#his mom died when he was like 2 or 3 so he barely remembers her

[littleswordsman-au]

Zoro, what happened to your real parents?

"My mom got really sick and died when I was little, I dunno my dad though. I think he's also dead."

#one piece au #// little swordsman au #op zoro #roronoa zoro #i was originally just gonna answer this with 'I dunno!' but i thought about it some more lol #his mom died when he was like 2 or 3 so he barely remembers her #he knows both his parents were swordsmen tho

[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F)

Summary: Y/N couldn’t wait until the days she could return to cousins, but this summer was different. After boundaries were broken and mistakes were made from the summer before, all she wants to do is forget. But when you live with the mistakes you made, how can you not remember?

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, sexual content, swearing, angst and fluff, cancer mentions and treatment.

A/N: First story! Had the inspiration due to tsitp season 2 coming out. Also intense love square warnings and slow burn so be prepared, please enjoy!

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(THIS STORY UNDER REVISION)

Note to readers: Hi guys! first of all, thank you so much for the love on this story. This was my first ever time writing a full story like this and the fact that you guys love it so much makes me happy inside you have no idea :0 However, after months i’m not very happy with how this story ended up. I had a very different plan when beginning it and the story kind of went off the rails. So, while I appreciate the love on the story it will be re written in some aspects! Some things will stay the same but I feel like this is for the best to fix the plot lines. Thank you! <3

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I felt the sun burn my face through the window, and I was immediately awoken. I looked around to see Belly and Steven jamming out in the front. I looked to the left of me to see an angry Laurel shaking her head at their screams.

“Ah! Y/N! You’re awake?” Steven says, and I roll my eyes at him. Peering back out the window, I saw the cousins beach sign pop up, and a smile appeared across my face.

“You all know what I said earlier, right?” Laurel looks at all of us, “You need to be better this summer. Last summer was.. it was..” she trailed off and I felt the heat of the car pool into me and suddenly I was rolling the window down.

Summer. It was my favorite thing in the whole world, but, things were different now. I was different.

I’ve been coming to cousins since I was a baby, but it wasn’t always with the Conklin’s. My mom and Susannah grew up together, and often not she would come to cousins with her a lot. Then in college, they met Laurel who eventually married my mom’s brother, John.

I lived right down the street from my cousins during the school year, and then with them in the summer. Steven always used to joke claiming we were the “coolest cousins in cousins.”

Weird right?

Everything was normal until it wasn’t. Until my parents were driving home through a bad storm and there car swerved right into a drunk drivers.

sweetie, it’s your parents.

they got in a car crash, and are in critical condition.

they didn’t make it—

They died this September, and that’s when I moved right next door in with my cousins. Nothing really changed, we were always inseparable but now we just lived together.

Anyways, i told myself now was the time to move on. I grieved all this year and did the bare minimum to pass sophomore year with Belly, but I survived.

“I’m gonna be sick if I sit in this car with Steven driving any longer.” Belly looked back at me with a wink. Our favorite hobby was annoying Steven.

“Better then you, you’ll be dead within a week once you get your license—” He paused, “Actually, make that a day—”

Laurel smacked the back of Stevens seat, “Don’t make jokes about that.” Steven rolled his eyes until he realized what Laurel meant and his face went red.

I smirked, “Yeah Steven, are you wishing death on me?”

“i think death is afraid you, Y/N.”

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As Steven honked his horn, I felt the cousins breeze pass my face. There was nothing more beautiful than this. Susannah came running out, with Jeremiah not too far behind.

Belly took Jeremiah by surprise, due to her huge glow up. I stood there watching them hug, with a knowing look on my face. Belly’s crush on Jeremiah wasn’t as oblivious as she intended it to be.

Jeremiah put Belly down and looked my way, a smile spreading across his face. “Look at.. you.” My face felt flushed and he ran up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around.

“Jeremiah! Put me down!” I pleaded, but he kept spinning me until I I felt like throwing up. Asshole.

“You look nice.” He says, once again. I smirk and ruffle his hair a little bit.

Jeremiah puts me down and rushes over to Steven, when a bruiting cloud appears over the house. I look at their silhouette and feel my body tense up.

Conrad. Conrad. Conrad.

My feelings for the eldest fisher brother were obvious, at least to Belly and Susannah. But after everything that happened with my parents, I was different. And besides, I really didn’t want to think about everything that happened last summer. Me and him.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” Susannah says, pulling me into a hug. I feel her warmth radiate onto me and I embrace it. Susannah was the sun that shined over the house, and the clouds never worried her at all. In fact, she could probably find positive things about the clouds. “How have you been?”

“Fine. I missed you, Susannah.” She smiles and leads us all into the house. The boys grabbed Belly and did their whole Belly flop thing. I just watched from inside the house with Laurel and Susannah.

Being back in cousins was amazing, but something just felt different this year. I mean - things were different. A lot had changed. I felt a hand behind me and turned around to the beautiful blonde women.

“Have you spoken to Conrad yet?” She almost whispers. Damn it. Fuck.

“Umm, maybe?” I basically spat while saying it.

“He misses you, Y/N.” Susannah has a way of saying things that almost made me believe it. Believe anything. Anything but this.

“Please, say hi at least?” She pleads. How could I say no to her? But how could I say hello to him..?

I smiled at her, not wanting to ruin the mood. She walked towards the family room beside Laurel and Belly comes dripping inside.

“Belly! Don’t get me wet!” I yell at her, but with a playful tone.

“Blame the boys, not me.” I looked towards the patio and saw Conrad sitting outside. He looked back at me. Fuck, fuck again. I should make Susannah happy, I have to.

Before I can go outside he turns the corner, and he’s gone.

I sigh and walk out the door and near the pool, maybe If i just wait he’ll come back. Then again, I’ll look totally desperate. Maybe i’ll just go inside again—

“Hi.” I freeze. I turned around to see him standing in front of me with a half smile.

“Hey.” I say. Dry.

“How are you?” He says, and there’s a million things I could say.

“You know, i’m decent. I’m here.” I use my hands to express what I’m trying to say but it just comes out weird.

“Right, that’s good. I’m glad you’re doing better.”

There was an awkward tension wafting in the air and I nodded before rushing back into the house, not daring to look back at him.

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I really didn’t want to talk about Conrad. Or anything. I was moody because apart of me loved cousins but after being here for a couple of hours I just wanted my parents back.

“He feels different this summer, you know?” She says, flopping onto my bed.

Believe me, I had noticed. I caught him smoking a joint after I abruptly ran away from him. I pretended to know nothing, though.

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Really? I thought you would notice, you’re like all crushy about him.”

I laughed, “Crushy is not a word.”

“You get what I mean. Like, did you even say hello to him? Like a normal person?”

I grabbed her by the sides and started tickling her, “Isabel Conklin, since when did you get so mean?” I finally let go after a good minute and we were both breathless on the bed.

“I’ve changed. We both have.” She sat up, bringing me along with her. “I mean, we’re hot now. This is our summer.”

I looked into the nearby mirror and couldn’t help but frown. This was supposed to be our summer, but what was summer without my mom? Without things ever being normal again?

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“I’m so happy we’re all here.” Susannah said, raising a glass at the dinner table.

We all just nodded and let Susannah talk about all the things she wanted to do this summer, which led her to pull out two cards from her pocket.

“What are those?” Belly says before I can ask.

“I wrangled Belly and Yn an invitation to be a debutante!”

Oh gosh. Susannah handed me and Belly the invites and a harsh breeze passed through the air as I recognized these all too well.

“My mom wanted me to do this. She talked about it earlier this year before—” I stopped myself, but it was too late. Everybody knew.

I could feel Conrad’s eyes on mine. All the memories seeping in. We’re my lungs closing in? That’s what it felt like. Belly smiles.

“That sounds like so much fun!” Steven let out a laugh, but Laurel was not amused.

“Those balls are ridiculous. Yn and Belly are not fit for that at all.”

Belly frowned, “Why?” She was obviously more eager to participate in this than I was.

Susannah offered me a small smile, “At least think about it? It will give you two a chance to meet some new people.”

I looked down at the paper, and even though I didn’t want to, I just couldn’t say no, and maybe it was my mother but I couldn’t.

“I’ll think about it.”

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A/N: What do you guys think? Sorry this chapter is kinda short and slow, it’s an introduction lol. The next one will be coming out very soon!

#conrad x reader #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #love #summer love #chris briney #gavin casalegno #belly conklin #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp

[1000roughdrafts]

hey! if you take requests, i’m just wondering if you’d consider a sister winchester one? maybe her at 18? i love your writing so much, and i’d really love something like a hurt reader/dying reader?? something super angsty ahaha

Oh, for sure! Angst is my favorite! (as I'm sure you can tell by the word count lol) sorry it’s taken me like 3 years to get to this 😞

A/N: this was meant to post 2/28/24 because I wanted to ease into coming back with an every other week posting schedule BUT I’m just too excited and antsy for that lol also it’s set in Season 1, Episode 1

Thank you by the way!

Title: Please Wake Up

Warnings: swearing, graphic description of injury and illness, blood angst, hurt/dying reader, depiction of medical procedures, takes place in season 1 episode 1 :)

Word Count: 5.8k

Being third born after two boys, Y/N always felt like she had big shoes to fill. Despite her best efforts to impress the man, she never really formed a bond with John. Her next role model was Dean, who became more of a father to her than John ever was or could be.

Until her eleventh birthday, Dean did her hair into pigtails every day, partly because he hadn't learned to do any other hairstyle but mostly because he thought it was the cutest on her. He'd pack her and Sam's lunch with snacks he'd bought from vending machines and even pretend to take her on hunts because he knew she wanted to be exactly like him.

When she wasn't learning about monsters and guns with Dean, she spent time with Sam. He'd help her with her homework or play board and card games. They have as much in common as Y/N and Dean. Neither Sam nor Y/N got along with John, and neither remember their mothers. 

Y/N's mother was a woman John met in Nebraska three years after the boy's mom died. The affair only lasted a night, but to his surprise, he heard from her again six months later with the news that they had a baby girl on the way. John was shocked and heartbroken. He couldn't bear the thought of bringing another child into the life of hunting.

John kept his distance, adamant that Y/N would be better off without him, and when another three months of silence went by, he figured that Y/N's mother came around to see it his way. Unfortunately, her pregnancy was complicated, as was the birth, and it turned out that having Y/N is what killed her. 

When John got the call, he had half a mind to let the state take custody of little Y/N. Indeed, they would provide her with a better life than he could. John decided to meet her at least, and when he laid eyes on her perfect little face, he couldn't bring himself to abandon her. 

Y/N was barely sixteen when Sam left for college. While she was proud of him for putting himself first, it broke her heart for him to go the way he did. She missed him more and more every day, often keeping Dean up at night with her sniffling and crying. After a while, he would get into bed next to her when the tears started and sing Hey Jude while playing with her hair to help her fall asleep. That went on for another six months before she finally started to fall asleep without crying. 

For her seventeenth birthday, Dean came across a necklace he'd wanted to get for her since Sam left. From his wallet, he took out the only picture he had of the sibling trio, representing the single moment of their life where John treated them like regular kids, and using his pocket knife, he carved around their heads and bodies to match the exact size of the locket, smiling proudly at himself when it fit perfectly. 

Now at eighteen, she stands next to the Impala while Dean lugs their bags out, drops them into the trunk, and slams it shut. He heads for the driver's door but stops when he realizes Y/N hasn't opened hers yet. Eyebrows raised, he twirls a finger in the air as if to say, 'Let's get a move on.'

"Are you ever gonna teach me how to drive, Dean?" she asks. "I mean, you've got to, you know?" 

"No, I don't. Get in," Dean says. She does so with a huff. Dean checks the mirrors before backing out of their parking spot. Turning to Y/N, he says, "Besides, as long as I'm around, you don't need to," but softens his face into a smile when he looks at her. "Cause there's no way in Hell I'll ever let you drive my car." 

Y/N lets out a soft chuckle. "It doesn't have to be this car, Dean!" She rolls the window down, letting the cool breeze hit her face. "What happens if we get separated and I'm being chased by… I don't know, something that has super speed, and my only way back to you is to steal a car and -" 

"Stop. First of all, you should know that I'd never put you in that kind of danger," Dean says, disgusted by the mere thought. He lets out a long sigh. "I'll teach you," he says, looking at her gleaming smile. He tries his damnedest to see her for the adult she's becoming, but he only sees the happy baby in pull-ups he used to feed marshmallows and jello to on a motel room floor. "Just… not yet, okay?" 

She scoffs, "Most people learn to drive when they're only fifteen. I mean, you took me to freaking Vegas with a fake ID for my birthday, for fuck's sake!" 

"I said not yet, Y/N!" he says, shooting her the 'dad look' he's been perfecting since she was four. 

"Fine," she grumbles. She clasps her hands, "So I was looking through news articles, and there seem to be vamps in the next town. Should we be on that?" 

Dean clears his throat and needlessly adjusts the rear-view mirror. "Actually, kiddo, we're on something else right now." He keeps his head straight but glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. Whispering, he says, "We're gonna go get Sammy." 

Y/N's eyes widen as her head whips to look at him. "What?" 

He keeps his eyes on the road, "yeah, uh, with Dad missing... we could use the help," he says, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

"But Sam's at college!" Y/N scoffs, "he wanted out!" 

"He abandoned us!" he shouts, shaking his head at himself when he notices her shoulders tense. Her eyes peer into her lap, where her hands lie folded. “Look Y/N/N, I just… I can't shake this awful feeling that something is wrong." He waits for a response from her, but she only nods with thin lips. She tunes him out and focuses on the wind hitting the window. "I gotta make sure they're okay," he says softly. 

Over the years, Y/N has learned to trust Dean's intuition, but right now, it just feels like he's being selfish. She opts to stay quiet, even if it makes a long drive longer.

Y/N jolts awake at the sound of the trunk slamming shut. She takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She doesn't see Dean next to her, so she scans her surroundings through squinted eyes, hoping for a clue about her whereabouts. She finds a gas station receipt in her lap and flips it over to see the scribbles of Dean's handwriting telling her to 'stay put or else.' She rolls her eyes, crumpling it into a ball to throw it into the backseat.

She hears the voices of two familiar men, one of whom she hasn't heard in two years. Her heart races, and she fumbles with the seat belt, trying to unhook it with shaky hands. She jumps out of the car and turns in time to see Dean leaning on the back of the Impala.

"It's a law school interview," Sam says, "and it's my whole future on a plate," he glares.

"Law school?" Dean asks with a smirk. Y/N walks over to stand next to Dean. He shoots a quick, acknowledging glance her way. Sam's eyes shift between Dean and Y/N, softening when they land on Y/N, "so we got a deal or not?" he asks flatly.

Dean says nothing but lightly nods his head. Y/N runs towards Sam, nearly knocking him over with a hug.

"Y/N/N," he smiles. Pulling her even closer to him, he wraps his arms tightly around her back and kisses the top of her head. "I missed you," he whispers.

"I missed you, too," she says, her eyes welling up with tears. Sam looks at Dean just in time to see him press his lips together with an 'I told you so' in his eyes. Sam shakes his head, squinting at Dean just before he lets go of Y/N.

"Kay, I gotta put a bag together," he sighs, "I'll be right back."

He turns to head for the door, and Y/N doesn't take her eyes off him until he disappears into the building. She blinks her eyes and turns to face Dean. He pushes himself off the back of the car and silently heads for the driver seat.

Sam and Y/N sit in the car at a gas station while Dean heads for snacks. Sam opens his door but quickly looks over his shoulder to check on Y/N. This is when he notices the box of tapes sitting next to her. Intrigued, he shifts in the chair and asks her to hand them to him. Y/N is hesitant because it's hard to say how Dean would react, and she's always hated being in the middle of their fights but does so anyway. Sam rests his tongue between his lips as he takes the box from Y/N. Stretching his legs out of the car, he rests the box in his lap to filter through them.

"Hey," Dean says from behind the Impala, his mouth wrapped around a candy bar, "either of you want breakfast?" he asks, holding a soda and a bag of chips.

Y/N waits for Sam to answer first. "No, thanks," he says, glancing Dean's way momentarily.

"I do," Y/N smiles.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff? Three of you still running credit card scams?" Sam says, going back to looking through the cassettes.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career," Dean says, putting the gas nozzle back into the pump.

Y/N chimes in, "Besides, all we do is apply," she shrugs, "it's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the applications this time?" he asks, swinging his legs back inside the car and closing the door behind him.

