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[krysmcscience]

Let's see if I'm allowed to post things in the tags this time or if I'm once again doomed to limited exposure😒

I could resist the standard meme bandwagon, but adding my own spin on it? Nnnnnot so much. <:]

Let the crown sleep, you two

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

We’ll Carry On - Chapter Twenty Four

We’ll Carry On Tag

General Content Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Substance Abuse, Abandonment, Minor Character Death, Transphobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dissociation, Bullying, Homophobia

July 8th, 2008

Jessica may have only been five years old, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t terrified. Her breathing felt like it was one of those cartoon pumps the characters on the TV would use too fast until it burst, or like it wasn’t happening at all. Her heart was hammering in her chest, as her father glared down at her. “Have you nothing to say for yourself, Jess?” he growled.

Flinching, Jessica tried to explain. “I just...I just wanted to see if I could read like the big kids. And...and the book was too heavy, and I dropped it.”

Her father scoffed. “You can’t read yet, you haven’t even been to kindergarten!”

Jessica wisely didn’t mention she could understand some of the title on the spine. She couldn’t read fluently, but she could read a bit. And she wanted to know what all the books said. But now she had caused a mess, and her dad was mad. So she was going to go back to her room and see if there were any picture books up there with actual words. Maybe she could see if she could read those.

May 5th, 2019

Logan felt incredibly guilty. He couldn’t look Roman in the eye. He hadn’t felt this chastised and this terrified since he had been really little, convinced he was a girl and just wanting to see if he could act like a big kid, only to find out that being a big kid would get him in trouble with his father.

To make matters worse, when Dad came into the room to get food for Roman, he didn’t glare at Logan, or make him feel like he was the scum of the earth in any way. Even Ami, who was the designated Logan-watcher this morning, wasn’t giving him anything more than the occasional neutral glance. He deserved worse. He forced Roman to admit his mom had died. He had forced him to say that in front of the entire family. And now Roman was on the edge of dissociating, listing sideways over the edge of reality into the unknown flashbacks Logan couldn’t even pretend to understand.

Logan thought he might get sick. He finished the last bites of cereal he had been working on, and then promptly stood up, heading to his bedroom. He didn’t look back, forcing himself to not check on Roman and make the situation worse. He just walked up to his room, closed the door behind him and locking it.

He sat down on his bed, grabbing his phone, which had been charging overnight. He thought he might get sick when he saw the lockscreen of him and Roman posing around Jack, who was laughing in the background. That had been taken the first time Logan had introduced each of them to the other.

Some older brother he had turned out to be. He was expected to be responsible, a role model. Now he’d be lucky if other people said, “Don’t do what your oldest brother does, he only screws things up when he wants to know something.”

Tears stung at his eyes and he focused on evening his breathing. He had problems managing his emotions on a good day. In the heat of the moment? Either his emotions shut off entirely or they overwhelmed him to the point of drowning.

A patient knock started up outside the door. Logan closed his eyes and took off his glasses, forcing his breathing to stay regular as he called out, “Not now, Dad.”

“Logan, we have to talk,” Dad said, his voice muffled but holding no room for argument.

“When we’re both calm,” Logan said, throwing Dad’s words back in his face. “I’m not, right now.”

“At least unlock the door?” Dad asked.

Logan swiped at his cheeks and took a deep breath. “Do you promise to not come in without my permission?”

“Of course,” Dad said.

Logan walked over to the door and unlocked it, and cracked it open a couple inches. He knew he looked absolutely miserable. “Give me fifteen?” he asked. “I just need...just need fifteen.”

“Logan...” Dad stopped. Nodded. “Yeah, okay. We’ll talk in fifteen minutes.”

Logan closed the door and collapsed back on his bed, unsure as to what he should do to try and calm down. Tumblr probably wasn’t a good option. And he didn’t want to read today. And he had finished all his homework already. He curled in on himself on the bed, and closed his eyes.

He only realized he fell asleep when he woke up to the doorknob turning. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, seeing Roman standing in the doorway. “Hey,” Roman said softly. “Didn’t mean to wake you. Dad said you fell asleep.”

“Just as well,” Logan said. “I can’t sleep all day every day.” He checked his phone. “And it’s been half an hour.”

Roman shifted on his feet. “Can I come in?” he asked.

