bright light...but then it didn’t stop. Including when you moved. And a look down let you know that you were also in the silk white pajamas Yoongi had gifted you last night. All that surrounded you was pure white and you realized abruptly you clearly weren’t dreaming any longer and also had been sleeping on the floor. A quick search of the room ensued, as your eyes flicked around, searching for distinct cameras or a way out and yet...you found nothing. You refused to let yourself panic, putting together that Yoongi must have gifted you these so you’d match with the room.

You weren’t in enemy captivity, but that didn’t mean you weren’t on edge. Taehyung’s little stunt had reminded you that these people, though often kind to you, had much more sadistic sides to themselves than you typically got to see. You vaguely recalled looking up sensory deprivation as a potential topic for a psychology project, but opted to study dream analysis instead. Lot of good that was gonna do you. You didn’t need any symbolism to know you were merely coping with your grief in your sleep since you still refused to actively show it around the others but now...that info on sensory deprivation sure would’ve been helpful. You tried to wrack your brain for any memories of what you’d looked up, but only vaguely recalled the need to keep your mind active, though you couldn’t fully remember how. Wasn’t that only for long periods of time?

Where was Yoongi? Why was he putting you through this? You felt your breathing starting to increase, noticed you were beginning to grow paranoid and took several deep breaths, counting to 4 as you inhaled, holding for 8 and then releasing for another 4. It was a breathing technique you recalled your chorus teacher telling you to do back in high school. How was she doing?

Your breathing finally evened out but you found your eyes were glazed over. You shook off your little stupor, tried to get back on topic. Why were you thinking about your chorus teacher right now? You had more important things to be pondering! Like what Yoongi wanted to see from you so he’d let you out.

You began to hum absentmindedly. Closing your eyes as you welcomed the now unfamiliar blackness. You aren’t sure for how long they remained so but when next they opened you felt like it was now nighttime. How long had Yoongi left you here for? Was this some kind of punishment? Did you do something wrong? Nothing came to mind. Maybe they just finally realized you were a liability. That you’d never be as good a Nurse as your Mother.

It was then that you saw the door opening inwards and after spotting Yoongi, and blinking several times to adjust to the new colors, you literally rushed him, making him scramble to release the door and hold onto you as you shook violently for reasons you didn’t understand. Tears came spilling from your eyes faster than you could stop them and you barely managed to ask him through your sobs.

“W-Why did you leave me there for so long!? Did I do something wrong? Please, just tell me and I’ll fix it!! N-Never do that again!”

Yoongi looked taken aback as he forced you off him far enough away to get a good look at you and his expression morphed from one of bewilderment and shock to analysis. He knelt down, cupping your hands in his cheeks as he saw you frantically looking around at everything, as though scared you’d never see it again. You were acting like some kind of crack addict going through withdrawals. The sound of footsteps made you whip your head around but he refused to let you look, resolutely keeping your head still.

“Focus on me and stop moving. How long do you think you were in there?”

His voice was a quiet mumble.

“18 hours, at the least. Maybe even 24. It’s nighttime now isn’t it? Please I want to go see everyone!”

“Y/N. You were only in there for 8 hours. You shouldn’t be experiencing this so intensely. You didn’t hear or see anything else in there did you? I need you to be completely honest with me.”

You shook your head quickly, even as you bounced on your heels.

“Mm-mm! No, I-”

Before you could even finish your denial he was starting to pull up the short sleeves of your pajamas up past your shoulders and then snarling at you.

“What the fuck did you do to yourself you idiot!?”

You looked at him in genuine confusion and he growled lowly before brushing his thumb over your bicep causing you to hiss at the sharp rush of pain that greeted you.

“Ow, Yoongi what the Hell!?”

You looked down and realized you'd dug your nails into your arms, holding yourself during that brief, fitful sleep you'd had so tightly you'd drawn blood and caused wounds. On top of that you'd apparently continued scratching once you'd awoken, irritating the wounds even further.

"Wow that's all it took to break her? Pathetic."

Jungkook's snort made you squirm in Yoongi's grasp to look at him and this time, he let you as he was occupied examining your wounds.

Yoongi released you with a simple nod to Jungkook before walking off.

"Watch her."

Once you were out of his grip you hopped over to the built boy, clinging to his arm even as he jolted in surprise that quickly turned to disgust even as a surprised blush stained his cheeks pink.

"Th-The Hell!? Get off me you freak!"

He began slowly working you off his body but you pouted and resolutely stayed on him like glue.

"Nuh-uh!! Never thought I'd miss you being an ass but here we are! Suck it up!"

You were so focused on trying to stay attached to Jungkook you didn't hear the footsteps this time and squealed as you were tugged off by Yoongi and into his chest face first who sighed.

"...Calm down. You're not going back in ever again. I promise. You're gonna be okay. Focus on my heartbeat and count the beats okay? Try to match your breathing to it."

"The fuck did you do to make her all clingy and weird? You better fix her! If she's fucked in the head for when I train her-"

"Quiet down. If you don't want to overwhelm her and make things worse I'd suggest keeping your mouth shut."

Just the two bickering was making you start to get squirmy again and Yoongi tightened his grip slightly in response while Jungkook snapped his mouth shut. Your shaking gradually started to subside to the occasional shiver as you did as Yoongi instructed, slowly being soothed by his consistent heart rate. Your breathing also started to even out, and you found yourself surprised at how slow his heartbeat was.

He had seemed so panicked but moments earlier after all. He must have real control.

Noticing you slightly beginning to calm, Yoongi gradually released his grip on you to look you in the eyes.

“...Alright. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to take you over to the infirmary where I’ll hand you off to Hoseok. You won’t be seeing anyone but 2 people at once for at least today and tomorrow. I’m not risking damaging your psyche further by overstimulating you right after depriving you.”

His voice was as monotone as ever but you felt the way his hand trembled slightly as he grabbed your wrist before he abruptly released you, tersely demanding you follow him instead.

You did so, albeit slowly as you risked a glance around the room for Jungkook, only mildly surprised when you found he’d slipped out silently.

You were more surprised he’d left quietly more than the fact that he’d abandoned you in such a state. He’d probably gone to tell Taehyung what awful shape you were in so they could laugh about how weak you were.

Wonderful.

You almost wished your lucidity wasn’t returning.

Gods, the way you’d clung to him like a child was so embarrassing. You could only pray given his, what you remembered to be, flustered reaction that he’d never mention it again. At least Yoongi mercifully didn’t seem focused on your display though it was mainly because he was probably more distressed by the reaction from a psychological perspective than anything as kind.

Yoongi opened the door to the infirmary for you and let you enter first before following suit. You spotted Hoseok at the large desk overlooking a window to the greenery you’d been lost in not too long ago with Taehyung, sorting different bags of powder. He looked up at your arrival and frowned as he scanned you up and down before his eyes locked on your injured shoulders and then jumped to Yoongi as he rose to his feet and made his way over.

“The Hell did you do? I thought she was only going in the sensory deprivation room for 8 hours, how did she manage to hurt herself?”

Yoongi sighed heavily, watching as you hugged Hoseok who recipricorated gently before he led you over to the infirmary bed nearest to you and setting you down gently.

“She used her nails; it happened when she was sleeping apparently. I watched the whole time, but when she started sleeping I left to eat...I should’ve picked up on the signs and never put her in this situation. I thought it would be a gentle enough way to start building her mental tolerance to torture should the others ever try such a thing. You know EXO’s policy about women.”

Hoseok grunted in acknowledgment of his words as he pulled over the metal cart with basic medical supplies he hadn't gotten around to fully cleaning since his own training session two days ago.

“Blaming yourself isn’t going to make her better so knock off the self loathing bullshit going on in your head right now and get me a wet rag and a bucket with soap and water. I need to clean the wounds before they become infected. You may have caused this situation but you can also fix it so move your ass.”

His voice was crisp, cool and nothing like his typically cheerful self making you blink at him in delirious confusion, your alertness seemed to be fading in and out, despite your best efforts to hang onto it. Everything just seemed so overwhelming, and almost new to you.

Yoongi listened without quarrel however and nodded before he left the room, to do what Hoseok had ordered you had to guess.

“Alright lovey I need you to keep your eyes on mine okay? I know it’s hard to focus right now but I want to check some things.”

His voice had changed tones again, now sweet and gentle as you knew him. You liked this version better, you decided as your eyes flicked up to meet his.

His smile widened a bit, making his eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement.

“I happen to prefer this side to me too. Unfortunately, I don’t get the chance to let it out very often in my line of work. It’s nice for it to be genuine for once. Now; I want you to talk to me about the day you found out your Mother died. Do you think you can do that for me sweetie?”

You frowned and blearily shook your head in denial, not registering the fact that he was rubbing a wet cloth on the inside of your arm about a third of the way up, nor the fact that the area went numb and tingly. Your whole body felt numb and tingly honestly; what was one more area?

“I don’t wanna talk about that.”

Your voice had grown small, intrusive images already making themselves known inside your mind as your frown deepened, and his smile only widened. Thanks to your gaze being locked on his you noticed when his eyes flicked to the door suddenly, making you look too in anticipation, expecting Yoongi to perhaps be entering or for someone to be there only to not notice the needle entering your arm on the other side.

You turned back to him with a pout of confusion but swayed suddenly as the world spun. You would’ve surely fallen had you not been lying down securely in the bed. Why did you feel like you were floating? Was this normal? A part of the side effects of your brief time in the sensory deprivation chamber?

“How are you feeling now? Ready to tell me about that night?”

You beamed, suddenly so exhilarated despite the world spinning that you felt giddy; your mind barely comprehending the words Hoseok hit you with or their meaning, just starting to speak without conscious awareness.

“Mmhmm sure! So, it’s pretty funny actually! I was just coming home from grocery shopping, and I stopped at the craft store before heading home to get Mom some of those adult coloring books since I could tell how anxious she was lately. We used to love doing that together you know? And!”

You giggled, grinning even at the painful nature of your story. If only it was just a story.

“She’d promised me we’d spend the whole day together since she was away all the time; now I know she was tending to you. Instead of being home with me, her y’know actual daughter.”

You giggled again, clearly delirious.

“So I finally got home, and when I walked inside I saw her just...bleeding everywhere. She was already dead, or so Namjoon told me later. He’d sent some grunts or something so as soon as I walked in I was being dragged out and to a car before I could even protest. None of you could even bear to clean up the mess you made! You must all be cowards of epic proportions. I mean seriously! You left her body to your grunts? After all she did for you? Real pathetic; lemme tell ya.”

You shrugged with a beaming smile, feeling a large wave threatening to drag you under as your blinks began to slow.

“At least she’s not anxious anymore though right?”

Hoseok listened to your story with that kind smile of his never once leaving, nodding in agreement to everything you said so you wouldn’t stop and pet your hair until blissful unconsciousness finally took you and you lost the war to stay conscious with a question of Yoongi’s disappearance being the last words to escape your lips.

Hoseok’s smile dropped and he turned towards the closet cooly, perceptive gaze narrowing.

“...You can come out now.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes as he stepped out.

“You coddle her too much. You should’ve just given her an interrogation drug instead of a gentle dose like that. We would’ve gotten the information quicker.”

Hoseok chuckled as he shrugged, uncaring as he took in Taehyung with detached indifference.

“I got the information didn’t I? And she won’t remember any of this. All the better for our plan. How’s Jungkook? Still distracting Yoongi?”

Taehyung nodded.

“Has him held hostage in the kitchen. It’s not like it takes much effort to play the brat on his part.”

Hoseok nodded, risking a glance at your slumbering form and Taehyung did the same.

There was a beat of silence and then.

“...We’re doing the right thing, aren’t we?”

“We’re doing the only thing we can. And that’s enough.”

Taehyung suddenly flung himself back into the closet with a vengeance and silently rushed to close the door as he heard the infirmary door just beyond the wall burst open; barely managing it in time as Hoseok concealed the needle in his pocket and feigned confused annoyance at Yoongi’s abrupt entrance.

“Hyung! Quiet down or you’ll wake her! She just finally fell asleep. What the Hell took you so long?!”

Yoongi panted as he glanced around the room suspiciously and Hoseok briefly caught Jungkook’s vaguely concerned gaze behind him making Hoseok shoot him a dark look. All he’d had to do was give them the heads up he was returning! It could’ve been a single letter! But now there hadn’t been any time and-

“What’s this?”

