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abiiors · 1 year ago

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A FIC ABOUT TAKING CARE OF ROSS OH PLEASEEEE GIVE ME THE HURT/COMFORT AWHILE BACK I REQUESTED ABOUT COMFORTING /HIM/ INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND (and you wrote it and it was amazing) ITS MY FAVORITE TROPE

SORRY FOR YELLING IM JUST EXCITED!

it's quite short but it's sweet <3

you watch ross with a frown on your face. which is not how it usually goes—usually, you watch him absolutely enamoured or with a huge grin on your face. or sometimes, when you’re busy belting out the lyrics and shredding an air-guitar, you don’t even watch him at all. but today, (rather, in the last few days) the frown has been making a more and more frequent appearance.

you know he’s been in pain and you know how much he keeps minimising it with frequent reassurances of “i’m fine,” and “you're worried over nothing.” and sure maybe you are, but you don’t like the way he keeps shaking his hand and scruntching his face in pain after every song. especially now that they’re done with most of the set with only two more songs left.

so you sit backstage, restlessly tapping your foot and waiting for him to come back.

fifteen more minutes, and you hear the tell-tale sounds the cheers and whoops and laughter—matty’s giggle the loudest among them all but ross is laughing along too.

he looks perfectly fine when he comes into view. exactly like he does every day except for the hint of a blue tap peeking out from under his sleeve. well this is new—you didn’t know he had to put it on.

“did you enjoy it love?” he asks, placing a kiss on your head and immediately makes his way to his bag.

you mumble a non-commital yes and watch him dig through it until he finds the familiar pack of ibuprofen and looks around in search of some water.

“ross…” you sigh, holding out a bottle of water which he takes gratefully and swallows down two pills.

he’s oblivious to you watching him—from the way he can’t open the cap of the bottle on the first try to how he constantly flexes and unflexes his hand, almost subconsciously at this point while he jokes around with polly about something.

so when you get a minute with him alone, you pull him aside.

“you’re hiding it from me.” your tone is slightly accusatory which makes him frown in confusion.

“hiding? babe, what…”

“your arm. you’re hiding the fact that it hurts to play!” you poke his arm lightly, just a graze of your finger against his wrist but ross looks away guiltily.

“i am not hiding!” he grumbles but his shoulders slump a little as he gazes at the ground. the guilt in his eyes is evident, but he's not ready to admit it fully just yet. "i just don't want you to worry, that's all. it's no big deal, honestly."

you can't help but roll your eyes at his stubbornness. "ross, you're in pain. you're wincing and fidgeting on stage. it's obvious to me, and i'm sure it's noticeable to the fans too. you’ve got a tape wrapped around it. do you honestly expect me to believe it’s because you’re “not in pain”?”

he lets out another sigh, rubbing his temple as if trying to chase away a growing headache. "i know, love. but i’m handling it, okay? i can’t exactly take a break though, can i?”

that softens you a bit—enough that you step forward and cradle his face between your hands. “i know it’s a lot at the moment… but can you let me take care of you at least? icing it can help, right?”

he nods and you make a mental note to google all the ways to lessen his pain because yes, unfortunately taking a break is not an option.

so till then, it’s ice packs, and tapes and ibuprofen.

“something warm helps too,” he volunteers, cheekily pulling you closer. “a bath when we get back to the hotel?”

you roll your eyes at him again, trying and failing to suppress your smile. “anything else, babe? a sexy nurse costume to go with your treatment?”

“i mean if you’re offering–ow!” he laughs at your attempts to smack his chest.

despite the pain, you’re glad to see him back in high spirits again and finally willing to accept being taken care of. it’s not ideal—the injury, the schedule. anything really. but at least now you can properly devise a plan.

#✉️#♡︎: ross blurbs

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techutones · 25 days ago

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After the breakdown

a self care guide for my fellow tbh creatures

disclaimer!! This is just what I do. Don't feel like you have to do any of these things you don't want to <3

Also, you don't need to be autistic to have a hard day. As long as these things help you, then you are free to do them.

For context + words of advice

When I have a breakdown (like I just did), I scream, and I hit either myself or furniture. Unfortunately, I have dogs, and I scare them along with my mom, so they go into another room while I go through it. It often makes me feel worse that I scare them. However, I can't control my breakdowns, so I understand why they need to leave me alone. If you're like this, please know that you should take care of yourself first. If you don't, this can lead to getting worse and causing these moments to increase, which is what we don't want. We can't get rid of our neurodivergency so we must find different ways to navigate the world and ourselves. (As lonely as that sounds)

Let's get started!!

In general

Right after, I really like pacing. I need to get that extra energy out.

Listen to music. If you haven't already, make a playlist just of your favorite songs. This ranges from Mazzy Star to Korn to Doechii. Whatever makes you feel better.

I go to my room and make a nest. Grabbing all the comfy pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, and making it the perfect safe haven for me.

HEADPHONES. If you have them, NOISE CANCELING HEADPHONES. If you don't have access to headphones, I like wearing beanies because it keeps my head warm, AND it reaches past my ears, so it blocks out noise as well.

For yelling

Water!! For some reason, warm water is my favorite. Cold water is like a death wish for me. idk why.

Or tea. I don't vibe with tea. It's dirt water. HOWEVER, I will drink peppermint tea. (Dirt water with a minty after taste).

Chapstick. After yelling, my lips get dry. I drool a lot.. so... ya know...chapstick. I can't use regular chapstick because they have wheat in them, and I have an allergy to what, so I use Burts Bees chapstick. My favorite is the vanilla. Vanilla smells super yummers.

I like brushing my teeth or using mouthwash when enough time has passed, and the feel/texture isn't as heightened and bothersome to me. Idk why I do this it just makes my mouth feel better (I SWEARRR THIS MAKES SENSE IT'S NOT INSANE 😭😭)

For hitting/bruising

Ice packs. If it is too much, then get a wash cloth or a paper towel and apply it to the painful area.

Pain medication such as Tylenol er Ibuprofen will forever be my best friend. (Ibuprofen gang)

I seem to dent everything I hit. To avoid looking at the dent I made later and feeling bad/guilty about it, I like to cover it. You can cover it with drawings, photos, stickers and doodles (My door is fucked). If it's something like a table then I'll just put a placemat or table mat over it, table cloth.

If you live in a rental property or if you can't just doodle on things. Guess what? Post it note doodles. Tacs and pins to hold the material you doodled on up. I wouldn't recommend using tape because if it's on something for too long, it can just rip the stuff it was sticking too off. So. Yah.

If you are someone who will either hurt yourself or others, a fidget helps me. Or you can stim in a way that isn't harmful. For example, hand flappies are good until you do them too hard, and they start to hurt your wrists. I like to turn on stimboards, and I'll just rock back and forth while repeating a vocal stim to myself.

If you are someone who will hit others and yell at others, I recommend going into another room where you'll be alone and no chance of hurting others.

For the folks around me

Writing a letter to them if you're too scared to face and talk to them directly.

Making them a craft/gift.

Talking with them about what happened. Fair warning, I know parents can suck A LOT. So if they keep putting you down, then you don't need to talk to them or do any of these things. While my mom is understanding, she's also...questionable?? So more than half the time, we just never talk about what happened, and we continue our day.

If you have pets you worried/scared, giving them treats while you sit on their level seems to help. Give ur silly lil beast some rubs/pets when they feel comfortable with you.

If your pet is anxious to approach you afterward, please do not force it. Wait until they come to you. I find sitting on the floor in the same room as them and holding my hand out for them to sniff it helps. Be soft and gentle when petting them. Be slow in your movements.

I have never hit my dogs, and I don't yell at them. Sometimes, I'll be curled up into a ball on the floor, and my youngest dog, River, will carefully walk over and sit next to me and lock my face. This might be overestimating for some, but I find it pulls me out of my episode quicker when I remember how much I love my pups and need to take care of them. Also, it grounds me in the present moment. Obviously, this won't work for some.

For me

When I've calmed down enough, I like to take a shower. You can take a bath if you want but I like showers. I like to put on one of my playlists and listen to music while I shower. I don't have a fancy music shower Bluetooth thingy, so I just put my phone in next to the shower and turn that shit up.

BIG SHIRT. BIG SWEATERS. BIG PANTS. COMFY CLOTHES.

If you have them, candles. Candles can be overpowering in smell so you can open your door to let the intensity of the smell out. You can also just spritz your safe space with some perfume. Not a lot.

Meditation!! Doesn't have to be long, just five minutes.

Affirmations!! Here's some I repeat to myself; I am safe. I am focused on the present moment. I am focused on myself. I am safe where I am. I forgive myself. I am my own temple.

Watching video essays!! You can either put all your attention onto watching it or just have it in the background. Another thing I found is when I turn the TV on, and all of a sudden, I'm in meltdown mode, hearing the person's voice is grounding and returns me to the present moment. It makes me feel less alone.

After something as exaughsting as a breakdown, I need time to zone out and recollect my thoughts. So take it easy <3

Feeling something. I have had a blanket since I was like 3 or 4?? And while the original has been lost, I have more. I like to feel the fabric through my fingers gently, I LOVE PUTTING IT ON MY HEAD LIKE A HEAD BAND. I don't know why. It works though. Wearing it as a scarf, it all works for me.

If you think that the things that calm you down are childish or if you were told that. Don't listen to them. It works for you, and it calms you down. If they have a problem with your coping mechanisms, then you get to make fun of their insane collection of trophies they won in elementary and middle school. Or anything else they have an emotional attachment to from childhood.

Nap. Nap good. Blanket soft.

If you're like me, it's hard to get yourself to eat or drink after something like this. If this is the case, don't force yourself, but know that you gotta eat something. So I reach for things like protein shakes or granola bars....dare I say....Mac n cheese... SOUP.

Do something related to your special interest or current hyperfixation. I like to draw, so I'll doodle. I don't like vent doodling because I find it makes me sadder, so I draw something related to my favorite characters er something like that.

I read so much fanfic to calm down 🧍‍♂️

Add to my Pinterest boards

If needed, I have pinterest boards for things that make me happy when I look at them

happy quotes n stuff

comfy stuff

CRAFTS !!

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sugarpopss · 3 years ago

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Her dear, how about “Yes, but stop laughing at me.” for the response thingy? <3

Thank you for helping me procratinate!! I haven't been in the writing vibe for a while so it's nice to get back into it.

"Do you feel better now?"

Gareth groans, props his elbows on the table and leans onto them, pouting. You huff a laugh and reach out to work your fingers through his pretty-albeit a little sweaty-curls.

The hideout is nearly empty, as it usually is on Tuesday nights. Or really Wednesday mornings, seeing as the one clock in the esteemed establishment stuck midnight almost thirty minutes ago.

Despite the lack of a crowd earlier in the night, Gareth had gone at the performance as enthusiastically as ever. He was gorgeous when he played, hair bouncing, necklace thudding against his collarbones, flushed and grinning.

Maybe even a little too enthusiastic.

Because during Corroded Coffin's last song, your gorgeous, lovely boy smacked himself spot on his right cheekbone with his drumstick.

To be fair, he finished the song like a champ.

To be entirely fair, he also walked off the stage visibly holding back tears.

You knew as soon as you saw his slowly swelling, purpling cheek what you needed to do. So you took Gareth-who was assuring that he was fine through small sobs-by the hands and led him to a table, then went on a hunt for the owner of this shithole bar to ask if they had any ice packs hanging around. You got a frozen water bottle. Beggars can't chosers.

You had sat next to Gareth at the table with the suspicously sticky top and pressed the bottle to his hurt cheek, kept your hand there until he took it himself.

