#Everyone's gonna make it home and I won't hunt anybody down

[the-dragon-hearted]

This would kill the main act of the Odyssey, but can you imagine for a moment that Ody King of Ithica didn't have his whole: "Here's my name, address, social security number, date of birth -" moment with the Cyclops.

Can you imagine how fucking funny those prayers would've been to Poseidon?

"Dear Father I beg of you, exact my revenge on Nobody."

"Father, please hunt Nobody down for the sake of your son."

"Poseidon, Father, please make sure Nobody never makes it home."

"Dad can you go kill Nobody, please."

And Poseidon's checking his unread messages like: Whaaaat is happening???

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 (ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ)

In which sometimes, you have to choose between what's best for you, and what's the right thing to do.

Tags/Warnings: listen I swear this is the last Alien!Jungkook I swear, someone please stop me, angst, near death situation, mentions of running away/homelessness, it's an idea, please comment or send asks if you want more of this, these meds be kicking mh dreams are so lucid

Length: mid

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You're torn.

While he's clearly the same kind that's currently on the hunt for you to bring you back to your destroyed home planet, he also clearly needs help to survive. He's barely breathing, chest hardly moving as he struggles visibly to hang onto life. His clothes are soaked, his skin is pale, lips turning blue and eyes closed shut.

You don't know how he got in this situation- but somehow, he reminds you of yourself a little. You're clumsy after all- constantly hurting yourself on accident, legs almost always littered in bruises from accidentally hitting tables and other furniture.

Though nowadays, it's more or less from your little illegal adventure to this planet.

Earth is basically dying; with no recourses left and the remaining one's heavily limited and restricted, humans riot more than they live their lifes, and some, like you, try to escape elsewhere in hopes of a different and better future. You've snuck yourself onto a cargo spaceship, and made it to Arion- and while your life is hectic and you don't have a home, it's definitely a lot calmer than back on earth, were people constantly riot and fight over the littlest of things.

You slip a little as you make yourself down the slippery sides of the creek, scratching your thigh harshly, provably drawing blood. But by now, your mind has been made up- you're gonna get him out, call for help- and as soon as you made sure he'd been noticed, you'd just run as fast as you could.

Yeah, that's a good plan.

His eyes barely open as you approach him, head turning to the side to glance at you- but he doesn't say anything, doesn't move otherwise, as if he knows there's no use in it anyways. You're chewing on the inside of your cheek as you think about how to get him out of the cold water- freezing river already biting harshly at your own legs, pants soaking with it instantly- you can't imagine how horrible it must be for him. "sorry.." you apologize in advance, before tugging on his arm, slowly pulling him out of the riverbed and onto the side. He groans in pain for a second, and you apologize under your breath again.

Though you're not sure if he understands.

While the race living on this planet seems to be very aware of human language, it's not the same for everyone. Politicians from this planet speak the human language just fine, and you've read somewhere in a news headline that they apparently are able to speak in a way that makes it understandable to anybody and that language is something they don't really have nor understand, but you're not sure if you understand that correctly.

It's a lot to unpack, and you don't really think of yourself as smart anyways. It's not like you need to either- you don't talk to any of them.

Your plan now would be to call for help and run- but the problem right now, is that pulling him out took away a lot more strength from you than you thought it would. Your legs feel heavy, and the tiredness in your bones makes it almost impossible to get up again. Especially now that it starts raining. Heavily.

You sigh, accepting your fate at this point, before you yell out for help.

You've pulled him out of the riverbed- you won't let your efforts go to waste now, even if he is the same kind that will probably kill you as soon as they find you for illegally living on this planet for months now. But it's fine- you've at least did something good, filled up your karma a bit, so you'll maybe get to heaven if there is one.

"...why?" he croaks out as you interrupt your shouting, looking down at him. His brows are furrowed, sharp pupils focused on you as you shrug, before lights suddenly shine down on you.

"good comes to those who do good." you shrug. "or so my granny said." you mumble more or less to yourself, as the trees bend and sway under the heavy force of the winds the spacecraft produces as it hovers above you both.

"step away from the body.!" the loudspeakers announce harshly, and you chuckle, before slowly getting up on your knees before you stumble backwards. "further!" it barks out from the speakers, and you trip yet again- though it seems like it's enough. "do not move. Any movement will be taken as an act of aggression, and dealt with accordingly." the announcer says, and you just laugh to yourself as you stay on your back while two people are led down with a stretcher, landing close to the man you've pulled out the creek.