Yoongi’s voice was quiet, but Hoseok could recognize that deadly tone anywhere.

His attention quickly shifted to see what he was referring to and his heart dropped although his annoyed expression remained unchanged.

Fuck.

The vial he’d used to extract the drug sat in between Yoongi’s fingers and he cursed himself for forgetting such a detail.

“Did you inject her with this?”

Yoongi’s eyes were like icy knives, cutting him to the quick and daring him to lie. He needed to play his cards right here or things could go very badly very quickly. Sure, the most secret documents were in his room but the ones in here would be enough to get him at least under suspicion and he just couldn’t have that right now. Not when they were so close.

Yoongi was growing impatient, his eyes narrowing all the more to fine, catlike slits as he strode forward to hiss into Hoseok’s face.

“Have you gone deaf? I said, ``Did you inject her with this?!”

“I did. I had to. She grew violent and-”

Yoongi grabbed him by the collar and Jungkook entered the room in panic but Hoseok waved his hand quickly to shoo him away, knowing better than to move his eyes when Yoongi was watching him so closely. One wrong move when Yoongi was in analysis mode and he’d blow all of their covers.

“Don’t fuck with me Jung. She was acting delirious to an extent yes, showing signs of a need for intense affection and physical contact as by isolating her I accidentally triggered her psyche to momentarily put down her walls and ask for the touch she needs since she’s been touch starved for God knows how many years. But she was anything but violent. Try again. And this time if you don’t tell me what I want to hear, I’ll just have to bring this to Namjoon.”

The dark smirk was on his lips before he could stop it, but he used it to his advantage.

“Like you aren’t going to anyway? You always were his favorite lapdog. Well…”

A smirk more snarl than smile twisted his expression to something even more ugly.

“Besides Seokjin that is.”

Yoongi looked stricken just as he’d intended and then he found himself collapsing from the impact of Yoongi’s fist on his cheek, followed swiftly by a kick to his stomach that made him cough as he curled up slightly even as a pained laugh escaped his lips.

“Oh? Did I hit a nerve-”

He was cut off with a kick, to the head this time that had him seeing stars.

“Good thing you’re not the only one with a taste for hitting them eh? Maybe now you can feel how she did when you injected her with that crap.”

Hoseok dazedly realized he was being turned so his front was open to Yoongi and found himself straddled and then punch after punch was being delivered as Yoongi snarled venomously down at him.

“You are going to tell me exactly why you injected her and then we’re both going to tell Namjoon what you-”

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to be cut off.

Hoseok’s eyes widened and he shouted, loudly.

“NO!”

The chair met Yoongi’s head with the sound of splintering wood, and he promptly fell to the floor unconscious as Taehyung panted heavily, eyes swirling with panic and adrenaline coursing through his body as he held out his hand to help Hoseok up.

Seeing the scene coming to an abrupt end Jungkook rushed to close and lock the door behind him; never so thankful for Namjoon soundproofing the medical ward after he screamed his head off having his wound cauterized one too many times.

Hoseok gritted his teeth in irritation as he smacked Taehyung’s hand aside, brushing the back of his hand over his now bleeding nose and spatting the blood that filled his mouth from his teeth being forced to bite down on his tongue too hard.

“...Now look what you’ve done. This wasn’t supposed to happen until her training was fully complete and now we’re going to have to move it up.”

Taehyung scoffed, looking offended.

“What; no thank you for saving you, you ungrateful ass? Yoongi would’ve continued till you were unconscious for that comment you made.”

“Exactly! That’s what I wanted you-!”

Hoseok cut himself off with a sigh and turned to the girl sleeping obliviously in the bed.

“Nothing we can do about it now. Jungkook, you’ll be the one to clean those wounds and then carry her out when the time comes.They may be superficial but it’ll be a problem if they become infected on the road. I’ll grab the materials from my room and Taehyung; you’re on weapon and surveillance duty. If we so much as miss one tracker or are spotted by one camera...this whole operation is blown. I hope you finished the map in time. We meet back here in 30 minutes. If one of us doesn’t show...we leave without them. Understood?”

Jungkook nodded, as did Taehyung and Jungkook was quick to grab the water jug, soap and rag that Yoongi brought in and tried to remind himself to go somewhat gently as he soaked the rag and scrubbed the soap into it before he ran it over your damaged shoulders. He made sure to get the entire area, just to be safe. He was pretty sure Hoseok wasn't above actually killing him if he didn’t clean them up to his standards and he still had plenty of things left to do in his life.

It only took him about 10 minutes to clean your small scrape wounds to his liking and he quickly finished up by wrapping them in bandages just in case before he set about grabbing whatever suitable medical equipment they may need in the meantime. Gods forbid your wound did get infected, or he or one of the others got injured they’d have some way to cope.

Taehyung returned with 10 minutes to spare, just as Jungkook was placing his gathered medical supplies into a non discript black duffel bag. He was carrying his own bag; also black to better blend in with the night and no doubt filled to the brim with weapons and interrogation tools he’d rather not dwell on for long.

They were both starting to get antsy as only 5 minutes remained as Hoseok finally rejoined them. In the meantime they’d bound both bags together for ease of carrying and Hoseok observed their handiwork with a hum of approval that made Jungkook’s heart swell despite himself. Praise from Hoseok was so hard to come by, it was something that was to be savored.

Hoseok mumbled an apology, explaining he’d taken the risk to gather some clothes for all of them in addition to the files and other supplies they’d need. They were doing the right thing, he was sure of it. There was no time for second guessing now; not with a bleeding Yoongi on the floor, an unconscious brat and an ever shrinking time limit. They had to go now.

At Hoseok’s signal, with Taehyung leading the way with map in hand they began to exit; First Taehyung, then Jungkook with girl in tow, and finally Hoseok. He hesitated for just a moment and then shoved open his vial drawer and grabbed several, rushing to read the labels. Just in case she got too rowdy, he told himself, quickly rushing to follow after his partners in arms.

He paused just one more time before he left and never looked back, eyes locking on Yoongi as a brief expression of pained regret flashed across his face.

‘...’

‘...Forgive me brother. But I did what I had to. You’ll come to understand one day, I hope.’

And then they were gone.

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A/N: Welp; that just happened! I hope you all enjoyed this and I want to apologize from the bottom of my heart for my lengthy absence. Depression hit me hardcore with the arrival of Covid and writing became a major struggle.I was only recently able to complete this after much struggle thanks to the darker subject matter and the characters themselves screaming at me what to do.

I will be participating in Monster Smash 2020 with @ksmutclub so look forward to my Scream AU(and do let me know if you have any good titles!) coming soon.

As for Tainting Purity...I love that series. So much. But this most recent chapter has really killed my motivation. I think I may have unintentionally censored myself to be more socially correct because it was going a certain direction and that bothers me. I just want to warn you guys; I may have to scrap it and start entirely from scratch to let it fully be my own.

It’s good to be back guys; I hope you’ll forgive me for dropping off planet Earth and welcome me back with your thoughts on the newest chapter. I love all you guys. <3

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In the God’s Favor - Logicality Vore

Logan gets sacrificed to a god with no escape, but it looks like the god was more merciful than he thought.

Ship: Pred!Patton x Prey!Logan

Word Count: 2.1k

tw: unwilling prey, death mention, human sacrifice

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A sharp throbbing pain ached throughout Logan’s body. There was a coolness that lingered on his skin as his eyes opened and a wind rushed through. It made the tall jungle trees’ leaves rustle making him wake up more. Where was he? Was this a dream? Another pang of pain shot through his body as he tried to stand up. He looked down, memories coming back to him. His legs were broken, and he was bound tight by some ropes. Birds chirped in the distance which brought him to look at his surroundings. Tall trees covered every square inch of the place except where he lay, helpless to the elements. Soon, he saw an enormous amount of food and other items scattered about where he sat, and it finally clicked. He turned around, looking up at the massive palace that was much too big for any human.

Tears flowed down Logan’s face, both from the sharp pain in his legs and from the horror that consumed him. They were real. The gods were real. He was so skeptical that he announced it to his village, and now he was stuck in this horrible terrifying mess. Another wind blew past him, making him shiver. It almost seemed like his body would go numb if it kept blowing. The cold surface he sat on didn’t help either, except for maybe soothing his broken legs. As hazy as his mind was, he was able to connect why he was with all this food and items. He was a sacrifice. Now he knew why he was kidnapped. It all made sense now… but there was still a chance that this was just an empty abandoned palace. A very well kept giant palace, but it could just be a human’s doing.

A thump rang in Logan’s ears and the ground shook under him. His heart sank as the ground continued to shake, each one progressively getting more and more violent, until there stood a giant. They towered over him and he cowered, terrified at what they would do to him. Their eyes pierced through his soul. The terror that trembled through him triumphed over the throbbing pain in his tied-up legs and body. He tried to stop shaking, do anything to calm himself down, but the giant god’s presence made him cry more.

“You poor thing!” they said, “I told them not to give me human sacrifices!”

The giant god’s hands scooped up Logan’s tiny broken form. Their fingers towered over him and their shadow casted down on him. He blinked at what they said, still bawling but now equally confused. It almost sounded like this god was concerned for him. Though, there was no way they’d miss the opportunity to hurt a skeptic like him! All of a sudden, the ropes disappeared at the snap of their large fingers. There were marks all over his body from how tight the ropes were and his body just ached. He tried to back away as far from their face as possible, but there was no strength left from his body as he tried to process everything that was happening.

“I can’t believe it! After I told them no-…”

Logan’s head started to spin at the god’s fast movements, and it was getting hard and harder to keep himself awake. Another sharp pain jolted through his body as they moved, making him scream in agony. His eyes shot open and his hands dashed to his mouth to cover it. It was obvious he was in pain, but he still didn’t want to look vulnerable, even though he knew, logically, the worst was probable.

“Oh dear! I’m sorry…” they said, looking at his broken legs, “I’m not gonna hurt you, kiddo. I promise…”

The god’s voice was soft and almost calming. It was confusing that they were so gentle with Logan, even though they could easily crush him if they wanted to. He tried to think logically through this mess. It was probable he would die at the hands of this god or be tortured. He tried to prepare and come to terms with his terrible fate, but he just couldn’t stop crying, all his bottled-up emotions flowing out all at once. His eyes met with their giant ones for a brief moment, an expression of worry and concern painting their face. It was as if they were saying sorry.

All of a sudden, a warm breath rolled over Logan as their maw opened wide. Their tongue soon caught him as he started to slide into their mouth. More tears flowed down his face, his body shaking.

“Please! I’m sorry! Don’t eat me, please! I believe now! I’m sorry…” His voice was hoarse screaming at the top of his lungs.

The god froze at his words, his tiny body lying helplessly on their tongue. Another warm breath rolled over Logan, the pain in his legs becoming a bit more bearable. Freedom was so close… If he could just climb out of their mouth, maybe they wouldn’t just see him as food. Maybe he wouldn’t look so weak. He tried to gather any strength he had in his body, but he was exhausted. He couldn’t stay awake much longer, but since he knew he’d die, perhaps that was a good thing. The light that once illuminated the mouth disappeared as they closed their mouth, sealing his fate.

The tongue licked Logan all over, coating him in saliva. Their tongue curled on his tiny weak body. It almost felt like a massage though the god seemed to focus on licking his broken legs. Perhaps they tasted better since they were broken. He didn’t care anymore what they would do to him now, his eyes starting to grow heavy. At least his body would be somewhat useful for them as food. He closed his eyes as he waited for teeth to start tearing him apart, but nothing came. It just made him sigh as he tried to fall asleep on the giant tongue he laid on. On what seemed like instinct, he hugged it as best he could, cuddling into the pink muscle. A hum rang through their mouth, making his eyes feel heavier.

Soon, Logan started to slide down into the entrance of their throat. His legs stung a bit since he went in feet first, but it was overall fine. The god was so gentle with him that he almost started to like this crazy experience. With one gulp, he entered their throat, the muscle pushing him down to their stomach. A thumping heart and their slow breath echoed all throughout the throat. Their throat embraced his tiny body every time he was squished by the soft muscles. It made him warm inside, as if he met an old friend. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t have any friends. Perhaps that was what it feels like to meet an old friend.