"Uh, Burt Aframian," Y/N answers. Dean gets into the seat, handing Y/N the drink and chips. "Thank you," she chirps.

"And his son Hector," Dean adds, "scored two cards out of the deal."

"Sounds about right. I swear, man. You've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

Dean frowns, nearly offended. "Why?"

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes, and two," Sam holds one up, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead?" he says, dropping them to grab another, "Metallica?" he laughs, "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," he says as Dean rips the Metallica tape from his hand with a glare.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the tape into the player with a tight smile, "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake-hole," he says, dropping the empty case into the box. "Isn't that right, Y/N?" he smirks into the rear-view mirror and smiles when he sees her roll her eyes.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old," Sam scolds, "it's Sam, okay?"

Turning the volume up, Dean cocks his head to the side, "sorry. I can't hear you. The music's too loud," he says with a slight chuckle.

Crashing a crime scene where police are still investigating is just another Saturday with Dean for Y/N, but seeing Sam's eyes widen at the box of Dean's fake IDs calls attention to how out of the norm this life is. Dean makes wise-ass comments to the cops, as usual, and Sam stomps on Dean's foot. Dean responds by smacking Sam's head as they bicker on the way back to the car, but Y/N can't help but grin from ear to ear.

Even when her brothers are arguing, Y/N couldn't possibly be happier. Today is her first hunt with both of her brothers and the first time in far too long since the three of them had been together for any reason.

They make their way to find Amy, who they learn is the girlfriend of the victim from listening to the cops on the bridge. They stop her while she's putting up missing posters, and after lying about being distant relatives of her boyfriend, they ask if she'd be willing to answer some questions to find him.

… "It's kind of this local legend," Amy's friend says after a few minutes of chatting. Massaging her thumb with her other hand, she continues, "This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Dean glances over at Sam and Y/N, who listen intently, "Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

At a local library, Dean searches the archive page for any murders on Centennial Highway with no results. Sam shoves Dean's chair, and when it rolls back, he scoots his chair to the computer to take over, earning him a slap from Dean. After replacing 'murder' with 'suicide,' a news article pops up.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river," Sam reads.

"Does it say why she did it?" Y/N asks, scooting her chair closer to Sam to try and read the screen.

"Yeah," Sam says.

"What?" Dean says with raised eyebrows.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing." Sam lets out a breath, "both die," he says in a whisper.

The air grows thick around them, and Y/N frowns. "That's terrible," she says, shaking her head.

"'Our babies were gone,'" Sam reads, "'and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."

"Hmm," Dean points to the picture on the screen, "that bridge look familiar to you?"

They hit the bridge at nightfall. Crickets sing to water drumming against the rocks as it rushes under their feet. The clouds hang low in the sky, giving the air around them a haze.

"So," Dean says, peering over the bridge at the water, "this is where Constance took the swan dive," he says, leaning against the rail next to Y/N. 

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asks in disbelief, looking over at Dean. 

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him," Dean shrugs, turning to walk down the bridge. 

Sam turns to follow. "Okay, so now what?" he says, forcing a breath through his nose. Y/N walks right next to him, still scared to let him out of her sight. 

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while," Dean grumbles. 

Sam stops walking, "Dean," he says, raising his hands before dropping them. "I told you. I've gotta be back by Monday." 

"Monday," Dean says, pivoting to make grueling eye contact with Sam, but only turns his body enough that he's still facing the bridge's railing. "Right," he says, shaking a finger, "the interview." The bridge creaks under him as he turns the rest of the way. 

"Yeah," Sam nods. 

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean says, shifting his weight between his feet. "You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean asks, the animosity growing with each word. 

Sam shrugs, "maybe. Why not?" 

Dean's voice roughens, "Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know the things you've done?" 

Sam takes a few threatening steps toward Dean, "No, and she's not ever going to know," he scowls. 

"Well, that's healthy," Dean sneers. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to who you really are," he says, turning around to continue walking. 

Sam huffs, "Who's that?" 

"You're one of us," Dean shrugs, a hand gesturing towards Y/N. 

"Hey! Leave me out of this," Y/N grumbles from ahead. 

"No," Sam says, speed walking towards Dean, "I'm not like you," he says, turning around as he stops in front of Dean. "This is not going to be my life."

Dean keeps his jaw tight. "Well, you have a responsibility to..." 

Y/N feels the tension rising and tries to plead with them to stop arguing, but they ignore her. "Guys!" she shouts again. 

"To Dad? And his crusade?" Sam scoffs. "If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like! And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her," he shakes his head, "Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." 

Dean grips Sam's shirt and swings him around and against the bridge's railing with a clunk at Sam's weight against it. 

Y/N flips around and runs to their side, "Dean, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" She panics. But Dean continues to ignore her as he glares at Sam. 

After a long, breathless pause, Y/N shouts again, "Dean!" 

The misty air is still between them, and even the wind seems too frightened to move. It's as if the world is put on pause.

Dean's eyebrows raise, and he keeps a firm grip on Sam's shirt. Under his breath, he says, "Don't talk about her like that." 

He throws Sam's jacket from his hands and takes a few stabilizing steps backward in one movement. Y/N runs to check on Sam, who shakes her off with an "I'm fine" that sounds muffled compared to the pounding of her heart. A few tears escape her when she looks over at Dean walking away from them, but she doesn't realize she's crying until the taste of salt hits her lips. 

Her eyes return to Sam, shaking her head in disgust that Dean would treat him like that. She knew it had been rough for Dean since Sam left for college, but hell, it's been hard on her, too, and she's not throwing anyone against the side of a bridge!

Dean halts, “Sam. Y/N!” he calls. Y/N turns with a full-body glare, but her eyes widen when she sees a woman in a long, white dress standing on the bridge's railing. The woman looks over at them, and Y/N can see the resemblance to the picture of Constance. The woman's hair and dress sway in the wind, and she keeps her eyes on them as she allows herself to drop from the ledge. 

With a grunt, Sam rushes to the railing to look over it for her, Dean and Y/N not far behind him. 

"Where'd she go?" Dean barks. 

Breathless, Sam pushes out an "I don't know." 

The roar of the Impala's engine turning on startles them, their bodies whipping around just in time to see the headlights flick on. 

"What the-," Dean says. 

"Who's driving your car?" Y/N asks. 

Without taking his eyes off of the car, Dean pulls his keys from his pocket and jingles them, stealing Sam and Y/N's attention to them in unison. The engine revs, drawing back their wide eyes to the Impala. The tires squeal as the car begins to speed towards them. 

"Y/N, go! Go!" Dean says with a hand on each of his siblings, spinning them around to run in the opposite direction. Dean presses his hand firmly on Y/N's back as they run, keeping himself between her and the car. They run as fast as they can until Dean can feel the Impala's breath on his ankles, and he guides them towards the bridge's railing. 

Y/N's heart feels like a brick in her chest, weighing her down at the thought of jumping over. "I can't," she says in a breath, and all in a split second, she feels like her feet are cemented into the bridge's planks as Sam jumps over. "No!" she screams as Dean grips onto her arm, pulling them both over the bridge. 

Sam hangs from the ledge of the bridge, shouting for Y/N as her screams are washed out with a big splash. "Y/N!" he calls again from the back of his throat, climbing up the bridge to get on his knees. He looks over the bridge, scanning for Y/N and Dean, calling out when he sees his brother, "Dean! You alright?" 

"I'm super," Dean grumbles with an outstretched thumbs up. Lying on his back, half submerged in the muddy water. 

"I can't see Y/N! Where's Y/N?" Sam panics, and when the words hit Dean's ears, he springs to his feet in a second. He whirls around in a circle as he searches for her. 

"Y/N!" Dean shouts, wiping mud from his face. He paces around, "Y/N, where are you?" he yells, half-expecting her to pop out from behind a bush to scare him. 

The world spins around him for a moment, utterly void of sound aside from a ringing in his ears as Dean tries to comprehend what is happening. He closes his eyes tight, shaking his head to clear away the fog that covers him. They open onto the water, catching the moon's glimmer reflecting off something. He runs towards it, hopping from rock to rock until he finds Y/N's broken locket stuck in algae. Dean picks it up with shaky hands, recalling how her face lit up when he first gave it to her. She'd be devastated to see its state now. Fear spills down him in an icy chill.

His head swivels around in search of her. Tears, that he refuses to let fall, poke at his eyes when he sees her lying face down in the water, a bloody rock next to her.

“Y/N!” He shouts, rushing to her. He kneels to pull her out of the water by her shoulder, turning her over so that her back rests against his knee. "Y/N!" he yells again, and when she doesn't respond, he grabs her by the waist and hoists her over his shoulder. He grunts, shifting his weight before jogging for the shore. "Sam! I got her!" 

"Dean! Is she okay?" He calls out as he sprints down the side of the hill to catch up to them. The brothers reach the shore simultaneously, and Dean drops to his knees to gently set Y/N on the ground in front of him, Sam following suit. 

"Come on, be okay, be okay, be okay, be okay," Dean pleads softly, placing two fingers on her neck. His heart is beating so hard that he can't tell if it's her pulse he's feeling or his own. "Sam, I can't feel anything," he says. Dropping an ear to her mouth, he adds, "And I don't think she's breathing." 

"Call 911," Sam demands, ripping his jacket off to tie around Y/N's bleeding head wound. He quickly inspects the rest of her body for any bleeding before placing a hand on her chest. Looking up at Dean, who stands frozen, Sam puts his free hand on Dean's shoulder, "now, Dean!" he shouts, shoving him. 

Sam tilts Y/N's head back, checking again for a pulse, a breath, a twitch, a shudder, anything that meant he wouldn't have to perform CPR on his baby sister. He places his hands on her chest, one over the other, pausing in case her heart miraculously started again, but all he feels under his palms is the stillness of Y/N's wet and cold chest. 

Sam begins chest compressions, and the tears he'd been holding back rush out uncontrollably when he feels her ribs break under his palms. It makes him want to pull away, but he forces himself to continue. Dean watches in wide-eyed horror as he gives the 911 operator their location when asked, keeping his free hand pressed against his forehead. 

"Anything?" he shakily shouts at Sam after what feels like hours. Sam ignores him, counting out loud until he hits thirty again. He stops compressions to blow a shuddering breath into Y/N's mouth, watching her chest rise and fall before delivering another. "Hello! Is anybody on the way? My sister is dying here!" Dean shouts into the phone, but all that meets his ears is static. 

"Dean," Sam says with a heavy breath, beginning compressions again. "You gotta take over," he says between breaths. 

Without question, Dean drops his phone to the ground as he falls to his knees next to her, "come on, Y/N," he pleads, ignoring the burning in his knees as he places his hands together on top of Sam's. Sam leaves his hands under Dean's for just one compression before pulling away. 

"Okay, that's ten. You've got twenty more before breaths," Sam says before they count out loud together with every push into Y/N's chest. 

Dean is growing tired by his third round of compressions, but the sirens in the distance electrify him, giving him the energy he needs to continue. 

His face scrunches up as he musters the emotional and physical strength to keep going. Sam hurries to his feet, "don't stop, Dean, you're doing great!" he says with a palm at him. 

"Don't stop," Dean repeats mindlessly, "don't stop." 

Sprinting towards the paramedics, Sam waves his arms, shouting, "Down here! We're down here!" before he knows it, a group of professionals sprint down the hill, the gurney in tow. One takes a story from Sam as one tries to pull Dean away so the other two can take over caring for Y/N. 

"No, I can't stop!" he cries, which grabs Sam's attention, "don't stop," he nearly whispers, hands pumping into Y/N's chest. 

Sam rushes over and lowers himself to Dean's level. "Dean, let go. It's okay, they'll take it from here," he says, grabbing onto Dean's hands to pull him off of Y/N. They watch the paramedics in shock as they cut the shirt, bra, and pants off of Y/N, inspecting her skin. The first responders put what look like stickers with wires attached to them onto her chest and pull out the AED, telling everyone to stand clear before delivering a shock with a beep. Then, there was a pause and the silence that follows is deafening. Nothing. They check for a pulse and call clear again, shocking her. Then, nothing. Again. 

In the hospital's hallway, Dean tries to tune out the surround sound of constant beeping. His elbows rest on his scraped and bloody knees with his head held in his hands. He rocks back and forth, battling with himself. He sheds tears both out of fear for his sister's well-being and of guilt that he did the very thing he promised her he wouldn't: put her in danger.

The clacking of Sam's shoes pulls Dean from his homemade mental Hell. Dean lifts his head, quickly wiping his eyes before grabbing the cafeteria coffee. Sam's familiar smell of motel soap and deodorant washes away the torturous smell of hand sanitizer.

"Thanks," Dean mutters, taking a sip of the coffee before placing it next to him on the cold tile floor. 

Sam's eyes are red and puffy. Dean struggles to comprehend how Sam doesn't even try to hide the tears coming down. He often admires his brothers ability to wear his heart on his sleeve, though he'd never admit it. He wonders who he's being 'strong' for in this moment because it's certainly not himself.

Clearing his throat, Sam pulls his pants up slightly at the thighs before sitting on the bench next to Dean. He glances up at the ceiling momentarily, waiting for the announcement to end before asking, "Any news yet?"

Dean shakes his head. "No," he says in a raspy voice, forcing his eyes to look up and down the hall. "Excuse me," he says, standing to interrupt a nurse before she can enter a different room. "Would you mind helping us find whoever we need to talk to for an update on room 221?" he asks, gesturing to the door he hasn't been able to even look at since arriving.

Her eyes flutter to Sam, then the door, and back to Dean before she somberly nods. "Of course," she says, setting her pen back onto the clipboard as she turns to head in the direction she came.

Dean wants to return to his seat, but his body feels like an anchor. He sucks in a sharp breath. His shoulders tighten into his neck and with weak arms his hands fall to his hips. He hangs his head, clenching his teeth and pulling his face to suppress the tears. Sam jumps up to Stand with Dean, placing a hand tightly on his shoulder.

"She'll be alright," Sam says, not fully believing himself, "she's a Winchester; she has to be." 

Dean quickly straightens himself out because damn it, he's the one that's supposed to be taking care of his younger siblings - not the other way around.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" a deep voice echoes the hall and they whirl around to greet the doctor. Dean quickly slaps the tears from his face. "I'm Dr. Ferguson," he says, holding his arm up to shake hands with Sam, then Dean. "Let's go somewhere more private to talk."

"We're good here," Dean spits. 

"Very well," the doctor sighs, looking down the hall behind him. He shuffles them closer to the wall and out of the traffic flow. "Well, while we were able to restart her heart, I'm afraid your sister has sustained a substantial injury to the head," he says, "the trauma caused the tissue around her brain to swell quite rapidly, and well, we have her on a ventilator, but," he lets out a breath, "we haven't seen as much progress as we were hoping for. She's technically in a coma right now, but we hope to see her come out of it in the coming weeks." 

"Weeks?" Dean bellows.

"Yes, I'm afraid that's standard recovery time for an injury of this magnitude. Although, we'd be having an entirely different conversation if not for your quick thinking in the field," he says with a tight-lipped smile, eyes jumping from Dean's to Sam's, "it's a long road to recovery, but this is a good start." 

"And what happens if she doesn't wake up?" Sam asks. 

"We will do everything in our power to ensure that doesn't happen," the doctor nods. 

"Thanks, doc," Sam croaks. "Can - can we see her?" he stutters. 

"Of course," he says, pushing the door open with his fingertips, "go on in," he says.  

Sam immediately notices Dean's hesitancy when they exchange a glance, so he nods before taking a few steps into the room. He covers his mouth to stifle a sob when he sees his little sister with a tube down her throat and one in her nose. When he's close enough, he reaches for her hand and sits in the chair beside her, startled by the sound of the door shutting. Dean slowly enters the room, but keeps his distance.

Dean feels like the air is void of oxygen and tells himself to pull it together enough to stand by her bed. "Hey kiddo," Dean says to Y/N with a shaky breath. "God, please be okay," he says, forcing a smile as he grips onto her hand.

The two sit with Y/N for days, only leaving for bathroom trips and snack runs, but when one goes, the other stays, and when one is napping, the other is awake. Dean has grown slightly more self-composed but is still anxious as they stay by her side, even when the nurses come to deliver medications, chart vitals, or empty her catheter.

"Hey, Dean," Sam says, clearing his throat. 

"Yeah," he replies, keeping his eyes on Y/N. 

