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Flowers, the Leaves on the Trees, the Moss Underfoot

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Part of this series.

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Like anyone else who had just been gifted (cursed, whatever) with the ability to shapeshift, Danny experimented. He didn’t think twice about it, the concept was so natural to him.

Although, to be fair, that might have partially been because of his upbringing. Alchemists and experimentation went hand-in-hand, Fentons and experimentation even moreso.

And there was a bit of a gap between the first realization and the experimentation. He had to be forgiven, given the circumstances.

His first, panicked, shift had been into a forest cat. His second had been into the form he had once called his one and only - human, teenaged, dark haired, blue eyed, short.

(In other circumstances, he might dispute the ‘short’ part, but he could be honest with himself. Here, alone in the trees, he was the only one who could be.)

For a decent chunk of time, that was it. He didn’t want to shift anymore. He cried himself to sleep cradled by the branches of the tree he was hiding in, mourning his humanity.

Then, the next morning, he woke up relatively rested. When he saw that he had stayed human throughout the night, well… If he could do that, maybe he could go home, after all? Maybe he could hide it?

He climbed down, but as soon as he touched the ground, things changed.

There were so very many things that lived on and in the trees, but the trees themselves were stable. They reached down into the earth and up into the sky and across barriers he couldn’t properly comprehend, but they operated on a scale and in a manner he could understand, and when they changed they changed slowly. Even the lichens and mosses on the trees felt more… orderly, for lack of a better word. Calmer. Or maybe more limited. Or maybe he was more limited.

But perhaps it was simply that there were fewer of them, or maybe his issue was something else entirely, something he didn’t know yet, because it was very difficult to know anything when you’d been changed so much, so fast. All he had were his feelings, and the ground was overwhelming.

It teemed with life. Mushrooms, grasses, flowers, seeds, mosses, tiny crawling things… And his awareness of it all spread outwards, along the ground and deep into it, no longer mediated by the trees.

Although, perhaps awareness was too generous a term for a set of impressions that lived in the back of his mind and curled around the edges of his consciousness. In any case, it didn’t agree with the hold he had on his form.

His legs and back twisted, the nails on his feet becoming thick and black, his teeth going alternately sharp and flat. Patterns of alternating dark and light appeared on his skin.

It was painless, the shifting. The sensation was… strange. Not unpleasant, but strange. Like his flesh was water, rippling, pouring from one container to another, borrowing its shape from what contained it.

He breathed in and out through his nose, stunned by the transformation but trying not to panic. He reached, searching for the grip that had let him be human again, at least in appearance, but his mental fingers kept slipping off the presence of the forest as represented by the things that lived on and in the nearby ground.

Eventually, he couldn’t handle it anymore, and he went back up into the tree. His control came back, and he pushed the inhuman features away.

At least he now knew he could do that, still. As long as he was in the trees, anyway.

He looked down at the ground, feeling trepidation. The ground looked back at him. The plants there reached back to him, quite literally. Where he had stood, a place that had been bare, mossy ground, too close to the tree to grow anything significant, had exploded with greenery. A circle of emerald moss surrounded green grass and shockingly pink wildflowers.

That was… alright, he didn’t know how to deal with that at the moment, so he didn’t.

So. He could shapeshift. He could shapeshift and control it, as long as he was in the trees. As long as he was in the trees.

He couldn’t stay in the trees and go home at the same time. He couldn’t go home if he looked like… like that every time he touched the ground.

He curled up on the tree branch again and tried not to think of much of anything.

Before long, though, he finished sulking.

He probably could have continued sulking for days; he felt like he had a lot to sulk about, overall, and he hadn’t felt any of the usual bodily needs, beyond sleep. That should have concerned him, he felt, but honestly he had bigger problems to deal with than not being hungry. No. What had brought him out of his sulk was boredom. Sitting on a tree branch trying not to cry was boring.

He could shapeshift. He could shapeshift. And, thus far, he hadn’t really explored how much he could shapeshift. He hadn’t experimented.

First order of business. Did he really lose control every time he touched the ground? Did he turn into the same thing each time?

He climbed back down.

Danny’s ears became long and floppy, like a rabbit’s. Brown-black feathers poured from his shoulders, pricking their way down his arms, his clothing shifting to accommodate them. Things close to him became sharper, while things further away grew blurry.

He went back up, but only a little ways before touching the ground again.

His nails grew sharp, and his spine extended itself into a fluffy tail. It didn’t seem to match the character of a cat’s tail, but the scales growing over the backs of his hands were more alarming to him.

He went back up and wrestled his appearance back into behaving. Three for three seemed like certainty enough for now. He didn’t want to do that again any time soon.

But there were other things he had to try. He could be human on purpose. He had been a forest cat by instinct. Could he purposefully take the shape of other animals?

The answer, after a few hours of trial and error, seemed to be yes. He’d tested forest cats, house cats, leopards, lynxes, squirrels, chipmunks, rats, mice, polecats, ferrets, and any other mammal he thought could balance on a branch.

He could be them. He could be any of them.

Well. Almost. Lions seemed to be beyond him, as well as a few other creatures from the distant plains and deserts of the east and south. He was unsure if location had something to do with it, or if the limit was more because he’d never seen any of those things before, whereas he’d seen at least dead versions of all the animals he could become.

It was good to know. Not just because the experiments had distracted him from his ongoing crisis, but because he was much more confident about leaping from tree to tree as a forest cat than he was as a human. Staying in one tree forever, afraid of the ground, was unlikely to be good for his sanity, such as it was.

Danny had lots of time to push himself to his limits in other ways, though. For example, how fast could he shapeshift? How many times in a row could he change himself? Would he get tired? Were there sizes he couldn’t take? Could he change himself only partially, like he did reflexively on the ground?

It was fascinating.

It was terrifying.

It was so very, very lonely.

Tucker found him. More accurately, he found Tucker. The order didn’t really matter, though. What mattered was that he wasn't alone anymore.

Although, over the past week or so, he'd come to realize that, perhaps, he wasn’t as alone as he’d initially believed. The woods hummed and pulsed under his senses, alive and intelligent in ways Danny struggled to quantify. But… even if there were people in the woods, the woods was not, precisely, a person. He needed someone. He needed people. He needed friends.

No, Tucker couldn’t live full-time in the woods, even with whatever weird limbo his apprenticeship had been thrown into. Danny didn’t expect that from him. But he was there and he knew Danny was there.

And Sam was coming. Maybe. Somehow. At least, she wanted to come, but Danny couldn’t imagine how that would work. From the perspective of everyone but him and Tucker, last time she’d been in the woods, she’d disappeared, and she was a princess. If Danny were the king and queen, he wouldn’t let her go back any time soon.

But, Sam’s possible house arrest aside, she was sending letters with Tucker.

“How are you still meeting with her, anyway?” asked Danny, flexing his toes on the branch he was perched on. He was mostly human right now, but he thought he might be channelling something into his feet to make them grip better. “The pages have to be recovered by now. No one’s sick for that long unless they’re dying.”

Tucker shrugged. “It’s confusing to me, too. She’s renting me from the guilds, somehow. Something about me saving her life when we vanished, and now I’m like… I don’t know. She cited a lot of old law, but I don’t think there’s actually precedent for a common man being a princess’s boon companion, no matter how many times he saved her life.” He rubbed his hands on his pants. “I think a lot of people are really unhappy about it, actually.”

“Are you… safe?” asked Danny, concerned. “I know you said people were watching you and asking a lot of questions, last time, but they aren’t, like, threatening you, are they?” He’d heard the courts and high society could be cutthroat, although, to be honest, so could the guilds and the little communities that sprung up in churches and neighborhoods.

“No, no,” said Tucker. “I think Sam’s the most likely to commit murder out of anyone there.”

“Tucker, knights are literally professional killers. That’s what they do.”

“Haha. Yeah. But, seriously, I don’t think any of them would risk it. Sam can do histrionic really well, and they can’t kill her.”

“Mm,” hummed Danny. “Well, if you ever need to run away to the woods, I’m here.”

“Speaking of which, where are you,” Tucker hesitated, “living? Because I’m not an outdoors sort of person, most of the time, but I do know that the seasons can change fast.”

Danny didn’t need to eat, as far as he could tell, and so far exposure hadn’t hurt him, but he appreciated Tucker’s point. “Lucky for me,” he said, “I am an outdoors sort of person. At least, my parents wanted me to be.” He’d gotten a lot of ‘Ranger training’ from them, and it hadn’t all been about killing things.

He shuddered. He was one of those things, now, the awareness of that fact an acute ache somewhere under his heart. There was a reason he had not called out to them from where he hid in the trees, and possibly never would.

“I found some ruins that look… acceptable,” he continued. “I haven’t decided how I’m going to make them, um. Not awful. Roofs and doors chinking and all of that.”

Tucker raised an eyebrow. “Livable?”

“Yeah, that,” said Danny.

He’d been reluctant to touch the ground long enough to examine the place closely, at first. Or even to go into it. If the ground did so much to him, what would worked wood and stone do to him?

But he wanted to know, and the only way to find out was to experiment.

It felt different. Not like the trees, not like the ground. Still part of the woods, but in a different way. Not dead, not cut off, still humming with that something that everything that was even a little of the woods had, but… different. Waiting. Abandoned. Bereft. Orbate. But fulfilling a purpose nonetheless.

It was strange to feel so much and know so little.

Walking on a surface worked by human hands didn’t undo him quite so much as the forest floor had, but it didn’t support him like the trees did. The structure welcomed him - To shelter was its purpose. But it needed the labor of an intelligent mind to make it whole. It was easier to be human-like within it, but he still lacked control.

At least… Those were the conclusions he’d come to after thinking about it for a long time.

“Do you think you might be in the market for felt scraps?”

“Huh?”

“I’m technically still an apprentice, so I’ve got room and board at my master’s house. No one likes to waste things, but there’s always scraps from cutting, or wool that’s the wrong grade, or stuff that gets stuck in the fulling mill and torn up, or stuff that, um, doesn’t wash up properly, after scouring. You know. That kind of thing. No one guards the scrap pile.” He shrugged.

“Doesn’t scouring, uh,” started Danny.

“Involve a large amount of human pee? Yes. Yes, it does. Guess which part apprentices have to do, and you’ll know why so many of us jumped at substituting for the pages. I’ll try to pick those bits out, if you want.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. Alchemy has a lot of that kind of thing, too. I’ve smelled way worse things.” He paused. “Actually, so have you. Do you remember–”

“Don’t. Don’t remind me of the crimes your parents subjected my poor, innocent, baby nose to.”

“Ah,” said Danny, reminiscing, “I remember those powerful odors. The stinks strong enough to grow hair on your chest.”

“You’ve never had hair on your chest,” said Tucker.

Danny thought about that question for a moment, then smiled slyly. He pulled his shirt off, revealing a chest full of thick, curly fur.

“Well, at least I know you aren’t angsting about the shapeshifting part anymore,” said Tucker, who looked a little grossed out. “Hey, what would happen if I cut off part of that? Would it disappear if you changed back or would it stay? Would you be missing something when you turned back?”

“Good questions,” said Danny. “Wanna find out?”

“Sure,” said Tucker, pulling a pair of formidable scissors from his pocket. “Where can I cut it?”

Danny eyed the scissors. “And you made fun of me for my fertilizer.”

“I didn’t,” said Tucker. “Well… maybe a little. But if you get your sleeve caught in the machinery once… Or see it happen to someone.” He shuddered and shook his head. “Man, Nathan was lucky. He only lost a hand. And, you know, after everything that happened, I thought it might be good to carry some kind of defense.”

“That makes sense,” agreed Danny. Those scissors were almost dagger-like. “Let me come down to you.”

He jumped across a few branches and found a fallen log to balance on. It wasn’t the same as the trees, but at this stage of decay, it also wasn’t the same as the ground. He kept a grip on his shape.

“Alright,” said Tucker. “Can I just–?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” said Danny.

Tucker clipped off a long curl of black… wool? Was it wool, even though it came from Danny?

Danny jumped back into the tree, with only a bit of an assist from cat-like legs, and turned back. “Well?” he asked.

“It’s still here!” said Tucker. “How do you feel?”

Danny rubbed his hands over his chest. “Fine? There’s nothing missing.”

“Weird,” said Tucker.

“Yeah,” agreed Danny. “Where did it come from? Maybe… What do you think would happen if we cut off a whole lot?”

Tucker squinted up at him. “Do you want me to, like, shear you? That’s not a thing I usually do.”

“No,” said Danny. “Maybe. Would that be weird?”

“I’m holding a bit of wool that you grew. This is already weird.”

“Fair.”

“I’d like to have something I could put it all in, though.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I’d hate to waste it. This isn’t bad, whatever it is.”

Danny squinted back at Tucker. “Using it is a bit… I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“It’s not like I’d do anything bad with it. Maybe we could give some to Sam. She’s the one who wants to study magic and stuff.”

“Now that would be weird.”

“Yeah, you’re right… She is a girl.”

“Mhm.” Danny picked at the bark on the tree. There was an irritating worm crawling underneath it.

“You still want me to shave you, don’t you,” said Tucker, intonation a bit flat, as if he were holding back laughter. “What if– What if you turn into a sheep?”

Danny considered that proposal. “Yeah,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

“So,” said Tucker, sitting next to a pile of dark wool. “How do you feel?”

Danny thought about it. “Hungry,” he said, finally.

“Huh. Maybe all this came from your stomach.”

“I mean, technically it has to come from a sheep’s stomach, usually, right?”

“I guess, ultimately, yeah,” said Tucker. “That makes sense.”

“Do you have any food?”

“I do not.”

That was too bad. Danny let his head lay back against the tree. “I think I would like the felt scraps.”

“Cool,” said Tucker. “I’ll figure out how to bring them.”

Danny’s curiosity had overwhelmed his caution on at least one front at the end of the third week.

On occasion, when touching the ground, he got feathers and scales, which would seem to indicate he had the ability to shift into birds and lizards, or perhaps even fish. The idea of flying was tempting. The idea of falling out of the sky upon losing control of his form was less so. Furthermore, he’d stuck to mammals so far.

It was time to, heh, branch out.

He’d have to remember that one when Tucker came by next. He always made such faces at Danny’s jokes.

But, seriously, it was time. He wasn’t writing his findings down (for shame) but he was running out of things to try to shift into. If things kept up like this, he’d have to think about his Situation, and no one wanted that.

Small steps, though. One variable at a time. First, lizards didn’t fly, so…

When he was satisfied that he could be a whole variety of lizards, Danny moved on to the next problem. Birds. He could, it turned out, be them, too, any variety, size, or color he wanted, so long as it was a natural one.

Which left flying.

For this, Danny borrowed the form of a bat.

He’d been a bat only briefly while running through his mental catalog of mammals, and he hadn’t liked it. Some animals had senses that were too far off his baseline to be comfortable to him.

Actually, most of the birds and lizards were like that for him as well, at least a little. Mammals were just… closer, he supposed.

But, anyway, bats. He was a bat, now. Bats could fly. In theory. If he was a bat, he could fly. In theory.

He spread his wings and launched himself off the branch.

He immediately crashed.

Flying would take some practice.

A week later, Danny caught a glimpse of Tucker through the trees, followed by a hooded figure. Suspicious, he let himself shift smoothly into a small cat and followed them through the trees, watching, listening. They weren’t talking to one another, and Danny didn’t know if he should consider that to be a bad sign. Would Tucker be chatty with a kidnapper? Quiet with a friend?

And… was it just him, or did Tucker’s companion smell familiar? But who would smell familiar, except for…

Excited, he bounded ahead of Tucker and jumped down onto a still-living stump that was starting to send up shoots. “Tucker!” he exclaimed, turning human. “Sam!”

Sam pushed her hood back. “Gods above, it’s really you,” she said. “If it wasn’t for Tucker, I’d have thought for sure that you had been killed.”

“Wait, really?” said Danny, lowering his arms. “Why?”

Sam pursed her lips, her whole face going sour with them. “Because everyone seemed so intent on assuring me that the ‘monster’ who had ‘taken’ me was killed. I suspect they found some poor cat that bore a passing resemblance to you.” She shook her head. “But you’re fine?”

Danny nodded. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt or anything, at least.”

Sam’s shoulders slumped. “Well, that’s good. I can’t imagine it’s been easy, though.”

“It… hasn’t been hard.” Except emotionally. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud. “Mostly, I’ve just been hanging out and avoiding people.”

“I’m sorry,” said Sam.

Danny shrugged, uncomfortable. “I don’t blame you, or anything.” Sam still looked like she blamed herself, though, so he decided to change tactics. “Do you want to see my house?”

“Sure,” said Sam.

“Oh,” said Sam, her eyes glittering at the sight of Danny’s ruin. “How did you find this?” She began to trace her fingers over the individual stones.

“I don’t know. I just did.”

“The laying pattern…” She turned and walked a few feet away. “The courtyard placement and pattern suggests a connection to the ancient culture of Aragona. Did you recover any artifacts from the area? Pottery, beads, jewelry, books?”

“Uh,” said Danny, who was still sitting on a nearby branch. He briefly contemplated manifesting a tail so he could swish it in agitation. “No.”

“That’s too bad,” said Sam. “But maybe… Yes. Yes!” She ran back up to him and grabbed his wrist. “Let’s look for– Oh.”

She had pulled him off the branch, and, as always, he had changed as soon as he hit the ground. He reached up to touch his forehead. “It hasn’t given me horns before,” he said.

“Oh,” repeated Sam. “Tucker had told me, but I hadn’t…” She trailed off, fingers pressed to her lips. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” said Danny. “It’s just weird.”

“Can you,” started Sam, briefly reaching towards his face with her free hand. “Would you tell me what it’s like? How it works? Explain it?”

“Yes,” said Danny, “but could I go back up, first? The trees make it easier.”

“So,” said Sam, “you can change into any animal?”

“Almost any animal,” corrected Danny, fiddling with a pine cone. He wasn’t hungry at the moment, but picking out the seeds was something to do. “I tried a few that didn’t work. I think it’s because they’re either too big, or I haven’t seen them before. Maybe both? I don’t know yet.”

“What’s the biggest animal you’ve ever seen?” asked Sam.

“I don’t know,” said Danny. “A cow?”

“Then try turning into a cow.”

“I can’t,” said Danny, “not in a tree.”

“Oh, yeah. How about a bear?”

“I’ve never actually seen a bear.”

“How,” said Tucker, “have you never seen a bear? I’ve seen a bear. I’ve even seen a bear this month while coming to visit you! It was far away, sure, but still…”

“Well, try turning into one anyway,” suggested Sam. “A small one, maybe. A black bear. Maybe a cub.”