Logan felt his body drop into a large space, which he assumed was the god’s stomach. He crawled over the best he could to one of the stomach walls, cuddling into it. There was a sense of calm that was in him now even though he knew he wouldn’t see the light of day again. He rubbed one of his hands into the soft walls as he yawned. Another hum rang through the stomach as he cuddled more into the walls and closed his eyes. At least this seemed like a much more peaceful death than he imagined it to be.

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Logan’s eyes fluttered open as he felt something move. Soon, his eyes shot open, looking around, terrified and confused. He should’ve been dead by now! There was no way his body could even last a few minutes in stomach acid. A shiver ran down his spine as he hugged himself, not sure what to make of the situation. Soon, he blinked. His skin was dry. He looked around the stomach to see no liquid at all in sight! But if there was no liquid, then where was he? He was certain he was still inside the god, but where? The walls prodded at him, making him jump up, walking into another wall on the other side, still so scared. Wait a minute… His eyes widened as he looked down at his legs which were fully healed. A muffled though loud voice rang through the stomach, but he couldn’t focus on it as he dropped to the floor, in awe at his healed legs. For a while, he sat there very still and in shock at the discovery. There was more prodding at him, but he still didn’t move.

“Oh god, did I kill him? No, no, no no…”

Logan finally fell out of his trance as he heard the frantic voice boom all over.

“I’m- I’m fine!” He started to rub at the walls. There was soon pressure coming from outside, pressing where he was.

Soon, the walls closed in on Logan and he closed his eyes. His heart raced as he was pushed up into the god’s throat, into their mouth and out on to their hands. The air was freezing, and he hugged himself to keep warm. It felt like he was dropped into a snowstorm naked. He squeaked when he was wiped clean with a warm rag, though he was grateful to not be soaked in saliva. Soon, their hands curled more around him as they moved them to a giant warm compress. He smiled as he was placed on it, happy to be warm again.

“Hey, kiddo, I’m sorry I really scared you when we first met…”

Logan blinked as he now looked to the giant god.

“…but I couldn’t stand to see you in pain. I’ll do whatever you want to make up for it. My name’s Patton, by the way. Yours?”

“I’m Logan…” He was stunned at how gentle Patton was and how they simply offered to do whatever he pleased. Soon, a spark went in his head as he looked down at his legs then back up at Patton.

“You must be Patton, the god of healing…”

“Yep! It took me longer than what it usually takes for me to heal someone, but it was worth it now that I get to see you all better.”

Logan blinked. “How… How long was I in there for? And where was I? I noticed it was fairly dry.”

“Oh, you were in my storage stomach! That’s where I heal a lot of people. And you were in there for an entire week!”

“A week!?”

“Yep! An entire week, kiddo! You were beaten up pretty bad.”

Suddenly, Logan hugged himself, curling up a bit. His heart sank and he couldn’t look up at Patton anymore. A shiver ran through his whole body curling up more. Why didn’t he just listen to everyone at the village? He would’ve never ended up here, and even if Patton were acting nice, they’d get bored of him eventually. Though, he couldn’t just go back to his village! Everyone would notice him and his big mouth and beat him up again.

“Hey Logan—” Patton kneeled down to Logan’s height— “I know I’m really scary to be around with, but I promise I’ll do what it takes to protect you. I can’t stand to see anyone in pain…”

“Do you see me as a pet?” Logan asked, curling up more.

Patton’s eyes widened at the sudden question. “Of course not, kiddo… You are your own person just like me and everyone else. You might’ve been… brought here without wanting to be here, but I want you to know you’re safe here, kiddo.”

There was silence for a few more moments until Logan spoke.

“Could I stay here for a while? I doubt my village would be very happy seeing me again…” He curled up more, waiting for his body to be crushed or torn to pieces, but nothing came.

“Of course you can stay here! I’ll make sure I have a room ready for you. And I can help you find a new village to live in, of course, if you want me to help…”

A small smile painted Logan’s face as he looked at Patton. He reached out to them, soon watching them come closer. He quickly hugged their nose, crying his eyes out. Somehow, he was in the god’s favor and something told him he would be for the rest of his life.

#sanders sides vore #infinitesimal!sides #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #tss vore #unwilling prey #death mention #human sacrifice #pred!patton #prey!logan

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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helo beloved mutual connor, im sorry ur goin thru it rn but i come bearing asks n a heart emoji (💗): bcuz i have had this thought floatin around for a lil bit, wld love 2 hear ur takes on an Adam/Eric/Mallick (+ Art too if u want!) road trip vacation! how long wld they go, do they get motels or camp or just sleep in th car? whats everyone's favorite road trip snack? what sorta shit do they like 2 stop for? (weird tourist traps like giant balls of yarn etc, small town main street stores, cool looking restaurants, nature sites, Actual Destinations, so on n so forth!)

fjkdsd thank u beloved mutual adam,,, <3

ohhh I love tht idea!! road trip fics/hcs are one of my weaknesses,,

but um!! I rly like the idea of th four of them going camping a few hours up north!! (we... don't rly know where. SAW is set so just. imagine a vaguely rural campground lmao. I'm used to camping in th upper peninsula of MI so) it's smth tht Art did a lot w his family when he was growing up, so he's th most familiar w it - Eric went a few times as a kid too, Mallick went Once, n Adam has never rly been camping, w his family or otherwise (he's slept on a trampoline at one of his friends' houses once tho). Art is p excited abt it tbh, it's not exactly smth he gets 2 do often so he's got this whole list planned of things he wants 2 show them!!

it's easiest 2 just take a week in late August, bc they can head back home on a Friday n have the weekend to settle n readjust b4 th coming week + they have to go back 2 work. so they head out around ten on a Monday morning 2 kind of get ahead of th traffic (or at least try to). Art drives both bc he insists and bc he knows they can switch if he needs to, which he does later w Eric. it's a good couple hours (at least 3) b4 they get 2 th campground Art wants to take them to, so clearly it is Music Time + Adam made sure 2 bring CDs! a lot of that time is just spent vibing 2 th music and singing very, very loudly (ESP on Adam + Mallick's end). Art's up front like u three are so fucking goofy (affectionate), but eventually he starts singing too lmao.

Mallick starts th Colour Game, where they try 2 find a car fr every colour of th rainbow. it's smth Eric is familiar w as well bc he used 2 play it w Daniel sometimes, and it's good until they come to purple bc how often do u see purple cars??? so Adam's just like "we're not gonna find pink either" n tht's when this fucking pink pickup truck (noticeably spray-painted, + not done well) passes them n Adam just groans n thumps his head against th window. Mallick is like, trying rly hard not to laugh by pressing a hand over his mouth + Art is biting his lip, but Eric is very openly cackling bc "u see what happens when u assume???" (he gets a very light slap 2 th shoulder but it's still very gentle)

ANYWAY. favourite snacks!! Adam can eat Way Too Many Sour Patch Kids. sour anything, actually, as long as it's candy. yes his tongue hurts and no he doesn't regret it. Eric just gets goldfish bc he tends 2 get a lil carsick + bc it's a food tht's familiar n comforting, n he doesn't rly want 2 be eating anything Too heavy (he's up front w Art, so he can sit by a window in case he needs some fresh air at any point). Mallick likes m&m's, but he switches fr cheez-its every once in a while bc he can only eat so much chocolate. Art likes those peanut-butter filled pretzel bites! he's also partial 2 animal crackers tho. they also bring a good amount of snacks/things they can b sure th four of them like, bc yeah there's a lil store abt a half hour away frm their campsite + they can go there to pick up things if they need 2, but it's easier 2 bring things they like, too. (there's also a mcdonald's in tht town n. they do go there at LEAST twice.)

th campsite they stay at has a lake + a beach, n one of Art + Adam's fave things 2 do is walk along it to see if they can find anything interesting! Mallick goes sometimes too, but mostly he stays w Eric bc Eric can't do tht fr as long as Adam + Art can (not tht he's resentful of it tho). he n Mallick chill on th beach w a blanket (it's kind of like. not necessarily sandy?) n just kinda sit against/lay on each other n read sometimes. Adam + Art come back 2 where they're set up to find them sleeping n Adam has never been more thankful he thought 2 bring his camera!!

on th second day Art + Mallick want 2 go swimming, so th four of them come back out to th beach, but Adam stays out of th water + Eric stays w him. they both know th water will be cold, even if it's late summer, n Adam rly doesn't like being in cold water ESP if it's over his head/he can't touch th bottom. fr Eric th cold can b kind of painful, so they chill n walk along th beach fr a little bit n just talk. Adam gets some good pictures n even gets some of Eric! he also does take a selfie of them, he can't help it. he gets a couple of Mallick + Art too. it's honestly such a nice thing fr them n it just feels like they can breathe easy, not having 2 worry abt looking over their shoulders constantly (tho they're all getting better abt that).

th third day they spend around th campsite to kind of unwind n relax. they might walk th beach a little bit again, but mostly they just sorta chill n walk some of th trails around the campground itself. when night falls they light a small bonfire (Mallick is still iffy around fire, understandably) n they sit around it in their folding chairs w th cupholders (Adam gets red, Eric has green, Art gets blue, + Mallick gets dark green) n make s'mores. they talk abt anything n everything until they're barely able 2 keep their eyes open, n then after making sure th fire is pretty much out they kinda just stumble into th tent n none of them r awake for very long after (they specifically got one tht cld comfortably hold th four of them).

fourth day!! they pack up n head into another little town about 45 minutes away; it's bigger than th one around th campgrounds. after they get situated in a motel room w two beds, they do some window shopping + going into lil stores that interest them! Adam def buys some niche graphic tees tht aren't going 2 make sense to anyone other than th four of them n he's delighted abt it. I like 2 think Eric gets a worry stone, specifically made out of rose quartz. Mallick too, but his is made of amethyst! he also gets a rly cool multicoloured jacket in a thrift store they duck into. Art gets a hoodie w th town's name on it n he's pretty happy w that. they get a few more lil things, just little knick-knacks while they're there, n then they have dinner in this lil diner they'd walked past earlier bc it's inexpensive + the atmosphere is very lowkey n honestly just Nice. there's not a bunch of ppl, the servers r rly kind n the lights aren't too bright, which Eric rly appreciates. it's such a tender moment bc they're squeezed into a booth, Adam + Mallick on one side n Art + Eric on th other, n they're talking n laughing n stealing bites of each other's food n it's Comfortable.

then they head back to th motel n channel surf while unpacking enough 2 get to their sleep clothes. Adam + Eric r sharing a bed n Art + Mallick r sharing th other one, tho Adam is very tempted 2 just push them together so they're all close by (th distance btwn th beds isn't tht big to begin with, but it's the principle of th thing). mostly tho, until they go to bed, they're pretty much just all stretched out Everywhere. Adam is only discouraged frm jumping across th divide btwn th beds bc Art breaks out his Lawyer Voice, despite trying rly hard not to laugh, to say Yr Going To Hurt Yrself, Don't Do That. he grumbles n whines abt it but Adam knows he's right jdhjks (th way he sees it is like. he can b silly sometimes. he's Earned It, but he also trusts Art + wasn't super serious abt tht idea). eventually tho Eric can hardly keep his eyes open n Mallick is just straight up asleep while he's still sitting up so tht's when they all go to bed after making sure every1 is comfortable. they leave a lamp on.

fifth day they pack everything up again n stop 2 walk th trails of this lil park b4 they head home! there's a lil shop near th parking lot so they spend a lil bit of time looking around in there first. they probably pick up a few lil things, souvenirs, n Adam walks around 2 get some pictures. he gets this rly cool one while they're on a bridge, th sun peeking thru the clouds a lil bit n shining down on th water. he's super excited to develop tht one (but he's excited to develop All of them, bc this is his family!!!) + he n Art discuss whether or not they're gonna need another cork board lol. eventually tho they round back to th parking lot n on th way home, they stop at another lil hole-in-th-wall kind of place, but it's just as nice as the first one they'd been to. after tht Eric switches spots w Art n he drives them home!!

they're all exhausted when they get back but they have room to crash w each other while they nap so tht's what they do. they fall asleep all tangled together, Art stretched out w Eric's head on his chest, Adam curled against Eric's back, n Mallick w his head on Art's stomach. there r arms n legs everywhere n tht is okay. they're happy. they love each other. they had a lot of fun on their trip n they're tired, but they're comfortable!! tht's what it's all abt!!! it's just such a good n relaxing experience fr them after all th shit they've been thru.