Logan nodded, and Roman came in, closed the door, and climbed onto Logan’s bed with him. “Dad and Ami told me what happened last night once they were sure I wasn’t going to dissociate again. Dad thinks I might have PTSD.”

“You saw your mom die, I would be surprised if you didn’t,” Logan said softly. “I’m sorry, Roman.”

Roman sighed, leaning his head on Logan’s shoulder. “I know you are. And I wanted to be mad with you. That was something I wanted to keep to myself. But I’m not.”

Logan looked down at him. “You’re not?”

“Well, I’m a little annoyed,” Roman allowed. “But you wanted to know what was going on. You wanted to make sure I was okay. Because I know once you knew you would be researching techniques to help me cope. That’s just who you are. You operate mostly on logic, rather than emotions. So while emotions might have told you to bide your time, and wait until I was willing to share, your logic was telling you that earlier treatment meant earlier recovery.”

Logan sighed. “You’re too nice, too forgiving. I traumatized you.”

“You made me dissociate a little bit, and let the adults know that I wasn’t okay. I’m not gonna hate you for that, Logan.”

“Why not?” Logan asked. “Roman, I actively pushed you, knowing that the subject wasn’t something you might want to talk about.”

“Logan, you need to shut up sometimes and just think about what other people are saying to you,” Roman said. “I don’t hate you. I’m not mad at you. You made a mistake. It’s not the end of the world.”

The words refused to sink in. “But why?” Logan asked. “Why isn’t it the end of the world?”

Roman pulled back and looked at him, nose scrunched up. “Because everyone in this house is a decent person?” he said, voice rising like a question at the end. “Do you honestly think Dad and Ami would punish you by...say...denying you access to Hormone Replacement Therapy just because you made a stupid mistake?”

Logan paled. Roman rolled his eyes. “Lo, they’re not gonna do that! They know that getting testosterone is a big deal for you, and they’re gonna help you get it at the start of summer! My point is that they won’t kick you out, or deny you something you need, just because you screw up! You can’t hold basic needs or assistance for health issues hostage just because your kid did something you didn’t like. That’s not how any of this works.”

“That’s how it used to be,” Logan said softly. “Finish my homework in order to get dinner, only getting positive attention if I got all A’s in school. I’m fortunate that I always enjoyed learning and it came naturally to me. Otherwise I might have lost my mind.”

Roman stared at him a long time, before he quietly said, “That’s messed up, Logan.”

Logan shrugged off Roman’s concern. “You saw your mom die and you were abused in your foster home. Patton and Virgil’s step-father was an alcoholic. No one knows how bad Dee’s home situation might have been except Dad and Ami, and they refuse to share. My home life wasn’t the greatest, but I’m in no position to complain.”

“That’s not how that...you know what? No. I’m not gonna try and logic you through this,” Roman said. He grabbed Logan’s cheeks, and brought their foreheads together. “If your parents were bad people, you can absolutely complain about them. No matter anyone else’s hardships. Your parents kicked you out because you wanted to go by Logan. They sucked. You’re allowed to complain, you’re allowed to be traumatized. Your parents held basic human needs for ransom. They were not good parents. Full stop.”

Logan blinked once. Twice. Opened his mouth and said, “My mother wasn’t that bad. It was mostly my father’s idea to do that stuff.”

“Your mother is complicit in the whole thing!” Roman exclaimed, leaning back and throwing his hands up in the air. “Logan, no one likes to admit their parents hurt them. But your parents hurt you. Considering the way you freaked out after you screwed up, there’s no question.”

“Wow, thanks,” Logan said, before turning and sighing, pinching his nose. “I’m really sorry, Roman.”

“I know you are, Logan,” Roman said. “No need to get hung up on it, all right? I forgive you. We can still work together with the gremlins to save for a dog. And I’m not going to stop talking to you. And Dad and Ami won’t deny you anything that you can’t live without, even if they decide to ground you. Which I doubt they will. Hearing them talk earlier, they know you’re beating yourself up enough.”

“I did traumatize you,” Logan pointed out.

Roman rolled his eyes. “You didn’t traumatize me. At best, you re-traumatized me. And that’s a stretch. You found one of my triggers. I didn’t even know I had it, so in a way you helped me.”

Logan frowned. “How could I help you?”