"It's okay if you need to cry a little bit, babe. It looked like it hurt."

He switches his hands on the water bottle and sniffles.

"No, no I'm good. I've got it."

You laugh softly. Stubborn as a mule, or maybe just a Leo.

"You never answered me; do you feel better?" You hope the bottle is helping. It's really all you can do, aside from offering him an Ibuprofen and a kiss.

He drops his head onto your shoulder, good side down.

"Yes, but stop laughing at me."

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things #st s4 #stranger things season four #gareth x reader #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x y/n #i read one article about drummers hitting themselves in the face with drumsticks and went ooo hehehe #tbh idk if i think hes a leo #but i think he has a leo somewhere. maybe his moon i like that

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albino-whumpee · 4 years ago

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An idea came to mind so here. Just gonna say I made a playlist for Albus and Sann on spotify. Here. You can go listen to it here.

Taglist! Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading and sticking by for so long! :D

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CW// child abuse and domestic violence, children going missing, child neglect, starvation, and useless child services.

“…ller…Mu…”

Someone was calling for him. But there was a ringing on his ears and his head hurt. The cap on his head with the chipped borders, protected him from the annoying white light of the school´s infirmary. He had been sent there during E.P. After he had refused to continue doing sit-ups because of the pain. In the distance, he heard a sigh.

“Serra”

“Don´t call me that” the boy´s lips moved instantly.

The guy with the white lab coat let out a sigh.

“Sorry, Muller. But I can´t do anything if you don´t show me what´s wrong” the boy exhaled, trying to dissimulate how much it pained him to do even that.

“Can´t you feel it above the clothes or something?” the boy tried to negotiate. The shame swallowing whole. The man gave him an exasperated frown as reply. Muller sighed, wetting his lips before putting his hands on the dirty gym shirt. The last tower standing between him and the reality the doctor shouldn´t see. Shouldn´t know. “Please?”

“Muller…” that tone was the signal to drop it. So he braced and lifted it up to the man, straying his eyes to a corner. The man´s eyes turned into brown plates, mouth hanging disgusted at the way his bones looked like they were trying to pop out the thin layer of bruised skin.

“Oh my god…” he exhaled just before he saw the shirt fall. The man opened his mouth a few times. Like a fish trying to breath out of the water. Gasping for just a bit of precious oxygen. But he was just a man who rubbed the side of his head and leaned on to him with those eyes full of pity he didn´t want. “I know you´re no fighter, Muller. You´re the quiet kid with regular notes. Can you tell me where did you really get those?”

He stayed quiet. Locking his jaw as he breathed in.

If he said the truth it would be worse. It would hurt and not only for him. It would be bad and even worse for Annie. Who was in class. Surely talking with her friends and bragging about the cake he had bought for her birthday. Smiling despite the bandages on her wrist.

He had tried before. To tell someone with authority about his father. He had been hopeful. They had patched him up and let him bath and eat a normal meal. But what happened then was that he was sat in a cold room with a chair in the middle. Talked with a woman that simply took notes, before giving him back to the man they had told him he wouldn´t see again. Just to go straight back home and resume what had made him call child services in the first place.

“I got into a fight” He said.

“Tell me the truth”

“I got into a fight”

“We both know-”

“It won´t change anything if I say the truth or not” Muller said with red eyes lit up in rage.

“Serra…”

“Don´t call me that. I got into a fight and lost. That´s the truth” The ringing on his ears went up. “Just…Just do your damn job and give me something for the pain, doc” the boy said scrunching his eyes, passing a hand over them roughly, in hopes it would end the headache. His dad had grabbed the broom on his hands while he cleaned the living room´s floor of the carpet of beer cans. Said the sound woke him up. So he shoved him to the floor and let it rain down until it broke. Then he had lost interest and gone back to sleep. That´s when he could scramble outside. Forgetting his backpack on the way.

The doctor let out a long, long breath that just made Muller grit his teeth. He finally rolled down to a cabinet. Unlocked it and let his fingers navigate the few pill cases there were. Nothing strong. Nothing that would stop the fear and the pain forever. Just a pill of ibuprofen.

Muller wasn´t amused in the slightest, but it would help. That and a bit of ice on his eye. The doctor put a bag of it on his lap. Taking off the cap, he let his head hang. Letting the cool sensation of the ice wash the pain away.

“Lay down and don´t take the pill just yet, ok? Do you like sandwiches, Muller?” He asked digging on his backpack next to the desk. Taking out his wallet.The boy snapped his healthy eye open going red of embarrassment. Of course, you need to eat something before taking pills and that had happened yesterday afternoon. Around seventeen hours ago.

It vaguely reminded him of Don, the doctor’s clinic where appointments were profusely refused to be paid and the man even gave them his own children’s old clothes. The boy had tried to keep the smell when he did laundry, but it inevitably started to smell like his father at some point.

“Y-yes, Thank you…” he muttered before the man turned to the door. Or tried to, before the albino grabbed his wrist. “Doc, please, don´t tell anybody about this” the man gave him a pained look as the ice bag slipped off his face. “I…Albinos bruise easily…it was just a fight I lost. Please…” Muller hoped it was enough. He was aware he was known among his classmates as a troublemaker. Coming with bruises and scratches almost every day kept people at an arm length. He would use that. He could use it and keep people away from the truth. That he didn´t search for trouble because going back home was enough.

Just so she wouldn´t need to do the same.

The man slowly put away the boy´s hand. “It´s absolutely impossible to call someone, Muller? Child services?” he knelt next to him. Taking the ice pack that had slid to his lap and putting it against his swollen eye. “You don´t have anyone you could stay with? Just for a while?”

The boy´s face went dark. Even as it formed an ironic smile.

“Why would I be here if I had a place like that, Doc?”

—-

When he went back to class, patched up and cradling his ribs, changed into his normal wear from the secret backpack on his locker, to enter art class. He saw a few people muttering something when he came inside the classroom before pulling his cap down. Looking at his red sneakers as he navigated to his seat at the front. Then tried to blink into focus the words on the board.

“Free assignment. High contrast. Acrylics. Due next Wednesday. Be sure to return the materials clean and dry. Be creative!”

Muller sighed slowly. They weren’t sure if they really had a teacher or if they were being given classes by a ghost, as they would have the instructions written on the board and had to leave them on the desk that day or the date written. Receiving their scores through email he had to check on the library.

It was odd, but it was also easier to not be disrupted on the only place he could take his cheap mp3, put the earphones to silence the room and just paint. His moment of full relaxation of the week.

After putting the earphones, he had no idea what to paint, however. He stared at it with a pencil on his hand for a long time, drumming it into his jeans, until an idea came to his head, making him smile. He rolled up the sleeves of his oversized sweater and dipped into sketching light lines over the smooth surface. Halfway through an upbeat song, he felt eyes on him. Brown eyes staring into the purple of his forearm. Not shiny from the cream the doctor had rubbed on it to numb out the pain anymore.

Muller rolled back down the sleeve, pulling his eyes away, before he stood up to grab the paint tubes in the other side of the room. A few girls scooting away as they spotted him. Always looking down, averting his sight from other’s curious eyes.

Two hours of work later, the black paint had reigned over the canvas. He had had to squint harder to get the tiniest little details of it right. Using negative space to frame the silhouette of fruit plate, a candlestick with hanging jewels and a chalice. Leaving them completely white.

A blank space in the immense blackness.

Happy with the result and having played the list four times, he accidentally put the brush with black paint over his cheek. Rubbing it away just smudging it. Letting out a groan, he noticed nobody was there anymore. Had left their half assed paintings on the desk or simply left.

He began to pick up the dirty brushes left from his classmates and went to the sink to clean them thoroughly like always. He didn’t need thanks, but it would be easier if they didn’t try to put out the desperation of the exam periods on the poor brush by smashing them open. There always was one that couldn’t be saved. He was about to throw it out, right when he saw the bruise on his forearms. Going darker in long stripes.

He pressed his lips together as he dipped the brush into the white paint and stroked his arm with it. The cool sensation of the sticky material covering his bruised skin, almost melting into his natural color made him do the same to his other arm.

When he finished it was almost as if he hadn’t fled his house after being hit with a broom that morning. It had been so easy to cover them as it was easy to wipe it off in a rush for the next class. Half finishing up and putting the painting on the desk. Trying to run as fast as he could, when he heard someone coming closer.

The woman saw him scramble outside the classroom as she went in through the other door. She just came in to take the paintings to her car to evaluate, but that time she found herself absorbed on the painting. Taking it into her hands, shocked. Noticing to a smile the same little “A. M.” Painted on the far corner, always there on her favorites of the class. She turned to the door, light brown wavy hair jumping swiftly at the motion.

She put the painting on top of the others as she marched back to the parking spot her old Tsuru was on. She would make sure to arrive early next time and offer him that little place on the students exhibition.

She did wake up early, to most of her disgrace and her co worker’s surprise. She did arrive to class with the announcement of the school’s artistic exhibition, spooking her students and earning groans, but she didn’t see a kid with a white ponytail in oversized clothes. Not the next week, or the one after that.

His painting hanged on large boards among other student’s works, regardless. But he never came back to see it

#you came back a stranger #wru #oc #original fiction #hurt comfort #angst #emotional whump #whump #my writing #writing #whumpblr #albus #annie #tw domestic abuse #tw child neglect #tw starvation #tw child services #tw bruises #trauma response

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muilkyu · 5 years ago

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𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱

🐷 Hyunsuk

"Should there be that much blood? You're not dying right," the face would actually be kinda cute if he didn't look so disturbed, but you reply anyways.

"Yes and it's the normal amount now will you please just bring me a towel?"

"You know what you seem like you have it all figured out I'll let you do what you have to do and then you just call me when you want cuddles," Hyunsuk is already speed walking out of the room before you have the chance to reply.

God he's an idiot you think.

He loves you but periods just make him to nervous

He will give you all the cuddles in the world

He will NOT buy you pads or tampons no matter how much you ask

He is terrible at dealing with the mood shifts

�� Jihoon

"Babe what size do you need?" Jihoon questions over the phone.

"I need Regular and the brand doesn't matter," you respond.

"Are you sure the brand can also be important. I don't want you to feel any discomfort love."

You coo at your boyfriend and reassure him that as long as he picks regular you are fine.

100% would make a midnight run for you

He has a heating pad ready as soon as you mention your period

Buys you chocolate and snacks when you ask

Has ibuprofen or Tylenol for you when the cramps get to much

He says it hurts to see you in pain and wishes he could take all the pain away

🐯 Yoshi

"Do you want a hug or maybe a massage or I don't know...do you want me to leave?" Yoshi questions pacing around the carpet in your room.

"No but can you please stop moving your’re giving me a headache," you say holding you head.

"Okay so I should stay?" He questions sitting down on the bed next to you.

You hum and he pulls you close, tucking your head into his neck while rubbing your head.

Confused yet really wants to help

He isn't sure if he should leave or stay while you have mood swings

Claimed he would be able to help you through your period because of his sister, but he was actually clueless

He instead just cuddles you through all your cramps and headaches

🐨 Junkyu

"Can we get ice cream on the way back," you whine pointing to a nearby Baskin Robbins.

Junkyu pauses and thinks for a moment, "I don't think we have time if we want to make it to the movie."

This doesn't sit well with you and the whiny face turns to one of sadness. You pout and slowly nod, "Okay. To the movies it is then."

Noticing your sudden shift in mood your boyfriend laughs in an attempt to lighten the mood, "Okay, we do have a few minutes to spare."

