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extinctlesspains · 20 days ago

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Can i req se-mi fics? One particular one that i've been stuck with is instead of gyeong su, thanos and namgyu already recruited se-mi and min-su and hey need one more player and thats reader? Later on reader will help se-mi live etc etc,, idk if this is possible but if you can make it i'd love it!! Btw i love your sae-byeok fics, they make me twinkle my toes and twirl my hair😍

A/n: lol I'm glad my fics make you do that 😭 I hope you enjoy this one! 😘

𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑚 [𝑆𝑒-𝑀𝑖]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: sᴇ-ᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏɪɴ sᴇ-ᴍɪ's ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, sᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ғɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴠᴇ sᴇ-ᴍɪ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴀᴍɢʏᴜ’s ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ, sᴏʟɪᴅɪғʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ɢᴀᴍᴇs.

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Life had hit its lowest point when the card arrived. The ominous pink envelope bearing three shapes promised salvation—or doom. You knew it was a mistake to follow the masked soldiers, but desperation led you to the dormitory filled with hundreds of others in green tracksuits.

Your number was #457, and survival was your only goal.

Among the chaos, Se-mi and her team stood out. The cold, calculating woman approached you with a sharp gaze that seemed to see right through you.

“We need one more,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. Beside her, Namgyu smirked, while Thanos and Min-su remained silent but intimidating.

“Why me?” you asked.

“You look like you can handle yourself,” Se-mi replied simply. “And we don’t have time for second-guessing. Are you in or not?”

You nodded, sealing your fate.

The haunting tune of the giant doll's voice echoed in your ears.

"Red light..."

You froze mid-step, every muscle locked in place. A man near you stumbled, his body crumpling to the ground as the sound of a gunshot filled the air.

"Green light..."

You ran in short bursts, your breath coming in gasps. Se-mi moved like a predator, her steps calculated and fluid. Behind her, Namgyu and Thanos stayed close, their expressions hard and determined.

Min-su faltered at one point, but you grabbed his arm, steadying him. “Keep moving,” you hissed.

When the timer hit zero, you collapsed onto the dirt, alive but shaken.

“You did good,” Se-mi said, crouching beside you. Her approval felt like a small victory.

The second game was pure chaos: an obstacle course with mini games designed to test coordination, skill, and endurance. Your team of five was bound together by ropes, forcing you to move as a single unit.

“Focus,” Thanos growled as the first mini game, ddakji, began.

Walking with four other people and playing games, was agonizing, the ropes tugging and pulling at awkward angles. Thanos took the lead, his commands sharp and unyielding.

The flying stone came next, with Min-su playing. The games went on until...The final game, Jegi. Every game was a gamble, the ropes threatening to drag you onto the floor and preventing you from going any further.

Nam-gyu slipped, nearly pulling the team down, but Se-mi's and Thanos' grip was iron-strong as they yanked him back.

When you finally crossed the finish line, exhaustion hit like a wave, but relief quickly followed.

“You’re tougher than you look,” Namgyu said, offering you a rare grin.

The announcement of the third game sent the room into a frenzy. Players were given seconds to form groups into the number that would be announced. Anyone left out would be eliminated. "Three." The voice announced.

“Stay together,” Se-mi ordered.

Splitting up briefly, you found a timid man looking lost amidst the chaos. You brought him back to a room just in time.

The masked soldiers marched in, shooting away the stragglers. Their screams were a grim reminder of what failure meant.

“Well done,” Se-mi said, her rare smile making the moment feel less dire.

After only three games, the main area went to hell.

The dormitory became a battlefield. Makeshift weapons were wielded with brutal efficiency as alliances dissolved and chaos reigned.

Namgyu’s betrayal was sudden but not entirely unexpected. He cornered Se-mi, his eyes dark with desperation.

“You think you can escape this place so easily?” he snarled. He was referring to Se-Mi switching to the X side.

Se-mi fought back fiercely, but Namgyu’s strength overwhelmed her. You saw it happen from across the room and didn’t hesitate. Grabbing a metal rod, you charged at him.

“Get away from her!” you screamed, swinging with all your might.

The impact knocked Namgyu to the ground, dazed but not unconscious. Se-mi staggered to her feet, blood trickling from her temple.

“Thanks,” she muttered, her voice shaky.

“We’re not done yet,” you replied, pulling her up.

Together, you faced the oncoming threats, fighting side by side. Se-mi’s quick thinking and your unrelenting determination made you an unstoppable pair.

When the soldiers finally in, the surviving players collapsed in exhaustion. The room was eerily silent, save for the gasps of those who’d made it through.

Weeks after the games ended, you and Se-mi sat on a quiet beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore. The prize money had changed everything, but the scars of what you endured lingered.

“Why did you save me?” Se-mi asked, her gaze fixed on the horizon. It was an odd question. The game ended weeks ago, so why was she bringing it up now?

“Because we’re a team,” you replied. “And because I couldn’t let you go.”

Se-mi didn’t respond, but the faint smile on her lips said more than words ever could.

You survived together, and that was enough.

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whayjhey · 6 days ago

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excuse this silly drawing but— once upon a time i thought of a padme!survives au where she raises the twins in tatooine but she has no idea who vader is and it went a little something like this: Padmé eyed her five-year-old daughter from across the table. Leia was in a grumpier mood than usual, evidenced in the way she gripped her spoon tightly and the way she chomped on her breakfast like an angry Sarlaac. (Padmé was reminded of how her baby girl looked a lot like Anakin, especially when she was this way. Her heart clenched at the thought.)

"Leia," Padmé said when she was no longer able to take the silence. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" And where in the galaxy was Luke? Leia grumbled a reply, one that her mother could barely hear. "Use your words, sweetheart," Padmé chastised half-heartedly. "I said," Leia huffed, looking up finally, her brown eyes meeting its identical, yet older, counterpart. "Why didn't you tell me about Daddy?" The admission caught the former senator off-guard.

Padmé's brows furrowed, confused. "What do you mean, baby? Of course I've told you about Daddy." About one side of him, anyway. The one of the kind Jedi Knight, her handsome protector. Of her sweet husband, the love of her life. Of the man who was so excited to have a baby, but had fallen along with the demise of the Republic before he had gotten the chance to know that he was a father of two. "No, Mama," Leia argued. "I mean— why didn't you tell me Daddy was alive?"

Before Padmé got a chance to react, Luke bounded into their small dining area, hands clutching a piece of paper close to his chest. "Mama!" Luke exclaimed excitedly. "Look, I drew Daddy!"

He slammed the tiny piece of paper onto the table.

Padmé paled at what she saw.

She almost balked at the words "DADDY" scribbled in his childlike handwriting, underneath the sketch of the galaxy's most feared.

She took a deep breath after a moment of silence. "Luke," she whispered shakily. Her son had a smile so bright she didn't have the heart to warn him of the man — if Vader even was one? — on paper.

The Empire had little of its propaganda on the sand planet; how in the living Force was Luke able to conjure the image of Palpatine's right hand man? Worse, why was Luke suddenly calling him his father? It didn't make sense.

It was Leia who brought Padmé out of her state of shock. "It's not fair!" the little girl cried. "How come Luke gets to dream of Daddy but not me!"

Padmé was having a hard time comprehending. "You dreamt of him?" She asked Luke, who was still eyeing his work of art proudly.

"Yeah!" Luke nodded his head happily. "I dreamt of him, Mama! He had a big black suit and a glowy red sword and he said he was Daddy!"

"Luke," Padmé started again. Kriff, she didn't want to break his heart. "Are you sure, sweetie? It was only just a dream."

Dreams. Force forbid, Padmé had to deal with another one. The last important dream belonging to a certain someone ended up costing her her entire world.

"I'm sure, Mama," Luke said seriously. "He walked up to me and said, 'Luke, I am your father!' He was very tall! Do you think I can get to be as tall as Daddy, Mama?"

Padmé blinked once. Twice.

After everything she'd ever been through, she didn't think that she'd be caught off guard by anything anymore.

She didn't want to believe it. This was all simply a misunderstanding. Luke had been always wanting to meet his Daddy; maybe her baby boy was just projecting, his wishes manifesting itself in his dreams and imagination.

Not all visions by Force users turned out to be true; she was living proof of that.

Padmé watched as Luke continued to boast about his encounter with his supposed father, Leia pouting in jealousy beside him. Right. Luke was just a boy. It was only just a dream. She could already see the difficult conversation ahead with her twins.

But then she couldn't help thinking... why would Luke picture Vader, of all the people? She needed a chat with Obi-wan. Soon. (check out the rest of my stuff: masterpost)

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ash5monster01 · 29 days ago

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A Dead Poet’s Holiday

Warnings: fluff, alive Neil, minor mentions of past trauma, comfort, lots of teasing, mentions of drinking

Summary: Every year the boys make sure to get together for Christmas. After ten years they discover some things can’t always stay the same.

word count: 4.2k

Masterlist

1969

Charlie has never sprinted faster in his life, an older woman cursing him when he bumps her a little too hard on his way along the platform. He couldn’t afford to be late, if he was he’d never hear the end of it. So with his unbuttoned coat flying behind him and the briefcase along with presents spilling from his arms he makes it in the Subway doors just in time. Shutting closed and allowing himself to finally breathe as he rides uptown.

The same went for Meeks and Pitts who had just made their train from Connecticut to the Big Apple. Already craving the comfort of Neil and Todd’s Upper West Side Apartment. It didn’t matter that they all had to squish on air mattresses in the already too small living room and share one bathroom. Anything was better than this train. Especially for Pitts whose neck already hurt from trying to catch some sleep against Meeks' much lower shoulder.

For Knox it was a bit easier, opting to drive himself this year, and even if it was a five hour trek he figured there was no timeline when he was in charge of his travel. As usual all the boys were making the journey to get together for the Holidays. It was important for them to see each other around Christmas, remind themselves how lucky they were to have each other. They all had survived a soul crushing experience together and they were lucky to be out in the world and living it as best they can.

Which was why even Cameron was included, him taking the first flight out to New York City and so grateful he had kept all his friends. Charlie wasn’t entirely fond of this but it didn’t matter. Whatever Neil wanted he got and Charlie would never dare try and say no. So he put on a happy face even though he often wanted to slap one off of Cameron’s. It was Christmas after all, a time to be with the people you love and celebrate with each other. Cameron may be a fink but he also understood them, came from the same roots they did, and for that it was enough to be included.

“Sorry I’m late, why does it smell like that-.” Charlie stops in his tracks. He had just barely made it through the doorway. He eyes Todd at his desk in the corner of the living room, typing feverishly away on who knows what. That’s when an apron wearing Neil stumbles out of the kitchen with a sheepish look on his face and a cloud of smoke pillowing behind him.

“So I have good news and bad news.” He grins as if this sight shouldn’t be concerning. What concerned Charlie more was that Todd was too distracted to even notice the chaos behind him. Had the apartment burned down he’d be partly to blame.

“What’s that?” Charlie asks, dumping his items down on the second hand couch he not so long ago helped them haul up all these flights of stairs. He didn’t often like babying Neil but sometimes it just came out of him. To think he somehow became the responsible one.

“Good news is our fire extinguisher works, bad news is that I burned the turkey. Anyone feeling pizza?” And Charlie can only shake his head as Todd rolls his eyes at the boy. Charlie is already walking towards the phone to place the order.

“I can grab it when I pick up Meeks and Pitts from the train station.” Todd offers and Charlie nods as the line connects with the young girl unfortunate enough to work the weekend before Christmas. He could only imagine the hoards of people last minute Christmas shopping and stopping in for a quick slice. Getting frustrated when they realized everyone else had the same idea.

“Thanks Charlie.” Neil is quick to say when he hangs up the phone and Charlie just laughs before pulling him into a hug.

“That apron makes you look really domestic by the way.” And it’s meant to be teasing but Neil only grins because he liked his little life. Domestic and all. He spent his days running between auditions and performing in small plays all before coming home to curl up with Todd on the couch. It was all he ever dreamed of and he was so thankful to have it. One of these days he’d finally land that big role and he and Todd wouldn’t have to pull together scraps for this apartment way too nice for them.

“The briefcase makes you look professional.” He counters back and Charlie only nods because he had to agree. The honest truth was there wasn’t much in it except for some quick paperwork and snacks. He still wasn’t quite sure what everyone else on Wall Street had in theirs.

“I’ll be back, be good.” Todd calls and both boys wave as they settle on the couch and watch the blonde boy rush out the apartment.

