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[0500] Monday the 13th

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[michael robinavitch x offspring/daughter reader]

[tw: depressive thoughts]

[summary: no matter what your dad might think, the spreadsheet doesn't lie]

[a/n: this series is going to be incredibly self indulgent. i'm writing this for me, and I'm kind of really proud. no matter how this turns out. hope you enjoy :)]

MASTERLIST

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[0500] Monday the 13th

Monday is a fucking bitch. You wake up groggy as hell, with your body refusing to cooperate an inch. Monday isn’t any different from any other of the week. The same grogginess. The same frustration. The same crushing, desperate plea from your body to stay and rot in bed. There’s nothing for you out there. Not anymore, at least. You’re a failure, and reminded of it everyday.

Wait. Stop. You have to stop thinking those thoughts and believing them. Remember they’re just thoughts. Okay. Thank you, and goodbye useless thoughts. This suffering serves no purpose. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Repeat. Repeat.

Your hand reaches out to grab your buzzing phone, turning it on displays a bright light that reads 5:35am. Eyes squint to adjust to the offence against your pupils. Monday, the 13th.

Scroll through your feeds. Answer texts from Emily. Check your email. Sitting up, you feel around your bed for the earbuds that fell out of your ears overnight. Small hard lumps touch your fingers and you grasp them. Arising from the safety and comfort of your bed, as you get ready for the day.

Brush your teeth, take a shower. Get dressed, moisturizer and deodorant. A spritz of perfume. Grabbing your comforter and fixing it over the bed to make it look neat. Fluff the pillows.

Meow, you hear outside your bedroom door. Opening it reveals your cat, Reginald. A true gentleman, here to remind you that he would like his breakfast served, preferably on time and before 6am. He sits so prim and proper in the hallway, impatiently waiting for you.

Crouching down, you pick up his small potato sack of a body. Placing him to rest against your shoulder. You make your way to the kitchen of your 2-bedroom apartment. You pause at your Dad’s bedroom door, putting an ear against it. Loud slumbering snores can be heard through the wood. You remember him coming home last night, but you don’t know if he ate, or just went straight to bed. You were in your room trying to study for an upcoming exam this week. The creak of the front door opening alerted you to his arrival home. A couple of shuffling sounds and the closing of his bedroom door was the end of it.

The full plate of cellophane covered lasagna on the kitchen island, tells you that no, your Dad didn’t eat last night. But maybe he’ll eat breakfast this morning. He never works this day, ever since Dr. Adamson died. When you look at him, you know that it’s still a wound that never stopped bleeding. And the day drains all the blood from his body through that opening in his heart.

Maybe you’ll finally be able to spend the day together. It’s been so long since you’ve spent quality time with him. You understand that his job is important, and that he saves lives every day. But you’re important too, aren’t you?

Conversations are had between doorways, texts, or voicemails. They’re short and brisk. You actually see your Dad, maybe a total of an hour a day. 30 minutes in the morning if he eats breakfast, and 30 minutes at night if he’s not too tired to eat dinner. Sometimes you don’t even get to see him at all. Both of your schedules never allowing a time to interact. Him, busy with his job. You, busy with college. That’s the excuse you use, anyway. If anybody bothered asking.

Independent. That’s what you’ve been called by your peers and elders since you were old enough to remember. It’s always just been you and your Dad. Had to be independent. Had to be able to survive on your own for long periods of time. Dad’s working a shift. He’s gonna be there a while.

The sting of bacon fat on your hand brings you back to reality.

You look at the clock hanging above the fridge. It reads 6:30.

The bacon looks crisp and ready to be taken off the heat. You grab a pair of tongs and plate the bacon. Taking two eggs from the fridge, you crack them over the pan, letting them drop and sizzle on the leftover bacon fat. The toaster makes a sound, and you look over to see that the bread inside is done, and sprung up.