“Well, there are lots of topics they go over in Health class, one of those being family, and from what I hear, there’s an abuse unit. Knowing that I can’t handle talk of abandonment might help, because instead of dissociating in the middle of class, I can be excused,” Roman explained. “Not to mention, you know, now everybody knows not to talk about my mom around me unless I’m properly prepared beforehand.”

“But the downsides—”

“—Do not outweigh the upsides,” Roman said firmly. “Don’t beat yourself up over this, all right? You made a mistake. You learn from it. You move on. It’s not always simple, but it’s always possible.”

Logan nodded but felt his cheeks heat up anyway. He knew he wasn’t going to forgive himself for this for a while.

Roman seemed to sense that too, because he asked, “Do you really want to make me happy, Logan?” he asked.

“Of course,” Logan said.

“Just...promise me that if you go to a party, you don’t drive home drunk, all right? You can be drunk, I’ll just avoid you for the most part until you’re sober or I’m comfortable around you again. But...but don’t drive drunk, okay? Have a designated driver, or be the designated driver. I know you can’t trust everyone to not drive home drunk, but make the effort to avoid doing it yourself? The guy who hit my mom’s car and...and hurt her? He was maybe twenty years old. I don’t want you risking throwing away your life because of manslaughter charges, and DUI charges. And I don’t want anyone to get hurt on the road like that again if I can help make a difference.” Roman worked his hands. “I know you and Jack have talked about going to parties next year, when you’re both juniors, and I just...don’t want you to take that risk. Promise me you won’t drive drunk.”

“Yeah, I promise, Roman,” Logan said softly. “I would never drive drunk.”

“Then we’re good,” Roman said. “You don’t need to beat yourself up over it, you can just work on feeling better the same as I am. We both have our own issues to work through. Maybe we can help each other with some of them. Maybe not. But no matter what, I’m never going to hate you, or resent you, or want you gone so long as you try, all right? All I’m asking is that you try.”

“I can try,” Logan confirmed. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get better, even if I can never be at one-hundred percent. The last thing I want to do is let you or myself down.”

“And probably avoid letting down Ami and Dad as well,” Roman pointed out.

Logan laughed. “Yeah, good point.”

Dad knocked at the door and both boys looked up. “Are you two better?” Dad asked.

“Not one hundred percent, maybe, but we’re getting there,” Roman said.

Logan murmured his agreement. “I might need a little while to forgive myself, but I’m not going to actively destroy myself over this, not anymore.”

“Good,” Dad said with a slight smile. “The younger ones were thinking about playing some games in the backyard, if you want to join them?”

“Yeah!” Roman exclaimed, jumping up and dashing out of the room.

Logan and Dad followed at a slower pace. “Am I still in trouble?” he asked.

“It sounds like you and Roman are working things out between the two of you, and you were punishing yourself enough, so no, you’re not in trouble, unless you consider extra care and a little bit of a closer watch in trouble.”

Logan shrugged. “The watch might make me uneasy, but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Good,” Dad said. “And Logan...if you ever want to talk about your mother and your ex-father...we’re here for you.”

Logan smiled softly. “Thank you.”

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 2

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF)

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

TAGS: @jml509

   The next morning, I was woken up by my screaming niece jumping on top of me over and over again. 

     "Birrrrrdieeeee, why do you hate me?" I groaned while I pulled her into my chest for a hug, turning over to my side on the couch with her in my arms. "Aunt KyKy! Wake up!" She squealed.    "Shhhh, child, let's go back to sleep." I squeezed her close, burying my face into her hair as she continued to protest against me. "You stink!" She squeaked again, scrunching her nose.    "No, you stink!" I protested, rolling over to the other side, with my back against the couch. "No!" She screeched again.    I promptly shoved her off of the couch and onto the floor. She landed with an "oof," followed by a shrill giggle that made me wince.     "Go find your mother, child," I instructed as I threw my legs over the side of the couch to stand up.     I made my way towards the bathroom with one hand pressed against the back of my head and the other against the bridge of my nose to suppress the throbbing that had been induced by Justice's high pitched squeal. I could feel the oil seeping from my pores and when I brought my hand from my face to rub my eyes in my sleepy stupor, I felt the black smudge that was at one point my eyeliner smear across my face with my movement as I stumbled down the hallway.