#can u tell I. love camping jdkfks #saw #art #adam #eric #mallick #ty ty!!! I rly appreciate it #I'm doing okay now mostly I think. pretty much always open fr saw asks tho djhfkjsd ESP if they're abt the polycule!!#I literally Do Not get sick of talking abt them dkjdskd #asks #gotta update th masterpost later!! I remembered yesterday but I was up fr too long lmao #real talk tho. thank u fr sending me asks they're my fave <3

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jawritter · 4 years

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You Deserve Better Than Me...

Requested By: @missafairy

What do you think about a fic where older Dean (37 I think) finds out that the girl he's currently dating is pregnant. She is like... 23 maybe and he doesn't feel right about dating her in the first place because of age difference and the fact that he has a shady past, maybe drugs, and alcohol. He has stopped with drugs but booze is still a small problem and she is all cute and sweet and innocent but his feelings for her and his need for her is too much to just let her go. She obviously loves him too and is kinda happy with the baby, scared for sure and nervous but also maybe kinda like "oh well, okay" and she tells him, a bit anxious and he isn't too happy about it. He's scared and sad and a little lost and maybe makes this cute sad face like in the gif and basically... Maybe breaks up with her but kind of offers to support her financially even though he doesn't have much.

Warnings: Swearing probably, cause you know it’s me, Angst, Pregnant!Reader, Fluff, Depressed Dean, Self Loathing Dean, I think that’s about it for this one.

Word Count: 2636

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

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Dean's POV:

Dean closed the door on Baby and stepped out into the cool night air. Walking through a graveyard at night wasn't something normal people did, but I was something Dean had done so often in life that it was more peaceful and natural to him than a walk in the park or a stroll down a dock in the early morning hours.

The sun hadn't quite broken over the tree line that surrounded this little out of the way place. It was an older cemetery. Most of the people that were buried here had been buried since the late 1800s. The last readable headstone that Dean had found was one from 1903, so he assumed that Mr. Shumbler was the last man who was buried here at the ripe old age of 93, an age that Dean would probably never reach; not with his lifestyle and past anyway.

He'd done so much wrong in life that it wasn't even going to a question of whether or not he'd done enough good deeds to pass through the pearly gates when he died.

No his soul had been too marred.

He'd destroy it.

Destroy it with trying to do the right thing for everyone else, destroyed it with all the sacrifices he'd made on behalf of his family, friends, and even complete and total strangers, destroyed it when he spent 40 years in hell, destroyed it when he'd taken the Mark of Cain, and destroyed it even further when he'd become a Demon.

If there even was much of a soul left, it was so twisted and dark that he didn't even think it possible that he was human, yet here he was. Pulling his jacket tighter to his body as he made his way through the garden of stone, listening to wind rustle through the trees above his head.

His mind drifting to the one good thing that he had.

Y/N.

She was younger than him, way younger, about 14 years younger. She was only 23 years old, he was 37. Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the cold air burn deep in his chest before letting it out in a huff of fog as his warm breath met the cold air that was hanging heavy around him.

She was so innocent, trusting. She looked at him like he hung the damn moon! He didn't understand it. How she could see past all that was wrong with him and look at him like she was so madly in love with him that he could do no wrong in her eyes?

He'd even taken her innocents from her. He was her first. She'd never been with another man before him. He was probably gonna spend a special stint on the rack when he finally did get back to hell just for that.

He could literally close his eyes and feel how tight she was that night as he slid himself into her, connecting their bodies in the most intimate way. The way she clung to him as he thrust himself in and out of her. The bliss that enveloped his body as he finally found his release inside of her. The peace that followed as she slept soundly on his chest, her arms wrapped around him, holding herself close as possible to him.

It was wrong. It shouldn't have been. He shouldn't feel this way. She was too good, too pure, she was perfect, he didn't deserve her, or the comfort that she offered him. He deserved the pain, and devastation for all that he'd done wrong in his life.

Even though she'd helped him lay down the drugs, he still held tightly to the bottle, and she deserved more than some drunk, who had enough daddy issues to send Dr. Phil to back to school, that had committed crimes and seen things that would make your worst serial killers tremble and cry for their mommies. Hell, he couldn't even give her a damn home, not in this life. The most he could do was move her into the bunker and teach her how to use stolen credit cards and commit tax evasion.

Is that what he really wanted? To take this pure, innocent, little slice of heaven on earth, and make her into some criminal, something to fit his twisted sick standards?

She didn't deserve that. She deserves someone who could give her a family. A home, a normal life. One not filled with monsters, the biggest of all himself.

Dean made his way with a heavy heart back to his Baby, his constant... his only real home.

He knew what he had to do, but that didn't make it any easier.

She was young. She would recover. Find someone to love her. Someone better than him.

Him? Well, he'd die alone, cold, twisted, on the end of a blade, gun, or some monster’s snack. That's the life he'd chosen. That's what he deserved.

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Your POV:

Sitting on the side of your tub you stare down at the little white pregnancy test that is showing two very bold pink lines like if you look at it hard enough, it will disappear, or you'd wake up, and this would all be some sort of strange dream.

That wasn't going to happen, that test was very real, and you were very pregnant. The constant headaches, morning/all day sickness, and mood swings told you that the test was indeed accurate. That and the nonexistent period.

You weren't ready to be a mom, but you also had no desire to change the fact that you were about to be one. It is what it is. Even though you were terrified, this was Dean's child. That means it was part Dean, and part you, the best of the both of you, how could you not love it?

Standing up you made your way with the test in your hands to the kitchen, still staring at it, trying to make it feel real. There was a little life growing inside of you now, and that made you smile. The fact that this little life was part Dean made your heart swell even more. You would have a piece of him with you always, no matter what happens.

The sound of a pounding on your door made you jump where you were standing. You didn't have a chance to move before you saw the light flood the living room and Dean's voice boomed through the house in his usual deep rumble.

"Y/N? You home?"

The man never waited on a door to open and you couldn't help but smile at his impatiens.

"In here!" you yelled just as soon as he rounded the corner.

You didn't waste any time running to him and throwing your arms around his neck, breathing him in deeply.

"Dean I got good news!" you squeal.

Dean pulls back from you, his eyes looked tired as he waited for you to say whatever it was that you had to say.

"What?" he asked, almost like he was a little bit afraid to ask.

"You're going to be a daddy!!" you said, beaming, handing him the test that was still in your hand.

The color drained Dean's face as he took the test from you, looking at it closing his eyes for a moment before biting down on his lip and looking at you sadly. This was not the reaction you were expecting from him, and your heart fell to your feet.

"Y/N," Dean took a deep breath steadying himself. "I came over to tell you that it might be best if we don't see each other anymore... I didn't expect... I don't have much, but I'll do what I can to help support you with this baby if you want to keep it."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You stood there dumbfounded. Tears running down your face as your heart shattering into a thousand tiny little pieces on the floor.

"Dean... Why? I thought? You ...."

Biting on your lip you turn your back on him. How could he have told you that he loved you, taken your virginity, got you pregnant, and now is standing here telling you that you should go your separate ways? It didn't make sense. You felt used, betrayed.

"Y/N, You're so young. You will find someone a lot better than me I promise you that. You don't need me. I'm a burden to you. Hell, by the time you're just getting going in your life I'll be in my 60's If I even live that damn long. You need someone closer to your age, someone, who can provide a home for you. Someone who can give you more than me. This is wrong. I should have never started dating you. Now I've gone and knocked you up, fucked up your life even more."

You couldn't look at him. You felt like the breath had been knocked slap out of your chest. Like your heart had absolutely stopped breathing.

Dean said nothing else, he just turned and left you standing there, letting himself out; not even tell you goodbye.

Now here you were stuck with a baby, that was part of the man you loved more than life itself, but for some reason, he didn't love you enough to stay. Even after you told him you were going to have his child.

You didn't know what to do or where to go from here. You didn't even know if you were going to be able to pick yourself up off this floor, because if it wasn't for this baby, if there were no Dean, there was no reason for you to get up and carry on.

It felt like your whole world had just begun, and then quickly came to an end all in one go. It was almost more than anyone could take. How were you expected to go on from this? Why did he do this to you? More importantly, why if he turned around right now and walked back through that door you would take him back without question?

The thing of it though was Dean didn't come back.

For six months you went to doctors' appointments, worked, and did everything alone. The only thing you saw of Dean was a scanty check in the mail once a month. The amount varied, but you knew it was all he had. You were surprised he kept his word that far.

Even all these months you never stopped loving him.

You found out that you were going to have a little boy, and you decided to name him John because you knew that's what Dean would have wanted. If he would have wanted you...

You left voicemails on his phone after every appointment, giving him updates and things about the baby, and when you found that the baby was going to be a boy, you left the name for his son on the voicemail, hoping that it would draw him out, make him at least talk to you, you wanted more than anything to hear his voice. Just hear him.

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Three days after leaving the voicemail about baby John on Dean's voicemail you were sitting at your bar in the kitchen with the laptop in front of you, looking at baby cribs online, and trying to figure out how the hell you were going to pay for everything you needed for this baby when you heard a knock on your door.

You didn't know who the hell it could have been, because it was ridiculously late, but something drew you to the door. Curiosity? Stupidity? You didn't know, but it was like some strange pull was making you get off your butt and go to the front door.

You cracked it just enough to see who it was, and when those mossy green eyes that had been haunting your dreams ever since the day he left you met yours, you almost feel flat of your ass.

"Dean!" you said, jerking the door open wider, stepping back for him to come in.

Cautiously Dean made his way into the house. For a moment you both just stood there, staring at each other. Dean looked thinner, tired, and more worn down than he did even the day that he'd left you, His eyes glued to the baby bump that was strained against your nightshirt, swallowing hard like he was trying to swallow a lump that was stuck in his throat.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" you finally asked him, starting to get a little worried about his mental state. He looked like he'd been through hell and back.

"I uh... I don't know where to start," he said, running his hand through his tousled hair. From the looks of it, he'd been doing that a lot tonight.

"I can't stay away from you anymore. I miss you Y/N. I know that you have every right to tell me to go fuck off. You told me we were having a baby, and I.. I just walked away like a total and complete Jackass. I didn't even," Dean took a ragged breath like he was trying to keep the title wave of emotions at bay that was threatening to flow over the walls that were built up so high around him.

"Y/N I love you, I never stopped loving you, I left because I thought I was doing you a favor, I thought that you would be able to find someone to take care of you, someone better than me, but Baby I'm selfish, and I just can't let you go. I need you."

He made a cautious step towards you, then another when he saw that you weren't going to slap him or tell him to leave. He closed the distance between you, placing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, putting all he had in it, trying to convey every unspoken word, every feeling that he couldn't say, every I'm sorry all in one long, tender kiss; finally breaking away when you both had to breath.

You blinked for a moment and tried to clear your thoughts. This was the moment that you'd been waiting for, praying for, now here it was, and you wanted to pinch yourself. Reaching up you placed your hand on the side of Dean's face and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes a single tear slipping down his cheek and you wiped it away with your thumb.

"Dean, I love you too. I never stopped either. I'm so glad your home. I've waited for you all this time hoping and praying that you'd see how much I loved you and come home. I don't care that you have a bad past. I don't care that you can't give me all those things that you think that I want, because the house and picket fence isn't what I see when I look at the future. All I see is you, and if we have to live in a cardboard box under a bridge, that's okay, cause I have you, you're all I ever wanted. Period. Nothing else. You and our son. He needs his daddy to Dean.”

Dean brushed his lips over yours again. Burying his face in your neck.

"How do we start over from here?" Dean asked.

You both knew that there was so much scares and hurt on the both of you that you were going to take time to get back were you, but you were willing to take as long as it takes. Just as long as he kept his arms wrapped around you like they were right now.

"Let's just start at the beginning, take our time, and one step at a time we will figure this out together."

Because that's all that mattered, as long as you, Dean, and this baby, that's all you'd ever need.