Watching the sunny side eggs sizzle, you hear familiar shuffling sounds. Strange, he normally sleeps for longer if he has a day off. You didn’t expect your Dad to be up for another half hour. He sounds hurried. A prickling, heaviness, crawls onto your shoulders. They involuntarily make you hunch. You massage and roll them, in a poor attempt to shake off the oncoming dread.

It’s his day off. It’s your day off, too. You’re going to spend time together. Finally.

He steps into the shared kitchen, dining, and lounge area with a hastiness to his step. He was wearing scrubs underneath his zip up hoodie. Making a beeline to his work bag, he greets you with a, “Morning, sweetheart”.

Your eyes furrow, the dread becomes a sinkhole in your throat. You cough to clear it before replying, “Morning. Dad, where are you going? You never work today”.

He’s still rearranging the things in his bag. He won’t look at you. “I know, honey. But they called and asked me to come in. They’re short on staff, and it’s gonna be a busy day”.

“They’re always short on staff. And it’s busy every day”.

He just chuckles, as if you’re telling a joke. And not telling him a statement.

He moves back to his bedroom, presumably to grab another item. You face away from the stove and toward the hallway, calling out, “You’re still going to eat breakfast with me, right? You didn’t eat the lasagna I put out last night”.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I can’t. I’m running late already, and I need to go”, he shouts back to you. Remorse isn’t what you hear, but an awkwardness instead.

He rushes out of his room, straight to the doorway, putting his airpods and sunglasses on. Opens the front door, and leaves with a parting, “Bye sweetie, have a good day!”

A slam is heard, as he shuts the door on his way out. The smell of charcoal wafts into your nose. Hurriedly, you turn back to the stove. The eggs are burnt.

Reginald, forgotten by both you and your Dad, makes figure eights around your legs. Butting his head against them. Telling you that, at least, he’s here.

You pick him up, and press his little warm body against your. Burying your face against his soft fur. Wetness gathers in your eyes, and itchiness in your throat. A small sob escapes from your lips. You squeeze Reginald, just a touch more.

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A short cry session later, and you get your shit back together. Just because your plans for the day were disrupted, doesn't mean you don’t have other things that need to be done. There’s a list of errands to be settled today, and you have a practice lab session in the afternoon.

Turning on your tablet, you review the lists of tasks to be completed today. You open a spreadsheet folder, containing an ins and outs record for both Reginald and your Dad. After writing down what food Reginald was served for breakfast, and how much he ate, you open your Dad’s.

01/10/2025

Breakfast: Eggs and Bacon [X]

Dinner: Spaghetti [X]

01/11/2025

Breakfast: Pancakes and Fruit [X]

Dinner: Steak, Mash, and Asparagus [X]

01/12/2025

Breakfast: Oatmeal with Granola and Yogurt [⅓]

Dinner: Lasagna [X]

01/13/2025

Breakfast: Eggs and Bacon [X]

He’s been running on nothing. Basically hasn’t eaten at home for days. Is he even eating at work? With how busy he is, you doubt he even leaves the ER to drink water. Is he even drinking water? Do you need to start monitoring that too? How would you even be able to tell if he drank any or just dumped it out? Assess skin turgor, maybe. Asking your dad what colour his pee is and getting a renal panel might be too much. You don’t think you could trust him to be honest if you asked him how much water he drinks. Coffee doesn’t count, that’s a diuretic. Whatever water you drink from it gets peed out anyways.

STOP. Stop. stop.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. In. Out. In. Out.

Okay, if he doesn’t want to eat at home, that’s fine. He should at least have something filling and homemade to eat at work then. Where he doesn’t have to worry about whether it's contaminated with hospital infections or not.

Check the time. 11:30. Close enough to lunch. You can make a quick stop by the ER to deliver him some of the lasagna you made last night. Heat it up in the oven, pack it, stop by the ER, errands, and then to practice lab.

The lasagna gets a quick blast in the microwave, before being packed in a thermal lunch bag. You shrug a light coat on, and grab your shoulder bag.

