#why do we turn away when our brother is bleeding........ why do we build a wall and then call it freedom...

[inamindfarfaraway]

I’ve seen a lot of posts praising the intertwined love stories of Hadestown - their songs, their themes, their acting, their emotional impact - and all of it is absolutely deserved. But can we take a moment to appreciate the weight of "If It's True"?

“If it’s true what they say, what’s the purpose of a man? Just to turn his eyes away?”

“If he turns his back on everyone that he could’ve stood beside?”

“If it’s true what they say, I’ll be on my way.

But who are they to say what the truth is anyway?

‘Cause the ones who tell the lies are the solemnest to swear.

And the ones who load the dice always say the toss is fair.

And the ones who deal the cards are the ones who take the tricks

With their hands over their hearts while we play the game they fix.”

“I believe in us together more than anyone alone.

I believe that with each other, we are stronger than we know.

I believe that we are stronger than they know!

I believe that we are many. I believe that they are few.

And it isn’t for the few to tell the many what is true.”

I was expecting star-crossed lover feelings. I knew there would be an archetypal tragedy that seems both preventable and inevitable. Those elements, I could brace myself for somewhat. But nothing prepared me in the slightest for the CLASS CONFLICT arc, and it gave me chills like Eurydice had in that storm.

[sundreary]

okay this post gave me Thoughts . d-16 as a fucked up version of the myth... the one who looks back .... the reality of how the world is makes him lose sight of what it could be

doomed to repeat the mistakes of the ones who came before ...............

"to the world dream about, and the one we live in now" god if that quote isn't the most orion pax optimus prime coded

[reidrum]

good night moon | s.r

A/N: hi again ! this one is deeply self indulgent i fear but who cares i hope you like it as much as i do <3 ps let me know what kinda fics i should write next !!

cw: spencer reid x bau!reader, cm type violence, reader is afab but this only is referred to when mentioning reader is a daughter, sad thoughts, hurt/comfort, talks about nightmares, spencer just wants to take care you gdm it why won’t you let him

wc: 2.4k

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trudging up the stairs of the bullpen, you tried your best to use whatever sense you had left to beeline to the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. thank god the bau had minimal reflective surfaces because you’re sure you look like the evil old lady from snow white. that was just, your opinion of course. to everyone else you looked fine.

fine was so subjective. what did these fuckers know about being fine? they weren’t the ones on the mission. they don’t know what you saw, how you did nothing, how you couldn’t do anything.

“FBI hands up!” you yell holding your gun and flashlight at the unsub. he’s holding the victim at knifepoint, a twelve year old girl who reminded you too much of yourself.

this unsub’s MO was kidnapping eldest daughters of families that had sons as well, because he believed the son should be the eldest child with the most responsibility and that the daughters were only there to create more babies. the team had deduced that he was the youngest child to an older sister who he felt had too much control over him, combined with his fascination with the perfect nuclear family, it slowly turned him into a sociopathic killer.

“come any closer and i’ll slit her throat!” the unsub bellowed, getting dangerously close to her carotid artery.

“you don’t wanna do that, man,” derek says behind you, “just put the knife down and we can talk.”

“there’s nothing left to talk anymore! i’m already going to prison. there’s no point.”

you called out the unsub’s name, “i know how you’re feeling, i have a younger brother too and he feels the same way you do sometimes. what your sister did to you was not okay, but not all sisters are like that. we just want to care for our family. let them have the chance to be the big sister you wished for.”

the unsub seemed to contemplate your words for a minute, then looks up at you with eyes devoid of any light, “then this one is dedicated to you, agent.” and he drags the knife across her neck leaving waterfalls of blood coming out.

you’re not really sure what happened next. a gun went off, presumably derek’s, to kill the unsub. and then it was you screaming as you rushed to the young girl to try and stop her bleeding, but it was no use. the cut was deep enough to nick that damn carotid and all you could do was hold her in her last moments.

“te- tell my family i love them, and that i’m sorry.” the young girl spurts out so softly you almost didn’t hear it.

“no sweet girl, don’t be sorry,” you say through hiccuped cries, “i’m sorry i couldn’t save you.”

the last thing you remember was feeling strong hands carrying you out of the building. you couldn’t hear much, the sound of your wails pretty much masked anything in a five mile radius. you could taste the iron lingering in your mouth from biting your lip too hard and desperately collecting the salty tears and sweat trickling down your face. at first you smelled smoke and dust, most likely from being in the cave where the unsub was. but as you were being dragged away from the crime scene you were influxxed with a musky scent, and a hint of vanilla with that fresh laundry smell. spencer. the last thing you see are his worried little brown eyes staring down at you before everything goes dark.

that was monday. it is now thursday. the case had wrapped up, the unsub was dead the families were notified and now you all were in the office doing your paperwork for the case.

and all of you were doing fine, right? everyone else had already coped and processed the case, already stepping back into their normal life routines. but you, you couldn’t have it that easy, but god you wish you did.

since that day, you’d been holing up in your apartment with all the lights turned on. you sat in your living room, eating a bowl of fruit loops and watching bluey, because listen it’s a great show and we should acknowledge it. you cry out loud seeing bluey care for her little sister bingo, and it brings you back to that dusty cave and the bloodied hands.

you could feel sleep creeping up on you, yet you subconsciously found a way to push bedtime by doing menial tasks like cleaning, extra long skincare, watching a movie. when you ran out of things to do, you entered your room and just stared at your bed. how were you supposed to admit to yourself that the horror isn’t in the movie you just watched where the creepy demons kill everyone, but it’s what is waiting for you behind closed eyelids.

so the only logical solution was to just, not sleep. you whipped out every trick in the book to stay awake for as long as you could— energy drinks, coffee, splashing cold water, anything so you wouldn’t have to reface your plagued memories.

spencer observed you from a distance. he watched as you got coffee a whopping three times before 10am, you picking at your skin, not to mention the bags growing under your eyes. it was then he formed a hypothesis, he was a scientist after all. that you simply were not sleeping because of the case. it was much less a hypothesis and more of a fact because he knew exactly what it was upon first sight of you, hell he invented the sleep avoidance look.

and as the inventor it meant he knew the feeling more intimately than he would like to admit. spencer knew what it felt like to be debilitated by the confines of your brain, holding onto shreds of memories you know are not worth remembering but have somehow marked their territory anyway. and everyone coped differently, for spencer he isolated himself for days and then threw himself into work. for you? well, that was the next part of spencer’s experiment.

spencer approaches you in the kitchen as you’re pouring your fourth cup before noon, “hi.”

“hi.”

“how are you? feels like we haven’t talked in a bit.”

“i’m good, sorry i’ve just been. busy.”

spencer frowned internally, he knew you weren’t doing a single thing but working at the office. “are you okay? do you want to talk about last week?”

you cut him off abruptly and start walking out, “i really have to finish these reports spence, talk to you later.”

spencer knew better, he should give you space to cope by yourself. you were an adult, you can take care of yourself. but you shouldn’t have to, he thinks. spencer still tells himself he knows better as he’s waiting on your doorstep that night, about to the rapp the door.

after a minute of no answer he knocks again this time calling your name through the door, “will you let me in please? i want to show you something.”

still nothing. he continues, “i know what you’re feeling, and i want to help, please.”

he almost gives up and turns around when he hears the turn of a lock and slight creek of the door opening to see you in all your beautiful glory.

now you, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes. avengers pj shorts with a baggy uni t shirt, hair flying in any direction, and a look that spencer could only describe as grief. but god if you weren’t the most beautiful human he’d seen in his life, he’d be lying.

you were coming up on day 3? or was it 4? of no sleep. it’s not like you were not sleeping at all you took little 30 minute naps each day, enough to get you some shut eye but not enough to make it your rem stage of sleep.

spencer speaks again, “can i come in?” you nod silently and open the door wider for him to step in. he removes his shoes and it’s then you notice a big ole tote bag he’s lugging to your living room.

“what’s in the bag?”

“ah, come sit. i brought magical things.” he smiles playfully.

you shuffle over to sit a seat’s cushion away from him and watch as he starts pulling item by item from his mary poppins bag.

candles, essential oils, books, but specifically romance novels with the silly cartoon covers that he swears aren’t real books but you argue with him until he concedes, melatonin gummies, pillow sleep spray, and one more item that he’s holding onto for what seems to be dramatic effect. you’re not amused.

“and the piece de resistance,” he presents the last item, and you look confused for a second, until you recognize the item in front of you and immediately start tearing up. in his hands is a grogu weighted stuffed animal that he holds out for you to take. “i know you’re not sleeping. it happened to me when, you know. i figured it would be helpful if you had someone who could empathize how you’re feeling. and because you’re my best friend and i care about you.”

your bottom lip trembles, and you feel the ice block you’ve kept yourself in this past week start to melt uncontrollably. “spence…” you breathe out so quietly. he did all this? for you? doctor spencer reid went out to the store, and bought a grogu stuffed animal for you to cuddle at night to ease your loneliness?

the concept of being taken care of was so foreign to you, as the eldest daughter in your family it was always you taking care of others and making sure everyone was okay. but rarely did anyone check on you, how you were holding up. and you had learned to cope by yourself, to handle the big emotions by yourself, but for once, someone was willing to take all that weight off your shoulders and let you breathe. and god, did it feel so cathartic you could burst out in sobs.

so you did.

“hey,” he says scooting closer to you so he can scoop you into his chest, “was that a lot? penelope said i’d probably overwhelm you but all of the things i brought are scientifically proven sleep additives-“

“no i just, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” you whimper.

spencer’s eyes soften, “you deserve it. what happened last week… was hard. i just wanted to help.”

“thank you,” he hears a muffled response and rubs his hands affectionately down your back, “damn, all this crying is making me so tired.”

“see! the magic of the poppins bag.” he chuckles. you laugh too. spencer thinks all the flowers in a mile radius just bloomed.

“it’s just,” you start out, nuzzling into his chest deeper, “the second i close my eyes and dream, i see her. and how i couldn’t save her. and how the others i couldn’t save either.” you feel your chest seizing up again.

“okay well hey, hey. you did what you were trained to do. any other agent in your position would’ve tried talking him down the way you did. and your personal story gave you an advantage that no one else would’ve had. statistically speaking, you were the best chance at getting through to him. yeah it didn’t work, but it wouldn’t be probability if it always worked,” he cradles your face in his big hands, “we’re all so proud of you, you know. rossi’s waiting for you to be back on your feet so he can host pasta night at his hou- sorry his mansion again.”

spencer looks down at you properly to your tear stained cheeks and brushes your hair back. he sees the pain and tiredness fighting behind your eyes and asks softly, “what do you need right now?”

“i’m tired.” you lament.

“then lets go sleep.”

“i can’t.”

“why not?”

“im scared.”

“well that’s why i brought the stuff silly goose,” he taps your nose, “come on, let’s go set it up.”

spencer brings all the sleep aids to your room and sets them up appropriately, even plugging in your sunrise lamp to help with the ambient lighting. the only thing left to do is for you to get into your bed.

you both stand on opposite sides of your bed, and he’s waiting for you to get in so can tuck you in. you hesitate and look up at him with the same worried eyes he saw all those days ago.

“could you stay for bit?”

“i can stay for some time if you want” you both speak at the same time. you giggle again, spencer thinks an angel got its wings.

thank god he wore sweats and a comfy t shirt he thinks. he slid in under the blanket and holds it open for you to come in, “come on, you’re missing the cuddle party with grogu and i!” you beam widely and finally sink into your bed.

spencer pulls you into his chest, wrapping an arm around your shoulder blade, and the other taking a spot on your hip rubbing soft circles. you lay your head to rest on his chest, right above his beating heart. you try to let the metronomic thumps lull you to sleep, but spencer can still feel your eyelashes fluttering about on his chest. he knows what you’re thinking, because of course he does.

“look at me,” he nudges you, you look up at his eyes again and see nothing but pure love and reassurance as he continues, “you are safe. nothing can hurt you. i promise.”

“are you sure?” you let out meekly,

“i’m sure. it’s okay, go to sleep,” he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your forehead. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

you shakily take a deep breath, and close your eyes.

after five minutes of spencer rubbing shapes into your back, he can finally hear the soft snores coming from below. he places another kiss on your head, whispers, “good night angel girl,” and doses off.

you wake up the next morning feeling so rested and relieved you can’t help but give spencer a big hug that wakes him up. spencer thinks he’d be the luckiest man in the universe if he could wake up like this everyday.