They work on him for a bit, before he says something that makes the fully armed first responders, turn their helmets towards you;

But you're unable to know what happens next, as fatigue makes you black out under the heavy rain and deafening aircraft above.

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[livelovelaug-h]

Irreplaceable you pt 1

Sam x reader

Summary- inspired by the movie irreplaceable you. Sickness/cancer and a lot of emotions. Definitely grab a box of tissues.

You: "What if we stayed in bed all day?"

" That sounds like the best day ever. We should stay here all week."

You: "What if we got bored?"

"Us, bored? When have we ever been bored?"

" What if we got hungry? What would we do for food?

Sam: "Well, we could order takeout and have it delivered right there."

"you know dean would come in and make us get up."

Sam laughs "Stop. Stop worrying."

~~~~~~~

Full disclosure:

I didn't have to worry about any of that, because this is where my story ends. So does yours, by the way. So does everyone's.

It's okay. Really.

Most of it I don't miss at all.

One with nature.

Really.

Calm. Peaceful.

But then, there's Sam.

Sam was... is the love of my life.

Sams walking to your grave. You narratoring: " Hi, Sam."

Sam by your grave: "Hi, y/n."

But let's start at the beginning.

~~~~~

Even with being a hunter, you were so excited. You were late for your period, it had been a couple weeks late. Now it felt like you were bloated like maybe a baby bump showing.

"Sam?"

"Hey what's up ?" He answers as you walk into the library.

"I kind of have some good news." Siting down next to him.

"oh yeah what's that ?"

You smile big "well... we need to make a doctors appointment. Because... I think I'm pregnant. I haven't had my period for about two months."

His turn to smile real big "really????" You nod.

"This so great, I'm gonna be a dad.!" He hugs you and kissed your forehead then nose and then lips. "And I'm gonna be a mom."

You set up your doctors appointment for about a week later. You were getting some stomach pains. You got up to throw away your wrapper when:. "ah ouchhh".

'Why does this hurt so much.' you thought.

You were waiting for the doctor to come back and confirm your good news !

There's a big picture of a baby inside of a belly showing the insides and sam says

"that picture makes it look gross and painful."

"that's not helpful!" The doctor comes in:

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

"Um, y/n, I have some difficult news. The blood test shows that you are not pregnant.

Oh. Sam grabs ahold of your hands and squeezes them.

" Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay." It felt like someone just ripped your heart out but you couldn't believe it. Sam started rubbing your arms and hands.

"I guess that's okay. I- I mean, the whole thing was kind of a surprise... Yeah. We probably weren't even ready."

" Right-"

"It-it-it's just.. its weird 'cause, um, I know it's super early but I really feel something there." You say.

"The sonogram shows that you have a mass in your pelvis roughly the size of a tangerine. It can mimic pregnancy."

"A mass?"

"What kind of a mass?" Sam asks. He looked pretty discouraged to.

[Dr. Michaelson] "I don't want you guys to panic, because it couldbe nothing."

There's this moment

when everything changes.

You look back, and there was the moment before.

See that person?

Flashback to a few minutes -

"It's not helpful!"

She's thinking about whether she's hoping for a boy or a girl, and tiny fingers and toes, and then...

[Dr. Michaelson] "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

[you] and now Suddenly...

End of flashback

~~~~~~~~

You and Sam were laying down in bed:

"At least we won't have to pay for college." You say.

"Unless it's a really smart tumor... Too soon?" He says.

You sigh "It's too soon."

"A tangerine is better than an orange." You say.

"Or a grapefruit."

"Right. Or, um... What's bigger than a grapefruit?"

both of you say "A watermelon."

Cas can't heal you because he's human so there is really no other option.

.... At the doctors again .....

Did I say that was the moment?

[Dr. Kessler] "It's two tangerines and a grapefruit."

Correction, this is the moment.

"That's a lot of fruit."

[Dr. Kessler] "Uh, the tests have shown that it is cancer. And I know how hard this must be to hear. It's incredibly rare in someone your age. It's just... It's just terrible luck. Now we can talk aboutoptions whenever you're ready."

"Is there one that doesn't involve dying?" You ask.

[Dr. Kessler] "Uh, I-I've already consulted with a colleague, and after the initialsurgery, there's a clinical trial I'd like to enroll you in"

"You didn't answer my question."

Did he answer my question?

[Dr. Kessler] "We don't like to make predictions. But in addition to your treatment, I want to talk to you about your quality of life. Uh, we can help with pain management and some palliative care. And also some people have found great solace from supportgroups. I know this is a terribleshock, but let's take it one day at a time."

You knew you would go out one day probably hunting, but not like this. Not cancer.

"hello yes I would like to cancel my subscription to you guys."

"oh why is that?"

"I just have cancer now so I figured I wouldn't really be exercising."

"oh that's terrible. Are you sure you want to cancel?"

"yes . ... I am."