“Alright,” said Danny, trying to imagine what a black bear cub would look like. There was an image there, as if seen through the leaves, of a fuzzy, black animal that walked on all fours. Danny knew that this was the same bear Tucker had seen, although he couldn’t say how. It was followed by a smaller bear, and it was this that Danny focused on.

When he opened his eyes, he was a bear.

Being a bear was surprisingly similar to being a human, overall, but he didn’t hold the form for long. After all, bears couldn’t talk. “Huh,” he said. “That was weird.”

“Weirder than any other shapeshifting?” asked Tucker.

“I don’t know,” said Danny. “I think I’ll have to revise my theory. Maybe I can only change into things that live here?”

“I could get you a bestiary,” said Sam. “We can look through it for things you haven’t seen but live in the area.”

Danny nodded slowly. “That sounds nice,” he said.

“Good,” said Sam. “Now, how about plants?”

“What about them?”

“Have you tried to turn into them yet?”

“Uh,” said Danny, “no. It’s just animals.”

“And your clothes.”

“What?”

“Your shapeshifting seems to include your clothing, so it’s not just animals.”

“I… suppose? But a shirt disappearing is different from turning into a plant.”

“So, you haven’t tried it.”

“No,” said Danny.

“How do you know you can’t if you haven’t tried?”

“Uh,” said Tucker, “maybe you shouldn’t. We know what happened last time we poked around with weird magical stuff near a ruin.”

“That’s different.”

“It’s literally the same thing.”

“It’s fine, Tucker,” said Danny. “It’s… not actually a bad idea.”

“Well, if you get stuck as a tree, I’ll be able to say I told you so.”

“I’m not going to do my whole body all at once,” said Danny, offended. “It’s like flying. You have to go a little bit at a time.”

“Wait, back up, you can fly? Since when?”

“Since I can shapeshift into birds?”

“And you managed that by shapeshifting a little at a time?”

“No, I turned into a bat.”

Sam raised a finger to her lip, then pointed it at him. “I think you and I are having two very different conversations, but I can wait to sort that out. Can you do a carnivorous plant? Or maybe black roses?”

“Uh,” said Danny. “Can plants be carnivorous? I thought that was some myth my parents came across.”

“Yeah, let’s not have Danny turn into some legendary evil plant thing.”

“No,” said Sam. “I’ve seen them. There are a few types that grow near the southern border, and they’re fascinating.”

Danny knew exactly what she was talking about. Could almost visualize them, in the same way as the bear. He really would have to look into that.

“I bet. But I think I might start with something more… local.” He looked around and spotted a wildflower that had sprung up in one of his footprints. Not for the first time, he traced his walking path with some bemusement. It was a good thing he kept to the branches for the most part. He’d be very easy to track.

But that was neither here nor there. He leaned forward and plucked the flower. It wasn’t particularly happy about being picked, but the plant it came from wasn’t really upset about it, either. It had enough energy for more.

“I was thinking something like this.”

Sam reached out and touched the soft, white petals. “Alright,” she said. “I’m still trying to imagine what that will look like.”

“Me, too,” admitted Danny. “But I think I have some idea…” He trailed off, focusing. His skin started to turn green. It was still too pale and pink to match the flower’s stem, but it was a close thing. Then, from the green, grew small white ovals. They weren’t quite arranged like petals on his skin, but were spaced out more like hairs.

He stopped and put down the flower.

“Wow,” said Sam. “That’s… I didn’t expect that. Can I…?” She reached out towards him. Danny reached back, putting his palm flat against hers. A couple of leaves grew adventurously from his forearm. “Wow. That does not feel like I expected it to. Is this… comfortable for you? It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No,” said Danny, “I don’t know if I’d call it comfortable, though.” He could feel all the changes on his skin, of course, but there were also changes deeper down. Plants did not think like animals did, and even though there was a significant gap between human thought and animal thought, this one was… larger. Much larger.

“Welp!” said Tucker, loudly, “that’s sure a thing you can do! Can we skip the becoming a tree part?”

“Oh, yeah,” said Danny. “I don’t even know if I can do that. I’d have to touch the ground for it, and that doesn’t really… I can’t control it, when I do that.”

“Hm,” said Sam, “You could try becoming a moss, or a mistletoe? They’re both parasitic.”

“Yeah,” said Danny, “that’s a good idea.”

“Or we could not.”

“Where’s your spirit of adventure, Tucker?” asked Sam.

“I’ll have you know, I’ve strongly considered becoming an anchorite, so that should tell you something about my spirit of adventure.”

“Yes,” said Sam, “but you’re here with us, now, aren’t you?”

“I sure am,” said Tucker. “But at what cost?”

“Well,” said Danny, holding up a hand and starting to count off fingers, “your peace of mind, my humanity, your apprenticeship - but you didn’t really care about that–”

“Fine, fine,” said Tucker. “Just, again, note that I objected.”

Danny climbed up into the higher branches of the nearby tree. He usually saw mistletoe higher up, and if he did get stuck as mistletoe, he’d like to be relatively successful, healthy mistletoe, thank you very much.

He closed his eyes and thought mistletoe thoughts.

Alright. Being mistletoe was… calming? Sort of? He was certainly connected more intimately like this, but it was time to stop.

“Oh gods above,” said Sam, “I thought we had lost you.”

Danny blinked up at the sky.

“Is it… darker?” he asked.

“If that’s you asking if the sun is going down, then yes,” said Tucker. “You were a plant for a while there.”

“Oops,” said Danny, still blinking slowly. “I think… I shouldn’t do that again soon.”

“We were thinking about pulling you off and seeing if hitting the ground would help you, but…” Sam shrugged.

“Is that shrug because you guys can’t climb or because you were worried it would hurt me?” asked Danny.

“Mostly because we can’t climb,” admitted Tucker, scratching the side of his neck. “You’re pretty far up there.”

“Right,” said Danny, climbing down. “Sorry.”

“I actually need to go,” said Sam. “Our excuse isn’t going to hold up much longer.”

“If it even held up this long,” said Tucker.

“Right,” said Danny, just slightly more morosely.

“Don’t worry,” said Sam, “we’ll be back. I’ll find a way. Even if I have to make one.” Despite not containing all that much information, the last sentence contained sufficient violence for Danny to nod appreciatively.

“As long as her way doesn’t get me killed, I’ll be back, too.”

Danny smiled. “Thanks,” he said. And… next time, I’ll try to meet you at the edge of the woods. So you aren’t eaten by bears.”

“I see what you’re trying to do, but I think it’s much sadder that you hadn’t ever seen one until you turned yourself into one.”

“He’s right,” said Sam, “even I’ve seen a bear.”

Danny puffed out his cheeks. “Fine. I’m still coming to pick you up, next time.”

It was harder to hide in the trees with the leaves starting to fall. That didn’t stop Danny, though.

“Hey,” he whisper-hissed at Sam and Tucker. He was experimenting with fangs today, and flashed them when they jumped to turn and look at him. “What’s up? Other than me of course.”

“I think… we might need your help,” said Sam.

“Maybe,” said Tucker, “we don’t really know what happened, so…” He shrugged.

Danny blinked and lowered himself to the next branch down, the better to hear them. “I’ll do my best,” he said, “but I don’t know how much I can do stuck here in the woods.”

“It’s because you’re in the woods that you can help. Do you remember the grain tax reform last year?”

“Sure,” said Danny. “It was a big thing.” Lots of people had acted like it was the end of the world, but honestly, storing more of the harvest in case of famine was only wise. “The new royal granaries and all that. My parents actually took me to see the one near here.” There had been something about the land it had been built on.

“It’s been stolen,” said Sam.

“Like… someone’s been skimming? Taking the grain, then reselling it?”

Tucker shook his head. “No. I actually saw it, when Sam and the king went to inspect the Caspera City granary last week. It was full. But then, yesterday…”

“The whole building was gone,” said Sam. “Like it had been scooped out of the ground. And… And in the hole were trees, reaching up.”

“Like the woods,” said Danny.

“Exactly.” Sam walked closer to his tree, and he shifted so as to keep her at a reasonable angle. “We think something from in there might have taken it.”

“Something that we woke up,” said Danny.

“Maybe,” stressed Tucker. Danny waved him off.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Just look for it,” said Sam. “Keep an eye out. I’m not expecting you to bring it back or fight whatever took it. It’d have to be some kind of giant, or worse. But… look. And if you find it, let us know.” She sighed. “We’re keeping it quiet, for now, but it’s going to get out, and we don’t need people panicking and recreating the Great Famine while the crops are still coming in just fine. Mud pies should not be a literal term.”

“And keep an open mind!” cautioned Tucker. “If you see, I don’t know, a giant grain monster, maybe that grain is ours!”

“Giant grain monster?” repeated Danny.

“You don’t know, it could happen.”

“You’re right,” said Danny, crossing his arms and grinning at Tucker. “I don’t know.”

“A giant grain monster is on the same level of weirdness as a tiny flower boy, but you don’t see us complaining about that.”

“Touche. You didn’t have to call me short.”

“But you are.”

“You kind of are.”

“You two are horrible.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023

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northseasummerwind · 2 years

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The Last Free

The cheated villagers had nowhere to vent their anger, and they drove Jack and his son out of town, stripped of the only gold ring. Her mother took him away from the village, "Maybe I can make money in the city," was her mother's hope for the future. But the truth is always cruel, six months have passed, their life is more difficult, the mother will take Jack to pick up outside water bottles during the day, the money sold only enough to eat bread to fill their hunger. Today is Jack's birthday, he wants to eat a burger. It was not an excessive request, but he did not want to ask his mother. His mother was already tired, and he didn't want to stress her out. Looking at Jack, who took three steps back, his mother's heart felt very bad. She stroked Jack's head and dragged him home. Neither mother nor son spoke on the way. The mother fumbled with the few coins left in her pocket, calculating something. Jack was nestled in the damp little awning, the most chaotic neighborhood in the city, smelling strange everywhere. He looked out at the completely darkened sky, and the light rain made his heart feel inexplicably irritable. Just a moment ago, his mother said she had to go out for something. Jack was wondering, his mother had said many times not to go out at night. Yet this time, in such a chaotic place, his mother left Jack home alone. Listening to the sound of rain, Jack gradually drifted off to sleep. "PENG", a gunshot woke Jack up instantly. He ran out of the awning and his heart plummeted as if he had met the most terrifying thing in the world. His mother was curled up unclothed on the ground, one arm crushed beneath her, the other dangling helplessly to the ground. Jack rushed over numbly. He picked up his mother. His mother was almost powerless to open her eyes. Only the wrapping paper was clutched tightly in her hand. It was still warm, and Jack knew it was a burger, but he didn't care. There was not a dry spot on his mother's entire body, except for the burger. The mother, as if with her last strength, touched Jack's mouth, but eventually her hand dropped. Let the rain lap Jack, he did not move, did not cry, he was in a daze. The burger gradually softened under the rain lapping. Jack also do not know how he opened the wrapper, and how to chew the food. But he knew it was not free to get, it was his mother's life to get. After eating the burger, Jack also reacted, from the initial sobbing to loud cries, Jack could not control himself, he just felt he was tired, tired to sleep again. He didn't dream, but this time whose somehow smelled sweeter than ever, maybe he knew it was the last time he would snuggle up to his mother. The sound of sirens and the noise of the crowd woke Jack. He opened his eyes in a daze and the sun came out. The sun was warming him up. He and his mother did not rob, did not steal, all the things they took the money to sell scrap for, he did not understand why God was so to him. But he knows that he originally had something free and most valuable. But now he was lost.

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forget her

loki x reader

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you stared at the mirror. upon hearing that the princess of asgard had been established once again, servants and maids poured into your sector of the palace, many coming into loki’s chambers and dusting, cleaning and taking out garments for you to wear after they bathed you.

you waved a hand and the armor disappeared, your body bare as you walked to the steaming gold bathtub. you let yourself sink in the water, the water burning you through and through, but it was the only feeling that could wake you up. you hissed as the servants began to scrub your skin raw. tears fell, but they passed them off as the pain of the scrubbing, but you knew that deep down, it didn’t feel the same to be alone without him.

two weeks later…

loki’s chambers became yours. although nothing changed at all since you had left, it felt like home again, with the obvious of course.

when you got married, you had bathed in loki’s colors, but you as a god had remained with blue as your signature color. only when his wife and lover did you don the emerald green and rich gold.

now you sat in the bed you two had once shared. it seemed like an awful parallel; to be both in the same place but at different times.

you were at asgard for the first time in a century, yet loki was lost to you all, floating somewhere, afraid to come home.

thor had recounted the events with you, discussing why he was trying to bring loki back to asgard rather than let him be imprisoned on midgard. you felt your heart drop when you realized that loki didn’t disappear because he wanted to, but because he felt he had to.

you called out to him, knowing that there was a bond, but afraid of how you left things so long ago, you refused to even try to contact him.

“loki, my darling….” you spoke out into the night sky of asgard, “come home to me..” you whispered, finally, closing your eyes to a dreamless sleep.

you woke up with a heavy start, your eye lids refused to open but with a loud cry you opened them fully.

you threw on a robe and a ran down to where the scream had come from. you nearly slipped on the marble floor of the palace as you saw frigga pull away from the most enchanting creature you had ever seen.

only now was he battered, bruised and bleeding, leaning on the arm of his brother was loki himself. he looked at you with a feeling you couldn’t describe but you knew it was some sort of relief.

you walked to him, and he left thor’s arm to walk into your embrace.

you grabbed him, holding tightly as he threatened to fall over. “my love..” he whispered, “my love, my love, my love..” over and over again, you brushed his hair back gently, knowing how much you wanted to drag him to the healers, but also how much you needed this moment.

a hundred years without your love.

he didn’t dare cry in front of his family, in front of odin who had caused this entire mess. you grabbed him as best as you could, gently leading him away to your chambers so the healers could attend him.

the way there was silent, you both held it until the door closed and loki flopped, though painfully, onto the bed.

“im so sorry.” you said first, breaking the silence and letting yourself bow to him, your head looking at the floor.

“why?” loki winced as he sat up, looking at you, “please get up darling. my queen doesn’t deserve to be on the floor like that.” he whispered, watching you rise with tears on your face.

“i was not stable when i left. the things i said, i regretted it every day..” you sniffled, sitting close to him on the bed.

loki pulled you in close, “my love, i have forgiven you for years. all i ever wanted was for you to return to me.”

you cried as loki’s fingers lingered on your neck.

“i heard you.” he spoke, “to be honest i have no idea where i was but.. i heard your prayers.” loki brushed your tears away as he looked into your eyes, a smile creeping onto his face.

“i came home immediately, calling heimdall for my return. and look at me now, in pieces but i returned to my love.”

you nodded, not knowing what to say. you kissed him, tasting the copper of his blood, the salt of your tears, all mixed into one kiss.

“may i call in the healers so you do stay in one piece?” you chuckled and loki nodded, “only if you stay by my side.”

you kissed him again, “of course!”

calling the healers in, you let loki rest his head in your lap and the healers stripped him to examine the multiple injuries that he had gotten. he pointed to his face and shoved any healer away, “do not touch my face. i cannot afford to have a scar with a beautiful lady as her as my wife. it’s not fair to her!” he was completely serious in this but you laughed.

“don’t be incredulous! scars are so very attractive to me…” you looked down at your hands, “mind you, i have some scars of my own.” and loki laughed, “i wouldn’t want to outshine your scars with my own, yours are stories to tell. mine are just stupid mistakes.”

you raised an eyebrow, “i guess we’re finally on the same page now.”

loki gave a small smile as he fought to not wince at the pain in his abdomen.

“my love..” he intwined his fingers into yours, kissing your hand as the healers wrapped his abdomen in gauze.

#marvel x reader #marvel imagine #avengers x fem!reader #avengers x reader #loki angst #loki disney+#loki x y/n #loki and reader #loki x reader #loki imagine #avengers imagine

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I AM ONCE AGAIN SORRY

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Part 9

When Zemo got to the bar, there was no one there. He had gone inside looking for you, had asked all the staff when he couldn't see you there. He began to panic when they told him you had left a while ago.

Rushing back outside, he looked left and right rapidly. He saw no one. He got back into his car and drove. He would drive all night if he had to. He just had to find you.

He kept trying to call you, but you wouldn't pick up. At some point you turned your phone off, which just made him worry all the more.

Pietro Maximoff.

He hadn't heard that name in years. What happened back then had always hung over him like a dark cloud, but it had been so long since anyone had ever said that name to him.

He had to explain. You needed to know what happened. If Zemo lost you, what would be the point? How could he race without his lucky charm? He couldn't let this get between you both.

He felt horrible lying to you. There was so much he hadn't told you, but he had never wanted you to find out like this. He should have been honest from the start.

Zemo could only imagine what you were thinking. What must you think of him now?

How long had been driving? He had no idea. He hadn't found you yet. It was becoming harder and harder to keep up his facade. He wanted to yell, scream, punch something.

Everything was falling apart.

The only place he hadn't checked was home. He had no idea how you would have got there, the walk being too far, but it's all he had left.

He makes the drive back.

His grip on the steering wheel was tight. He was full of worry, anger, regret.

He pulls up to the house, but all the lights are off and there is no sign of life. He has the key for the door, there's no way you have got in. He looks down the path to the garage, it looks undisturbed. The garage is locked up tight.

You're not here.

His phone rings.

Zemo scrambles for the device, nearly dropping it from how bad his hands had begun to shake. He looks at the screen, but is left disappointed. It's not you.

James Barnes

He answers it.

"Whatever it is better be important. I have urgent business to attend to." Zemo is surprised by how level he can keep his voice right now.

"I'd say this is important."

"Well, what is it?"

"I bumped into Y/N on my way home. It's only because of Sam I was able to recognize them."

"Where are they?" He asks, almost urgently.

"On the last train home for the night. Zemo, what the Hell happened? They were hysterically upset. I swear I'll kick your ass if you did something stupid."

"It wasn't something I did. Were they alone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Y/N had gone to meet someone. A wicked young woman who I may run over if I see her," he hisses down the phone.

"I didn't see anyone else."

"I have to go."

Zemo hangs up. He has to go to you, but first, he has to meet with Stark. The only way that nasty little woman could have known about that incident is if Stark had told her.

Tony Stark had been there that day.

Zemo gets into his car and he drives. He drives like a man on a mission. He doesn't care how late it is, Tony Stark will see him tonight.

If Zemo loses you, he will never forgive himself. He will never forgive Tony Stark.

He will never race again.

The lights are on at Stark's homebase. Zemo spends a few minutes parked outside looking at the window. The curtains were drawn, but movement could be seen vaguely behind them.