[jarondont]

[HERMES, spoken]

Now everybody knows that walls have ears

[TELEMACHUS]

Is it true?

[SOULS]

Is it true?

[HADES, spoken]

What's that noise?

[HERMES, spoken]

And the walls had heard what the boy was saying

[TELEMACHUS]

Is it true?

[SOULS]

Is it true?

[HADES, spoken]

It's the boy!

[HERMES, sang]

A million tons of stone and steel...

[TELEMACHUS]

Is it true?

[SOULS]

Is it true?

[HERMES]

Echoed his refrain

[SOULS]

Low, keep your head, keep your head low

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

If you wanna keep your head

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

Keep your head, keep your head low

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

If you wanna keep your head

Oh, you gotta-

[ANDROMACHE & HELENUS]

Why do we turn away when our brother is bleeding?

[SOULS]

Oh, keep your head-

[POLITES & EURYLOCHUS]

Why do we build the wall and then call it freedom?

[SOULS]

Oh, keep your head-

[ACHILLES + PERIMEDES]

If we're free!

[PATROCLUS + ELPENOR]

Tell me why!

[HECTOR & CASSANDRA & PARIS]

I can't look in my brother's eye?

[SOULS]

Keep your head-

[HADES]

Young man

Got to hand it to you

Guess you don't scare easy, do ya?

Are you brave or stupid, son?

Doesn't matter which one

'Cause it seems your song made quite a strong impression on my wife

But it takes more than singin' songs to keep a woman in your arms

Take it from a man no longer young

If you want to hold a woman, son

Hang a chain around her throat

Made of many carat gold

Shackle her from wrist to wrist

With sterling silver bracelets

Fill her pockets full of stones

Precious ones, diamonds

Bind her with a golden band

Take it from an old man

[SOULS]

Ooohhh

[TELEMACHUS]

If I raise my voice-

[WORKERS, one-by-one]

If I raise my voice

If I raise my voice

If I raise my-

[THE FATES and COMPANY]

Keep your head low

[NAUSICAA]

If I raise my head-

[WORKERS]

If I raise my head

If I raise my head

If I raise my-

[THE FATES and SOULS]

Keep your head low

[NAUSICAA]

Could I change my fate?

[THE FATES and COMPANY]

Could I change-

Could I change-

Could I change my fate? Oh, you gotta keep your head low

[TELEMACHUS]

If I raise my voice could I-

[SOULS]

Keep your head low!

[TELEMACHUS and NAUSICAA]

Could I change the way it is?

[SOULS]

Why do we turn away instead of standing with him?

Oh, keep your head-

Why are we digging our own graves for a living?

Oh, keep your head-

If we're free

Tell me why

We can't even stand upright?

If we're free

Tell me when

We can stand with our fellow man

Keep your head-

[HADES]

Young man, I was young once too

Sang a song of love like you

Son, I too, was left behind

Turned on one too many times

Now I sing a different song

One I can depend upon

A simple tune, a steady beat

The music of machinery

You hear that heavy metal sound?

The symphony of Hadestown

And in this symphony of mine

Of power cords and power lines

Young man, you can strum your lyre

I have strung the world in wire

Young man, you can sing your ditty

I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY!

I'll tell you what, young man

Since my wife is such a fan

And since I'm going to count to three

And put you out of your misery

One!-- give me one more song

One more song before I send you

Two!-- to the great beyond

Where nobody can hear you singing

Three!--sing a song for me

Make me laugh, make me weep

Make the king feel young again

Sing for an old man!

OHHH THIS IS SO GOOD! THE OTHER CHARACTERS COMING IN YESSSS

[song-of-past-romance]

Hadestown X The Odyssey (has some EPIC in it, but mainly the Odyssey)

Chant (Reprise) isn’t my favorite Hadestown song of all time, but I thought it’d be fun!

…

Hermes smirked, as he watched the underworld from above. Taking the souls down. “Now everybody knows that walls have ears..”

Telemachus took a deep breath. Before strumming his guitar and singing. “Is it true?”

You can hear voices wailing back. “Is it true?” From their agony down below.

The god of dead frowned, sitting up from his throne. “What's that noise?” His eyebrow furrowed.

Hermes, after he led the souls down. Looked at Telemachus. The grin still plastered on his face. “And the walls had heard what the boy was saying.”

Telemachus repeated again. “Is it true?” He seemed focused.

“Is it true?”

Hades then stood up from his throne, an.. not so pleasant expression on his face. “It's the boy!” He exclaimed.

“A million tons of stone and steel...” Hermes whistled.

Telemachus then sung one last time. “Is it true?!”

“Is it true!?”

Hermes’ smile then faded, he knew how it went. He knew how this would end. But he felt hope for the boy.. maybe this time he wouldn’t be like Orpheus… “Echoed his refrain.”

The souls.. workers from below chanted. “Low, keep your head, keep your head low. Oh, you gotta keep your head low.. If you wanna keep your head-”

“Oh, you gotta keep your head low. Keep your head, keep your head low. Oh, you gotta keep your head low..If you wanna keep your head. Oh, you gotta-” They kept chanting as Telemachus hid and ran. He only had one chance.

“Why do we turn away when our brother is bleeding?” He heard two souls say, and proceeded to bump into them. Helenus and Andromache, the woman was holding a baby.

“Oh, keep your head-”

Telemachus felt a pang in his heart, as he looked tot he left. He saw two others, one with a bandana and one with a… weirdly large sword speak.

“Why do we build the wall and then call it freedom?” The one with the large sword put a hand on the one with the bandana’s shoulder.

“Oh, keep your head-”

“If we're free..” a blonde haired with a arrow in his heel and a man with a bruise on his neck say.

“Tell me why!?” a darker haired man with a spear in his chest and a man with a lightning scar on him would speak.

One with a spear in his neck, one with a golden apple in his hand looking solemn, and one women who was covering her mouth, “I can't look in my brother's eye?”

Telemachus kept running, he felt creeped out.

“Keep your head-“

Hades exclaimed, “Young man. Got to hand it to you.. Guess you don't scare easy, do ya?” the god glared. “Are you brave or stupid, son Doesn't matter which one.. 'Cause it seems your song made quite a strong impression on my wife. But it takes more than singin' songs to keep a woman in your arms!”

Telemachus tried escaping, but Hades had always stayed in front of him, as if following and watching his every move, like he was ready to make the fates strike the thread any minute.

“Take it from a man no longer young. If you want to hold a woman, son—Hang a chain around her throat.” He summoned a golden chain and put it around the princes neck.

“Made of many carat gold! Shackle her from wrist to wrist—With sterling silver bracelets.. Fill her pockets full of stones. Precious ones, diamonds. Bind her with a golden band. Take it from an old man.”

Telemachus then narrowed his eyes, grabbing the chain. And shook his head.

“Ooohhh..”

The son of Odysseus, the son of Penelope, then exclaimed. “If I raise my voice!”

“If I raise my voice..” one female worker said.

Andromache stood, “If I raise my voice.” The man next to her, possibly Hector.. looked at her in shock.

“If I raise my-” Cassandra tried to speak.

The fates and souls cut her off, as Cassandra shakily took back her hammer. “Keep your head low.”

Nausicaä then spoke out as well. “If I raise my head!”

Clytemnestra then repeated. “If I raise my head-”

Andromache kept working, and also responded.“If I raise my head..”

Cassandra tried again. “If I raise my-”

“Keep your head low!”

Nausicaä nodded. “Could I change my fate?”

“Could I change-”

“Could I change-”

“Could I change my fate?” Cassandra yelped out.

The souls suddenly looked hesitant, some stared at their hammers, like they were just gonna drop it. “Oh, you gotta keep your head low..”

Telemachus kept strumming his guitar, walking, feeling the pain. “If I raise my voice could I-”

“Keep your head low!”

Nausicaä and Telemachus looked at eachother nervously, and Hermes watched from the shadows, with a solemn look on his face.

“Could I change the way it is?” They both asked.

The ones with the big sword and the bandana stared at eachother. “Why do we turn away instead of standing with him?”

“Oh, keep your head-”

The one with the golden apple and the spear looked hesitantly at eachother, like they weren’t so.. close. “Why are we digging our own graves for a living?”

“Oh, keep your head-”

More chanted, some seemed frustrated and confused now, “If we're free! Tell me why-”

“We can't even stand upright?” The blonde and the dark haired looked very unhappy.

Helenus and Andromache shook their heads. “If we're free. Tell me when.. We can stand with our fellow man?”

“Keep your head-”

Hades then grabbed onto Telemachus, almost choking him. “Young man, I was young once too. Sang a song of love like you! Son, I too, was left behind.. Turned on one too many times- Now I sing a different song! One I can depend upon. A simple tune, a steady beat.. The music of machinery. You hear that heavy metal sound?. The symphony of Hadestown.”

“And in this symphony of mine! Of power cords and power lines. Young man, you can strum your lyre.. I have strung the world in wire. Young man, you can sing your ditty.” He threw the coughing Telemachus onto the ground. The prince gripped onto his guitar.

“I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY!”

Telemachus and some souls screamed when everything started to glow bright. The prince of Ithaca had to close his eyes.

“I'll tell you what, young man.. Since my wife is such a fan.” He scowled.

“And since I'm going to count to three.. And put you out of your misery. One!-- give me one more song—One more song before I send you. Two!-- to the great beyond. Where nobody can hear you singing. Three!-- sing a song for me. Make me laugh, make me weep— Make the king feel young again! Sing for an old man!”

Telemachus looked at Hades in shock, he then stared at the almost destroyed flower in his hands. But.. he knew the melody. He knew the song. The gods, they’ve forgotten the song of their love. But he wanted to make sure no one forgot his.

[slova-the-necromancer]

adding to this bcs i'm crazy and listening to it rn, also specifically the parts everything the ensemble does the whole "lowww, keep your head keep your head low, ohh you gotta keep your head low if you wanna keep your head" while doing the mining sounds and movements. it's insane it makes me insane

i'm on a musical theater kick right now my bad, and its mega overlapping with my dead by daylight hyperfixation right now but hear me out. how unbelievably perfect would it be to put why we build the wall from hadestown in a trapper character playlist.

i can't properly explain it, i just think the dictatorial vibes with that underlying capitalist and industrialist mood there in the lyrics. the enemy is poverty, they want what we have got and because we have and they have not, why do we build a wall and call it freedom ..... plus every time i saw the ensemble dressed as miners, i could NOT get evan macmillan off the mind.

[need-a-hobbie]

Identity Crisis: Prologue

Summary: Naya’il is a young na’vi woman that has yet to share her past with the Sully children. Only Jake, Neytiri, Norm, and Mo’at know the pains she went through as a child and that is why she is accepted into the Omatikaya as a sitter for the children. That’s before her, Spider, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk go out into the forest to explore and get captured. This time, Spider isn’t the only one the Sully parents fail to get. Naya’il and Lo’ak join him, the three bonding as teenagers. The only question is, why do the colonel and that bald headed corporal keep looking at her so weirdly?

Warnings: Mature language, trauma, abuse, mentions of death, smidge of stolkhom syndrome, slow burn, smut, graphic sex scenes

Pandora, or as the natives called it eywa’eveng, was the battle ground of human and a humanoid race called the na’vi. First, they came to learn from the people, to build bonds and trade, then it turned to tearing up the ground for unobtanium wich would supply energy to their dying Earth. Now, fifteen years after The Great War that ended with humans being thrown from the planet, they have returned to ensure a new planet for the humans to thrive on and kill. It ends with every creature not domesticated killed, every na’vi hunted and destroyed, the ecosystems, so beautiful and unique replaced with housing for the humans. They will destroy everything, everyone, for their own gain.

“What the hell were you thinking?! I take you two out and you can’t follow a simple order? What happened to staying in the skies and calling out incoming ships?!” The olo’eyktan of our tribe, the great Toruk Makto, tells at his two sons. They had disobeyed, almost died, and I watch with crossed arms. Kiri had come over with Tuk at some point to argue the fact that the oldest sibling, Neteyam, was bleeding. From what Lo’ak explained, an explosion went off and he had been caught in it, flying and cutting up his back pretty decently. “Ma Jake,” Neytiri, his mate, Palulukan Makto, sighs. Her hand, four fingers, rests on her son’s shoulder.