~~~~~ later that night ~~~~~~

Sam: "how you feeling?"

"I'm scared."

"It's-It's gonna be okay."

"What if I die?"

"We're gonna fight this, I'll always be there for you"

~~~~

Your laying on the floor because They say after surgery there's gonna be some minor discomfort.

It's Stage IV cancer.

Nothing is minor.

Nothing is comfortable.

Your doctor talking :

"So, let's, um, let's take another look at the proposed model for auto-associative memory and its constituent neural network."

'Or not. Let's not and say we did. Class dismissed.' you think.

you're walking to the other clinic and the guy greets me. "Hey."

"Hi."

"How's it going? I'm Dominic."

"y/n, Nice to meet you."

"I'm gonna be running your treatment suite."

"Treatment suite? "

"Oh, yeah, don't get excited. It doesn't even have four walls. Uh, go ahead and grab a seat right there. For the next time, you're probably gonna want to bring your own pillow in from home. You're also gonna need your cell phone with headphones and grab a magazine. Some of these guys tend to hoard 'em. You're gonna end up reading an old ripped up copy of Duck Enthusiast.

"Oh. It's okay, I don't read Duck Enthusiast. "

"Yeah, well, you will. All right, feet up. " he says.

"Uh, yes, you will feel like shit after this, but it's different for everybody. And no, your hair isn't gonna fall out right away. And besides, it looks like you have plenty of it, so you're doing good. Uh, and if you need snacks, you got to bring them from home."

Great. Just great.

You walk into one of the support groups.

"Hey."

"Come on in. We're just getting started. " the girl says. "Go grab yourself a hook and yarn."

One of the people in the group start saying "have you heard of Catholic yoga? It's a full Latin Mass with vinyasa yoga positions, and I come out... "

"You serious? " someone asks. "yeah!"

"How is Estelle holding up?"

"She's good. There's a new hawk in Central Park. Every morning we go out there and watch the little guy. I hope she keeps up the bird-watching after I'm gone. With whatever new guy she's banging.

[laughs]

"Welcome to group." they all say. "It's the way we roll."

" We have fun. "

"Cool." you say. The end of session finishes up and you start walking away when the guy who was talking about the bird calls to you.:

"The whole point is to mingle. "

"Not feeling up to it. " you say.

"Neither does anybody. That's why we do it. Myron. Multiple myeloma. You've never heard of it? Stay a while. " he says.

"I'm not really a mingler. "

"Not a crocheter either, apparently. "

"Didn't have time for pointless hobbies then, really don't have time for them now, and I'm especially uninterested in discovering that crocheting is a metaphor for healing or whatever."

"What you're feeling is totally normal." Myron says.

"You know, I wish people would stop telling me that totally insane things are normal."

"Have you looked around? "

"But you just accept that? You just accept everything that's going on? You make jokes about your wife having a new boyfriend?"

"I don't accept it, but in the event that I do kick the bucket, I hope she does find a boyfriend. Somebody nice. Less well-endowed to be sure, but nice. "

"Well, I just think I am in a different situation. Sam and I met when we were kids, and then started dating 10 years ago."

"How old is he? "

" Thirty-five."

"Yeah, he's gonna go through a major slut phase."

You laugh.

"I also have Tourette's."

You- "Good to know."

"Yeah. You come back."

"Nice to meet you, Myron."

"Nice to meet you, y/n."

"And thanks for the advice. "

" All right"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Are you gonna go through a slut phase?" You ask Sam.

"What? No. Why would you say that?"

"You're not even thinking about it?"

"That's the absolute furthest thing from my mind right now. It's further than like meeting someone on Tinder." You chuckle.

"Okay, but Tinder can't be that far from your mind because you just said it, which means you had to be thinking about it, which means you're thinking about this too."

"Yeah. I'm busted." Sam says.

"I'm serious. Look at you. The puppy-dog eyes.

"What?"

" This is a disaster. "

Sam: "What are you talking about?"

"You don't know. Because you have no experience. Women are gonna eat you alive."

" I can take care of myself."

"I know But what if you can't? Who's going to get you to go to bed and stop researching? Who's going to make you real food?"

"you don't make me real food."

"Yeah, but I would, hypothetically. "

"Well, our hypothetical food has been in the freezer for like a year." You got up and started near the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Figuring out how to cook a real meal."

"Now?"

"No time like the present."

"How do I cook a chicken?" You say into the phone.

[Siri] Let me think about that.

Okay, I found this on the web for "How do I cook a chicken?"

"It's gonna be amazing."