He gets out and marches up to the door. He knocks harshly.

In the seconds before the opening of the door, many thoughts flashed through Zemo's mind. He had no idea what would happen here tonight, all he did know was that Tony Stark was a cruel man who wanted to ruin everything good in his life.

Zemo had been beyond lucky they even let him race again after what happened.

The door opens. Stark stands there.

The way he looks at Zemo, it pisses him off. He stands with his chin up, head held high, looking down at Zemo. He knows why the Baron is here. He had anticipated his visit.

"What a surprise," Tony says, no emotion to his voice.

"What have you done?'

"What I had to." Tony walks away, leaving the door open. He walks over to his alcohol cabinet and pours himself a drink. Zemo steps inside, glaring daggers at the man. His hands clenched into fists as he grinds his jaw.

"That was six years ago."

"It still happened."

"You know it wasn't my fault."

Tony stands, drink in hand, looking at his rival. Here was a man who had been broken once before, and stands broken again. Stark did you a favour. Zemo wouldn't be here now if you had gone back to him after that, so he can only assume you left.

"You are the reason that kid is dead. Everyone knows it."

Zemo shakes his head.

"You are the reason people see me as a murderer. I did nothing to you. That, out there, is competition. We play the game by the rules and we play fair. At least, we're suppose to. I do not like your dirty tricks, Stark."

Tony doesn't move. He stands there, still.

"I was lucky they even let me race again, but even luckier when Y/N came into my life. You are taking away everything I hold dear, piece by piece. You are ruining me."

"You ruined yourself when you took up racing," Tony says, coldly.

"You just can't let it go, can you? You don't like that I am better than you."

Tony doesn't reply.

Zemo takes slow, careful steps toward Tony. His eyes, glazed with tears, do not look away from his gaze. He only stops when he is directly in front of him.

"If I lose Y/N, you will never hear the end of this. You're cruelty knows no bounds, Stark. I fell so very sorry for Miss Potts. How can she be so fond of a man like you who turns careers and flaunts around with other women. Does your little bird know you are a heartless bastard?"

"You don't scare me, Zemo."

"Not yet, I don't."

Zemo grabs the glass from Stark's hand, throws it at the wall behind him, and then marches away.

He has to see you.

By the time he reaches your town, it's about one on the morning. Though there is the chance you're sleeping, he is here and he will takes his chances.

He knocks on your door.

There are no sounds, no sign of movement, but there is a light which he can see under your door.

You're home.

"Y/N." His accent is heavier than usual, wavered by emotion. He leans up against the door, ear pressed against it.

You're there.

He knows you're there, listening.

"I'm sorry," he says, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about me. Pietro Maximoff died in a terrible accident. His car malfunctioned. It was an accident that turned into a case because someone decided to ruin my career."

He waited, wanted to see if you would say anything.

You didn't.

"I have raced before. I won on my first race. I won again, the second. A racing star, they called me. That was the first time Tony Stark had lost. Suddenly, he had competition. Real competition. Before, he would leave everyone in the dust, winning over and over again. Then I showed up. After my second win, he had my car checked. He was furious because it was legal. He assumed I had altered it against the rules because there was no way his cars would lose. Then that happened."

He hears you move. You're right behind the door.

"Pietro Maximoff was a crazy good driver. Apparently he was awed by me. I told him if he crossed the line that day, I would tutor him. We made a deal. However, his car malfunctioned after the third turn. He drove head first into the barrier, full speed. His car caught fire. He was alone. It took too long for the team to reach him. He died on impact, they say. He was dead whether they got to him or not."

He sighs, hand resting up against the door.

"I did not tamper with his car. I did not kill that boy. Tony Stark made them believe I did with no evidence to prove it. I was found not guilty of attempted murder, but I was disqualified from racing up until I finally made an appeal. This season is my first racing season in 6 years."

He waits.

He hears shuffling, but nothing else.

"You have to believe me. If I lose you too... i have nothing left."

Nothing.

You don't say anything. The door does not open. He steps back in defeat. He doesn't know what else he can do, what else he can say.

Except, "If you still hold feelings for me, then please be at the next race. If you come, I'll know you'll forgive me. I know you'll still love me. If you don't, then I will never bother you again. I'll know that I have ruined everything and I will live with that regret until the day I die."

He takes a deep breath and steps away further.

"I love you. I want you to know that. I love you."

You cry silently as you listen to him walk away. It's not until you're sure he has gone when you let your cries out.

On your coffee table sat your laptop. As soon as you got home, you had been researching what had happened that day.

There was no evidence.

Just articles and speculation.

The fact that you even believed for a moment he had killed a young man like that made you sick. How horrible of a person could you be?

Helmut deserved someone better than that.

He has spent so many years living with a tragic accident over him, and you hadn't even talked to him about it.

You felt awful.

You spent most of the night heartbroken. Sleep eventually paid you a visit, but it was hardly restful. You just woke up in pain.

Race day was coming fast.

What were you going to do?

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indecisive-basic-bitch · 3 years

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Just a little fanfic of Camilo play it cool of the fact that he now lives with Bruno after being scared of him by years.

English it's not my first language but enjoy,,❤️

Camilo knew he was being silly, there was nothing scary about Bruno, we wasn't even that tall like the stories his cousin and sister told them when he was younger, also the little memories he had of him was the weird looking uncle,always seem like he was running from something but as a kid he wasn't close to him at all, he never got any interpretation about his future but I didn't matters. When Bruno disappear Peppa made the sky an hurricane, Camilo never understand if she was mad or sad,maybe a combination of both.Dolores tell him in secret she could still hear him in the walls,was he a fucking ghost now?, Camilo didn't knew but that's when the nightmares started, he wasn't even getting used to being alone in room, he liked shared room with Maribel and his new room was too big for him being alone. Sometimes he went to Dolores room or his Mami room, some days we would even go back to his old room.With the pass of the years we would stopped going in to other rooms but the nightmares still going.

And now Bruno was living with them en la casita, no one looked scared, even Antonio welcome him like nothing, his mother was so happy her brother living with them, this made him feel like he was crazy ,everyone else would talk and spend time with Tío Bruno. If in one occasion Bruno wanted to talk to him he would only look busy.Bruno just thought he didn't like him but so many people didn't like him so it's wasn't such a surprise it's just was a little disappointed because he loved his family and wanted to him to get a along but we would forced.

Everything was under control,they have their dinámic in la casita until one night Camilo was having one of those nightmare, he was in the pueblo doing his habitual job everything was going fine but then he was there, Bruno, well not really Bruno more like que scary versión of him, the seven feet tall one, he grab him by his arms we try to run but his grip was to strong

-I know, I know your secrets Camilo-"Bruno" whispered and touch his faced that when we woke up,covered in sweat and tears among his face, he hit his face, that dream was fucking dumb, there was no reason to be scared but he was, and that feeling was kinda embarrassing.He clean his tears with his hand just to stand up a go to the kitchen, everyone was sleep at the moment and casita was completely dark but he didn't turn on the lights, we didn't want to wake up anyone, just walked and now more relaxed he served himself a glass of water. Then it happens there was Bruno is his door it felt like a dream again.

-Oh!Camilo what are you doing there?-He didn't answer immediately just take one deep breath.

-N-no what are you-u doing here?-His voice stutter and his aspect was not the best, his pijama wet for the sweat and his puffy eyes.Bruno noticed and got close to his nephew.

-Are you okey Camilo?

-GET AWAY RARO- He screamed, he saw how Bruno felt that.He didn't meant it but all he was seeing was scary Bruno.

-Camilo...-Bruno whispered, he took one step aside. A family member being that rude to him, he deserved but that still hit it.

Camilo in the other hand knew,knew he was being ridiculous and rude also an idiot, at the same time he wanted to run inside his room but his uncle was blocking the door.So he did something even more humiliating, he started to cry like a little kid who was scared of the storm only that he we scared and tired from the nightmares and his own paranoia.

Bruno tried to get close to him but he cried harder, his uncle was panicking, he lived in the walls for so long this human interaction wasn't easy.

-Milo, mi vida ¿Que te pasa?-There was Pepa, she hadn't seen her son cry at that level since he was eleven,as he didn't answer she went for him putting him between her arms and he hugged her back hiding his face.

-What did you do brother?-The sentence was full with anger and Bruno could felt the warm climate change into a cold one.Bruno didn't have the courage to say he didn't do anything even if it's was true.

-I was just taking a walk and I was passing through here-Bruno was giving her a weak explanation.

-Go to the point Bruno.-The thunders were visibles now,oh she was pissed, maybe he read the future of her son and was something awful, she was about to get into a beast mood,when the discussion between siblings was stopped by Camilo voice.

-Mami, he didn't do Anything -He was still hugging her and his face hide, Pepa pick up his chin to look at his eyes.

-Then what is wrong?-Bruno felt like he shouldn't be there at all in this moment but he stayed.

-Mami is dumb-His eyes had little tears and he was looking everything else but his mother face.

-Ay si, soo dumb, if it's so dumb why are you crying?-He tried to hide his face again, he felt stupid for the reason and also Bruno was right there and for a bonus tip, Dolores should would hear it, there was a moment of silence, he knew his mother wouldn't leave him alone until telling her.

-Im having those nightmares again, I can't sleep and, and...-He could finish the sentence, his mother was looking at him funny or more confused.

-Milo, you can see there is nothing to be scared-

-I know ma, but that doesn't make it go away-Pepa felt so guilty his son was scared of his uncle all because those stupid stories people said when Bruno disappear.

-Hermano, don't worry, im so sorry for thinking it was your fault, go to sleep you too please - That didn't make it feel better, he wasn't stupid, Camilo was scared of him and that ripped his heart, he leave to his room leaving mother and son alone.

When Bruno was far away Pepa pick up Camilo just like in the old times, Pepa wasn't strong but his son was a lightweight to be honest, that was weird to Camilo but he didn't fight this action, he just let her take him, but then they were passing his room and going to his parents, they had a gigantic bed and there was Felix completely sleep,Pepa lay him down in the bed next to his father and then she would enter in the bed too.

-Tengo quince años ma,I don't think I should be here-He was older not a little kid to be running to his mother.

-You would never be to older to be my bebe.-That makes him cringe even more for the moment but he was a mama boy.

-Im so sorry you have to hear those dumb stories since young mi amor,it's all our fault but tomorrow I will show you my love that there no reason to be scared of him.-She went back to hugging him and a few minutes later they were already sleep,no nightmares, in this weak the first completely night, but Pepa had to think how to make his teenager son no to be scared of his skinny and definitely not tall brother.

#Camilo madrigal #encanto bruno #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #dolores madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfic #maybe part two #camilo encanto

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moonlit-djarin · 4 years

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To Be Desired

Paring: Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: so much softness, a hint of injuries mentioned.

a/n: I took this quote and ran with it. Thanks to @forever-rogue for pushing me to actually write something! This is the first thing i’ve written in a long time, please be kind

Word Count: 2k

Stars, hide your fires:

Let not light see my black and deep desire:

- Shakespeare, Macbeth

The presence of another is hard to get used to after spending years alone.

The presence of another creates change. It disrupts the normal pattern of life. The body is on high alert, more aware. Fine tuned to notice any movement, even in its peripheral vision. Focusing on the foreign feeling of seeing a figure in its field of view, rather than what’s ahead. Each sound makes the body tense and examines its surroundings. As if there was danger nearby, even when there was only unspoken love. There’s a consciousness of the space around that wasn’t there before. Everything is too bright or too dark. Clean or dirty. There was an unspoken effort of achieving comfort. An unfamiliar sense of taking care of another. Even if it wasn’t asked or sought out for. The presence of another creates a heightened awareness of everything.

The biggest change?

Space was no longer so silent. No longer as cold. No longer as still.

No longer lonely.

The Mandalorians throat was dry. Trying to find something to say as the two of you sat in the cockpit in silence to your next locations. Something to fill the stillness while the endless sea of stars flew past. He couldn’t think of a single way to break the silence without feeling as if he had ruined the moment or disrupted the stillness. Yet, there was this desire, one that plagued his thoughts. The desire to get to know you. To know you with your armor off, your weapons forgotten. To know the true you.

You didn’t know what to say either. How to break the silence that was seemingly written so carefully in the stars. The desire was there too. The desire to know the man under the helmet. Under the weight of the Beskar. Without the weight of his given mission. To know the true Din Djarin.

The silence was comfortable but lingered. It was understood that Din wasn’t a Mandalorian of many words. Only speaking when necessary, or to check the whereabouts of the child. Maybe it was just a habit. So used to fending for your own lives, trying to survive alone that the more words left unspoken, the better. Even if the desire was there, it was too bright. Breaking silence wasn’t a well mastered skill for you or Din.

It had taken a long time for Din to get used sitting next to anyone in the cockpit. Let alone get used to someone calling him by name, his real name. Entrusting you with that was a big shift in the dynamic of the relationship. He was visibly less on guard after that. Allowing himself to relax while you sat in the cockpit with him, next to him on a mission or when he left the child with you when he would go eat.

“Mando, the child-”

“It’s Din”

“What?”

“My name is Din.”

“Din. I like that. The child- the child ate four of those frogs”

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the silence was broken. The child, who was now sitting on your lap, had made his way from his seat to you. Cooing and whining, his little hand reaching and leaning for the shiny gear knob fixed onto the dashboard of the Razor Crest. One that he routinely tried to play with and the one that Din routinely told him that it wasn’t his. Eventually giving into the creature and handing it to him.

Your hand went to reach for it absentmindedly but it met a gloved hand already there.

Both of you froze. Neither of you dared to look up at each other. This had never happened before. Sure, you had helped him patch up wounds when he was injured and vise versa. That was done out of necessity and trying to keep the other one awake. But this? This was different. This was out of a motive, the same motive. To care for the child. Not out of necessity of survival, but of comfort.

Before either of you could say anything. He removed his hand quickly and pressed a few buttons before it went back to resting awkwardly on his knee. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, as you unscrewed the ball and handed it to the child who giggled happily. Taking it in his hands and sitting back in your lap. Slowly exchanging a look long between both of you in the suddenly stiff silence.

“You should rest. We won’t be landing for another few hours or so” He said. Breaking the silence. It was the first thing he had said to you since the bounty had been encased in carbonite an hour prior. You went to respond but before you could he stood up, putting the ship in autopilot and leaving you and the child in the cockpit alone.

He couldn’t stand the silence anymore. At this moment, he was a coward. Unable to let go of the habit of hiding his heart behind his beskar. Leaving the room, even if his heart was pounding against his chest asking to be set free. He longed to hear you laugh, to hear you coo and play with the child. To hear you speak of anything but the bounty or the great task ahead of them. To hear you speak about the stars, the planets and places you’ve been, the ones you long to see.

His armor hit the floor with a weight, a long sigh drew from his lips. Releasing the tension in his shoulders. The job wasn’t easy. Especially when he was no longer alone. He was tired. He could handle being tired on his own. Maybe it was the fact that he was no longer alone that made him hyper aware of how tired he was. Did your arm feel the same pain he did when getting shot? Did you brush off your injuries as much as he does? Were you this tired? You had to be.

What would happen once his quest of delivering the child back to its own kind was over. Would you leave him too? The comfort he once found in the thought of loneliness was no longer there. The thought of returning to the way things had been before the child burned in his mind. He had never been this warm in his life. The ship was never this clean, or had as many amenities before the two of you had come along. Now, being on this ship alone felt wrong. His thoughts spiraled as his hands held the edge of his helmet.

He didn’t hear you enter the room. Carrying the dozing child, exhausted yourself. Your shoulders carried the same weight his did.

“Din are you okay?” Your voice pierced the silence. When he looked up you stood next to him looking at him concerned. Suddenly he felt so vulnerable being this close without his armor. His hand dropped from his helmet and straightened his back. Your eyes searched hopefully for his under the helmet.

“Of course, cyar'ika” He said, his voice low and full of exhaustion even the modulated helmet couldn't disguise. At this moment he was thankful for his helmet. Disguising his flustered appearance for one deep in thought. You hummed, accepting his answer. Knowing there was more to it, but speaking as you could see the exhaustion practically dragging him down. You thought it best to let him sleep.

Softly brushing past him, you set the child down in his makeshift bed sling. He babbled sleepily as you tucked him in. The child was asleep almost instantly.

As you straightened, you looked back to where Din stood. You wanted nothing more to put your hands on the Mandalorians shoulders. To tell him that it is okay to relax. To tell him that he is doing his best. To ground him in the moment and remind him to not think so far ahead into the unknown.

He had gone before you could do so.

He left his armor on his mattress. Shedding the weight of your own. You crawled into bed. The exhaustion of the day called you and you gave in easily, knowing the child and Din were safe.

The two of you danced around your quiet desires for the other in the solitude of dark.

Stars, hide your fires:

The presence of another is hard to get used to after spending years alone, but it is made comforting by the right person.

Spending endless time together, still not saying more than a word or two. It had become a ritual almost. To sit in the cockpit with the child. Sitting in silence, watching the stars burn past at light speed.

Fleeting touches, stolen glances and nods of approval slowly became the silent love language between the two of you. A brush of his bare hand wiping the sweat of your forehead as he patched up a blaster wound. A small moment frozen in time as you cupped his bare hand whilst grabbing the bowl out of his hand to pass to the child. Ever more frequently you began to notice your reflection in his helmet. If it was him looking at you while you held this child thinking you weren’t paying attention, or if it was you stealing glances at him from across the cantina, or next to him in the cockpit. It didn’t matter, the dance continued. The desire was still hidden from the stars.

Let not light see my black and deep desire:

The soft cries of the child woke you up.

Groaning as you shifted out of the small space. You made your way over to him in the dark, not wanting to turn on the light in the change that you might disturb your other sleeping a few feet away. The child had dropped the ball and now was teetering over the sling in attempts to reach it. He cooed as you picked it up and placed it back in his grip.

As you turned, you saw Din’s armor still sitting there, untouched from hours before. Your curiosity and concern got the best of you and you made your way to the ladder, climbing into the cockpit. Doing your best to not disturb the child’s sleep.

You found him there. Sitting in darkness. Asleep or deep in thought you didn’t know. You made your way to the seat next to him. Watching a lone star illuminate his helmet in your peripherals before disappearing in the vastness of space.

The darkness of a starless sky surrounded you. Sitting in comfortable silence. Effectively hiding his desire. The desire to reach out to you. To pull you close. To not be alone anymore. If a light shone above it would bear witness to his gloveless fingers stretching out to you. Stretching out to break the distance. Almost as if the darkness had given him the courage to act. But instead he pulled his hand into a tight fist by his side.