“Go to your grandmother’s tent.” He waves them off and I don’t miss the look she sends him while brushing past. The four leaving to tend to the oldest leaves Jake and Lo’ak, a potent mix of every daddy issue ever. “Olo’eyktan.” His eyes, muck more intense with the black paint surrounding them, land on me, daring me to say anything. “I will take care of Lo’ak.” He opens his mouth and I place my hand on the young boy’s shoulder. “Your yelling is attracting the attention of the clan. Go with Neteyam, please.” A moment of tense silence between us, the ikran chittering and wind rushing through the opening of High Camp. “You’re grounded, no flying for a month.”

He turns on his heel and I squeeze Lo’ak’s shoulder as we watch him stalk off. While I respected him, yelling at the boy who’s a carbon copy of him isn’t something I condone. “You okay, Lo’ak?” I turn him to face me, ears pinning at the tear filled eyes that meet mine. “I got you.” I pull him into a hug, resting a hand on the back of his head. “You’re okay now.” His shoulder’s shake and he cries into my shoulder, hugging me tightly. He reminded me of my younger brother so much, and to see him so upset and emotionally neglected hurt my heart. My ears twitch at the small patter of approaching footsteps and Spider peaks his head out from behind one of the many rock formations.

“Hey guys.” Lo’ak pulls away from me and Spider approaches with a wet cloth. “Jake wanted me to get you something to clean your face off.” Lo’ak lets me take it and I cup his cheek, carefully wiping the paint from his face. “Your father’s war paint. Very important. Very symbolic.” No response and I sigh. “You know, I remember what he was like when you and your brother were babes. Kiri as well, of course, but I distinctly remember the look on his face when he saw you two.” I rub gently, folding over the towel to get a clean spot as to not smear the paint on his face. “So proud, so happy, so young.”

Spider stands beside us, watching, listening. “That was before the humans came back. Before he had to worry for the safety of those who shared his blood, who were made from the very material of his body.” Lo’ak meets my eyes, his ears twitching. “The forest burned when the ships came, destroying much of the forest and burning many of the animals that were caught in the flames.” A pause while I turn his face. “They died horribly, unable to put out the flames on their skin.” A sad look from Spider, and I curse myself for not considering my words. “It was very sad, a very unhappy time for the tribes. Now, he sees himself in you, and he is scared that you will have to go through the same pain that he did as a young warrior.”

The paint is gone, so stains left behind by the pigment and I pat his head, smiling. “Spider, of course, had nothing to do with the pain brought. Only the pain that he brings by pulling pranks all the time.” The boy gives a sarcastic laugh and I grin at him. “Very funny, Naya’il.” I shrug, throwing the rag at his chest before messing with his dreads. “It is true, small man.” A gasp and he smacks the rag into my thigh very harshly. The sound is loud and I yelp, my skin stinging. “Oh! Watch your back, human!” He laughs, Lo’ak joining in and I pout.

“Since you think this is funny, you two can tend to the ikran by yourself. All thirteen that went on the war party!” Groans from the two teenage boys and I give a sarcastic laugh, which turns into a real one after the looks they give me. “C’mon. Let us get them tended before the great Toruk Makto comes back to yell.” Lo’ak snicker, Spider joining in before we start unsaddling the ikran. It takes close to an hour before all of them are fed, watered, unsaddled and sent on their way. He seems in better spirits when Spider starts joking around with him, and his smile reminds me so much of my brother I have to look away from the two as tears well in my eyes. He is not him, and he will never be.

After the ikran tending I head to my tent, head pounding. For the past few days, constant memories have been plaguing me, almost like a warning. I sigh, pulling back the leather of a strumbeast that had been given to me. Not a courting gift, but something that could be spared since others used blankets and rugs for their own tents. My fingers rub over the textured leather before I shake my head. Right, nap time. I enter my tent, stopping at the sight of Tuk. She’s sitting on my worn pillows, an uncharacteristic serious expression on her young face. “Thank you for joining me, Naya’il.” I feel my face scrunch up in confusion, questions on the tip of my tongue before I sigh.

“What can I help you with, young Tuk?” A tense smile and I sit on my bedding, crossing my legs. She had turned on the lamp, setting it behind her, and the idea that she did so to look intimidating crosses my mind. “Lo’ak is going to the forest later, with Kiri and Spider.” I nod. “Okay, what does this have to do with me?” A smile, sickly sweet and dangerous takes over her serious expression. “They want you to go. I want to go.” Another nod and concerned expression from me. “Are you wanting me to force them to take you as well?” She nods. “Yes, you are the oldest.”

I raise my eyebrow, or the muscle that would move one of Lo’ak’s and give her a pointed look. “Tuk. I turn eighteen in two days, that does not make me as old, wise, or persuading as your grandmother.” She frowns and I sigh, slouching enough to rest my elbow on my thigh and prop my chin in the palm of my hand. “Okay, but! You have to stay close and listen to what we say. I cannot promise you will be allowed, but I will try.” The youngest Sully child throws herself at me, squealing and I let the force of it push me onto my back. I hug her back, blinking up at the shadows on the leather, created by the light striking the sticks on the opposite side. “Get out. I need a nap.”

[tieflingkisser]

Inside the Nuseirat Massacre: This Is the Carnage I Saw During Israel’s Hostage Rescue

I was on the road to the camp when Israel launched its raid — and saw the aftermath in a nearby hospital.

DEIR Al-BALAH, GAZA ­— Suhail Mutlaq Abu Nasser didn’t originally come from the Nuseirat refugee camp in the central Gaza Strip. But, by the time the Israeli military attacked the area on Saturday — part of a large-scale operation to rescue four Israeli hostages seized from a rave on October 7 — the camp was the closest thing Abu Nasser had to a home. After initially settling in the area in November, Abu Nasser, 60, faced more displacements, but the tortuous journey brought him back to Nuseirat this spring. The house in Nuseirat he’d taken up had been bombed and was partially destroyed, but he reasoned it was better than the nylon tent he had stayed in down south in Rafah. On Saturday, at around 11 a.m., Abu Nasser was standing by a window in the home when missiles began to rain down on the area. One struck just 20 meters away. “The area turned to ashes,” Abu Nasser told me in a Sunday interview. “I couldn’t find my wife and started calling out to those around me to ensure they were still alive.” Driven outside by fear of his building being bombed, Abu Nasser was confronted by a massive Israeli attack unfolding around him. The streets were filled by a swarm of quadcopter drones equipped with small arms. Tank tracks could be heard nearby. U.S.-made Apache attack helicopters hovered. Nearby homes were hit with missiles. “We heard people crying for help in the bombed houses,” Abu Nasser said. “They had martyrs and injuries, but we couldn’t help them.” The scene was gruesome. “The street was filled with civilian body parts,” he said, “and many injuries bleeding out without ambulances being able to reach them.” The sustained attack on Nuseirat lasted about 75 minutes. “The operation ended, but we stayed in our places, afraid to move for a long time,” Abu Nasser recalled. “It was a horrific scene and a difficult time that I had never experienced in my life.”

[...]

The Washington Post verified two videos of a truck bearing the logo of a dishwashing soap being escorted out of Nuseirat by Israeli tanks — though whether the scene was before or after the attack was unclear. Another video posted online showed a Mercedes-Benz van with living items strapped to it — a “Grapes of Wrath”-like scene common in Gaza. An eyewitness told the Post that about 10 Israeli soldiers leapt out of the van, shooting the eyewitness’s brother. (A representative for Israel Defense Forces spokesperson Rear Adm. Daniel Hagari told The Intercept no civilian vehicles were used in the attack.) Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah, which I visited on Saturday, was overflowing with casualties from Nuseirat. Ambulances continually arrived, and screams filled the air. Chaos reigned in the emergency room throughout the afternoon, said Karin Huster, a policy organizer and supervisor working at Al-Aqsa with Doctors Without Borders, according to a recording she sent from Gaza that was released by the medical aid group, known by its French initials MSF. “There is nothing, nothing at all that justifies what I saw today,” Huster said. “Nothing.” “These children — the 3-month-old, the 7-year-old, the 12-year-old who died — the 25-year-old man, the 78-year-old woman, who all have horrendous injuries,” she continued. “Why did they deserve this? And why is the world looking on in silence? To what level of horror do we need to go before we finally do something, before we finally tell Israel that this is not acceptable?”

[realtasagartach]

Hadestown Chant (Reprise)

Got Hadestown brain rot and noticed how different each version of Chant (Reprise) is. Especially how the studio version doesn't have Persephone's part at all. So here's my version that combines three different iterations I like best:

[HERMES, spoken]

Now everybody knows the walls have ears

[ORPHEUS]

Is it true?

[COMPANY]

Is it true?

[HERMES, spoken]

And the walls had heard what the boy was saying

[ORPHEUS]

Is it true?

[COMPANY]

Is it true?

[HERMES]

A million tons of stone and steel

[ORPHEUS]

Is it true?

[COMPANY]

Is it true?

[HERMES]

Echoed his refrain.

[COMPANY]

Low, keep your head, keep your head low

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

If you wanna keep your head

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

Keep your head, keep your head low

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

If you wanna keep your head

Oh, you gotta keep your head—

[HADES]

Young man, got to hand it to you

Guess you don't scare easy, do ya?

Are you brave or stupid, Son?

Doesn't matter which one

‘Cause it seems your song made quite a strong impression on my wife

But it takes more than singin’ songs to keep a woman in your arms

Take it from a man no longer young

If you want to hold a woman, Son

Hang a chain around her throat

Made of many carat gold

Shackle her from wrist to wrist

With sterling silver bracelets

Fill her pockets full of stones

Precious ones, diamonds

Bind her with a golden band

Take it from an old man

[COMPANY]

Ooohhh

[ORPHEUS]

If I raise my voice

[THE FATES]

If I raise my voice

If I raise my voice

[COMPANY]

Keep your head low

[EURYDICE]

If I raise my head

[THE FATES]

If I raise my head

If I raise my head

[COMPANY]

Keep your head low

[EURYDICE]

Could I change my fate?

[THE FATES AND COMPANY]

Could I change

Could I change

Could I change my fate?

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

[ORPHEUS]

If I raise my voice could I

[COMPANY]

Keep your head low!

[ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE]

Could I change the way it is?

[COMPANY]

Oh, you gotta—

Why do we turn away when our

brother's bleeding?

Oh, keep your head—

Why do we build the wall and then call it freedom?

Oh, keep your head—

If we're free

Tell me why

I can't look in my brother's eye?

Keep your head-

[PERSEPHONE]

When I was a young girl like you

This old world was younger too

We set it spinning hand in hand

Me and a young man

Now you see what he’s become

Hades with his heart of stone

I forgot what true love was

And then I heard your Orpheus

Take it from a woman of my age

There is nothing love can’t change

Even when the bricks are stacked

Love is blooming through the cracks

Even when the light is gone

Love is reaching for the sun

It was love that spun the world

When I was a young girl

[COMPANY]

Ooohhh

[EURYDICE]

If it's not too late

[THE FATES]

If it's not too late

If it's not too late

[COMPANY]

Keep your head low

[EURYDICE]

If I still have time

[THE FATES]

If I still have time

If I still have time

[COMPANY]

Keep your head low

[EURYDICE]

Could I change my fate?

[THE FATES]

Could I change

Could I change

Could I change my fate?

[COMPANY]

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

[EURYDICE]

If it's not too late can I

[COMPANY]

Keep your head low!

[EURYDICE]

Change this fate of mine?

[COMPANY]

Why do we turn away instead of standing with him?

Oh, keep your head—

Why are we digging our own graves for a living?

Oh, keep your head—

If we're free

Tell me why

We can't even stand upright?

If we're free

Tell me when

We can stand with our fellow man

Keep your head—

[PERSEPHONE]

When I was a young girl like you

Sister, I was hungry too

Hungry for the Underworld

When I was a young girl

Now you know how it tastes

The fruit of Mr. Hades’ ways

Sister, it’s a bitter wine—

Spit it out while you still have time

Take it from a woman of my age

Love is not a gilded cage

All the wealth within these walls

Will never buy the thing called love

Love was when he came to me

Begging on his bended knees

To please have pity on his heart

And let him lay me in the dirt

I felt his arms around me then

We didn’t need a wedding bed

Dark seeds scattered on the ground

The wild birds were flying around

That’s when I became his wife

But that was in another life

That was in another world

When I was a young girl!