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inadaydream99 · 4 years

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Not in the Same Way, or so he thought

A little angts in the beginning but mostly fluff

A/N - Part Three in my series of Ateez oneshots inspired by 5sos - Not in the Same Way. I hope you enjoy with San oneshot! I got a little carried away with this and it did slightly deviate from the meaning of the song in the end, but I couldn’t help it 😂

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It was at a friends party when you first realised how deep your feelings for San really were. You were watching him interact with a group of people you weren’t all to familiar with and caught yourself in a trance watching his every move.

You weren’t sure if it was all the alcohol you had consumed that night that had influenced these new feelings, but from that moment on you couldn’t shake the fluttering feeling you felt in your chest anytime your eyes landed on him.

The events of the rest of that night were a blur, all you remember is waking up in bed the next morning, wrapped in San’s arms. It was strange but you felt pleased in that moment, looking down at your sleeping friend and admiring how peaceful and vulnerable he looked.

San, however, was competely unaware of your feelings towards him, adamant that you could never see him in that way and that the events of that night were a mistake. He played it all down as soon as realisation hit him; he felt embarrassed and insecure, thinking it was purely alcohol induced on your part. He made you promise to act like it never happened, pushing away his feelings for you and not allowing himself to think about them again.

That is until one evening....

“Hey guys!” You cheerfully let yourself into their dorms, a wide grin on your face as you plop yourself in between Yunho and Mingi on the sofa.

“What’s got you so happy?” Yunho asks, sending you a teasing grin as you chuckle.

“I have news, and not just any ordinary news, exciting news.” You chirp, sitting forward in your seat getting ready to reveal all. You look around at the eight eager guys watching you, waiting to find out what you have to say.

“You all know about the blind date that I went on last week.” You pause for a moment to see the awaiting expressions on everyone’s faces. “Well, the guy called and asked me on another date today!” You exclaim, the words bursting out of you in a squeal of overjoyed happiness.

“That’s amazing! Tell us everything!” You giggle as Mingi begins to interrogate you for every detail. You get so immersed in sharing everything that you don’t realise the absence of San. But Seonghwa notices him slip out of the room unnoticed and subtlety follows.

“Why have you come in here?” Seonghwa asks, concern clouding his features as he assumes his instinctive role of mother.

“I just- I can’t believe I missed my chance.” San sighs, a slightly exasperated twinge in his tone. Seonghwa stands perfectly still as he watches San’s tight fists thump against his forehead in anger.

“Missed your chance for what?” Seonghwa presses, his tone conveying his lack of understanding as to what San means.

“I think I’m in love with (Y/N).” San states through a whine, his eyes brimming with tears ready to fall. Seonghwa feels his heart clench, feeling San’s heartbreak and pain, before gently comforting him.

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“Where’s San and Seonghwa?” You suddenly question, breaking the pieceful lull that has settled in the room. Everyone looks around at one another, no one having an answer.

“I’ll see if I can find them...” you mumble as you stand up and leave the room.

It takes you a few minutes before you come to a halt outside one of the bedroom doors as you hear hushed voices converse from the opposite side.

“Maybe you should confess, at least then you will be able to have some closure and move on.” Your eyes widen as you listen into the conversation, it’s evident that it’s a private discussion but now you want to know more.

“Ah yes, (Y/N) I’m in love with you- oh you don’t feel the same, cool- friendship ruined!” You hear San whisper shout sarcastically. You gasp when you hear your name.

He’s in love with you!

How long has he felt this way?

Your mind becomes overcrowded with a million thoughts and questions but you are sharply bought back into reality by the door handle being turned, panic striking you as you run into the next room and hide behind the wall.

“It’ll all be ok, I promise.” You see Seonghwa place a comforting pat into San’s back as they walk down the hall. You hadn’t been caught evesdropping which you are thankful for, but now you have to face them and not let on that you heard everything they were saying.

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Your mind was a mess. You had been crushing on San for longer than you can remember and as soon as you start to finally catch a glimpse of dating someone esle you find out that he has felt the same the whole time. Talk about irony.

“We found them!” Wooyoung cheerfully points out to you as you enter the room.

“What have you been up to?” Yunho chuckles as he playfully mocks your messed up hair. The room you had quickly hidden in wasn’t exactly a room, more of a cupboard filled with very random things, and, on trying to weave your way back out again, your hair had gotten caught in a tangle of hangers... hence the birds nest on top of your head from trying to untangle yourself.

“Very funny.” You sarcastically retort, rolling your eyes as you comb through your hair once again to try and make it less knotty.

“Ok enough now, dinners ready.” Seonghwa carefully moves past everyone with the food and places it on the table.

Had you really been gone that long?