Light eventually shined over you. In bright fires of stars. The distance between the two of you had diminished in the cover of night. The deep desire of longer being alone brought the two of you together in more ways than one.

Your hand hung gently at your side, gently grasping his bare hand. His thumb running over the back of your knuckles gently. As if he was trying to memorize each crevice of them. Nothing had to be said. Gently he stood up, pulling you with. Leading you down the ladder, his hand at the small of your back as you climbed down. Not wanting to lose contact with you as he had just gained it. Leading you to the small cot. His touch fleeting your back as you went in first. He discarded his Helmet with one had. Safe under the cover of night. Safe under the trust between the two of you. He slipped to the side of you. Reaching out to you again in the dark. This time there was no need for courage. There was only comfort. Pulled into his arms, your back nestled into the front of his chest. Memorizing the rise and fall as if it were a lullaby. For the first time since no longer being alone, Din could relax. Under the fires of the stars he had all that he desired in his reach.

The presence of another is a comfort after spending years alone.

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Thank you for reading!! <3

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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 4 years

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Hey, I was hoping to get an emergency request? I’ve been depressed and had my heartbroken a bit, so I’m kinda staying up at night just having bursts of crying fits, and so I was wondering if I could have some hcs of how Tsukishima, Aone, Ushijima, and Daichi would treat their s/o if they spent the night with them when they were crying on and off through the night. Thanks, and feel free to delete this if it’s not something you wanna do x

hey there anon!

im so sorry to hear that love, remember that it is 100% okay to cry and that every single thing you’re feeling is valid <3

my messages are always open (and ask box is too if you prefer to stay anonymous) xoxo

I hope you enjoy our bbys showing you some much deserved love :)

•Tsukishima, Aone, Ushijima, and Daichi Comforting Their Crying S/O•

warnings: mentions of mental health issues

genre: comfort + fluff

characters: tsukishima, aone, ushijima, daichi

•Tsukishima•

tsukishima was usually very snarky and playful when it came to your relationship

back and forth bantering was how you two showed your affection for one another

but when tsukishima heard your soft cries from beside him he knew that this was a time where he had to be more cautious with his words,

“Hey, what's the matter with you?”

you turned to look at him, eyes puffy and red, with hot tears streaming down your cheeks

you swiped at your face and offered him a forced smile,

“I’m fine Kei, sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep.”

he didn’t miss the slight shake in your voice with your attempts to lighten the mood

he tsked and flicked your forehead,

“I’m not an idiot Y/N, why are you crying?”

you casted your eyes downward, too embarrassed to face your boyfriend

it’s not as if you didn’t think he’d care or you were too nervous to open up to him but you didn’t want him to view you as weak or troublesome,

“I guess I just haven’t been feeling the best lately. I’ve been getting sad more often than usual without a reason and I don't really know what to do.”

tsukishima looked at you as you tried to stop your lip from quivering

seeing you like this made his heart hurt

he always hated seeing you so upset but he wasn't always the best at reassuring you during your time of need

he sighed, more towards himself then you, and pulled you into him

“Kei wha-”

“Quiet,”

“But what are you-”

“Y/N, save me the embarrassment and just cuddle with me, will you?”

your eyes widened at his statement, it was very rare for tsukishima to initiate something like this

but you didn’t complain, curling up next to him and wrapping your arms around his figure

soon after, the feeling of sadness washed over you once more as you tried to hold back your tears

you didn’t want to seem ungrateful by continuing your pity party

after all tsukishima practically leaped out of his comfort zone to help you

however, as you shook lightly in tsukki’s hold you felt his arms that were encasing you give a soft squeeze,

“you can let it out, it’s just us Y/N.”

once those words met your ears tears began flowing down your cheeks all over again

tsukishima held you, running his slender fingers through your hair until you fell limp in his hold, slipping out of consciousness

once he knew you had fully drifted off to sleep he placed a kiss on your tear stained cheek,

“I love you.”

•Aone•

aone was a very light sleeper, so he didn’t miss the light whimpers that escaped your lips as you lied next to him

at first he didn’t really know what to think, maybe you were having a nightmare or something of the sort?

but when he heard a sob rack your body he knew that wasn’t the case

aone wasn’t one to freak out over things, he was very composed and calm even in difficult situations

so, as soon as he sensed something was wrong he didn’t hesitate to take initiative

sitting up and gently shaking your shoulder, he spoke in a soft voice,

“Y/N.”

you turned to face him and immediately he could make out the tears staining your cheeks

he was never one to use his words, choosing to stay quiet for a vast majority of the time, but you didn’t ever mind

his actions had always spoken so much louder then his words ever could

you knew how much he loved you, it was displayed with every single thing he did

and when he silently tugged at your hand, lifting you away from the covers and into his warm embrace, you felt his love all over again

he lightly rubbed your back as you continued to cry into his chest, your arms lazily returning the hug

a part of you felt embarrassed being caught in such a vulnerable state but the way your boyfriend was caring for you washed away any feeling of unease

after a while, the soothing rhythm of aone’s large hand moving up and down your back brought you to a state of peace

however before the two of you drifted back off to sleep, aone tugged on your hand once more, pulling you out of the room

“Aone, where are we going?”

he didn’t answer you, just pointed in the direction of the front door

you were confused but figured it would just be simpler to comply with his unknown idea then to ask questions

aone pushed open the door and the cool air met the exposed areas of your body

you shivered a bit as you watched your boyfriend sit down in front of you, staring up at the night sky

he looked back and patted the spot next to him, signaling for you to join him

as you sat down, aone wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, letting his body heat warm you up

the two of you sat there watching the stars in each other’s company

it was nights like these where you were truly grateful to have someone like aone in your life

•Ushijima•

ushijima was never exactly good at understand emotions or comforting others

so when he woke up to hear you softly sobbing beside him, he didn’t know how to react

his first instinct was to ask your upfront what was wrong but he had been told many times before that he was too blunt and he didn’t want to make things worse for you

so, he lied there trying to figure the best way to approach the situation

that was until he heard you get quieter and quieter, and soon enough your whimpers grew silent

he was confused at first but he figured you just had a nightmare and decided to approach you about it in the morning

after squirming around a bit, trying to get comfortable, he finally settled by your side with his large arm draped around your mid section

he always loved these nights with you, it gave him the opportunity to be in your company without the constant worry of conversation

he knew you didn’t mind his silence but the nagging from his teammates had made him a bit insecure about his quiet nature

so, being able to just lay down and enjoy your presence was definitely a favorite moment for him

he began to drift off into sleep until he heard your quiet cries once more, the sound leaving a pang in his chest

although he was not the best when it came to feelings, he did not want you to go through your issues alone, so he sat up and turned to you,

“Y/N, what is wrong?”

you flinched at the sudden sound of his voice, not realizing you had woke him up,

“Oh, sorry Toshi. I just had a bad dream, that’s all. Don’t worry you can go back to sleep.”

“You had been crying earlier as well. Is there something bothering you?”

you had tried to hid your emotions from your boyfriend for so long, but iit wasn't as if you didn’t trust him or didn’t want to confide in him

you just didn’t want to worry him or make him feel awkward about the whole situation, which is why you had been trying your best to muffle your sobs

but seeming as the whole plan back fired, you had no other choice but to come clean,

“It’s just, I’ve been feeling kind of off lately. I don’t know exactly why but I just feel sad,”

you peered up at ushijima through damp lashes and watch as his brows furrowed at your words

quickly you cut the conversation short, already feeling as if you were bothering him,

“I’ll be okay though so don’t worry, lets lay back down, okay?”

you leaned back to snuggle into the covers when you felt ushijima grab your wrist

“Come with me.”

“Huh?”

he didn’t give you an answer as he hauled you out of bed and towards the bathroom

you sat yourself down on the floor as he kneeled in front of the tub, turning on the water and grabbing some bubble bath from under the counter

you watched as he prepared a bath, humming your favorite song subconsciously as he did so

soon enough he had finished, wiping his hands on his pants and turning towards you,

“Undress please.”

your cheeks flushed at how straight forward he was with his words but you complied none the less

once you had stripped yourself bare, he lightly grabbed your hand and helped you into the tub

he spent his time kneading your body, earning groans of satisfaction from you as he released the tension in your sore muscles

as he massaged some shampoo into your scalp he spoke up,

“I am not good with my words, you know this. But when I am feeling unpleasant, I enjoy relaxing like this. I hope you do as well.”

your heart melted at his statement

he always tried his best in your relationship, even though he was unfamiliar with the concept

“It feels really nice Toshi, I’m definitely feeling a lot better.”

“I’m glad Y/N.”

he paused his actions for a moment as he peered directly into your eyes,

“I love you very much.”

you smiled up at him as you brushed your fingers across his cheek,

“I love you too Toshi.”

•Daichi•

daichi had noticed something was a bit off with you this past week

you seemed quieter and less cheerful then normal

so it wasn’t a huge surprise to him when he woke up to you crying into your pillow

despite his anticipation, it still broke his heart to hear your soft whimpers as you clutched the fabric beneath you

daichi wasn’t one to hesitate when it came to comforting you

whenever you had been down he was always right there, ready to pull you into a tight embrace or place gentle kisses on your forehead

and tonight wasn't any different as he grabbed your shoulder and turned you so he could see your face

his fingers gently swiped across your cheek, collecting the tears that you had shed,

“Y/N, what's the matter?”

when it came to your boyfriend you had always felt this sense of comfort, even when you’d try to hide your emotions or go through things by yourself, he was always right there with you

so when he asked you that question you felt compelled to let him know the truth

“I-I don’t know. I just feel so empty and broken, I don't know what to do. I’m sorry Daichi.”

“Hey, there’s no need to be sorry babe. Life can get the best of us sometimes and I understand that. But remember Y/N, you aren't alone in all this. I'll be right by your side, always.”

you looked up at him and smiled at his words, letting out a soft hiccup as he cupped your face in his hands

“Do you wanna talk about it some more?”

you shook your head slowly

daichi brushed his thumb across your cheek and pulled you close, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead,

“Alright, do you wanna watch a movie?”

that suggestion received your immediate approval

you two always watched a movie at the end of your rough days, it was the perfect way to spend time with one another and get your minds off anything that had been bothering either one of you

you snugged up to daichi as the light from the laptop illuminated your faces

he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss to the top of your head,

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Daichi.”

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kiara-w · 3 years

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RaccoonInnit. (a Rewind one-shot?)

This a ficlet based on the fanfic Rewind by @a-non-ymouswriter, and exploring what if Tommy and Tubbo were hybrids in the Rewind universe. Especially with Tommy being very clingy because of trauma.

TW (Trigger warning) for emotional abuse, manipulation and mention of self-harm.

Wanna read more?

Apologies for any grammar errors, english is not my first language.

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Hybrids.

They come in many shapes and sizes, including different abilities that help with survival. But with every advantage comes a disadvantage, or a necessity to keep living.

And for Tommy Innit, there was one necessity that always made him feel ashamed.

He isn’t clingy, at least not all the time. But when spring is over, and the leaves start to fall, holding on to precious things is necessary to feel at ease and ready for the dangerous seasons. It's something that raccoon hybrids often do, hug their family or friends tightly at a young age to feel protected, and then offer protection when they reach adulthood.

If he could change one thing about his life, it would be that.

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"You too, huh?" Dream asks awkwardly, Theo's head is buried in one of his shoulders with his arms close around his body.

Tobias is in front of him, his eyes look away and he doesn't give him an answer. He only pulls Tommy closer to him, even though the boy is already clutching his left arm very strongly.

Sapnap and George try not to laugh next to him, but the other people around don't find the situation as funny as they do. They are supposed to have a meeting after all. And both Tobias and Dream manage to sit with the two people still clinging to them.

Well, this will be difficult. He thinks as he notices how Theo closes his grip a little more tightly and hears faintly the sound of a growl. But he is not upset by it.

The thing that made him upset was finding out that Theo had hidden that need from them. George had been the first one to notice him a little distant, but by the time they really thought something was wrong, they found the man curled up in his bed around blankets, ears twitching, ringtail bristling, and awfully whimpering.

None of them were animal hybrids, but that doesn't mean they couldn’t have asked, that's why Dream was angrier at himself when he demanded Theo for an explanation.

"I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable." His protege had said with a low gaze and clearly embarrassed.

After hearing that, Dream didn't hesitate to give permission to be hugged.

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Tobias feels angry.

He is feeling a lot of things actually. Happy being hugged by Tommy, frustrated at the sight of Dream with Theo, and hurt by seeing the aggressive look in the eyes of his old best friend. Unlike Tommy in his arms, who almost seemed to be sleeping with a faint smile.

But I deserve that look, don't I? He remembers one day, very long ago, when Theo asked him with an embarrassed face if he could hug him for the rest of the day. What was his response?

"I don't think that’s a good idea, we have a meeting discussing your situation, remember?" George's house had been burned and Dream had asked for consequences. "Besides, it would look embarrassing."

But by the time he saw the dirt pillar reaching the sky, he wished nothing more than to be able to hold Tommy one more time and never let go. He would've been more clingy than his friend would’ve ever needed.

And then Dream showed up with him. The strike of anger and jealousy that he felt during the winter days after, thinking of how his friend would hug that smug bastard looking for safety.

That mental picture always made him regret so many things.

********

Dream knew exactly what to do when Tommy, face red and looking down, grabbed his hoodie in silence.

In the free time he got between his visits to Logstedshire, he had read a lot of things about raccoon hybrids. How they tend to be aggressive towards people they distrust, how they used to find small places to sleep often away from big groups of people, how needy they could become during cold days.

He hugged the boy, moving himself and Tommy to the small tent to avoid the rain.

Sitting in the bed, he stroked the boy's hair and ears, and he noticed small sobs coming from him.

"Why?" Tommy's voice sounded hurt, but he didn't move away. "Why do I only have you?"

Dream only pulled him closer. "Because I'm your friend, Tommy." and the boy only cried more.

They stayed like that for quite a while, until Tommy's breathing got slower. What started with him clutching Dream's hoodie, ended with him hugging the man during his sleep.

After that, hugging Dream became a habit during the rainy days.

********

Tubbo woke up with a jolt when he heard a clap of thunder. The hard sound made an echo in the presidential office.

It was raining a lot those days. But as he looked at the window, a sudden fear rose up inside him as he remembered something. He almost collided with Ranboo as he exited the room.

"Tubbo? Wha- What's wrong? Are you-"

"I need to go to Tommy." He quickly walked past him.

"Tommy?" Ranboo's voice was close to a whisper. But he hurried up to follow him. "Why do you want to see him?"

Tubbo tried to ignore how soft the voice of the hybrid had turned. "It's raining. He gets clingy when it's cold and he needs someone to hold onto."

That's when Ranboo blocked his way, meters before he could get to the front door. "Step away, please." Tommy needed him, but the tall man grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Tubbo, he is- You can't go see him."

"Why not?" His voice grew louder and he felt irritated as he took one step forward. "He can't come back, but that doesn't mean I can't go to him. Let me through!"

"I'm not letting you go there, Tubbo." His tone was firm. After all, if he exited the building, Ranboo wouldn't be able to follow.

But goat hybrids are stubborn, especially when something is standing in their way. His horns tackled Ranboo's chest strongly, but his tall friend didn't move.

"I need to see him Ranboo!" He put all his strength into trying to push him. "I shouldn't have exiled him! He is all alone, don't you get it?!" Tubbo tried to ignore the tears running down his cheeks. "Wilbur- he's gone, Phil and Techno are not here either. I- I'm the only he can..."

He dropped to his knees as Ranboo held him close. "He is too proud to admit it. He- He bites himself to try to avoid asking. He did that a lot in Pogtopia."

"I- I know. You told me."

"Please, let me go."

"I can't."

"Why?..." How did he forget the answer?

"Tubbo," Ranboo embraced him, his voice sounding choked as well. "He's gone."

********

Philza turned around when he felt his cape being pulled.

They'd just finished their part of the outing and his son stood behind him with that horrible smiling mask covering his face.

"Tommy?" he talked to him in the softest tone he could, like treating a small animal that could flee at any second.

It was strange when Dream left Tommy with Phil for the mission of the day, and it was even stranger that his son had started a contact after being silent for months. He missed his voice, louder than Techno’s and warm like Wil’s. Ender, he missed him so much. Even so, he tried to hide the hope in his words. "Do you need something?"

Just let me hear you. Talk to me, please. But the boy didn't answer, his ears were down and his ring tail moved slowly. "We're close to the base, I know you want to wait for Dream but it's getting cold-"

He stopped as Tommy’s head hit Phil's chest weakly, and his hand grabbed part of his robe.

It's something that raccoon hybrids often do.

Philza couldn't resist a fond smile.

He realized that his hands were shaking when they rose up to touch the boy’s hair, and he caressed his ears as gently as he could.

Closing his eyes, forcing some painful memories away, he remembered his younger boy's face, blue eyes with a shy and pleading look to be held. He remembered the warmth of holding him during the rainy days when he was little. And when he remembered how Tommy called him dad a long time ago, Phil's eyes started to tear up.

His arms hugged Tommy strongly. Avians had instincts too. Wrap their loved ones in their wings it served to provide, or in his case, feel comfort. And so his black wings surrounded his son in a tight embrace as he breathed in the boy's hair.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Forgive me, please don't go. He wanted to scream those words but for some reason, he couldn't. He felt Tommy shaking and his grip tightened a little bit more.

He didn't want to let go, no if it meant the boy going back with Dream.

He could kill him, he thought. Once Techno came back, they could end with the nightmare that surrounded them and his son would finally be safe.

But his thoughts of hope were interrupted when he noticed how Tommy was struggling under him. And he barely managed to avoid the swing of the ax directed at his heart.

"Tommy?! What-?" The boy was crying away from Phil. Tears dropped below the mask, he listened to ugly breathing as Tommy hyperventilated, his tail moved aggressively and he heard a growl coming from him.

He forgot that Tommy was claustrophobic.

"Mate, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Tommy's ears moved quickly to the side and his head turned. Dream was walking towards them with Techno next to him. And before he noticed, the boy ran towards the other masked man and tackled him into a hug.

Could he really call himself Tommy's father? Shame and frustration filled his broken heart as he watched Tommy being petted by the man he hated. "It's fine, Toms. I'm here." Dream seemed ignorant of the deadly looks he got from him and Techno. "We took longer than we thought, but I knew you could hold on."

As sick as Dream’s games were, that was the moment Phil started to question if he really deserved to have Tommy back.

********

Technoblade thought that Tommy was running at him.

It was a foolish thought, the voices told him, but it still hurt. He would've asked what happened, but when he saw Phil's look of regret and frustration, he could get an idea.