Sam looks down into his hands, "about my interview-" 

"Wait, what?" Dean says, cutting him off, "you're still gonna leave after all this?" he shouts through a clenched jaw. The chair scoots back in a screech as he quickly brings himself to his feet, "you don't wanna be here when she wakes up?" he asks, aggressively gesturing at Y/N. 

"Dean, we don't even know if she'll wake up," Sam quivers. 

"Man, you are a piece of work," Dean shouts, shaking his head. 

"If you would've let me finish," Sam growls with narrow eyes, "I was going to say that I called earlier… to reschedule it," he sighs, looking back at Y/N, "they were very understanding of the situation." 

"Oh," Dean says, turning on his heels to face away from Sam. He swipes a hand down his face, shaking his head when his eyes open to the white walls of the hospital's room. "Look, man, I'm sorry," he says, palms open and facing Sam. "This just has me on edge." 

Taking a few steps towards him, Sam holds back the urge to get nasty with Dean, telling him he's not the only one feeling 'on edge' about their sister's condition. Instead, he raises his palms and softens his face, "Me too. Believe me." 

By Thursday, Y/N had graduated from a ventilator to an oxygen mask. Though still needing the feeding tube, she's shown glimpses here and there of the Y/N they know and love, but overall, she struggles to remain conscious. The doctors are calling it a 'Minimally Conscious State' and "completely normal with this type of recovery."

On Saturday, Sam heads out for food from a local restaurant at Dean's request - something about them having good pies - but Sam has a sneaking suspicion that Dean needs some time alone with Y/N, and Sam could use the fresh air anyway.

Sitting in the chair beside her bed, Dean holds one of Y/N's hands in both of his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry I failed you, Y/N," he cries. "I should have been protecting you," he whispers, letting the tears fall freely now, "but instead of doing that, I got you into this mess."

Looking up at Y/N's face, he swears he sees a tear slip down her cheek. Despite being convinced he's imagining it, he reflexively draws his hand to wipe her tear away, gasping when it comes back wet. His heart races as he gently stands to get beside her in the bed. "Shh," he coos, wrapping his arm around her.

His eyes fall shut, and he's transported back in time to the almost seven-month period where she would only fall asleep if Dean were right there in bed next to her. Through tears and voice cracks, he sings Hey Jude in a whisper, occasionally reaching over to wipe her tears away.

"I love you so much," he whispers. "I don't know how to live without you," he says, his tears turning into sobs. "Please wake up," he cries, arm wrapped tightly around her, "I promise I'll teach you how to drive if you just please wake up."

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[thewildchild13915]

Sibling grief is weird.

With sibling grief you're grieving more than just the loss of your sibling.

You're grieving the life you had before you lost your sibling.

You're grieving the loss of who your parents were before your sibling died

You're grieving the loss of the future you'd prepared for

You're grieving the loss of the family unit as you'd known it

You're grieving the loss of who you were before they died

You're grieving the loss of your best friend

Before my brother died, I had plans for how the future would be. Family holidays with our kids, major life events being celebrated together, family vacations, so many memories to be made.

All of those were lost when he died. An entire future full of plans just.... Gone.

Finished.

Now I'm only left with the haunting visions of watching him go, with the sounds of our parents sobbing and begging for this to not be happening, with hearing the love of his life begging for more time and promising to make the rest of his life everything we'd always dreamed for him, with remembering both the feeling of his warm hands AND the feeling of his lifeless, cold hands.

Before my brother died, our parents were mostly happy.

Parents change after the loss of a child, regardless of the age of said child. That change can go 1 of 2 ways and it is usually to the extreme of whichever way they go.

Way 1: they're going to be extremely clingy with their remaining child(ren). They will want them close.

Or

Way 2: they're going to become extremely distant with their remaining child (ren).

My mom quietly went with way 1. She tries to not show it, but I know it. She still has her moments where she's distant, but she won't even entrain the idea of us being far away from her. She wants all of us near her.

My dad went with way 2. I've always felt like my dad absolutely hated me. There was no proud father moment when I got married, no "you look beautiful" comments, or any heart touching moments really. It's always been he was there, but quietly wondering how quickly he could leave. Sure there were moments when he really came through and made me feel like he cared. I can't say there weren't ANY.

But after losing my brother, I feel like I completely lost my dad. He barely acknowledges I'm there, he flat out ignores me when I say "I love you", but he will say it to everyone around me, he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he does NOT want to be wherever I am. In my heart I feel that he believes the wrong child died and that it should've been me. I have never felt like more of a burden than I do now.

Before my brother died, my mom always told us "nurture your relationship with each other because when your dad and I are gone, you're only going to have each other". That was the future I'd prepared for. Now, when my parents are gone I will be alone. I'll have no one to grieve that loss with. Our future was supposed to be long and fruitful, with so many memories to be made... I was not prepared for the future I'm going to have.

Before my brother died, we were a family of 4. He was my big brother. Sure our family expanded as we got older. We had significant others and kids, but our family unit was 4. Now, it's only 3.

I'm no longer the little sister.

I'm the surviving sister.

Before my brother died, I was happy. Sure I dealt with some mental health issues, but he always helped to keep my grounded. He was who I called when I felt like I was losing my grip. He was my rock. He was my best friend. He always made sure I was ok, that his nieces and nephews were ok, that everyone had what they needed. He was my go-to person for everything.

I used to get so irritated because he'd always call me when bad weather was moving in. He'd give me all these instructions on things I needed to do to be prepared, he'd make sure I was making sure the kids had everything they needed.. it could be so exhausting sometimes.

God how I miss those phone calls.

Now that he's gone I find myself riddled with anxiety and anger. I have no idea who I am anymore because I do not feel like me anymore. I feel like a part of me went with him. The strong part went with him.

Now that he's gone I feel so alone, even with the rest of my family right beside me.

I try to grieve quietly. I try to do it alone as much as possible so that it doesn't make those around me sad.

Sibling grief is weird..

It's lonely

Unless you are the surviving sibling, you could never understand.

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[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

Think this should be the last movie “recap”, haha so at least there’s that? (>.<) also I’d like to point out that the next part will (finally) be original content, and that it will essentially be rendered “Canon Divergence” once Beyond the SpiderVerse comes out (take that, Miguel). Enjoy!!

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Miles could have cried when he crash landed in his room. It was dark, and (he hoped) the same night as when he left? Fingers crossed at least, though Miles was kind of counting on Spider-Man luck to kick in right around now. Which, incidentally, it did due to the fact that his mom was heading towards his room currently, already lecturing him for making too much noise, and Miles was in full Spider Suit. Granted, no mask, but that wasn’t the point — he wasn’t ready to reveal himself like that, and the suit was plenty familiar even without the mask. He panicked, and just as his mom threw the door open, Miles had jammed himself into sweats and a winter jacket he’d found hanging off his bed post.

He’d gotten so excited recounting everything to his mom, being as vague as possible while still trying to show her he listened to what she’d told him, before. Río looked confused, frozen in the doorway to his room while Miles rambled on and on without giving her a second to process. Something pinged as off, as wrong, but Miles was too worked up to focus on what it was.

With a deep breath and the straightest shoulders he’d ever had in front of his mamí, Miles looked her in her bright green eyes and said, “Mom…I’m Spider-Man.” He pulled his jacket open as proof, showing off his Spider Suit, and there was silence between the two of them. Miles was breathing hard from the intensity of the rant he’d gone on, his eyes darting around the room when his mother continued to stare at him.

The silence was…actually dragging on longer than he’d expected, when he’d imagined telling his mamí before.

Actually, the more he looked around, the more his room looked off. His collection of monos, the one he nearly died of embarrassment a day or two ago (or three? He wasn’t sure how long he’d been gone in his universe) from having Gwen see them were gone. There wasn’t as much artwork in his walls, and his blanket was a different color. He’d been about to ask Río if his parents had started redecorating when his mom finally spoke.

“Ohhhh, this is like your little Comic-Con thing, right?” She asked, speaking over Miles now as she started picking things up off the floor of his room. Miles was stammering over her now, his senses somehow pinging even more, and his mom continued on. “Where you dress as your…favorite character, right? You really had me going there, for a moment.”

“Wait, Mom — ” Miles tried to run after her when she stepped out again, and spasmed in the worst way possible. Dropping to his knees, he barely even heard Río as she admonished him from the kitchen now; Miles was staring at his hands in horror, watching as everything settled into normal again. His senses were going haywire now, both his Spidey senses and his alpha ones as the danger he was in sank in.

He hadn’t made it home. He was in the wrong universe. Worse than that, he was in the wrong universe without a watch and without a way to get home. Where exactly was he? He wasn’t entirely sure yet. Río was still talking in the kitchen, but Miles had tuned her out in his panic. Things started shifting in his mind, like how the house looked similar but smelled completely weird, no alpha scent from his dad or omega scent from his mom. How his room looked different — had his mom had green eyes? Just now? He could’ve sworn they were brown, before, back at home —

Then the door opened and Miles lost his breath completely. He barely heard what his Uncle Aaron said to him when he came in, barely remembered replying to it. Automatically, he slammed into his uncle and wrapped him up in as tight of a hug as he could manage without breaking the man’s back. His Uncle Aaron didn’t push him off, exactly, but he didn’t really return the hug either. Miles backed off, laughing nervously, and reminded himself that he was in the wrong universe.

Uncle Aaron and Río talked in the kitchen for a bit, and then he took Miles…up to the roof? Miles thought his mamí had said something about the groceries, but he wasn’t familiar enough with this universe to contest anything. Plus, Uncle Aaron was talking about plans and getting into position, and Miles had no idea what was happening.

He barely stopped himself from gasping out loud when he saw how run down and just dark the city was, and couldn’t stop the noise when he turned and saw the giant mural for his father, almost exactly like the one he’d painted in that exact spot for Uncle Aaron, with the same message splashed across the side of it in familiar writing. His senses were screaming at him now, and his Uncle Aaron wasn’t exactly helping the situation by standing in silence next to him.

Actually…

He was just sort of standing there. Staring at Miles, his face set and hard in a way Miles had only seen once before, when he’d snuck into his uncle’s house after the first encounter with the Prowler and it turned out to be Uncle Aaron. The shadows on his face were eerie, and Miles had turned to him just in time to get whacked in the back of the head.

When he came to again, he was tied to a familiar punching bag. Not only that, the way he was tied was familiar, mostly; the chains were a weird addition, but he remembered clearly when he’d tied Peter B to this exact punching bag. He’d used the same exercise gear, after all, and the same room, and…

Well. Maybe not the same, exactly, but it was close enough. Right?

Either way, Miles tried to run interference, tried to appeal to his uncle’s better nature and (hopefully) an unwillingness to harm someone wearing his nephew’s face. He even tried to send out a calming scent, like his uncle used to do for him when he was particularly overwhelmed. It didn’t work with him, mostly because his uncle had actually been an omega and Miles wasn’t, and calming scents were usually an omega thing while alphas had to rely a bit more on physical touch, but that wasn’t the point! The point was, he’d made an attempt! Something familiar-ish, in a familiar-ish world, or at least that’s how Miles thought to look at it.

It didn’t work.

Miles felt his breath catch as the gauntlet just barely missed his head. The bag rocked violently, taking him with it, and Miles let out a trembling breath as it sunk in now; he had no way out of this. No one to watch his back, nobody even knew where he went. Not only that, it didn’t seem like his scent was doing anything to calm his uncle down. It smelled off here, too, honestly; the same sterile smell that had permeated his house, not the sort of cool scent that normally lingered in the air around here. It made his nose twitch, honestly, felt off. Made his own scent more potent, at least to him, panic and fear starting to sour it even as Miles tried to keep calm.

When the actual Prowler revealed himself, not his uncle like Miles had thought but the alternate version of himself, Miles tried to appeal to his better nature as well. Who would know better how to handle him but himself? But this Miles was different from him, clearly had different priorities, and Miles was almost at a loss for what to do.

“Here’s lesson number one, kid — don’t watch the mouth, watch the hands.”

God, Miles was tired. And drained. He sort of wanted to lay down and take a nap, because it had been a very long day (very long…couple of days…?) and, honestly, the thought of having to fight off his Uncle Aaron and Prowler!Miles Morales and still find a way to safety…it just seemed like a lot. A lot that he didn’t really want to do right at this particular moment, if only because he’d just finished fighting off an entire Spider Society and he hasn’t even had a chance to take a breather for anything.

But he was still Spider-Man, despite what Miguel said. Not the “One And Only Spider-Man”, maybe, but Spider-Man nonetheless. And like Gwen and Peter B and Noir had all said before, it was up to Spider-Man to keep getting back up, no matter how many times he was hit.

Keeping eye contact with his alternate self, Miles swept his finger along the chain links by his hands, generating a very small amount of power in his fingertips.

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tagged by @writernopal over here tyyyyy i love this one

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have a few of my favorite bits from unlikely adventures. CW: gore, violence, smut, the usual suspects

CH 2: My Sister's Keeper

Dillon was eight when her parents divorced. It wasn’t nasty. No one yelled. Darren didn’t demand custody, but Cheryl politely requested it, and he signed the papers without a second thought. He even gave up the house, choosing instead to stay in a much more reasonable two-bedroom apartment downtown, closer to his job with the law firm.

But she was eight, and all she ever knew about love she learned from her parents, and all the storybooks ended at ‘happily ever after,’ not ‘and then years later, when they realized they only got hitched because the princess was fifteen and pregnant and the prince was scared of her daddy’s shotgun, there was a civil division of community property and they never spoke again.’ A father should never be his daughter’s first taste of heartbreak, but Darren always was an overachiever. He got to put that trophy right up on his Dillon wall next to ‘Dada was her first word’ and ‘she took her first steps for me.’

She really was a daddy’s girl before, thrashing to his classic metal CDs in the basement and trying to out-belch each other at the dinner table. And after all that, he didn’t even fight for custody. He didn’t fight for her. Dillon saw it as her father wanting nothing to do with her and Daisy, even if he had free visitation rights and took them to the movies and the mall and theme parks. She was always shut down and distant during those trips, believing them to be a farcical attempt at bribing her and her sister, or a token effort because her mom asked him to.

CH 3: Death Doesn't Give Third Chances

“Your dad doesn’t remember.”

“Remember what?”

“That your sister died.” Cheryl flipped through a few pages. Raised her eyebrows a few times. She set the book down and went down to the basement, leaving Dillon alone at the counter with a massive stack of pancakes. Unattended. Four fell prey to her grabby hands before Cheryl returned.

With a severed head, its face frozen in a scream.

That she promptly whacked against the counter over and over until it cracked open.

“You cut up bodies three nights out of the month, pickle,” Cheryl chided as her daughter lost her pancakes in the sink.

Dillon looked at her mother with a mix of shock and disgust. “Yeah, I cut ‘em up, I don’t brutalize them.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, it’s not like it’s bleeding.” Cheryl dropped the pulpy remains in her daughter’s outstretched hands. “Do something with that, please. I need to scramble this before your sister comes back down.”

With her mind completely dissociated from her physical form, Dillon sputtered, “Like what? I can’t just throw this in the trash!”

Cheryl exhaled through her nose. “Of course not, that’s wasteful. Put it in a bag and put it back in the freezer. I’ll boil it later to make freezie-pops.” She scoffed at Dillon’s continued perturbation. “What? Werewolves get hot, too. It’s too much work to fill a kiddie pool with ice for Gus to roll in every time we go on a run. Get some of my bacon while you’re down there.”

Dillon inhaled to respond, but swallowed the thought at her mother’s look.

CH 4: Like Moths

“Oi, Lawson, fuck off,” Moira barked. She had such an elegant way with words.

“Or what, freak? You gonna hex me?” Troy made a dismissive gesture. “Go back to your coffin, the sun’s still out.”

Dillon could almost hear the creak of Moira’s jaw as she clenched it. The pentacle necklace that never left her neck rose and fell with every angry breath, flashing a warning in the afternoon sun. Dillon stepped up behind her best friend. Her belly button barely cleared the top of the table, but she could still mean mug the shit out of them. Moira didn’t need help taking on six high schoolers, it was the thought that counted.

“Oh look, it’s the littlest Monroe, too,” Troy’s best friend, Conner Stevens, drawled. He didn’t move from his relaxed drape against the back of the booth. “What’re you gonna do, cut yourself at us?”