You brush off the thought as you watch everyone crowd around and begin tucking in. You really need to get in there before it’s all gone.

~~~~

“Ah I’m so full!” Mingi whines as he stretches back against his chair almost making it topple over backwards.

“Yeah, I’m never eating that much again.” Yeosang joins, looking complacently at the table full of empty plates.

You watch them fondly, laughing when Mingi almost sends the table flying from using it as leverage so he doesn’t fall.

“Can I borrow you for a second.” Your eyes meet San’s gentle ones, his hand on your shoulder and timid smile bringing you back down to Earth. You had almost forgotten about the events of earlier over the course of dinner, emphasis on almost.

“Sure.” You return the smile, standing up from the table and following San out of the busy room.

You notice the nervous look on San’s face as you look at him expectantly. You are pretty sure you know what is about to happen but he doesn’t know you are aware. So you try your best to look normal.

“I know this is gonna seem sudden but I can’t watch you fall for someone else just because I was too stupid to not accept my feelings for you, but I’m in love with you and I have been for a long time.” San finally expresses his feelings in seemingly one breath, his face serious and eyes filled with nerves at the prospect of being rejected.

Throughout his confession you can’t help but let a smile grow on your face, your heart swelling with happiness as you finally hear San confess to you.

“I love you too.” You softly giggle as you take a step towards San and gently caress his pink cheek. The elated smile that breaks across his face at your words makes thousands of butterfly’s erupt in your stomach. It’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before but it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and you never want it to end.

“You really mean that?” San whispers, your foreheads touching as you both slowly close the space between you instinctively, like your bodies can’t bare to be apart for a second longer.

You can only nod in responce, feeling breathless for the close proximity. But that’s all the confirmation San needs before his lips crash into yours, his hands clutching onto your waist as though his life depends on never letting you go.

You stare into each others eyes as you pull apart, cheesy grins on each of your faces as you take in what has just happened.

“I guess I’ll have to cancel that date then.” You chuckle as San pulls you closer to his chest in a tight embrace.

“Yeah, you’re mine now.” He smirks after placing a kiss on top of your head.

#ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez drabbles #ateez oneshot #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez san #ateez choi san #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop drabbles #kpop oneshots #kpop x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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scoopsgf · 5 years

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IRONDAD BINGO: Halloween (pt. 1)

“We’re lost.”

“We are not lost.”

“Sure, sure… except, y’know, we are.”

Tony sighs long and hard as he turns around. He glares but it’s a moot effort seeing as Peter isn’t even looking; his eyes are directed upward and he squints, face scrunched up. “I know the way back to my own home, thank you.”

Peter hums. “Hey, remind me: which direction does the sun rise in?”

“I’m sorry, did you skip fourth grade science?”

“Just humor me.”

“The east.”

“Yeah,” Peter nods, “so that’s west, there, and I mean, I guess my eidetic memory could be failing me, but I’m pretty sure that when you’re standing on the front porch of your cabin, you can see the sun setting—but we’ve been walking away from the sun—ergo, the wrong direction.”

Tony blinks. “What?”

“Oh my god, your IQ is like a thousand and you can’t figure this out?”

“Excuse me if I don’t speak teenage idiot.”

Peter puts his hands on his hips and god, it’s sort of terrifying. He looks the way Pepper does when she’s had it up to here—it’s an expression that has no right to be plastered across the face of a seventeen year old kid, but here they are.

“You might as well just call me foolhardy upstart and admit you’re a hundred years old.”

Tony pinches his brow. His head is throbbing from being slammed against the windshield so hard the glass had cracked. Odds are he has a concussion, and unlike his travelling companion, he doesn’t have super healing. Peter’s cuts and bruises are already fading, but he’s still limping from the ankle Tony figures is either twisted or broken—it’s hard to tell, seeing as Peter’s an expert at downplaying how badly things hurt.

Still, it hasn’t stopped either of them from bitching up a storm for the last half hour.

“When we get home, you’re putting fifty bucks in the Sass Jar.”

“It’s really cool that you assume I actually carry more than ten whole dollars on me.”

Tony looks up at that. “You don’t carry more than ten?”

“Not all of us are billionaires!”

“But what if you need food?!”

“‘It’s a banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars?!’” Peter quotes, brushing past Tony; “How expensive do you think things are?”

“Okay, what about gas?”

“Oh, you mean for my car that you just totalled?”

Tony scoffs. “I did not total the car—you totalled it when you jerked the wheel to avoid the deer.”

“Would you rather we had hit it? Because a) we totally would have messed up the car anyway, and b) a deer could be dead.”

“What are you asking me here?”

“Well I guess…” Peter narrows his eyes, “are you a cold hearted bitch?”

Tony stops in his tracks, hands at his waistline, and scans the trees like he’s waiting for someone to pop out and tell him it was all a funny joke, ha ha, you can go home now!

No one comes: no magical elves or gnomes or goblins or whatever the fuck else lives in these woods. To say he’s disappointed is an understatement.

“No, I am not a cold hearted bitch. Yes, I am glad the deer is not dead; do I think you should have screamed ‘brake’ instead of driving the car into a ditch? Yes. Do I think your car insurance policy will cover this accident? Probably not. Will I be buying you a new car? Maybe. Any more questions?”

Peter sniffs. “None at the moment.”

They continue on in silence as the sun sets. Neither of them speak again until the sky is painted black. There are no stars, there’s no moon to see by. Both of their phones had been completely decimated in the crash and, despite Peter’s claims, Tony isn’t a one-hundred year old man carrying around a compass and a monocle.

So they’re pretty much walking without direction.

“Ow,” is what finally breaks their petty, mutual silence treatment. Tony whips around at the sound of twigs snapping and sees Peter with one hand braced against the trunk of a tree. It’s hard to tell, but he thinks the kid might be grimacing with pain.

“Pete?”

“I’m good.”

Yeah, no. Tony won’t buy that for a second.

“Have you been impaled? Bitten? Shanked by a woodland creature?”

Peter’s head jerks up. “I’m sorry?”

“Good, you should be. Now fess up, what hurts?”

“Nothing, I just stepped on my ankle wrong again.”

“So: your ankle hurts.”

Peter shoots him a look and this time Tony can see it, given how close he’s hovering. Tony just shrugs before kneeling down to feel at Peter’s leg and—yeah, that’s swollen.

“It needs cold compress,” he says.

Peter sighs. “You wouldn’t happen to have an ice pack on you, would you?”

“Don’t get smart.”

“Are you implying that I’m not already?”

Tony snorts as he brushes the mulch off of his knees. The air is cold and sharp around them and he’s pretty sure—

A fat drop of rain hits his shoulder. As usual, he’s always right.

“Gross,” Peter grunts. “Now we have to walk in pitch black through the woods, during a storm, and we’re both dying.”

“Hey, no one is dying—”

“It feels like I am—”

“It’s a bum ankle, it’s fine, we’ll get home and we’ll fix it—”

“No, I’m gonna keel over—”

Tony resists the urge to just fall onto his back and let the ground swallow him whole, but he’s pretty sure it would just vomit him back up again. Instead, he offers his side for Peter to lean against and they continue their joyous jaunt through the woods—in the pouring rain.

“You know what this is?” Peter asks rhetorically. “This is the part of the movie where we die.”

“Uh, no, the sluts always die first.”

“So just you.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Anyone who’s not a virgin,” he says, and then after a lengthy pause between them, “You’re being suspiciously quiet.”

“Oh, was I?”

Tony is keeping his head down to avoid the rain, and also in a vain attempt to spy any roots before they trip over them and break all of their fucking ankles. “So you and MJ?”

“I’m not about to have this conversation.”

“Uh, I beg to differ.”

“Since when is this the sort of thing we discuss?”

“Since now, I guess.”

“Well I’m not comfortable with the topic.”

Tony sighs. “Okay, fine, I’ll leave it be.”

“Good.”

“Fine.”

“Except—”

“Oh my god—”

“Except, okay, except: remember to always always use protection—”

“Tony, I’ve already had this conversation with May—”

“Never try to coerce anyone into having sex with you, never keep going after they say no, always read their body language—”

“Tony,” Peter stops, “shut up.”

“No, Peter, this is important—”

“Seriously, read my body language and shut up.”

Tony frowns. Peter is standing bolt upright, ears perked, soaking wet. Tony can just see his profile. “What is it?”

“You don’t hear that?”

Tony listens, and then he listens some more, and then finally his mere mortal ears pick up the faintest rustling sound. It’s growing gradually closer, and louder, and Tony’s heart rate is definitely starting to pick up when—

“Tony?”

“Jesus God!”

Tony throws his hand up in the face of Pepper’s flashlight. He looks to his right and sees that Peter has wrapped his arms around the nearest tree and is resting his forehead against the bark, breathing hard.

“Hey, Pep,” he says, trying for a light tone. “How’d you find us?”

“Your trackers,” she says. “We tried calling, but—” Tony pulls out his crushed up phone. “Ah.”

At her waist is Morgan, wearing a plastic pink jacket and holding a flashlight of her own. She points it right in Peter’s face and he hisses. “God, you gremlin.

Morgan giggles. “I thought you got eaten by a bear.”

“Unfortunately, no.”

Tony snaps his fingers. “Hey, hi, focus up: how far are we from the cabin?”

“Fifty feet?” Pepper guesses.

“Are you serious,” Peter deadpans. “Fifty feet. Really. Oh my god.”

“See?” Tony smiles. “I told you we were walking in the right direction.”

“Only after I corrected us!”

#irondad #marvel #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #halloween #irondad bingo #my writing #pepper potts #pepperony #a slight crack fic #I actually don't even know what this is khdwedhue #ANYWAY

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peacedolantwins · 4 years

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Already Gone pt. 2

A/n: hi i finished this at three in the morning so if there’s typos and stuff come yell at me so I can fix it

It had been over a month since the break up when Grayson passed by the back door and heard Ethan on the with someone. When he heard who was on the other line he paused.

“But mom, what if… what if you only get one shot at love? What if she was the one and I blew it? What am I supposed to do?” Just from listening in Grayson knew his brother was close to tears.

Ethan never really wore his heart on his sleeve. He kept it hidden away because if no one can get close it meant he couldn’t get hurt. But he let you in and it hurt more than ever now that you were gone.

All the times he made fun of Grayson for thinking every girl he talked to was his soulmate, he finally got it. You were his and he could feel it.

For the first time in his life, he felt what he could only begin to describe as anger and hate towards his brother. Grayson was supposed to be his best friend, his biggest supporter, the person he could trust with anything and everything. But Grayson was the reason you left. Because he couldn’t at least be civil to girl he cared about with his whole heart.

Grayson couldn’t hear what their mom said to him, but Ethan hung up with a sigh. He knew he had to talk to you but there was a problem with that.

Grayson really didn’t know anything about you. He had no idea where you lived, where you worked, what your number was, he didn’t even really know your last name. Every time his brother would talk about you he pretty much tuned it out. The only thing he really knew was that you often liked to walk home after work because you said it gave you time to just think.

The only reason he knew this was because Ethan would often express his worry about you walking home alone at night and it’s something Grayson would never admit to worrying about too. He knew he would have to go through Ethan’s phone to at least find your number or anything that would help him talk to you.

It was a few days later after he heard the phone call when he had an idea.

“Hey do you mind if I use your computer really quick? Mines updating right now,” he knew Ethan’s contacts were synced up through the cloud so it should be easy for him to get your number.

“Can’t you just use your phone?” Ethan really hasn’t been in the mood to talk to his brother lately.

“No, now come on, please?”

“Fine.”

Grayson went in and saw that his brothers computer was already on. He quickly went through and found your number, glad Ethan hadn’t deleted it.

He also saw the internet tab was already open, just minimized so he opened it and saw another tab was open as well. He was a curious person by nature so he clicked on it, not knowing he was about to see something he never wanted to see.

Ethan was looking at houses for sale nearby. And by the looks of it, he found one.

Grayson couldn’t believe it. His brother was planning on moving and he never even mentioned it. What happened to their plans of getting houses on the same land together? Why would he be leaving?

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan walked and saw what his brother was looking at and quickly closed the tab.

“Me? What the fuck are you doing? You’re looking at houses Ethan! You’re just gonna leave and not say anything? Why do you even want to leave?”

“After everything, I think I just need my own space. Somewhere where I can bring someone over without you throwing a fit over it. We’re going to have to separate eventually Grayson, might as well get it over with.”

“Yeah, eventually! When we have wives and families! Not now!”

“How am I supposed to have a wife when you chased away the girl I care about huh? Can’t have a wife if I don’t have a girlfriend dumbass. So yeah, I think it’s time we separate.” Ethan really didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Ethan- no. Look I’m sorry, but please man… just don’t.” Grayson didn’t like how he had less time with his brother with you around but now he would so gladly take that over his big brother completely leaving him.

“It’s already done. You say you’re the responsible one out of the two of us. So grow up and accept it. It should be about another week while everything goes through then I’m gone. Now get out of my room.”

Grayson quietly got up and left the room. He knew he fucked up. He knew since he heard you two broke up but now knowing he fucked up to the point where his own brother didn’t want to live with him anymore hurt in a way he didn’t think was possible.

What he didn’t know was the full reason why Ethan wanted to leave. Yes, they were going to split up eventually but Ethan couldn’t be in that house anymore. Everywhere he went, it was like he saw your ghost.

Every time he walked into his room and saw the pink wall he just thought of how you teased him the first time you saw it and asked if he was planning on having a baby girl already. Every time he walked into the kitchen he saw you sitting on the counter because you couldn’t cook for shit but you were there for moral and emotional support. He saw you passed out on the couch taking a nap.

But he also saw you on that same couch with tears in your eyes saying you two needed to break up. Every time he walked into the house he remembered it as the spot where you two kissed goodbye for the last time.

Something Ethan never mentioned to anyone was just how committed to you he really was. You had been dating for ten months and he knew you were the one. You had put up with Graysons attitude that whole time and never made a big deal about it.

He had even started looking at engagement rings.

Maybe he was going too far too fast but he just knew you were it for him since the very beginning. So yeah, he had to get out of this house.

While Grayson was still trying to process everything, me knew he had to call you. He was even more surprised when you answered right away.

“Grayson? Is everything okay?” You had his number saved because you wanted to have it Incase there was ever an emergency while you and Ethan were together.

“Um actually I was hoping we could talk?” He didn’t know how you knew it was him calling but that wasn’t important right now.

“Grayson, I tried talking to you. It never goes well.”

“Please, just hear me out. After that I won’t bother you, but please?” He didn’t care if he had to beg you at this point.

“Fine. Meet me after work.” You told him where and when and he said he’d be there.

A few hours later you surprised him when you walked up to his car and tapped on his window. You could recognize his douchebag car anywhere. He unlocked the car and you got in the passenger side.

“So?” While before you had done everything to stay in Graysons good graces, you didn’t really care anymore. He got what he wanted. You were out of his and Ethan’s life. He’s taken enough from you.

“Y/n I’m sorry for how I was around you. I never gave you a chance and I know how shitty I was to you. Especially the last time we talked. But I can try and explain to you why.” He went on to tell you about how he was just scared of losing his brother even though rationally he knew that wasn’t happening. He also noticed you had lost a bit of weight and your eyes weren’t as bright as he remembered them being.