~~~~~~~~~~

Just 'cause you're dying

doesn't mean your life stops.

Sam has been through so much so maybe if you found him a new girl, he wouldn't think about your passing.

In group support-

"And so, uh, when my numbers came back this time, I just, honestly, I just thought I can't keep fighting."

[Kate] "Jim, you don't have to go there. 'Cause it's all about attitude. "

"Well, let's let Jim have his process."

[Kate] "Oh, absolutely. Yeah. I just think that his process should be more positive. Everyone is entitled to... to be sad."

"Thank you."

"You know what I'm loving these days is meditation. And I... I know it sounds trite, but I just have been feeling so blessed every time I sit there in silence. Maybe you could try that now?

You laugh.

"Or we could laugh."

"That's okay too. "

" Sorry. I'm sorry. Just... Some of these women are so cheesy. "I want to dip you in whipped cream and put my cherry on top." What does that even mean, anatomically speaking?" You ask.

"Using a sundae model as a sexual proposition. It is confusing. I have to s... " Myron says.

"I mean, cherry... cherry's got to be a hymen, right?" You ask.

"Probably a busted hymen." You giggle.

[Kate] "Mm-hmm."

"I... I, um... mine broke on a horse. And me, I was born without one. So... It was my favorite horse, though. " ......

"Okay, uh, that's about it for today. "

~~~~~~~~~~

"Were you sexting just now?" Myron asks while you sitting down looking through tinder.

"Let me have my process." You say.

"Your process is sexting?"

"You're the one who said Sam would go through a slut phase. I thought you were crazy, but then I thought about it more, and he's gonna be a chick magnet. he already is And the worst part is, he's gonna have no idea how to handle it because he's going to be too sad. He hasn't dated to many people in his life. He's gonna be lonely and vulnerable. He already lost his fiance."

"Classic rookie mistake. " Myron states.

"What are you talking about? "

"Thinking you can do something to lessen the loss. There's a word for what you're doing. It's a technical term. You want to know it?"

You: "No, thanks."

"Anticipatory grieving.' Trying to cope with the loss before it happens. So, Meryl over there writes a birthday card to her husband for every year she's gonna be gone, and Jim... makes a video montage of himself as Santa for all the Christmases he's gonna miss with his kids. It doesn't change anything. Look, what do I know? My advice? You're hooking him up, concentrate on a booty. Yours, you know, it's... it's flat."

You laugh "My booty is not flat."

"You have a terrible ass. "

"Fuck you."

"Here, give me that. Oh, you got a match. Sexypants89."

"Okay, let me see that."

~~~~~~~~~~

You started interviewing girls that Sam got a match on from tinder at a coffee shop.

To be continued.

[dkmbookworm]

Who’s on first

This would kill the main act of the Odyssey, but can you imagine for a moment that Ody King of Ithica didn't have his whole: "Here's my name, address, social security number, date of birth -" moment with the Cyclops.

Can you imagine how fucking funny those prayers would've been to Poseidon?

"Dear Father I beg of you, exact my revenge on Nobody."

"Father, please hunt Nobody down for the sake of your son."

"Poseidon, Father, please make sure Nobody never makes it home."

"Dad can you go kill Nobody, please."

And Poseidon's checking his unread messages like: Whaaaat is happening???