“So tell me about work?” And that’s how the old best friends get into deep conversation over their life and endeavors. Sharing the good and the bad and the details about the pretty brunette girl Charlie met in a bar last week. It’s as if nothing had ever changed but also everything had. At least they still had each other.

“Hey, anybody home!” The familiar shout of Knox comes muffled through the door, followed by his hand slapping against the wood. Neil hops up quickly to let them in and both Knox and Cameron laugh at the sight of the apron tied around his waist.

“Sorry we’re late for dinner Mom.” Cameron grins and Neil glares as he helps take some of the presents out of Knox’s hands. They all filter in, looking just as scrambled and worn from travel as Charlie did a half hour ago.

“Gentleman, Merry Christmas.” Charlie says from his place on the couch as they all get settled in. Cameron is quick to tug the striped scarf off his neck and eye the apartment that was decorated to the best of Neil and Todd’s abilities. A tree too small for the space tucked away in a corner and covered in homemade paper ornaments. Hung over the windowsills was string popcorn, desperate to make the space more lively even though it was probably made from some meant to be Neil and Todd’s dinner one night.

“Seems you’ve made yourself at home Nuwanda.” Knox grins at him, moving to shake his hand once all the items are free from his arms. Neil neatly stacking the presents everyone brought under the tree. By the time everyone got here the stack of presents would be taller than the tree itself but it didn’t matter. At least they were together.

“Considering I’m here getting roped into things all the time it makes sense.” Charlie says, having spent more time in this apartment than his own since living in New York. Really it was just a short subway ride away.

“Where’s Todd hiding?” Cameron asks as he takes both him and Knox’s coats to hang by the door. Neil chuckles as he finally unties the apron from around his waist, already over the harassment that had been coming from his friends.

“I had an accident with dinner so he’s picking up a replacement. Oh and Meeks and Pitts.” Neil tells them and they nod knowingly like this wasn’t surprising at all. After all they were all prep school kids, no one taught them how to cook. It was a miracle any of them had survived without the school or their mothers cooking for them.

“So Charlie, how’s the big job?” Knox asks, settling onto the couch beside him. Sometimes he regretted staying back in Vermont, especially when he saw his friend’s lives here. Yet he’d never change what he ended up with.

“Me? What about you Mr. Big Time, head of his own firm. Congratulations” Knox’s cheeks tint red in the colored lights of the small tree beside him. About a month ago he had been promoted, more than likely courtesy of his father but from all his hard work too. It was also about work life balance, the only thing keeping him sane was the poetry class he taught after hours at the public school and his lovely wife.

“Thanks yeah, it’s a lot but it’s nice. I make good money and now I’m just looking forward to settling down.” Everyone chuckles at the ever romantic boy in front of them. It was no surprise to any of them that Knox was just ready to build a real home with his wife Chris who was stupid enough to marry him. How he ever convinced her in the first place was beyond all of them.

“What about Cameron, working towards being Mayor. Very noble” Knox directs the attention from him as he lightly applauds the red headed boy. Yet his hair wasn’t as dark anymore, already fading with age. The curse of politics.

“Kiss ass” Charlie pretends to cough into his sleeve and Cameron glares at the boy he couldn’t believe he was still stuck with. Dorming with him all those years had to be torture enough.

“I’ll have you know Nuwanda, that the citizens love me.” He states with a hand on his chest, no interest in his teasing or dissecting of his life and job. So what he was a rule follower, why would he need to cause trouble when he had Charlie for that.

“Oh I’m sure.” Charlie agrees with that tone of his, always making Cameron question if it was genuine or not. More than likely not.

“Still cool you’re doing it Cameron, maybe one day there will be Governor and even President in your future.” Neil encourages, intervening before Cameron started to take Charlie’s teasing too seriously. Some things would never change.

“Oh please let me die by then.” Charlie mutters as he looks up to the ceiling, hands clasped together like a prayer and that earns him a glare from both Neil and Cameron.

“Thanks Neil, it’s pretty cool. They gave me an office in the town hall and everything.” Charlie really wants to laugh, tease him considering he had his own office on the 27th floor with a view, but he knew to let Cameron have his moment. After all, he did grow from constantly harassing the kid.

“Look at all of us, another prized graduating class of Welton’s elite.” Knox grins and that makes all of them laugh, basking in the absurdity of it all. Especially since back then they would’ve done everything to fight it. Now they were all contributing members of the working class and somehow managing it too.

“Hey, what's so funny?” A somehow even taller Pitts asks, a frizzy haired Meeks behind him holding a stack of four large pizzas. After the familiar click of the door Todd joins them and they are officially all together for the Holidays.

“Hey, how was the train?” Neil excitedly asks as he stands to join them and free up their arms. Forever a good host. Yet the roll of both boys' eyes shows the train was as it always is. Boring and uncomfortable.

“It got us here, how’s Broadway?” Meeks asks as Todd takes the pizzas from him. Neil grins like the cat that caught the canary. See it didn’t matter if he hadn’t made it big yet, he was doing what he loved and that was something so truly special. Maybe he had been cut off, hadn’t heard from his family in years, but at least he got his greatest wish. Plus he still had his friends.

“Magical.” Is Neil’s only response and Meeks somehow understands before helping organize the presents he and Pitts had brought.

“We better eat before the food gets cold, help yourselves.” Todd grins as he gestures to the table with the stack of pizzas and now the added paper plates and plastic silverware. The boys don’t need to be told twice, having traveled all day and desperate for some sustenance.

Their chatter is quickly replaced by the pop of champagne, Charlie grinning as he holds the bottle up like a trophy. The sight is followed by cheers from each of the boys as they get settled and Charlie pours a healthy amount into plastic cups for them each. Christmas as how it should be. Good pizza, lukewarm champagne, glowy Christmas lights, and all of them together. It didn’t matter that the streets of New York were bitterly cold and most of them lived hundreds of miles apart. They’d always have each other, understand one another, and live life the Dead Poets way.

“Okay, updates people. Let’s hear em!” Charlie says after a while of small talk and making all the food disappear. They’re dispersed around the living room, no one with a proper seat, but it’s the most comfortable any of them have ever been.

“Um well me and Meeks landed our first job.” Pitts offers, the two of them having been trying to navigate their engineering degrees in the city of their alma mater. They didn’t want to return to Vermont and New York just seemed too big so they stayed put.

“Hey that’s great you guys.” Cameron grins and that brings a smile to both the boys faces. It was hard starting from the bottom of the ladder but pretty soon they’d get somewhere. Just like Charlie. Somehow the most rambunctious of them all ended up the most successful in a life he didn’t want. It was weird how the world worked.

“I meet with a publisher after the holidays.” Todd nearly whispers and shocked faces fill the room before each of the boys clap and cheer.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about Todd, we knew you could do it” Charlie says, reaching over and patting his back and a heavy blush covers his cheeks from embarrassment.

“I’m not published yet.” He reminds them but it doesn’t matter because his friends are excited. Besides who wouldn’t publish Todd Anderson.

“Believe it or not but I met a girl.” Cameron offers to bring the attention off of Todd. He wasn’t nearly as shy anymore but he still struggled with so much attention on him at once. After all they had been through Cameron was happy to pull their focus away. Even if it was embarrassing for him.

“Have you talked to her yet?” Pitts asked and Cameron’s glare made everyone laugh, Cameron being the biggest victim to how sheltered they were growing up. He just gaped at women like a fish until he was twenty five and even after that it was only proper conversation he was able to make with no eye contact.

“Yes, her name is Lisa. She’s a secretary and we met at the local bar. Didn’t give me much of a choice, just sat down and said I was buying. Who was I to say no?” And the boys all chuckle at this admission, of course Cameron would fall for a girl who bossed him around. That might be the only thing to make sense in the world.

“No shit.” Knox grins and Cameron realizes the teasing has passed when all his friends look genuinely happy for him.

“I have an audition for a lead part next week. I probably won’t get it but if I do you’ll all receive opening night tickets.” Neil tells the group with a smile he can’t suppress covering his entire face. Yes he was broke, scraping by to live this life, yet right now with his home full of love he couldn’t be any happier. Hope was something he wasn’t yet used to.

“We’ll all be here.” Meeks confirms as if it was no doubt Neil would get the role. The confidence in his ability makes Neil feel on top of the world, or it could be the two glasses of champagne. He wasn’t complaining either way.

“I’m going to be a Dad.” Knox drops his bomb, a soft smile on his lips, and the admission stuns everyone silent. They all eye one of their eldest friends, trying to imagine him as a father, raising a child that could go through all the same things they did.

“Not a chance.” Todd is the first to say and the boy laughs, shaking his head at his blonde friend before taking another long sip of his champagne.

“We found out a week ago, I was freaked out obviously but we’ve been married a year and I have a good job. It’s the right time and she’s really excited.” The look on his face is one of contentment, happy with the cards he had been dealt. Yeah he did end up working in law like his father but he also filled all the other empty spaces with the things that would make him happy. That’s what was important. Balance.

“Knox, that's amazing! Congratulations!” Neil cheers, hopping up to pull him in a hug and Knox accepts it. He held all the same fears for his future child as the other boys did but at least they could support each other. He knew his child would have six really great Uncles.

When Neil lets him go the other boys follow suit, muttering congratulations and embracing him with love and support. Life was changing and they were getting older, even the world was progressing, growing and accepting everyday. Yet what needed to stay the same did, which is why Charlie is quick to pour another round of drinks before holding his cup in the air with that same confident smile he’d worn his entire life.

“To the Dead Poets and the future class.” Charlie says, shooting a wink at Knox. The boys all repeat the words, hitting the plastic cups together before putting back more of the champagne.

With Charlie’s encouragement and enforcement, it’s not long until each of the poets are feeling the alcohol. Cheeks warm in the same apartment and eyeing the soft snow that’s beginning to flutter to the ground. The Bing Crosby vinyl Neil put on an hour ago spinning with no sound as the Holiday surrounds them. It was so much more magical than any winter spent at Welton. It was the kind of night meant to be enjoyed, embraced.

“Let’s go ice skating.” Todd breaks the silence, head turning to him quickly. Todd spots each of their confused faces before rolling his eyes. “Come on, it’s a gorgeous night and I bet the tree looks amazing right now. What do we have to lose?”

“I’m in.” Charlie tips his glass in his direction and Todd grins as each of the boys consider. After all, the alcohol would keep them warm, and a little field trip never hurt anybody. No sneaking out is required these days.

“Let’s do it, I’ve never seen the Rockefeller tree anyway.” Cameron is the next to agree and that shocks everyone on an entirely different level. Yet his agreement is what gives the rest of them the push, all of them collecting their coats, and excited to take on this next adventure.

All with refreshed drinks they hit the town, snow falling around them, and slush soaking the bottoms of their pant legs. They walk arm in arm, chattering about nothing as they make their way to the nearest Subway. This is Christmas, carefree and full of love. It doesn’t matter that Charlie keeps trying to steal Cameron’s hat and that people give them weird looks when Meeks jumps onto Pitts' back for a piggy back ride. Right now it felt like they were seventeen again, carefree and happy. That’s what was important, nothing else.

“Now that's a Goddamn tree.” Knox is the first to say when exit the subway station and starts to blend in with the large crowd. Tourists and locals all enjoy the weekend before Christmas with one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

“Wow.” Cameron mutters and Pitts and Meeks nod in agreement behind him. The tree is as bright as the sun, a rainbow of Christmas cheer and beauty. It’s the distraction they all need as Charlie slips to pay the attendant for all of them to skate.

“You didn't have to do that.” Neil scolds and he shrugs, happy to provide for all his friends. Lucky they got to do this all together.

“I don't mind, come pick out your skates guys.” And the boys shuffle over, yelling sizes as they all receive a pair. None of them have ever actually skated before. Skiing was big at Welton but that was an entirely different world.

That’s how they all end up like Bambi, trying their best not to fall as they glide out into the crowds of people skating underneath the giant tree. It’s Christmas bottled up in a moment, even when Pitts wipes out and brings Todd down with him. Knox laughs so hard he has to stop or he’ll fall himself. It’s then Charlie decides to bump Cameron who does everything not to fall. Legs spinning like Roadrunner beneath him. It’s Meeks who grabs his back and steadies him, allowing him to glare at Charlie who’s being punched in the arm by Neil for shoving Cameron in the first place.

“I’d say this is much better than the old Indian Cave.” Neil says once they all find their footing and start lapping the rink like everyone else. It’s the most fun he’d ever had during Christmas, not a chance they could top next year.