While he explained everything, while you didn’t agree, you could see where he was coming from. You knew going into the relationship that they were inseparable but there were other ways that Grayson could have expressed he wanted to spend more time with his brother.

So when he told you that Ethan bought another house and was planning on moving out, you couldn’t believe it. You had broken both of your hearts to keep the peace between them but it seems the pain was for nothing.

“No. Why didn’t you talk him out of it?”

“I tried but it was already too late by the time I found out. Please come back. And not just because of this but because I know he’s hurting. He has been since the night you left. And I can see you are too. If he still wants to leave, fine but I want him to at least be happy.” He could learn to be okay with his brother gone. But knowing his brother would be gone and possibly hate him was something he couldn’t live without at least trying to fix what he ruined.

Looking back on it, he should have seen how good you two were together. You both worked like a machine together, two pieces working in perfect harmony. You would support Ethan’s crazy adventures and he helped pull you out of your shell. But when Ethan went too far, you were there to keep him grounded. And now both of you were falling because of him.

“Is he home?” You asked after some thinking. You didn’t know if he would even want to see you but you knew you definitely wanted to see him.

“Yeah, he said he was going to start packing…” Grayson hated that sentence even coming out of his mouth.

“Well lets go then.”

A short drive later you found yourself sitting in the parked car outside the house. You didn’t think you would be this nervous about going in.

“Do you mind if I go first? Just to talk to him alone?” You asked Grayson quietly.

“Go ahead.” You got out of the car and went up to the door. You remembered the key code but you weren’t sure about just walking in so you knocked on the door. You could hear music coming from inside so you assumed he just couldn’t hear you. As you were about to knock even louder, it seems Grayson had a different solution.

Ethan was laying on his bed and taking a break from packing a few things when he heard an obnoxious honk coming from outside and he knew just from the sound it was Graysons car. Annoyed, he got up and went to the door but stopped when he saw you through the glass and he hesitantly opened the door.

“Hey E,” you smiled up at him.

“Y/n…” he immediately pulled you into a hug and wrapped his arms around you. It felt amazing to be back in those arms you missed so much but he was slowly crushing you.

“Killing me here,” you gently tapped his back so he would loosen up. “Let’s go inside yeah?”

The two of you sat down on the couch, right back where everything came apart the last time you were here, and you both just sat there not really knowing what to say.

“So Grayson called me and we talked.” Ethan raised his brows at that, knowing how his brother felt about you. “I know, I was surprised too. But he told me why he did what he did. It was a shitty excuse but I get it. He didn’t want to lose his big brother. But he also told me that’s what’s happening isn’t it?”

“And don’t give me that cop out excuse of saying it was going to happen eventually. Why are you pushing for it so fast?” You took his face in one of your hands and brushed your thumb over his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“I can’t be in this house anymore without you here. Everything reminds me of you and I just can’t Y/n.” He said it so quietly it was hard to hear.

“Can we try again? And not just because of all of this mess. Ethan, we were good together. I can work on things with Grayson, but please give us another chance?” You never wanted any of it to end but when it did you knew it was the worst mistake of your life.

“Yes,” He pulled your face to his and brought your lips together. He couldn’t even explain how much he missed you. How much he missed this.

He moved you so you were now straddling his lap, lips still connected. He kept his grip on you firm but gentle, scared that if he let go and opened his eyes you would be gone and this was all a dream.

“Are you guys done yet? It’s fucking cold out here,” The moment was interrupted by Grayson pounding on the front door. You two broke apart to see him standing outside and remembered that it was a somewhat cold night for California standards.

“Yeah get in here Gray,” Ethan waved him in while you got off his lap.

“So… are we okay?” Grayson asked his brother.

“We’re okay. But bro, if you ever pull some shit like that again I’m gone,” he warned him.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry,” he looked over to you. “Y/n, are we good?”

“We’re good. Just don’t be an asshole and we’ll be good.” Ethan couldn’t help but laugh at how more blunt you were being with his brother. Before you would tiptoe around him but now you were fully standing up for yourself and not taking his shit anymore. He was proud of you.

“Come on, get in here,” you opened up your arms to give him a hug. As you wrapped your arms around him you couldn’t help but realize this was the first time you two had ever hugged and felt your eyes water a bit.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” Grayson asked when he pulled away and saw the tears about to fall.

“Nothing, just… were finally all okay.” You smiled and felt Ethan wrap an arm around you. He let you go before and there was no way he was letting that happen again. He had everything he ever wanted in front of him and he wasn’t going to lose it this time.

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Folklore perspectives ✨

As Taylor said, each folklore tale is told from either her perspective, her friends’s perspective or perspectives of those she has never met before.

Here’s who’s perspective I believe each tale is told✨

The 1- taylor’s perspective looking back at a past friendship (most likely in her 20’s) she may have thought would be more OR betty’s perspective on how she wished things worked out different with james (during the roaring 1920s?)

‘If you really wanted me then you really should’ve shown’

‘Roaring twenties, throwing pennies in the pool. And if my wishes came true, it would have been you”

‘It could have been sweet, if it could have been me’

‘In my defense, I have none. For digging up the grave another time’

‘It could have been fun, if you would have been the one’

cardigan- betty’s perspective on her & james relationship when she’s older (reflecting on what she was told she knew vs what she knew)

‘When you are young they assume you know nothing’

‘But I new you...’

‘When I felt like an old cardigan, under someone’s bed. You put me on and said I was your favorite.’

‘Chase two girls, lose the one’

‘Tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy.’

‘I knew everything when I was young’

‘I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs’

‘I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired. And you’d be standing in my front porch light. And you’d come back to me’

the last great american dynasty - rebekah & taylor’s perspective on similar circumstances of being perceived as loud, mad and shamless

‘there goes the loudest/ maddest/ shameless woman this town has ever seen’

‘And then it was bought by me’

‘She/ I had a marvelous time ruining everything’

exile- james & betty’s perspective when they are a bit older on how they fell apart; how they refuse to listen to each other

‘I can see you standing honey, with his arms around your body’

‘I can see you staring honey, like he’s just your understudy’

‘I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending’

‘We always walked a very thin line’

‘Took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it’

‘Second, third and hundredth chances.’

‘You didn’t even hear me out’

‘You never/ I gave so many signs’

my tears ricochet- taylor’s perspective on the story of her masters being stolen from under her

‘Even on my worst day. Did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me?’

‘Cause I loved you, swear I loved you.’

‘I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace.’

‘And if I’m dead why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed, look at how my tears ricochet.’

‘You wear the same jewels that I gave you, as you bury me��

‘I can anywhere just not home’

‘I still talk to you, as I’m screaming at the sky’

‘And when you can’t sleep at night. You hear my stollen lullabies’

mirrorball - taylor‘s perspective of her career

‘I’ll show you every version of yourself tonight’

‘I can change everything about me to fit in’

‘But I’m still on my tallest tip toes. Spinning in my highest heels, love. Shining just for you’

‘I know they said the end is near’

‘I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try try try’

‘I’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me’

seven- taylor‘s perspective as a child, before she is forced to grow up and become a woman

‘Picture me in the tree’

‘I peaked at seven”

‘We can be pirates’

‘Please picture me in the weeds’

‘Before I learn civility’

‘I used to scream ferociously’

august- james’ summer fling’s perspective on their summer romance

‘Are you sure? Never have I ever before’

‘I can see us lost in the memory’

‘August slipped away to a moment in time’

‘Cause you were never mine’

‘I remember thinking I had you’

‘For me it was enough’

‘So much for summer love and saying us’

‘Back when I was living for the hope of it all’

this is me trying- told from the perspective of James when he’s a little older, who feels he lost his way and is trying to find his way back after losing betty

‘I have a lot of regrets about that’

‘They told me all my cages were mental. So I got wasted like all my potential’

‘Fell behind all my classmates now I’ve ended up here’

‘But I’m here in your doorway’

‘It’s hard to be at a party when you feel like an open wound’

‘It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you’

‘You’re a flashback on a film reel on the one screen in my town’

illicit affairs- a young woman’s perspective on having an affair with someone older

‘I tell my friends I’m out for a run, you’ll be flushed when you return’ (makes me think she’s in college, living with friends)

‘What started in beautiful rooms ends with meetings in parking lots’

‘That’s the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares’

‘Take the words for what they are. A dwindling mercurial high’

‘They show their truth just one single time but they lie and they lie and they lie a million little times.’

‘Don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby’

‘Look at this idiotic fool that you made me’

invisible string- taylor’s perspective on fate bringing her to her lover, joe; time heals all things

‘isn’t it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me’

‘a single thread of gold tied me to you.’

‘green was color of the grass where I used to read at Centennial park, I used to think I’d meet somebody there ’

‘Teal was the color of your shirt when you were 16 at the yogurt shop’

‘Bad was the blood of the song in the can on your first trip to LA’

‘Bold was the waitress on our three-year-trio getting lunch down by the lakes. She said I looked like an American singer’

‘Cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boys who broke my heart, but now I sent their babies presents’

‘Time, mystical, time, cutting me open and healing me fine’

‘Gave me the blues then purple pink skies (lover)’

‘Gold was the color of the leaves when I showed you around Centennial park’

‘Hell was a journey but it brought me heaven’

‘A string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms and to that dive bar’

mad woman- taylor‘s perspective of how she (and other female artists) has been persecuted by the media, celebrities and her former record label

‘What did they think I’d say to that?’

‘They strike to kill and you know I will’

‘Does she smile? Or does she mouth “fuck you forever”’

‘Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy’

‘Women like hunting witches too’

‘I breathe fire each time I talk’

‘It’s obvious wanting me dead has really brought you two together’

‘Cause you took everything from me. Watching you climb, watching you climb. Over people like me’

‘No one likes a mad woman, you made her like that’

epiphany- a soldier’s (her grandfather’s) perspective, a medial worker’s perspective, a hero’s battle story

‘crawling up the beaches now, I think he’s bleeding out’

‘some things you just can’t speak about’

‘hold your hands through plastic’

‘keep your helmet, keep your life son’

‘Something med school did not cover’

‘with you I serve, with you I fall down’

‘watch you breathin in, watch you breathin out’

‘doc, I think she’s crashing out’

‘only 20 minutes to sleep, but you dream of some epiphany’

betty- james’ perspective when he was seventeen, after he came back from his summer with ‘august’. He chased two girls and now he wants betty back.

‘would you tell me to go fuck myself or lead me to the garden’

‘you heard the rumors from Inez, you can’t believe a word she says, most times but this time it was true’

‘it was only a summer thing’

‘plus I saw you dance with him’

‘the worst thing I ever did was what I did to you’

‘I’m only seventeen I don’t know anything but I know I miss you’

‘I was walking home on broken cobblestones’

‘i slept next to her but I dreamed of you all summer long’

‘I’m here on your doorstep’

‘will you have me? will you love me?’

‘will this fix your broken wings?’

peace- taylor telling joe she knows she can’t give him everything he may need (peace) and is asking if that is still enough? Also a promise to do everything that she can do for him.

‘Would it be enough if I never bring you peace?’

‘You paint dream scapes on the wall, I talk shit with my friends. It’s like I’m wasting you honor’

‘People think love is for show, but I’d die for you in secret’

‘Give you my wild, give you a child’

‘The rain is always gonna come when you’re standing with me’

‘I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm’

‘You got a friend in me’

hoax- taylor making promise to joe that no matter what happens she will always be there for him; also makes references to how he’s the only one who understands her and her pain just like she understands his

‘Don’t want no other shade of blue but you’

‘No other sadness in the world would do’

‘I left a part of me back in new york’

‘You know it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart’

‘Stood on the cliffside screaming “give me a reason”’

‘Your faithless love is the hoax I believe in’

‘My broken drum, you have beaten my heart’

Although so many songs are written from many character’s perspective, I absolutely adore how certain lines in most songs are clearly about taylor. She’s such a magical author to weave her life into her character’s lives in her folklore stories ✨🖤🧚‍♂️

I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS ALBUM 🖤🖤🖤

@taylorswift @taylornation 🖤✨🧚‍♂️

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literaturebyrenwick · 3 years

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Absolute Dark

Chapter One

I can tell I'm dreaming because Andrew is looking into my eyes & calling my name gently, "…Sabrina…" while we make love. It's a truer method for telling if I'm asleep than pinching myself. I love my boyfriend, but he's not perfect, and clearly my subconscious wants to remind me of this as much as possible.

Something he actually can do, most of the time, is make me cum. Thankfully my dreams give in to my wants here and his blue eyes never leave mine as we finish, sweating and breathing heavily I can barely feel any part of my body, it's all tingles. He pulls out of me and flops over on his side, I find my balled up panties on the far edge of our bed and put them between my legs to at least try and protect the sheets. It's then that I realize I can still hear moaning, I look over to Andrew again, he's fast asleep.

My eyes shoot open and I inhale deeply, as if I were holding a breath. My beautiful king size memory foam mattress and weighted blanket is suddenly cold hard ground and a high-end sleeping bag, which still doesn't compare, I hate sleeping bags and he knows this.

I'm starring at the roof of our tent, through it's screen into the dark, lost in the tree branches waving gently overhead when everything starts coming back to me, we're out in the forest. Andrew is beside me, we're camping, obviously his idea.

"Babe, it's not even far from the nearest town, there's beautiful hiking, we can even rent canoes. It's gonna be amazing, I promise you." I remember that I really don't want to be here despite his best efforts to talk up the idea. All day yesterday we hiked, it was a beautiful hike but it was tainted, I couldn't get her out of my mind and we fought over it again. He swam & I read, we ended the evening too tired to make love.

At least that's what I told myself. So I look over to Andrew, hoping to seduce him, and I see he's gone, I suppose I had just assumed he was there when I woke up. I wait a few minutes, checking my phone, which of course gets no service. He's taking too long to piss.

Then I remember the moaning, and I realize I still hear it faintly, and sound of friction. There are other girls on this campsite, I get dressed and shoot out of the tent, ready to find Andrew fucking around again. It's very dark, aside from a tent which looks to be about two minutes walking distance from our tent, the brisk morning air feels wet and a light fog begins on the edges of the campsite clearing.

Knowing this time I can't forgive him, I'll need to find a way back into the city. As I stroll towards the only lit up tent, my mind flashes to when I caught Andrew with my cousin last year. He called her name, I bet he looked into her eyes too. I might kill him. I'm getting close enough now to see that there is a very male figure moving around in that tent, backlit by what's likely some small, shitty, cheap lantern. He does have a thing for poor girls after all, I'm getting angrier and angrier as I near the tent.