 "Well good morning to you, sleeping beauty." A gruff voice spoke as the door to the bathroom opened before I could reach for the knob.     Standing before me, in all his glory, was a very almost naked Jeffrey Dean Morgan, clad in nothing but a low slung, barely-there cotton towel.   

   "Holy shit," I managed to mumble in surprise as my hangover was working its way through my body.    "Sorry, love." A breathy chuckle escaped his lips as he moved around me, fist tightly gripping the fabric around his waist.    "Mmmhmm" I groaned as he moved past me to allow me access to the bathroom.    'Better have left me hot water' I thought about mumbling as I closed the door behind me. 

    The shower was fucking fantastic. The sweat, the grime, the headache....all washed off. Using what I could only assume was Dani's razor, I shaved my body soft and followed up by using the expensive body wash that promised glowing skin and the face wash that guaranteed relief of the acne that Im sure would have graced me with its presence if I hadn't applied it as quickly as I did. After rinsing my hair I stepped out of the shower and grabbed another one of the thick towels from the cabinet. After rubbing the towel over my hair for a few moments I wrapped it around my body to make my way out of the bathroom to find where I had drunkenly stashed my backpack containing my clothes.     As soon as I left the bathroom and turned the corner, I almost ran smack dab into Jeffrey's now T-shirt clad chest, the only thing stopping me was his hands that reached out instinctively for my hips. "Well hello there, again, darlin'." He smirked with his deep voice. I stood there for a moment, unable to move, before I started stuttering,    "Uh-uh-uh... S-s-sorry J-J-Jeffrey," Words had never been my forte to begin with, but this situation just made it even more difficult.    "A-hem" I heard from behind the tall man standing in front of me, and I peeked my head around to see Jensen standing in the hallway with my backpack of clothes lifted up in the air by his index finger by one of the straps. "Looking for this?" He questioned sternly.     "Uh-uh, Yeah, thanks, bubs." I knew my face had to be 20 shades of red as I stepped out of Jeff's grasp and walked around him to where Jensen was standing. I gripped my back pack from him and ducked into the guest bedroom nearest to me. "What's that on your neck, Ky?" Jensen had followed me into the room.    My hand automatically flew to my throat and pressed against the new bruise that had formed from the day before.     "Uhhhhh, nothing. I...uh... had a necklace on yesterday that was super tight, I accidentally ripped it off and uh..yeah. ha..." I turned my back to him and quickly started rummaging through my stuff, finding a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt as well as a bra and underwear.     "A little privacy, huh, big bro? I'm not a kid anymore." I nervously laughed, looking over my shoulder towards him before looking back to my clothes.    "Hmm.... yeah, whatever." was the suspicious reply I got back. I heard his footsteps leave the room, and when I looked back the door had been shut all but a couple inches. I let out a sigh of relief as I let the towel fall from me as I worked at putting on my clothes. 

   "Jesus Christ, Ky," I heard Rob's voice from the doorway as I pulled my shirt over my head.    I spun around quickly and pulled my shirt down as fast as possible, just in time to see Jeffrey walk past Rob in the hallway with a unreadable look on his face as he quickly adverted his eyes from my direction. Rob's eyes were blown wide in surprise that quickly altered to anger.  I stepped over to Rob and grabbed his arm, jerking him forward into the room before slamming the door closed loudly. "Fuck, Robbie. What the Hell?" I growled at him.    "What the Hell is this?" He growled himself as he spun me around and ripped my shirt up.    "He did this?" I could hear the scowl in his voice as I felt his hands trail over the various yellowed and blue bruises adorning the delicate skin of my back and ribs.   Me jerking out of his arms was enough of an answer for him. I slowly turned back to face him but kept my eyes pointed at his chest as I wrapped my arms around my self.   "God Damnit, Kylin," He whispered angrily as he lifted my chin up with one hand and brought his other to gently ghost over the darkening mark Jensen had mentioned earlier. I turned my head to the left as he examined me, keeping my eyes trained the way my head was facing as the tears began to form again.    "Shut up." was the only thing I was able to get choked out before I crumbled in Rob's arms as he drug me to the bed and let me bawl like a baby for a solid 20 minutes. 

 "Shhhh, Sweetie, It's okay, shhhh." He cooed, rubbing a hand over my hair and kissing the crown on my hair. 