Doesn't want to but with a little push will do anything for you

He doesn't know much but is willing to learn

Doesn't want to make you upset so he just complies

He isn't a big cuddler but when your on the verge of tears from a strong cramp he turns to butter

🐹 Mashiho

"No, don't cry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Mashi says crouching down to be the same height with the couch.

You hold on the side of your stomach which he accidentally hit while trying to show you a new flip he learned.

"I didn't hit you in the stomach, why are you crying," he whines, voice becoming a little bit high pitched and it's cute.

"I get sore everywhere you fool,"

He looks a bit astonished at the new information, "Really?"

You look at him with a small glare but let up when you can still see the curiosity and remorse in his eyes, "Yes and now I need a pain reliever and a glass of water."

"I'm on it,"

He treats you like a piece of glass

All the information he knows about periods are from dramas and tv so he is really interested in learning

He doesn't want to make you cry or sad so he try to be the perfect boyfriend

When your having a bad cramp he talks in his cute voice and you smile (he considers this an victory)

🦁 Jaehyuk

"Say ahh," Jaehyuk says holding out the spoon ready to feed you a bite of bulgogi.

"You know I can feed myself right," You question back.

He pouts," I am aware, but you're already going through so much. Let me take care of you."

He looks so determined to help out so you end up letting him feed you through the rest of dinner. Even though you got a few stares from the other dinners around you.

"Let me take care you" he takes it to a new level

Anything that he can do for you he does

He makes sure your alarm is set and you're up in the morning

Makes sure you have extra tampons or pads in your purse

He also cares around a pill or two of ibuprofen

He made sure to do his research on periods to make the experience better for you

🤖 Asahi

"We should do something today," your boyfriend suggests.

You glance up from your phone, eyebrow already raised, "You want to go out."

"Sure why not. The sun is about to set and I know you want to go take pictures," Asahi replies. You smile already getting on a pair of slippers.

"To the roof we go!" You shout.

"The sky is so pretty look at that cloud," You exclaim, spinning around pointing at the pink and blue sky.

Ashai smiles at you. It's the first time this week he's seen you happy all week.

It's just a normal week for Asahi and you

Your cramps aren't as bad this week but Asahi despite being nervous takes care of you

He does little things that make your life easier. Such as making food for you, washing the dishes, and bringing you a glass of water without you even asking

🦊 Yedam

"We should go to the park today," Yedam says over the phone. He can hear him shuffling with papers in the background, probably some lyrics or homework.

"I can't today. My period decided to attack me this morning. Maybe next weekend." You say.

"Ahh, well we could just stay in then." He suggested.

"No, I'll be fine, enjoy your free weekend and we can plan next weekend."

"Nope, I'm coming over and we are gonna eat Ramen and I'll sing you a song to sleep." He says.

"Okay, let's have a sleepover then."

Drops everything he is doing to be by your side

Sings you to sleep even over the phone if he has to

Sleepovers are a must for your relationship

You both love spending time together and when your cycle starts Yedam just holds you all night

He won't ask you about any of the details of your period but if he has to he'll will make you tea for your cramps

🐰 Doyoung

"Can we make a special stop?" You ask.

Doyoung looks at you confused, "For what?"

"I need to stop and get something you just wait here and I'll be right back."

Doyoung still looks puzzled but then it clicked, "Ah, you mean feminine stuff."

A shy smile makes its way onto your face, but you nod anyways.

"It's okay we can go together." He says, already making his way to the isle.

Is comfortable with periods to an extent

Knows what to do when you have cramps or are out of pads

May have asked his mom for advice but won't admit it

Cooks for you when your hungry

Is just the perfect boyfriend when your not feeling the best

🐏 Haruto

"It hurts. You don't understand it's painful," You groan holding your stomach.

"It can't be that painful come on."

"You know I love you but you're really clueless."

He sits down next to you, head in his hands," Okay, I know nothing about this at all. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better."

"Can you just hold me?" You ask.

"Of course. Anything to make you feel better." Haruto smiles.

"And order me pizza."

"Don't push it."

Doesn't really understand periods

He is willing to learn although he doesn't know anything

Decides to just be a good boyfriend and do whatever you ask

🐺 Jeongwoo

"Okay, I got you a chocolate chip cookie, popcorn, jelly, and orange juice and apple juice because I didn't know which one you would like. Oh and I also picked out a salad because all this sugar isn't good for you." Jeongwoo says placing all the food he picked up from the convenience store on the corner.

Chuckling you reach for the apple juice, "I didn't need all this food. All I asked for was a pack of gum."

"Yes, I know but what if you get hungry then you have more options."

"Awee, that's so cute," You coo standing up to give him a hug, "Thank you for thinking of me." Before you can give him a proper hug through he moves away.

"Sorry I love you but what if you bleed on me or something."

"Omg, really? Please tell me how I could bleed on you from giving you a hug," he opens his mouth about to respond but you put your hand up silencing him, "Don't answer that just make me my popcorn please."

Trying to be there for you

The overall fear takes over him though

Makes up any excuse to not touch you he's too afraid to make something worse

May have googled 'how to help your girlfriend through a period'

the advice didn't help

🐮 Junghwan

"Eww, no please just pick it up," Junghwan cringes pushing the pad away from him with the end of his pencil.

You laugh picking it up, "It's just a pad it won't kill you."

"How do you know that?! Anything could magically grow legs," he debates.

"I can't believe we are having this conversation right now," you say pushing the pad back into your book-bag.

You don't even get to talk about periods with Junghwan

He avoids the topic at all costs

The sight of a pad makes him feel weird

But when your having a bad cramp or just in a bad mood he will bring you a bag of jelly's or sweet bread (it makes you smile)

I hope you enjoyed!

Requested by: @kataaa2005

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lindsayrises · 4 years ago

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Truthfully, last night wasn’t all that great.

But it’s okay.

If I’m honest, last night kind of sucked. Yes, it was so nice being in a beautiful hotel suite I’ve always wanted to stay at on my own. Yes, it was so nice doing something different and fun on a night I was dreading. But...

Yesterday morning I woke up at 3:00. I have been getting crap sleep lately, so I just got up. I did OrangeTheory at home, updated my budget/balanced my account, did a short yoga video on YouTube....just sort of regular morning stuff I like to do.

I cleaned my house, took a shower, ran to Target and a cupcake shop. In Target’s parking lot, I slipped on some ice. I didn’t fall, but twisted in such a way that my back was hurting.

I packed for the hotel. I knew I was overpacking, but I wanted to do so much! Read! Journal! Reflect! Think of the upcoming new year! Drink wine! Eat some snacks!

I was feeling so tired, but I didn’t have time to take a nap. I ended up being able to check in early (1:30 vs. 4:00), so I picked up some food from one of my favorite Mexican restaurants (I had a thing for a free meal and it was going to expire) and headed to the hotel.

I felt so happy being there - checking in, unloading and unpacking my stuff. I don’t know what it is with me and hotels. It just feels like a special treat (unless the hotel ends up being crappy...but you know what I mean).

I should have taken a nap right when I got there. I told myself, “You didn’t come here to sleep. Power through.”

I had therapy (on Zoom) at 4:00. It was not a great session. Really made me question some things (that might be another post).

I laid down to take a 30 minute nap. My back was killing me and now I had a horrible headache. I don’t think I slept much (if at all). I made myself get up. I watched Wheel of Fortune at 6:30 because, well, that’s what I do Monday-Saturday at 6:30 :)

Then I Zoomed with a friend. I had taken ibuprofen, but my headache was still there. My back hurt every time I moved.

I just laid back down and was in and out of sleep for a long time. I was never deeply sleeping. If my phone dinged with a notification I woke up. I texted some friends and would set my alarm for an hour from whenever because, like I said, I didn’t come here to sleep. No, it was not my intent to not sleep at all, but I didn’t plan on just sleeping the whole time. I fell asleep with the lights on and i was too tired to get up and turn them off.

I did watch the ball drop on TV at 11:00 central time (midnight eastern time). And I did wake up a few minutes before midnight. I heard people outside celebrating. For some reason hearing their cheers (including a “USA, USA” chant and a “GO BIG RED” (<- for our Huskers) chant made me happy and brought a smile to my face.

I slept a little deeper for a few hours. At 4:00 or 4:30 I woke up and my headache was gone. My back was still sore, but wasn’t hurting as badly as it was before.

I decided to get up, shower, and do some journaling.

I listened to some of my favorite songs while I was getting ready. I decided to pack up so I wouldn’t have to do it later and be rushed at check-out time. I was feeling so much better this morning.

Honestly, this morning was the best part of the stay. I felt better. I was (somewhat) rested. I started working on my 2021 Self-Care Planner (by BlessingManifesting). I skipped most of the 2020 reflection pages because I had already done that work.

It was so powerful, though. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was because I was finally getting to something I wanted to do on this “staycation”/mini retreat. Maybe it was because I needed time to think about 2021 more than I thought I needed to. Maybe it was because I felt better. Honestly, it was probably a combination of these things.

I did a little reading this morning, too, but mainly worked on the self-care planner (for a long time). I ended up checking out about 40 minutes early. I missed Ramsey (crazy, I know), and just wanted to go home and sleep. I was afraid that if I laid down in the hotel bed I would oversleep and be late for check-out. Plus, I knew I needed more than 40 minutes of sleep.

I got home, unpacked, turned my phone off, and after a while finally fell asleep for about 2ish hours. Sidenote: I’ve been turning my phone off for a little bit each day or so and for some reason I’ve really enjoyed that.

So, long story short: Last night was not great. This morning was everything I wanted and needed it to be. I’m planning on doing this hotel thing again around my birthday in February. And beyond that maybe once every 3-4 months? I don’t know, we’ll see.

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skzsauce01 · 5 years ago

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42nd Moon Pt 6

Description: By some stroke of luck, you get off the waitlist of your biology class. You’d never have guessed you’d find your soulmate there, let alone that he already has a girlfriend... Or that he comes from a fraternity of werewolves.

Warning: mentions of death/killing

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: werewolf!Jisung x fem!reader, werewolf!Hyunjin x fem!reader

Chapter List

“According to their decision, Song Jiyoung and Hwang Hyunjin will be delivering their baby as expected. Miss L/N Y/N will be compensated for her loss accordingly.” The representative from the werewolf council closes his briefcase and sweeps out of the room.

Jisung’s chair cracks under his grip as he watches you cast down your gaze and bite your lip. Jiyoung engulfs Hyunjin in a hug while the other werewolves come up to you to offer reassuring words.

When they have all left, Jisung finally approaches you.

“Hi, Ji--”

He cuts you off with a tight hug. “I can’t believe it. The council, they don’t even see soulmates as humans, do they? ‘The sole purpose of a soulmate is to reproduce with her wolf.’ What is that nonsense? You could be a doctor! An astronaut! A-- a-- a--.”

“Jisung, I’ll be okay. I mean, there’s still hope that their child is human, right?”

Jisung pulls back from you. “Sorry. I’m supposed to be comforting you and here you are, comforting me instead.”

You rub his head right where he likes it. He stays silent for a few moments. He picks up your other hand and traces his thumb over the mark Hyunjin has on you.

“Are you scared?” he asks.

“I’m just… waiting.”

Jisung reaches for a pen behind you and starts putting ink over the design on your arm. “If worse comes to worse, what are you going to do?”

“Nothing, I guess. A lot of young people have to go before they grow old. Like those with cancer, for example, except I’m lucky enough to not have to spend my last days in a hospital.”

Silence.

“Are you angry? At Hyunjin? At the whole system? At me?”

“Why would I be angry at you?”