Then… I realize I can't her moaning anymore, just movement and wet sounds. Instead of continuing to the side of the tent and screaming for him to get out, I start to walk around to the front of the tent, which is open for some reason. "Andrew..?" I croak out.

Andrews head rolls out of the tent. His beautiful blue eyes looking directly into mine. His lips are gone. He blinks. I run into the woods directly behind me, I know I screamed at some point, but all I know now is how out of breath I am, how hurt I feel and how hopeless my situation actually is. I hear a man screaming behind be as I run, threatening to do just about every painful thing under the sun to me.

And then, god bless, I hit the road, tripping and falling face first into it as a car hits it's breaks right in my face. How ironic, to get run over while running from a killer. I jump up looking towards the car, trying like hell to ignore the pain in my knees and hands, the fire in my lungs and the shivers I'm now suffering from.

The silhouette of a plump, mountain of a man exits the car, rocking it as he does. I can't make out his eyes, aviator sunglasses lock them away like a character from a garbage dime store novel. My eyes adjust and I can just make out his uniform, and that the car is a fancy police cruiser.

"God damn kiddo, are you okay? I'm sorry about that." The cop asks me. I croak out, "No, someone is trying to kill me."

He waves me over to the car urgently as I start to lose feeling in my fingers to the morning air, I jump into the passenger side. He gets back in with his pistol pulled, looking ready for a gunfight, he radios for help while I stare into the woods, I can't make sense of the radio call signs they use.

"Okay, what is actually happening sweetheart, who is trying to kill you?" "I don't know, I have no idea, he's big and he killed my boyfriend…" I can't stop the tears pouring down my face now. "Can we go now Officer, we need to go now he's right behind me."

"Now you listen here little miss, I'm the Chief of Police around here, ain't no one even gonna touch this cruiser without my say so, you're safe, here." He clicks the doors closed, and my heartbeat instantly gets a bit more manageable. "So, what exactly is happening here?" He asks, I start walking the Chief through what happened after I woke up.

He listened intently and I started to forget that it just happened, it all starts to feel like a dream or a distant memory as my body relaxes. "That's it, we need to go, did you radio for back up?"

"No, sweetheart, that's not really an option for someone like you, on a highway like this…" The Chief looks straight through me with a very straight face, the portrait of a miserable, pitiful, dirty girl stares back at me from his sunglasses. I hate her.

He unlocks my door, I snap my head to the door, as if on autopilot, in the fog at the edge of the tree line I see someone waiting. I look back to the Chief, he's not alert anymore, he's smiling, he hits me. "I shouldn't have stopped running" is the only thought in my head. Everything is fuzzy, my door opens. I'm dragged out, I scream in the wind while a warm liquid drips down my face into my eyes, I kick in the dirt as I'm dragged back through the woods, but I know the last thing I'll see is that god damned camp site, glazed in crimson. - - - - I tighten my hand around Jane's ponytail, determined to pull her wet lips up to mine by her pretty golden hair. A wave of warmth swims up my arms, accompanied by tender breathing along my stomach and breasts. I let go of her hair as she embraces me.

Our tongues intertwine and I taste us, I can't help but moan. My legs feel at home with her between them, her thighs radiating heat into my core. Even with my eyes closed and my mind given over to her, I see my pale hands run across her suntanned skin clear as day.

A very annoying jingle starts emanating through our open doors, from Jane's room, "Shit!, sorry that's the conference" She blurts out, kissing me before running into her room, wiping her mouth and pulling her skirt down as she waddles her sexy valley girl ass across the hallway into her room. I guess I'm awake now.

Her door closes & I gradually make my way out of my bed. I pull on a giant sweater and some tight sweatpants, shimmy into my faded pink slippers and head to the bathroom, nearly tripping on the mountains of clothes I really need to pick up today.

I flip the ridiculous flower pedal light switch & the fairly sun lit bathroom flashes to bright white. I try to blink the fluorescent bathroom light burn out of my eyes, as I make my way to the sink slowly but surely. Groggily washing my face, wiping away the black eyeliner & lipstick leftover from last night, I force myself to look in the mirror. I have mixed feeling about my shaved head, but the convenience can't be understated. I give myself a wink and hop in the shower.

Twenty minutes later and my confidence is a bit higher, I've got my face on, minimal as it is, I can't stop loving black, it's the little dead goth girl in me. I can't lie, my style has been a great buffer for myself and the man-children at Ryerson. A muscular, tall, perpetual bitch-faced white girl, usually clad in black isn't their ideal match I suppose. I'm pulling on clean, well, cleaner pants when I get lost in thought, I haven't wanted to fuck a man in at least five years, maybe I should expand my social circle?

I really can't stand listening to most people unless it's for work though, and for now, Jane is my own little Barbie until she gets bored, or infatuated with someone else.

So why bother? I think as I slip on my socks & pull back on my sweater. Snatching my reading glasses from my corner desk, I catch a glimpse of Coraline. My baby sister.

Our foster parents, and even other kids always said we looked so similar, even though I'm 6 years older than her. I framed this picture with a 'Power Puff Girls' frame, a show we used to watch as kids, we have the same porcelain skin, but she's shorter, I think she's much prettier than I am, I'd say she's beautiful. Her facial features are sharper, she's plump in all the right places, and she's as sweet as pie. Just looking at her makes me feel better about my looks whenever I'm down on myself.

My phone alarm goes off and a reminder to complete my only real work for the day stares me in the face. I swipe away the notification, and sit down at my desk to look over then send my first article in for review for my new internship. Before you ask, growing up in the system and getting out without a baby and/or addiction was all the inspiration I needed to kick the shit out of my journalism classes.

It was always the more social stuff that threw a wrench into the works for me, and the framework this profession provides, has been akin to therapy in terms of getting me to comfortable with people again. At least that's what I assume, I've never been one for traditional therapy myself.

I was more of a Jim Beam girl, then a whole lot of cannabis kind of gal, now I mostly exercise and read.

I finished final editing and hit send. The fear hits me fast and hard. My spine chills and I’m on my feet before I realize it. I haven’t felt this in so long. So I do what I did back then, I called Coraline.

“Abi..” She answers on the first ring. My heart calms down by at least five beats per minute.

“Hey, sorry, I know it’s kinda early for you.” She sighs at these words.

“I’ve been up for a few hours actually.” Coraline retorts.

“Oh, well, you’ve got a lead on me then.” I laugh.

“Abigail, you’ve got better things to be doing, I’m sure. I really appreciate it, but you don’t need to check up on me constantly.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, I just got a weird feeling..”

“You sure that wasn’t Jane grabbing your ass?” We laugh.

“I do have to go though..” She lets out.

“Sure, yeah, sorry. Love you.”

“Love you too.” I reply.

The dial tone greets me, she’s rarely that short over the phone, even if the is busy. But she’s not wrong, I can’t let guilt about leaving her back home hold me back when she doesn’t. I need to focus on my life.

#Horror #Thriller #ChapterOne #femalemaincharacter #lovecrafian

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vexun1 · 5 years

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Humans are space orcs: Demi-Humans

So I've been reading a whole bunch of Humans are space orcs / Australians and the like. And I thought it's my turn to take a shot at it. There's one thing that people here didn't mention even once. (To my knowledge.)

As some of you may know, Japan has currently approved human-animal hybrid experiments. So it's possible that in the far future, human-animal hybrids or Demi-Humans would become a norm. Imagine how aliens would react to this. Take a bunny human for example:

My crew and I waited patiently for our new member to arrive. We were all excited. Some had even prepared a list of questions they wanted to ask them. Having a new member was, ofcourse, a joyous event. But this wasn't just any new crew member. It was a human.

The other humans from the public relations office had told me that the human we were getting in particular was 'special' and 'rare', and that we were very lucky to have someone like them. I did not quite understand why at first... But I soon came to realize why.

As we all waited inside the main deck of my ship, the door slid open. We all looked to see the human. An apex predator species from a class 6 deathworld was on our ship. The human was female and seemed to be the average height for one... But there were some distinct features that I immediately picked up on. Her skin, unlike other humans' was close to a pale white.. almost as if she was dead. The colour of her eyes was a bright pink that almost seemed luminescent, surrounded by a dark pink that then went to a normal white like all humans. I had read a human guidebook, but I did not recall humans having such detailed eyes. Especially ones that were pink in colour... Especially ones that had vertical lines for pupils. Her hair was white with a slight tint of pink. Again, I did not recall reading about this in the human guidebook. But the one detail that stood out the most from the human in front of us... were the two white antennas on top of her head. The antennas were wide and looked like they had fur on them. They seemed to be concave and hollowed out towards their base. The backside appeared to have thicker white fur, with a tint of pink, while the inside had thinner, pink coloured fur.

I set the oddities aside and approach the human. The rest of the crew follow behind me. “hmm.. is this Captain Xorlax’s ship?” The human quietly asks. Her tone of superiority sent a chill through my body I had never felt. I set that aside and stand firm. “Yes, I am Captain Xorlax of the ship Vonhuan. It is a pleasure to meet you.” I greet her and hold my hand out to her. Shaking hands was a welcoming gesture used by humans. She takes my hand and shakes gently. Her slender fingers were much longer than that of a normal human, I noticed. “My names Lirin, I’m glad to be working with you all from today onwards.”

She made an expression described by the handbook called a ‘smile’, which was the human’s way of being polite to one another. As she shook my hand, her predator eyes locked onto mine. There was an eerie dead presence within her eyes. The pink eyes with the vertical pupils gave off no form of emotion, and the stare from her eyes made my whole body freeze.. in fear. It sent a wave of fear through my whole body. It was then that I received a horrifying reminder... we were making friends with monsters.

I decide to not ask her about her appearance. Humans, especially the females, can be very easily offended when it comes to their appearance. I show the human to her quarters and leave her to set herself up. Some time passes, and we leave the space port. The human comes out of her quarters in clothing that exposed most of her pale white body. She mostly kept to herself, but she was trying to packbond with the crew like any normal human.

As time passed, the crew became comfortable with her and began asking her questions about humans like they initially intended to. Though they avoided the topic of her appearance all together. No one wanted an angry apex predator on their ship. I observed that the two antennas on her head were attached to her body, and were not a form of accessory. When called, the antennas would turn to the direction of the sound before the rest of her body did.

We arrived at a space port on a human colonial planet. The crew got off and we made our way to the main lounge of the port office. We waited for our engineer to order some parts that he needed to maintain the ship’s engines. Lirin sat down on a chair in the lounge and was minding her own business with her handheld. Since the office didn’t have chairs for none humans, we stood near her and waited. The other humans in their own seats were glancing at her, and it was obvious that they were even talking about her. She was definitely out of place even among humans.

So I assumed. A human male approached Lirin with a large sum of human currency in his hand. “E-excuse m-me.” The man called out to Lirin. He was making an expression described in the guidebook as nervous. “C-could you P-pyon..... for... me?” Pyon? What was pyon? I did not recall an action called ‘pyon’ in the guidebook. Lirin stood up and looked at the man. She smiled and clasped his hands. “Thank you for the money.. Pyon!” Lirin finished her sentence with the same phrase the man had asked her to say. She tightened her vocal chords and made a high pitched sound.

Whatever this was... it was of great significance. A human who was drinking a fluid sprayed out the contents in his mouth. Another human who was consuming a solid somehow got it stuck in his body, he was making shrill sounds of pain as he tried to remove it from his system. The man who had asked Lirin for the favour was leaking a red fluid from both of the two holes in the appendage on his face. I later came to know that the fluid was human blood and leaking it from their face was called a nosebleed.

Every human in the lounge was quiet and had their eyes trained on Lirin. More males approached her with sums of currency. “H-hey.. can I... touch... your ear?” One of the other males who approached her asked. Less ask and more like a plead. Lirin’s antennas bent down and faced the man. He hesitantly touched the antenna, and then began gently rubbing it. They were clearly finding some sort of pleasure from this.

My crew and I stood aside and watched as countless men came to Lirin with currency and even valuable items, in exchange to touch her antennas or here her make the sound. When we finally left, Lirin had a bag full of items and an astonishingly large sum of human currency. She seemed pleased to say the least.

"Lirin, what just happened?" I asked her warily. I needed answers, her appearance, the way everyone acted towards her.... was so unusual. "I mean... You saw didn't You? What's there to explain?" Lirin looked perplexed, almost as if she expected me to know.

I could not hold it anymore, I had to ask, offensive or not, I needed to know. "NO I DO NOT! I understand what I saw, they seemed to enjoy your presence and 'service', but WHY!? WHY!? Why do they enjoy it? Why do you have those antennas!? Why do you look different compared to everyone else!?" I blurted out all the questions that my crew and I had. I disregarded any form of formality and respect. If I offended her, it was her problem.

Lirin began making a rapid succession of sounds. I recalled to the guidebook, it was called laughter, or in Lirin's case, giggling, it was a sound humans made when they found something funny or enjoyable. Her laughter froze and she looked into my eyes, her vertical pupils grew thinner and seemed to grow longer, as if she focused her gaze on me, sending a cold chill of fear through mine and my crew's body. While I was able to hold myself back from making any sounds, some of my crew members could not. We all felt the same fear of a predator looking into us, as if she was ready to devour us. I regretted asking her.

Or so I thought. Lirin sighed. "Well... to put simply, I'm a subclass of the Demi-Human called bunny human. Since I'm a female, I'm a bunny girl." "Demi what?" I was not following a single bit of what she said. "I'm a human, like everyone else, but I'm a different kind of human. I'm a human-animal hybrid. It's not like I'm half human, half animal, most of my body us human, except for a few details, hence 'Demi'-Human. There are different kinds of Demi-Humans, I'm a bunny girl cause I have features of a bunny." "So you're not a different race?" I asked her, still unsure. "Yeah, I'm a human, it's just that my ears are huge and on top of my head, and my eyes and skin are slightly different."

Lirin, pulled on her antennas, which apparently were her ears, and showed them to me. "You probably didn't read about it in the guidebook cause we're pretty rare, there aren't many of us around, let alone once that venture into space. That's also why it's a big deal to most people." My crew and I had calmed down, almost as if a huge weight lifted off of us. We now understood.

"Also, stop getting scared whenever I make eye contact, I'm not gonna tear you all apart and feed you all to my fourteen children or anything." "W-WHAT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? YOU HAVE CHILDREN!? AND FOURTEEN OF THEM!?" "Hey! Hey! Calm down, I'm just joking." We all went back to the ship and went back into space, feeling just a little closer to Lirin.

I hope reading this was worthwhile. I'm not that good at writing stories, but I hope you get what I mean. Aliens would be really surprised to hear about different kinds of Humans. Feel free to add in your own Demi-Human type and make a story out of it!

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans in space #demi human #bunny girl

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