Especially when it also happened to him a few weeks ago. The last rains started to become poisonous to every living thing that wasn't crimson. Lucky for them, the most basic armor could offer protection, but the durability would drop quickly.

And because of that, he, Tommy, and Dream were waiting for the rain to pass inside some caves next to a mountain.

The green man went deep, looking for coal to make torches in case mobs would spawn in the dark. That left the piglin hybrid with Tommy. The raccoon boy curled up against a wall, hugging his legs with his mask covering his face.

And he sat next to him. Not too close to touch, but enough to notice the boy shaking, the fur on his ring tail was bristling as well.

"I'm here, you know." He told him. Just like his father, he had noticed the way the boy fiddled with his tail and tried to hide his ears in his hoodie. "We don't have to talk, and I won't hug you back if you don't want to."

In the past, when Tommy's pride got the worst of him, Techno would always tell Wilbur or Phil. It was his way of compensating for the fact that he didn't like that kind of physical contact.

But at that moment, he was more than willing to let Tommy hold him as much as he needed to, even if it would take all of his strength not to hug back, even if the boy despised his existence, and even when he knew that he had lost all right to call Tommy his brother. He wanted to be there for him.

But the raccoon hybrid kept quiet. Only when he looked at him he realized that he was sleeping. Shivering, but his breathing was slow.

"Tech, I'm cold." He frowned at the memory. The voices began to speak louder, demanding that he give some warmth.

Techno's eyes stared at him softly. Despite not being sixteen anymore, Tommy still looked so small next to him. His arm surrounded him, but before making contact, another memory came.

Suddenly, it was not the boy resting anymore, he was curled up on the floor, shaking, blood dripping from his nose, and with several bruises on his face.

"It stays in the pit."

His hand backed off immediately. A wave of quiet anger filled his mind. Some of the voices were cruel to remind him of that sight.

Blue eyes saw him with anger once. And then again in a plain, in a little refuge whose name Techno had already forgotten. Tommy looked at him that way when he mocked his pain. And that look would be engraved in his heart for the rest of his days, he wouldn't forget.

How could he? When the boy's face was getting hard to remember recently, always covered in a mask and staying silent.

Technoblade felt the most pain at the thought of forgetting Tommy's face.

He stood up and left his cape around the boy carefully. He walked until he reached the exit of the caves. It was still raining, so he leaned on one of the walls and watched the raindrops slowly kill everything.

He breathed, ordering his thoughts and calming every single voice. Their mission wasn't over. The best thing he could do was not lose his focus.

A few minutes later, he heard footsteps behind him, and the smiling mask appeared in his vision. Dream held his cape in front of him.

It was a single second of confusion. He grabbed the cape and the masked man spoke, making Techno's rage rise once again.

"Don't show compassion now, Technoblade. You once told him to die, and I pushed him to keep living."

Dream went back to the caves without expecting an answer, leaving him alone with the screaming in his head, every voice demanding blood, and never getting the satisfaction.

Techno liked to consider himself a calm individual, able to control his emotions better than others. But the voices called him a hypocrite when he pictured all the ways he could kill the masked man beside him.

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Tobias blinks a couple of times when he feels a movement by his side.

And he almost screams seeing Theo clutching part of his shirt, eyes closed, and sleeping very peacefully over his shoulder.

For a second he considers the possibility of him dreaming, but he remembers entering Tubbo's house just minutes ago, he sat on the big couch feeling tired, and he didn't hear Theo come in.

He must be waiting for him. He recalls Dream asking Theo to wait since there were other matters to be discussed. And Tommy had gone with Tubbo to do other things as well.

A little part of him feels sad that he can't stop time at this very moment. But a warm feeling fills him as well, and he closes his eyes getting closer to the body beside him.

Just like raccoon hybrids often hug their family or friends.

He smiles. Theo can kill him later, he wants to enjoy the moment a little more.

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Man, this was a long one. You could say this is a bunch of ficlets into one? I dunno I just wanted to write something sad.

#dsmp rewind #ficlet #tw manipulation #tw emotional abuse #tw mention of selfharm

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 4 years

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Hey... It's my first time requesting here, so here goes. Could you make a scenario in which the reader and Belphie had a baby? I saw you Lucifer one and it got me wondering how it would be like with Belphie.

Without You (Belphegor x F!Reader)

WARNING (Pregnancy, Children, Babies, Slight NSFW, ANGST)

A child was the last thing he wanted, literally the last thing, it was at the very bottom of his to-do list written in the tiniest print, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t even his handwriting. He had turned you down every single time you brought it up, and it was quite easy to turn it down, finding any and every reason for you and him not to have a child together. His main reason was quite simple, and very selfish. He didn’t want to share you, not even with his own child. He wanted you all for himself, he wouldn’t have some tiny, whatever the hell it would even be, taking your time away from him. That would be unacceptable. Think of all the naps the two of you would miss out on! Ridiculous, it would just be ridiculous.

There was also a small part of him, very small due to the fact that he didn’t really worry much about it at all, but it was always in the back of his mind, of what would happen if you did try to carry his child. He was a demon, and any child by him would obviously be part him, maybe even more, he didn’t know how potent his seed was. Of course, nothing had happened yet, and he had filled your womb many times before, so that worry was shoved to the furthest part of his brain. Nothing to worry about, there hadn’t been a mistake yet, and he was 99.999% sure that there wouldn’t be any mistakes made at all.

He hadn’t been thinking ahead though, and one important thing had slipped his mind completely. Breeding Season. You hadn’t even known about it at all, he didn’t feel the need to tell you, he thought that he would be able to keep control of himself long enough to keep you safe from himself. His plan proved futile, and his animalistic nature had taken over completely. It wasn’t his fault though, it was just how he was, who he was… what he was. He, in a way, completely blacked out. You were pinned to the bed in less than a second, your clothes torn to shreds and discarded onto the floor as he completely ravaged you, slamming into you, making sure his tip pierced through your womb with each and every thrust, filling your womb over and over with his seed. By the time he was done with you, you were a bruised, crying, cum filled mess. There was no comfort afterwards, no aftercare, nothing. Just the sounds of his light snoring next to you as you weakly crawled out of the bed, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

Days passed, and shortly days turned to weeks, and you still refused to talk to him. Why would you talk to him? You were terrified, and rightfully so. What had happened to you was traumatic, almost as traumatic as him killing you. Now he had two things to feel guilty for, but you still talked to him after he had killed you, so why wouldn’t you listen to his reasoning now? “Let her be.” “Give her time, Belphegor.” Everyone always had something to say, but none of them truly understood. He didn’t like being away from you, especially not for this long. You wouldn’t even respond to his texts, you wouldn’t even read them. Were you really that scared of him? Did you really hate him that much? He didn’t really care, he would stand outside your door all day, even going as far as to bring down his pillow and his blanket, napping right outside your room. He would wait there as long as it took for you to open that damn door and talk to him. He understood that it didn’t make sense to you, but the least you could do is give him a chance to try to make it make sense to you.

Finally, after almost a month of you not talking to him at all, you finally went to him. It felt like forever, and hearing your voice say his name, it sounded… heavenly. You were finally giving him a chance, a chance to explain, a chance to make you understand. He knew it would be hard, but even now you still seemed scared of him. It only made it harder, all he wanted to do was reach out to you and pull you into his arms and tell you that it would all be okay. For a couple of weeks after it even seemed like everything was okay. He had explained everything to you, and you were slowly coming back to him, letting him touch you again, letting him kiss you again, and he would thank the dark Devildom sky every morning when he’d wake up and see you curled up next to him. He had messed up twice, almost lost you twice, he wasn’t about to screw up a third time.

That was the problem though, he thought that the third mistake would never happen, not even realizing that the third mistake was already taking place, making its home in your womb. He was so happy that you were finally talking to him again, overjoyed that you had, in a sense, let him back into your life. All he wanted to do was forget about what had happened all together, move on from it, leave it behind the both of you like a bad nightmare. It would have been too easy though, he would have been too lucky if that were the case. If he just got to move on from what he had done and still have you. Luck was never on his side, and there were always two sides to every coin.

There were no changes, not for a while, no changes that he would have picked up on immediately. Sure, you were sleeping a lot more, but he just attributed that to you being around him so much. Plus, he didn’t really have a problem with it, you were constantly with him, always next to him, it’s not something that he would complain about. Then you started eating more, bringing bowls of ice cream up to the bed with you, crying into the bowl as you scrolled through your D.D.D. He didn’t get it, and he didn’t really know who to ask. Beel had no answers for him, but he’d supply you with food whenever you asked for it. He could get used to your strange eating habits, and he even got used to you crying at almost everything… you were just emotional. When you started throwing up every morning when you woke up, that’s when he started getting worried. He was panicking actually, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with you. Had you gotten sick? He didn’t know how you would have gotten sick though, you were constantly with him, and he was never sick.

Soon enough the physical changes started coming, the small bulge in your abdomen that was never there before. He knew he had never seen it before, he noticed everything, he could pick up any change in your body. It wasn’t just visual, he could feel it when he held you close, rubbing his hand over your stomach which seemed to soothe you more now. He tried to write it off as your eating, maybe you were just eating too much. He didn’t bring it up to you, you were already so emotional, he didn’t want to upset you even more, so he just questioned it mentally, paying more attention to you as the days passed.

It happened one night as you were laying next to him, snoring quietly, his hand rubbing over your stomach as he always did. Your abdomen had grown much more from when he first noticed the change, but he was still writing it off as your eating, you were eating way more now than even before. That’s when he felt it, something moving beneath your skin, almost like it was pressing up against his hand. Your body reacted to it, rolling over onto your back with a smack of your lips, he would have thought it was adorable had he not been silently freaking out. What the fuck was that?

He couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore, he had to ask you, he had to bring it up. That was the first night in a long time that he had actually lost sleep, his mind focusing only on his hand that was still laying on your stomach, waiting to feel the slightest movement. As soon as you woke up he asked. He didn’t have time to wait, he was panicking even more now. “Did you eat something bad? Did Beel give you raw meat? Did you eat raw meat? Did you go anywhere without me?” The last question seemed stupid, he knew that you hadn’t left the house, let alone left his side since he got you back. He was worried though. Was it a worm? Was it a parasite? He didn’t know, but whatever it was had to be taken care of immediately.

You didn’t have time to answer any of his questions before pushing yourself out of the bed and running into the bathroom. He held your hair away from your face, wiping the sweat from your forehead as you retched into the bowl. That’s when he sensed it… almost… smelled it… it was different, but not too far off from the smell of him and you mixed together. It was familiar but unique at the same time, he didn’t like it. As soon as he knew you were done he carefully pulled you up off the floor and led you into the bedroom, laying you carefully on the bed. “I need you to be honest with me, Y/N. What the hell is going on?” He hadn’t raised his voice at you, only letting show through his tone his genuine concern. He didn’t understand why you started crying, only reaching out to grab you, pulling you onto his lap as you cried on his shoulder.

That’s when you started telling him between choked out hiccups and loud sniffles that you didn’t really understand what was going on, that you just blamed the changes on the Devildom at first. Then the real changes started happening, and you caught on, everything finally adding up in your head, but you were too scared to tell him, scared that he’d hurt you again, and that killed him. You were scared of him, scared to talk to him, scared to tell him what was going on… you didn’t trust his rationale, and why should you? He had hurt you twice, what would make you think that he wouldn’t hurt you again if you told him something that he didn’t like. He tried to stay calm, keep his composure for you, but inside he was freaking out. He was pissed, pissed at himself, angry that he had even allowed this to happen. He was pissed at Lucifer, for allowing him to get to you, for not protecting you when he had gone through his season. That’s surely when it must have happened. Not only had Lucifer not protected you, he hadn’t even told Belphie that this kind of thing was possible, and now… here you were, proving the impossible to be possible.

The problem wasn’t just that it had happened in the first place, the bigger problem was that he knew you wouldn’t allow him to get rid of it, and he knew just how to do it too. If you didn’t mean so much to him he would do it while you were sleeping… but you were everything to him. He cared about you, he wanted you to be happy, he didn’t want to lose your trust again. So… he did what he never thought he’d be able to do. He thought of the good aspects of it, and while there were very few pros to what was going on, at least with his seed growing inside of you everyone would know not to go near you, at least they should know. He didn’t expect the instinct to protect it would kick in, but he found himself growling at anyone that even came close to you or your stomach, and he only realized how bad it really was when Beel came to bring you food and he damn near bit Beels hand off.

Watching it grow, watching you grow with it, that’s what scared him the most. He knew it would be strong, how could it not be? The thing was part of him, a literal demon spawn and it could hurt you, rip through you at any point. There was no way to tell how big it actually was or what it was doing, he could only see the movements through your stomach and attempt to measure it by rubbing over your stomach. He could tell it was bigger, as it would be, but that only made him worry more. Would it have horns like him? Would it even care enough about you to be careful with its movements? He had no way of knowing, he could only hope. Hope that the thing, the child, loved you as much as he did.

Months passed, and while most men found it beautiful to see their woman carrying their child, he found it terrifying. It didn’t take long for him to realize that not only did the child have horns, it also kicked like a bull, it was just like him and he hated that. He couldn’t stand to look at your stomach, it was almost painful to see the purple and yellow blotches that covered your skin, knowing that it was his fault, that he had caused this. He would try to clear them up every day, only for the beast inside you to kick just as hard, creating darker bruises, almost as if it were mocking him. It wasn’t just seeing what it did to you, it was watching you try to cover up your pain, pretend that everything was fine as you clenched your teeth together, rubbing your hand over your stomach in an attempt to calm the monster down. He hated it, and he hated himself for doing it to you.

What hurt him the most though… was actually thinking that you would make it. He had done everything he could to try to make you comfortable, to make it easier on you because you were so damn persistent, so dead set on carrying this thing that you would kill yourself in the process. He knew it was a possibility, but he had never actually thought of it happening. You had already made it this far and while, yes, you were exhausted, and you were being beaten from the inside, you were still breathing. You were still going. It was so close to the end, you only had to wait a little while longer, but the monster had different plans. They always do, but not even he, a monster himself, could have planned for it to happen the way it did. No one would have been ready for it.

Everything was calm, too calm. You had finally dozed off, and for once you actually looked… peaceful. The thing had finally stopped moving, almost as if it had decided to take a nap itself, and he thought that he’d be able to get some sleep in. It had been so long since he had actually taken a nap, a decent nap where he didn’t wake up almost immediately to the sound of you gasping or crying silently when the thing would kick you. He should have known better, he should have known something was about to happen, the calm before the storm, he should have woken you up, he should have gotten the thing out of you sooner… but he was too late. He was always too late.

It wasn’t a gasp, it wasn’t even a cry… your scream had startled him awake, he knew that scream, he had heard it before, it just wasn’t a scream that he ever thought he’d hear from your lips. His eyes were still clouded with sleep as he sat up and looked at you, and for once he wished that he hadn’t slept, that he hadn’t given himself that small joy, because now the greatest joy he had ever known was being taken from him. He knew that much, watching the blood stain through Beels shirt, the only shirts that even fit you at this point. It wasn’t only coming through the shirt though, it was oozing from between your lips as your breaths came out in choked off gurgles. He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t even find his voice to call for help, to call for anyone. It was as if he was stunned into silence, watching it all happen, your eyes wide with panic and fear met his own that mirrored the same emotion.

Your scream had alerted the brothers, and they all came rushing into the room, but there was nothing anyone could do, what were they supposed to do? His eyes never left yours, even as the beasts horns, horns that looked exactly like his own, ripped through your chest with the most god awful squelching as skin and muscle was torn. Most of his brothers left at that point, even Beel could barely stand to stick around and watch, but he still stayed longer than the others. For emotional support or just to say his own goodbyes to you, he wasn’t quite sure, but he didn’t blame him for leaving. The only one who stayed was Lucifer, helping to rid your body of the beast that had destroyed you, the monster that had taken you so carelessly away from him.

Lifeless eyes stared up at him now, the sheets and blankets stained with your blood. It was quiet, eerily quiet, the silence was deafening and he hated it. At least he thought he did, until he heard the child crying. What right did it have to cry? He hated it, he didn’t want to see it, he didn’t want to hear it, he just wanted to have you back. He would do anything to bring you back, but he knew he would never get that option, he would never get that choice. He had screwed up, it was his third mistake, and now he had really lost you.

Everyone went on as if it had never happened. It was easy for them, but it killed him to see his brothers act as if you were nothing more than a mere visitor who had passed through. The only one who understood his pain was Beel, and not only did he understand, but he helped. Belphie wasn’t the greatest father, he wasn’t the best, he wasn’t even close to being a good father, but he tried. Not for the child, but for you, because he knew that’s what you would have wanted him to do.

He was never quite sure about how much time had passed, he relived that day every single day. In his mind, it was as if it had only happened yesterday, always fresh in his memory. Days could have been weeks and months could have been years and he would have never noticed. Not even the growing of his son helped mark the passing of time. Everything was a blur to him, without you there, he felt he had no reason. The only reason he even got out of bed at this point was for his son who he could barely even glance at without feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. He didn’t want the kid, but he looked so much like you, he hated that the child was the only living piece of you that he had left.

Days went on, and every day was the same. It was like a constant loop, feed the kid, keep the kid occupied, put the kid to sleep. It never ended, it never changed. He was laying on the floor, on the verge of passing out when his son pushed himself off the floor and walked to the door just as the knock came, pointing at it with a smile. “Mama?”

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dameronology · 4 years

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to make a house a home {agent whiskey}

summary: just a soft weekend away in kentucky w/ our fave cowboy {for @zazzysseoul - thank u so much for ur support and i hope you enjoy!}

warnings: i think one or two swear words? but nothing else!

enjoy,

- jazz

Jack Daniels was good at reading people.

It was part of his job. He had to be observant, had to have a working understanding of body language and non-verbal signals. He was especially diligent about it when it came to you; it wasn’t a purposeful thing, but rather an instinct to keep an eye on the person he loved most in the world. He could read you like a book and some days, it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and maybe he did. There was really no telling with Jack. Every time you finally thought you had experienced every little quirk and trait he had to offer, he managed to pull something out the bag. Whether it was his ability to predict a bad mood before it happened or the way he remembered every tiny little detail of a conversation, he was constantly proving himself to be one hell of a partner.

It was no surprise; Jack thought you deserved the best and so, that’s what he tried to give you. He didn’t often let people into his life, especially not after so much loss, but from the moment you’d met, he knew he could trust you. He’d always been a brilliant judge of character and he’d been completely right about you. You’d turned his entire world upside down; taught him how to love again and reminded him that the things he’d lost could be found again, just with a little care and patience. The empty house he used to come to was filled with love and laughter and little marks of you and him; photos from your various trips, magnets on the fridge, that he brought home from all the countries his job took him to, the little notes you left on his nightstand when you had to slip out for work before he rose. The first time Jack had come through the front door and almost tripped over your shoes, he’d cried - not out of anger or shock, but at the realisation that he was no longer alone.