One last glance at Reginald before you leave, “Bye, Reggie. Behave yourself, okay?”

He opens his eyes to give you the most judgemental expression a cat could muster. You smile and peck him on his head.

You leave the apartment and make your way to your Dad.

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You don’t visit the ER often. Could count your visits there on one hand. The bright light bothers you to no end. And the busy noise and endless chatter makes a buzz in your head that’s hard to ignore. This place is a kind of hell. Lives are lost here, but they’re mostly saved. You wonder if that’s why your Dad keeps coming back. Because maybe he feels that, if he leaves, the scales will tip to the other side. Does the God complex come before, or after he became a doctor?

You bypass the waiting room, there’s no point in waiting to be seen for a medical issue when yours isn’t an emergency, unless assessed by a professional that you’re a danger to yourself or others. If you stay too long at the ER, you just might be. Best to be in and out then.

Making your way to the nurse’s station, you spot a comforting face.

“Dana!”

Dana Evans swivels her attention to focus on you. Her eyes widen slightly, in recognition.

“Sweetheart?”, she calls out. “What are you doing here?”

Her perfectly plucked brows are making groves between themselves. Seeing you here is a rare occurrence. Like a unicorn sighting. She knows how much you hate visiting the ER. Hates that it takes your Dad away from you. She’s scared you might be here for something serious.

“I’m here to drop off lunch for Dad,” you explain. “Do you know where he is?”

“I’m sorry honey, but he’s kind of all over the place today. Why don’t you leave it here with me and I’ll make sure he gets it.”

You pout, and pause.

Dana catches it, and with concern, asks “What’s wrong, hon?”

Your eyes flutter back and forth from Dana’s eyes, to her scrubs, the desk, her ID badge, and back to her face. A sigh is released, and you look her in the eyes. “Dad hasn’t been eating well at home for the past few days. Or like, at all.”

You take out your phone and pull up your Dad’s meal record. Handing the phone over to show her. “See? He’s had almost nothing at home for the past couple of days. And I don’t know if he eats lunch at work. Even if he does, that can’t be enough for the amount of energy he burns here”.

Dana hands back the phone to you and purses her lips. “Kiddo, I know you’re worried, but don’t you think keeping a record for what your Dad eats is a little invasive?”

“I know, but if I didn’t keep a record, then I wouldn’t know that he’s been too busy and tired to even meet his basic metabolic needs. Besides, I keep an ins and outs record for Reggie.”

With raised eyebrows, Dana gives you a look and admits, “You got a point there”.

She takes your hand in hers, and the thermal lunch bag with it. “Okay, how about this. I promise to get this to your Dad. And, to take a picture of him eating it. I’ll send it to you during his lunch break. He’s due for one soon anyways”.

Warmth and gratitude fills and overwhelms you. Your arms wrap around Dana in a tight embrace. You press your face to her scrubs, and you can smell antiseptic and hand sanitizer.

“Thank you so much Dana”, you mumble into her clothes. “You don’t know how much this means”.

She returns your embrace with the experience of a mother, who’s hugged her children the same way more than a hundred times over. She rubs your back in gentle circular motions. “Of course honey, it’s no trouble at all”, she reassures you.

Pulling away from each other, Dana takes a good look at you. Holds you by the shoulders, and declares, “Now get outta here, before you start smelling like hospital”.

You giggle, and Dana sees how exhausted you look. There are bags, deep under your eyes. Despite worrying about your father’s dietary habits, you should worry about yours too. Cheeks, more sunken than when she saw you last.

Walking to the exit, you turn back to look at the man made disaster of the ER one more time before. And then you leave. There are errands to do after all. Someone has to get them done.

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Dr. Robby wouldn’t say this day has been horrible, but he wouldn’t call it peachy fuckin keen either. Gloria on his ass all day. Students here for their rotation. Collins is acting weird. And he can’t even get a minute for himself to take a goddamn piss.

“Robby!” He hears Dana call his name out from the nurse’s station. Her arm is raised, and it’s holding up a bag.