[COMPANY]

Low, keep your head, keep your head low

Oh, you gotta keep your head low

If you wanna keep your head

Oh, he said he’d shelter us

He said he’d harbor me

He said we’d soldier on

And then the wall would bring us peace

We’re gonna

Count to three and then we’ll raise our heads, singing

One, two, is it true?

Is it true, what he said?

[HADES]

Young man, I was young once too

Sang a song of love like you

Son, I too, was left behind

Turned on one too many times

Now I sing a different song

One I can depend upon

A simple tune, a steady beat

The music of machinery

You hear that heavy metal sound?

The symphony of Hadestown

And in this symphony of mine

Of power cords and power lines

Young man, you can strum your lyre

I have strung the world in wire

Young man, you can sing your ditty

I conduct the electric city!

I'll tell you what, young man

Since my wife is such a fan

And since I'm going to count to three

And put you out of your misery

One! Give me one more song

One more song before I send you

Two! To the great beyond

Where nobody can hear you singing

Three! Sing a song for me

Make me laugh, make me weep

Make the king feel young again

Sing for an old man!

[countthereds]

if my brother uses the extended family group chat to air out all his stupid greiviances against the fact that he has a sore throat but is acting like it's the end of the world and that he is dying and we are treating it like a sore fucking throat i will fucking end him myself and spare myself the bother of having to humor him.

A doctor saw him, said it's just a sore throat, if things don't get better in a few days might have turned into a bacterial infection. He should stop picking his nose with his nails and coughing and blowing his nose extre hard because that gave him a v mild nose bleed that he only noticed bc a small brown clump showed up when he blew his like ya allah how are you this ridiculously melodramatic over a fucking sore throat

and it's not like we didn't take care of him, he just wants someone to fuckin, tuck him in bed and give him forehead kisses and go Awww u have a boo boo TO A FUCKING 16 YEAR OLD like Bitch????

and he Always wants someone to do sth for him Always, if he so much as sees me in the kitchen he suddenly wants food, tea, and a bajillion other things. If he's studying he suddenly has a collection of very stupid questions to ask even when HE ALREADY KNOWS THE ANSWERS TO HIS OWN QUESTIONS.

MY GOD but he annoying, and he pings me! pings me on the extended family group with posts where he calls our parents awful shit like ffs I Know mum and dad are not the best but why are you AIRING THAT OUT TO A FUCKING CHAT GROUP THAT DOESN'T TALK ABT THAT SHIT?? and even then, he's talking about ridiculous slights! Enno 5alas 5alas ya rabbi shut up you self centred spoilt idiot. wakes up with a fever and feeling v cold, decides to freeze in bed and send me 10739363 messages at 2 A FUCKING M on q workday like i'm supposed to be awake and nursing him. I happened to be awake and i told him to take panadol and some anti-emetic bc his stomach was unsettled and he KEPT YELLING WITH A SORE FUCKING THROAT about how i "should open whatsapp/discord" like I was having a resonable time away from my phone you fucking bastard cunt, why do i have to give you all my attention all the time.

he makes insane claims and jumps to all the wrong conclusions and builds himself up to be a fucking victim over the simplest shit and when joked with immediately tells people to kill themselve 5alas 5alaaaas I hate him the only thing ello.masbberni 3aleeh is filial peity, because otherwise i would leave him to starve because apparently he refuses to eat when HE has to make the food

[priceofwar]

//this is literally just long feng to jet, remind me to make a verse of a like a laogai rebellion 

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 4: run girl run

the umbrella academy x reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: mentions of blood

masterlist

"you will be working on locating number five instead" reginald instructed the young girl. she raised her head in shock.

"what?" 

"come, we must work in solitude" he ignored her confusion, uncaring for her feelings as usual. he lead her down the stairs. she only remembered coming down here once as a child, it was when vanya was sick. reginald showed her to a vault like room. she stared at it, unsure.

"you will be training down here from now on, your siblings will not disrupt you down here" 

the h/c haired girl stared at the room with wide eyes. her siblings wouldn't disrupt her or she wouldn't disrupt them..?

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"like i said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. without the client's consent i simply can't help" lance biggs sat in his office chair, staring at klaus as he talked. five stood beside the chair y/n sat in, hands in pockets and annoyed.

"well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name" five leaned in, gritting his teeth.

"well, that's not my problem" lance shrugged, "sorry, now there's really nothing i can do so.." 

"oh, what about my consent?" klaus looked up now, gaining five and y/n's attention. what was he doing? "who gave you permission to lay your hands on my son?"

"what?" the other three people in the room all spoke in unison. 

"you heard me" 

"i didn't touch your son" lance argued, glancing at five.

"oh, really?" klaus begun to lean forwards, moving to stand up. "well then how did he that swollen lip then?" 

"he doesn't have a swollen lip-" lance was cut off as klaus struck five across the face. five touched a hand to his now bleeding lip, glaring at klaus in confusion. 

"and, what about my daughter? how dare you lay a hand on her. she's so sweet and innocent" klaus turned to y/n now, gesturing to her. she awaited a hit now, sure he was going to punch her. "how could you assault her like that?" and just as she thought he slapped a hand across her face, leaving a bright red hand print.

"i want it. name please, now" klaus turned back to lance, leaning on his desk. the doctor raised a shaky finger at him.

"you're crazy" 

"you got no idea" klaus laughed breathlessly before taking notice of the snow globe resting on the desk. he picked it up smiling as he read it. "'peace on earth' that's so sweet" y/n jumped in surprise as he smashed it over his head, groaning in pain. he held his hands to his face for a moment before looking back up, hair dripping with water and glitter. blood dripped down the side of his head.

lance quickly dialled a number into the phone, lifting it to his ear. he was still in shock, "i'm calling security- what are you doing?!"

y/n stood and gently gripped five's blazer sleeve, pulling him back as klaus ripped the phone from lance's grip. five glanced at her in confusion but then realised what was happening as he barely missed an elbow to the face as klaus dramatically cried into the phone.

"there's been an assault in mr biggs office and we need security now, schnow!" klaus slammed the phone back onto the table before leaning close to lance. "here's what's gonna happen grant"

"it's lance-"

"in about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood and they're gonna wonder what the hell happened and we're gonna tell them that you, beat the shit out of us" klaus breathed for a moment standing up straight now, staring the doctor down. "you're gonna do great in prison grant, trust me, i've been there. little piece of chicken like you, oh my god you're gonna get passed around like a.. you're gonna do great, that's all i'm saying" klaus waved his hand, smiling.

five smirked now, proudly standing beside klaus. y/n nervously stood behind five, watching over his shoulder.

"jesus, you're a real sick bastard" lance stared up at him, stunned. 

"thank you" klaus spat out a piece of glass.

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"focus, number eight!" reginald shouted once again, frustrated as she failed once again to find her missing brother. she squeezed her eyes closed tighter, trying to ignore his insults. 

it had been almost 6 years since five had disappeared and around 1 since ben died. she had spent that year working on finding her brother only to be unsuccessful. it was like he had dropped off the face of the earth, she didn't know how her father expected her to find him.

she needed to focus. her eyes glazed over again as she opened them, turning black for the sixth time that hour. her hands glowed a soft white colour in her lap as her powers worked. she couldn't hear her father anymore. 

she opened her eyes slowly to see destruction. where was she? she notices a store behind her, flames still burning endlessly upon rubble. carefully she walked into what was left of the department store. there sat a mannequin in a white top with black dots, only the top half of the mannequin was still undamaged, she had a single arm and no hair but what was left of her body was fine. suddenly someone walked through y/n. she stared at the boy for a moment, recognising him as her missing brother. 

"five..?" 

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klaus sat atop the bench while five sat across from lance who searched through the files. y/n stood in between the two, arms crossed and guarded as she watched everything over klaus' shoulder. her face still slightly hurt, hand print clearly visible. 

lance nervously flicked through the file five was looking for before pausing as he read it.

"huh.. that's strange" 

"what?" five snapped impatiently,

"uh the eye, it hasn't been purchased by a client yet" lance looked up at him now, 

klaus jumped off the bench, stepping behind lance. "what? what do you mean?" 

"well, our logs say that the eye with that serial number.." klaus stepped over to his other side and leaned over his left shoulder. "this can't be right, it hasn't even been manufactured yet. where did you get that eye?"

lance, klaus and y/n all looked to five. where did he get that eye?

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he was a little older than she remembered but he was definitely the same boy that ran away all those years ago. he didn't answer her voice, not hearing her at all. she frowned, watching as he dug through what was left of the store. he was searching for something useful. 

while he dug through scraps she went back to the beautiful mannequin. she was surprised at how it had managed to stay okay through all of this destruction around them. she reached a hand out to touch her before she heard five's voice. had he seen her?

"five" she smiled, turning to him only for him to walk right through her again. she frowned, why couldn't he see her? she tried to grab his arm but her hand only phased through. she was like a ghost.. where was she? where was five? "five, can you hear me?" she stood in front of him, trying everything to get his attention. 

"five? five!" why couldn't she help him? she just wanted to help. she felt so useless, watching him walk around and gather materials. she couldn't speak to him, he couldn't hear her..

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"well, this is not good" five breathed out in annoyance as they exited the building. 

"i was pretty good though right? 'yeah, what about my consent, bitch?'" klaus grinned, giddy as they stepped out. y/n sighed at her brother, trailing behind.

"klaus, it doesn't matter" five snapped, stopping on the last step to glare at him. klaus stopped just after, turning to face him.

"what? what? what? what's the big deal with this eye anyway?" klaus carelessly threw his hand in the air, not at all bothered.

"there's someone out there who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days. they're going to bring about the end of life on this earth as we know it" five spoke seriously, stressed.

y/n's eyes narrowed. that's where he had been..

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she felt herself being pulled away, like someone was tugging her. she fought, wanting to stay, she needed to help him. she needed to tell five he could get back, she could help him, she would.

she continued to call for him even though she knew it was useless. she wasn't able to help him no matter how hard she tried. she was like a ghost. five finally stopped rummaging, now noticing the mannequin behind her. 

"how did you.." he spoke softly, he even sounded the same. god, she missed him. she almost broke down again as he walked through her, picking up the mannequin softly. just as y/n faded she reached her hand out, trying to touch him. her hand instead gripped the mannequin. she shouted in pain as she felt like she was being torn apart. she squeezed her eyes shut hoping the pain would stop.

when her eyes opened again she found herself in that same room with her father scowling down at her. he watched her for a moment, for once allowing her to calm down. she slowed her breathing, wiping away the tears on her cheeks, bitterly.

"report, number eight?" reginald asked, impatiently glaring. 

"i.." she paused, she couldn't tell him. she would find five on her own if she had to but she couldn't tell him, she wouldn't. she was a failure. she couldn't tell him she couldn't do it, the punishment would be too great. "i didn't find him.." 

reginald clicked his tongue in disappointment. "you are dismissed until further notice. training will not resume"

"what? but what about five-" 

"number five is gone and you can do nothing to help him if you keep failing, number eight. you are too weak. you are dismissed" he snapped, narrowing his eyes, daring her to talk back again. 

she stayed silent.

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klaus paused before ignoring five's ominous tone, "yeah, can i get that twenty bucks like now or what?"

"your twenty bucks?" five stared at him in disbelief.

"yeah, my twenty bucks" 

"the apocalypse is coming and all you can think about it getting high?" five got up in klaus' face, annoyed. how could he not care that the world was ending?

"hey, um.. five?" y/n tried to diffuse the situation before anything could happen. she didn't need another family fight.

"well, i'm also quite hungry" "tummys-a-rumbling, grr" klaus grinned, patting his stomach and imitating gurgling sounds.

"you're useless.." the boy clad in uniform mumbled, incredulous. "you're all useless!" he begun to walk away to the stairs of the building.

"five? hey, come on. i'm sure we can do something else to stop the-" y/n smiled softly, walking behind him, holding his blazer sleeve. klaus interrupted her.

"oh, come on, you need to lighten up, old man" he stayed where he was, exasperated. "klaus!" y/n scolded, sitting beside five only to be ignored. "hey, you know i've just now realised why you're so uptight! you must be horny as hell. all those years by yourself, that's gotta screw with your head, being alone" he acted sympathetic as he sat on five's other side. y/n rolled her eyes, he was definitely just doing this for his money.