    I responded with something of a gasp and a hiccup before wailing again, shaking in his embrace. He had sprawled us out over the bed in a cati-cornered angle and had one arm under my head and I couldn't help but feel the safe feeling return after a few more minutes of blubbering, soaking his grey shirt with my tears. Rob gently squeezed me in his arms, careful of my bruises, before pulling back and moving the hair out my face so he could look at me.    "Promise me you won't let this happen again, Ky. Please." He breathed, voice broken from restraining tears of his own. "Promise" I sniffled.    He looked at me in the eyes again for a moment and let a tear run down his face before nodding and bringing my head back to his chest. We laid like that for a few moments longer while my breathing steadied itself. "Better?" He asked after a while, patting my back and pulling away from me.   "Better." I nodded, using the sleeve of my shirt to wipe my face as I sat upright.    Rob stood and grabbed my hand and pulled me up, linking our fingers together as he lead me towards the door. I followed him into the dining room where it seemed everyone had already gathered as the morning routine of breakfast preparation had began.    Justice lead the Padalecki boys on an assault against my legs, equipped with foam swords, the moment I separated from Robbie and sat down at the kitchen island.   "KyKy, will you make us pancakes?" Thomas asked while giving me a set of puppy dog eyes that could rival his father's. Knowing I couldn't deny them anything, the other two small children soon followed suit with the stare.    I let a huff of exasperation escape my chest as I hopped down from the stool I had been perched on and made my way past Dani and Gen to the cuppord to collect supplies, ignoring their snickers at how easily I was broken down by the tiny minions.

      "Need any help there, darlin'?" A rough drawl came from behind me as I was mixing in the chocolate chips into the batter. Jeffrey stepped up beside me at the counter and peered into the bowl while licking his lips.   "No sir," I said cockily, "If there's one thing I'm good at, it's this. I can make these in my sleep." I shook my head in a laugh while stiring the ingredients. I moved from my place beside him to the island where the stove was, checking the temperature of the oil in the pan. When I turned around, Jeffrey was leaning against the counter with his finger in his mouth, batter dripping downt he length of it. "Mmm-mmm-Mmmm" He said, furrowing his brows and shaking his head back and forth. I couldn't help that my breath hitched, or the bright red shade that flushed my skin at the sight. "Hey, Jeff, I think your car's here." Jensen grunted as he entered the room, glaring at me.   Jeff pulled his finger from his mouth while he rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the counter.   "Alright," He chuckled, grabbing his jacket from the chair it had been resting on and shrugging it on.    "See you all later," He waved at everyone, but when his eyes met mine he gave me a slight wink with the sweetest smile before walking out towards the door. With a sigh, I returned my attention to the pancakes.

  The day went on, spent with playing with the kids and lounging on the couch with the girls. I had received the phone call I had been wanting from my dad, him telling me he had been able to sneak into the apartment unnoticed, Anthony wasn't home, and had gathered up as much as my stuff as he could. He was about as oblivious to the situation as Jensen was, but not unlike him he did have his suspicions of the abuse as well.  Jared and Jensen had been sent to the grocery store with the kids, deemed 'Mission Impossible: Padackles & co' by Gen & Danni, so when the doorbell rang as I was laying on the couch I automatically assumed it had just been the boys needing help getting stuff out of the truck.   As soon as I opened the front door, I realized how wrong I was.   Anthony's fist came colliding with my face with such speed and force that I flew back like I was in a fight scene on my brother's show. He flung the door the rest of the way open and stalked the four feet into the house to the entrance of the hallway. He grabbed a fist full if my hair, pulling me up as he kneed me in the ribs repeatedly. "Stupid," punch. "Fucking," knee. "Bitch." slap.    Suddenly the very distinct sound of a gun being cocked was heard and Anthony finally looked up to see Danneel holding her .9mm at the ready and aiming directly at his head. 