The bar for being the bigger person suddenly got a lot lower. Moira snarled over the table. Dillon put a gentle hand on her bicep. “No, Troy,” she chuffed. “I’m not. But you wanna know what I can do?” She hopped up on the table, jostling his drink with the jolt and wobble of the table. “You remember what happened to Brett?”

That got Troy’s attention. “What, you gonna pull a bear outta your ass? Wouldn’t surprise me, if you’re as big of a whore as your s—” His voice was suddenly cut off with a wet choke.

“Dill—”

“He brought Daisy into it, Moira,” she spat. “His ass is fair game now.” Her head hurt and her chest tightened as her emotions rose higher, but this time she was ready for it, and greeted the pain like an old friend. Passing out would so be worth making that little worm regret even thinking Daisy’s name.

Conner shook Troy’s shoulder, but it was no use. He was fully choking on a massive lump lodged firmly in his esophagus. His blond girlfriend-of-the-week pulled him into a Heimlich position — she was a lifeguard at the community pool, Dillon thought — and on the fourth violent thrust of her hands against his diaphragm, the foreign object in his throat finally dislodged itself.

A clump of daisies the size of her fist slopped wetly onto his half-finished burger.

Dillon felt something wet trickle from her nose. Worth it. “Now get the fuck away from our table before I pick something with thorns.”

CH 5: Come, Devil

"The show hasn't even begun, mon petit aperitif, I still have my pants on." He took his time turning on the shower, fiddling with the temperature, pulling out towels — all while letting Dillon dangle over his shoulder, and when she decided grumbling wouldn't get her anywhere and instead caught one wing in her hands to bite the sensitive membrane, he reminded her that his hands weren't the only disciplinary tools at his disposal, wrapping his tail around her arms and yanking her upright. How she still managed to maintain enough dignity to look angry with her pants and underwear hanging around her ankles, he didn't know, but he liked it a fair share more than he was willing to admit. It's not like anything was fully on display either, thanks to the massive shirt drowning her in fabric, but that was easily remedied. He grabbed the hem and made to rip it free—

"Don't tear my shirt, please." The quiet earnestness of her plea was jarring in the wake of her snarling fit, enough so that it turned his muscles to stone and forced him to meet her eyes. There was a flicker of fear in their hollow depths, suddenly so cold and lifeless, had he not felt her pulse fluttering against the underside of his tail, he'd wonder if she still had one at all. "Daisy bought it for me. It was the first concert we went to together."

Well, fuck. Zadimus set her down and stepped back, watching her kick off her other clothes and slowly, reverently strip off her shirt and fold it on the counter. "You really do love your sister, don't you?"

The fire went right back into her eyes as she looked up with raw determination and something he couldn't place, the sort of vicious familial passion he'd never observed in a member of his own kind; it drove otherwise pacifistic mothers to violent, gruesome vengeance killings, and made brothers fight more fiercely for — and sometimes against — each other than they would in any other circumstance. "I poured my soul into the ground so she could climb back out of it," she spat. "What do you think?"

"I think we're going to get along brilliantly," he replied, then pulled her into his arms again to crush their mouths together. The kiss was short-lived; she drew back and he worried he'd crossed a boundary somewhere, but she thrust her thumbs into his mouth and pried his jaws open.

"So that's what it was!"

"Whah?"

She grinned in triumph. "Your tongue's pierced, you wily fucking devil."

Zadimus batted her hand away. “I have other things pierced, you know, if that’s what really gets you going,” he drawled. “But as it stands, Miss Monroe, you have a filthy fucking mouth and it’s high time someone cleaned up your act.”

CH 8: Bullet on the Tracks

“Did you grab the bacon from up here or downstairs?”

Zadimus pointed to a plate of bacon that looked leaner than usual. “Downstairs for me,” he said, then pointed at the pan sizzling in front of him, “and up here for you.” He dumped the bacon onto a paper-towel-covered plate. “Your mother has a good system, all the cooking vessels are marked so there’s no risk of cross-contamination.”

Dillon nodded, reaching for a slice of her bacon. “Yeah, she adapted pretty quick— fuck!”

“You just saw me take that out of the pan, dipshit,” Zadimus scoffed at Dillon’s pitiful puppy eyes, then pulled her injured finger from her mouth. “It’s just a bit irritated, you’ll live.”

“But it hurts,” she pouted.

With a sigh, he ran his tongue over her finger before resuming his prior task of cracking eggs into the pan. “Better?”

Dillon gaped at the tingling still chasing away the angry red of a minor burn. “Wh— how.”

“Magic.”

“In your… spit.”

“Ah, no.” Zadimus tossed the empty carton into the recycling and the shells into the compost bin. “In general. But my hands were full,” he chuffed with a wink, squeezing her thigh.

Dillon scrunched up her nose to hide her grin. “Letch.”

“Careful, Dillon,” he teased. “I might think you like me and my brazen ways.”

She smacked his bicep, but the smile on her face lit the room and the flush of her cheeks warmed it. Zadimus released her into the kitchen so she could go about fixing coffee, as their infernal, unnecessarily complicated device refused to tell him its secrets. He was buying a machine for himself the next chance he got, something with as few buttons as possible and a normal filter. He got so lost in his fantasy of simplicity he almost missed her question. “Where are we going today?”

It didn’t help that she had half a bagel shoved into her mouth. How someone so small managed to open her jaw so wide— he shook off that train of thought before it could go anywhere that might cause another delay this morning.

CH 8: Bullet on the Tracks

So Zadimus let Dillon poke and prod his fading bruises; the single rib fracture that had started righting itself, the kink in his tail he’d already straightened in the back seat with someone’s hoodie in his mouth to muffle the grunt of pain it had wrung from him. That one smarted a bit, and he gave her a token wince so she’d have something to fuss over. He had been around long enough to know mortals needed to fret and tend to each other after a fight, to regain some control over something when everything else had been more or less out of it. He would never know the fear of a final death, but he understood it, and he had felt the stain it left behind once or twice in his thousand years.

He lifted the pads of her fingers to his lips and kissed the worry from each one, letting the tingle of magic distract her from their ordeal long enough to steal another kiss from her mouth. “See? I’m fine.”

He might have been, but she wasn’t — with her worrying hands at last sated to stillness, Zadimus could see where blood had dried beneath her fingernails, where boiling ichor had stained her knuckles an angry red, where she’d cut her lip either with her own teeth or while she was ripping the wraith apart. Flecks of darkness stubbornly clung to the outer edges of her irises. There was that glimpse again: scarlet braid, leather and metal, sturdy hips and silk-over-steel thighs, and the most vibrantly green eyes he’d ever seen.

There was nothing hard about Dillon except her damned head, but she hadn’t lived through war, famine, pestilence — only a pale horse roamed her pastures, yet she was neither afraid of its bray nor its bite. Her struggles all lived in her heart, and somehow it had still remained as chiffon-soft as the rest of her.

He’d recognize those eyes anywhere, though. Like sunlight reflecting off a dragon’s scales, sharp as a sword and twice as lethal, and when he found himself caught in her gaze—

“Zadimus?”

—the tenderness stabbed him with want so deep, so fathomless, he thought it might actually kill him.

Her lip split again when he crushed his mouth against hers. Blood and moss. She tasted like blood and moss and something ancient, something wild. Energy sparked against his teeth, a volley of arrows meant to take out his fortress defenses, and the energy within him answered in kind, pouring over her tongue and down her throat.

The backs of his thighs collided with the kitchen table. Fuck it. Zadimus let her push him back, spreading his wings across the surface and over the sides like a tablecloth. “People eat here, Dillon,” he teased, even as he helped her climb over him.

She bit his nipple.

Interlude II: Bad Blood

“Pamela Foster,” the newcomer clipped. “Castlebury Park. Sorry I’m late, the homeowner’s association meeting ran long because some people don’t seem to understand neighborhood beautification standards exist for a reason, and a black garage door is an eyesore.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Acheron,” Sterling hissed. His chair scraped as he rose, knocking into his hovering servant. If he noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. “This? This is the fabled new bloodline? What’s she going to do, ask to speak to the manager?”

“Mister La Croix and I have already spoken, actually, thank you.” Pam took her seat at the end of the table. Acheron didn’t miss the mild panic flitting across Jedediah’s face and the subtle scoot of his chair away from her. Interesting. “We’re here because of my turning, correct?”

“A completely new bloodline hasn’t appeared since the seventeenth century, just mutated from older ones, so this is… most unusual,” Idris explained. “We’re sure you’re perfectly capable, but--”

“But what? I sent in my curriculum vitae, you’re all aware of my leadership capabilities, and further--”

“A leader ain’t just a few fancy words on a piece of paper, Pammy.”

Pam’s eyes narrowed and her mouth pressed into a thin line. Acheron felt his entire body threaten to implode into itself to escape. “Do not interrupt me, Mister… the Dragonheart, is it? Or so help me, you will find out why I was chosen as this line’s progenitor.”

Hagar’s mouth quirked up into an intrigued grin. How long had it been since another member challenged him like that? How long since anyone had?

“Further, I have submitted my territory demarcation through the appropriate channels, so I hardly think an entire meeting is necessary. I’m sure you all have better things to do,” the newcomer concluded. Her shock of bleached-blonde hair seemed to move in a breeze only she could feel. What little of it could move, anyway; the pixie cut looked sprayed and gelled and spiked to within an inch of its life.

Her conclusion once more erupted the room into cacophonous bickering, and again Hagar fired his gun to silence it before Acheron could even raise his voice. A second chunk of plaster joined the first. Pam did not look happy about it, and wouldn’t you know, the big brute actually flinched.

“Can we at least pretend we belong in our respective positions and act with a smidgen of civility? We aren’t werewolves,” Acheron snapped. Seconds later, he was clawing at an invisible hand constricting tighter and tighter around his throat.

“The woman I intend to take as my mate is a werewolf, Mister La Croix.” Pam’s eyes glowed a deep, dusky red. Her clothes swept up in the quickening breeze. “Tread carefully.”

#my fic #sneeps.txt #unlikely adventures #the arsonist chronicles

[justimagineok]

2:30 series - at home - part 1

• pairing: idol!jungkook x female reader, jungkook x brotherJunghyun , jungkook x his mother , his mother x you

• genre: fluff until it isn't 👀

• warnings : mentions of abusive parents, toxic relationship , harsh words

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

“And this is why mom loves me more.” Jungkook's brother teased, earning a grunt from him.

"One more word and I'll set you on fire, Junghyun. I swear.", Jungkook was sweating as he tried to put the Christmas tree together. He was trying for two hours at least, but it didn't seem to be working. The tree kept falling after a couple of minutes. "Why are we even decorating for Christmas in November, mom? It doesn't make sense."

Jungkook's mom emerged from the kitchen, drying her hands and her tunic and watching him.

"Because I got two sons who barely come to see me since they grow up, so I'm making the best of the situation.", she shuffled Jungkook's hair gently and then smacked his brother on the shoulder.

"And I love both of you. No one more than the other. Get down there and help your brother, Hyun", she reprimanded him , winking at you before getting back to the kitchen. Jungkook handed over the tools to Hyun and got up to grab the other pieces of the tree, kicking his brother on the way.

"MOM! Jungkook's kicking me! I'm gonna punch him, I'm warning." he stared Jungkook, punching his legs as Jungkook laughed.

"YOU'RE BOTH IN YOUR TWENTIES! LEARN TO HANDLE IT YOURSELVES!", she yelled.

You left them discussing about who was the handsomest while sweating, and headed for the kitchen, looking for Jungkook's mother.

"Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to help you in the kitchen?"

Jungkook's mom smiled warmly at you, offering a place to sit.

"I'm sure, sweetie. C'mon in, take a seat! In fact, I wanted you to experiment something I made for you.", she opened the oven, taking a big pan out.

"This is for you."

She opened it, revealing the most beautiful omelette you have ever seen in your life.

"I remember you saying you last time that loved when your mom made omelette for you, so I fixed you some.", her voice was even softer, afraid she could offend you with her words. "I know it's not the same…"

Your eyes filled with tears and your hand started to shake.

"I did wrong?", she asked, impacted with your reaction.

"No, no!", you denied quickly. "It's just… I--."

The tears fell from your eyes before you could stop them. "I loved it. I loved it so much."

She got closer, pulling you in a warm hug.

"Don't cry, sweetie. I'm glad you liked it. ", she patted your shoulder for a while before letting you go. "Now, eat it before it gets cold."

From anyone watching this scene, it may look like your mom died or something. Your mother is alive. She's alive and well for all you know. You just haven't talked to her in 6 months, since she's called for your birthday.

You thought it was for your birthday, but she made it clear it was nothing but a coincidence. She just needed a 'little more money to get to the end of the month', she claimed.

That was the last day you talked to her. The day you told you wanted her and your dad away from you in any form. And that was the day you really saw who they really were.

“You are nothing to me. Do you hear me?! Nothing.", your mom spatted. " Just because you're in that trash city you think you're better than us? I am your MOTHER, stupid! Have some respect."

And there it was again. The heart beating way too fast, your palms sweating, your cheeks trembling. You wanted to run.

"You've been- you've been manipulating me, mom. You and dad. Don't you think this is wrong? I am your daughter.", you start to cry, hoping for any sympathy from her, but you got none.

"Why are you crying?! I'm the one who should be crying for having a daughter like you. You're pathetic, YN. You embarrass us, you know that? The only thing I could brag about you was that you're gaining good money and finally paying back your family for all the trouble we had with you. But now that you're being a coward and turning your back on us, is there anything you're good for? You don't even have a boyfriend, or girlfriend or anything because NO ONE wants a waste of space like you."

You didn't answer. Your parents didn't know you had a boyfriend or who he was. They couldn't know.

From experience, you knew that if they knew, they wouldn't leave Jungkook in peace. They were your parents and you gotta deal with that, but Jungkook didn't. From experience, you knew that if they knew, they wouldn't leave Jungkook in peace. They were your parents and you gotta deal with that, but Jungkook didn't.

You moved out from home to live in Seoul 3 years ago and you like to think you made the decision to move out freely, but the truth was that you had to move out, or you would be trapped there forever. Why?

Your parents never wanted you. That was what your mom told you ever since you were little, and having no brothers or sisters to help carry the burden didn't help at all. Growing up with them and having no one you could talk to was hell. Having no one to talk about why they said hurtful things to you whenever you made a mistake or didn't do well at school. Whenever you weren't perfect. The yelling every night, when they argued. Your mom telling you it was all your fault they argue that much and that your dad was always drinking because of you. You knew it wasn't true. It wasn't your fault. But there's something about hearing the same lies for so many times, they end up sounding like the truth.

"You deserve someone who isn’t okay with losing you, baby.", was what Jungkook told you when you told you a little about your family. You limited yourself to say that your parents just didn't care about how you were or how you were. You never told him about the harsh and hurtful words they always said to you, the public humiliations even at your old job, or the fact you still send them money, up until 6 months ago.

Jungkook asked you once about your parents, how they were and if he could introduce himself formally to them, but you shut him down fast. That was the first real fight you both had.

"Why you don't want me to meet them? Are you ashamed of me? Is that it?", Jungkook didn't understand why you didn't want him to meet your parents. He wanted to do it right. Why weren't you letting him?

"Of course not, Kook! Can you just respect my decision?!", you tried to defend yourself, but he wasn't having.

"Is it because you think we won't last?", he whispered, almost ashamed of his question. He was already making a playlist for you with his favorite songs, and you thought he was just a hookup? Was that it?!

You gave a step closer to him, holding his tattooed hands on yours.

"Can you trust me?", you asked. "I think-- no. I'm sure we're gonna last, Kook. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I just need you to trust me that meeting my parents is not something you should do. Can you respect my decision on this? Please?"

Jungkook stopped the next words he wanted to say, thinking about your words.

"Can I know why?", he squeezed your hands on his. You breathed deeply, choosing the right words to say.

"Let's just say not all of us have loving and caring parents, Kook."

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#bts fake texts #bts fic #bts fake chat #bts fake chats #bts scenarios #bts #2:30 #jungkook x yn #jk x you #jk x reader #jk x y/n #jk fanfic #jungkook angst

[sunshinepixels]

EVERYTHING WRONG WITH THE TEEN WOLF MOVIE

bc I hate it more than I've ever hated anything in my life 😭

Allison is back from the dead and somehow stays alive by the end of the movie as if that's not unnatural af !!! Like she's a human? how is that a thing? why did they do this? I love Allison, I really do but her coming back to life and not being laid back to rest by the end of the movie was so psycho and bizarre. Idk why they made that choice but I hated it

Derek apparently had a child 15 years ago and Allison died 15 years ago so somehow he had a child in season 3? When? When would he have time to do that? He was literally with Jennifer that season 🤨 so when did he make this kid who he seemed to have always been in the life of ? the math isn't mathing. ik teen wolf math sometimes doesn't make sense but I excused it bc I like the show but since I hate this fucking movie I will not excuse it. Jeff Davis tell me how the fuck Derek somehow had a kid in season 3!?