He stays silent and lets his pen fall to his side. You look at your wrist to find another shape on it. It still looks like it fits in one of the werewolves’ patterns, but none which you can remember. Jisung looks upon it wistfully.

“Jisung, you can’t blame yourself for this,” you say when he doesn’t reply.

“How can I not?” he opposes softly. “I could have even stopped Hyunjin. Maybe got him to break up with her or something once we realized he’s found his soulmate, but no! If anything, I encouraged them because I was too selfishly trying to--” His eyes flicker to the design he gave you.

“Jisung?”

“I just wanted to be loved,” he says inaudibly. He lifts his eyes back up, though they stop before they reach your eyes.

“I…” He leans forward with glistening eyes. “... can’t take it anymore.”

He grabs your wrist with the pattern he drew and flushes it against the surface behind you with one hand. The other he snakes behind you. He parts his lips slightly, as short, uneasy breaths escape between them and--

“Jisung!” someone calls from down the hall. You can hear footsteps approaching.

Jisung shifts his body to the side and pulls you into a hug instead.

“I can’t lose another one,” he whispers, tightening his hold on the ink on your wrist.

That night, as Jisung is stepping out of the house, a voice stops him.

“Would you actually do it?”

“Do what, Hyunjin?” Jisung sighs flatly into the shadows.

“Kill the child-- my child-- for her,” Hyunjin answers as he steps into view. “I just want to know. That’s understandable, right?”

Jisung clenches his fists and grits his teeth.

“You’re considering it!” scoffs Hyunjin. “I can’t believe it! You’d kill your best friend’s child for some random girl from bio.”

“And I can’t believe you’re killing your soulmate just to mess around with your girlfriend! Have you thought about this like that, Hyunjin?”

“I am not killing anyone. That’s what Jiyoung said. Besides, there’s still a good chance the child’s human.”

“And if it’s not?” Jisung challenges. “What are you going to do then?”

“Well I-- I--”

Jisung pushes past his brother.

“And are you any better?!”

Jisung freezes in his step.

“What are you going to do once my child’s dead?” Hyunjin continues upon seeing the effects his words have. “What are you going to do with Y/N? Date her? Marry her?” Hyunjin walks up to the shorter male. In a lower voice, he presses on.

“Everyone knows why that’s why you’re so worked up about this. If the child is a wolf, you’d disobey Chan and the law just to try to have what you can’t.”

Hyunjin slowly creeps Jisung’s sleeve up his arm, revealing monochrome skin. Jisung snatches his hand away with a snarl. Hyunjin steps back and looks the other wolf dead in the eye.

“Look,” Hyunjin states. “I’m not saying that what I did was right or that I don’t regret anything. I’m just saying that you don’t have the moral high ground, so stop being such a hypocrite. The cards have been dealt. All we can do now is play with them.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re the dealer and your girlfriend has a straight flush.”

There is a pause. “I suppose you’re right, but if you try anything, you best watch out.”

The night is dark when Hyunjin and Jiyoung welcome their new addition to the family. Not a sliver of moon can be seen.

You and the wolves gather into the room as the midwife exits.

“Look. Isn’t she beautiful?” Jiyoung breaths.

“Yeah,” you say with a mustered smile. The rest of the wolves shift on their feet.

“May I?” Chan asks.

Hyunjin transfers the baby into his leader’s arms. Carefully, Chan inspects the child. After an excruciatingly long minute, he returns her to her mother and turns to his pack.

Everyone in the room leans a little towards him in anticipation.

“No sign just yet,” he announces.

A mixed murmur fills the room. Jisung gives your shoulder a squeeze and you a weak smile. You return one of your own.

“Only forty-one months and twenty nine days to keep checking, right?” someone says.

The rest of the room scolds him for the tasteless joke, but you can’t help but bite your lip in agreement.

“What’s out the window?” Jisung leans over to see what you’re staring at.

“Nothing,” you sigh, bringing your attention back to your research report. “I mean, literally nothing.”

The sky is pitch black again, indicating the start of yet another month.

“It’s been half a year already,” Jisung adds.

“Yeah… Hey, do you remember what Professor Kim said about the--”

Your eyes widen as a sudden pain shoots up your arm. You fall off your chair, clutching your wrist. Jisung is by your side within the second.

Outside your room is its own pandamonia.

“WHAT IS THIS?” shrieks a female voice. “HYUNJIN, WHAT IS THIS?”

“Jiyoung, please.” It’s Chan.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME IT’D LOOK LIKE THIS! WHAT IS THIS MONSTER?”

The baby starts wailing from all the commotion. You yourself give a hollow gasp and grasp at your soulmark even tighter.

“It’s okay; it’s okay; it’s okay,” Jisung assures you even though things are anything but okay. He has already realized what this means even without the fuss outside. “Is there anything that could help? Ice? Ibuprofen?”

You shake your head, sinking deeper into the floor.

“Well this monster,” someone outside snaps, “is what we are.”

“I don’t want any part of it!” cries Jiyoung. “Hyunjin, give me back my sweet baby girl!”

“Jiyoung, she’ll return to human form in a while. When she grows up, she’ll learn to control the changes,” Chan tries.

“No! She shouldn’t be able to do that at all! This… this is all your fault!” She points accusingly at her boyfriend.

“Sweetcakes, please--”

“Don’t ‘Sweetcakes’ me,” she snarls. “And this… doesn’t this mean that girl’s gonna die?” Jiyoung’s eyes widen. “You did this to me! You made me a murderer I--I have nothing to do with this, okay? I was tricked. I was given false hope. I--I… This is all his fault, okay?!!”

There are hurried footsteps and the slamming of the door. The baby’s crying intensifies and so does your pain. You can’t help but let out a scream through gritted teeth, which sends an arrow through Jisung’s heart. He gathers you into his arms, stroking your back, pressing you to his chest which you try to muffle your cries with.

“Seungmin, Felix, try to talk to Jiyoung. Changbin, help Jisung with Y/N. Minho, Jeongin, the baby. I’ll talk to Hyunjin,” Chan orders.

In the room, you’re pathetically clinging onto Jisung’s shirt, too tired to further attend to the pain.

“Make it stop,” you whimper. “Please…”

Jisung goes silent for a moment before asking calmly, “Are you sure you want me to?”

One last tear rolls down your cheek before the pain takes over your consciousness. You didn’t need to answer; he can already see it in your eyes.

Jisung brings his knees up to hold you to his chest. With you unconscious, he lets his own tears fall freely. In thirty-four months, this exact scene will repeat itself. Except that time, you won’t be waking up again.

~ ad.gold

#han jisung #hyunjin #werewolf #stray kids #skz #werewolf!jisung #werewolf!hyunjin #42nd moon #04212020

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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 4 years ago

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Secret Baby ch 18

“You got plans for tonight?” Rumi tilts her head at him while on patrol. She always makes sure their patrols sync up at least once a week. He’s only ever teased her about it being her omega instincts acting up and forcing her to check up on him once, and only once.

“I've got the usual reports from the day to finish. Then plan on working out and going home.” he shrugs and does another quick sweep of the area, snagging a stick of yakitori for him and a roasted carrot stick for her at the same time as stopping a kid from walking into traffic.

“You're coming out tonight with me then. It’s been forever and you can fake your reports for a single night.'' She signs an autograph for a little girl that comes running up to her much to her mother's distress. The girl is young and excited, Miroku is one of the only Omega pro-heroes afterall and the only one in the top 5. Rumi spends a couple minutes showing off her biceps and letting the child dangle from them before signing the kids backpack and taking a selfie with her.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Rumi.” His wings flutter a little again, giving away his nerves. He's gotten better at not allowing them to show every emotion he has but there’s still small signs. Mostly only noticeable to those who have known him for years.He’s not sure he’s ready to go out clubbing again. Sure he’s been going on dates but it's not the same as risking it getting back to the hero commision. Probably not worth another almost scandal or having to scramble to come up with a lie for why so much money was suddenly gone from his bank account.

“You haven't been out since Touya right? How long has it been now anyways.” she questions him quietly once her fans have left the others have left. She wraps an arm around his shoulders, sharing her scent and snagging a selfie of them. Her scent is soothing and has always been, she’s his closest friend and if he belonged to a pack it would be hers.

“Um it's been a little over a year? Our kid would have been 9months old by now i think. If they had been born on time?” His wings start to droop but a fan spots him and starts belining for him so he forces them up and wide. He puts on his show of smiling and joking around with the fan while he signs a piece of scrap paper. The guys snags him and gives him a large hug before he can protest, startling him and crushing his wings to his back before he thanks him and runs off. “Okay, yeah maybe i need a drink and a night out to get over this. What time and what club, I’m willing to hit up any of them except our old haunt,”

“I’m not that cruel Hawks. The point is to get you a new man, not to go back to where you found Touya and see if he stuck around there.” she pats him on the back before taking off, having spotted a would be robber trying to make trouble. After patrol he goes home and showers quickly before changing into jeans and a normal muscle tank with his aviator jacket thrown on top. He’s high enough up in the rankings now that he’s recognizable no matter what he wears. And truthfully he’s never seen the point of getting dressed up in expensive clothes to go out, Doesn't get the point in showing off a designer wardrobe he hardly has time to wear when he looks the same in those as he does in much comfier outfits.

Rumi sends him the address of a bar soon after he’s finished along with a picture of what she’s wearing as a dress code guide. She knows better, knows he’s a disaster of an alpha and just wears whatever is most comfortable. It's a good thing she seems to have picked a casual club if the image of her in a cropped t-shirt and shorts is anything to go by. She always goes for a dress with a large thigh slit if its a fancier place or a leather jacket if it's more punk. Hawks almost always wears the same thing unless Rumi comes over and digs through his closet to throw an outfit in his face. He snaps a selfie as he leaves his apartment. ‘Hope this is okay because i'm not going back to change.see you there in 10.’

When he meets her outside the club she rolls her eyes and douses him in a glitter body spray. “You're here to get dicked down, make an effort Hawks.” She scolds him with a laugh. They take yet another selfie with the bouncer on duty and skip the line. Rumi heads straight for the dance floor and Hawks goes for a couple drinks first.

The club is an assault on his senses, he used to be better at ignoring it, the lights too bright and the noise too loud. There’s also the issue of people constantly brushing up against his wings, he has just enough to fly here but left the rest of them home. After a few drinks he joins Rumi out on the dance floor. It’s nice, despite the overstimulation Hawks experiences, he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this. Just hanging out with Rumi and blowing off work for a single night of fun, he used to do this so often that he didn’t get overstimulated at all. Rumi breaks off after a few dances to go get herself a drink as well and Hawks finds a dance partner for the next song.

They spend the rest of the night breaking off from each other to flirt and dance with people then joining back up again to gossip and share another drink.Eventually its time to wrap the night up and Hawks gives one more once over to the alpha that’s been trying to get in his pants all night.

“Rumi, I'm calling it, I got to work early tomorrow morning and have to get some rest.Thanks for the push to come out tonight, I think I needed it.” He laughs, a little drunk and very happy to be around his best friend in the entire world. She smells relieved and happy and he curls in close to her when he wraps her up in a hug.

After letting her know he’s leaving soon Hawks grabs one more drink from the bar and after downing it goes back for one more dance, the same alpha ends up joining him for it and when he offers to bring Hawks home for the night he agrees. Putting all thoughts of potential scandals and work tomorrow out of his mind when the guy kisses him like he’s worth something and gives a careful stroke down his wing.

Morning comes way too early for Hawks and he scraps together his clothes. He’s never been more thankful that he keeps a spare suit at his agency, he’s already running late and last nights alpha keeps trying to tempt him back into bed despite him already saying he couldn’t, that he had work. Then as he is shimmying into his pants he hears a camera shutter go off and sees the guy with his phone pointed in his direction.