"well, i wasn't alone" five stared off while he fiddled with his fingers.

"oh? pray tell" klaus turned, interested.

five looked up now, reminiscent. "her name was dolores, we together for over 30 years" 

"30 years? oh wow, god, the longest i've been with someone was.. i don't know.. three weeks?" five's eyebrows furrowed, bored. he looked around for an escape. "and that's only because i was so tired of looking for a place to sleep-" he noticed a cab driving by and took y/n's hand before blinking into the cab. "he did make the most fantastic ossobuco though, it was.. five? y/n?"  

the pair appeared the back of the cab, scaring the driver. "don't stop. just keep going" five instructed before leaning out the window and saluting condescendingly at klaus.

"hey, hey, hey, hey! what about my money?!" he shook his hand, angrily yelling at them.

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"y/n, dear" grace smiled at her, standing in the doorway to the library. her siblings stood around their mother, all ready for bed. she was going to tuck them in. "it's bed time, come now, let's get you ready"

y/n stared at her books for a moment before ultimately sighing and following along. she brought two with her though. diego walked beside her, as grumpy as usual and only there because he was a mommy's boy. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion however at the books in her hands.

"why do you need books on physics and probability?" y/n looked up at him, surprised he was talking to her. usually her siblings ignored her now that she wasn't part of their missions. she stared at him for a moment, deciding whether to tell him or not. with a glance at the cameras in the room she decided against it.

"none of your business" she muttered quietly, curling her arms around the books, holding them to her chest. it gave diego a look at the equations written on her arm though. what was she up to?

he dropped it nonetheless. he didn't care too much if he was being honest, what she did was her business.. for now.

she was going to find him. she had to. with her books splayed out around her she made sure to stay to the quiet corner of the library, the one no camera in this house reached. loose sheets and notebooks filled with equations sat messily in front of her, decorating her wide array of books. if she could only tell five she could help him. he was surely smart enough to figure this out on his own but how long would it take him? she wanted him to come back sooner not later.

"come on, you can do this" she clenched her hands into fists, glowing white as she focused. her eyes turned black and she looked around. she couldn't move, she was stuck. she noticed five walking around but her body wouldn't do what she wanted it to. he walked over now however, did he finally see her? he smiled, taking a seat beside her. she noticed a book in his hand but she couldn't read what it was. he scribbled in it, focused. the only she noticed was that she was sat in red wagon, unmoving and unblinking. what was wrong with her?

five wrote down a few more numbers, showing her what he had written so far. it was similar to what sat beside her earlier. "i've almost got the equations dolores"

what..? her name wasn't dolores? 

she gasped as she was shaken back to reality. looking up she found a concerned looking klaus with diego a few feet behind him.

"oh god" klaus sighed in relief as her eyes turned back to normal. "i thought you died or something"

"idiot, if she was dead her powers wouldn't have been working" diego scoffed although he too looked quite relieved she was okay. 

"what were you doing?" klaus sat beside her now, staring at the numerous equations in front of him.

"what are you doing? shouldn't you be training or something?" she frowned, annoyed at having been caught and interrupted. 

"we asked you first" diego countered, crossing his arms. 

"i was practicing, nothing you should be concerned about" she waved it off, packing up her books and notes.

"it looks like a lot more than practicing, eight" he moved closer, stepping on the sheet she was about to pick up. he leaned over her, watching her carefully. she eyed him back, just as daring.

"you don't know what it looks like, two" she stated calmly, still holding the sheet. 

"c'mon, y/n, just tell us what you're doing" klaus whined, "what are we gonna do? tell dad? we're not luther" 

y/n snorted, remembering the jokes they used to make about luther sniffing dad's underwear. "fine, i was looking for five, dad stopped my training" diego stepped back now, confused.

"why would he stop your training?" 

y/n paused, looking guilty. she glanced nervously between the two of them before waving them down towards her, whispering. "you can't tell anyone.. i lied to dad, i did find five"

"you're kidding" both boys stared at her in disbelief.

"why would you l-lie? w-w-w-what are you going to do if h-h-he finds o-out?!" diego freaked out now, his stutter coming out in his nervousness.

"he's not going to find out. he doesn't care about me now, i'm practically useless to him now" she shrugged,  continuing to stack her papers again. "besides i can't move or talk to five whenever i find him, i just.. exist. i'm like a ghost or something. i still need to figure out how to communicate with him" she sighed heavily. first, she wanted to figure out what book he was reading. she had never seen it before.

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"what are we doing?" y/n and five stood outside the department store. 

"i thought i said no questions until later" he raised an eyebrow at her. "we're just here to get something" she shrugged and he held her arm before blinking them inside. they walked around for a moment, using five's flashlight.

"oh my god! five look!" y/n gushed, noticing postcards on a stand. "they have so many cities!" he stared at her for a second, confused by her fascination before remembering she had never really left the house. she gasped suddenly, turning around and holding up a fluffy bunny keychain. "it's so cute!" 

a small fond smile grew on five's face as she took interest in the small, almost useless items that the store had to offer. with a sad look she turned to him, still holding the white bunny keychain. "five.. can i keep it?"

he paused, he was about to take dolores so he didn't see why not. if he said no he would be hypocritical.

"fine. but don't touch anything else, okay? we can't risk getting caught" he nodded before walking away. y/n grinned, hooking the keychain into her belt loop before looking around. 

five finally found dolores, looking up at her. "dolores.. it's good to see you" 

"i've missed you, obviously.. well, it's been a rough couple of days" y/n couldn't see who he was talking to but heard his voice. she frowned, he had gone through a lot. 

suddenly five yelled, "no!" and then there were gunshots. y/n dropped to the floor, praying five was alright. she ducked behind a gardening stand. five appeared beside her and she almost screamed. he held a finger to his lips, shushing her. she nodded, watching as he grabbed a spade, testing it's swing before disappearing again.

she watched as he fought one of the two shooters, slicing their arm before running again. she couldn't see him after that, not until he came back over with a bag, pulling her with him. they ducked down one of the aisles and he tried to spatial jump but it didn't work. he was too tired.

"shit.. come on!" he tried again. in a last effort they ran and jumped over a stall, caught as the lights from the guns shone on them like headlights. both five and y/n froze.

"got him" the one with the pink mask spoke before they were distracted by sirens. five used this to their advantage, pulling y/n out and away from the line of fire. they stayed behind a stand, waiting for the masked shooters to leave before they did themselves.

as they sat y/n finally got a good look at dolores, freezing when she realised she knew the mannequin.

"oh my god.." 

"what?" five furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"you were in a relationship with.. a mannequin?" she looked up at him in disbelief. the mannequin was not her issue though.

"look, if you have a problem-" he glared, ready to defend himself but she shook her head.

"no, no. i get it.. it's just.. " she trailed off awkwardly.

"what?" he snapped, getting impatient.

"five.. my soul was in that mannequin"

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[beels-burger-babe]

A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 1

***This...This is glorious. Oh ho, I will most definitely give you this fic @millenniumofpain! I will do so gladly! Thanks for sending in this great request!***

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE, Part Four: HERE

You growled to yourself, angrily wiping tears from your face, as you marched away from the House of Lamentation, away from your partners.

Well, you said marching. It was more of a stumble what with the way your intoxicated brain could barely walk forward. You wished you could say you didn't know how things got like this, but the evidence had been there all along. It was in the slow build of tensions that increased and increased until they overflowed. It was in the way everyone would bite their tongues more and more frequently rather than communicating their thoughts.

Everyone had little things about the relationship between the eight of you that bothered them, and no one said a word until the words could no longer be held back.

It all started after you came back from clubbing way past curfew with Asmodeus.

The two of you were definitely drunk and were giggling messes as you did your best to hold the other up.

You both jumped when the hallway light turned on to reveal Lucifer and the others waiting there for you.

You bit back a sob as you thought of the vicious words that came out of their mouths.

"You're so reckless! Do you know what could've happened to a human like you this late at night in this state?! For Diavolo's sake MC, I expected this behaviour from Asmodeus, but I expected more from you!" Lucifer shouted Asmodeus groaned and leaned against you. "We were just having some fun. It's my date night. Don't get your wings in a twist." Beelzebub glared at him. "Just because it's your date night with MC doesn't excuse you putting them in danger. You couldn't even defend yourself right now, forget about defending them!" You frowned and stepped forward. "Guys relax. Nothing happened." Mammon scoffed, "That's always how it is with you! You think that just because nothin' has happened to ya that it's fine. You ain't invincible MC. Gah, it's like you're just throwin' ya self into dangerous situations just to get us to come to save ya again!" Satan raised an eyebrow at Mammon's comments and crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe that's what they want. Attention. Is that the real reason why you keep being so reckless?" he tsks and scowls at you, "If you wanted attention MC you could've asked one of your seven boyfriends." You looked at them all with wide eyes. "Wha- I do NOT do all of this for attention!" Levi snarled, "Then why do you do it? Huh? Why else would you get drunk in one of the most notorious clubs in the Devildom? Why else would you date all seven of the Lords of the Devildom?" You stepped back as though you had been slapped by Levi's words. You glanced around at the others, but no one rose to your defence. You met Belphie's gaze hoping, that maybe as the only one to have not spoken up, that he'd be on your side. He just snickered and gave you a perplexed look. "What? Don't expect me to step in. You got yourself in this mess." You stood shocked and hurt; almost unwilling to believe that your partners, the people who you thought loved you unconditionally, verbally attacked you. Anger bubbled and boiled inside of you until you couldn't contain it anymore. "If you guys have such a problem with it, then maybe I won't depend on you anymore! I'm reckless, yeah, I admit, but I never did it for attention and I certainly never put myself in danger just so you all could play the hero," you turned your anger to Leviathan, "And in case you forgot, you all agreed to date me! I thought it was because you all loved me as much as I loved you but apparently fucking not! So if you don't mind, I'm going to leave now like the attention-driven child that you all think I am!"

Not your classiest moment, but you didn't care. It was clear you weren't wanted at the time, and you were too tired to handle the brutal words that they were throwing at you. So you left. Which brought you here, stumbling your way towards Purgatory Hall, drunk, and sobbing as you shivered from the cold Devildom air. You could just see the shape of the Hall ahead of you when you suddenly tripped and found yourself tumbling to the ground. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the ground. You groaned and turned yourself over to inspect the injuries. "Just when the night couldn't get any worse," "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You stiffened as three demons came out of the woods around you and began circling you like vultures about to swoop in on their prey. The tallest one snickered. "Looks like the Lords' little pet strayed too far from its masters. Lucky us~"

A shorter, rounder one smiled sharply as drool trickled from its mouth. "Their loss, our gain," it leaned forward and inhaled deeply before sighing in pleasure. "Oh, get a whiff of that fear~ Just, delicious! Do you think it's true when they say that human tears really do add seasoning to its meat?" You tried to scramble away from it, as your heart pounded in your chest, but yelped as your back bumped against a curvier one. Its long nails dug into your shoulders as it secured its hands near your neck. "Only one way to find out." You were in trouble. These demons clearly had no intention of letting you go. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. You jammed the heel of your palms against the back of the wrists of the demon that holding you down, while you leaned backwards away from it. You were able to get just enough slack to roll away from the demon before jumping back to your feet. You were still surrounded, but at least now you weren't defenceless on the ground. Progress.

You did your best snarl, one that you and Mammon had jokingly practiced together one day, and glared fiercely at them. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with? I could have you all killed with just a snap of my fingers. You have one chance to run away, or I promise you that no one will ever be able to find your sorry corpses."

The tall one laughed and smirked at you. "And what exactly are you going to do? Scratch us with your blunt little nails? Bite us with your flat teeth?" The round one perked and began to hop excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Maybe they'll summon the lords to do it for them! Such a pathetic thing doesn't stand a chance on its own."

The curvy one wore a sickening grin as it leaned down mockingly at you. "So, you gonna call your guard dogs or what?"

You froze. You couldn't summon the brothers. Technically, you could, but not at this moment. Not after that fight. They had basically screamed at you about how they were tired of you getting yourself into situations exactly like this and then come crying to them for help. And what did you do? Take off and prove them right. They didn't want to be your heroes. They didn't want you.