Who is the mother of Derek's child? (We all know that Stiles is the other parent) but fr why is she not mentioned at fucking all??? like it felt so unnatural, like they were specifically talking around it or some shit. I swear Eli never even says the word mom once!! how? why do they act like she doesn't exist? at this point I'm gonna assume Derek made this child asexually through budding or some shit cus wtf

IK Dylan O didn't want to be in the movie but they didn't have to do everything in their power to pretend Stiles didn't exist. The only references to him were the Jeep and Lydia's dumb dream. It made it seem like Stiles doesn't keep up with them anymore and that they don't keep up with him, and that's including his fucking dad. It's so unnatural and ew. I'm also very sad that Kira wasn't here but ik why Arden didn't want to do it. Fuck Jeff tbh. Kira was barely mentioned also, I don't think they EVER said anything about her at all. It's giving Jeff is bitter or smth.

This movie dragged so bad, it was boring as shit and I struggled to get to the 2 hour mark. It was actually painful for me to watch . I wanted to skip through every scene basically, trying to get to SOMETHING interesting, but it was rare that anything like that was going on

Some of the style choices were weird. The clothes they had Deaton in weren't right, it didn't feel like something he'd wear at all. Also so weird to see Chris in a turtleneck, idk if he's worn one before but it looked weird. Peter ate though, I have to give them that.

WHY WOULD MASON BE A FUCKING COP? What about him screams cop? 😐 He should be working with Melissa at the hospital or doing LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE.

Parrish and Malia 😐 disgusting. He knew her as a teen!!! like hello?? that's weird af! I already hated him and Lydia, bc why is he going after a freshly turned 18 y/o and I was hoping that the writers would know better by now then to do this weird shit but obviously they didn't

What exactly was Harris back for? He barely explained what happened to him or what he knew? It was dumb. If they left him out, I don't think it would've impacted the movie or what we know about Harris at all. Also, I don't remember if they explained but why was he alive anyway?

Abolish Eichen House

Some of the sets were very ugg and didn't feel like teen wolf at all

Peter sniffing the ground like a dog ☠️☠️☠️ SO UGLY 😭 but so hilarious, best scene hands down

Curse count: 9 Shits and 2 Motherfuckers (both from Chris which is funny asf)

The movie was not fun, it didn't have the fun vibes of the original show, all the jokes were meh and didn't live up to the source material.

who tf is Eli's mom 😐 I'm serious

why did former best friends Mason and Liam barely say one word to each other 😐😐😐😐 idc if they had no time, they should've been hugging and crying in the background or some shit

Why did they decide to make Derek burn???? LIKE HUH??? That was sick ! The worse possible death they could've given him! Like that's TRAUMATIC!!! Like were we meant to think this was poetic or smth?? cus I don't. I just think it's sick and weird. Not only that but they made him leave his kid. at this point why'd they even give him a kid just to kill him off. it also kind of felt like they exchanged a dead person for an alive person

the way Liam and Hikari pronounced I love you in Japanese was so bad. im not a language expert but that didn't sound right at all. truly horrendous, get a language coach on set or smth cus that ain't it

them having Allison come back and go back to dating Scott felt very character regressiony for him. like ik he loved allison but so what? you don't need to always end up with your first love. he literally was able to move past her death and get in other relationships. it didn't feel like he was holding a torch for her, it felt like he was able to get past it but now it doesn't. idk it's weird

seeing clips from the tv show made me wanna take the shit off my screen and put on the real show

and lastly this movie didn't need to exist and is not canon in my head

#nonsims #teen wolf movie #spoiler #warning #long post #bc im mad #if there are typos idgas #bye #don't watch this shit yall #and if you do #i hope you heal after watching #teen wolf #teen wolf movie spoilers

[nysus-temple]

Your Dionysus posts are amazing. He is really an underrated god and for some reason not many pay attention to him even though like all the other Greek gods is complex and has both a good and bad side. Now they mostly associate him with him being fun and looze in parties, but do you know any cases he showed his "wild side" like anger etc?

Thank youuu !! Glad i can actually help people out with the things i share <3

But, oh boy, indeed i do have. He shows it more than people think he does, just like any god, he has a scary side, you could say. And i'm more than glad to show that side of him people usually don't talk about.

Apologies in advance if the post ends up being long, i really like this topic xD 💖

1. The Bacchae, Pentheus and hubris:

The first and the most well-known example i love to give, is The Bacchae. Euripides' did a really good job showing this side of Dionysus, and, being totally honest, Pentheus had it coming.

Dionysus' went to his mother's city ( Thebes, in this play, Semele is his mom ) in order to see how were things going around there after she had passed away, and in order to see if they cared about his own existence at all. To his surprise, people like Tiresias did! But oh boy, Pentheus and the Theban women ( including Semele's sisters ) were... Not respectful. And that's when his anger begins:

He made the Theban women go insane, VERY insane, and submitted them to him; Why? They weren't being very nice to his deceased mother, saying things like her and Zeus being lovers was a lie, that she probably died due to hubris and not due to an accident, they mocked her and refused to believe her son was Zeus' son as well. So, yeah, Dionysus didn't like the whole "mocking my dead mother" shenanigans, neither him being considered a non-god.

Then, Pentheus! Damn, this dude didn't know when to shut up. What i love about his situation is that it shows how much PATIENCE Dionysus has. He didn't mind his mockery, hi didn't mind him imprisoning him, he didn't mind any of that, he even invited him to join the cults with Tiresias and the rest! But when after all of these redeming chances, Pentheus still had the audacity to say that Dionysus was no god and therefore deserved 0 respect, is when he got way too mad to be able to forgive him.

In summary, he, well, he made the Theban women, including Pentheus' own mother, to dismember him and decapitate him with their bare hands. And after they had done that, he made them go back to their senses, so the image of Pentheus' mother holding his head between her bare hands covered in blood... Yeah. That was a big lesson for all the Theban citizens to not piss off the god of madness.

2. Epithet used in the Bacchae:

We're still with this play, because Tiresias said once that Dionysus "has a part of Ares". And this... Is actually very true.

Orphic Hymn XXX, the epithet Ἀρήιος is used in it, in Spanish it's translated to "bellicose" and in English it's probably "war-like".

Don't get the wrong idea, Ares is no bad guy, neither is Dionysus. This comparassion and epithet is probably made in order to remind people that he has a violent side, that you shouldn't piss him off, because he's still a god. If it was used in a hymn, it's for a good reason.

3. Keeping up with the hymns:

In this same one, Orphic Hymn XXX, it is said that Dionysus likes raw meat. I mean, sure, this might sound dumb to us, meaning only that people had to sacrifice animals like with any other god, but remember his connection to Zagreus? Well, no, not a connection... He is Zagreus. Wether people like it or not, it's his epithet ( and sometimes Hades' epithet too... ), Ζαγρεύς Διόνυσος; now, what does 'Zagreus' mean if it's not only a name, but an epithet? Yeah, well, i haven't finished my philology studies yet, so i can only rely on other scholars. And i have NO idea where they get their theories from, and as you know, i don't like saying things without sources. But according to them, Zagreus is something like "sovereign hunter", so, yup, Dionysus apparently is a hunter... A hunter of sanity? Perhaps?

4. Homeric Hymns time:

Do ya'll remember that myth regarding him turning sailors into dolphins? Yeah, it comes from the Homeric Hymn VII. Dionysus, when being younger, was kidnapped by some sailors who wanted to sold him as a slave... And other... Unholy stuff. They didn't know he was a god, of course, but they were still being pricks.

Dionysus got mad, obviously, but he stood there, waiting for the perfect time to act. WELL the captain of the crew went "hey, i think he's a god, we should free him. What if he's Zeus? Or Apollo?" yeah, that apparently wasn't very nice to hear for him. He then turned the ropes imprisoning him into snakes, as well as other parts of the ship. He also started a sound that drove the sailors mad, making them jump into the sea and turning them into dolphins.

What have we learned? Don't kidnapp a god. And don't compare him to other gods.

5. And yet ANOTHER dude disrespecting him:

Lykurgos is a less-known figure from the folklore, i mainly known him thanks to this pic:

He's attacking his wife while being under Dionysus' insanity thingy and all that. How did he get there? Wellp, he was a Thracian king, and when he heard that Dionysus was in there, he ordered to trap all of his followers in a prison. Dionysus got angry ( what a surprise ) and sent a drought towards Thracia, making people get mad at their king and killing him for provoking such a thing in their town. Dionysus then stopped the drought, he kept his word.

6. Honorable mentions of the Orphic Hymns:

Orphic Hymn XXX: Dionysus is called "of dual nature", could mean to him being born twice or to him being both a savior god and a dangerous god.

Orphic Hymn XLV: It says that Dionysus enjoys swords and blood, and that whenever his holding the thyrsus, he's VERY mad

WELLP that's all for now! There's probably more that I haven't mentioned, probably, either because i don't have the soruces or because i need to organized my ramblings again. Hope you like the few things i showed tho! Sorry this got too long, couldn't help it.

#dionysus lore #answered #margaretartstuff

[teribst]

Camping

Camping

A STORY BY 

MIKE

I was 11 when my alcoholic dad was coming home from a bar one night and drove his pickup truck into a tree.

We were standing at the grave sight and mom was holding my hand as we stood watching them lowering his casket when my 29-year-old Mom said very softly, “You always were a stupid fuck.”

It was the first time I had heard her say anything bad about Dad and also the first time I had heard her curse. 

Over the next few weeks, it was hard to tell if she was grieving or pissed off at him, and in my mind it seems there was a lot for her to do. She had to get paperwork for this, and paperwork for that. Then there was his life insurance that had to pay because somehow his blood test came back with no drugs in it, and a very small amount of alcohol.

Dad's brother might have had something to do with that, and he also offered to buy out Dad's half of their construction company at way more than a fair price. It would be a few years later before I found out that between the insurance and Uncle Billy buying the company, Mom wasn't really rich but close enough that she would never have to work again.

When dad died mom was already an author and had sold a few books, but now she had time to write with no one bitching about how she was wasting her time. She taught Sunday school and was very active in doing a lot of things with the women of the church.

 I guess the other thing I loved about Mom was how she dressed. She is 5’ 3” with dirty blond hair and a cover girl beautiful face. I don’t ever remember seeing her in anything other than a button-down dress that was belted at the waist. And while not being too tight the bodice if her dresses all fit her well enough even a blind man could see she had a nice full chest.

She even wore her older dresses around the house and she was alway bare legged. But only at home if we went someplace she would alway wear pantyhose. She also always wore lace-up boots with a 2 inch heel. They always reminded me of what a witch would wear. Her hair was always pulled up in a bun on the back of her head and while she wore makeup it was always very light.

 It was just over a year after Dad died that I heard her humming to herself and I realized she was happy, and because she was so was I.

As for me, I did my chores keeping our 2 acres of land mowed, everything painted and cleaned as well as keeping everything all fixed and working. I guess I felt like if I was the man of the house I ought to act like one, and I could tell by some of the things Mom said along the way she knew what I was doing.

~

 Not long before he died Dad had bought a new 14-foot pop-up tent camp trailer and it had never gotten used. Hell as far as I knew it hadn’t even ever been opened. I had read online about what the trailer needed in the way of upkeep and found that because it was basically new it mostly needed to be kept clean and moved around on its tires. I wasn’t old enough for a driver's license but drove around our place teaching myself how to move the trash trailer and other things around with our small Kubota tractor. It was early spring when I brought moms truck around to the barn the camper was kept in and hooked up to it. My plan was to pull it out, give it a bath and make sure when I put it back the tires were sitting in a different spot.

I had just hooked the car wash brush up to the water hose when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. 

Now at this point let me say, I’m not stupid. I knew my mom was a beautiful woman, I mean, after all, I’m a guy so yes of course I had looked. Um…now where was I?

 Oh yes, mom was standing just in the shade of the lean-to carport roof watching me. Her arms were folded over her tummy like she was cold even though where she was standing in the shade it was about 85 degrees. She didn’t often wear a slip when around the house and the way she was standing the sun showed right through her dress doing a very good job of highlighting her legs. “HI.” I smiled.

Her eyes met mine and without moving she asked, “What are you doing?”

“I read online how to take care of it. So I was getting it all cleaned up.” I frowned, “Am I doing something wrong?” I couldn’t seem to stop looking at how the sun was showing off her legs.

“I was just thinking the other day about selling it.”

I let my eyes run up over her, “And I was just thinking the other day we should use it.”

She moved a little letting her right foot come straight to the side out and kind of rocked her foot on the heel of her shoe, “And when would we do that?” the move of her sticking her leg out as she had pulled the skirt part of her dress tight, and thank you MR. Sun for doing a really good job of shining through it.

I shrugged, “I don’t know. It has everything in it that we have at home, and I know you like to fish. Or you told me that you did a very long time ago.”

I really was trying to hide it but I wasn’t sure if she knew I was looking or not. “I thought maybe we could try it out. In fact, I think we should try it and if you don’t like it then we could sell it.”

~

That day was the first time I had really looked at her more as the woman she was and less thinking of her as Mom, but it wasn’t the last. In fact, I started thinking of reasons to get her outside or wherever I could to get a good look at her legs as light was highlighting through her dress.

~

A couple of days later while eating dinner I smiled. “I made a reservation at a place called Lake Sam Rayburn. According to Google Maps, it’s about a 3-hour drive from here.”

I saw just a hint of a smile as the corner of her lips turned up, “And when are we taking this trip and how long do you plan on us staying?”

“Well tomorrow is Monday so I thought we could get everything loaded up and take off early Tuesday morning and come back on Friday. They have WIFI there so you could bring your laptop and work if you wanted to.” I smiled, “I dug the ice chests out of the back of the shade and washed them all up.” I shrugged, “And I guess we can go to a HEB along the way.”

She smiled, “You have this pretty well worked out don’t you?”

“Well yes, I guess I think it’s time we had some fun.”

~

Mom was up when I walked into the kitchen. It was just before 5 am, and her smile made my heart beat speed up a little, “Good morning honey. I thought we could stop in Rockdale and get some donuts.”

30 minutes later she had a bear claw with chocolate milk, I had a glazed twist with white milk, and neither of us spoke for aways, “You know if I didn’t see it back there in my mirrors I would never know I was pulling a trailer.”

I smiled, “That's good. I went through everything I read making sure it all worked so it should pull perfectly.”

We were both quiet for a while then I saw it as she gave me a sideways look, then out of nowhere,  “KC honey you're almost 14 and you never talk about girls. Um, it’s ok if you are, but are you gay?”

I choked on my donut and when I quit gasping for air I said incredulously, “NO! No mother I’m not gay.” I looked at her in the early morning light seeing how the rising sun glinted and shined through her blond hair. “I’m sorry for yelling. But no, I just well, there is somebody.”

Putting the shoe on the other foot I asked, "I don't think you are, but are you seeing anyone?”

She looked away from the road at me, “There has been only one man in my life since your dad, and that is you.”

I smiled, “That’s good. I like being your man.” My eyes were drawn to her legs and how because they were spread in a comfortable way her dress had sort of pulled tight. So tight it had pulled open between the buttons just above mid-thigh. What little skin I could see was paperwhite, and not for the first time in the last few days I felt myself lengthen in my swim trunks.

To get my mind off of it I got her talking about the storyline of her next book. She was telling me about some kind of trouble between a couple on an airplane when she stopped saying, “My publisher wants more sex in my stories. He says, and of course he’s right, that sex sells books. But I don’t know, I kind of think my thoughts on sex might make the stories become too personal.” She shrugged, “I don’t know what to do.”

The subject changed because by this time we were only a few miles from the Twin Dams park and we were using the GPS to guide us to the place it came on saying, “Your destination will be 1 mile on the right.” One side of the dam was a state park and the other was called the Marina at the Dam, and that's where we were going to set up our camp. We pulled up to the marin store and park office to check in. Once inside and the paperwork signed, the park manager said because it was the middle of the week and no other campers were around we could take our pick of whatever camp spot we wanted. I watched his eyes run over mom's chest as he said he said he would mark it in his book later.