“Just as crowded though.” Meeks jokes and the boys all laugh, having stuffed themselves in that cave and hit their heads enough times for it to be true. There was no doubt New York City was full of people, especially during Christmas. A night like this was worth facing the crowds if they all got to be together.

“At least we’re together, it's going to get harder and harder every year.” Todd points out and they all collectively nod, knowing life will keep going and more things will start to happen. A weekend near the Holiday’s will be harder and harder to accomplish, even with all the distance between them.

“Yeah especially now that Knox is going to have a kid.” Pitts points out and all eyes catch Knox again, still processing this milestone and what it’ll mean for them. When that kid was born they’d no longer be the current generation, everything could change. Even the dynamics of the group.

“I’m going to do my best.” Knox says but they know now to maybe not expect him next year, or maybe they’d return to Vermont for the Holidays. It’s not that it wasn’t exciting, in fact it was some of the best news any of them heard. What was scary is knowing this kid could go through the things they had endured and have to bear the weight of soul crushing guilt. Have the world expect something of them when they're only just a child. It made them want to protect but that was a good thing. It meant this kid was already loved more than ever and would have a support system that defied all odds.

“We’re not worried about that Knoxious, we always make things work.” Charlie encourages, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulder and he smiles as they each top directly in front of the tree. Looking up for what felt like miles as the dazzling Christmas lights twinkled in their eyes.

“Yeah, we’re the Dead Poets Society after all, we live deliberately.” Todd reminds them and they all smile, memorizing this feeling of all being together just as they once were knowing change was just around the corner. Visits will become less and less but the love would always be there, no matter what milestone each of them faced.

It’s the Christmas that changes everything, a new decade upon them. Within the next year Knox would have a little girl, eyes identical to his and bright blonde hair just like Chris’. Todd’s book will get published, hitting shelves by the summer and sky rocketing his career. Cameron gets engaged, a shock to even himself, but happier than he’s ever been. Meeks and Pitts business will take off, designing some of the largest and most intricate structures Connecticut has ever seen. Charlie will fall hopelessly and desperately in love, leaving the bachelor lifestyle behind, and eloping with the girl of his dreams. Then there was Neil, who nailed his audition just as each of the Poet’s thought. He makes it big on Broadway, and just as promised, each of them are there to see. It’s like deja vu sitting in the crowd, just as they once had a decade ago. When the curtains close they start the standing ovation, cheering loud enough to burst their lungs, knowing this time when they meet Neil outside the night will go the way it should have ten years ago. A celebration of love and togetherness like it was always meant to be.

Finally having contributed their verse.

a/n: I had wrote this as a Secret Santa gift for the lovely @happiness-runs but I figured you all would enjoy too. Merry Christmas ❤️

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cr33pz-mck3nna · 1 month ago

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Scary? My god you're divine..

Friday the 13th special! Happy 13th!

Jason Voorhees x Reader

A meeting scenario, a small blurb and then some relationship headcanons!

Warnings: Supernatural/Paranormal themes, blood, death, kidnapping, some parts may be viewed as stockholm syndrome(though I don't really intend to have stockholm in this), mentions of physical, mental and emotional abuse to the extent of damaging maturity growth via parental figures, Jason is traumatized, reader is GN but inspired by Carrie White

• You were going on vacation with your friends, a roadtrip of sorts, you were a very sheltered child so they wanted you to do all the fun kid stuff that you never got to do now that you're an adult and the first stop was to a local campsite Crystal Lake

• When you showed up at the abandoned children's camp you were hesitant to say the least, you found it more creepy than peaceful and you could've sworn that you were being watched...

• You know how it goes, slutty Tina and her horny boy toy Chaz went first bcs it's always the ones who can't stop fucking that go first.

• You tried so hard to escape, Pam had to give you that one! Such a petite little thing you are, barely look used to the real world, and yet you survived the longest and tried to save your friends, you immediately get mama's stamp of approval which means you're not dying today! Expecting to be stabbed by his machete he instead hits you upside the head

• Why did he do this!? What was he thinking!? He's a killer not a kidnapper! Was mama's judgement right?.. As you lay on a decaying old mattress, out colder than sleeping beauty, Jason is absolutely wracked with nerves, pacing around like crazy, he's never done this before y'know! This is a big step for him, one he was DEFINITELY not ready for-

• When you woke up you were...much more docile than he expected- You were tied to the wall by your hands and feet but each limb was tied separately so moving around wasn't an issue, you thanked him for that. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? He just kidnapped you and you're...thanking him for comfy restraints?..He does not understand you.

• Months start to pass and eventually the restraints go with them, Jason decided to move you to a much nicer cabin/house he owns don't worry about how he got it! and now you are practically his little housewife(regardless of gender)- doing all the cooking, cleaning, patching him up after an encounter with a particularly ballsy victim, you remind him so much of his mama, so kind...why?..

Almost a month now...you've adjusted well. You've been through this before with your own parents but somehow you feel more freedom this time, Jason minds his own business and apart from being a killer he's been quite nice, you realized rather quickly that he doesn't know how to speak and have been trying to accommodate to that, living in a quiet house so that you can better hear him and making sure to have a notepad in every room.

You were making dinner that night when Jason came home surprisingly loud for him, the door slamming open and the sound of his boots stumbling on the hardwood floor, you knew something was wrong. You ran to the hallway and saw his covered in blood and bullet holes, not a piece of his clothing was dry and you couldn't tell what blood was his own or from whoever did this to him.

"Jason!? What happened, oh my god-" You yell running over, he reaches for a notepad to respond but doesn't get the chance as you pull him into the bathroom and sit him on the edge of the tub. You order him to start taking off his clothes, he doesn't know which startled him more the request or your demanding tone, as you scramble through the cabinets and drawers looking for a first aid kit. You have no clue what happened but from the paper bag on his head you can guess whoever broke him also broke his mask.

You rush over to the now shirtless Jason and begin to treat his wounds when you notice the paper bag turning a familiar shade of red. You reach up to remove the bag and he grabs you firmly by the wrist, instead putting his broken mask in your hand. "Jason..I'll work on fixing your mask but you need to let me treat the wounds on your face." He shakes his head firmly and you sigh. "Jason...I know you don't like people seeing your face but no matter how you look I am never going to judge you..I need to help you Jason please.."

He eventually caves and let's you take off the bag, you raise it slowly and reveal his deformed and slightly decaying face which would send a chill down anyone's spine but...you just grimace at the large gash on his left cheek reaching all the way to a small cut on the bridge of his nose. You get to work sopping up the blood and putting disinfectant on the wounds, your eyes never leaving his wounds and his eyes never leaving yours, you place a large gauze on the gash and a smaller bandage on his nose and give him a reassuring smile. "There we go, all better!" You smile as you give him a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

Yep. He's in love.

• Boyfriend!Jason who is surprisingly probably the most loving and supportive slasher partner that you could have.

• Boyfriend!Jason who is such a lovebomber, he doesn't do it on purpose, he's just terrified you'll leave him if he can't keep you happy.

• Boyfriend!Jason who has weekly therapy sessions with you to work on letting go of the trauma of his past, you have come to notice he mainly talks about his mother even though he sees her as a saint, it's to the point you wish the bitch was alive so you could kill her yourself.

• Boyfriend!Jason who has nightmares whenever he sleeps which is why he just..didn't- But now he has you, the human teddy bear, to chase away all the bad dreams!

• Boyfriend!Jason who thinks every fight can be solved with a hug, to the point that it is bcs HOW CAN YOU STAY MAD AT SUCH A BBY!?

• Boyfriend!Jason who was so eager to celebrate your first Christmas together you had atleast five trees that year-

• Boyfriend!Jason who despises your parents, has banned any mention of them from your household and has only not killed them yet bcs of you, you're lucky he loves you...

• Boyfriend!Jason who gets an extravagant birthday party every Friday the 13th, he has told you the exact date of his birthday but you have also told him to shut up and enjoy his birthdays.

• Boyfriend!Jason who's glad you're the one he spared.

HEY GUYS! I WOKE UP, SAW THE DATE, AND GOT THIS IDEA! Happy birthday Jason and I hope y'all enjoy! Funfact about myself, I live a couple towns over from the "real" Crystal Lake(yes that's the actually name) and my family's rescue dogs were found there so I like to say they were our little gift from Jason and Pamela. Have a wonderful day my lovely little gremlins! -Creepz

#slasher au #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher movies #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #headcanons #fluff #tw blood #tw death #tw kidnap mention #fanfic #don't like don't interact #don't like don't read

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francixoxoxo · 5 months ago

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pirate billy finding a shell or an oyster with a pearl in it and feeling kind of silly giving it to mermaid reader because she lives with it all but he's just reminded of her when he sees beautiful things and he thinks everything lovely should belong to her. and mermaid reader loves it so much too :)

omg this is such a cute idea I think I went a little too crazy with it

As Billy turns the delicate thing over in his hands, he feels like a fool. You tend to have that affect on him.

His thumb feels over the small ridges of the oyster, hands behind his back. It’s already been cracked open a bit, though he left it to you to fully unfurl. You’re laying on your back in the sand, hands splayed over your belly (which you’re pleased to find is becoming dotted with sunspots, a token of spending time on the surface), and your eyelashes fanning against your cheeks. You already called for him to sit beside you, and sure, he’s shrugging off his boots and sticking his socks into the mouths of them, but he’s stalling. His baby blues are trained on the crown of hair sprawling around your head and collecting grains of sand, the low hum emanating from your throat as you hum a tune a mother’d sing to a young’un.

You already have what he wants to give you. You can find it anywhere, frankly, so what’s so special about the fact that the gift passed his fishhook-bitten and rope-scathed hands? Fact is that he ain’t got much to give. The most he can do is pick frangipani in their fullest bloom to thread into your hair, bend over a bracelet of twine for hours to ensure the rope is devoid of anything that could prick your soft skin, rove his eyes over the surf at low tide until he finds a worthy shell. A nook to lay in, to remain near to him even when miles separate you, a bed in the softest recesses of his heart; that's all he can give you.

"Billy?" You call again, opening an eye just by a crack. The tresses of your hair collect more sand as you tilt your head to see him. What could he possibly be pondering so hard, you don't know, but you know it won't be hard to coax it out of him.

"M'here." He's snapped out of his thoughts, willing his feet to move on the sand, finding it in himself to settle beside you. his feet are in the surf, the cold saltwater lapping at them tenderly. Satisfied with his presence, you close your eyes again, turning your face to the sun. Billy twirls and brushes his fingers through your locks affectionately.

The environment is gently licking at Billy's ears, all of it careful and all of it gentle, not one thing overpowering another. There is the warm breaths puffing from your nostrils, the sea's basin of rolling tides swishing against the shore, the faint twitter and warble of birds in the forest a ways away from the beach. You fit into this place like it was formed around you, like a party moves around a sleeping child on the sofa, the tide at your schedule, the sun at your preference, the wind at your whims. Billy sticks out like a sore thumb, thrown into this world with two left legs, stumbling like a fawn for survival. In the meanwhile, all that was beautiful in nature seemed to be created in your image.

He feels like a fool, presenting a queen with a birch twig when she is deserving of sapphire.

Billy fills his lungs in a deep breath and murmurs, "Got somethin' for you." The smile that splits your lips fills the growing cavity in his chest with a whisper of hope. Your eyes flutter open.

"Really?" Your smile was one that inspired murals. Billy nods, a laugh emanating deep from his chest. Carefully, he unclasps the hands in his lap, lifting a cupped palm to you, presenting the taupe oyster. As you take it into your own hands silently, a nervous feeling creeps up into Billy's stomach.

"I know y'probably got plenty, don't need none from me, but.. I dunno, I thought it was pretty. Made me think of you." Billy rambles, his brows drawing as he watches you. There is a tender smile on your cheeks, as you wedge both thumbnails into the tight-lipped mouth of the oyster. Masterfully pulling it open, not damaging the hinge, not needing a knife to shuck it. Of course you don't need a knife, his strong girl.

There's plenty more he wants to say, sure, he could fill a book with all the words to make up for the embarrassingly simple gift. But once the oyster is pried open and your thumbs are working the pearl out, he falls silent. You smile at him when you hold the small, ivory bead. "It's beautiful!" You lean over, bridging the small gap twixt you two and cupping his cheek in the hand not holding the pearl. His stubble is familiar, the scratch of it on your fingertips welcome. "It's already my favorite."