He squints. It looks familiar.

He jogs up to Dana, “What’s up?”

Dana gives him a look, “Your kid was here earlier to drop this off”.

He looks at the lunch bag that she holds in front of his chest. He grabs it and places it on a nearby desk. Unzipping it reveals a container of lasagna, still hot. Love, affection, gratitude. They all bubble and rise in him. When he got home last night and saw the lasagna, he was so excited to eat it. His kid makes the best lasagna he’s ever had. He knows that they make it with love. Make it because they know it’s his favourite. But then he reached his bed, and promptly passed out.

He always felt bad whenever he skipped a meal at home. It was really the only family time he ever spent with his child anymore. He really couldn’t call them a child. They were a young adult now, and in college. All grown up, and it happened so fast. One day, he was packing their lunches. And now, apparently they were packing his.

“Honey says you haven’t been eating at home,” Dana states. “Are you doing okay?”

Robby looks up from the lunch bag, and brushes off Dana’s concerns. “Hm? Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’ve just been forgetting to eat every now and then”.

“Robby, 3 days of not eating a solid meal isn’t ‘every now and then’. Your kid is worried”, she exclaims. “And did you know they has an ins spreadsheet on you?”

A spreadsheet? On him? He puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his feet. “Are you sure it’s on me? I know they have one for Reggie, ever since he got diagnosed with CKD”.

“In big bold letters, the title read ‘Dad’s Meals’. So yeah, I’m pretty sure it was for you”.

He could feel an oncoming headache building in his cranium. Robby takes his hands out of his pockets to rub his face. “Mm, I should probably talk to them about that”.

Dana quickly checks her nurse’s watch, “It’s past lunch. Go. I promised your offspring you would eat, and I need evidence that you actually did”.

He chuckles, feeling a bit mad. “Y’know I would love to actually take a lunch break. If it wasn’t for this”.

He gestures to the chaos of their shared circus of a workplace.

With the will of a charge nurse who’s tired of all his bullshit, Dana grabs the lunch bag and shoves it into her colleague’s arms. “Take this, and go. I’ll cover for you. And take a picture of you eating it so I can send it to your kid. They worry enough about your ass”.

A smile forms on his face, and he says before departing to eat his well overdue lunch, “You’re the best, Dana”.

As he walks away to devour his lasagna made with love, he hears Dana shout to him “And don’t you ever forget it!”

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extinctlesspains · 4 months 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]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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 · 4 months 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 · 4 months 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

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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 · 5 months 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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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.

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cozmowrites · 9 days ago

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Trapped: Minecraft (pt 4 out of 6)

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the calm water as the boat rocked gently. You sat at the bow, your eyes scanning the horizon, the soft ripple of the water lapping against the wood beneath you. Beside you, Bakugou sat with his arms crossed, leaning back with his usual scowl, but you could tell he was focused on the task at hand. The mission was clear: find a mansion, retrieve a Totem of Undying, and survive whatever monsters the place threw at you.

The weeks of gathering supplies and trading with villagers had finally led you to this point. The villagers had spoken of a distant mansion—a dark, imposing structure filled with treasure and danger. The Totem of Undying was said to be hidden inside, a relic that could potentially save your lives if things went south.

You had your dog with you, of course, tail wagging as it trotted along the boat with you. One of the cats, the black one, had joined you as well, though the other two had stayed behind at the shelter. You'd kept them safe for weeks, and the sight of your little companions made the journey feel a little less daunting, even if you still weren't the best at fighting.

"Are we almost there?" you asked, not taking your eyes off the water. The land was still nowhere in sight, but you knew that the mansion had to be close.

Bakugou's gruff voice interrupted your thoughts. "How the hell should I know? You think I'm some kind of navigator?"

You rolled your eyes but didn't respond. He had been like this for a while now, and you had grown used to it. But there was a sense of camaraderie that had developed between the two of you over the weeks. You were in this together, even if he didn't always show it.