Back in the truck we drove slowly through the park to a camping spot that had a big Texas Oak next to it making the space primarily covered in shade all day. We pulled up and Mom stopped the truck looking at the concrete slab that was there to put the trailer on, “I thought I did good driving us down here, but honey there is no way in hell that I could ever back the trailer in there.”

 That was the second time I had ever heard her say a curse word.

“I got it.” And I got out walking around to her window as she sat and frowned at me. I chuckled, “It’s really easy. First off we are the only ones here so there is no rush. Just relax, we got 3 days to do this. Ok.”

“Yes, I guess. But how do you know about this?”

“From moving things around on the tractor at home. Now as you're doing this don’t look back through the window or the center mirror. You only look at your side mirrors and that's because you can see the corners of the trailer. That's what will hit something first.”

The corner of her lips turned up just slightly. “Got it, don't look back.”

“Ok so now put your hand on the bottom of the steering wheel and as you slowly back up simply move that hand the way you want the trailer to go. And don’t make big corrections. A little turn here can be a big turn back there.” I smiled at her, “Ready?” 

“I think so.”

I looked back “Look back in your mirror and tell me what you see?”

“Just road.”

“Ok between the truck and the trailer you're about 30 feet long, so pull up far enough you think the trailer will have room to turn. I walked next to the truck with my hand on the door as she slowly moved forward.

“This looks good to me.”

“Yes, I think so too. Start back turning slowly so the trailer turns and as it does the truck will simply follow it back. Look out your window.” I pointed “Pick a kind of target spot. You will see that gray box come into your mirror as the trailer turns into its space. Keep the gray box in your mirror and back up right next to it.”

I stood with my hand on the finder in front of her mirror watching and letting her make her own corrections as she backed the trailer in. It only took her pulling forward 3 times and she had us setting perfectly.

“That my girl and you did an excellent job!” She was grinning as she got out of the truck and I gave her a HIGH 5.

I got the truck loose from the trailer and after pulling it up out of the way a little I went about leveling the trailer. When I thought I had it all sturdy and safe I got out the hand book. “Honey, having never opened the top of the tent part of the trailer,” I handed Mom the owner's manual. “Your job, miss. I can back up a trailer and look beautiful doing it is to sit your bottom on top of that picnic table and read each step to me while I get this thing set up.”

“Honey is it?” She chuckled, “I'm sure if I can back that thing up I can read this book.”

It wasn’t hard but not knowing what I was doing made it slow and it was just about an hour after I started I flipped the switch on making the AC come to life.

~

“What are you doing?

“I’m hungry. That donut ran out of gas about 3 hours ago so I was going to make us dinner.”

She frowned just a little. “And what are we going to have?”

I had the fire set and was putting the cooking great over it.“Fire grilled steak and pan-fried potatoes.”

There was a slight smile, “And what can I do to help you, chef?”

“Nothing, I got this. I want you to just do your job.”

“And what would that job be?

“Just sit there, be beautiful, while you talk to me about putting sex into your book.”

Changing the subject she said, “I want to help.” She smiled at me, “Should I set the table inside or would you like to eat out here?” 

“Less bug’s inside.”

As we were eating I smiled, “I have questions?”

“Alright, maybe I have answers.”

“Ok, you have to promise to not get pissed off or take offense to anything.”

She frowned, “Alright as long as you watch your language.”

The stake was cut with a fork tender and I took a bite, “Why is it you only wear dresses?”

“It makes me feel girly. When I was little I had to wear a lot of my brother's hand-me-down shirts and pants. So I told myself when I was old enough to buy my own clothes I would always wear a dress.” She frowned, “Do you think I look bad?”

“No, god no not at all, but,” I looked into her eyes and said, “But you're only 32, and sometimes you can look, um a little maternally.”

Her fork stopped about halfway to her mouth. “You mean I dress like an old lady?” her voice came up a little, “How would you have me dress? I could walk around with my ass hanging out like some of the moms I see dropping their kids off at your school.” She laid her fork down “That's what your dad always wanted, he wanted me walking around looking whorish.” She looked at me, her voice going hard, “Is that what you want me to do?”

I pulled back looking at her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot.”

After a couple of moments she shook her head, “No, I’m sorry, it’s me and that wasn’t fair to you. I dress, well it’s what I wear underneath, that's what I wear for me.” She looked up at the moon. “It's late, am I in the left or right bed?”

“You can take the right, it's a king so you’ll have plenty of room.” I stood up, “Come over here and I’ll show you how to flush the potty.” There was a half wall around the toilet with the space also working as a stand up shower

“How do you know?”

I laughed “I read the directions. Um and let's try not to poop in it. We aren’t that far from the public toilets.”

“Ok.”

~

I made sure the fire was out and cleaned things up so it was probably a half hour before I went in. There was a small 12-volt night light hanging over the small kitchen counter and thinking she was but not sure she was asleep I turned my back to her. I didn't care if she saw that I was sleeping nude but for some reason I felt a little shy as I slipped off my shorts and slipped naked up onto my bed.

She very softly said, “I guess I could be that woman if you want.”

I waited for a beat, and not knowing if it was that we couldn’t see each other in the dark or whatever it was, I started talking. “Um…The other day when you came out and talked to me about the trailer and this trip the way the sun was shining I could clearly see the outline of your legs through your dress. I loved the sexiness of it.

I also love how you dress when we are out where people know you. I like the Sunday school teacher vibe you give off.”

“So you're saying you don’t want me to look like a hooker in public?”

I rolled onto my side looking back into the darkness at the other end of the trailer. “No, no I don’t. But you said you like sexy things underneath, like what?”

“Fancy lacy stuff, thong panties, or no panties if I'm wearing pantyhose or sometimes I just go out not wearing any panties at all. I love walking around knowing people are seeing one me when in real life I am quite another me altogether.”

See that’s what I’m talking about, you being you. U’m, a, mom it would be ok with me if you were just you, I mean, the you that you want to be at home. Or like out here where no one knows us, but us.”

“So you're saying what?”

“I'm saying I’m sure that at home if you want to run around in your pretty things or your pantyhose without panties or even nude I would be ok with it, if I’m being honest I’m quite sure I would like it.”

“Sometimes when I know you're going to be gone for most of the day I lay out in the sun nude.”

I smiled, “Well after this conversation maybe we should both rethink our lifestyle at home and in public.” She was quiet and then I heard a soft snoring sound and knew she had fallen asleep.

~

It was just before daylight when I heard the little toilet flush, “You ok?”

“Yes, I just had to pee. Sorry, I woke you.” I felt the bed move, “Can I come up here with you?”

“I don’t care but mom, I sleep naked.”

“It’s ok. I, a, well I do too.” She slipped up onto the bed with me sliding under the sheet, “Sorry I fell asleep last night.”

“We had a long day.”

“Yes we did, and so many new discoveries.” The bed moved and in the dim morning light, I saw her slip under the sheet and turn on her side to face me. “Did you mean it when you said I should just relax and be me when it's just us?”

“Yes I did, it’s just like now. No one in the whole of the universe knows we are laying here nude with each other and it’s no one's business but ours.”

“Honey incest is against the law, and…”

“Being nude together isn’t incestual. You nor I have touched in any way to have broken any law.” her hand was on top of the sheet and I put mine on it 

“Our place is the only house at the end of a long dirt road and there is nothing around us for a very long way in any direction but fields. So if we run around in or out of our clothes, who's to know.” I shrugged. “It’s all up to you, and I want you to do whatever you want to.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek, “I’ll be happy with whatever you decide to do.” I reached behind me and started opening the nightshade on the window.

“Wait! Someone will see in!” 

I smiled at her as she sat up holding the sheet over her breasts, “You must not have noticed how dark the plastic windows are tinted. They might see it at night with a light on but not in the daylight, not even a little bit.” I pushed the sheet to the side and slipped down off the bed.

“Are you sure?”

I smiled “Yes.” moving through the trailer opening the other nightshades letting the little room be filled with light.

“Are you going to look away when I get up and put my clothes on?”

I chuckled, “Did you look away as I opened the shades?”

“No.”

“Then I’m not going, that’s not unless you tell me to.”

“Have you ever seen me?”

“Not since the last time we showered together. We were going to be late for church and I was what? Maybe 6.” I turned to face her and watched her eyebrows go up as she openly looked at me with my morning hard. I’m not small by any means of the word and her eyes lingered on it for just a moment. She hadn’t seen me nude since that shower either.

She pulled the sheet back and watched me looking at her as she slipped to the edge of the bed. Her full breasts swayed on her chest as she moved and I watched her already hard light pink nipples pucker up even tighter.

As she put her legs out in front of her and slid down I was a little taken aback by the thickness of her full blonde pelt. I must have had a funny look on my face because she frowned at me, “Is it that bad?”

“Um what…oh no! You’re very beautiful and I don’t know why I thought so, but I thought you would be shaved.” I kind of pointed, “Can you tuck all of that into a swimsuit?”

The frown deepened, “I hadn’t thought about it, and I don’t own a bathing suit.” She moved past me to the other bed, picked up her dress and with her back to me slipped it on over her head, and while her dress was in no way see-through it was plain to see she was braless.

~

She became pretty quiet as I cooked us bacon and eggs with pan-fried toast. One the trailer's little cook top. She had set the table and then watched as I cooked, “I didn’t know you could cook.”

I didn’t look at her saying, “Just because we live together and see each other every day doesn't mean we know much about each other.”

“Ok like what?”

“Well, you didn’t know I have been taking classes online and will graduate this year.” I sat her food on the table and got my plate,” And you didn’t know that instead of going to school every day I have been working at Ben's camera shop for over a year.”

“You know you don’t have to work. I can,” I held up my hand stopping her. 

“Yes, I know. But I’m really into photography, and Ben trades me labor for stuff.” Again she drew into herself and after I had cleaned up some, I took her hand, “Come on. The park map says there is a waterfall back around the point. Let's go look at it.

By this time it was almost midday and getting hot. It took about 20 minutes to get back to where the waterfall was and when we saw it I burst out laughing. I guess in the spring it would be a waterfall alright but now it was just a trickle of water going over it.

She was smiling, “Well at least it was a nice walk.” She pointed to a rocky gravely place leading down into the water. “Maybe we could walk down and at least get our feet wet and cool off a little.”

“That sounds good to me.”

At the water's edge, she slipped off her sandals that I had never seen her wear before and waded out into the water. She was holding her dress up to about mid-thigh and walking slowly so as to not hurt her feet on the rocks. “The water isn’t freezing but it’s,” She turned to look back at me and as she did the rock she was on moved.. Mom's arms went out and she cried out “AAA!” as she fell back going completely under water. Sputtering she quickly sat up and wiped water and hair from her flushed face. “Shit!”

I smiled at the 3rd time she had cussed in front of me as I rushed out into the water and her. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she started to laugh, “I’m fine.” She swished the water around with her hands, “I bet I have a bruised butt though.” Still smiling “Let me catch my breath a minute and we can head back.” It turned into a few minutes of her looking around, mostly at me, then she held out her hand, “Help me?”

And as she stood up with my help her wet dress clung to her like a second skin. She kind of looked down at herself and saw that while she wasn’t really exposed at all she was definitely showing off. Her gaze came up to mine for a moment and then starting one button below her very hair crotch began to unbutton her dress all the way down to its hem. She smiled, “I don’t think it will be so clingy and hard to walk in this way.”

“No, I think you're right and I get to look at those beautiful legs.” She punched me lightly in the arm.

~

Back at the trailer, Mom went inside and a moment later came to the door in her panties. “Do you have a T-shirt I can wear?”

I smiled at how her bush poked out the leg opening of her panties, “Yes I’ll get you something.”

I went in and got her a shirt to put on along with the scissors out of the first aid kit at the same time. I pointed to the bed. “We have to trim that thing up. It looks, well not good with the hair sticking out everywhere. Take your panties off and lay back on the bed.”

She was giving me that frown again but pushed her panties down letting them puddle on the floor. I put the towel she had dried off with on the bed and she got up to her knees leaving her legs dangling over the side, her feet still a foot off the floor. I acted like I knew what I was doing as I pushed her legs open fully seeing her open sex for the first time. “I’m just going to lay the scissors flat and clean you up.”

It was very weak, “ok.”

I only knew what I had read and seen on the web so I was using one hand to work the scissors and the other to make sure I didn’t catch any skin. I tried to keep my touch tender as I clipped her pubic mound and then worked down the inside of her right thigh. She smelled so good. I had never been so intoxicated by anything as I was her scent. I clipped using my thumb and forefinger to open her girl's lips and found her to be leaking wet. I ran my thumb through it several times as I started up her left lips. Then I bumped her clit and she moaned, “Ohammm.” I did it again and her hips came up a little, and to this day I don’t know why I did it but I leaned in and licked her from her ass hole up to and over her clit. “OHhgod.”

Acting on instinct I pulled her clit up with my lips sucking it and flicking it with my tongue and she began to mutter, “Ohye oh god oh god ye yes, oh shit baby yes summaaaaa”

I stayed with her until her cum slowed then I moved up over her, “Don’t cum in me.” I slid as deeply into her belly as I could and held still enjoying her heat.

“I won’t last, it's just too much. I want it so badly.”

“Here, pull it out.” as I did she moved around on the bed taking me in her hand. As her eyes met mine she smiled, “I know it's going to be quick, but next time will take longer.” She slipped the tip of my cock into her mouth.

“Oh shit yes.” She took me deep into her throat and swallowed a few times, “I’m I can’t .” It had been her warning and she didn’t back away. She looked up at me with those clear blue eyes and as I growled “OH GOD!” she took the tip like it was a straw and sucked every bit of my life out of me.

As we held each other she moved to her side resting her breast on my chest, “I bet that little store we passed a few miles back carries condoms.”

~

[bunny-lou]

Good Boy, Part 5 - (The Black Phone Fic, hurt!Finney Shaw)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: The Grabber only wanted to play Naughty Boy. He didn’t actually want a Naughty Boy. No, the Grabber wanted a Good Boy, a Sweet Boy, a Loving Boy.

And Finn is prepared to be anything he needs to survive.

Warnings: Child abuse, child grooming, inappropriate relationship between adult and minor, non-consensual voyeurism, a kidnapped child is forced to do whatever his kidnapper wants. Anything that is done or implied in the movie also takes place in this fic.

Finney closes his eyes and tries to focus on anything else. Well, not anything. He tries not to think of Robin because that’s too much, so is thinking of Gwen. He tries to think of what they were learning in science. He hardly remembers his teacher’s voice. They were learning about frogs, right? The biology, what their insides were like, the best way to slice open their guts. If he tries, he can almost hear the buzzing of the old heater and the mumble of his classmates. The scalpel in his hand is lighter than he though, the blade is duller than what they need and he has to really push to puncture the slimy skin. What he wouldn’t give to have that scalpel right now-.

“Where did you get these scars from?” The Grabber is behind him, in bed. They are laying sideways. Finney is clothed in an old T-shirt, likely one that belonged to the Grabber. No pajamas had been provided for him and as disgusting as it was, he wasn’t going to lay bare-chested in bed.

Not that it matters. The Grabber constantly moves his baggy shirt up, down, to the side, bunched under his arms, touching Finney in all the ways the shirt fails to protect.

“Finney?”

He knows the fucking scars the Grabber is asking about. He’s been expecting this question for a while. Anytime this happens – the Grabber helping himself to Finney’s body in the quiet, exploring the places that make Finney’s skin crawl, even if all he’s doing right now is touching – the Grabber pokes and prods at the scars that he didn’t leave. There has been an obsession with the scars on his back, fingers that trace again and again, and the Grabber wants to know everything.

“Finney.” The Grabber’s hand slides up his side and into his hair, yanking his head back so Finney is forced to arch with the force, looking back to see the top of the mask, and a naked face beneath the eyes.

“My dad. Bullies.” Finney grunts.

The Grabber grumbles, but doesn’t release his hold. “Your father did this to you?”

Finney tries to nod his head. His eyes are beginning to water.

“Was it before your mom died?”

Fuck that stupid newspaper.

Finney loved his mom, he loved her so much it hurt, loved her despite the things she saw and the way she acted. He had hoped loving her would be enough to scare off the things in her mind. His dad had gotten rough in her last few months, when she was always panicked and yelling and Finney and Gwen were little and loud. Terrence was never rough towards his beautiful wife though, only toward Finney and Gwen who were scared and full of energy.