Jack had the innate desire to look after you. He knew you could handle yourself but that didn’t mean that you had to. You’d been there for him in every sense of the world, and he wanted to do the same, to make sure that you felt appreciated every second of every day. In his mind, if you ever questioned his love or loyalty, then he wasn’t doing his job right. That desire translated into little things, rather than grand displays of affection; he’d do your laundry when you worked late, sent you sweet texts through out the day and brought you flowers just because. It wasn’t uncommon to find that Jack had filled up your car with gas without asking, or to come home to your favourite take out.

His biggest way, however, was in how well he knew you. Every slight change in demeanour and every variation in the tone of your voice was caught by him; he knew when you were okay, and he knew when you weren’t. He could tell when you were half-way between, and he’d do his best to bring you back to the lighter side. You take comfort in the fact he always had your back, no ifs or buts.

When Jack woke up early one morning to find your side of the bed empty, he immediately knew that was something was up; the second his palm reached out for you, only to be met with a fistful of cold sheets, he knew. You never got out of bed early. There could have been an atomic war happening outside and you still would have refused to move, insisting on five more minutes before nuclear winter hit. The bathroom light was off and there wasn’t anything you could have found in the kitchen. After all, you’d only arrived at the ranch a few hours earlier. You were both tired from a few long weeks at work and escaping the suffocating fog of the city for the rolling hills and fresh air of Kentucky felt like heaven.

Jack sat up, pausing for a moment. There was a gentle creek coming from somewhere; it was steady and rhythmic, ringing from the porch. His shoulder slumped wit relief - you were outside on the porch swing. At 6AM on a cold, winter’s morning. The relief was shorting lived.

Pulling on his robe, Jack rubbed his eyes and headed out towards the porch. Sure enough, you were the first thing he saw, shoulders covered by the plaid shirt he’d worn the previous day and fluffy socks gently brushing against the floor with the movement of the swing. The light above you illuminated you in a soft smoulder, a golden glow cast over you, illuminating your tired eyes and disheveled hair. He would have lectured you about the cold, had you not had a knitted blanket around you.

‘Bit early for you, ain’t it?’ Jack leant against the door frame, gently smiling when your eyes met.

‘What’s early when you haven’t slept yet?’ You aimlessly joked.

Lifting up the blanket, you silently gestured for him to come and sit next to you. Jack obliged, dropping down beside you and winding a large arm around your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss on your temple. His warm body was a welcome feeling against the cold of the January air.

‘What’s keeping you up?’ He softly coaxed.

‘I don’t know, to be honest.’ You replied. ‘It’s just been a long week.’

‘I get that.’ His voice was slightly murmured. He pulled you even closer, chin resting on your head. ‘But we’re here now, sugar. I think we both need the down time.’

‘Definitely.’ You said. ‘Plus, the view isn’t so bad.’

The ranch overlooked a large field filled with cows and horses; it stretched out for miles, fading away into the distance into a seemingly endless close. The edges of the green pasture were tinged with the pink of a tonic sun rise, pushing away the dark of the night sky. It wasn’t often that you got to watch the sun come up, and it felt a little refreshing to see a new day come. It was fresh; a clean slate, young and naive, but full of possibility. An ironic thought, given that you and Jack were probably going to lay on the sofa the whole day and order take out.

‘You’re right.’ He murmured from beside you.

‘Are you doing that thing where you look at me when I’m talking about a nice view?’ You peered up at him, thinning your eyes.

‘You said it was romantic!’

‘The first five times, Jack!’ You chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw.

‘Nothing is sacred anymore.’

You settled back against his chest with a smile. ‘I like it here.’

‘Me too.’ He agreed. ‘It’s nice to get away from the Apple. Everything over there if faster than a knife fight in a damn phone booth.’

‘And it doesn’t smell of pizza and...pee.’

You loved New York dearly; it had been your home for many years, and it was also where you’d met Jack. But, whether it was your permanent home, you didn’t know. There were some days when it all got so much. The city never quietened down and you could never quite escape it, even in the comfort of your own apartment. Out here, you were worlds away from that. Crickets were gently purring in the distance, and the only other sound came from the rustling of the animals in the field across the road. It was peaceful. Serene.

‘What if we moved out here when I’m done at the Statesman?’ Jack posed, almost as though he were shy about broaching the subject. ‘We could get a couple horses. Maybe a dog. Heck, if you want a zoo, I’ll get you a zoo.’

‘I’d like that.’ You smiled. ‘I mean living here, not the zoo thing - but a dog and horses sounds nice.’

‘Then a dog and horses we shall get.’ He grinned. ‘Oh! I can teach you to ride.’

‘Or I could just watch you do it.’

‘There’s not a single person in this here town who can’t ride a horse.’ Jack said. ‘Unless a pony would be better.’

‘Why not both? We have enough room.’ You reminded him. ‘Maybe we can re-tile the kitchen too. It’s not that I don’t like the green, it’s just it’s...’

‘...dreadful?’

‘That’s a nice way of putting it.’

Because you didn’t live on the ranch full time, neither of you had put too much effort into making it homely. It was liveable, by all means, but the television in the living room dated back to the first Bush administration and the kitchen was a little too lime for your liking. The place had come furnished by the old owners, which had been a big selling point for Jack. He just wanted somewhere he could live whilst he was in Kentucky and this place had been practical. It wasn’t until you and your eye for interior design came along that he realised how retro it was.

‘There’s a hardware store down the road.’ Jack said. ‘We can get a couple hours sleep and head down there later to see what they got.’

‘Maybe we can find something less green.’

‘I sure fucking hope so.’

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The next morning, you and Jack bundled up into some warmer clothes and piled into the Bronco, heading for the store downtown. The actual city was miles out, but there lots of little local and independent places. There were little cafes and restaurants, as well as farmers’ markets and fresh produce. You had thought about living here permanently before, but you hadn’t verbalised it until Jack had suggested it first. Given everything that had happened in the past, you’d wanted to do things at his pace, but so far, you’d been perfectly in tune with one another. That was a testament to your relationship as a whole.

‘I just smiled at that woman and she smiled back.’ You muttered to Jack, peering up at the store as you headed through the parking lot.

‘And?’

‘I once smiled at a stranger on the Subway and they told me to piss off.’

Jack chuckled, reaching out to wind his arm around yours. He tangled your fingers together, pulling you flush against his side. It was easier to show physical displays of affection here too. He was always a little paranoid in the city, given how busy it was and how easy it would have been to for an enemy to hide. That was another thing Jack did without thinking; taking tiny little precautions to protect you. He couldn’t even begin to think about losing you. And the thought never popped up here. Never. Only in the city, where everything was loud and overwhelming.

The store itself was pretty big - it was good for you, but confusing for Jack. You had Pinterest boards with inspiration for all your hypothetical future houses, whilst Jack couldn’t the difference between ivory and sand. So, true to character, he let you tighten your grip on his arm and drag him towards the kitchen section, eyes wide like a kid in a candy store. You had a green blank canvas to go wild on, because probably would have agreed to anything. It wasn’t that he was a walk-over, or because he was lazy, he was just genuinely terrible at interior design. Introducing him to build mode on the Sims 4 had been traumatic enough.

You didn’t have to decide anything immediately - after all, he’d said he wanted to move out here after he was done at Statesman. That was just as likely weeks as it was years. He did complain about his job giving him a bad back but you also knew that he enjoyed it. It was all he’d known for such a long time, and he’d worked hard to get to the top. Unbeknownst to you, he’d drop it all in a second if you wanted to relocate now. Even if he had the best job in the world and all the money he could ever want, the only thing Jack really needed was you.

‘Where do we even start?’ He asked, brown eyes staring confusedly at some paint samples.

‘We start with the most important rooms - living room, kitchen, bedroom.’ You replied. ‘I’m thinking something midcentury for downstairs. What d’you think?’

‘Midwhatnow?’ His brows furrowed.

You laughed. ‘Midcentury. So think...Bauhaus. Mid 60s sort of thing.’

‘Right.’ Jack nodded, getting a clearer idea. ‘How about you just to point to things and I’ll either shake my head or nod?’

Yeah, that sounded like a better idea.

And so, you began your trek around the store. Your Pinterest boards came in handy, especially for the kitchen - even Jack was grateful for them, because it meant you moved a little quicker. He did die inside a little when you grabbed a huge trolley and began piling it up with kitchen tiles, counters and cabinet doors, and even more so when you casually asked ‘you’re good at DIY, right?’

He didn’t complain though, not once. The sight of you rushing around the store, face lighting up at lamp shades and paint samples, was one of the best things he’d ever seen. Not only because it was hilarious, but also because it was the first time you really planned for your future. There was sort of an unspoken agreement that this was it, and that you were both in it for the long run, but neither of you had made any verbal plans together. You’d moved in together back in the city, but that had happened naturally. You’d started staying over and over more and more to sleep in his fancy Statesman bed and use his heavenly marble bathtub, and you came over one weekend and just never left.

After a few hours, Jack finally had to put a stop to your antics.

‘Okay, darlin’, I think we’ve reached the threshold now.’ He called. ‘We don’t need a new lighting fixture for the downstairs bathroom.’

You huffed. ‘Placing it back on the shelf.’

‘Fine.’

‘We’re gonna have a hard time getting in this car as it is.’ He held his arm out to you, signalling for you to come back to him.

‘I’ll have to come back for the upstairs then.’ You muttered.

‘We’ve gone from painting the kitchen to gutting the whole damn ranch, baby.’ Jack replied. ‘We’re only here for two more days anyways.’

‘Damn. I forgot about that.’ Your eyes widened. ‘I guess we better start today, then.’

This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend.

Relaxing!

And yet somehow, Jack Daniels was stood in the middle of his now half-demolished kitchen, a sledge hammer in one hand and a glass of his namesake whiskey in the other. He couldn’t deny that it had been fun to rip out the cabinets and tear off the tiles. He’d despised the colour of the kitchen for so long that it felt good to finally get rid of them, even if it meant that the tedious process of putting on the new ones came immediately after. You’d gone for simple black and white ones, with some mosaic ones for a...what had you called it? A feature wall or something. Apparently it added character (something he took your word for).

‘So what’s the paint for?’ Jack frowned, taking a brush as you handed it to him.

‘For the living room.’ You grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him out the kitchen.

‘But the kitchen isn’t done-’

‘- I’m bored of the kitchen.’ You said. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’

‘Course not, angel.’ He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

After grappling with covering the furniture up, you and Jack began to paint. It wasn’t too hard of a process; he just sort of whacked it on, whilst you had a much more meticulous process. So what if he got a splash of grey on the light switch? Actually, on second second thought, he should probably wipe that off.

Besides, it only took him five minutes to get sidetracked. The sight of you stood across the room, his red and black plaid shirt hanging from your shoulders, face screwed up with concentration and paint on your nose, was a distraction in itself. It was the sort of moment he wanted to get on a Polaroid, but equally, one that he wanted to savour. He always entranced by you, but sometimes that amplified. You weren’t even doing anything special - just...existing. But that was enough to capture his attention in its entirety.

He didn’t tear his eyes away from you - not until something cold hit him in the face, and a splatter of grey paint nearly hit his eye. The noise of your laughter pulled him back to reality, practically losing it as you doubled over, holding onto the fire place for support. You were lucky that it was his favourite sound but heck, you coulda dumped the whole bucket of paint on him and he wouldn’t have flinched.

‘That was rude.’ Jack folded his arms across his chest. ‘I’m gonna get you for that.’

‘No, you won’t.’

You dropped your paintbrush, suddenly leaping over the couch and sprinting out into the hallway. Trying to outrun a highly-trained government agent (a fact you sometimes forgot) might have not been your brightest idea, but you still managed to breeze past him and skid into the kitchen, almost tripping over a strewn tile as you did.

Jack was hot on your heels, arms reaching out to grab as you circled back into the living room. He managed to snatch you by the waist, pulling you down onto the sheet-covered couch - he was nice enough to use his own body to break the landing at least. You landed on his chest with a thud, still in a fit of giggles as he grabbed your face and planted kisses all over it. His lips were soft and warm, tasting of whiskey when they finally met yours. You tangled your hand through his hair in an attempt to bring him close, as though it were even possible.

You broke the kiss, rolling off of Jack and onto the sofa next to him, nuzzling into his side. The paint you’d managed to get on him was on you now as well, smeared down the side of your face and a little onto his shirt that you were wearing. Not that it bothered him all that much, because the sight of you in any of his clothes was worth a little bit of paint. You had a sort of rotation, where you would steal various garments and wear them until they lost his smell, before dumping them in the laundry and swiping some more. They were always baggy, scented with his aftershave and the faint smell of the leather from his car. When he was away on missions, it was the nearest thing you could get to one of his warm hugs.

‘Darling, d’you think, just maybe, that we should just pay someone to do all this?’ Jack gently suggested. ‘I can have a guy from the agency come in and be done in like three days.’

‘Three days? For the whole house?’ You peered up at him with a frown.

‘Their speciality is rebuilding places after we accidentally blow them up so this will be like a walk in the park.’ He explained. ‘Although, the kitchen isn’t far off. the place is lookin’ as messy as the farmers’ market after sundown.’

‘And Champ won’t mind you abusing Statesman resources like that?’ You teased.

‘The man is so rich that he buys a new boat when the other gets wet.’ Jack reminded you. ‘He ain’t gonna notice.’

‘You have a point.’ You nodded.

‘Besides, they’re better at decorating-’

‘- interior design.’ You cut him off. ‘It’s a house, not a Christmas cookie.’

Jack dropped his head against yours, letting out a groan. ‘You know what I mean.’

‘I know.’ You leant up to press another soft kiss to his lips. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, angel.’

Even though it was still a little far off, the glimpse that this weekend had given you into your future meant everything to him. He’d brought the ranch as a place to crash on business stays, and now you were helping to turn it into a home. At one point, he hadn’t imagine having a life to look ahead to or a house to decorate or somebody to love. Even though they were small, everyday things, you’d brought so much into his life, and he was never going to let you forget it.

#i want jack daniels to call me angel please #pLEASE #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels fluff #jack daniels x you #jack daniels x y/n #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey fluff #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels imagine #agent whiskey imagine

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moonofthenight · 3 years

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could we maybe have a fic of a big coops argument and Sirius just leaving - like full on leaves. and Remus is just left again. and finally when siruis comes back they have a conversation where remus feels sirius always has a foot out the door in the relationship cause he feels they’re gonna turn out like his parents? or something like that?

cause it’s kinda brought up in SW in like chapter 15- when remus says “But I’m not here to run back to if you keep leaving me” - something to do with that quote, cause honestly when I read SW that’s probably the one that hurt the most

essentially pure coops angst

Mixed with this request:

could you do a coops angst fic please with the prompts 🥺:

“stop blaming me for all of your problems”

and

“im broken and tired, and it’s all your fault”

(Or something along the lines of them - anything’s fine xx)

I am so sorry it took me so long but I finally got around to do it. Tell me if you need anything added to the CW’s!

Coops belongs to @lumosinlove

CW childhood trauma

The letter arrived two days ago and had been in Sirius’ bedside table since then, hiding from the world. He didn’t expect for his parents to contact him again after the disownment and he still didn’t know what possessed his mother to send it to him, he guessed the engagement was too much for them to handle. He thought he was done with this part of his life, done with caring about his parents, done with them constantly making his life harder.

Remus left early this morning, a meeting day with Moody but in all honesty, Sirius couldn’t tell how much time passed since he opened the letter over breakfast.

The words were hurtful, to both him and Remus and opened many wounds that he thought were healed.

He felt so incredibly numb, nothing made sense anymore. Sirius had been staring at the same wall for hours now and didn’t hear the door opening.

“Babe, I’m home,” Remus said into the silent house, closing the door behind him. He frowned when he got no answer.

“Babe?”

He put the bag down and walked inside the living room.

“I'm broken and tired, and it’s all your fault,” Sirius said quietly, still staring at the wall. It almost sounded like a realisation.

“What are you talking about?”, Remus said, clearly confused but he slowly walked over to Sirius and kneeled down in front of him.

“Because of our relationship, everything falls apart,” Sirius said, finally looking at Remus.

“What?”, Remus breathed out, his eyes wide, “Sirius what happened while I was gone? Talk to me, please.”

“Don’t you realise it,” Sirius shifted back against the sofa but kept the eye contact, “I needed to hide because of you, I got outed because of you, my family disowned me because of you.”

“Stop blaming me for all of your problems!”

Remus’ voice was shaking.

“This isn’t you, Sirius please, what is this all about.”

But Sirius shook his head, standing up rather abruptly, almost making Remus fall over in the process. He grabbed his jacket and the keys and walked towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going? Sirius!”

But the door was already slamming shut and while Remus stayed on the floor, still processing what just happened, he realised that Sirius had done it again. He just left again, leaving Remus alone.

Remus didn’t sleep that night. He had no idea where Sirius was and it was driving him mad with worry. He left his phone on the table and neither Pots nor Dumo knew where he was.

His mind kept wandering to the letter, he found it on the floor an hour after Sirius left.

It was… rough, to read the letter and to understand what was going on inside of Sirius right now. But Remus still didn’t understand why Sirius didn’t talk about it like he normally does, they had been through so much. He cried after he realised what Sirius had said to him but at some point he remembered that he didn’t mean it or he really hoped he didn’t.

Remus eventually fell asleep when the sky already turned pink and woke up maybe four hours later. He got a headache from all the crying and lack of sleep but all that was momentarily forgotten when he entered the kitchen to get himself a coffee.

Sirius was back and he looked miserable.

Remus wanted to scream at him, ask him what got into his mind but instead, he sat down opposite from him, staying silent.

“I’m sorry.”

“Good. You should be.”

They sat in silence again, only for a few moments, both gathering their thoughts and Remus chose his next words with purpose.

“I told you this once, Sirius, and I won’t do it again. I’m not here to run back to if you keep leaving me.”

Sirius’ head snapped up at this, staring at Remus with wide, tearfilled eyes.

“You are right,” Sirius needed to clear his throat, his voice breaking, “And I am so sorry, believe me Re but I- my mother send me a letter and I-”

“I know. I found it after you left. Before we continue this conversation I need to know one thing, did you mean anything of what you said? Because if you do, Sirius if you do, I think I need to leave for once.”

Remus’ voice was stern but the fear in his eyes was clear.