You were on your own in this, and there was no way you could fight and win. Without a second thought, you turned towards Purgatory Hall and ran. The laughter of the demons rang behind menacingly. You barely got five steps away before a set of claws slashed deep into your ankle. You screamed out as you collapsed roughly to the ground, making your forehead against the dirt road.

You twisted onto your side to see the round demon drooling over your heavily bleeding leg with a nearly psychotic expression. "I love it when they try to run." That was the only warning you got before it sunk its razor-sharp teeth into your calf. You wailed loudly in pain as you used your other foot to try and kick the demon off of you, but it wasn't so willing to let go of its meal. The tall one grabbed your arm, bending you foreword as it roughly folded it behind your back. You cried out as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket and nausea swirl in your stomach. "Not so tough now, are you?" It purred in your ear as it licked the tears off of your cheeks. You choked on your sobs as it roughly bit into the flesh on your collar, and weakly struggled in its grasp. "Let go of me! H-Help! Somebody! Help me!"

The curvy one finally approached you, burying its fingers into your hair before harshly yanking your head towards it. You screamed before it slapped its clawed hand across your face. Bile threatened to rise out of your throat as you felt your own blood drip down your cheek.

Spots began to blur your vision as the demon leered down at you with its menacing eyes. You felt your stomach drop as a realization hit you. This was how you would die.

You whimpered as you thought of the brothers, and how you never got to even kiss them or tell them goodbye one final time. Hell, you didn't even get to see them smile at you. Instead, you were reminded that you could never be what they needed you to be.

You would die scared, in pain, and unloved.

The curvy demon laughed as it wrapped its hands around your throat. You struggled to breathe and whined as, for just a moment, you saw Belphegore choking you to death once more, and not this monster. You morbidly thought that it was only fitting for you to be killed the same way twice. The demon leaned closer to you, demanding that you meet its un-naturally yellow eyes as it smiled. "You realize it now don't you? That this is your death bed? That no one is coming for the pathetic little human. I bet no one would even-" Before it could finish its sentence a blindingly bright beam burst across the side of its face sending it flying across the ground. You could hear the other demon curse and began to take off as two voices shouted and more bright flashes were sent in their direction. As your vision began to fade, you saw tear-filled, innocent blue eyes look down at you and a small mouth framed by chubby cheeks try to speak. But it was too late. With a final whine, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mind plummet into darkness. ***This request is just evil and I love it. There will be a part two. So stay tuned for more pain. Hope you enjoyed it @millenniumofpain! Thank you for allowing me to write this!!***

[queenshelby]

The Concubine - Part Eight

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Graphic Torture, Blood, Angst, Violence, Loss of Pregnancy, Smut

Words: 2,656

One week has passed since you miscarried and your life had changed quite significantly. You were sharing it with Tommy now and he was very different to Steven. To your surprise, he was gentle and caring and this wasn’t something you were expecting from a man in his position and with his standing.

You knew what he did and what he was involved in. The murders, the killing, the drug trafficking. You weren’t blind and business was always on his mind. In fact, his mind never rested. He couldn’t rest. There was too much to do and he still craved revenge.

Whilst you had never spoken about it again, the beatings and causing you to miscarry, you knew that he wanted to see Steven suffer for what he did to you. But, Steven was nowhere to be found until that very cold Sunday evening where everything changed with a phone call from Arthur.

‘Fucking got em Tom’ Arthur said through the phone and Tommy was quick to put on his jacket and coat, making his way through the door and to his silver Bentley.  

‘Where are you going Tommy?’ you asked surprised as you followed him through the door. He seemed to be in a mad rush.

‘I’ve got work to do Love. Don’t wait up, eh’ Tommy said, turning around briefly to give you a kiss.

‘Tommy, you promised’ you pouted, knowing that tonight was the night your abstinence and hunger for him was to come to end.

‘I will make it up to you, eh?’ Tommy said with a grin before you pulled him in for another kiss.

‘You will?’ you asked, biting your lip seductively. Whilst you were still bruised and hurt, you were desperate for him to take you. You loved being intimate with him.

‘Yes, I will, and you won’t be able to walk straight for fucking days, eh’ Tommy winked before getting into his car, causing you to laugh.

***

When Tommy arrived at the factory building where Arthur and Michael held Steven captive, the anger within him was building and so was his rage.

He knew what Steven had done to you and he knew what he had done to other women, including several working girls at establishments owned by the Shelby family while using an alias.

‘At last, we meet, eh’ Tommy said harshly as he sat down on a chair across from Steven who was bound to a pole with a with rope. A white piece of fabric was tied around his mouth to keep him quiet while he was sweating profusely.

‘It was fucking hard to find you. But now that you are here, your father can go free, get on with business or, more so, start over again because you fucked up, eh’ Tommy said as he removed the white fabric from Steven’s mouth.

‘I haven’t done anything to you. What the hell do you want from me?’ Steven asked, shivering and crying as he did. He was fearful and believed that Tommy was there to kill him.

‘I don’t want anything from scum like you. All I want is for you to pay for your fucking sins, eh’ Tommy growled, pulling Steven up on his shirt as he did.

‘If this is about this whore your brother saved, she fucking deserved it’ Steven then said, unable to hold back his emotion and, just as he did, Tommy pulled off his razor cap and slowly dragged it across Steven’s face, causing him to bleed profusely.

‘Listen to me you little fuck. I have made a deal with your father not to kill you but if you disrespect Y/N again, I will end you in the most painful way possible’ Tommy then said louder as Steven’s screams.

‘She cheated on me and I should have beaten her to death’ Steven growled in anger and pain.

‘He didn’t fucking listen to a word I said’ Tommy observed with a chuckle. ‘Did he fucking listen Arthur?’ he then asked, looking at Arthur.

‘No Tommy. He didn’t listen’ Arthur confirmed.

‘Pull him up, put him onto the table and start with what he did to his fiancée and the whores he visited at our establishments’ Tommy growled, handing one of his men a belt and they were quick to comply with Tommy’s request while Tommy watched.

‘She did fucking cheat on you, didn’t she, eh’ Tommy then said as the tenth stroke hit Steven’s back.

‘Because why would she be with someone like you...’ he went on to say as the twelfth stroke came down, causing Steven to cry in pain.

‘He is enjoying this too fucking much. Hit him harder’ Tommy then instructed before he continued on.

‘Now, I tell you a little secret Steven. The man she cheated on you with was me. Unlike you, I didn’t force her to do anything, treated her with respect and, if it wasn’t for you fucking animal, she would still be carrying my child. You killed my child and you can be grateful that I didn’t know that she was pregnant before she lost the baby, eh. Because if I would have known, you most certainly would die tonight’ Tommy then said, pulling on Steven’s cheek with anger as the 20th stroke hit him.

‘How does it fucking feel, eh? Being treated and abused like this’ Tommy growled when the final stroke came down on Steven’s back and he told his men that this was enough.

‘I am sorry please…please just stop’ Steven pleaded as tears were running down his face.

‘So that you can go back and rape more prostitutes, beat more women or take your anger out on anyone else who is not equal in size to you?’ Tommy asked.

‘I promise, I won’t hurt anyone…please just let me go’ Steven pleaded.

‘No, you won’t. I will make sure of that’ Tommy then said, pulling his face close as the blood from Steven’s cheek-stained Tommy’s clothes.

Then Tommy pulled Steven of the table and, whilst the blood from Steven’s back now also covered Tommy, he forced him to turn around and sit on the chair in the corner.

‘If you come near Y/N, or her family or any of my establishments, I will have you killed and I will also have your father and brothers killed. Do you understand?’ Tommy asked, causing Steven to nod.

‘Good’ he growled before turning around, facing his men.

‘Finish it’ he then ordered before lightening himself a cigarette and handing one of his men a hot piece of metal.

‘This will hurt’ Arthur then said as he followed Tommy to his car and, just as they left the building, they could hear the screams in the distance as Tommy’s men were branding Steven’s skin with the word ‘Rapist’ as a warning for any women who would cross his path.

‘See that the women in our establishments receive compensation for what he has done to them. Also, I am taking a break for two weeks. I trust you can handle matters without me, eh’ Tommy then said to Arthur, causing Arthur to nod.

‘A break? Arthur asked surprised.

‘I promised Y/N a holiday when this is over. And now it’s over’ Tommy then said.

***

It was at around midnight when you heard Tommy’s car pull up in front of the house and, whilst he told you not to stay up, you did and waited for him in the small reading room leading to his office.

‘You waited up, eh’ Tommy said somewhat surprised when he saw you wearing nothing but black and very seductive lingerie as he hung up his jacket and gun holster.

‘Tommy, are you alright? Your clothes are covered in blood’ you said with worry as you quickly walked over towards him.

‘Yes Love, it’s not my blood’ Tommy said, reassuring you before kissing you gently.

‘Then who’s blood is it?’ you asked almost unbothered by it.

‘Steven’s’ Tommy said carefully, leaving you speechless.

‘I wanted to kill him. But I didn’t. Yet, he got what deserved and he won’t be hurting anyone else’ Tommy then said, sighing as he did and, just like that, you crashed your lips onto his in haste.

There was something wrong but yet sexy about all of this, Tommy covered in blood, the man you loved seeking revenge on the man you hated with all your heart.

‘I need you to fuck me, right here and right now’ you said. Your crimson lips curled, taking on a sinful countenance as your ever hungry tongue slithered forth before whispering ‘I need you Tommy’.

‘My clothes are stained with blood Y/N, I should…’ Tommy said, holding back and, before he could finish his sentence, you responded.

‘I don’t care’ you said with urge and Tommy was quick to return your kiss.

You felt small as he towered over you but you drew up to your full height and boldly ran your hands over his chest.

You then stepped back just far enough to let your nimble fingers glide over Tommy’s tie and shirt, unbuttoning his vest and releasing the loose knot of his tie.

‘Fuck’ he simply growled and you watched his eyes crawl from your encased feet, up your stocking legs, to the clasp of the garter...following the garter straps up and noticing what the frame job was doing to your immaculately bare pussy.

You couldn't help but shiver as Tommy took in the sight of your mound. You could tell just how excited he was by your swollen glistening pussy lips and clit peeking out from under its protective hood. Tommy’s eyes only pulled away reluctantly, to continue the sight-seeing journey they started until your eyes met.

What you saw there made your heart skip a beat. Gone was the selfless man that saved you as he once again transformed into a predator ... and you were his prey.

The smile that your face sported grew with a devilish delight. Finally, the week of abstinence was coming to an end and you would get to experience the beast within Tommy again.

You had no time to react as Tommy stepped close, pushing you back against the wall with a resounding grunt, his hands moving to the lace barely covering your breasts and tugged the flimsy material down.

‘Tell me if I am hurting you, alright? Your back is still bruised’ Tommy said caringly and you nodded before pulling him closer again.

‘I need you to fuck me, Tommy. No holding back, please’ you demanded, causing Tommy to chuckle.

Your breasts were fully exposed now with the prickly lace under the tender flesh, your nipples extended and aching. Tommy used this moment to exert his prowess, as strong fingers captured the taut buds, pinching, rolling and tugging them until he heard a familiar moan.

His lips quickly and fiercely covered yours in a consuming kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, finding yours and battling with it. You knew the demanding kiss was intended to keep you as quiet as possible with the maids around but you couldn't help but return it with equal urgency and demand.

You felt one of Tommy’s hands release your aching nipple and slither down to your fiery pussy. His fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and against your erect clit. You cried out, his mouth the only thing keeping the sound to a minimum, as your hips bucked against his questing fingers. You ached for those same fingers to worm their way into your seeping hole and give you the slightest moment of relief, but no ... that was not his plan at all.

Your own hands were not still, as the nails of your left hand raked harshly against his shoulder, while your right hand found the buttons of his pants and tore at them. You needed this just as much as he did and were rewarded with little "pops" as the buttons released. You fished your hand behind Tommy’s briefs seeking what you had hoped was his throbbing cock and were again rewarded as your fingers wrapped around his steely member and began to stroke.

Tommy groaned and broke the kiss, panting heavily, nostrils flaring and you saw the darkness in his eyes deepening. His fingers still danced between your thighs and your own hand continued to stroke his hot cock all the while you dared to whisper, ‘I need you inside me Tommy, please’

With each word spilling from your lips, you squeezed his cock in exclamation. There was no doubting your words or purpose.