A breathy chuckle slips from Billy's lips, his eyes filled with a fond awe. You liked it, the thought is light with relief as it echoes in his head. It wasn't anything special to you. But it passed his hands, your man held it and wanted you in particular to have it. As he leans forward, tenderly bringing his lips onto yours, you feel absolutely certain that any gift from him would be cherished more than a bird appreciates the wind under its feathers; more than a fern cherishes the sun lending warm hands to its leaves; more than the sea cherishes the moon, willingly moving to its whims. Billy'd someday admit that he was under a similar gravity. Wherever you go, he will follow.

#y'all cool fact abt frangipani (Plumeria) is that they are the official flower of the island my family is from #and my aunt calls me frangipani off of franci #billy the kid #tom blyth #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x you #billy the kid 2022 #william h bonney x reader #billy the kid pirate au

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bambiiboop · 2 years ago

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What about a reader x joel fic where reader is insecure of her body but joel doesn't care what her body looks like cause he loves her, and shows her how much he loves her with loads of fluff and maybe smut?

CWs: body image issues / insecurity / mild hints of internalised fatphobia / fatphobic language & insinuation

Notes: I went down the fluff route for this one, Anon, I hope that's okay.

It's not that you don't like how you look. In fact, you've spent a lot of time over the years actively fighting the impulse not to.

You've always been bigger. Curvy. Hell, as an adult, you have no problem labelling yourself as fat, because it's not a dirty word. Sure, there are people who would use it as a slur, but you've long since come to the conclusion that that's their problem, not yours.

You've fought tooth and nail to be comfortable in your own skin, in a world that valued your complete opposite.

It seems like nowadays, most people are on the slim side. That, or they're walls of solid muscle from hard labour. Being stocky is an asset; it means you can survive.

Unfortunately, the tendency towards bitchiness that runs in some people didn't get the memo that the world ended almost twenty two years ago.

You're not blind to the looks some of the people in town give you. The sly suggestion that putting you on kitchen duty was a terrible idea, surely you must be sneaking extra.

You know it's bullshit, know that the words are just hateful remarks from people who have never once lived in your skin - either through luck of genetics, or simply from being young enough to have been born into a world on the constant precipice of hunger.

Still. Sometimes the words sting. Remind you of middle school. Of self imposed small portions and your mother's worried expression as you refused cakes, refused sweet teas, refused anything bigger than a fist sized helping, until your aunt had pointed out all of the happy, beautiful women with your body type on the internet, on TV, in magazines and on Broadway.

It had been the start of a long journey of self acceptance, of riotous body positivity, of wearing t-shirts with slogans proclaiming fat positivity, of punching a boy who called you a slur in the balls and getting suspended for a week. That same aunt had taken you to see a musical while you were suspended, had bought you a journal to write in.

You like to think you're a strong person. You've lived through that, lived through the literal fucking apocalypse. But you're only human, and sometimes words sting.

Leave you standing in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, poking and jiggling at yourself with a critical eye that you know is distinctly un-feminist, so unlike you.

Your gaze is critical as you inspect stretch marks. On a good day, those are your stripes. You make jokes about being a zebra whenever Joel touches them, never remotely critical himself.

Joel. He was... something else. He'd come into town with his adopted daughter, remained cold and closed off to almost everyone except her and his brother for months, until he'd seen you make Ellie laugh. Until he'd heard her ask you how to make cookies, heard you promise to show her.

Then he'd started, slowly, to come out of his shell. To spend more time with you. Brought you flowers. Now you lived together, with Ellie just down the hallway, because there was no way in hell a sixteen year old was going to live by herself, even in Jackson.

You're confident in yourself enough to know that you're well matched, but when you get like this? Sometimes it's easy to think differently. To worry that maybe he might prefer someone younger, with a more traditionally, socially accepted standard of beauty.

You're just getting lost in that spiral when Joel comes in from the shower, already dressed for the day in jeans, flannel shirt, and jacket over the top.

"What're you doing, darlin'? You'll catch a cold."

He snags a spare shirt from the edge of the bed, comes to wrap it around you. He's broad as hell, so you can wear his shirts without feeling self conscious. Not that you ever would, anyway, stealing his clothes is your favourite pastime.

"Honestly?" You've always prided yourself on being truthful with him. "I'm feeling kind of crappy."

You let him wrap the shirt around you, put your arms into the sleeves and exhale at the scent of him still lingering in the fabric.

"You think you're getting sick?" His hand moves to your forehead, and in spite of yourself, you smile.

"No, it's not that, it's just..." You sigh. "You don't mind how I look, right?"

Joel stares at you as if you've just spoken a foreign language, grown a second head, and told him you're giving up baking, all in one go.

"Of course I don't mind. What's that even s'posed to mean, do I mind?"

"Because I'm fat, Joel. Because there aren't exactly many women who look like me in town, and people talk, and -"

"Don't call yourself fat." Joel means well, and god he loves you, but he's still got that mindset that older people have where fat is a dirty word, even though you've explained the concept of reclaiming a slur to him.

"I mean. You can. But don't... say it to put yourself down."

The fact that he's listened to your rambles about body positivity makes you feel better.

"People still talk..."

"Fuck 'em. Let them talk. See if I give a shit." He says gruffly, wraps his arms around you then squeezes gently. "Don't care that there aren't many girls who look like you. Makes you special."

Another hug, before his hands rub over your stretch marks, over the softness of your tummy, of your thighs.

"You're perfect as you are. Absolutely perfect. I don't want you to change. I love how you're confident in yourself, and I wouldn't change a damn thing. Ellie needs that sort of role model."

You offer him a watery smile. How is it that someone so stoic can be so sweet when he wants to?

"C'mon. Push those bad thoughts away, lets get you dressed before you freeze. Didn't you promise Ellie a baking day?"

You smile again, lean in to kiss him lightly on the cheek before you glance once more at your reflection; the shadow of your earlier mood gone when you look at yourself, wrapped in Joel's arms, safe and loved and perfect, just as you are.

#my writing #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fic #the last of us #soft!joel

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sopebubbles · 1 year ago

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Chapter twelve coming Thursday August 3rd, 6am CT/8pm kst

Chapter summary: yoongi takes you on a date

Warnings: slight angst (mostly talking about her past), mentions of past abuse, homelessness, fear of abandonment

Honestly yall its a lot of yoongi and oc being freakin soft 😩

Teaser below the cut

Once you got settled in the front seat, Yoongi cleared his throat before he started the engine. "This is for you," he said as he handed you a brand new Samsung phone.

"Oh, I–"

"Before you say you don't need it, just consider that it's for me. I want you to make sure that you have it with you and it's on all the time. I told you that it's important for me to know where you are, so I can keep you safe, so you need a phone. And don't worry, it's not like the newest model or anything. Besides, remember you're agreed to let me provide for you. So just accept it. It has all of the pack's numbers saved already, in case you ever need one of them, and they all have your number already. I'm your emergency contact," he rambled.

Instead of offering any protest you smiled softly and unbuckled your seat belt to lean over and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you, alpha," you said before you leaned back into your spot. You may have wanted to refuse, but he was right, it was for him and not you, not really. If he needed you to carry this thing around in order to feel more secure, that shouldn't be hard for you.

You weren't prepared for more gifts when you got to the drive-in. When you found a spot to park, Yoongi told you to wait while he got out of the car and went to the trunk. You looked anxiously through the back window, but couldn't see anything that gave away what he was doing. Eventually he pushed a large gift bag and picnic basket through his open car door before he joined you again.

"What's all this?" You wondered, looking at the tissue paper sticking out of the huge bag at your eye level.

"Why don't you open it and see?" He teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you got up on your knees to be able to look over the bag, but your scrutiny only made him smile. Pulling out the paper piece by piece revealed two soft round pillows inside, one lavender and one orange.

"I figured you needed some pillows for your nest. I thought these could remind you of me and Jiminie."

Your cheeks and your eyes burned as you pulled out the two pillows, almost ball-like except for how plush they were. They squeezed nicely in your arms when you held them to your chest.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Yoongi asked, beginning to feel nervous when you didn't say anything.

You buried your head in them to hide your wet eyes. "They're perfect." Your words were muffled, but they still warmed Yoongi's heart. When you collected yourself, you placed the pillows safely back in the bag and set it aside. "What's in the basket?"

"Oh, I asked Hobi to put together some snacks for us. But if there are any other treats you want, I'll go get something from the concession stand." Yoongi opened the top of the basket and you both reached for the box of raisinets at the same time. You whispered an apology while Yoongi plucked them out. He opened the box and handed it to you. "I'm going to go get some popcorn. Do you have a drink preference?"

You shook your head and he got out once again to go get more snacks. You shoved a few raisinets into your mouth and put the rest away. Then you pulled out the soft orange pillow from the gift bag at your feet and held it close again. You wondered if he'd already scented it, or if it was your imagination that applied the orange aroma.

The longer he was gone, your mind began to wander. It was hard not to think about all the first things you were experiencing lately. Your very first completely safe, self-made nest, your first drive-in movie, your first date. It had felt like you'd been living for years in the most raw way possible, but maybe all you'd done was survive, and only barely. These new things seemed so small and insignificant to you when they were only abstract ideas, things you would live without because you didn't need them to survive, but now they felt monumentally important as each one carved a memory in your heart. And each one was available to you only because of Yoongi.

#lone wolf teaser #bts a/b/o #bts omegaverse #bts fic #bts yoongi #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts series #bts angst #bts

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xxventiswindblumexx · 2 years ago

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Sorry I've been a bit busy! But I did make this special story for my Smut Soulmate @hitomisuzuya 🥰

I'll be working on requests as soon as possible! Kinda short! 😭

⚠Warnings⚠:Yandere themes, possessive/obsessive behavior, electro play, choking, Dacryphilia.

You actually did it, you managed to escape the Balladeer, a feat none has every gotten but you. On the run now you hid in a small town outside of Inazuma. Your plan was to hide in the City of Freedom, it seemed like the best place to live, away from him. Unfortunately you were still being pursued by him, the very same man who kidnapped you. As if sensing where you were hiding he had already found out your exact location and would be upon you soon. He must have seen that you managed to escape his clutches because of it as well. You didn’t want to see how he punished those that aided you so easily, but for now it was the best option for you. The only way to survive this mess was to find shelter, find allies, and start making plans. You hoped they would help you get through this disaster.

It's been a week since your escape and all seems to be well so far, a small farm had let you stay with them, an older couple took care of it. In exchange of hiding you, you worked on the farm which wasn't too hard. However what seemed to bother you the most was your thoughts, he really had you manipulated, brainwashed into loving him for so long that even though you escaped you can't help but to miss him? It's conflicting everything, you yearned for his touch, his hold yet repulsed by it.

All this and more went through your head at night when you slept and when you got up in the morning. It's just so confusing and frustrating and you felt like crying. This situation isn't good or healthy, you're stressed beyond belief. You need to make it through this so you can move on, then hopefully things will finally clear out.

That morning was went you felt your heart stop, you where in the barn tending to the animals when you could hear his voice outside, he had found you and he was so close to his prize. Following the sound of Electro sparking and the couple screaming you quickly tried to make your way out the back only to run into a large Fatui Harbinger, Childe. He must've aided Scaramouche in finding you, looking down at you with a smirk he managed to grab you before you could scramble to your feet, crying and shouting as the Balladeer made his way to you. Slowly striding up as if this was a fun game for him.

"You had your fun, you tried but failed miserably, maybe next time try not to leave such a visable path in your wake" He hissed annoyed as he got closer, you close your eyes looking away as you felt him put something on your neck, peeking an eye open you see a collar on your neck with a chain lead to his hand.

"She looks quite cute with it, maybe you should've put it on her before this and she wouldn't have escaped" Childe said letting go now that you're in the collar. He only earned a scoff from the Balladeer "I didn't think I needed to, I thought she learned her place" His electric eyes glaring holes into your soul as you felt electro travel up the chain shocking you slightly "I'll be sure to not make that mistake again, let's go this place is filthy and disgusting" yanking on your chain as he walked, Childe travelling behind you to make sure you couldn't escape.

That night was brutal, chained to his bed in nothing but the cute collar you wore for him, just for him. Your body on display for the Balladeer, he took notice that most of the markings he placed on you had faded, maybe he waited too long to play your game, he needed to remind you who you belonged to. You were just another piece on his chessboard, a pawn used to get him what he wanted. But now, he was going to teach you lesson after lesson on how to obey, how to submit to him, how to please him.