“No, god of course not. I don’t know what made me say it. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Okay but then why do I feel like you always have one foot out of the relationship? Why do you keep leaving me?”

They had reached a point where neither of them could hold back the tears anymore but they didn’t really care.

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of fucking turning out like my parents,” Sirius voice rose, “Sorry. I am so scared that we will turn out like my parents.”

And Remus just looked at him. That was unexpected.

“Why would we turn out like your parents? Their relationship has nothing to do with love, it wasn’t built on it. But ours is, we went through so much together and I love you.”

Sirius’ shoulders relaxed at that, he was still loved.

“But you have to stop leaving me cause that is something I can’t handle. It brings back so many memories that I desperately want to forget. Talk to me, scream at me, throw something against the walls, I don’t care, but please don’t leave.”

“Okay.”

#lumosinlove #coops #angst #request #rating: t

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pikablu410 · 4 years

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Christmas Gift

Apologies for a Christmas-themed story being a few weeks after the holidays. I hope you enjoy regardless

“I don’t care that it’s December 23rd! I’ll get them gifts eventually!”

“You better before Christmas or your presents are going to Goodwill!”

The Kolstit family wasn’t exactly your vision of a nuclear family. They had a mother, father and children, yes, but they didn’t behave like what you’d expect of a typical, american family. For one, they were an immigrant family from Ecuador. They had moved just about a decade ago, when Adam was 8. The family was hesitant at first, but with promises of a better life from relatives it was hard to pass up.

Now, the Kolstit family comprised of a mother, a father and three sons. The mother, Norma, was a kind woman, but strict on her children. She had deadlines for chores, high expectations for grades and above all wanted them prepared for the world on their own.

Her children didn’t really see that, especially the middle child, Adam. Adam was the child who got the most verbal smack from his mother, a result of his desire to “be one of the popular kids in school” as Norma put it. Adam tried to shirk off his responsibilities at home as much as possible in order to hang out with his friends or play football, better known as soccer amongst Adam’s peers. Norma had other ideas for her son, however, which usually involved him cleaning up around the house.

“I’m going out.” The dark-haired boy simply said as he walked out of the house with a ball in his hands, a blue soccer jersey and gray track pants on.

“Put on a jacket at least! It has to be near freezing out there!” Norma shouted as her child abandoned her cries. She shook her head and went back to preparing dinner.

Adam furiously walked away from his home. “Why does she always put so much pressure on me? I’m just a high school kid!” Adam thought to himself as he walked to an empty field.

The grass was stiff and cold, as if intimidated by the air. Two poles rested a few feet apart on one side of the field, the other side only having one pole. Dirt marked the playing field, the only place where there wasn’t a plentiful amount of grass. Rabbits scurried away as Adam approached, hiding back in their dens as a gust of wind blew the grass aside for them.

Adam sighed as he dropped the ball down and started to faintly tap it, slowly bouncing the sphere back and forth from each foot. He didn’t want his mother to hate him and he didn’t want to hate his mother. She was just so annoying sometimes. If he wanted to live his life one way why should she prevent that? Adam punted the ball down the field, hitting it right next to the singular pole. He imagined a crowd cheering as he scored a goal. He missed football season and wished it would return sooner. Unfortunately he had to wait another year for it, and Adam went back to weakly moving the ball across the field, moving slowly up and down as time passed by.

As the sky turned to a dim orange, Adam realized his time at the field was up and decided to head back home. As he went to leave the field, though, he felt incredibly tired and weak. He wasn’t sure why as he hadn’t really exerted himself. This was mostly to calm down and relax a bit. A huge gust of wind blew past Adam, causing his body to shiver from the chill. He saw a wooden bench and decided to sit down to regain his strength. When he sat down, though, Adam felt like he was going to pass out. He had fallen asleep at an airport before, and Adam figured sleeping on a park bench wouldn’t be much different, so he decided to lay down on the bench. “Maybe just a...quick nap…” Adam yawned before he crashed. Though before he closed his eyes Adam saw two figures approach him, as if they wanted something from him.

When Adam woke up he thought he was still asleep. It was so dark he couldn’t see his own nose. Plus, he was sitting up instead of lying down like he had been on the bench. Suddenly, a light turned on above him, though he still couldn’t really see farther than 5 feet away. Surrounded by darkness, Adam just decided to try to find his way out only to be stopped completely. He looked at his body and saw that he was tied down to a wooden chair, and tightly at that. Wriggling his wrists and legs, Adam tried to struggle against his restraints only to be met with no sign of them letting up.

A few moments later, after Adam had given up trying to get up, he heard footsteps in the dark. Out of adrenaline-driven fear, Adam cried out, “Who’s there?” A figure in what looked like a space suit emerged shortly after, holding some kind of syringe in his hand. “Just sit still and this’ll go by quickly.” They said, with a voice muffled through their helmet. It was almost like they were directly out of a sci-fi film which gave Adam hope that this was just a dream.

Adam decided to listen to the strangely suited figure, whether that be out of fear or his own will. He felt the syringe pierce his skin as whatever was inside flowed into his bloodstream and eventually the rest of his body. After that, the person walked away and left Adam alone in the dark once more. Adam wasn’t sure what was happening, but after a few minutes of being alone again he felt his tummy rumble. How long had he been out? Long enough to go without a meal, clearly, but how long was that? A few hours? Half of the day? An entire day? Adam was really worried now, especially since nobody knew where he was.

Eventually the grumbling of his stomach grounded Adam’s mind, bringing him back to reality. And reality smelled pretty good, almost like a feast prepared on Christmas Eve. Just as Adam thought it, the lights turned on and before him laid a table filled with food you’d see a family eat for a holiday celebration. Stuffing, mashed potatoes and slices of ham lay across the table on many plates. Fried chicken, french fries and spaghetti were even on the table, to Adam’s surprise. His family usually ate those things as a tradition so it was something pleasant he wasn’t expecting. Near his hands, a tall glass of milk was set, as a drink for the meal Adam assumed. In the middle, a giant, stuffed turkey laid ready to be cut. It took up twice as much space as other plates did, and just the smell of it nearly made Adam drool.

Then, to Adam’s further surprise, the restraints were undone around his hands. Immediately, Adam reached down to undo the ones on his legs, but a voice overhead said, “I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” Adam stopped, his body jumping in shock of hearing the booming voice. “W-what do you want with me?” Adam tried to ask. There was a pause before the voice responded with, “Just eat your feast and then we’ll talk.” Then, silence. Silence only to be broken by Adam’s stomach growling in hunger.

Adam decided he might as well eat, if only to survive and find out why he’s here. He grabbed the large serving spoon that was dipped in the mashed potatoes, trying to find a plate to set it on to eat. Finding no such plate, Adam decided to eat the mushy meal right from the spoon. Setting it in his mouth, Adam could taste an explosion of flavor. Whether it be from his starving appetite or the taste of the dish, Adam didn’t decide to question it and went right back in for more. Though, as he ate the potatoes Adam couldn’t help but notice a strong, buttery flavor. He shrugged it off, though, as he was hungry and the stuff tasted too good to deny eating it.

The other dishes continued in a similar fashion. The stuffing melted right in Adam’s mouth, melding right along with all of the other dishes to not only enhance them, but revamp their tastes completely. The ham was sweet, but seasoned in just the right way so it wasn’t overpowering. The chicken was fried to perfection, with the chicken still being moist beneath its flaky skin. The fries were similarly prepared, though they were covered with a decent amount of salt. His milk was creamy and delicious, but it didn’t take away from any of the dishes Adam ate. And the spaghetti was divine, being covered with parmesan cheese and a tomato sauce that Adam swore was from the ripest tomatoes.

After Adam finished all those dishes, he looked back to the table to see the giant turkey sitting, waiting for him. He decided now was as good a time as any, and decided to cut into the beast. Just like Adam expected, the turkey was phenomenal. The meat was still juicy and melted on his tongue. Adam kepting taking pieces off the turkey, not realizing how much of it he was eating. Only until the fork met the base of the plate did Adam notice his immense appetite. He had eaten the entire turkey without noticing.

Letting out a slight burp, Adam decided to sit back in his seat, expecting his bloated belly to take up a lot of space. However, when Adam leaned back he noticed his belly wasn’t as large as he had expected. It wasn’t as bloated, either. In fact it didn’t look bloated at all. Adam lifted up his jersey to find a tan, chubby belly where his flat stomach used to be, much farther off than he had expected. Adam put his jersey down and noticed the outlines of small moobs beneath his shirt and shorts that had much less space because of his thicker legs. Now nervous and scared of what would happen next, Adam tried to untie the restraints on his legs only to be forcefully pushed to the back of his seat by one of those space suited people. They tied his arms down again, Adam now regretting trying to make a move.

“Now you see our goal for you. You’ll eat and grow until we decide you stop.” The voice came back to ring overhead. Adam was now angry, in addition to his fear from before. He wouldn’t be able to play football if he was too fat, plus, no one would recognize him as a tub of lard. He had always been the lean, football player, not some food addicted fat ass. “Why do you want me fatter?!” Adam shouted at the ceiling. “Oh, you’ll find out later. For now eat like you did before.” And once again, there was silence after that.

Though Adam still did smell good food, the table was still empty. Out of the shadows to his left, a person dressed in the strange astronaut suit walked out, holding some kind of bowl. On the right, another person emerged, but they were holding a plate of ham. The one with the bowl lifted up a large serving spoon filled with mashed potatoes and held it to Adam’s mouth. “Eat.” The person bluntly demanded, nudging the spoon on Adam’s lips. The food smelled so good, but Adam didn’t want to grow any fatter.

Despite eating tons just minutes prior, Adam’s stomach let out a growl. Upset his stomach betrayed him, Adam felt it wasn’t long before he snapped under the pressure. Sure enough, he was taking the spoon in his mouth, swallowing the entire spoonful of mash before eagerly opening his mouth for more. Adam didn’t want to eat, but he was just so hungry he didn’t feel like he had a choice. A second after he opened his mouth, Adam tasted the other person shoving a forkful of ham into his mouth. He alternated bites from both of the people in front of him, not even realizing when they switched to a different food.

Eventually, the two people in suits stopped feeding Adam to let him drink some milk. Adam had been so enraptured with the food’s taste that he hadn’t been able to keep track of himself. He looked down to a terrifying view. His stomach had gotten so big it lifted his jersey up just above his belly button, the tan piece of flesh resting on his wider lap. Moobs were clearly outlined under his jersey, poking against the fabric. His shorts looked even more strained than before, basically stuck to the sides of his thighs. Adam couldn’t see behind him, but if he were able to he’d see that his shorts and undies had been pushed down from the added weight to his rear and they were close to revealing his crack.

Adam freaked out as he finished the milk. He desperately tried to get out, but again to no avail. His added weight tired him out further, too, making him struggle less than before. “Still concerned about your weight, it appears.” The voice rang overhead. It was quiet for a few moments, but the two people in suits came back with more food. One had a tray of cookies and one had a platter of pie. As Adam resisted their demands to eat, a loud ‘thunk’, followed by a ‘click’ was heard before he saw a movie being played on a television in front of him. It was just beyond the dining table, but large enough that Adam didn’t have to strain his eyes to watch.

“How about you relax by watching something while you eat.” The voice suggested before disappearing again. As Adam’s gaze turned towards the TV, he let his guard down long enough that the person with the cookies was able to sneak one into his mouth. The taste was divine and Adam knew resisting now was futile as his bigger stomach took the lead, forcing him to eat whatever was placed in front of him.

What Adam didn’t realize was the film he was watching was designed to alter him. There were short flashes of guys putting on weight and growing fatter. Some images were of guys who were already fat, enjoying themselves in luxurious lives. Quiet, almost inaudible messages saying things like “Grow bigger,” and “Fat is hot,” played throughout the film. Though, Adam wasn’t really to blame for not noticing. The entire point of these things was so Adam would subliminally start to desire to be fat and grow fatter and so he didn’t notice his mind was being changed to do so.

Two films and a lot of eating later and Adam was being fed more milk as a break from all the food. The TV switched off, bringing Adam back to reality. He remembered his situation and looked down at his body one again. His jersey could barely hold his body, his belly completely on show. It was so big it was starting to become divided into two rolls. This left his jersey to only cover his moobs, which looked like they would burst out if Adam put on any more weight. His shorts had split on his thighs, slowing becoming more and more undone as Adam put on more weight. His pants and underwear had been moved further down because of his growing ass which now showed off his plump butt crack, though he wasn’t aware.

However, Adam didn’t seem as worried when he saw his body. He looked at it for a few seconds before looking back up and saying, “I wonder if Melissa would like me like this. Maybe she’ll even feed me good food too.”

To his surprise, neither of the people in space suits responded, but the voice overhead replied with, “Who’s Melissa?” Adam, being more relaxed now, gave the voice an answer. “Melissa’s my girlfriend,” Adam started, “She’s really nice to me and I was hoping my body wouldn’t turn her off.” Adam told the voice. More quietly, he mumbled, “I hope she’s not worried about me.”

A few seconds passed with Adam figuring whoever the voice was had just left again, but Adam was surprised by the voice saying, “That’s strange. I don’t remember you liking girls.” Adam was puzzled. He had never said anything about his relationship, nor his romantic life, before talking about Melissa. “What do you mean? I’ve liked women for as long as I can remember.” Adam replied, and after a few seconds the voice further replied with, “No you don’t, Adam. You like men.”

Adam’s head was spinning. What were they talking about? What was even going on. “W-what are you talking about? I’m not gay.” Adam bluntly said. The voice replied more quickly now, saying, “It seems you’re flustered. Why don’t you watch some more movies and eat to calm down.”

The people in space suits, not giving Adam much choice, shoved a spoon of chocolate pudding into Adam’s mouth as the TV turned back on. Adam admitted defeat early, habitually opening his mouth for the other person to feed him a piece of cake.

Again, Adam didn’t realize that these movies were designed to manipulate his mind. All of the movies had incredibly attractive men cast as actors, with the actors becoming more important with each consecutive movie. And, once again, whispers of messages played in addition to the previous ones. Though this time the messages were saying things like “Men are sexy,” and “Don’t you just love when a hot guy takes off his shirt?” All the while, he was being fed by the two people in space suits, but Adam just ate like it was normal. He just habitually opened his mouth and chewed whenever something was placed in it, used to the process by now.

As one of the movie’s credits rolled, and Adam was being fed a large glass of milk, Adam realized he had just watched quite a few movies and figured he had been distracted for a long while. He looked down at his body, finding it harder to do so now, to see what the hours of eating had done to him. Adam first noticed his belly, which was now pooling into his lap, covering basically all of it. The tan mass of flesh nearly reached Adam’s knees and was now dividing itself into multiple rolls. The legs his belly rested on were quite thick to be able to hold the large, jiggly piece of fat. Adam’s thighs were nearly twice as wide as his waist was before he started eating and his legs weren’t far behind. Because of their size, Adam’s shorts had torn off during the movie, but he was too busy having his face stuffed to notice. His shirt had torn off too, allowing his large moobs to be on display. They rested on top of his ginormous belly and were big enough to hold in your hand. Additionally, because Adam’s shorts tore off, his ass was completely out and the two globes of flesh could be seen clear as day. They looked to be as big as bowling balls and provided Adam with enough cushion so he wasn’t uncomfortable on the wooden chair.

And speaking of the chair, constant creaks were heard from the thing. Adam was too fat for the chair to contain. His belly looked squished between the arm rests and his ass was starting to get a bit cramped too. After Adam was fed another fudge cookie, the chair snapped and left Adam to fall on the ground. His entire body shook, jiggling for at least a minute from the force of the fall.

Adam could’ve escaped then and there, but he was having a hard time getting up with his fat body. Giving up after trying to get up one time, Adam just decided to wait for help. With his arms free now, he decided to feel his grown body up for the first time. He grabbed his belly and let it fall back into his lap, feeling the jiggling sensation go throughout his body. Adam then cupped one of his moobs in his hand, then doing the same to the other one. “This isn’t half bad.” Adam said to himself.

Just then, the two people in strange suits had come back with a new chair. It looked pretty sturdy, being made out of metal and having a wide seat for Adam to grow into. The seat also looked like it retracted, which confused Adam, but he really wasn’t in a place to question them. The two people helped Adam sit in the chair, allowing the big boy to rest somewhere other than the ground.

“It seems like you’re enjoying yourself more.” The voice said once Adam was comfortable in his chair. Adam agreed, so the voice asked, “Did those movies help jog your memory?” Adam was a bit confused at first, but remembered what the voice was referencing. “Yeah I have to admit, some guys are pretty cute.” Adam said, which pleased the voice. But then Adam also added, “But I still prefer girls, and it’s not like I’d want a guy to fuck me. I’d be the one on top.”

The voice was quiet for a few minutes. Then, out of nowhere the voice said, “It appears your memory is still cloudy. We can help with that.” After that, one of the people in suits shoved a tube in Adam’s mouth. Shortly after Adam felt something flow through the tube, which he shortly after tasted in his mouth. It was incredibly delicious and Adam couldn’t help but suck the stuff down. He didn’t know he was eating an incredibly fattening combination of grease, lard, fat and sugar. Then, the TV screen came back on, but this time a movie wasn’t playing. This time there was a black and white, swirling spiral on the screen. Adam was confused and wanted to look away, but found it incredibly difficult to do so, strangely enough. Finally, Adam felt a part of the chair beneath him retract, which further confused Adam. He let out a yelp as the chair seat came back, only this time Adam felt the chair had stuck something in his butt. It was cylindrical, almost tubular. Then it started to move further into Adam’s rear and then slowly moved back to its original position, the entire motion causing Adam to let out a loud, muffled moan. This helped Adam confirm that some kind of dildo was in him, or something of the sorts. Each thrust caused Adam’s entire body to jiggle, the constant movement causing Adam’s mind to be even more thrown off.

“Hopefully a night with this will help bring you back to your true self. Goodnight, Adam.” The voice said. The two people in suits left Adam’s view, with Adam letting out confused moans that were muffled by the tube in his mouth. Adam was completely lost and his mind was starting to be clouded by immense pleasure. Shortly after the voice and people left him, Adam came all over his underbelly, making a mess from the pleasure. Adam was embarrassed but knew he couldn’t help it. The dildo object in his ass was hitting some kind of pleasure nerve and it was hard to resist it.

Feeling like there was nothing else to do about his situation, Adam just stared at the TV and let his mind drift off. Adam was left in a daze, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the continuous spiral. He didn’t feel like he had much of a choice to do otherwise. All the boy felt like he could do was wait for tomorrow, and whatever came with it.