After a few moments, Bakugou finally let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Fine. Look for landmarks or something. We've been sailing for hours. If we don't find it soon, we're gonna have to turn back."

You frowned. "I know. We'll find it. I can feel it."

Despite his tough exterior, Bakugou glanced at you and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. He didn't need to say it—his acknowledgment was enough.

Your dog perked up suddenly, ears twitching as it sniffed the air. "What's up, boy?" you asked, looking down at the dog as it began to bark excitedly. It ran to the edge of the boat, tail wagging furiously, as if it had sensed something.

"Oi, what's got him so riled up?" Bakugou asked, his voice now tinged with annoyance.

"I don't know," you replied, standing up slowly. "Maybe he smells something."

The dog kept barking, pacing back and forth along the boat, its eyes focused on something in the distance. You squinted, trying to see what had caught the dog's attention.

And then, through the haze of the setting sun, you saw it—a dark silhouette rising from the horizon. A large structure, towering over the landscape, with jagged edges and dark spires that seemed to pierce the sky. The mansion.

"We found it," you said breathlessly, pointing toward the dark shape on the horizon.

Bakugou squinted and then grunted. "Tch, about damn time. Let's get to shore."

The boat sped forward, the dog barking eagerly as it darted from one side of the boat to the other. You could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you, but you pushed it aside. There was no turning back now.

As the boat reached the shore, the mansion loomed before you, its dark stone walls standing ominously against the fading light. The air felt thick with tension, and the closer you got, the more the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. This place was not friendly. It was a reminder of just how dangerous this world could be.

Bakugou immediately jumped out of the boat and onto the shore, his boots sinking slightly into the sand as he turned to you. "You ready for this?" he asked, his usual cocky tone gone, replaced by a rare seriousness.

You swallowed hard and nodded, glancing down at your companions. Your dog, still wagging its tail, seemed to be looking to you for guidance. The black cat was perched on the edge of the boat, eyes narrowed and alert. You took a deep breath, forcing your nerves to settle.

"I'll be fine," you said, more to yourself than anyone else. "Let's go."

With a grunt, Bakugou turned and started walking toward the mansion, motioning for you to follow. The dog trotted beside him, and the cat padded along quietly behind you.

As you approached the mansion, the doors stood ajar, like some sort of eerie invitation. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of decay and dust. The ground beneath your feet was uneven, the occasional rock or twisted root making each step slightly more precarious.

"Stay close," Bakugou muttered over his shoulder, his usual bravado gone. The mansion was like a tomb, its dark halls holding secrets that neither of you were prepared to face.

You nodded and clutched your sword tighter, though you didn't feel much confidence in your ability to fight. That's why Bakugou had insisted on bringing the dog and the cat—they would be your backup. Still, you felt a nagging sense of dread crawling up your spine as you stepped into the mansion.

The air inside was stale, and the floor creaked under your boots. You could hear the faint sound of something moving in the shadows, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from. Your heart raced, and every step felt like it might be your last.

Bakugou turned to you, eyes scanning the area. "Keep your eyes peeled. We're looking for the Totem of Undying. You don't want to mess around with the mobs in here."

You nodded, keeping close to him as you ventured deeper into the mansion. The dog and cat seemed to be just as alert, their ears perked and tails twitching. You could hear the soft patter of their paws against the wooden floors as they moved alongside you.

Then, without warning, a door slammed open, and a horde of Vindicators charged at you from the shadows, axes raised and eyes full of malice. You froze, your heart stopping in your chest. You hadn't expected them to be here so soon.

Bakugou wasted no time, leaping into action. His explosions ripped through the air, sending Vindicators flying in all directions. The dog darted forward, biting at the ankles of one of the mobs, while the cat swiped at another with its claws.

You stood frozen for a moment, your sword clutched tightly in your hands. You knew you had to do something, but everything felt so overwhelming. The dog growled, lunging at the last Vindicator, and you finally found your courage. You rushed forward, your sword swiping through the air, cutting down the last mob with a shaky breath.