His hands feeling your body sending electro through you, watching your body twitch pathetically under him. "You're such a disobedient whore, ill make sure you'll never think of leaving me again, you'll stay by my side until your mortal life runs out, you hear me!? " he shouted sending more electro into you causing a painful scream, warning signs chuckled from him. Your body decorated in these marvelous electro strikes, scaring into your skin, something that won't fade. He enjoyed it, he loved torturing you. The worst part is that you can feel the pleasure coming off of him as you whimpered in pain. A smile forming on his face once seeing your reaction "See what happens if you disobey?"

He continued his assault feeling his cock press against your entrance "I won't be preparing you, you'll just have to learn to take me as your master or accept the pain of punishment. " he laughed shoving himself into you, your back arching in pain and pleasure mixed. Your mind breaking under it all, his cock making a visable bump on your lower abdomen, his hand pressing on it smirking "I'll never get over how well your small supple body takes me so well, you'll never take anyone else like this so stop even trying to escape me, you're mine and mine alone" he hissed as his hips snap into yours harshly . His hand pressed onto your neck forcing you down "I know you're afraid of me but I'm here to save you."

As you felt more volts enter your system the Balladeer leaned in to kiss your lips harshly, claiming you as his own. "You'll soon recognize me as your god, submit to me while you still have a will Mortal! "

he ordered thrusting in deeply inside of you, causing more shocks as he began to pound inside of you "Don't forget you belong to me!"

He fucked you hard and fast and deep, your body convulsing with pleasure in each thrust, tears streaming down your face and gasps escaping from your mouth. He groans as he releases deep, his seed spilling into you, filling you up, you whimpering from the intense pleasure and he smiles "My good little slut" he praised thrusting his hips one final time before pulling out, wiping himself down and yourself soly so his bed doesn't get too ruined. Releasing you on your bonds only to keep his collar and chain tied to the bed post. "Stay here, try to escape again and next time I won't stop Childe from using more extreme measures in finding you" he hissed a warning before leaving the room.

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #the balladeer

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looselipssinkships-x · 1 year ago

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fall out boy lyrics that make me think of the places i grew up

this town is wasted and alone -- death valley -- when i visit, if I'm lucky i get to drive around, and the nothingness is crushing. You go to school, you graduate, if you're upper or middle class you go to college, probably the local one an hour away. You have to drive an hour to get to the good grocery store, twenty minutes to the shitty one. You marry your high school sweetheart, or someone you met in college, you settle down and have kids. You have at least one family member who works for a company you're pretty sure is still just a factory, even though they have fancier names for it now. I look out the window of my parents' house and i can barely see the neighbors' house.

you were the last good thing about this part of town -- grand theft autumn/where is your boy -- i left my best friend in the city i moved from and god i miss her so fucking much. Every time i visit it's like we were never apart. Every time i leave we both wonder if we'd have made it had i not moved away.

i can't remember the good old days -- 27 -- your parents' house is supposed to feel like being a kid, running around carefree. I have not lived with my parents for eight years but every time i visit i wake up with that same chest crushing anxiety and it does not go away. Even when i get back out east it takes me days to feel like a person again.

every pane of glass that your pebbles tap/negates the pains I went through to avoid you/and every little pat on the shoulder for attention/fails to mention I still hate you -- chicago is so two years ago -- i did not visit for almost two years, and then only did so because my grandmother was dying. Had she not been, it would have likely been so much longer. I spent those two years hating that small town, because i thought if i hated it i wouldn't miss it, and it all hurt so much that it wasn't hard to try to hate it. (that didn't work, because even though it hurt, it was still home)

I know I should be home/all the colors of the street signs, they remind me of the/pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house -- chicago is so two years ago -- it's the little things that get me, the parts that weren't so bad, the parts that were even good, the parts that killed me to leave behind. The first dance class i took out east i sobbed the entire two mile walk home.

whoa, can't do it by myself -- reinventing the wheel to run myself over -- this one gets me because every time everything just feels like too much, it's amplified by the fact that i did this to myself, i chose to move away from everyone and everything i ever knew, and it's therefore my responsibility to indeed, do it by myself

we're the kids who feel like dead ends//and the poets are just kids who didn't make it -- i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth (summer song) -- literally all of my friends from home don't quite fit the midwestern mold, and we're all mentally ill creative types. We're in our mid twenties now and have felt like burn outs for years

I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light -- sophomore slump or comeback of the year -- the same best friend from earlier. I worry the small town is crushing her and she's so, so bright.

the best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact is to realize two out of three ain't bad -- i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off (me & you) -- you make sacrifices to survive. Mental, emotional, physical, everyone's sacrificing something just to make it through.

it's all a game of this or that, now versus then/better off against worse for wear/and you're someone who knows someone who knows someone/I once knew, and I just want to be a part of this -- hum hallelujah -- the duality of living in such a small town where everyone knows everyone and still feeling like you have no place to belong

literally all of g.i.n.a.s.f.s. but especially: everybody wants to drive on through the night if it's a drive back home//things aren't the same anymore, some nights, they get so bad//i sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house//it's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you//I've already given up on myself twice third time is the charm//threw caution to the wind, but I've got a lousy arm -- ioh was my first fob cd, and i listened to it on repeat the summer i spent commuting from my parents house to the hospital in the city to camp until i finally got an apartment. This was also the year i spent coming out to myself, terrified of the future and expectations i knew I'd never meet. I was also in love with one of my best friends and god it hurts so much for your first love to feel so wrong

I will never end up like him/behind my back, I already am -- headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet -- when i first moved to the east coast i swore I'd assimilate and no one would know where i came from, but the second I'd open my mouth it would be "oh what part of the midwest are you from?" Over time I've learned to make peace with the parts of myself that are so unavoidably rural and midwestern, but there were parts i resented for a long time, because it felt like I'd never be free from where i grew up

I don't know where I'm going/but I don't think I'm coming home -- alone together -- i remember driving home from a college course i was taking my senior year of high school and just, dreaming of driving on, starting somewhere new

and in the end/i'll do it all again -- the kids aren't alright -- if things had been different, if i'd grown up differently, i wouldn't be who i am today. Also i almost got these lyrics tattooed on my thigh. Still might tbh

you were the sunshine of my lifetime/what would you trade the pain for?//and I just about snapped, don't look back//what would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure -- love from the other side -- leaving was, and is, so goddamn hard. Every time i visit my best friend, my grandparents, i have to remind myself why i left, and why i can't go back, and so much of that focuses on looking forward because if i look at the past too much i begin to romanticize the pain

scar crossed lovers, forever -- heaven, iowa -- i am so inexplicably, irreversibly bound to the people i grew up with like some sort of fucked up trauma bonding. Out here on the east coast, in the cities, it's just different. Even people who grew up east coast "rural," it's not the same. It's strong with friends from the city i moved from and even stronger with my friend who grew up in the same county.

#fob #fall out boy #moving #so much for stardust #take this to your grave #actually a lot of take this to your grave #infinity on high #folie a deux #american beauty american psycho #save rock and roll #from under the cork tree #song lyrics #this got long #midwest #east coast #transplant #long distance friendship #long distance

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 2 years ago

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reminding you once again that the Umbara Arc and the Zygerria Arc not only happened one after the other in the release order but also in the chronological order. so this is what happened to our favourite boy in blue during that time:

looses hundreds of men to a corrupt Jedi General

Friendly Fire

near execution of Jesse and Fives

needs to come to terms with the fact that he and his brothers have essentially no rights, not even enough to stand up to a traitor

realises he needs to figure out who he'd be outside of this war and once it's over

comes to the realisation that him and his brothers are essentially glorified slaves (in my headcanon at least)

and then

gets captured and briefly turned into an "actual" slave

gets to see the jarring similarities

watched his general rage at slavers for days on end while he and his brothers live under simar circumstances

our man went through a lot in a very short amount of time, huh?

and like dont get me wrong, I don't necessarily hate Anakin for this, we know he can be a little out of touch. but it's just the entire Republic, you know? Clones have no rights (that we know of), no pay (that we know of) and there was no plan for what would happen to them after the war (as seen in tbb s2). Presumibly Rex knows all this but hasn't really thought about the ramifications of all of that until the entire Umbara and Zygerria debacle.

But what's he gonna do about it? Just one clone, right? Not really meant to survive this war anyway, right?

but on the other hand I do believe that Rex truly loves being a soldier. And that he truly believes in what he fights for. Maybe not the politicians and maybe not all the legal matters, but Rex believes in defending those backwater planets, with the small families, where the parents work hard for their dinner everyday and the kids go to school and after dinner they go play out in the field in the evening sun. like I genuinely believe he fights for them. and that he loves fighting for them.

#a certain duality to the character #you know?#star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #star wars the clone wars #captain rex #clones #anyway #the clones deserved better

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hinderr · 1 year ago

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i miss wren farvo btw do you have like . any lore about him before nature/nurture happened? like what was he like when he was a kid and where did he live and how was his relationship with samirah and who was his buire, etc etc i wanna know 👀

OLLYYYYYYY if there's anyone i can trust to be a wren farvo enjoyer ik it's you fr fr. funnily enough there actually used to be a wren-centric nurture chapter that like, explored exactly his lore lmao. the chapter involved themes I wasn't ready to write about however (like, I realised I wasn't the right person/didnt have enough experience with them) so I scrapped that chapter in the end. i can give you the lore aspects though! (cut off because, long as fuck)

(also this will make sense in the further context of the post, but I didn't feel comfortable putting these links under the readmore lmao)

palestine masterlist by palipunk

fundraiser for Yousef, a photojournalist in Gaza

esims!! they need those!! help them out

basically though the rundown was that; wren was adopted by his buir at a young age, after the Purge (young enough that he doesn't remember his previous life, not that he particularly cares to look). also, Wren doesn't remember this, but he was actually adopted first before Samirah (Samirah was older, and thus ended being the older sister anyway) (Samirah also doesn't bother reminding Wren about this, if only to avoid his gloating)

the two only had the one parent, the sole survivor of the Farvo clan after the Purge. It, obviously, left their parent in...a state. i never went around to properly naming their parent, since in the chapter Wren only ever called them 'Buir'. then again given the fact that they were living with a covert back then, the atriarch of clan Farvo probably didn't give their name out anyway.

oh yeah okay so; in the nature/nurture verse, after the Purge, Din's covert wasn't the only covert out there. survivors splintered off into many, many small coverts, most of them isolated from one another and thinking they were the only ones. at most, one covert would be aware of one other covert that survived (and usually, to the best of their ability, try to merge coverts to reassemble their numbers). each covert had a different approach to making through the galaxy, particularly Wren's covert not instilling the 'dont take your helmet off' rule

the themes that i mentioned the chapter having was basically; what it'd be like, growing up as a child of a dead people, and what it'd be like when your parent is a survivor of a genocide. how that'd affect them, and affect you and your family, and how hard it'd be to connect to a culture and a community that was ripped brutally out of your hands before you could even speak. wren farvo, essentially, grew up in a graveyard, with his parent haunted by the ghosts of a family he never got to meet, mourning for a home he never got to see. that Wren was essentially a genocide survivor himself, and how he'd struggle to come to terms with his identity as a Mandalorian when it seems the entire galaxy wants him dead

then I started writing the chapter, realised how similar it was to the very real Palestinian genocide going on right now, and proper realised the depth and weight and importance of how I was going to convey this story. i tried my best for a couple passages, but eventually though i realised that, as of now, it's better if I just...don't. not yet, at the very least. regrettably Im not the best person to write about this, i just don't know enough, and i wasn't going to take a bite out of something i couldn't chew so, whoops! into the deleted scenes doc they go. maybe one day I'll pick it up again

back to Wren Farvo lore however !! his parent passed in the way many mandalorians pass during those times, having caught off guard and alone by a group of one too many beskar-hungry thieves. it was a pretty dark and awful time for the Farvo clan, but they thankfully had the rest of the covert to keep them going. Samirah became matriarch of the Farvos, and Wren became the lighthearted grounding force that balanced out her seriousness. they kept each other in check, one from sinking into the burdens of responsibility and duty, and the other from a recklessness that would eventually kill him. when Samirah adopted Jeliaya, it only brought them closer together, jeliaya basically being a promise for the clan's continued existence

as this is all happening, wren's covert had managed to meet with Din's old covert (Din himself not being around, still searching for the kid). together, and with Bo-Katan's crew after a while, they banded and started searching for more survivors. the heads of the coverts (+ bo) eventually realised how easily dwarf planets flew under nearly every radar. then they found the dwarf planet where they settled and struck peace with the locals. for about a decade they settled in, digging tunnels of their own and carving out spaces for themselves in the planet itself. Wren stayed close with his sister and his niece the entire time, having no reason to be anywhere else

but being able to live on that dwarf planet, though - being able to walk out in the sun in relative peace definitely did wonders for everyone's mental health. for the first time they had a planet again, however small. Samirah's work thrived, especially when she started communicating with the local doctors. Jeliaya grew healthy and at peace, her safety mostly assured. Wren did...Wren things, helping out everywhere he could

a lot of that involved him being part of the force that stood against the Dark Troopers; Wren was one of the first few that devised defensive plans, figured out their weaknesses, convincing the Armourer(s) that beskar weapons were, against this enemy, quite necessary since it's one of the few materials that can tear through the Dark Trooper's armour (which is why she never made Din melt down his spear in this 'verse. that, and also I'm a beskar-spear enjoyer at heart). one such mission brought him and his sister to this Imperial fort, where they met Din for the first time!!