"Get out of my house." She seethed with a dangerous glint in her eyes.   It was a big enough distraction for Rob and Richard to rush him and bring him to the ground, but neither of the two men stopped there.   Richard held Anthony by the throat as Rob clobbered his face repeatedly with his fists as they both had him pinned to the ground with the rest of their bodies. It wasn't until Jensen and Jared busted into the hallway and Jared pulled both men off of him while Jensen took the gun away from Danneel that they finally separated.    "Oh look who it is, the whores big brothers, here to save the day." Anthony spat the blood pooling in his mouth onto Jared's shirt as he was hoisted off the floor.   Rob and Rich rushed to my Side, Rob picking me up bridal style as Rich stood in front of me, shielding me with his back. I let my hair hang over my face as I clutched to Rob's shirt and sobbed uncontrollably.   "Damn straight you pathetic piece of shit. you'll never lay your fucking hands on her again." Gen raged, coming out of the dining room and pushing past everyone.   "I'm sorry, you did what?" Jensen pushed Danneel behind him as he re cocked the gun and stepped forward to Jared's side, "I know I didnt hear that right."     "The bitch is so stupid, she deserves it. Needs her head bashed in every now and again." Anthony responded darkly, bringing his eyes to where I was shielded by Richard. Jensen brought the barrell of the pistol to rest on his temple. 

    "Jensen, stop, its not worth it. I'm not worth it," I managed to squeak out between my sobs. 

    My brother turned his head towards my voice in disbelief. He moved past rich to grab my face in his hands and turn my head to look at him before he spoke,    "Don't ever say that again. You are worth so much more than this. Than him." He kissed my hair before turning back around, aiming at Anthony again.      "You will get the fuck out of my house, away from my family. You will not go any where near any of them, or you will find out how much my sister means to me and how little your life does," Jensen grabbed Anthony out of Jared's grasp and in one adrenaline-fueled heave, he was sent crashing back through the front entrance. Jensen stormed after him and proceeded to kick the ever living shit out of him all the way to his car. Anthony fell into the driver's seat a bloody mess before speeding off.      Jensen rushed back inside in a huff and scooped me from Rob's arms and into his own, soothing my crying with "shhs" and kisses to the top of my head as he carried me into one of the guest rooms. He laid me down on the bed as I continued to bawl before climbing in with me and cradling me in his arms.   "I'm so s-s-sor-r-ry, bub-bah" I managed.      "No, no, no, sissy, no. I should be the one apologizing. I knew. I knew, I knew and I didn't do anything about it. I should have beat his ass the first time you came down here. Oh, Kylin, I'm so sorry. Kenzie, Josh and Dad are gonna fucking kill me." He breathed through his own tears into my hair as he rocked me back and forth, giving me a gentle squeeze for emphasis.       We laid there for a while and sobbed together, him doing his best to comfort me while his own guilt tried to eat him up inside. I let him know I wanted to be alone so he decided that he was going to check on everyone else, and that everyone else would be in periodically to check on me and make sure I was okay. True to his word, about every hour or so someone would open the door and ask if I needed anything until I finally succumbed to my exhaustion and fell asleep.

    I was plagued with horrible dreams but my body kept me in my own subconsciousness as a defense mechanism. It wasn't until sometime the next afternoon that someone was finally able to shake me  from my screams back into reality.      "Shh-shhh-shhh, baby doll. you're okay." A gruff voice soothed from behind me as a hand came to rub my back comfortingly.      I whimpered at the unfamiliar touch and jerked slightly away. the hand quickly moved away from me and I felt pressure being applied to the other side if the mattress followed by a deep sigh. It was silent for a while before he finally spoke,      "I can't even begin to imagine what's going on in your head right now, and frankly, I dont think I want to." He started, taking a deep breath before continuing, "but I've heard that talking about things, when you're ready, helps more than anything. You've got a great support group here, and I have a feeling that they'll have your back and keep you safe." I replied with a sniffle.      "I'm so sorry that you had to go through something this fucked Up, but he'll get what's coming to him, Darlin, be sure if that." he assured, voice gruff and low. Another sniffle.     "I've got a flight to catch here soon, but I wanted to come say good bye, and that it was nice to meet ya. Know that if you ever wanna talk, you're more than welcome to steal my number and give me a shout." I felt the sensation of a hand nearing me before retreating back away, like he thought better of it. I felt the  release off the bed as he stood up, and his foot steps across the floor to the door.   "Thank you," I choked out meekly. A small chuckle floated its way through the room before he spoke the words that would inevitably be my downfall,  "Anytime, sweetheart."

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO

Let's see if I'm allowed to post things in the tags this time or if I'm once again doomed to limited exposure😒

I could resist the standard meme bandwagon, but adding my own spin on it? Nnnnnot so much. <:]

Let the crown sleep, you two