Bakugou wiped sweat from his forehead and shot you a look. "Not bad for someone who's scared of everything."

You gave a half-smile, heart still racing. "Yeah, well, I had some help."

"Don't get used to it," Bakugou grumbled, but you saw the flicker of something—pride, maybe?—in his eyes. "Let's finish this," Bakugou muttered.

The deeper you ventured into the mansion, the more dangerous it became. As you entered a vast, dimly lit room, you spotted them: the Evokers. Their tall, looming figures glowed with an eerie magic, their hands raised as they began to summon vicious Fang mobs.

"Watch out!" Bakugou shouted, but before you could react, one of the Evokers launched a spell toward you. You tried to dodge, but the blast hit you square in the chest, sending you flying backward into the wall with a painful crash. The air was knocked out of you, and for a moment, everything went hazy.

Bakugou immediately turned, his eyes blazing with fury. "Tch, damn it!" His explosions rumbled, sending a shockwave through the room, and one of the Evokers crumbled under the force of his attack. The others didn't hesitate to retaliate, but Bakugou was relentless, his explosions tearing through the air, catching them off guard. One by one, he wiped them out with a fierce determination. The last Evoker crumpled to the ground, four Totems of Undying dropping from their robes.

"You're an idiot," Bakugou muttered, his voice softer than usual as he rushed over to you. His hands were quick, checking for injuries. "You're hurt pretty bad. Stay with me, alright?"

You barely registered the pain, too dazed to respond. But as Bakugou scooped you up, cradling you in his arms, your dog and cat hurried to follow. He didn't stop to look back, his focus entirely on getting you to safety.

With urgency in his movements, he carried you back to the boat, determination written on his face. As the boat began to move, heading toward home, you allowed yourself to rest, knowing you were in good hands—Bakugou wasn't going to let anything happen to you.

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joelsmeadow · 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 · 2 years 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.

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looselipssinkships-x · 2 years 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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bishopclimate · 15 days ago

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iamdrowninghelpme98 · 8 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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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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We do commend our son for getting stuff done and he put his trash cans away which is nice and he opens up the mail and pulled the letter out with the card and these people got in a big fight for doing it he doesn't know if any drywall he needs fixed so we are watching him smile people know what it is and they're going to town on these guys any other messing with the phone of BG at fisherman's village and they reminded our son that people can't tell who you are if you put a coat on there and for crying out loud they admitted doing it a long time ago and they're going to pay for it.

Several other things are happening

-these guys are getting severely beaten the secondary empire which is what it really is is hammering them flat and they are squealing from it a little and realling. We need to get on with what's going on here it is a huge battle

-at the 17th ring there's a big fight and there's a lot of people involved they are having a lot of problems out at the 17th ring meeting the warlock are getting flattened and they don't seem to have a chance and next few rounds are going to get pushed back they don't have people ready and they're running low and they're trying to round them now and they can't eventually they'll probably be at the 21st ring again encapsulating in prison and they're going to try to in prison our son and our son says you will pay with your lives if you try that for real Stan ignored if you want you'll be dead. And they're kind of cringing a little but they don't know the math even though when they were messing with him tons of theirs died and they lost companies and they lost fortunes and they're stupid these people don't know the math at all and the empire is having them do it and they are crashing once the fleet goes up they will definitely see it right now they're arrogant but this will break them and now the basis of the clones are going to be destroyed tomorrow morning they'll be gone all of it they're going to be out of commission tonight probably around 1:00 a.m. and by that time there won't be anything left for the most part and the morlok too around the same time. They'll be left in the city areas fighting over the same area and all of them fight each other and they're disgusting pigs and useless. Come to find out the clones plan on attacking the secondary empire and they will attack those bases and take ships and they will depower the criminals trying to apprehend our son and it's a flood system and it's a waste of time you're hurting yourselves but we don't want to go through it your asses for what you say you're morons and we're going to kill you all of you involved and you'll have no chance for survival the clones are going to face you down and stick their face right in yours and flip you the bird right to your nose and all this other horse s*** you say you're going to do to our son because you're so pissed off you act like animals and you sound like them this kind of talk and posturing is with nothing to you and you're going to find out the hard way and probably 10 or 20 minutes