meeting Din, Wren's first immediate thought is 'woah, this guy's fucked' and after learning that he's still looking for the kid he lost about 7-8 years ago, came up with the nickname "Or'trikar". for the grief that he exuded like a physical aura, and for the tightness of Wren's own chest whenever he so much as looked at him. Wren and Din grew closer, mostly due to Wren being...Wren and generally clingy to the people he's trying to impress. it works on Din, who ended up viewing Wren as a younger brother

Din definitely wouldn't think so, but to the Farvos it's obvious that for that time, Din was practically one of them. An honourary Farvo, if nothing else. he was practically Jeliaya's second uncle, and he came around to the Farvo residence pretty often, thanks to Wren refusing to let the guy stew in his own room and his own or'trikar

about two years pass, and Wren and Din get paired together to find the source of all those Dark Troopers, and to scout out how to cut the production off at its root. they find the biggest, freshest clue they've had in all their years and Wren, antsy and excited, decided to go on a solo hunt to burn off steam instead of going home. Din pointed him in the direction of where he last left the Razor Crest, and Wren found it (neglected, dusty, but still usable; something something, nothing grand, just a means to an end) and used it to fly around for a bit

unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) the tracker that Gideon put on that ship was still there, and still active. Wren ends up being captured and thrown into an Imperial prison, where he meets this strange kid through the vents who insists on calling himself Asset

and then the rest is history

#i like how long this got lmfao also by the time I finished writing this I sorta sat back and went 'hm. is wren farvo like. palestinian'#ily ollyyy hope youre doing well!! mwahmwah #christ i just scrolled up. ough those are so many words. whoops #study on nature and nurture #hinderr asks #apollos-olives #olly !!#by the way definitely go check out those links I posted ☝️☝️☝️ if you're affected by fictional star war characters' plight then you oughtta #be doubly so by the real people going through real fucked up shit #that said also; if you're somehow reading this AND a zionist I hope you know Wren Farvo hates you #the mandalorian #edit: OH. WREN FARVO IS ONE OF THE FEW CHARACTERS I MAKE THAT DIDNT HAVE FUCKING DADDY ISSUES. maybe there's hope for me after all lmao #(burcyan doesn't count. burcyan has daddy issues. in a sense)#(<- should really finish that fucking chapter ough)

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chey-rewrite · 2 years ago

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The Story of the Person Who Taught Me I’m Still Worthy of Love — Even Though I’m Using Drugs

“It’s Avira. Don’t even worry, you can ask me as many times as you need to!”

She did a little half-smile with a twinkle in her eye that told me she was used to having to remind people of her name. It made sense, considering that she interacted with many people who engaged in chronic heavy drug use, suffered from mental illnesses, and had very high-stress day-to-day lives. When you’re living on the streets and are in a constant state of survival, it can be hard to remember someone’s name. Especially one so distinctive as Avira.

“Avira. Got it.” I nodded and shifted the contents of my reusable shopping bag so the handles weren’t digging into my shoulders as much.

I’d met Avira a few months earlier at a drop-in syringe exchange site; the San Francisco AIDS Foundation’s 6th Street location.

I’d gotten all the usual supplies I needed — needles, cookers, cotton swabs, alcohol pads, etc. One of their staff members had let me know that they had a few other services they offered; Narcan, pizza days and groups in their community room. I don’t remember what exactly I was signing up for, or if I was signing up for anything at all, but for one reason or another I was led to sit down and do some kind of intake process.

The person that greeted me was bright and bubbly, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a familiar twinge of sadness behind her bright blue eyes. “Hi! I’m Avira.”

She went down the clipboard asking me the usual about demographics. Gender, race, age.

Where are you living? Outside, around.

Okay, now I’m going to ask you some questions about drug use. In the last thirty days, have you used… Alcohol, weed, crack cocaine, heroin?

She went down the list.

…Methamphetamine? Yes.

She pumped her fist in and exclaimed “yes!” out of some kind of victory, which confused me. Usually when people are asking me all these questions they do anything but celebrate my drug use. “We’re in the club together.” She elaborated, and then moved on to the next question.

That was the first time I met her. I didn’t think a ton of it at the time, but I’ve since been able to recognize this interaction as one of the first seeds planted that assured me I’m not a bad person for doing drugs. That I don’t have to live in shame, that I am capable of being loved unconditionally and accepted just as I am — whether or not I’m on drugs.

The second time I met Avira is when I truly experienced what it’s like to receive the gift of radical acceptance as a person who uses drugs.

I was walking up Market past 6th Street, up the block from the 6th Street syringe exchange. I was carrying a couple of those Nylon reusable shopping bags that were full of the stolen goods I was marching up the street to sell. I hadn’t showered in a while and probably looked fairly rough, but I wasn’t dopesick at the time so I wasn’t terribly burdened by being stopped and greeted.

I had felt bad that she remembered my name so clearly and easily, yet I couldn’t remember hers. But she reminded me ever so kindly, and with all the reassurance in the world that it wasn’t a big deal that I forgot.

“Why don’t you come join me for a cup of coffee? It’s on me.” She smiled, and I agreed. I was unsure of why she was offering exactly — was there something on her agenda? — but something told me it was okay to allow myself to have some trust in this person.

We were already right outside Ritual coffee, so we went in and I opted for the cheapest, simplest thing on the menu — a small black coffee, no cream or sugar. At the time, I didn’t drink coffee much so I didn’t know many other orders anyways.

We sat down in the coffee shop’s chairs that faced outside through the big, glass-paned window wall. Sheepishly and prematurely I sipped my coffee, then did my best to hide the fact that I’d just burnt the shit out of my tongue.

The whole time we talked I waited with caution for her to pivot the conversation to how and why I should stop using drugs, get off the street, and get my life together. I was waiting for a lecture, a gentle yet ridiculously condescending piece of unsolicited advice, a nudge. I was so used to being shamed, shunned, and stigmatized for my drug use by everyone in my life that I truly believed I was a bad person, living a bad life, undeserving of a good life unless I stopped using. I didn’t think that it was possible for someone, especially someone who wasn’t actively using drugs the same way I was, to accept me as I was — drugs and all. I found that Avira didn’t have any agenda. She didn’t look down on me or act as if she knew something I didn’t. She asked me questions about myself; my daily life, background, hobbies, current favorite drugs to do and what kind of safe practices I used. She listened and laughed with me, told jokes and a few of her own stories. She told me explicitly that I wasn’t a bad person for using drugs, and she showed that so clearly with the love, care, and respect that she demonstrated in our interaction.

I felt something brand new open up in my mind after we parted ways. After all the losses of relationships I’d experienced in the recent years — this one, brief experience I had with Avira made me feel like all of that was okay because I’d learned I was capable of being accepted just as I was. Matted hair and all. Reusable shopping bags full of stolen Rogaine and Nexium and all. Picked skin and all. She listened to me like a counselor, laughed with me like a sister, loved and held me like a mom.

When I think about how new the concept harm reduction was to me at this time, I think of the people using drugs who are out there and haven’t had someone like Avira come into their lives. The people who still internalize the messages that the news outlets portray about people experiencing homelessness and using drugs. The people who still use IV opiates alone and in secret, in their room with the door locked. The people who have been kicked out of their family homes and disowned with an order to not come back until they’ve gotten their shit together. The people who’ve only ever been introduced to a 12-step, abstinence-based version of recovery and therefore deem any idea of recovery unattainable. The people that are on a steep spiral of shame downwards, one that will only progress as their basic human needs are continued to be denied.

Avira is the person I talk about when someone asks me why I want to work in harm reduction. Since being sober and learning about the basic principles of harm reduction, I’ve learned that that’s all Avira was doing. She was literally meeting me where I was at — and allowing me to stay there. It was absolutely ground-breaking for me at the time, but now I know that there are entire organizations, classes, specialties and careers based around exactly these principles and modes of recovery. I realized that that’s the person I want to be to others, in whatever capacity that may be. I want to be the person that helps someone else see that they’re worthy of love and acceptance — drug use and all.

#harm reduction #drug use #drug addiction #recovery #people who use drugs #alcoholism #pwud

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iamdrowninghelpme98 · 4 months ago

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Entry 14:

2024

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September

It’s been a couple of months since I left him again, but it’s harder than I thought it would be. I keep waiting for the whole “it gets easier with time” thing to kick in, but it hasn’t. I’ve only seen him once during that time- recently, when I had to go back to his home state for a previously scheduled doctors appointment. He invited me over for dinner, said I could take more of my clothes and other things if I came by. We’ve only really communicated through texts before that, just here and there. I know I shouldn’t be talking to him, and I definitely shouldn’t have seen him. But I felt like I could handle it.

When I arrived back in his home state, my mindset wasn’t great. The appointment that brought me back to him was because of him. A while back, he hit me so hard that my eardrum ruptured. At first, I was told it would heal on its own, but then, two weeks later, he did it again during another fight. Since then, I’ve never heard the same out of that ear. The muffled sounds, the ringing- it’s like a constant reminder of what happened, what he did. All because my male coworker gave me a ride home, my husband was too high to come get me, and I was too weak to attempt to walk. So now I can’t hear right. I couldn’t afford to get the procedure done back then, and I sure as hell can’t afford it now. But at least I had it looked at by a doctor when I got there. They told me I could get a low-duty hearing aid for cheap, but even that’s out of reach. I don’t even have a dollar to spare.

Money is so tight. I’m so fucking poor. Normally, I’d just go back to the strip club and do what I have to do. But I can’t now. It’s too dangerous for my sobriety. It’s too soon. Every day is still a battle to stay clean, and I’m not ready to be in that environment. The club is full of men, and other dancers, constantly putting drugs in my face. Even if I could be strong enough to resist, I can’t stomach the idea of working there sober. It’s depressing. The things I have to do there? I can’t survive doing them with a clear mind. I can’t. But I need money. I’m already not eating every day- what else can I cut out? I’m in over my head. And still, I can’t go back there, not yet. I don’t want to, I’m trying to hold out.

I don’t want to relapse again. I really really don’t want to relapse again. I’ve come so far. I’ve even thrown away my “emergency baggie.” That baggie had a gram of heroin and fent in it. I’d kept it hidden for weeks- just in case. But I flushed it two nights ago. That was the first time in a long time I felt proud of myself. A victory, even if it was a small, quiet one. No one was there to share that moment with me, but it meant everything. A few months ago, I would have done anything for that baggie. Those drugs were my life. But I’ve worked so fucking hard to make it this far. I don’t want to live like that anymore. I don’t want to be a junkie. That life is hell. Absolute fucking hell.

At this point, I’ve made it past the physical withdrawals, and I never want to go through that again. I don’t think I’ve ever been sicker in my life. I honestly think I would have died if I hadn’t gotten help and gone to rehab. The vomiting, the shaking, the constant pain- I went through that for days. I was burning up and freezing at the same time. My head was pounding, and the withdrawal felt like it was ripping through my whole body. I couldn’t even sleep. I pulled out clumps of my own hair, screamed, cried. I couldn’t keep water down, couldn’t even take care of myself. So many times, I almost gave up.

On one of my worst days, this guy who had 100 days sober stopped by my room and said, “Give it 30 days. If you don’t like sobriety, you can trade for all your pain and misery back.”

Pain and misery. That was the life of a junkie. That was my life. Every day, waking up, wondering how I was going to get my next fix. The shaking, the full-body fucking shaking when I couldn’t get my hands on what I needed. And I needed that reminder, because it wasn’t any better back then.