“Please tell me that I didn't just hear you take a photo without my permission.” he grits out between his teeth. For fucks sake, couldn’t he go one night without his privacy being invaded, just one without someone looking to take advantage of him?

“Maybe, come join me for more?” he stretches out in whats obviously supposed to be another attempt to seduce Hawks back into bed. “Cmon big shot, im worth blowing off work for a morning.” he grins confidently and waves the cell phone tauntingly.

“ I already blew off work for you last night and am running late because you decided to shut off my first two alarms.” He snarls. “And just so you know it's illegal to take pictures of people without their consent.” Hawks temper snaps. He uses a feather to snatch the phone and chucks it out the open window.

He flys at his top speed out the window, still trying to zip up his jacket, before he lands on his agency’s balcony he rushes in right away and books it for the shower. Itachi silently brings him a giant ice coffee and some ibuprofen when he sits down at his desk with a small wince.

“Rough night?” he asks with a small smirk as he sets the caffeine and painkillers down.

“The night was quite good but my morning definitely could have been improved.” He laughs lightly and takes a file from the most competent secretary he’s ever found. Opening it reveals a case being passed to him from the hero commision, its skethy a little.

“I opened that already, Hawks… please, decline that. It has shady sketchy information written all over it.” Itachi drums his fingers on the edge of Hawks desk, already knowing and dreading his response.

“You and I both know I don't get the option to decline missions Tachi.” he smiles sadly and tucks the file into the pile he has to go through today. Last night had been a fun break from reality, but it was time to get back to work. This morning had proved he couldn’t afford to let his guard down too much anymore,it was lonely in the top rankings and he just kept getting pushed further. However he also knew he owed everything to the hero commision and had to show them respect by taking the jobs they gave him, he had to pay them back somehow anyways for their kindness in training him and in taking him in as a talentless kid.

@mostladylikeladythateverladied @ruelukas22 @xxsnowchildxx @drxgonstone @i-like-to-shruggy

#omegaverse #omegadabi #alphakeigo #secretbabyfic #thedarkonewrites #dabihawks

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parsnipsginger · 4 years ago

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The Insane Undead Ch 1

Summary: After an unknown event forced the sides out of the Mindscape and all over Gainesville, Florida, the sides must adapt to a number of changes. Two of the most prominent being the change into a human form and the zombie apocalypse, which was cause by the same unknown event that forced Thomas to split into all six of his sides. So, they now must figure out a way to survive on their own in a world that belongs only in stories and comic books.

TW: decapitation, fighting, violence in general, food mention (tell me if i missed anything!)

He reaches for his phone in a familiar movement as he tries, and fails to open his unwilling eyes. When he’s unable to find his phone, or the nightstand he always leaves it on, that’s when he snaps out from last night’s grogginess. He doesn’t have his phone anymore. He hasn’t had it for a couple of weeks now. Not since it lost its signal and died on him. He had to throw it away after that since there was no electricity to charge it with. He sits up, twisting his body into a sitting position in the make-shift bed he slept on the night before. Reaching for his bag, he takes out a small water bottle and takes the smallest of sips. No point in wasting the last of my water now, he thinks to himself. But, I DO know where I could get some more water. And it’s not even that far away! His thoughts immediately shut down that idea. NO! What if you get attacked on your way there? What if someone finds you and kidnaps or kills you for the few supplies you do have? What if… The “What if” thoughts kept racing through his mind. Finally accepting that there was no way his thoughts would let him go, he stood up and went to the broken window that faced the bed. He looks out, looking at the sun, wondering what the time was. Not that he cared, or he needed to know, he just...wondered. He stood there, looking out upon the decimated city he used to call home, thinking about anything and everything, for the next couple of hours. What he didn’t know was that there were others, survivors like him, out there, waiting for something, anything to happen.

Roman falls to the ground, grateful for his sword. He grabs it, stabbing the nearest two zombies in the gut. He then proceeds to decapitate the third and final one that was creeping up behind him. Yes, he had wanted some action and some danger today, but not this much all at once. He picks up his backpack, he must’ve dropped it in the struggle, and calls for his brother. His identical twin, Remus, comes bounding towards him as he signals for Remus to follow him. He obediently follows, almost resembling a little kid. At this action, Roman knows he did something, but he doesn’t know what.

So, he asks. “What did you do?” he asks, with a bit more edge in his voice than he meant there to be. Remus hears this and answers right away.

“Well….” He draws out the word, then rapidly speeds through his explanation, knowing he couldn’t get out of an explanation once his brother prompted for one. “I ate a zombie.”

Roman hears this and is barely spared a heart attack. “WHY WOULD YOU-” He’s cut off by Remus’ defense for himself.

“Don’t worry, it was already dead. And you can only get infected if you get bit. You can’t get infected if you eat ‘em. So, that’s exactly what I did. Ate what I could.” He ends his defense with the exact high-pitched cackle that he's known for. Roman just groans, knowing he’s right.

With a sigh, he replies, “Well, just don’t do anything stupid that could get you infected. I don’t need a zombie for a brother.”

After that, they continue walking, looking for a safe place to regroup and gather more supplies.

Crouching down, Logan surveys the parking lot of what used to be the Gainesville Mall. He looks out to see an entire horde of zombies walking aimlessly about the parking lot. Making an estimate, he’d say there had to be at least 50 or 60 zombies just waiting for a piece of fresh meat to wander by. Knowing he can’t take them by himself, he begins to calculate the best way in. He can see about two entrances, three if you count the roof. The front entrance he immediately rules out. Too many zombies, not enough ways to distract them. He then thinks about the second entrance, the fire exit. He could pick the lock and disable the alarm. It would take a while, but at least it would be subtle and stealthy. The third entrance, the roof, would be a lot safer than the fire exit, yes, but it would be really noticeable and dangerous. After considering all three choices, he decides to go for the fire exit. To use this path, he will need to find a way to disable the alarm first. He approaches the destroyed mall, crouch-walking to the fire exit on the left side of the building. Once he reaches the door, he straightens up, now standing at his full height of 5’ 11”. He begins to analyze the door, looking for any signs of wires or a signal that he could hack to disable to alarm. While looking, he gets the thought, What if the power to the building is off, causing the alarm to be turned off? The next thought he gets is especially action-provoking. What if the door’s not locked in the first place? At this thought, he tries the door. It opens, albeit slowly, the only noise it gives off is a small, creaking sound. Of course, it was unlocked and the alarm was off. There’s no electricity in the city. At least, not anymore. Not since the zombies had gotten to the power plant. No time to think about that now, Logan thought as he commanded his thoughts back onto the task at hand. He walks into the mall, refraining from making too much noise. He immediately goes to each of the stores and shopping outlets on the first floor, looking for anything that could be of use to him. He stays away from the food court, promising himself that he’ll gather food after he’s done scavenging for other necessities and supplies, like water, first aid supplies, weapons, etc.

After about an hour of looking on the second floor, Logan had come up with a surprisingly good list of supplies. When he did his second round of inventory so he could organize his backpack so could he fit everything in it, he realized how great of a supply run this had been. He had gotten:

-two 12-packs of water bottles

-four pocket knives

-one pair of scissors

-eight first aid kits that each contained the following: two boxes of bandaids, one ice pack, and plenty of ibuprofen.

It was now time to raid the food court. He packed up his supplies and went forward into the food court. When Logan got there, he was faced with the dilemma: Most of the food will be spoiled by now. But, Logan had the solution. He would only take non-perishable canned or packaged foods. But….with making that decision, he ruled out over 80% of the food in the food court. Oh, well. It looked like he’d have to work with what he had. So, for about the next hour and a half, Logan looked through the food court and gathered as much food as he possibly could carry. He then went to the abandoned apartment he used as a shelter for the night.

Patton, while finishing wrapping up and taking care of the injuries he’d gotten in the past week, was humming his favorite song under his breath. As he got up to go make himself something to eat, he began singing while he cooked. “...ever so slightly, daily and nightly....” He loved this song, not just because it was one of the only songs he could still remember (he had it committed to memory long before this zombie apocalypse stuff started), but also because the song always gave him a sense of hopefulness.

By the time his food was ready (a hearty meal of popcorn, fruit snacks, a peanut butter sandwich, and beef jerky) he had sung the song so many times he couldn’t even recall how many times he had sung it. He didn’t care though, because it's not like there’s anybody around to complain about the repetition or noise of his singing. There’s no one else around. Period, he thought as tears began to form on the corners of his eyes. He brushed them off immediately. No, he reprimanded himself, you can’t cry. There’s no use. It will do nothing except make you tired and give you a headache. Tears still persisted as a tiny voice in the back of his mind remarked, It’s not like there’s anybody around to hear you anyway. At that thought, the floodgates broke open and Patton found himself sobbing on his makeshift bed before he could process what was happening. He would continue until he fell asleep from, more emotional than physical for once, exhaustion.

While the others took the more direct path to their destinations, Janus always took the backstreets and alleys; it kept up his lying, secretive identity the others had known him all too well for having. And, well, if you took that thought literally, it was a really helpful habit to have when the zombie apocalypse started. It kept him safe and had saved his butt on numerous occasions.

While walking to his “home sweet home” (if you can call an underground bunker that, but it kept him safe and from ever needing to go outside so he couldn’t complain), Janus took note of how there wasn’t much change from the last time he checked up on the destroyed town. He didn’t mind; this was actually great for his situation. Now, he doesn’t need to worry about leaving the protection of his bunker any time soon.

He got to his bunker (an old 1960’s tornado shelter transformed), unlocked what seemed like a thousand locks, wrenched open the old, wooden doors, and entered. Walking past the shelves stocked with an assortment of different items needed for survival, Janus made a beeline for his makeshift bed (He was lucky to have found a mattress that wasn’t that badly stained or had any type of weird, unidentified substance on it. So, of course, he kept it). He was, for some strange reason, exhausted. He hadn’t done much that day, so he was more than a bit confused. He went to sleep anyway, brushing it off knowing that, if he refused to sleep any longer, it would only spell out trouble for the future. So, laying down on his bed, he closed his eyes and tried his best to fall asleep.

Months pass, dragging the heat of summer slowly into the chill of winter. The survivors go about their daily lives and habits without giving anything outside of their own survival a second thought until something unexpected happens.

Because of that zombie attack months back, Roman and Remus weren’t able to get as many supplies as they would’ve preferred. They still got enough to last them a couple months, but, on that particular supply run, they were planning on getting enough supplies to last them the rest of the year. Alas, that didn’t happen. Thus, the midwinter supply run they were on now.

After leaving the tent they now called home (it got pretty cold at night and there wasn’t much room to do anything, but it kept them safe, so c’est la vie) they set off to the same grouping of stores they had raided the time before. They had made sure to leave a decent amount of supplies there, so they’d at least be guaranteed a haul of supplies for their next supply run.

On their way to the store, (Oh, God, Roman noticed, it almost sounds normal when you put it that way,) the twins made sure to keep quiet the entire way there. They didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention or trouble.

When they got to the store, they immediately began to fill all four of their backpacks to their brims. (There were two backpacks per twin, so, if they got separated for any reason, they both would have enough supplies to last them for about half a month.) When they had sat down on the checkout counter after finishing, Remus remarked on something he had noticed.

“Hey Ro, did you notice the zombies today? Or, at least the lack of zombies?”

Roman concentrates and realizes that Remus is right. There was a lack of zombies on their way here. I mean, you have to go through one of the most infested places in town to get to these shops, Roman decides.