Thor Freya

Olympus

This sucks you guys blow we can't do this with small I haven't told you the whole time you want to put them in prison you f****** piece of s*** Mike to and the rest of you I can't believe how dumb you are it says usually someone saying this is a prison guy and it doesn't do anything I'll say this you put him in prison everybody beats us up faster we saw it at O'Connor you guys are f****** nutcase

Bob marsh

Why isn't an oblique angle if people go directly after you Mike too they're going to go after you before you put me in prison it's so heinous to them

Zues Hera

And we're using it too we don't really want them in prison it's a waste of time oh was it bad enough for you we went to his s*** except pissing them off and we're getting injured and stuff because you're doing things that are sacrilegious we are too but holy s*** yet you're running around blabbing s*** having people blab it you mess up the max you're messing up the idiots it says I'm trying to cause chaos and weak in the top and ride but s*** put them in prison it rides everybody I get sucked in there too you a******

Tommy f

We're going over some stuff about you idiots that your mouth goes and your brain doesn't. Now it's going to be the other way around no you said they're both going to go and it's true pleasantly surprised that's what Mike too was when he got the call that their basrs tearing everything out and it was about 20 minutes ago and you're a f**** and a loser for doing what you did and what you're doing Mike tew. Your brothers and sisters and some stupid s*** put them in prison mack Daddy can't stand you we can't either.

Thor Freya

We can't stand you we can't stand you we can't stand you so f****** dumb some things you can't do you idiot but look now the empire is after you and you're not ready you're going to open another front and another front and go down like the school kid that you are you have no right running all this stuff and when run they Rudy is chastising you in the movie something with wicked this Way comes you can hardly stay awake hes saying so much stuff

I mean it Daniel you're an idiot you and your dumb cop uniform bring it wherever you go we got a nap on your f****** ass you're so dumb this s*** has put them in the prison we'll get something what he's saying is if you try and do that he's going to do gross and disgusting things to you and it's coming up tonight

Mac Daddy

Favorite few other things to mention we're going to publish now this is important

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minban · 5 months ago

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violence festers within him with such aggression that he feels a snarl wanting to rip itselfs from his throat, held back only by the knowledge that the one he wishes to tear asunder is not here, only the man he has begun to feel a sort of kinship with. he fears the more that aventurine speaks, the more boothill wishes he held more strength than just the guns and bullets that he has, that he had the power to cull the evil within the universe. the aeons are cruel, to allow such a man to walk the skies with world disintegrating weapons in his hands and the power to erase the records of his atrocities. power is such a fickle thing, granted to those who do not deserve it. sometime it is given to the downtrodden, but only when it is far too late to salvage the life of happiness and joy that once existed. boothill looks at aventurine and he thinks that this man understands what it truly means to be alone. when all friends and family have returned to the soil from whence they came, when there is scarcely a place to call home, when there is no hope, no love, no trust to be found, they stand facing the void between stars alone.

"that's one heck of a story," boothill says for starters. the act of offering comfort is not one of his strong suits, not since he has lost the sense of human touch all those many years ago, given up by his own choice in pursuit of the time and ability to seek out his own revenge. for the stoneheart though, he offers up what he can, what he knows, a desire for the downfall of one oswaldo schneider in the most gruesome of ways. the knowledge he has of the slave market has always disgusted him, and to be face to face with such a story ignites the flames he has only ever felt when reminiscing of grassy lands turning black in the smolder of the fires. "and it's far too much for one person to bear alone. you went through torment and still come out on top. you did what many could not. you survived." and if that isn't a curse, then boothill doesn't know what is. it is one thing to wish for the survival of others, and it is an entirely different subject when speaking about his own.