“After.” Finney says.

The whippings didn’t come until after she died.

Slowly, the Grabber releases his hair. His broad hands travel from mark to mark. There are plenty of them – Finney is (was) a good brother and he protected Gwen when he could, took the beatings made for her. He couldn’t protect his mom, he couldn’t protect himself, but he could protect her.

“What’s the story behind this one?”

It’s a jagged cut along his ribs, not far from his spine. Terrence had thrown an empty bottle against the wall and Finney had tried to run. Something – a book, if he remembers right – had struck him in the head and sent him tumbling down onto the broken glass. One horrible shard had sliced right through his shirt and skin and stained the carpet.

Gwen had spent almost a full day trying to scrub his blood out.

“I fell on glass.” Finney tells him. His head is still turned away, glaring at the sink in the bathroom so he doesn’t have to look anywhere else.

“What about this one?”

A circle on the back of his arm. He hadn’t done the dishes one night, too tired to even look at them. He planned on waking up early to finish them, but he wasn’t up before his dad and Terrence held the lit end of cigarette to his skin to wake him up and get him out of bed.

Gwen had returned home from Susie’s later that morning with some burn cream. Finney didn’t need to ask her how she knew.

“A cigarette burn.” He grits.

The Grabber doesn’t like his short answers, but Finney doesn’t really like to talk about these things.

“What about this one? Looks like a knife.”

It was. It was from Moose, earlier this year. Finney was cornered after school and he didn’t do a damn thing to Moose or Matty or Buzz, but they all fucking hated him. Moose said he had taken it from his older brother. It was the smallest pocket knife Finney had ever seen, but the glint of the blade had scared the shit out of him. Moose had gotten one swipe at his side before Robin was there, fists against Moose’s teeth.

It was the first time Finney had ever really talked to Robin. They made plans to study together that weekend.

Finney doesn’t realize his cheeks are wet until he speaks and the words tumble from his mouth. “Jerks at school with a pocket knife. A-After class.” He shakily reaches up to wipe at his face.

The Grabber doesn’t stop. “And this one?”

An innocent bike accident from when he was young and scraped his elbow so bad, his mother had taken him to the doctor. “Fell off my bike and I-I had pieces of asphalt removed.”

“This one?”

He had made too much noise when his father was hungover. It wasn’t the first time Terrence whipped him, but it was the first time it was that bad. “The t-t-T.V. was too loud. I woke my dad up. He used the...the buckle end.” Finney trembles and clutches the blanket. “It hurt so bad.”

“What about here?”

Gwen had misbehaved at school and Terrence had been called in to talk to the principal. They both knew it would be terrible, so Finney tried to make her some hot chocolate, as if that would offer some kind of comfort. When Terrence came home, he “grabbed Gwen and threw her against the wall and-and-and she hit her head, so I yelled at him and he turned around and hit me and I-I fell against the stove and it was my fault because I knew I shouldn’t have the stove on when he was around.”

When did he start speaking out loud?

At some point during his tears, Finney was moved and forced against the Grabber’s side, his head laying on the warm chest as he sobbed.

He misses Gwen, he misses Robin, he misses his mom. He’s had to deal with his dad and the bullies and now this monster that is rocking him in the bed they share. Why isn’t Finney allowed to be happy, why does the world hate him, why?

He’s so tired of being strong and playing this game. He’s tired of the beatings and the starvation and the fucking. He’s tired of living.

He’s so damn tired.

Finney’s sobs simmered into hiccups after long enough. He becomes aware of a hand stroking his hair and another hand stroking his back – intentionally avoiding all his scars, despite the years they have been healed.  

In the morning, he’ll hate himself. In the morning, he’ll be so disgusted he could vomit. But right here, with a hand soothing his hair back and another rubbing circles on his spine, resting on a warm chest with steady breathing, when his eyes are so heavy, he can’t even keep them open...

Finney gives up and allows himself to fall asleep.

Above him, the Grabber kisses his head.

---

Probably one of my favorite parts. If you don’t mind reblogging stuff with dark material like this, I would appreciate some spreading of my work!

#the black phone #finney blake #the grabber #gwen blake #robin arellano #my writing

[juhneenteagues]

I’m currently watching Wednesday and I’m not finished with the season but I have a couple thoughts:

SPOILERS FOR NETFLIX’s WEDNESDAY!!!!!!

1) I love Enid that’s my sista

2) I love Bianca. From ep1 I was like YES a DS Black girl who’s the HBIC !!!

2.a) I immediately wanted an enemies to lovers ship with Wednesday and Bianca while watching ep1 lol I doubt the show will ever go that route but a girl can dream

3) I love how Enid and Wednesday have a “we’re opposites but we will do anything for each other” type friendship… similar to Galinda and Elphaba in a way lol

4) so far from what I’ve seen in the show, Wednesday is either aro or at least queer (even outside my want of an enemies to lovers arc) therefore I find the triangle between Wednesday Tyler and Xavier very boring

4.a) another reason I don’t care for the triangle is one, Wednesday, to me, has not shown or expressed any romantic interest in either guy since she got to Nevermore but because both boys immediately took a liking to her, they both projected their feelings onto her and then got upset when it came to the Rave’N dance; and two, the classic teen romance drama kinda takes away from why we like Wednesday so much as a character. She is diff from everyone else and I feel like I’m fine with her going to a high school and not having a bf, gf, or any romantic partner

5) I don’t think Gomez actually killed that Garrett kid… either Morticia did and he’s covering for her bc he loves her or possibly he died some other way? Anyway considering where I left off in the show before making this post is Gomez going to jail and Wednesday bearing his story and her not believing it… I’ll guess I’ll find out soon

6) not crazy about these portrayals of Gomez and Morticia… the energy just isn’t there for me. I know a lot of ppl dislike the casting of Gomez (Luis Guzman), I assume mostly bc he’s unattractive by societal standard (aka he’s fat)… which I initially didn’t care about bc who cares if Gomez is fat, as long as his personality is the same then it’s fine… but idk…. his Gomez is different but not in a refreshing way.

6.a) I do like CZJ’s Morticia more than I like LG’s Gomez but still idk… maybe I’m being too harsh of a critic but it’s not quite all the way there for me for some reason….

7) Since episode one I haven’t trusted the principal and I half don’t trust Miss Thornhill so I’m curious to see how their characters play out by the end of the season

8) Eugene, just like Enid is very precious to me! I felt bad he got got by the monster and I’m shocked but happy they didn’t kill him off… I was upset that he (very predictably) still went into the woods the night of the dance even tho Wednesday told him not to

8.a) I love the fact that he has lesbian moms!

9) idk if I have other thoughts if I do I guess I’ll reblog and add more later

10) I wanted this to be an even number lmaooo

10.a) I am 25 and I barely saw The Addams Family 1 & 2 this year 😭😭😭 I have no reason as to why I had never seen it before last month (or maybe it was September) but I LOVED those movies and them kooky ass Addams 😂 which is why I feel like I’m disappointed in the characterization of Gomez and Morticia. That’s all

If you actually read all this pls feel free to reply ur thoughts as well and let’s talk about it. (Reminder I haven’t finished the show, I’m on ep5)

11) I just remembered… Tim Burton you ain’t seeing heaven for multiple reasons but WHY is the Black mayor also the owner of a theme park or whatever that is PILGRIM themed???? The disconnect????????

#wednesday #netflix wednesday #wednesday spoilers #wednesday netflix #jenna ortega #luis guzmán #catherine zeta jones #wednesday addams #gomez addams #morticia addams #marilyn thornhill #larissa weems #enid sinclair #bianca barclay

[tokruta]

Okay, so my grandfather passed away recently and I was finally able to do some math instead of literally just asking anybody. He passed at 95. In 1956 my grandmother's family died and he took to finishing raising her brothers, I always took it to mean they were on the considerably younger side but apparently they were in their mid to late teens at this point. Either way, in 1956 he would have been 28. He's 5 years older than my grandmother so she would have been 23. My father is about 68 and is the youngest of three, and would likely be less than one year old at the time. Now, I'm not sure how much older his oldest brother is, but I believe its not more than at most 6 years, which would put him at about 6yrs old in 1956. Assuming my grandparents had their first kid shortly after getting married, that would put my grandmother at around 17 and my grandfather at 22 at the, likely, youngest. Which... isn't the best, but that's not too bad for the 1950s I think. Don't ask me why I went about a roundabout way using 1956 as reference instead of just using years like a normal person.

First of all, sorry for your loss ❤️

Yeah, 17 and 22 isn't the worst. By modern standards, it's not good, but it's definitely on the milder side of age gaps I've seen. Regardless, there is a bit of a shift in how we can see our relatives after finding out such things. It's always important to remember to not apply all societal norms to them, but simultaneously recognize some things are morally dubious or wrong.

I've known for years that my grandmother had my mom at 17, almost 18, and that my grandfather is 4 years older (so a similar age gap to your grandparents). They married a few months after her 17th birthday. Not something I'd deem acceptable today, but in a rural rancho in Mexico in the 60s? It was the norm, not a particularly savory one, but a norm nonetheless. This was my baseline expectation for most of the age gaps I'd find, and, as you know, my expectations were shattered in the worst ways.

All that to say, if I'm not projecting too much (and feel free to tell me that I am), I think I understand how you felt after you did the math. Especially when it's people you know/knew. I don't know your relationship with your grandfather, so I won't speak on that, but it can feel a bit disconcerting to fully understand and internalize something somewhat distressing (not sure that's the right word but whatever) about them you didn't know before. Going back to my grandparents, I remember the shift I felt when I thought about their lives in comparison to my own. When I turned 18 and thought about my grandmother having had an almost 2-month-old baby to take care of as a poor elementary-school-educated married woman, while I had just finished high school and was off to college soon, obligation-free. When I turned 21, I was in Mexico visiting my grandparents, and I looked at my grandfather and wondered what it was like to look at your 17-year-old bride, whom you had been seeing since she was at least 16, and see a woman, not a child. That was the summer before I started at my new university and I was horrified at the thought of dating a 19-year-old let alone a barely 17-year-old. I love my grandparents, and in the grand scheme of things their age gap wasn't bad by the standards of the time, but that didn't stop me from feeling discombobulated about how I felt about their early relationship. It's a mixed bag.

Anyway, maybe I'm reading too much into this and it was just something you wanted to share (a sort of dip into the genealogical, if you will, like when I just blast my ancestors on main just cuz lol) but I hope this response was a good one? My words get away from me and having no character limits allows me to ramble to my heart's content lol

Now, for some bonus random knowledge about my ancestors. I've been a bit busier lately, so I haven't gotten much genealogical work done, but turns out I'm descended from, at minimum, 3 different siblings of the same man on my dad's side. One of my great*5 grandfathers had children from 1789 (one of my direct ancestors) up til 1842 (with a different wife) and I just... this man had children for around 50 years!!! What the hell!!! My great*4 grandfather, his firstborn, was old enough to be his youngest sibling's grandfather!!

I am both appalled and fascinated. I remember when I first started seeing the same name show up on different branches, IN DIFFERENT GENERATIONS (APPROXIMATELY 50 YEARS OF OFFSPRING FROM THIS MAN!!!!), I got more and more nervous. While I'm trying not to think of the incest aspects of this (I'll have to work it out later, once I actually start organizing the "tree"), I'm at least glad that it was many generations back and I haven't seen his name on my mom's side (yet...hopefully I won't but who knows).

#ask box #w3nsday #hasan't

[avabananas13]

Why Did It Have to Be Me? (Ch. 4)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Mayfield!Reader

Summary:  Summer break was hell after your step-brother Billy died, you and your sister Max both falling into a depression. Now you’re entering your senior year at Hawkins High and are trying to get back out there and get some friends other than Steve and Robin. Who knew one of those new friends would be resident ‘freak’ Eddie Munson.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, language, divorce, mentions of seeing a parent struggle, quickly proofread, there might be more that I missed

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so sorry for the wait for chapter 4! I got really busy and when I wasn’t busy I was having some serious writers block. I finally had the words flowing through me and was able to get another chapter out for y’all. I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter because I think it might be one of my favorites so far. Also let me know if you want on the taglist! Love you guys and enjoy!

Taglist: @ynmunson

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You lay there, in Eddies bed, awake for most of the night thinking about everything. You figured out the following:

You really like Eddie

You really like having sex with Eddie

You aren’t ready to commit to a relationship

This is the most comforted you’ve ever felt with your head resting on his bare chest

You wished that Eddie would sleep the rest of the day so you wouldn’t have to talk about last nights event but eventually he would. While you layed there with him, you came up with things to say to him. You guys couldn’t just not talk about this. You kind of did last night when you told him you didn’t want to date anyone, but it was possible you changed your mind in that time. You haven’t changed it though, and that’s why you need to talk.

Eddie woke up around 10 that morning, which is early for him. You knew he was awake when you felt his hand rubbing up and down your arm as you continued to lay on his chest. You couldn’t help but smile at the action. 

Maybe dating Eddie wouldn’t be that bad. We could totally make it work.

No, no. You had seen your mom go through 2 nasty divorces. The first with your dad. Your parents were madly in love, until they weren’t. You still remember the nights you would be trying to sleep and having to listen to their scream match downstairs. Then one day, your dad just moved out. 

Your dad really did love you and Max, there was no doubt about that considering he wanted you to continue living with him in California. You would’ve happily accepted too if it weren’t for your mom having full custody and rejecting that offer. 

After the events of the summer you really started to question wether or not you should’ve pushed to stay with your dad or not. You came to the conclusion that this was the best possible thing. This way, Max wasn’t alone. She had you. 

Your moms second divorce was just as hard, if not harder. Neil had became an even bigger ass after the death of Billy. Losing a child is hard, but that didn’t mean he had to take it out on your mom, or Max, or you. You were glad when he left. Your mom never deserved him. Your mom on the other hand wasn’t as glad as you and your sister. You had to move to the trailer park, she picked up a second shitty job, and on top of that developed a drinking problem. 

Things did not go the way your mom had life planed. She wanted to stay with your dad. She wanted the white picket fence in a nice suburban neighborhood. She wanted to be there for you and Max. She wanted so many things that didn’t work out. You didn’t want the life your mom has. You love your mom and admire her strength but you wanted bigger things and nobody was going to hold you back. Not even a boy you could definitely be developing feelings for. 

It sounds sad. Forcing yourself into a spinster life. No husband and no kids, forever alone in your giant manor with 50 cats. That’s what you want though. Ok maybe not the giant manor and 50 cats but you can’t be held back and if that means being single and lonely forever, then so be it. You don’t want your life to be ruined, as your mom was proof of what could happen after 2 divorces. You no longer believed in true love. That was a lie made up long ago so kids would want to grow up to get married and have lots of babies. That shit didn’t work on you. Your happy with your decision. You just hope nothing will change that. 

Eddies awake. Your pulled out of your thoughts when you feel him wrap his arms around you. This is starting to feel real. You don’t want this to be real. You know you need to just bite the bullet and start this very serious, possibly relationship ruining conversation before you throw all of your goals and aspirations away for some guy. But he isn’t just some guy. He’s Eddie. No, no, no. You can’t keep doing this. You just need to rip the band-aid off.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks. Did Eddie just start the conversation you’ve been dreading since last night? Yes, he did. He could tell you looked anxious and like you needed to say something so he took matters into his own hands. Even though he knew it would pain him to hear how you weren’t interested in dating, he just wants you to be happy.

“Yes, please. If you don’t mind?” you say in a soft voice.

“Of course, sweetheart. We should talk about this, about us.” Us. You love the way he says that. Us. You and Eddie, Eddie and you. This is going to hurt more than you thought it would. 

“Eddie, I really like you. I told you that last night. But, I’m not sure,” you say cautiously so you don’t hurt his feelings, “I never pictured myself actually dating someone. I don’t know how to commit myself to someone else. Seeing where my mom is at in life, I can’t have that. I’m not going to let that happen to me. I like you, a lot, but I can’t be something that I know you want me to be” you feel your heart shatter at the words you say to the boy you had an amazing time with last night. 

“Princess,” he says smiling, “I don’t want you to be something you’re not. I know you don’t want to commit yourself to someone. That’s why I was serious last night when I suggested a friends with benefits thing. Last night was-”

“Incredible?” you chime in.

“Yeah, incredible. And I want to keep having incredible nights with you even if it means as your friend.” You smile at his kind words. Eddie was giving up on having a real relationship with you because you didn’t want to commit to him. You don’t deserve him. 