I celebrated 60 days sober recently- 60 days without heroin or fent. I still can’t really believe it myself. It feels so good to say it, even if I’m just typing it out. Kind of a bummer, but no one came to my 60 day ceremony. I asked a few people, but no one showed up. I of course couldn’t tell anyone how much that hurt, but it did. They all had other things to do, that’s valid. But deep down, I fear they just don’t want to be part of this process, maybe because they think I’ll let them down again. I understand, but it still would’ve been nice not to be alone.

Everyone else at the ceremony had someone there. Family, friends. I was happy for them. Not all addicts get abandoned, I guess. It was heartwarming to see. I ended up Ubering to the ceremony myself. I wasn’t even going to go at first, but I’d worked so hard for those 60 days. I didn’t want to miss it. I didn’t want to let myself down. But of course, I couldn’t even afford the Uber ride back, so I walked for over an hour on an empty stomach, but it was so worth it.

It would be nice to have a sponsor. Someone who could have been there with me. Someone who would be proud of me. Maybe then I wouldn’t have felt so alone. But I don’t know who I would ask, that’s not exactly a position anyone is dying to fill.. and I don’t blame them.

Dinner with my husband was… okay. He brought takeout to his house, and I was so relieved to see a big meal. I hadn’t eaten in three days, but I couldn’t let him know that. So, I forced myself to eat slowly, trying to hide my enthusiasm. The whole time, I felt like a starving animal pretending to be civilized.

During dinner, he made me a proposal: come back home, stop divorce proceedings, and we start over. He said we could go to counseling together, but in exchange, I would have to give him my phone. For how long, he didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. He gave me a month to decide, but if I came crawling back after that, he said he wouldn’t go easy on me. He never does anyway.

I’m almost certain he stole my ID out of my purse that night. When I got to the airport, I couldn’t board my plane home. I had to scrape together what little non-existent money I had left for a bus ride. That’s just him- trying to control the situation, to keep me from leaving, I should have expected that.

And now I’m sitting here, wondering if I’m actually considering his proposal. I don’t know. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m too tired to fight anymore.

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deadxlv · 1 year ago

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Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 19 “Slinked within rugged flesh..torn to shreds- IM NOT DONE YET!!!”

Ground begins to rumble ever so much harder every passing second, the morning rays of purple, red, and blue skies blessing the room with graceful light. Bodies torn of war and weakness got the rest they deserved after so long, but as the day had just begun with the sunlight touching their face only the worst had begun to come. Crackling of leaves and groaning of hardwood frames made the ground tremble beneath them even more as they slept..bodies ignoring the signs of change it was coming with a forefront. From the deep stretches of the remaining forests just beneath them..a ear piercing scream would ring in their consciousness..somber eyes of white cold death would shoot open in fear of familiarity..screams so horrifying it made the trembling halt to a standstill as your soul reawakens to reality once more..

Not ENOUGH!!!

Head shakes in an endless tremor like your whole body is terrified of the insurmountable level of pain trying to tear you in half, scrunching up of your whole face as time past this reminded you of how powerless you were to the larger forces in this world. Clenching of your jaw so tightly some of your teeth chip as the force applied to your body is so strong your practically turned into atomized flesh- Now Fly Away Little Birdy and come back when Your Stronger!

Time Since Passed..

The rapture of the sky above you tearing your body asunder, black skies and peering eyes of death staring your very soul into its own image of creation. Unable to even react your body felt drained of all its strength until this very point where you had one final choice, Live or Die, but with everything cast down to your very own hubris you rip into the stars and call upon this final action.

All Father Poise me with the Strength to Survive

This will be in Kÿr Pov:

The Entities giant fist breaking through the final pieces of your defenses. Unaffected by your most strongest attack you stare on in horror as it instantly vanishes at speeds never before seen and peers it's image on top of you with no remorse. Stars aligning in the sky you quickly jerk your arms to your side and instantly make a several foot thick barrier of the strongest metals you can even imagine just in time. An explosion of air and fractured bone pierces the turbulent skies as your small body is flung off into the distance like a rag doll thrown from a apartment building to the streets below at breakneck speeds. Clenching your jaw so hard you just managed to blurt out a scream, "NnnAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!", tumbling across the skies with your right arm blown to bits and chunks of your ribs piercing your internal organs you are sent off. "Mo-th..DAMN IT!!!". How could I have been such an idiot I should've keep holding it back, hit it with something stronger? Or or or haha maybe have gotten the fuck out of there maybe?! That would've been a better idea r-

Kÿr's mangled body left a trail of blood as he flew through the air, Rajòz striking all around him as he flew over the sole remaining woods of this strange world, shockwaves from the original fight causing tremors all around the world until one final one shook the feline-like creature to his core. Looking back with one open eye he would stare out to the explosions ringing out, "F-fucK! Hijìn! No! DAMN IT!! DAMN YOU- YOU NEEDLESS WHORE!!!!", Kÿr managed to scream out as two giant thrusters formed on his back and blasted him back. He wanted to make it back before it was the undoubted end of his friend, his body ripping itself apart from the shift in force made him vomit blood all over himself as he boosted forwards, right arm flailing all about as he charged forward through the skies he began to yell in pain as he went faster and faster. One remaining eye open as he boosted forward made him spin in the air with no coordination, propulsion stuttering as his body grew weaker and weaker he used all his anger to try to make it back as fast as possible.

For such a frail and small body Kÿr was able to use it to its limits regardless if he was on deaths door, body may be shooting out so much blood, organs may be raptured, systems may be failing, but for any sake of it he wouldn't dare step down anymore..not after his first death..never again! Getting closer and closer to the original fight a strange trace of yellow light would glow over the dark clouds, turning his attention upwards he would stare out in confusion, "wh..gch..What the Fuck Is that?!", Kÿr questioned as he flew over the start of the wastelands. Out from the heavens with blazing horns and soulless killing the Entity ripped itself from the clouds above breaking the sky apart as it reentered the planets atmosphere, the sky caught ablaze as it came crashing down to the planet once again sending a world shattering punch right on the epicenter. Unable to react to such a blinding attack the shockwave erupted from the explosion made it all dark, small flimsy corpse now gone in the attack Kÿr was nowhere to be seen, only the sounds of tremors from the Entity pounding Hijìn into the ground was all that could be heard..

Disgust..filth..torn apart and asunder the world would gently shake beneath your broken body. In a miracle Kÿr was somehow alive but not alone. He was buried beneath the endless amounts of rubble thrown about from the Entities attack, it has been many days and somehow his drive to live keeps him from kicking heel into the afterlife. 'Nnn..N-never..Again!', is what rang in his mind as he slowly clenched his fist staring up into the darkness below all this rock and vegetation. Opening his mouth to scream nothing would come out, but as he did so his arm shot out from the trash and the whole forest floor on top of him exploded off his mangled body and thrown about into his surroundings. Kÿr's body slowly raised itself up from its tomb and as he looked all around his eyesight would begin to waver, blood loss so severe his own mind couldn't even process what to do any longer. Thrusting his left arm weakly to the side the remaining shards of his ability would summon out metallic pastes to cover his wounds, the burning of metal sealing his flesh made him writhe in pain, legs quaking from the shock coursing in his very brain. "Fu..fuh..fnnn..Fu..ck..", mutter to myself as I grab my side..d-Damn it why does it always have to Fuckin Hurt All the damn TIME!

This place is a desolate sack of shit and my sorry ass just had to be launched here, Hell I would've preferred that damn ice continent we saw up in space or even the ocean for all I care..least I wouldn't have to deal with psycho bitches every three miserable seconds. Speaking of Sacks of shit..where the hell am I..it smells rancid as fuck and..wait..this doesn't feel right. Kÿr jerked his head to the right nearly falling to his knees, a quiver from the darkness all around him came out to pierce his flesh, turning around he saw this and would try his best to climb up the small hole he dug himself into. Another dart, another, then another, they would all fly by him as he limped his way to the wall, his nails gripping into the soft dirt would near lose their grip as he ascended. Darts shooting into his clothes nearly stabbing his flesh made him panic, mind all over the place and body using all the adrenaline it had made him forget one important detail..I have a Tail? From beneath his sweater trying to block the main attack his tail would shoot out, the blade severely cracked from the impact would slice through the incoming projectiles so quick it made ringing sounds in his dark surroundings.

"Sh..Ughhh..Fuck..ME!!", Kÿr growled for himself as he thrusted with all his strength in his small feet up and over the ledge of the hole, dart stabbing into his right foot made him tumble when he hit the ground, "Agh! Crap I'm..Clipped!", he said out weakly as he hit the ground. Foot inflamed by the dart caused Kÿr to groan in pain, left hand ripping the dart out onto the ground by him only for his only remaining open eye not filled with blood to scan the area already knowing what's going on. "It's..those things..those parasites..why are there so many am..I..No- there would be no way..", quickly rolling on his side making a crunching sound as his broken bones cracked against his internal organs he would fall about for a while longer, Kÿr's metal implants barely holding him together as he fell face first on a stone ledge facing out into something greater. Breathing heavily the feline-like creature gripped the dirt on the ledge, he quivered in pain as he layed there not making a single sound, body twitching as hes too tired to get up he would pause. Mind slowing down..am I dying..? So soon..I thought I was..tchhh..No..I can't..I'm not even..at my true form yet..I- I'm not dying a second time! I'm not seeing that bitches face..Never Fate..Never Again..you can..suck my Dick!

Sounds of slithering of the parasites down the ledge towards him made him forcibly stand up using one hand only, stabbed leg grew numb from possibly a neural-toxin injected straight into his system. An explosion from the small ledge and Kÿr was tumbling down onto another small crevice on this canyon wall, punching the ground with his worn down claws he made himself stand once more to face a haunting reality..this really..is confirming my suspicions..this is what she's been hiding the whole time..she has to be here..there's no other chance she isn't..V you bitch. Looking down the canyon Kÿr would be a small spec of dust compared to something so truly massive, it was a bulbous strange plant matter ball taking up all the space, it's body writhed around as rippling pieces of it slid off its human skin like folds and into the earth beneath it, tears in its seems ejected small fleshy particles..are those..new parasites..is this the..Hydra?!

Kÿr took a step forward and by accident walked over a tentacle laying just beneath his feet almost as if placed there intentionally, from the center of the fleshy mass which was so large it covered the horizon in its size, it would break open letting large parts of itself unfold into the open air. Deep reeking stench of rotting corpses and death seeped from the unfolded being in front of him, it's flesh-like petals stretched out revealing a large hole in the center where the stench originated from, the gases so prominent it filled it with a odd green gas. Just barely over it in size Kÿr could just make out what it was, "It's..I-it's like a flesh flower..with a deep anus as a center..what the..fuck..your telling me this is where..", Kÿr could barely hold in another vomit of his own blood on the ground as the stench reached his nose. "Augh..this is where Hèr'La came from?! From this th-..", he was interrupted by more darts coming from the flesh of the parasites following him down, it was like they were leading him down to be consumed by this horrid mass of flesh and rotting corpses. Who could even make such a thing? how could such a thing even exist and no one else know about it?, Kÿr questioned as he just barely slid down the canyon side getting ever so nearer to the bulbous mass in front of him, the stench growing worse and worse as he grew nearer..except for the feeling of being watched growing worse and worse..

Tumbling as he fell on the ground Kÿr looked all about to try and see what he could do or even where to go. The Hydra would fully open up its flesh petals and begin screeching out to the sky almost as a threatened call, an intruder and sadly the poor Kÿr was in its home turf where none have ever crossed before. Kÿr on his last legs charged through any parasites he met on his way, tentacles strewn all over the place turned a used to be canyon into a cesspool of shit and dead bodies, the remains of dozens of creatures Kÿr has never seen before were all piled up here almost like a pod to store food for the main monster. "They ..really think I'll just turn Heel..and Die..Hehhh..well they're wrong..better yet I'd try my ass off to even Kill this thing with all I got..!", Kÿr proclaimed as he stood on the bodies of the dead around him and faced the giant wall of the Hydras body which reached so high it touched the clouds above. Thrusting his left arm out towards the Hydra, planting his feet on the dead beneath him, and forcing a smirk Kÿr slowly moved his arm back as he began to charge his energy, his remaining open eye would surge as it collected the final bits of Rajòz energy stored within his body and pulsed it straight into his arm. Parasites would begin to conjoin together forming fleshy masses of filth and dead bodies jerked all about as more parasites came from below after feeding on them ever so slowly, they came from all directions as fast as possible trying to stop this madman from dare attacking their spawn.