"i reckon that must have been the hardest thing about it all. living. so listen here, i don't think i'm the one who should be saying if you deserve that bullet or not. because i sure as heck don't feel like unloading my chamber on ya now. just as no one can tell me not to gun for schneider's head, no one can tell somebody else to not aim a gun at yours. probably ain't the thing you want to hear, but no no saint. i ain't got a record of all the crimes you've committed, and i sure as heck don't got a record of my own either. neither of us are good men, so i don't think there's a problem with us scheming together to get a little revenge." boothill turns his gaze towards the rest scarf that hangs around his neck and thumbs the fabric, unable to fully feel the softness only a well worn piece of cloth could have. his gaze turns a little wistful. "you see what kind of person you have become in the mirror, and i see a stranger in my own reflection. this scarf here reminds me of what i once had, what i fight for now. my little girl... i wrapped her up in this scarf the first time i met her. she was so small, so red in the face and crying so hard that i was scared she might be catching a cold. so i bundled her up in my scarf and held her in my arms, and before i knew it, she had begun to calm down. every time she got fussy, this scarf always brought her a kind of comfort..." he shifts his eyes back to the cup of whiskey in his hands, gaze turning to steel. "and now this scarf remind me of her."

And a paradise Aventurine conjures in his mind, the more Boothill speaks of his home planet. Oh, the unfair, merciless Sigonia had never been a paradise, never this kind, and Aventurine had often found himself thinking back on its deserts and mountains believing that odd, unsettling feeling in his chest was relief (relief of having left it behind, those sandstorms and those rivers of blood that plague his nightmares even to this day), but... ah, who had he tried to fool? Perhaps in trying to fool the IPC, he had managed to trick himself into thinking he no longer wanted anything to do with the home that had so cruelly robbed him of a family, a childhood, his innocence, his freedom.

But, sanctuary or not, the furious winds of Sigonia still sing in his veins, and its awe-inspiring auroras still shimmer in the pools of his eyes. And the memory of the people its sands have reclaimed still walk the winded paths of his own dreams and memories. Just like he imagines Boothill carries his home on his back, inside the embers of a fire that will not stop burning until the day he collapses. Thing is, with people like them... that fire is incredibly hard to put out. " ... it was and it wasn't." Aventurine slowly answers to the Galaxy Ranger's question. No, he wasn't wrong, but... ah, maybe he was? "I don't know... maybe you can decide for me. Hear me out, and decide whether I deserve that bullet after all." He murmurs. He doesn't look at him. But the branded mark on his neck stings so harshly against the edge of his collar, he is almost convinced Boothill can feel the old burn of the brand.

"After Oswaldo let my clan die... I was captured - IPC henchmen, I remember their uniforms. Sold into the black market. There was a high demand for slaves like me, but... well, eventually, I broke free. But... freedom doesn't mean much, when the whole universe wants you dead, now does it. Wherever I'd go, I'd be a target. So, I went to the one place where, if I was clever enough, cunning enough, I might gain enough power to get that target off my back..." Oh, the cruel, cruel irony of it all. The place where, in his young, deluded, terrified mind, he would be the safest, would be in the arms of the very people who had plunged his life into hell. "It's funny, isn't it. I killed one slave master only to sell myself to an entire confederation of them. And I..." A strangled sound smothers his voice in his throat, stomach turning as he recounts his tale to the first soul who actually asks to listen to it, fingers curled into a fist so tights his nails are digging into the flesh of his palms. " ... I can't look into a mirror without having to fight the urge to be sick or to smash it into a million pieces."

#apocryphis #muse: boothill #ic: boothill #I AM IN LOVE WITH THEIR TAG 💞#avveennturine you have me crying 😭😭😭#makes me hope that hsr will touch on the topic of oswaldo schneider more so we can see his downfall in real time #both aventurine and boothill deserve so much more than what they got #boothill and aventurine ; history persists with steel wrapped in silk

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