Tommy needed no other prompting as he pulled his hands from your needy body and worked his pants and boxers down just past his ass, his beautiful cock sprang into full view now, swollen,

Some pre-cum was glistening at the deep red tip and though you longed to tongue bathe that precious organ, Tommy again decided the outcome of this particular adventure.

His hands cupped your ass, lifting you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your back hard against the wall, your left-hand clutching at him while your right was positioning his cock at your seeping hole. Tommy’s eyes never left yours as he thrusted forward, burying his cock easily into your lava-like cavern.

‘Oh god yes, fuck Tommy’ you moaned before you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and bit down, wanting so badly to cry out in pure pleasure as Tommy quite literally took you. Each thrust was more powerful than the last and you knew that you would most definitely be sore in the morning.

Tommy’s fingers curled painfully into the flesh of your ass, holding you tightly as he roughly drove his member into your spasming pussy. It didn't surprise you when you felt the index fingers of his hands work their way to your wicked hole and pry before pushing them inside the sinful star.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned as you bit down harder on your lip, tasting blood but managing to squelch the whorish moan that threatened to burst forth.

Tommy worked his fingers in deeper and though you tried, you couldn't gain enough purchase to meet his pounding thrusts. Tommy pulled back just far enough that his swollen tip rubbed the hidden bundle of nerves within you and sent you flying over the edge.

He saw how your eyes widened, how your own nostrils flared and knew you were about to cum. His mouth covered yours possessively again, drinking in the scream of utter bliss and complete orgasmic delight. Your pussy rippled down Tommy’s length, pulling his own release from him.

Your hand left his shoulder and found Tommy’s head, pulling his mouth tightly to yours. It was your turn to devour his guttural growl and devour you did. You drank his pleasure down as his cock spit his precious seed deep into your mound, painting you.

It all happened so fast with an urgency born of intense need. As Tommy’s cock slipped free, he looked into your eyes.

‘Fuck’ Tommy huffed, letting go of you slowly before kissing you again passionately.

‘I missed this Tommy’ you said just before Tommy pulled up his pants and lifted you up.

‘Where are we going?’ you asked as Tommy carried you upstairs.

‘The bathtub for round two, then the bed for round three and I haven’t decided where we will take round four yet, maybe my office…’ Tommy smirked and your eyes widened in disbelieve.

‘I told you, you won’t be walking straight for days, eh’ he then grinned, causing you to giggle.

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[helliontherapscallion]

Surprises (Sweet Betrayal Part 2)

Part 1     Part 3     Part 4

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, alcoholism, abuse (physical and mental), depression, suicidal thoughts

Word count: 3,587

A dash of madness is what’s needed to get things done. It was the thing that caused Manberg to rise from the ashes of its terrible leadership prior to Schlatt, and it was going to be the thing that fixes the aftermath of the meddling of your ‘brothers’. At least that's what you thought on the matter. 

It was a bit hard to form rational thought when reminders of your brothers were everywhere. The buildings that stood populating the city were built by them. The dents and scratches on the wood of the stage were caused by them. Your bloodstain on the concrete was caused by them. The burn scar that took up half of your face and the now clouded blind eye was caused by them. You couldn’t even look in the mirror without being reminded of them; it was like they followed you everywhere you went. Tormenting you with every step you took. With every breath you took you were breathing in the same putrid air they breathed. The air would be purified once you were done with them. 

The only person you actually trusted nowadays was Schlatt. Oftentimes he would yell at you in a drunken rage, telling you that you were useless and undeserving of love. His words hurt you unbelievably, but he would always apologize in the morning. He had hit you occasionally leaving bruises and a fear of anybody moving too fast, but he had always apologized to you so you brushed it off. He was the first person that had shown you actual love after all. He was still the loving man he was before the presidency. 

He would do the same to your other father Quackity. You both comforted each other after he would do that. He confessed to you one night through tears that you were the only thing tethering him to his marriage with Schlatt. It was something you couldn’t understand; why would he ever want to leave Schlatt when he would apologize to you two every single time? It wasn’t like he could control his alcoholism. It had a grip on him that he couldn’t shake. 

You weren’t there when Quackity had killed Schlatt, as you were roaming the streets of Manberg at the time, but you were there when he ran into you in a panic. 

You were walking past Niki’s deserted bakery with a skip in your step and a smile on your face. The sight of the broken glass and the looted remains of the building took away most of the stress that living in and governing Manberg brought you. The citizens and the cabinet had grown distrustful of you and Schlatt, making it hard for you to get any work done. You had taken up most of the responsibilities of the presidency due to Schlatt falling off the deep end with his alcoholism and truth be told everything was stressing you out. You needed to keep smiling, you’re never fully dressed without one. 

You came to a halt in front of the bakery, your hand reaching up to graze the scarred skin on the right side of your face. The once relaxed smile that gently stretched your lips turned strained. ‘Don’t cry, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!’ A soft voice sang in your mind, his light laughter reminiscent of happier times. He would not be happy with the path you’ve taken. Oh well, you liked who you were now; he just needs to put up with it when you see him again.

Your thoughts were interrupted by something, or rather someone, colliding with you. You were about to fall onto the glass-strewn pavement before someone caught you and pulled you into a tight embrace. You couldn’t see who it was, but their jacket smelled like a mixture of blood and cologne. Their shoulders were bouncing as they sobbed into your shoulder. Papá?

You felt his wings embrace you fully, much like they did during the festival. You awkwardly rubbed his back until he calmed down enough to pull away from you. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, face blotchy, and a swollen lip graced his face. Your dad was probably just drunk again. 

You tried your best to smile at him gently, the smile threatening to falter. “Papá? Is Dad drunk again?”

“We have to get you out of here, mijo.” He tried to grab your hand to pull you with him but you moved it out of the way. You needed to know what was happening. You didn’t like not knowing what was happening.

“Why do you have blood on you, where are you bleeding?” Schlatt’s never made you or Quackity bleed before, so this was new. He was probably drunker than he usually was. 

You watched as his dark brown eyes flicked down to his bloodied hands and clothes before they flicked back up looking more panicked. “It’s not mine. C’mon, we need to get out of here.”

This time, he firmly grabbed your hand and started to pull you towards the borders of Manberg. Towards Pogtopia. You weren’t ready to enact your plans for the brothers yet, so you dug your heels into the ground. That didn’t stop the man, in fact he pulled you close to his body and spread his wings to take off into the cloudy sky. Before he could, you pushed him away. 

“Papá, who’s blood is it?” You already knew, your voice was shaking and the smile had completely faded. Surely, he couldn’t be dead again, right? Quackity’s face told you all you needed to know. Schlatt was dead. 

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you whispered “what happened?”

“He- it doesn’t matter. Come with me, I’m leaving this place,” he spat out the last word with hatred. “It isn’t too late for you, Pogtopia-”

“Pogtopia? You’re seriously going to that pathetic excuse of a ‘country’?” You barked out a somewhat forced laugh, the smile finding its rightful place on your face. “Are you stupid? Why would you ever leave a nation as prosperous as Manberg?”

“Can’t you see? Look around you, this nation’s crumbling under Schlatt’s rule! How is that ‘prosperous’?”

“Did you hit your head or something? Our nation’s thriving under Schlatt’s leadership!”

“He isn’t even fucking leading! All he’s doing is getting drunk off his ass having you do all the dirty work! He’s using you, (y/n).”

“Shut the fuck up Quackity,” he flinched back slightly at the use of his first name being thrown about, “Dad’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and you, you’re so stupid to just throw him away when he needs us the most.”

He put his hands on your shoulders and gripped them tightly to avoid you ripping yourself out of his grasp. He looked you dead in the eyes with the most sincerity you’ve ever seen from someone. “(Y/n), we tried to help him. We did our best, but he’s too far gone. He isn’t the person we knew; the presidency no, this nation, changes people. If you stay, he’s gonna… You have to come with me to Pogtopia. Your brothers-”

“They aren’t my brothers.”

“-Wilbur, Tommy, and everyone else that used to live in Manberg is on their side. You’ll get killed if you stay.”

You tilted your chin up and looked down at him with cold eyes and your signature smile. “Then so be it. I will see to it that anyone cowardly enough to run when things get the slightest bit tough will be taken care of,” his grip on your shoulders loosened for a moment in shock at your words. That was all the time you needed, you ripped yourself out of his grip and turned to walk away leaving the devastated man in your wake. You stopped and turned your head to look at him through the corner of your good eye, “I suggest you run as far as you can, P- Quackity. It would be a shame if I had to kill you if you stayed a second longer. Get the hell out of my nation, traitor.” With that you turned back around and started walking again. After a few seconds, you finally heard him move. 

“I’ll be back for you, I promise. I-I love you, mijo.” You heard the ruffling of feathers and the batting of wings behind you as he left Manberg. The smile on your face was wobbly and weak as tears started to slip out of your eyes. You took a second to compose yourself before you broke off into a sprint towards the White House, passing a few Rutabagaville members and Badlanders stopping to look at you in confusion. Your dad needed you.

After that, you slowly began to question Schlatt’s words, especially when he was drunk. Now that you paid attention, he never said that he loves you anymore. He only had you do his work, the only things he would talk to you about anymore was about the upcoming war and how useless you were as he berated the paperwork you had no idea how to do. There were no more talks about how you mattered, no more side hugs, hair tousles, or soft headbutts, nothing. Maybe he was using you after all. 

So here you were, standing in front of his office with a shaking hand hovering over the oak doors. The smile on your face was incredibly forced, feeling painful for holding it for so long. Just as you mustered the courage to knock on the ram hybrid’s door, it swung open to reveal the hybrid himself.

Your father was swaying on his feet as he looked at you in surprise, “I thought I gave you the night off. Ender, can’t even get your own schedule right? Why’re you even working for me?” You could smell the alcohol on his breath and it reeked. You shrunk in on yourself slightly eyeing the bottle in his hand. The last time he yelled at you he smashed you in the head with it. You forgave him obviously, but it left you with fear whenever you saw a glass bottle in his hand. It happened only last week shortly after Quackity left. The gashes it left on your face and head were still healing. 

Since Quackity left and he went through yet another death, Schlatt had become more irritable, paranoid, and violent. He started yelling at and hitting you more, crying and begging afterwards for you to forgive him. He promised that he’d never do it again, but he always did. You always forgave him in the end because he was the only one that loved you and the only one that you actually talked to anymore. You craved any type of physical touch from your adoptive dad at this point, you didn’t care if it was violent or not. Any touch was a happy touch.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you Dad, but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me tomorrow for my birthday.”

“Birthday? BIRTHDAY?” He barked out a drunken laugh, his words slurring together. “You want me, the leader of a nation during a fucking war, to take a second off just because of one day that never should’ve happened?”

You fiddled with your fingers and shuffled your feet, struggling to keep the trace of a smile on your face. You couldn’t lie, that one stung a bit. If you didn’t know any better, you’d compare it to how you were treated at your previous family’s home. You’d never compare Schlatt to those cowards though. He was far better than them. “I’m sorry Dad, but I just thought that I’d celebrate it this year, I’m turning six-.”

“Awe, is it gonna hurt your wittle feewings if I told you that I don’t care? Wake up, (y/n). We’re in the middle of a war. We don’t have time to celebrate anything. You and I are working tomorrow. Now get out of my face before I fire your sorry ass for unprofessionalism and misconduct.”

“Okay, goodnight Dad. Love y-” before you could finish, the door was slammed in your face. You could hear him laughing and mumbling incoherently to himself from behind the thick oak doors. Sighing, you turned around and walked straight into your office. You took out a rope from your desk drawer and stared at it blankly. 

It’d be so easy to off yourself again. If you made the noose properly unlike last time, your neck would snap and you’d be killed immediately instead of slowly suffocating. No one would stop you, no one would care. Schlatt would. He loved you like you were his biological kid. You fantasized that as you were about to jump off your desk that he’d open your door and attempt to apologize before he would realize what was going on and comfort you. He’d hold you like he did before he won the election telling you that your life mattered. You’d give anything for that to happen, but in the deepest darkest corner of your mind you knew that it’d never happen. He’d just drown himself in alcohol not realizing what’s happening in the room down the hall. Hell if anything, Karl would be the one to find your hanging corpse as he had a meeting with you first thing in the morning.