Rajòz energy surged within his arm infusing his next attack with said energy, jaw clenched he braced his stance, parasites lunging at him from all angles, Kÿr would smirk and turn his right palm into a small laser canon and proceed to shoot a full force blast of the energy so strong it made him go flying back from the blast. Him tumbling back made the laser slice all around at the Hydra's weak flesh causing it's disgusting acidic blood to pour everywhere and for all Parasites to scream out in pain, they writhed in pain as if they were the ones hit from the attack directly. Kÿr broke through the rugged walls of the canyon with such speed it made a deep hole of his entry, but before he could even retract his hand a near number of infinite spikes and darts stabbed into his flesh from outside, into his cheek, his chest, his legs, his face stabbing out of his eyes out so incredibly quick he couldn't even react. His extended hand twitched out from his nerves barely able to send pulses anywhere in his torn apart body, Kÿr layed there full of stab wounds and holes everywhere with a smile on his face, ever so last bits of his breath quietly stuttering their way out of his torn apart lungs..d-da...least..I..made..a..impact..friend..heh. His mind went silent..

Ripping from the depths of the horde of parasites that stabbed into Kÿr's body one of them would retract its tentacles to reveal a hand hidden amongst the fray, the hand was a soft light baby blue and it was the one that stabbed into the small feline-like creatures extended palm. Gently the hand would cusp Kÿr's and would pulse the downed feline with a soft green energy, the stab wounds slowly closing up and blood stains leaving from the felines clothes till it was completely clean. The parasites by it would screech out in discomfort from this unique energy as they all retracted and began to surround the revealed hand, energy pulsing faster and faster Kÿr's closed eyes would stammer for a second as some air would just barely make it into his lungs, but with muffled screaming from the horde a explosion of light would send the whole canyon on top of them. All was quiet and peaceful...until- warm loving arms embraced your small body, reeking smell filled the air, but the ever loving embrace of the world came back to you in this free state of pain. Just capable of making it out..you were being hugged, sounds of the Hydra screeching in pain as it tried to recover would emanate so harshly it sent continent wide tremors that thrashed the surrounding forest apart. Massive tentacles that stretched for hundreds upon thousands of miles ripped themselves from the ground all around you and swayed in multiple directions, "it's gonna be okay..focus your strength..think about the world you wanna make..loving and peaceful..where everyone can enjoy themselves and be fruitful regardless of their past..focus it Kÿr..and..let it all out..", a delicate voice said in your ears so familiar it made you reawaken in the reality strewn out in front of you.

One of the massive tentacles dozens of feet across would erupt from the earth beneath you and come crashing down to make you know your place, from the pits of your soul a flame erupted into a worldwide wildfire and as you let it out you finally plant your feet, grit your teeth, and fuck all who oppose you. Hand turning into a gigantic metal clawed gauntlet would thrust up and catch the tentacle before it even had the chance to crush you both, throwing it off to the side you make your hand back to normal and grab..

Propulsion fully charged in your systems your out of the canyon and back onto the main forest floor, the tentacles writhed around below as the Hydra tried its hardest to heal by consuming its young, but this wasn't even near enough to kill it and it was damned to try and get pay back. Turning around as you landed to head in forward you pause as you realize what you have just done..what just..saved me..who- From the faults in your mind out of nowhere your face is softly grabbed and yanked into a passionate Kiss, eyebrows shot upwards in shock as you look forward only to see no one but Hèr'La in front of your very eyes. As she pulled back she would smile looking down at you, "Wh Wh hHhhhh HÈR'LA?! Your alive?!", Kÿr sprang forward absolutely in shock and held her tightly lifting her in the air off her feet. She would giggle out in embarrassment but in glee as she hugged his head, she was slightly skinnier, skin slightly lost some color, and her hair was a faded pink like white color, but as you set her back down she was nearly falling onto the ground in weakness. You catch her and look up to her, "H-Hèr'La are you Okay?! Where? How? I thought you were dead?! We thought you were dead..", Kÿr exclaimed in worry as it didn't even process in his mind she had just Kissed him a moment prior, his gray furred face turning into a red explosion of embarrassment as he looked around completely flustered

Hèr'La would lean against a dead tree and take a deep breath, glancing all around almost as if she was watching out for something or even someone. Turning back down to Kÿr she would say, "I-..I've been there..for so long..I forgot who I was..V she..she left me with that monster after we argued..I-I..then those things kept attacking me..And one jumped on me..then it went dark..they turned me into a monster..I wasn't even myself as it took hold..till I saw You! And everything started making sense again..Kÿr what are you even doing here how did you even find this place", Hèr'La asked in concern as she tried to move to Kÿr but soon faltered having to lean onto another tree to stay upright, her body had been drained of so much energy she was near unable to even stand upright anymore. Kÿr held her side blowing the embarrassment out of the water as he tried to keep her upright, "I was..nearly killed by your sister..she ambushed us out of the blue and killed so many people- Hijìn went out of his way to fight her but when I got the chance to see her again she looked crazed out her mind..until..one of those things came out of her..those parasites...it had infected her and turned her into this giant monster thing that nearly blew me to bits..and I woke up here after it hit me away..", Kÿr said with a worried look on his face, "But forget about me I'm more worried about you- I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to you that day..I knew I should've done more..I should've been able to protect you from her". "Heh she is my sister you know..so that's kinda impossible", Hèr'La said weakly before Kÿr interjected again, "regardless she meant you harm and wasn't in the best intentions for you..I may be small and not the strongest person around but I'd lay down my life for those I love..a-and..your one of them Hèr'La, can never forget those talks we had back at the camp for those nights felt like an eternity..you've got no idea how much I've missed you", Kÿr said looking down in a bit of shame, Hèr'La looking down at him passed her hand softly down his head to his cheek, "I-I..missed you too Kÿr..everyday passed made me fear for the worst..I have no natural immunity and it's scary to think that someone such as my sister who does have it managed to get infected..this thing the Hydra..there has to be a way to kill it for good w-..". Hèr'La was interrupted by some strange laughter emanating from the woods around them.

From the darkness of the woods around them a cloaked figure would emerge, it's arms torn to pieces would reform into clawed hands with odd growths ripping from beneath their clothing. Kÿr burrowed his eyebrows as it approached, Hèr'La trying to move him behind her would prove fruitless as Kÿr walked ahead in objection to this stranger. Ripping words from its bony mouth the creature would speak, "KÿR..U..where your M-mAster..Hijinnn..?!", Kÿr scoffed and responded as he summoned many rifles to his side which hovered around him aiming themselves down at that being, "I ain't anyones pet nor anyones my Master..so fuck off you disease ridden fuck and go gargle on the balls of that Hydra..", Kÿr responded in a cocky attitude as the Stranger kept approaching. Hèr'La growing worried would grab on Kÿr's shirt and try to pull him back but again it was to no avail. The Stranger would ever so slowly pull back its hood from its head to reveal itself, "M-Ma'ire?!" Hèr'La questioned in a worrisome tone as she saw that beings face, "Y-yes..now come to me Hèr'LA!..let us populate the world with your endless power of life..and create a new age together!", the Stranger boasted out as the black and red serrated tentacles tore itself from Ma'ire's rotting corpse and into his eye sockets. "And do please tell..Hijinnnnn...mmmmhhehhhhmm..that the Chieftain is dealt with..", "What!?", Kÿr questioned in shock as he look horrified to it all as the Stranger vanished instantly and reappeared right by them before snatching Hèr'La on the spot.

Horrid scream rang through the woods as the sharp tentacle made hands stabbed at her flesh as it picked her up, her golden blood seeping onto the creatures flesh as Kÿr growled out in abject hatred and charged at them. The Creature swayed Hèr'La around as it strikes at Kÿr incredibly fast, blades clashing with claws as Kÿr counter attacked with a multitude of blade swings, dodging left right and up as it tried to slice him apart. Fully healed and jock full of energy Kÿr would try to shoot but just as he tried the creature would hold Hèr'La forward using her like a meat shield causing Kÿr to stagger and hold back fire just enough for the creature to near infinitely extend its arm pounding Kÿr through the tree line, "I didn't care for those people..those mute Mutts! All I cared about was monitoring you two till I had the chance to kill you, But Vìrkä got to you first and so now with the prime change to eliminate all in the way of Fate YOU ARE DEAD!!!", the creature said in glee before Hèr'La turned around in its claws grip and began stabbing at its face with a sharpened tree branch she managed to rip from being trashed around. Screaming out in pain it would jerk around trying to defend itself from the stabbings. Running on the extended arm of the stranger Kÿr came from the shadows not even with a scratch on his body as he came forth and rocket boosting his movements he kicked the creature square in the face sending them all tumbling.

Rolling further into the forest Kÿr would skid along the side of the creature and berate it with endless showers of hellfire, guns glowing red from how fast they were shooting the rounds Kÿr swerved under a counter attack from the creature only to jump on its face and punch it over and over and over and over again with large steel knuckles. "Let! My! Girl! Go! You! Piece! Of! SHIT!!!!", Kÿr screamed out as they fell off a small ledge and right into a small patch of woods, the creature healed its cracked skull face and smiled as it was futile, but before it could open its mouth to speak Hèr'La would full force kick it in the jaw while still in its grip. The creature staggered for but a moment before Kÿr came and kicked it in the face as well, the two would kick it back and forth each time pissing it off more and more till it slammed Hèr'La into the trees while still in its grasp and punched Kÿr away with its other arm. Tentacles seeped into Hèr'La's body taking hold of her power of growth and life making the creature grow larger and larger with each passing second till it was making the ground crumble beneath its very step, "BwaGhhahhaha! This is my proclamation I spoke of you Rodent! Seeing the truth Fate spoke to us gave us this power and with Hèr'La's power we shall rule this planet with rotten soul gripping tyranny!", it boasted out as the screams of Hèr'La rang off in the distance, the tentacles practically sucking her soul with each passing moment. Growing ever so larger the creature stood upright as its clothes blew off of it till it was a tentacle growth ridden hulking beast that stood over the trees, the Hydra roared off behind it as if it was preparing to attack as well. Kÿr erupting from the treeline would look around for his woman, "Hèr'La where are you!?", he yelled out pissed as hell as he sliced at all the red and black sharp tentacles coming at him from the ever so growing creature.

"KŸR'U?!"

Kÿr would turn around after hearing his name believing it to be Hèr'La only to see it was Hijìn. His face lit up a bit as he approached, Hijìn staring out at this thing with eyebrows burrowed would snarl knowing what this is..round two of this unbeatable parasite. Yet, as Kÿr approached from behind Hijìn came Vìrkä, her presence instantly making him pause and his whole demeanor changing, "Wh..h..I..g..that WHORE!!!", Kÿr screamed out towards Vìrkä who saw all of this then faced Kÿr with a confused look on her face. Hijìn noticed this and would try to reason with Kÿr trying to approach him, but he wouldn't be able to fast enough as through all the chaos Kÿr would arm a large rifle in his hands and aim it at Vìrkä, "You Meddling bitch! You nearly kill me! Made me believe my friend is dead! Kill my friends! Considered close enough to be family! Kill more! Made me think Hèr'La is dead! And is the reason why this is all happening! I HATE YOU!!!!! I WILL NEVER STOP HATING YOU- Y-YOU BITCH!!!". The tentacle of the creature slamming down in front of them as Kÿr yelled out in fury and shot endless rounds wanting revenge for all that has happened, luckily all the bullets hit the tentacle just in time, but with the resonating message Vìrkä stared back at the feline-like creature and ask.. "H-Hèr'La..is..alive...?".

A horrid reunion of many tides of people, seeping of souls from deep within, a grave struggle, and a never changing heart. You stand there with weapons drawn ready to kill those in your path, she struggles to ward it off and resist the absorption once again, creature bellows out in glee as it doesn't even see any of you as a threat any longer. For- fuck all that! I want her dead! She must Die! Fuck all of this fate crap that bitch must DIE! This is all her FAULT! She can never be forgiven..I HATE YOU I WILL NEVER STOP HATING YOU!!! DIE BITCH DIE I-I CANT ANY LONGER JUST DIE!!!

I..I..I'm sorry..

JUST FUCKING DIE YOU NEEDLESS FUCKING WHORE!!!!!!!

#action adventure #male protagonist #oc story #original story #forgonelands #forgonelandsoc #furry friends #secondarc #parasite

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