“Yea I did. I don’t know what’s up with that. But, just to be safe, we’re taking another route home. OK?” Roman said with a worried tone. Remus only nodded in agreement before he began to suggest they get going before it gets too dark to go home. They picked up their backpacks and headed home.

On their way back, they took the long way back as a safety precaution. That would mean over an hour of walking what would usually be an unnecessary mile and a half. They never take this path unless one of them feels taking their normal route would be unsafe, thus they began calling the “Alternate Path to Safety” or APTS.

While on APTS, they were walking through a small park and they saw something cross from the corner of their eyes. Roman gestures for Remus to get his weapon out (a handgun was his pick that day.) They turn to see what had caused them to feel threatened. What they saw at first didn’t surprise them in the slightest. Three or four zombies, no more than they can handle. What they noticed next was what was completely out of the ordinary. The zombies weren’t coming towards them, the zombies didn’t even notice the pair. They seemed to be focused on something - no, someone - else. The person, whoever they were, seemed to not be faring well with the zombies. So, thinking that nothing bad could come from it, decided to step in to help.

The brothers decided on a stealthy attack. They crept up on the zombies, and, almost in sync, decapitated all four zombies. After they finished up (the entire act took about a minute and a half), they approached the person they did that all for.

“Hey, sorry to barge in but it looked like you could’ve used some he-,” Roman abruptly stopped, realizing who exactly he was talking to.

“Logan?!?!”

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theawkwardvirgin · 5 years ago

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Born to Run Ch. 4

Jason hesitated outside the door. He rested his head on the wood, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His shoulder ached in time to the beat of his song. He might have been able to hide the hospital-grade bandages that were wound tightly around his shoulder and bicep, but there was no way he could conceal the sling. He would have taken it off and suffered through if it hadn’t been for the minor detail that any movement felt like being stabbed with a dozen knives. He took another deep breath and fumbled for his key. Time to face the music.

Catherine looked up from her spot by the stove, a small smile on her face. It dropped away immediately when he turned from locking the door and his injury was visible. She dropped the spoon into the pot she had been stirring and made her way over as quickly as she could manage -- which was a lot faster than before, now that she had actually been eating and moving around voluntarily. “Jason!” She stumbled and he jerked forward, holding her up and hissing when he instinctively used his bad arm. Catherine pulled back, hands fluttering helplessly over his arm. She took a deep breath and visibly forced herself to calm down. Jason cringed when the panic gave way to a stern glare. “What happened?” she signed sharply. “Sit!” She urged him towards the table.

“I’m fine,” he signed repeatedly but she smacked his hand down from his chest and pointed at the chair. He sat.

“What. Happened.” she signed again, gestures vehement enough that her still-weak body shook.

Jason’s eyes widened. “I’ll tell. Sit, please.”

She remained standing for a moment, fists opening and closing, concern crashing over her like a tidal wave breaking through the dam of her self control, but she sat down next to him, gaze pinning him in place. “Now,” she signed.

Jason fidgeted. “I’m fine,” he repeated, hurrying to continue when her face darkened. “There was an accident. I wasn’t driving-”

“Driver,” she interrupted.

“Yes. We switch cars and drivers to avoid the police,” he said, signs awkward with only one hand. “It wasn’t bad, but the driver panicked because he thought he saw one of the Bats and drove into a streetlight. I hit my shoulder and got a little scraped up. We all got back okay and a doctor fixed me up.” He left out the part when Mask had shot TJ in both knees before finally putting a bullet in his head for his stupidity. He would be hearing the man’s begging in his dreams for days as it was, there was no need to subject his mom to that.

But it wasn’t the possible fate of his crewmates that she was concerned about. “Bats?!” she signed, looking more than a little panicked, and Jason hurried to soothe her.

“It wasn’t really them, just a- a shadow or something. We weren’t followed and I was super careful.”

Catherine stared at him for a long moment before nodding stiffly. She narrowed her eyes, getting back on track. “S-L-I-N-G.”

“It was just-” Jason paused, unsure what the sign for the word he needed was, before fingerspelling like Catherine had, “D-I-S-L-O-C-A-T-E-D. I’m fine!” he added hastily. “The doctor fixed it, it’s just a little-” He hissed through his teeth as Catherine leaned forward and poked his shoulder. “-sore,” he finished, sign sloppy from the pain.

“No lie,” she signed.

Jason shook his head. “I’m not! It’ll be fine in a few days!”

“Doctor said?” she asked, one eyebrow raised. He could read the sarcasm on her face.

“Yes.”

Catherine took a soothing breath before shaking her head and saying out loud, “I don’t care what your quote-unquote doctor said, I am in charge of that injury now and you are not going to complain one bit about your treatment, young man.” She got up, leaving Jason to stare after her, flabbergasted. That was the most she had said all at once since she lost her hearing. She was back quickly with two ice packs, a first aid kit, pills, and a glass of water. Jason grimaced at the medication. He hated drugs of any kind, even the off-brand ibuprofen she was nudging towards him. He glanced up, which was a mistake because one look at her eyes and he knew there was no way he was getting out of this. He sighed and swallowed the pills. Catherine watched him carefully until she was satisfied he had taken them and opened the first aid kit, motioning him to take off the sling. He grimaced but very carefully undid the straps. She helped him with the loose button-down -- one of the many changes of clothes kept in the safehouse -- and frowned at the bandages on his shoulder. He glanced over too, chewing his lip a little at the red peeking through in some spots. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone out on his usual rounds, but the people were hungry whether his shoulder was hurt or not.

Catherine washed her hands and started to remove the bandages, arms steadier than he had seen them in a while. Once she had worked them all off she took one look at his arm and smacked him on the back of the head. “What was that for,” he complained, rubbing his head with his good hand after he had finished signing.

“These are not scratches!” she said, hands busy preparing the antiseptic and clean bandages. She started cleaning the injury, muttering about puncture wounds and idiots. Jason assumed he was the idiot in question, but he’d happily be insulted if it meant his mom was talking and active. Once his arm was wrapped back up she helped him put the sling back on and smacked him on the back of the head again. “Don’t lie to me about injuries,” she said sternly. Jason grimaced but nodded. She eyed him for a moment and grabbed the packs of frozen peas, securing them to his shoulder with more bandages. It wasn’t pretty, but it didn’t fall off when he moved and that was the important thing.

“How did you know how to do that?” he signed, tilting his head to one side. He had seen her fix small stuff like splinters and cuts, but this was a bit beyond normal first aid.

“I patched up your dad enough times before Two-Face got him,” she said wryly. Her hands faltered over the pill bottle as she finally realized she had been speaking out loud the whole time. Jason watched, concerned, but she shook her head and went to return the medication to its shelf. When she returned, she sat down heavily in her seat and stared him directly in the eye. Jason automatically straightened in his chair. Catherine tapped one finger on the table before signing, “I don’t like your work.” There was resignation on her face; they had had this conversation many times over the years.

Jason brightened. With all the drama about his shoulder it had slipped his mind. “Mom,” he signed excitedly. “I’m done! I’m out!”

Her jaw dropped. “What?” she whispered.

Jason nodded rapidly, cheeks hurting from his grin. “I’m out! This was my last job!” He didn’t even notice when he shifted to speaking out loud, hands going from careful signs to excited gestures. “I finally paid off that stupid car!” He reached out to grab her hand, wincing a little at the pull on his shoulder, but not even that could dim his mood. “Do you know what this means, Mom? With the money we’ve saved up we’re sitting pretty. I can get a proper job too, that way we don’t have to worry about your medical bills, and maybe I can even sign up for some classes at Gotham U!” His eyes shone. “I could go to college, Mom!” He calmed down a little, flushing at the soft, uncomprehending smile on Catherine’s face. “Sorry,” he signed sheepishly.

Catherine shook her head, holding his good hand in both of hers. “Not seen this happy in a long time,” she signed quietly.

Jason grinned and awkwardly picked his way through his excited rambling, fingerspelling words he didn’t know, until Catherine’s eyes were shining just as bright as his own. She reached over, wrapping him in a careful hug, and he clung back, burying his face in her hair.

Finally, things were starting to go their way.

***

Jason beamed as he shouldered open the diner door, walking backwards and pulling Catherine in the wheelchair behind him. “Hi Hattie!” he called over his shoulder.

“Hey there Ja-” Hattie froze, smile slowly growing wider as Catherine waved. “Cathy!” She raced over, hands fluttering in the air. “Oh my God, it’s so good to see you. How are you?”

“She can’t hear you, Hattie,” Jason reminded, and Hattie froze.

“Oh,” she said, sorrow clouding her eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetie, I forgot.”

“I’ve missed you,” Catherine said, and Jason felt the balloon of happiness in his chest that had appeared when Catherine suggested they go to the diner expand further.

Hattie’s smile was back like a rubber band snapping into place. She bent over and hugged Catherine tightly, wiping at her eyes when she stood up. “You can translate for me, can’t you, hun?” she asked Jason.

“‘Course I can.”

“Oh, I’m a mess, just hang on one second.” Hattie darted away as Jason carefully translated her words. “Frank!” she yelled, uncaring if she disturbed the few customers in the diner at three in the afternoon. “Catherine’s here, I’m taking a break!”

Frank, who was both chef and owner, poked his head out the kitchen door and beamed at Catherine. “Welcome back, Cathy,” he called. Catherine waved as Jason translated. Hattie pulled off her apron and led them over to the booth in the corner, their favorite spot.

“Are you really doing okay, Cathy?” she asked.

“Yes,” Jason said, eyes tracking Catherine’s movements. “Some days are hard. But Jay,” he faltered, swallowing, “keeps me going.” He smiled at his mom and she squeezed his hand.

“How come you signed just then when you spoke before?” Hattie asked. “I’m not sayin’ you can’t,” she added hastily. “Whatever works for you, darlin’ I was just wondering.”

Jason started translating but faltered at the length. He bit his lip and just translated the question. Catherine knew Hattie well enough to know she didn’t mean any harm. Catherine tapped the table thoughtfully before saying, “It’s uncomfortable to talk and not hear yourself.”

“I don’t like it,” Jason translated when she abruptly switched to sign. “It reminds me that-” he stopped as she made a gesture that wasn’t any kind of sign language but got her point across just as well, making a fist by her ear as though grabbing something and then throwing it away.

Hattie reached out, gently taking one of Catherine’s hands and squeezing. “You’re doin’ amazing, Cathy,” she said emotionally.

Catherine smiled, equally emotionally, and this would normally be the time that Jason would slip away to beg snacks from Frank and leave them to their gossip, but instead he was stuck trying to keep up with Hattie’s notorious motormouth. He didn’t mind, though. It was so incredibly worth it to see his mom happily chatting away with one of her friends, although he turned red all the way up to his ears when they started talking about him and the girl from a week or two ago.

He folded his arms on the table and buried his face in them when Hattie made a comment on how the girl had been eager to go for a ride. “Don’t make me say that to my mom,” he moaned, and Hattie laughed. Catherine was sharp enough to catch on and prodded him, a wicked grin on her face, until he reluctantly repeated it. They both started laughing harder and Jason resumed his imitation of an ostrich. “I am off limits!” he signed and said aloud after several minutes. “Talk about something else!”

“Aw,” Catherine said aloud, and Jason abruptly became aware of his impending doom. “But you’re my little baby boy!” She was startling fast when she wasn’t trying to walk and leaned over the corner of the table, squishing his cheeks between her hands. Jason vainly wished for a sinkhole to open up beneath him. It didn’t and he settled for batting at her hands. “What else would I talk about?”

Jason groaned.