“You’re sure? Like you are totally ok with us just having sex?” you ask, just to double check you’re hearing him right.

“No,” he says without hesitation and your heart starts breaking, “because, we aren’t just going to have sex. You and I? Yeah, we’re friends. Ok? You have to promise me that we will still be friends.” You nod with a smile on your face. You can’t believe this. Eddie is agreeing to being fuck buddies and continue being friends. “I promise, Eddie. Of course I promise. Thank you for understanding,” you say nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and wrapping your arms around him tightly. You lay in bed together the rest of the day.

//////

Eddie had invited you to sit in on his next Hellfire campaign and you happily agreed. Throughout the school week you exchanged glances, had some conversations here and there, but outside of school you’ve been at his place almost everyday. Not even having sex, just enjoying being around one another. You really were friends and being friends with him made you beyond happy.

“Hey sweetheart, did you want a ride to Hellfire tonight?” Eddie asks you as you are both hanging out by your locker. 

“Yeah! That’d be great Eds, thanks!” you replied, bringing him into a hug which he quickly reciprocated. 

“Sure thing, sweet thing” he said, walking away with a sly wink. You just rolled your eyes and giggled to yourself as you watched him walk off to his next class, or towards the door to ditch his next class. 

You walked over to Eddies around 5 to head back to school for tonights “epic” game, Eddies words not yours. You knocked on the door to his trailer and almost instantly the door opened, startling you. You jumped back placing your hand over your chest to catch the breath that had left your body.

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie said, seeing you clearly weren’t expecting him to open the door so quick. 

“It’s fine Eds, just got spooked is all,” you respond, shaking your head.

He nods his head towards the van, signaling for you to pile in so you can go spend your Friday night at school. You were excited though, really. Eddie would always talk about Hellfire and how amazing his party is. You’re not familiar with d&d but you do know that Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will would play it all the time, now you usually see it’s just Dustin and Mike playing. You were always curious about it though, it seems like the boys always had a lot of fun playing it. You also heard all about the demogorgan and of course the mind flayer over the summer. You figured you might as well see what all the hype is about.

You’re almost certain Eddie forgot to tell the party that you would be joining tonight because as soon as Eddie walked in with you their eyes widened and jaws went slack. 

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?” Dustin blurted.

“Yeah, you don’t play d&d. We tried.” Mike says, annoyed that you’ve just now decided to partake in the game after their multiple attempts. 

“Well my little sheepies, Y/N here is going to be joining us tonight. I’m a lot more convincing than the both of you little shits,” Eddie said teasing the boys. You giggle at the interaction between them. Eddie goes around introducing you to the other boys, Gareth, Jeff, and another you didn’t quite catch the name of. “So boys, are we gonna play or sit and stare at the beautiful princess?” you could feel your cheeks turning a bright red at Eddies compliment which your not even sure he did on purpose as he is a constant flirt. 

You didn’t play that night. Eddie offered to show you how to play and earlier in the week he even asked if you wanted him to make you a character sheet. First, you wanted to make sure you liked the game before you started to waste his time, even though he would love for you to waste his time. You sat in a chair right next to Eddies throne during the entire 4 hours they played. 

Once the time hit 9:30 and they got to an interesting stopping point, they decided to wrap it up for the night as the younger boys were already out past their 9 o’clock curfew. Since Eddie was your ride you helped him clean up after all the other guys left.

“So, wasn’t that just as epic as I promised?” Eddie questioned you playfully.

“That was definitely something,” you say with a giggle. You did actually have a great time. You really wanted Eddie to help you prepare for next Friday so you could play with the rest of them. Hellfire turned out to be something you never thought you would enjoy but your glad you got dragged along. 

You and Eddie head back to the trailer park, blasting music on the way, just enjoying each others company. Eddie pulls up to his trailer and you guys sit there to listen to the rest of the song. Once it finishes you place your hand on the doorhandle bidding Eddie a goodnight.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” Eddie says and then quickly leans in and pecks your lips. You sit there in shock just for a moment. Sure, Eddie has kissed you multiple times but never like that. This kiss was a goodnight kiss, a I’ll talk to you later kiss, a boyfriend kiss. It just broke your heart more and more knowing Eddie probably wasn’t actually ok with this arrangement you guys had going on but he didn’t want to push you. All Eddie wants is for you to be happy and you reminding yourself that is the only thing keeping you sane. 

You decided to ignore the kiss and just act natural. Maybe Eddie didn’t even realize he did it, which he didn’t realize he kissed you until he was laying in bed that night. You hop out of the van, give him a quick smile and you start the very short trek back to your place. Once you reach the door, something in you decides to look back at him and you’re glad that you do. When you look back you see Eddie Munson at his front door, also looking back to you with the most perfect and loveliest smile in the world.

You go to bed that night thinking of Eddie Munson. You think about how understanding he is. You think about how gorgeous he is. You think about how gentle he is. When you close your eyes that night, you see the image of him smiling at you from his front door and you begin to subconsciously smile at the thought of him. You know you’re hurting Eddie, even if he refuses to believe it, but you’re starting to wonder if this is hurting you too. It feels almost impossible to be “just friends” with him when you’re… when you’re… fuck it. You are in love with Eddie Munson.

“Shit.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x mayfield!reader #eddie munson x reader #friends to lovers #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #fwb #fwb to lovers

[2for2long]

i want to hear everything you think about all the medias your obsessed with even if i’m not in the fandom 😍

I LOVE U ROREVER AND EVER AND FOREVER

tlos

ok so OBVIOUSLY im starting with tlos and atom!!!!!!!! I LOVE it i was literally crying over alex bailey the other night <3 it means a lot to me because (i know it sounds corny and whatever but) it really helped me when i was alone and i just really saw myself in alex and im really attached to her!!!! god the sacrifices she had to make throughout the series? perfect!!!!!

first she lost her dad, and essentially her mom as well which knocked out two of her best friends!! and one can assume that since her brother was far more popular(? had more people to talk to at least if i am remembering correctly) she felt extremely alone for that year after!! and then she gets sent to the fairytale world? with all her role models and comfort characters? a girl could only dream to have that!! and then when she's there she nearly dies (like all main characters <3) and then she's forced to go back!!! back to a world where she doesn't fit in and has no one! and then she gets to go back!!! of course her mom's in danger after being captured but it still mustve felt good to be back. and then she had to defeat ezmia when all hope had been lost!! all on her own!!! and was willing to sacrifice her life to save the world because it was HER world, all that she had!!!!! and then she had to choose between the two worlds she had. the otherworld, a place where she never fit in, but her mother and brother (the only family she had for the past 2 years) were, or the fairytale world, where she BELONGED and had a role other than conner's quiet, smart sister!!!!!! and then in the next book!! she meets rook. and oh i could go on about rook and alex forever they were so tragic!! she met a boy and for the first time felt fairytale love, what she had read about for years, and it all came crashing down again!!! he betrayed her and even though she understood and undoubtedly wouldve done the same to save her father as well (rook had to give away alex's plans to the grand army to save his village from being fed to a dragon) she just couldnt trust him and had to let go but still loved him as a friend!!!

now im a little rocky on what exactly happens in the last 3 books because i read them all at once and it blurs together in my head but!! oh the scene where she meets her role models. she's being hyped up by the very girls that she spent hours thinking and dreaming about and they were all there for HER so that she could save the ones she loved AGAIN!!! and damn rook sacrificing his life for alex, which momentarily lifts her curse only for her to be 10x more destructive because she lost ANOTHER person?? kiss kiss i love it. and i cant forget arthur of course i love those two together!!! the fact he literally sped up his own story just to be with her was so sweet. anyway back to alex <3 she just does so much and lost so much and sacrificed so much but by the end of the series its all WORTH IT shes done it shes grown old in a home where she BELONGS with her family and she and conner are still as close as ever!!!

as for conner bailey i dont really relate much to him </3 not at the start anyway. when i was younger i was much more like alex, a gifted kid and just staying with my books. but now that im older i can see conner more. he lost his best friend too. and then barely a year after that he's introduced to this crazy world where NOTHING is the same, and he doesnt like it, and he wants to go back but his sister wants to do nothing but stay!!! theyre two sides of a coin as intended yk? i think they were grieving their dad in different ways where conner was trying to move on and alex was looking for their dad in the little things but i dont have much reason to that and it doesnt really relate right now so! and when he finally gets home everything keeps changing. ever since his dad died, everything's become turned on it's head and it won't stop changing.

and here i want to take a break from conner and talk more about the differences between conner and alex because i love alex and will never not think about her but also because theyre so different and yet they work so well together. both of them liked it better when their dad was alive; conner had friends, had a dad to joke with, and alex had her books, had a dad to comfort her. when he died, they both started to become more depressed i guess? less themselves. i mean its literally established because conner is said to have kept falling behind in school while alex pushes herself into it. i like to think it was their own ways of coping where conner wanted everything to just stop for a moment and let him take it in because from how its described everything just happened so damn fast, from their dad dying to the funeral to their mom being gone at work to them having to move and it just keeps changing. alex's way of coping seems to have always been to distract herself or immerse herself into something (e.g., fairytales) so she instead does this with her work because it makes her proud to see that something is changing for the better, even if that meant that her dad really was gone.

and then next thing he knows time keeps moving and fuck! he's lost his sister to the fairytale world forever. she chose there, and he chose the otherworld. and then, yes, she's back! but fuck, now their grandma's dead! and damn they have an evil uncle? and god they have to spend more years of their life stopping it? at least he got a gf and a basically-brother out of it. i think he wrote the fairytaletopia series as a way to cope with losing those years of his life because holy shit those were definitely some important years in a person's development and they were just for fighting, what, 3 entire wars?

tldr alex and conner coped with the loss of their father in different ways that ended up making them take different paths in life but because of the adventures they suffered through together they're still as close as ever

(can you tell i think about alex a lot more)

atom

i have a lot of thoughts about this trilogy. first of all im really hoping theres a 4th or that colfer somehow clears up the whole snow queen incident? if xanthous killed her, why is she still alive? wouldnt brystal have done something about it? or any of the fairy council? its well-known she's still around too. so what's up with that?

i love brystal and lucys friendship developing. theyre shown to be best friends in tlos and honestly they seem like more than best friends in atom but thats just me being queer!! (but theres also no way any main character in this series is not some sort of queer, i mean it's literally just. a large metaphor about discrimination. specifically queerphobia but literally just discrimination as a whole. i mean literally sevens whole thing mirrored HORRIBLE groups like nazis and the kkk with them trying to eradicate the fairies and anyone different if that makes sense) i havent reread this series in a while apart from xelrik moments so i cant call out many specifics however!! brystal being the first one to connect to lucy <3

and wow the third book. xanthous being the LITERAL KING OF HELL? hell yeah!!! my man got a boyfriend and a whole army of fire behind him. AND HE TREATS THEM FAIRLY!!! im just confused how elrik manages to stay alive? (i like to think that while xanthous is taking care of the whole tlos thing elrik is watching over the firey pits of hell they rule together <3) i cant express how much i love that colfer just made these two gay asses the RULERS OF HELL. and oh xanthous as a whole!!!

his abusive dad saying he cant do anything unmanly. i love love thinking that eventually, one day, emeralda (emerelda?? i forgot help) helps him realize that being 'unmanly' is okay and helps him work through his trauma cause they have a really cute sibling dynamic!!! <3

also tangerina and skylene are adorable. <3

pjo/hoo/toa

okay well. see. its more than 15 books worth of thoughts. AND I HAVENT EVEN READ TSATS YET BUT I ALREADY LIKE IT

so obviously percys entire character development in pjo is just. mwah <3 he falls flat in hoo and i wish he'd just been a mentor and it be like a passing the sword kind of thing? like oh, the next generation of demigod heroes!! ill help them so they dont have it as hard as i did when i went through a war! and same thing with annabeth. i love their relationship so much. ive always been in love with the friends to lovers dynamic and the way this was pulled off, holy shit. 4 long years of pining and teasing and now theyre in love forever!!

i really love thinking about side characters so im just gonna run through the ones i love the most and why really quick!!!

the stolls!! i LOVED that connor was said to be upset at his brother leaving in toa!! i feel like it showed off their sibling love more yk? i have a LOT of thoughts about them arguing about college. because like yeah 👍👍

all of cabin 10 & 4 <3 im obsessed with them actually!!!!!!!!!! my loves <3 especially drew and lacy and katie <3

THE VICTORS!!!! theyre so so <3 see they r in a trio with drew tanaka and they are a POWER TRIO

ok going into friendgroups now oops!! me when when the thoughts

drew katie bianca in this one au <3 see if bianca lived she would a yearish younger than drew and katie i think and this au deals with that and i made a really long timeline for this au so yall should totally ask me ab it 😋

stolls and leo and will also in an au lmao 💪

ok im tired of talking now ill add more later school is tiring 😋

#sorry im just rambling this isnt gonna make sense #BUT ITS OK I LOVE U SO MUCH THA K U I LOVE TALKING ABOTU THEM IM ACTUALLY TEARING UP #i also am tired of talking rn but i will arrange my thoughts and talk about my interests properly one day #(alex bailey) #asks tag thing

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@allvalley100 Part one of my fill for the Handle With Care prompt. 

Johnny clutched his throbbing toe and glared at the grubby box left carelessly on his doorstep. There was no label, just the words ‘Handle With Care’ scrawled upside-down on one side.

Grumbling to himself, he lifted the heavy, overturned box and limped inside. The contents rattled as he set it down and opened it.

Broken beaks and shattered wings. Only two small, brown owls remained intact, haphazardly nestled amongst the shards of colorful ceramic. He remembered the day his mom brought them home, so proud of her flea market find.

Johnny cradled them gently, his heart breaking all over again.

47 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#4

@allvalley100 Okay, last one, I swear. Here’s some good, ol’ fashioned established LawRusso for the Red Handed prompt. As a treat.

Daniel kicked the door shut and dropped his briefcase.

“I’m too tired to cook. Is Chinese okay with you, Mr. Picky Eater?”

There was no answer. Daniel frowned. Johnny had been camped out in the recliner since spraining his knee, but the living room was deserted.

The kitchen and bedrooms were empty, too.

He was starting to get worried when he heard it.

“Take my hand, we’ll make it, I swear! WHOOOOA…”

Daniel peeked around the bathroom door. He could barely see Johnny’s blond head over the mountain of bubbles. Grinning to himself, he grabbed his phone and hit record.

49 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#3

@allvalley100 Here’s my fill for the Eavesdropping prompt.

“What the hell are you doing here?”    

“The LaRusso’s invited me. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“The little punk that kicked you in the face? Invited you?”

“We’re business partners now… friends.”

“Oh, so that’s how you’re finally gonna get revenge, huh? Gonna drain him dry, too, you little leach?”

“Like how you sucked every last ounce of happiness out of my mom?”

Every head turned at the sound of the slap. Cheek stinging, eyes watering, Johnny looked up to see Daniel standing right behind Sid, an empty martini glass in each hand, his eyes sparking with rage.

57 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#2

@allvalley100 Okay, last one. I’ve had this scene in my head for awhile now, and this is the perfect opportunity to use it. For the Cute as a Button prompt.

“Quiet!” Johnny hissed at the wailing baby in his arms, sensing the other shoppers’ dirty looks. He was still trying to figure out which diapers to buy when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Look, I know, okay? I’m trying to shut him up, but…”

The words died on his tongue when he turned and saw LaRusso’s sensei standing there.

“Baby sense frustration. Here.” Miyagi motioned for Robby. Not knowing what else to do, Johnny handed him over.

The little traitor fell silent almost instantly.

“Cute.” Miyagi smiled, touching Robby’s little nose. “And can kick. Like father, like son.”

77 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

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@allvalley100 For the Copycat prompt. LawRusso date night! 

“I’ll have the Branzino Al Vino Bianco E Carciofi, please.”

Johnny handed back his menu, smiling confidently.

“And for you, sir?”

Daniel blinked. “Sorry, could you give us another moment?”

“What?” Johnny shifted self-consciously as their waiter walked away.

“You just ordered a whole sea-bass. With its head still on.”

The romantic lighting couldn’t hide Johnny’s blush. “Sorry, I don’t read Italian. The guy at the next table ordered it and it sounded fancy, so…”

Daniel squeezed Johnny’s hand, silencing him.

“You don’t need to impress me, John. Now, want me to order you something without eyeballs?”

“Oh god, please.”

97 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

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