Besides, you had to live to carry out your plan to murder Tommy and Wilbur. You obviously wouldn’t be able to kill Philza or Technoblade because the former is immortal and the latter is, well he’s Technoblade (though you have been talking to Dream more lately. Maybe you could ask for a favor). That didn’t worry you; they’d probably kill you on sight once they’ve heard that their precious boys have been brutally murdered by you. You didn’t care if they killed you afterwards, your mission would be complete. It’d be a devastating blow to the family (if you could even call it that at that point, it’d be just father and son), something that’ll take them a while to recover from. 

You put the rope back into your desk drawer and curled up onto the couch you had in the corner of your office. Wrapping yourself in the blanket you kept in a filing cabinet drawer, you quickly passed out.

The next day felt just like another day. You woke up, put on your suit, and started on some paperwork that you had to complete before the end of the day. You didn’t feel any different, it was just another day of trying to keep this nation afloat during wartime while juggling two jobs at once. Schlatt was right, your birthday was just another day. You felt silly for confronting him about it last night. It was stupid of you to do, all you could hope now was that he’d forgive you.

A knock on the door made you look up and plaster a smile onto your face. “Come in.” Karl’s messy mop of brown hair came into view before he did. Like usual, he had a dopey grin on his face and was wearing that ender awful hoodie. You hated that hoodie, it was unprofessional to wear in such an important government building. It looked like he was wanting to say something, he looked slightly anxious. Looking back down at your work, you quickly reorganized it. “Good morning, Mr. Jacobs. I’m assuming you’d like to walk and talk?”

“How-”

You walked over to him with a smile, “I can read people’s body language pretty well. Now let’s start our meeting. It’s not like we have all day.”

You both walked through the halls of the White House talking about what you usually talked about in meetings; progress reports, the extent of which Pogtopia is expanding, and brainstorming ideas on how to take the rebelling country down. The entire time he was casually throwing around jokes of which you would reply with a ‘stop messing around’ and quickly reel the conversation back in. Eventually, he stopped dead in his tracks in front of a spare room you and Schlatt used for storage. It was relatively empty inside with the exception of a few boxes. 

“Karl, why have you stopped? We still have much more to discuss before our meeting’s over.”

“Open the doors.”

“Wha-”

“Just do it! You’ll like what’s on the other side, I promise.” You eyed his excited smile suspiciously before you sighed, “fine, I guess I’ll entertain you just this one time. Don’t expect me to-” you cut yourself off as you saw what was behind the door. 

Grinning faces stared back at you. Each member of the Badlands and Rutabagaville were in the cramped little room. Well, it was cramped for Bad and Sam with their heights, the rest of them fit just fine. In Bad’s hands was a homemade cake with neat letters printed on the top in your favorite color. It read ‘happy 16th birthday (y/n)!’. 

You were frozen as Karl put a hand on your shoulder and gently nudged you inside the room closing the door behind him. You stayed frozen as they started to sing happy birthday to you, Karl and Sapnap competing to sing the highest note at the end of it. You stayed frozen as they looked at you expectantly waiting for you to blow out the candles. 

“Well? You gonna blow out the candles, gem?” Skeppy gestured with a hand to the cake, the flames’ light being bounced off his ridgid skin in a slight rainbow. 

“I-I don’t- We don’t have time for this, we’re in a war. I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do-”

“Nothing’s gonna happen if we celebrate for an hour,” Sam gently told you, “the paperwork can wait.”

“Yeah, you’re still a kid; you deserve to at least have an hour dedicated to you on your birthday,” Ant told you.

 You stayed there looking at them skeptically, you remembered how they looked at you during the festival. However unlike their looks of fear and disbelief they all wore during the festival, they were looking at you with warmth and empathy. You honestly didn’t know what to do, you haven’t celebrated your birthday since… well since him. By Ender, you missed him. 

“C’mon, imagine the fire is your enemy! Blow em out! Blow em out!” Skeppy chanted, the others joining in with encouraging smiles. Bad looked like he wanted to scold them for trying to pressure you, but he eventually joined in as well placing a giant clawed hand on your shoulder with a gentle smile and a nod towards the cake.

You hesitantly leaned forward and blew the candles out. The plumes of smoke that drifted off from the burnt wicks reminded you of the cigarettes Schlatt would smoke. The men in the room cheered with Ant gently patting your shoulder and Karl, Sapnap, and Skeppy cheering the loudest. Sam was clapping and giving you the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen from the creeper hybrid and Bad put his hand on your head and ruffled your hair. You could feel your forced smile turning genuine as you felt a warm joy bubble in your gut and spread through your body for the first time in years. 

“Good job, muffin! What’d you wish for?”

You craned your neck to look up at the demon in confusion, “I was supposed to wish for something?”

“Yeah! Haven’t you done this before?”

“No, can’t say I have. Am I supposed to wish for something now or am I too late?”

“It’s never too late, muffin. Go ahead, wish for something,” Bad gave you a small smile. You nodded and stared at the cake intensely raking your brain for something to wish for. The only thing that you truly wanted was for Tommy and Wilbur to finally die and for Technoblade and Philza’s lives to be ruined. That was the only way you’d be happy, so you opened your mouth only to have a frantic Skeppy cut you off, “no! If you say it out loud, it won’t come true!”

“Alright, I’ll keep it to myself then.” 

After you ate some cake (it’s been a while since you’ve had the sweet, it was tastier than you remembered), you tried to glance at the clock only to be blocked by Ant, “relax, Schlatt’s out today. You can spend as much time here as you want.”

“He’ll find out, my Dad’s been stressed lately. I-”

“Kid, you work your ass off twenty four seven. You’re almost never out of your office.”

“Language Sapnap! But… he has a point though. You need a break. You shouldn’t have to worry about this kind of stuff, you’re still a kid.”

“Loosen up a bit! I’ll put on some music, what do you usually listen to?” Karl grinned widely at you gesturing to the jukebox in the corner of the room. You saw some records laying around on top of one of the boxes. It looked like there was a full collection of them. 

“I don’t usually listen to music. I don’t really have the time for it, but uh, you can pick out anything as long as it’s not Cat or Mellohi.” You hated those discs with a burning passion. It was like you could still hear the muffled medlies drifting through the walls in your childhood home. 

Once Karl put on a disc, some fast paced harmonized notes sounded from the machine. 

“Let’s fuckin party!” Sapnap shouted.

“Language!”

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[deans-baby-momma]

The Story of Us-Chapter 16

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67​ allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Micki Singer

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, depression, semi-dark themes

A/N2: This chapter is ALL flashback.

After Lilith possessed Ruby and let the hellhound in, Dean was torn to shreds right before Sam's eyes.

He lay there, lifeless and bleeding as Lilith tried to end Sam too but her attack was left wanting; it did nothing to him so she took off.

Sam carried his brother's body out and laid it in the backseat of Baby, got in the driver's seat and headed back to the motel they'd booked, back to Bobby and Micki. He was so wrapped up in his grief that he didn't get out of the car fast enough. Micki came running out and threw open the back door before he could get to her.

She screamed and cried and fell to her knees but never took her eyes off of Dean, she screamed herself hoarse and then puked everywhere. Sam had to practically lift her off the ground and help her back inside before he and Bobby could tend to the older Winchester.

Then when they were in the main room discussing salting and burning the body, Micki came stomping in and yelled at them.

"YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT BURNING HIS BODY! YOU HEAR ME YOU ASSHOLES! HE IS NOT BRING PUT ON NO FUCKING PYRE ANE SET ON FIRE! YOU TRY IT AND YOU'LL BE FUCKING SORRY,  I PROMISE YOU THAT."

"Well, sweetie, what do you suggest?" her dad asked.

"We are cleaning him up and we are burying him. End of discussion." And then she turned and walked out the door.

The three of them worked together and cleaned every single tear and laceration on Dean's body before Michaela dressed him as best she could.

They drive out to a deserted field lined with  trees where Bobby and Sam work tirelessly to build a makeshift coffin and dig a hold while Micki sits in the backseat of the Impala, holding Dean's head in her lap.

"Dean. Oh god Dean," she cried. "Why? Why did you have to leave me-us? We needed you baby. Our daughter and I need you," she smiled through the tears as she realized what she just said. "That's right. It's a girl. I was going to surprise you when we defeated Lilith and sent that bitch back to Hell."

With one hand on the top of his head, Micki placed the other on three prominent bump of her abdomen.  "Your daughter will always know what a hero her father was; how he fought to save the world. I promise you, Maren will know that her daddy, Dean Winchester, was a good and decent man. Barney, Dean. Fucking Barney."

Micki leaned down and placed her warm lips to his cold, limp ones. She stood beside her father and her best friend and pseudo brother-in-law as they put her boyfriend's body into the box, covered it and lowered it into the ground.

After erecting a makeshift cross of twigs as a headstone, she climbed back into the Impala and the three of them drove away. 

In the days and weeks after Dean's 'funeral', Micki kept to herself in her room, only coming out to use the bathroom.

She only ate a portion of what food her dad or Sam brought up to her, even after they both begged and reminded her that she had to eat to keep the baby healthy. 

But everytime Micki thought of the child in her womb,she broke down in sobs. Her daughter would never get to meet her father,  would never witness or benefit from the love of the man who was Dean.

It had been almost a month after Dean's untimely murder that Micki felt the first twinge of discomfort in her stomach. Thinking it was just the little girl inside her moving she shrugged it off.

Two days later, the pain was so incessant that she was beginning to wonder if something was wrong. The annoying aches had turned to continuous rolls of cramps. She was in agony!

"SAM! DAD!" she yells, hoping the two men left in her life were nearby. When she heard two sets of feet running up the stairs she knew they'd heard her.

"What's wrong honey?" Bobby had asked out of breath; Sam coming in behind him, not quite as wonderful but still panting.

"I don't know!" Micki cried. "There's something wrong. Something is going on with the baby. I'm hurting. Owwww!" 

Doubling over in pain, Micki wrapped her arms around her very pregnant stomach. Bobby and Sam both jumped into action, her dad pulling her out of bed and into his arms as Sam ran back downstairs to get the car.

The whole way to the hospital Micki screamed and cried in pain as she squeezed Sam's hand while Bobby drove.  Sam winced in agony, thinking his hand was going to be crushed.

Nurses rushed Micki into a triage room where the attendant asked what Micki would clarify as stupid, unless questions before they transferred her to Labor & Delivery floor.

The RN there mistakenly took Sam as the father and had him stand by Micki's side while they examined her.

"Talk to her and keep her calm," the nurse urges. "Distress isn't good for your child." Sam wanted to correct her but Micki called out his name so he just does as he's told.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay. They're going to check on that little girl and make sure she's just fine."

"Sam," Micki cries, tears streaking down her face. "I can't lose her. She has to be okay. I can't lose her too!"

"You won't. I promise."

The doctor came in then. He was a short, stout man with graying hair. He's donned in a surgeon's gown and stopped to pull some disposable gloves on before taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

"Hello. I'm Dr. LeSarge. How are we today," he asked. 

"Peachy," Micki snarkily gritted out. 

"Okay," the doctor answered, realizing the absurdity of his question. "Let's get your feet in the stirrups and I'll take a looksee what's going on."

Sam turned his head as the nurse helped get Micki situated where she needed to be. Micki hissed out so Sam looked to see what was happening  

His face flushed red when he realized that he was seeing parts of Micki he should have never seen.

"Well Ms. Singer, it looks like you are in active labor," the doctor announced as he stood and removed the soiled gloves. "You are dilated to 6 and the mucus plug is missing. A few more hours and your baby will be here."

"But," Sam said. "It's not time. She has 6 more weeks."

"These things happen son," the doctor responded as he took the chart and flipped some pages. "Looks like everything is okay. Baby is healthy and not in too much distress. So, we'll just monitor her progression and before the night's over, you'll be parents. Congratulations!"

Sam and Micki just stared after the doctor as he left the room.

"Sam," Micki pleaded. "What if she doesn't make it? What if she's too young? Oh god!"

Sam tried his best to console and comfort Micki as she suffered through not only the panic of the baby been being born early, but the pain of her body preparing for it.

Eight hours later, a wrinkly, crying, pinkish bundle was placed on Micki's chest as the nurse pulled Sam down to the foot of the bed to cut the cord.

After the scissors severed the tissue, Sam did the unthinkable. He didn't even consciously realize what he'd done before it was too late. 

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