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writingsbyshay67ss · 6 years ago

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The Night He Gave In

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summery: You were out all night because you couldn't keep your mind from going overboard running a hundred miles an hour about Dean and how you felt about him. You ended up being more then just hung over and Dean shows his sensitivity towards you while taking care of you.

Warning: Just some Fluff and Sex RATED R

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Dean- "What's wrong with you?"

You step out of the Impala dizzy after a hunt. You were out all night because you couldn't keep your mind from going overboard running a hundred miles an hour about Dean and how you felt about him. You had no idea how to tell him about it or if you even wanted to. So, you went to the bar and drank all night, you were hung over and felt like dying. Dean notices it and picks at you but then realizes that he was upsetting you and stopped to help.

Reader- "Nothing. Just drank too much last night that's all."

Dean- "Did you at least get laid? Bet you did. Or did you smash his head into the bar? I wish I could have seen that." Dean laughs.

Reader- "Dean I'm sorry but I'm really not up for joking today okay. I'm really tired and just need some time alone."

Dean walks to your side pulls you into a hug kisses your head and says, "Y/N you know you can talk to me about anything right? You know I'll always be here for you." You tuck your head into his neck not caring that he smelled like dirt and blood. You just wanted his touch.

Reader- "We both need a shower. I'm going to head Inside now. Thanks Dean."

You head into the bunker Dean not far behind Sam was in a hunt with bobby so it was just the two of you for the weekend. You go straight to your room and grabbed a change of clothes then to the showers down the hall. You had a feeling you had a fever so you make your shower a little on the cold side to help cool you off. You step in and take a seat on the cold tiles and lean back against the wall and cried for a moment due to the pain in your body. Dean could hear you from the other room but didn't want to intrude on your privacy but, he was beginning to worry what the real problem was. He walks to the door of the shower room and knocks but you couldn't hear him. So he cracked the door to ask you if you were okay but you gave him no reply. He couldn't hear you crying anymore and that worried him even more. Opening the door he let you know he was coming in but with a towel held up so he couldn't see you, just to see were he was walking. When he had reached you, you were laying on the ground passed out. He bend down after turning the water off and putting the towel on you and pulling you over his lap.

Dean- "Y/N?! Y/N, wake up!"

Slapping you on the face to get you to come to. You open your eyes some and see Dean then passed out again.

Dean- "God you're burning up. Let's get you into bed and I'll get you a couple ice packs."

The older Winchester lifts you up and carried you to your room and gently lays you down on the bed. Your fever had gotten worse but he could only do so much to help. After making sure you were okay he left for a moment to gather everything you'd need like water, cold towel for you neck and head, a couple ice packs to place on your body, and some pain medication such as advil and ibuprofen. A few hours had pass and he had not left your side. Your fever breaks and you finally come to again.

Reader- "Dean?"

Dean- "Y/N. You had me worried there for a minute. How you feeling?"

Reader- "Dean, what happened?"

Dean- "I heard you in the bathroom then when I came to check on you, you weren't answering so I came in but I didn't see anything I covered you up in a towel. You had passed out. Why didn't you just tell me you were sick?"

Reader- "I didn't think it was this bad nor did I want to worry you. I'm sorry."

Dean- "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm glad you are feeling better. Here take some of this it will help keep the fever down."

Dean reaches over and grabs the advil and a class of water then hands it to you helping you sit up you took them then laid back down.

Reader- "Dean? Thank you. I honestly thought I had just drank to much I didnt know I was sick."

Dean- "No need to thank me all I did was help you to your room and take care of you all night. No big deal." Dean chuckled.

Reader- "I need to tell you something."

Dean- "Okay."

Reader- "Dean I like you."

Dean- "I like you too."

Reader- "No. Like I like you like you. I've been trying to tell you for years but, I just didn't know if you felt the same or if you were even interested. I know you care about me but were family and if you don't feel the same I understand. You don't have to say anything."

Dean looked at you and smiled brushing the hair from your face and pushing it behind your left ear. You knew Dean Winchester practically your whole life and you two were closer then you were with Sam. Dean always jumped in front of you on hunt to protect you hell he even took a couple bullets for you in the past. You never thought you'd be telling him how you really felt while you were like this but you knew if you didn't say something now you'd never grow the balls to do it later.

Dean- "Y/N, you already know how I feel. I've been wanting to tell you the same thing for years but you know how I am with this kind of thing. I just don't want to see you get hurt. I'm not the kind of person to be with. You know in this business people always get hurt around us."

Reader- "Dean we live in the same home. We go on the same hunts. We're always protecting each other I know we can do this. I care about you and I would do anything to prevent you any pain or abandonment. I will never hurt you."

Dean leans in and puts his head on yours.

Dean- "Scooch over."

You slide over a bit and he slides in next to you.

Reader- "Dean the bed is soaked in my sweat, I don't think you'd wanna--"

Dean interrupts you.

Dean- "I don't care. I'll stay by you for as long as you need me. Drink some more water and we will worry about everything else in the morning. Okay?"

You smile and leaned into him. The two of you slept all night and just about over half the day next. Your fever finally goes away and you felt like a new person waking up. You open your eyes to find Dean still next to you and he had taken his shirt off in the middle of the night. You place your hand on his chest then move it up to his face. You run your finger across his bottom lip while biting yours. Dean moves closer to you and pulls you in making your face close to his. You wanted to kiss him so badly but after then night you just had you wanted to wait for a better opportunity. You get loosened from his grip and go back to the showers. You washed all the sweat and all the over night oils from your body. Dean woke up noticing you were gone and went to investigate where you went. Moving down the hall he could hear the shower running so he cracked the door and made sure you were okay. You were humming to the song "Hey Jude" by the beatles that was the song his mom sung to him as a child but you weren't aware of that.

Dean- "Y/N, I'm coming in."

Reader- "Uhm okay."

He comes into the room and takes his shirt off then his pants and boxers walks right behind you and presses his body against yours and kisses your neck. You move up against the wall and raise your hands up as he moves his hands up your body.

Reader- "Dean." You moaned out

Dean- "if this is to much let me know and I'll stop."

Reader- "Please don't."

Dean- "Don't what?" He pauses

Reader- "Stop, please don't stop."

Dean uses one of his legs to spread your apart gently then he slides his hard shaft between your legs. You moaned in excitement as he leaves trails of kisses from your shoulder to your earlobe. You push your ass into him and he let's out a gently push of air from his lips. He flips you over looking deep into your eyes creasing your cheek as he places his hand on the back of your neck pulling you into him meeting his rose soft lips to yours. Your tongues playing tug of war for a moment Dean pulls back and looks at you with great lust over his face. His shaft throbbed against your stomach aching for you. You down on your knees and place your hands on his hips and slowly take in his rock hard cock into your mouth and shakes at the way you make him feel moving your tongue against the head of his penis. A few minutes of that and he couldn't take it anymore he wanted more he puts on hand on your head and one of the wall of the shower and thrusts into your warm wet mouth. You moan making Dean moan from the vibrations he leans down and pulls you up from your chin bringing you in for a kiss. His soft lips intertwine with yours as the two of you move against the wall he turns you over and runs his right hand down your back tracing your spin to your lower back then back up to gently bend you over. His cock is harder then it was when you began he grabs your hips and thrusts his shaft between your legs and slides the tip into your hot wet folds you beg him to give you more but he only teases.

Reader- "Do you want me?"

Dean- "Yes, god yes."

Reader- "Then prove it."

Dean shoves his throbbing penis deep inside making you beg for more. Pulling out he picks you up and carries you to his room kissing you along the way. The two of you make it to his room and he tosses you on the bed, you giggle, then point and motion for him to come to you with your finger. He laughs and crawls on top of you pushing your hands above your head and slides right back in with no trouble. You thought to yourself--"Was this really happening? Was Dean Winchester really giving you all his attention?" You smile moving your hips along to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Dean- "I'm going to make you scream."

Reader- "Oh god. Yes please, just so you know I have no limits. Do whatever you want with me."

He grabs your throat only hard enough to make your body fold. You wrap your legs around him and your legs shake like an earthquake cumming then falling back down on the bed. You push Dean over and climb into of him riding him like a mechanical bull. Dean reaching his climax pushes you over on your stomach and fucks you till you cum again then pulling out and shoots his hot load all over your back. You let out a deep breath and stand up grab a towel and wiped up what you could then lay back down next to him.

Reader- "Dean. That was--"

Dean- "I know."

Reader- "Don't get cocky. I was going to say amazing." You laugh lightly.

Dean- "Was it to much?"

Reader- "Dean Winchester, if I didn't know any better I would have thought you turned into a different man just then."

Dean- "What do you mean?"

Reader- "You're never this sensitive well or show any emotion regarding feelings towards someone other then your brother."

Dean- "You're different."

He rolls onto his side and kisses your shoulder looking into your eyes he takes your hand and wraps his between yours.

Dean- "You know I've actually always shown this side to you just in different ways. Protecting you on hunts for one. Bringing you a beer when we all get together in the library and when you fell asleep on the couch I'd cover you up so you wouldn't catch a cold."

Reader- "I wondered who did that. Dean why didn't you tell me these things before?"

Dean- "Like I've told you. I don't do well with family rejection. I mean I've lost so many people in my life. I just don't want to loose you too by getting to close to this."

Reader- "We don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. We can do this your way if that's what you want. Or we can keep this between us and not do this again. Not pretend it never happened but keep doing what we've been doing all these years. Being at a safe distance, you know arms reach."

Dean- "Not to be all chick flicky or ruin the moment but I don't want any of that. I want you Y/N always have always will. I honestly don't know what to do but keep you safe the best I can. We can't be distracted during hunts worrying of one of us is in trouble and getting hurt. I worry enough. We will work this out but for now I just want to be in this moment."

Reader- "Wow. That was chick flicky." You laugh and nudge him.

Dean- "Shut up." He nudges back then pulls you in close.

The two of you cuddled all night till the morning came and you had gotten up to make breakfast. Sam comes home and notices you making breakfast instead of Dean. You hear someone come into the kitchen not realizing that Sam had came home and said, "Finally your awake I was beginning to think you died in that bed from last night." You turn and see Sam instead of the older brother.

Reader- "Oh! Sam your home. I thought you were Dean."

Sam- "What happened last night?"

Reader- "Uhh Dean and I--"

Dean- "We drank a lot and I have a major headache over now. She kicked my ass at poker and loser had to drink a bottle of whiskey."

You smiled. "I won alright." Laughing.

Reader- "So one or two Sam?"

Sam- "Right. One or two what?"

Reader- "Pancakes of course."

Sam- "Ones fine thank you. How'd you let a women beat you at poker Mr.King of Cards?"

Dean- "Shut up, she got lucky."

Reader- "I sure did!" Your grin was from ear to ear.

Sam- "Alright well thank you for breakfast Y/N. I gonna go catch some zzz's."

Reader- "Okay, goodnight."

You look at Dean and smile.

Reader- "My bad."

Dean- "It's fine. Sam always finds out the truth eventually but I like to keep in guessing."

Dean smiles back while you lay his plate down in front of him. You had given him extra bacon this time. Dean nodes him head at you his way of saying thank you.

Reader- "I'm going to head over to Bobby's see how he's doing. See you later?"

Dean- "Ofcourse."

Reader- "See you when I see you then." Grabbing a plates for Bobby and heading out.

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thatdamereylife · 6 years ago

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Night Shift

Based off of a commercial I saw for United Healthcare. The first time I saw it I immediately pictured them xD. The link for the ad is on my other Damerey blog, @x-wings-and-lightsabers . I just HAD to write this and obviously I added onto it a little.

Poe was tired. Like, about to fall asleep standing up tired. But when Shara started to cry over the speaker, Rey made him get up. He’d grumbled about just getting back from an exhausting mission about three hours ago, and now he was stumbling into their newborn’s room at 3 am.

He undid the diaper and took a deep breath before looking. He wanted to gag, but he’s seen a lot worse throughout his career. However, he grunted when he saw the strange color and consistency in her diaper.

“We got a situation here”, he said to the speaker, knowing Rey was listening. Rey stretched before getting up and shuffling into the nursery. She walked up to the crib and looked at the diaper.

“I’ve never seen anything like that”, she stated. “Will you get my holopad, please?”

“You’re not taking a picture of it.” Poe said in disbelief as Rey looked up at him and furrowed her eyebrows.

“No, I just wanna holochat with Kalonia.” Poe’s expression softened.

“Oh, okay.” He turned to leave when he stepped on a little xylophone they got for Shara at the market, the wheels causing it to roll out from under him. He stumbled backwards and yelped in surprise before crashing into the bookshelf behind him that was currently used to house toys. The shelves broke and he fell to the ground as the colorful lights turned on along with a song in a baby’s voice.

Rey gasped and looked behind her at her husband, who was busy lifting stuff off of him with occasional groans of pain.

“I’m okay, babe.” He lifted one of the broken shelves off of him before gripping his shoulder and groaning again as he sat up. Rey stepped over the mess of toys and ran into the bedroom to grab the pad herself. She didn’t return until she went to the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack.

She returned and gave the pack to Poe and told him to sit on the chair as she turned on the lamp. He complied as she placed a short, sweet kiss to his lips. He hissed as the ice made contact with his shoulder. Rey messaged for Dr. Kalonia, who was luckily working the night shift tonight.

“How can I help you, Ms. Dameron?” She smiled warmly. Rey turned the pad so she could see Shara’s diaper.

“Is this normal?” Kalonia nodded.

“That’s normal for a new baby.” Rey then turned the pad so Poe was visible.

“And what about him?” Poe blushed as Kalonia grinned.

“Hey, doc”, he said half-asleep.

“That’s normal for a new parent.” Rey smiled at Poe before thanking Kalonia and cutting off the transmission.

“Real funny, Rey.” She giggled and put a fresh diaper on Shara before handing the pad to Poe. She walked over to the crib and gently put her into it before turning off the lamp as Poe stood.

“No matter how clumsy you are, I still love you, flyboy.” Poe smiled back, his sleep mussed curls a mess in the dark. He leaned down and kissed her on the nose.

“Not as much as I love you, Sunshine. Now how about some ibuprofen please?” She smiled and helped him to bed, laying him so she could keep the ice on his shoulder and kissed his lips sweetly. She was almost to the door before she turned back around, looking at him mischievously.

“I thought you were okay.” He groaned as she took off down the hallway, laughing.

“REY!”

#damerey #poe dameron #rey of jakku #my otp #episode ix please #make this canon #idk #my writing #fanfic #it was too cute not to write

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rudderless-in-an-ocean-of-stars · 8 years ago

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of faults and fissures, part one

Find it on Ao3 here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11206920/chapters/25031505

In the aftermath of the Daxamite Invasion, Lena Luthor thinks it’s time she came clean to her best friend about her role in it.

Some changes to canon- Kara did date Mon-el, but there was no huge declaration of love or anything like that when she put him in the pod. She took him back but wasn’t really into the relationship, slowly coming to the realization that she’d simply gone along with it because she felt like she owed it to him to not leave him alone the way she’d been abandoned by Kal-El. Basically, it was a pity-dating thing she was planning to break off before the untimely Daxamite invasion. And, oh yeah- she definitely does not give him her mother’s necklace. Lena’s under the impression Kara was genuinely dating him, though, so three cheers for the angst up ahead.

The first time Kara Danvers really sees Lena Luthor, she’s taken aback by just how small the other woman actually is.

Outside of work, stripped of her impeccable updos, perfect makeup, and six-inch heels, Lena Luthor is downright tiny.

She’s standing right on the Dr. Who-themed doormat that Winn had purchased for her last Christmas, dressed in a loose, oversized sweater, well-worn jeans, and honest-to-goodness scuffed sneakers.

To her credit, Kara manages to keep the gaping and stuttering to a minimum as she ushers her unexpected houseguest into the living room. Lena perches carefully on the couch, tucking her dark hair behind her ear as she smiles hesitantly up at her, and Kara instantly decides that she likes this look best for the typically designer-dressed C.E.O.

With her hair down and her face free of makeup, Lena looks younger than she ever has, appearing more like the untroubled twenty-something year old she should be and less like a woman carrying the weight of her entire family’s sins the way Atlas had shouldered the weight of the sky.

It’s still there, the invisible weight that never seems to allow Lena to sit perfectly straight for more than a few minutes at a time- she always retreats into herself ever so often, hunches inwards like she’s afraid to take up any space at all- but here, now, it’s less.

Like the burden has eased, somehow, or she’s found the strength to actually push back instead of simply allowing it crush her completely.

Kara knows a thing or two about guilt- surviving an entire planet’s destruction is bound to leave some scars, no matter how well the wounds may have healed over time- and Lena all but wears hers like a noose.

Lena virtually encourages the people of National City and beyond to treat her as their own personal whipping boy in Lex’s stead, and it’s something that’s disturbed Kara since their very first meeting, when she’d peered into her green eyes, emerald pools of desperation flickering with the barest hints of hope in their depths, and recognized a bit of herself shining back.

She’d been lost like that too, once.

The Phantom Zone had kept her trapped in the endlessly repeating memory of Krypton’s death for close to a quarter of a decade.

If it hadn’t been for the Danvers, if it hadn’t been for Alex…

She shudders at the thought and silently offers thanks to Rao for those blessings.

“Can I get you something to drink?” She asks, already moving towards the kitchen on autopilot. “I’ve got tea, coffee, juice… Though, mind, the tea is bottled and store-bought…”

“Really?” Lena teases, and Kara falls a little bit in love with the faint, little laugh she hears behind her.

Kara tosses a sheepish grin in Lena’s direction as she pulls open the fridge. “It’s raspberry Snapple. Don’t judge me- I know it’s 90% sugar, but their slogan doesn’t lie, it really is the best stuff on Earth.”

Lena’s eyes widen comically at the sight of the large plastic bottle Kara sets down on the coffee table along with a pair of mugs. “I didn’t realize Snapple came in quart-sized bottles.”

“Neither did I, until I stopped by the convenience store down the road from my sister’s apartment in search of ibuprofen and ice packs after she went and got her ribs bruised,” Kara says, fondness fairly oozing from her voice as she pours a liberal helping into both glasses. “It’s the only place that I’ve ever seen stock bottles this size, but hey, I’m not complaining.”

A cautious sip brings a bright smile to the brunette’s face. “Neither am I. This is great!”

Kara’s jaw drops open in horror as she clutches her chest, clearly affronted. “Don’t tell me you haven’t tried Snapple before! It’s literally in almost every vending machine in National City!”

Lena ducks her head in shame, a weak chuckle issuing from the back of her throat. “I’ve seen it around, of course, but… We-e-ell,“ she says, drawing out the ‘e’ for several seconds as a blush begins to spread across her cheeks, “I just… I never…”

Her face clouds over as the silence between them goes from teasing to strained, something Kara notes as tendrils of apprehension begin to wrap around her heart and squeeze.

Lena can barely bring herself to finish the sentence.

“Lillian was always very conscious about my eating habits,” she finally mumbles, tongue nearly tripping over the words in her haste to get them out.

The slack-jawed expression on Kara’s face is burned away by a look of pure anger and fierce protectiveness as the implications behind Lena’s words sink in.

For a moment, Lena thinks, Kara looks very much like the Kryptonian whose presence she has found herself entertaining more and more on her office balcony. She pulls herself free from that particular train of thought with a vehement shake of her head.

No, Kara couldn’t possibly be Supergirl. Kara would never keep something as big as that a secret from her, would she?

The tiniest trickle of doubt bleeds into her veins as a tiny voice in her head snidely reminds her of her last name.

You’re a Luthor, the voice sing-songs almost triumphantly, sounding far too much like her brother for her to not be unsettled, why wouldn’t she?

“Lena?”

She looks up and shoots the other woman a practiced, apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. It’s just so easy to get lost in my own head sometimes. I just came over to see how you were doing, after… Everything.”

God, she can’t even bring herself to say it.

The Daxamite Invasion.

The one she had ultimately kickstarted.

The one she had helped managed to avert- at the cost of her best friend’s boyfriend, not to mention the innocent lives already lost in the first few waves of attack.

And it was all because Lena was too stupid to see past the façade that Rhea had so easily manipulated her into believing.

The price of Lena Luthor’s loyalty always had been and likely always would be love.

Love that she’d never had the time to get from her birth mother, love that had been wrenched away by her brother’s madness and the shame of being his sister, love that she’d never received from the woman she’d called family for over two decades…

Rhea had seen that easily, seen past Lena’s hardened shield of capable businesswoman right down to the unwanted orphan girl she was underneath.

Rhea had seen that easily, and just like everyone else in her life except for her secretary and the woman sitting in front of her, she’d used it against her.

“I’m fine, Lena, really. You didn’t have to come all the way here just to check up on me.” Kara actually laughs, then, and the sound of it pulls the breath from Lena’s lungs in a way that isn’t tingly, or endearing, or any of the other adjectives she’d come to associate with the feelings that Kara’s laughter usually induced.

How could she be so happy sitting across from the woman who had robbed her of someone she’d cared about?

“I-I…” Lena’s fingers tighten around the glass in her hand as she struggles to keep her tears at bay.

Spit it out, she rages, mentally shouting at herself. Tell her the fucking truth already. You came here for a reason.

“It was my fault.”

She closes her eyes before she continues, unable to maintain Kara’s unwavering gaze. “I built the portal the Daxamites used to get to Earth. I helped their queen transport her armies here. I built the device that irradiated the atmosphere with lead and poisoned all the Daxamites, including Mike- I mean, Mon-El. I did this.”

The words fall flat between them, landing somewhere in the invisible, gaping chasm that now somehow clearly splits the room apart.

“It was my fault,” she repeats, a little louder this time, as though an increase in volume could help her words make the leap over the miles stretched out between them, miles she hates but knows she’ll never make a move to cross.

Because she deserves this.

She deserves whatever look of hatred or betrayal or accusation that’s surely filling Kara Danvers’ eyes right now at her confession.

She deserves whatever words are going to come spilling out of Kara Danvers’ mouth at any second, probably laced with anger and disgust, all of which will be justified.

But again, for the umpteenth time in the past seventy-two hours, Lena Luthor finds herself mistaken about the people she thought she knew best.

She gets only silence.

Pure, pin-drop silence.

Lena doesn’t dare open her eyes to look at the woman sitting on the couch across from hers- and even if she wanted to, at this point, she’s not sure she even can.

Everything seems to be catching up to her now, at the worst possible time for the shock of it all to wear off and finally let her feel something other than the numbness that she’d managed to reach with surprisingly little aid from alcohol.

The world is shaking- or maybe she’s the one shaking- but either way, she can’t bring her limbs to move or her eyes to open or her lungs to breathe.

She can’t bring herself to do anything at all but sit there and silently beg the universe to simply let her disappear.

to be continued…

let me know what you think ;)

#SuperCorp #fanfiction #Lena Luthor #Kara Danvers #Supergirl #SuperGAY #CW #angst #feels #rudderless writes

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