Luckily for Adam, it felt like the next morning came quickly for him. The TV shut off, causing Adam to come back to reality. Even though he had been wacked out of his mind for the entire night, he had still been drinking down whatever substance was constantly being pumped through the tube. Not only that, but the buttplug thing in his ass had been pushing into him the entire night. He eventually got used to the feeling, but it still brought him immense pleasure each time it thrusted into him.

“Good morning Adam. It seems your night was fruitful.” The voice said shortly after Adam came back to his senses. Adam was confused at first, but looked at his body to realize what the voice was referring to.

He had grown massive overnight. Adam’s feet had grown so fat that they had finally snapped his sneakers and socks off during the night. His feet looked like plump little marshmallows attached to a fat piece of meat. Adam’s legs were also much thicker, growing wider as they approached his thighs. His thighs were basically tree trunks now, maybe even wider than that. Adam’s belly rested on his thighs, well for the most part it did. It had grown so fat that it was starting to hang over the edges of his thick thighs, causing flab to hang from Adam even when he was sitting. This wasn’t to mention the numerous rolls that Adam’s belly had, and each looked sweatier than yesterday, most likely due to the treatment Adam’s rear was receiving. Pillow moobs sat atop his belly and they looked like they may start sagging off of it soon. Each moob was about the size of a beach ball and it made it difficult for Adam to look down at himself. As Adam tried to move his moobs to see himself, he realized how heavy his arms were. It was incredibly tiring to move either of them, and when he did move them tons of fat sagged and jiggled off of the appendages. Adam’s face was filled with fat too. He was working his way to a third chin, and his cheeks jiggled whenever he moved now too.

It would be safe to be on Adam not moving a ton now. He looked like he was already overflowing the new seat he had been given. And Adam didn’t even look phased by this. In fact, as he looked over his body, one could’ve sworn that Adam came a few times.

“So,” the voice started, “how are you feeling today Adam?”

The tube was removed by one of the people in suits, Adam not noticing them walk over to him. Just as the tube was removed, Adam let out a humongous belch. It caused his body to jiggle for a good minute and the person who removed his tube had to step back a bit from the surprise force.

“I’m hungry.” Adam bluntly said. Shortly after, he came and added, “And horny.”

There was a pause once again, but after a few seconds the voice said, “Good! So it would be safe to assume you remember what your life is really like, yes?”

Adam was puzzled, scrunching his face up to say, “Huh?” He let out a burp as he said this, not nearly as large as the last one. He also let out a fart, despite the dildo-like object still being in his ass.

Adam couldn’t see it, but the person behind the voice smirked before continuing. “Oh, you know.” The voice said in a friendly tone. “Things like your weight. You’ve always been a fatty. Too lazy to do physical stuff, like sports. Always hated gym and running, none of that.”

As Adam listened to the voice, childhood photos of him appeared on the TV. There were pictures of him in gym class, his chubby face looked tired and, in a later image, exhausted. More images popped up, this time from a few years later. He was sitting on the couch, naked with his chubby belly out, eating a bag of chips and chocolate. This continued until more recent photos popped up, school yearbook photos of Adam as his fat ass self.

“Yeah...I’ve always been huge…” Adam said as memories started manifesting in his mind. He started to forget about his love for football, it being replaced with food. Whenever he felt pressure from his parents or anyone else to succeed, Adam would always eat. It calmed him down and he quite liked being bigger.

“Of course I remember that. I know I’ve always been big.” Adam said, almost as if he was offended.

“Oh? So then you remember your boyfriend, Jason?” The voice went on.

“Wh- huh?” Adam blundered again.

This time, an image of a brown-haired boy with blue eyes appeared on the TV.

“He asked you out in 9th grade. You’ve been together ever since. He’s helped fatten you up. I wouldn’t think you’d forget about him, you two are quite inseparable.” The voice added.

As Adam looked on at the images of the boy, more memories flooded back into his mind. He remembered when he first met Jason, in one of his English classes. When Jason asked him out, Adam was ecstatic, further so when Jason told Adam about how Jason wanted him fatter. He remembered nights of being stuffed to the brim, and some moments of Adam begging Jason to feed him. Any memories of being straight or liking girls had left Adam’s brain.

“He’s so hot…” Adam said in awe as he looked on at the pictures of his boyfriend.

The photos of Jason continued to come and with each photo it looked like Jason lost more and more clothing. Eventually Jason was completely naked, but Adam seemed happier about this than disturbed. He let another burp out before the voice continued to talk.

“And I’m sure you remember how...dominant...Jason is.” And Adam did. He remembered how coercive Jason was when feeding Adam, getting him to down an entire table in just under an hour. Jason made Adam feel like a fat pig, and this was no different in the bedroom. Adam couldn’t remember once being on top, always wanting to please Jason as much as he could.

After a few more minutes of naked Jason photos, the TV went pitch black before turning off. Adam had nearly cum 4 times throughout his “reminders” but he didn’t really seem to notice. He had ejaculated so much during the night because of the chair that he didn’t realize when he busted his load.

“Now, it’s breakfast time. Eat up!” The voice finally said to break the silence. But Adam didn’t even realize the voice had spoken, his face full of bacon and donuts from the two people in space suits. The voice was then quiet as Adam ate. The boy continued to be pleasured from behind, feeling a constant state of hungry, horny and pleasurable relief.

Just as fast as Adam was fed breakfast, he was fed lunch. “Hungry, mphf, need to eat…” Adam said as he was stuffed with burgers and fries, among other greasy junk. Grease dripped down his chins and onto his moobs, as well his chubby cheeks. Burps and farts continued to be released from the growing pig and he seemed to be sweating more too. He looked to be exhausted just from eating the food shoved in his face. Adam didn’t think anything was wrong and just wanted to eat.

Dinner soon came and Adam didn’t flinch at the sound of several carts being pulled up to him. He didn’t see them because of the dark room and his fat obscuring his vision, but he didn’t really care what the food looked like. Adam cared about it being in his gut, opening his mouth wide to be fed more. Greasy pork was shoved in his open maw, along with more fries, creamy potatoes and more juicy turkey. “Want...more...hungry…” Adam panted out before a belch erupted from him.

All the while Adam’s ass was still being toyed with by the chair. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t rock hard, his dick somehow still spurting out cum. Gluttony and lust clouded his mind, Adam being reduced to his base desires. He continued to be fed, sweat dripping in between his rolls and onto the chair.

As Adam finished a turkey, he opened his mouth expecting more food. Nothing came, however, which annoyed him a bit. The feeling in his rear stopped too, with a loud “plop!” sound being accompanied with the feeling of his ass being empty. No longer was there pleasure from behind or food from the front, so Adam was left with nothing to do but wait.

Adam tried to admire his body as he waited, seeing how big he had grown from all the eating he did. His belly drooped down in front of him, hanging nearly to his ankles. Each of his moobs looked to be the size of two pillows stacked in one pillow case, his nipples now as wide as a pepperoni slice on a pizza. Adam didn’t feel like he could move his arms, or at least move them very well. The same went for his legs, which were connected to thighs so wide they’d intimidate a redwood tree. Adam’s face was swaddled with 3 chins that were dangerously close to adding a fourth. His cheeks were as big as his face once was, jiggling whenever Adam made the slightest movements. And Adam’s ass, which had been constantly jiggling from the treatment from the chair, was holding him up about 3 or 4 feet in the air. Each butt cheek looked to be around the size of an exercise ball, all completely made out of adipose.

The sound of footsteps snapped Adam out of his admirable trance, figuring the two people were back to feed him some more. However, they appeared empty-handed and simply said, “Let’s go.” “No desert?!” Adam shouted, but realized that took a lot of energy out of him. “I...need to...eat…” He panted afterwards.

“Oh, you’ll get enough desert to last you until next year. Just get up so we can get you to where you need to go.” The person in the suit said. However, that’d be easier said than done. Adam looked like he was stuffed into the chair, his love handles over flowing from the arms of the chair and Adam’s ass and thighs were pouring out of the spaces under the chair arms. The two people in suits tried to lift the sweaty boy up, but it only resulted in creaking from the chair. Eventually, Adam felt the creaking grow more intense until it finally snapped under him. Adam jiggled for a good 5 minutes, his belly and rolls bouncing up and down along with his ass cheeks and moobs.

Afterwards, the two people heaved the fatty up, struggling to keep hold with all the sweat pouring from Adam’s body. Adam tried to help by lifting his legs, but that did nothing but move his belly a bit. The fat boy let out a fart from all the movement before panting, “Where...are...we...going?”

The people in suits didn’t even look at him, waiting a second before saying, “You’ll remember soon enough.” Remember? Were they taking him to a place he had been before? Did Adam actually know these people? What was even going on? Adam plagued himself with enough questions that he passed out from mental and physical exhaustion, not even being conscious to leave the room he had been trapped in for so long.

When Adam woke up, his eyes had to adjust to the sunlight. Was he outside? The more his eyes adjusted the more he realized he was just inside a well-lit room for the first time in a while. He was in front of a beautiful fireplace, the sides made out of well-crafted stone with a wooden finish on top. The walls were also beautiful stone, and Adam realized he was sitting on a very comfortable black leather couch. Looking to his left, Adam saw a very well decorated Christmas tree with numerous delicately wrapped presents underneath. Adam felt very out of place in this fine, luxurious room being the sweaty, fat pig of a slob he was.

However, Adam felt like he recognized this room. But, where exactly was it? As Adam tried to think, he got a massive spike of a headache thinking of his life. Luckily a loud, excited scream, one he recognized, put him in a good mood. He turned towards his right, where the scream came from, and gave an excited, “Babe!”

The brown haired, blue eyed boy ran over to the sweaty blob and gave him a big hug. “This is the best present ever!” He shouted, giving Adam a big kiss on the lips. “Well, we had to make it for the best son ever!” The father said, and the mother followed up with, “Merry Christmas Jason. You still have more presents to go through with Adam!”

The family enjoyed their opening of Christmas gifts, Jason receiving seemingly everything he asked for and Adam getting some new clothing, most notably an incredibly large thong. Adam remembered he was visiting...no wait...he lived with his boyfriend, Jason. Adam couldn’t remember living otherwise, so he was puzzled as to how he got any other idea in his mind.

After unwrapping presents, everyone headed towards the dining room for Christmas lunch. Adam, of course, would be getting a Christmas dinner later, but Jason and his parents usually filled up on Christmas lunch so much they couldn’t spare a bite for dinner. Adam sat in his huge seat, almost like a throne, though it looked the same as all the other chairs. Jason sat on Adam’s sweaty lap, which was mostly just Adam’s belly at this point. Jason fed Adam nearly everything that wasn’t on his parents’ plates, nearly forgetting to eat himself. Adam graciously ate whatever Jason held in front of him, letting out a belch as he finished the food.

“Lunch was great Mrs. Trebuk!” Adam thanked Jason’s mother. She graciously thanked him for the compliment as Adam tried to stand up, with Jason’s help of course. Adam started to waddle towards the living room to relax, but Jason had other plans. “We’re not done just yet.” He whispered to his large boyfriend. Adam felt his tool poke into his fat at the sound, excited for what came next.

Jason led Adam into his bedroom, which looked to be the size of a regular master bedroom. The bed was bigger than a king sized bed, which was necessary for Adam’s size. Jason heaved his boyfriend on the bed before he started stripping down. “This is my Christmas gift to you, fatty.” Jason said as he let go of his thong, revealing his sizable package. Jason then got on the bed with Adam, who was lying on his stomach, and then behind Adam.

Adam braced for what came next and excitedly moaned as Jason entered him from behind. “I’m so glad I have my fat piggy to play with. You’ll love this too I bet, you sweaty blob.” Jason said as he rammed himself into Adam, having to because of Adam’s ginormous ass cheeks. Adam just moaned, everything just bringing him massive amounts of pleasure.

A few moments later, the bed was covered in Jason and Adam’s sweat, though it was mostly the latter’s. Adam could feel himself coming to a climax, as well as Jason. Jason moaned out Adam’s name as he released into the pig, shortly afterwards saying, “Merry Christmas fat boy.” Adam came himself shortly after, panting and mumbling to himself, “This...is the best...Christmas...ever…” Adam passed out shortly after, waiting for his Christmas dinner, which would be just as fulfilling.

Epilogue

The Trebuk family was a very well-off family. Mr. Trebuk had inherited his family’s programming company, among the other stocks his father had invested into other companies. Mrs. Trebuk was a famous psychologist, renowned for her study in psychoanalysis and suggestion. Having made several books and gone on many early morning talk shows, she brought in nearly as much money as her esteemed husband.

Their son, Jason, was also well-off, but more genetically than in regards to his success. Jason had inherited his father’s metabolism and body, but his mother’s eyes and hair. The combination made Jason a typical pretty boy, though Jason had a bit more muscle than the average ‘pretty boy’ archetype you’d expect.

Jason was also peculiar in the fact that he was gay. With his fame on social media apps like Instagram, TikTok and Twitter for his body, one would expect him to be straight, just like most other boys were. But that wasn’t the most interesting thing about Jason either. Jason liked bigger guys, and not guys who were just more muscled and had a bit of fat on them. No, Jason’s ideal boyfriend was one who was huge, fat and barely mobile.

He had even expressed this to his parents, as the family was very open about their lives. So, when his parents asked Jason what he wanted for Christmas, it wasn’t surprising when he said, “I want a boyfriend who’s a fat pig, but I don’t want someone who’s already fat. I want a guy who’s thin and fit, like me, but make them fatter. And I want them to adore me. And I want them to be a slob. And…” Jason trailed on and on, his parents getting a little skeptical they could even fulfill his wish. Hell, they were concerned they could even get their son a boyfriend.

They proposed saying something on social media about it, but Jason told them he didn’t want his online personality to invade his life. He’d rather his fans think of him as a typical, attractive guy who flaunts his body online. Jason had been hoping this would bring him modeling opportunities, which it did now that he had turned 18, but he would be lying if he didn’t say he appreciated the attention.

As Jason finished up with what he wanted, his mother asked, “Is there anyone at school you like? We could try to base our ideas from there.” Jason eagerly went to his room, but his parents weren’t sure what he was doing. He came back with his yearbook, flipped to a marked page and pointed to a photo of a boy in his same year.

His father put on his reading glasses, while Jason’s mother tried to lean over for a view. “Adam Kolstit?” They both asked in unison. “Yup! He’s sooooo pretty! And I think he’d look even better as a fat pig!” Jason said, his parents afraid of him going on like he had earlier.

“Well, why don’t your mother and I talk about this for a bit and you’ll see what happens on Christmas.” Mr. Trebuk told his son. “Thank you thank you thank you!” Jason said, hugging both his parents tightly. The parents laughed and went back to their bedroom, locking the door so they weren’t disturbed.

“That boy is a handful.” Mr. Trebuk said. “And a half!” His wife added, then going on to say, “How are we gonna get a boy, another human, as a Christmas present?!” Her husband didn’t respond, busily typing away on his computer. “Are you even listening Dave?!” She yelled at him. “Quiet, Amanda, I think I’ve got our out.” Dave said, motioning his wife to his monitor.

Being the CEO of the programming company the town uses on a majority of their technology, Dave had access to nearly every computer in town, and this included security cameras. On screen, he had the camera right outside of a restaurant downtown. “That’s him!” Amanda said, pointing towards the boy. “I know it’s him that’s why I called you over here!” Dave yelled back. “Well follow him!” Amanda retorted. Dave kept switching to cameras until he saw an open field.

“Great Dave, we lost him.” Amanda whined. Dave kept watching the screen though, and said, “Don’t think so.” He pointed to a figure in a blue jersey with long, white pants on. They had a ball in their hands, which they dropped to the ground and kicked around. “So he likes soccer. Big deal.” Amanda said, walking away from the computer to sit on the bed. “It is a big deal! We know where he goes in the afternoon now!” Dave said

“Well now what? It’s not like I can just psychologically make him what Jason wants.” Amanda muttered. Dave then sat up, “But what if you could?” “Huh? I swear you get more senile every-” Amanda was interrupted by her husband saying, “The old warehouse a few miles out. We could store him there.” “And then what? We fatten him up in under a month?” Amanda questioned. Dave smirked and said, “Don’t worry, I know people. With your cooking and their science, we can make him ten times the size he is now.” Amanda then perked up to the plan, “And with my suggestive techniques…” “Now you’re getting it!” Dave complimented his wife. The two had a plan and just needed to execute it. Jason would have his fat boyfriend by the time Christmas came around.

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The Barn 4 - The Pole

(Prompt #1 for Summer of Whump)

Yes, I’m coming in at the last minute with one more Summer of Whump prompt, and yes, it’s prompt #1. Also, if you read more than one of my series I’m sorry that this one is kinda like that one chapter of In Irons...? But I actually thought of this one first, and yes, it was inspired by Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.

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Warnings: captivity, restraints, dehumanization, references to beating, mild blood, starvation, dehydration, nausea, emeto, fainting, heat exhaustion/stroke, probably medically inaccurate

Stetson dropped Jacob’s foot, and another puff of red dust went up into the air, joining the cloud that his body had created as it was dragged. It would have been the perfect time for him to leap up and try to run again, but he couldn’t move. His everything ached.

A second later a leather-clad hand gripped his arm and yanked him upright. Jacob’s head swam with the swift change in elevation and his nose throbbed. While he was busy trying to get the world to stop spinning around him, Stetson roughly pulled his arms behind his back and started winding rope around his wrists.

Fantastic. He hadn’t even gotten to enjoy them being free.

Once they were thoroughly wrapped and the rope pulled tight, Stetson stood, taking the tail end with him and jerking Jacob’s arms backwards in the process. He cried out in surprise, and tried to get up. His legs only cooperated enough to scoot him back a few inches, but it was enough to let his arms rest against his back again.

Whatever Stetson was doing, he finished up and came back around to squat in front of his captive, arms propped across his knees and brown eyes studying him just as emotionlessly as ever.

“Maybe a few days of this’ll teach you some manners.”

“Doubt it,” Jacob immediately shot back without thinking. “My mom’s been trying to teach me manners for twenty-six years. I wouldn’t count on a few days making much of a difference.”

Stetson huffed very lightly, something that almost could have been taken for a laugh if Jacob wasn’t positive the guy didn’t know how. “We’ll see.”

Straightening with a quiet popping of joints, he turned and strolled away.

There was no way he was just leaving Jacob alone and able to run off. Craning his neck painfully around, he finally took a look at what was behind him. A post. A wooden post, probably coming up to around his shoulders. And the rope that was tying his wrists was looped through a metal hook in the top and knotted.

Okay, no problem. Jacob was good with his hands, he had nimble fingers from spending all day typing code. Struggling to his feet, he bent over forward so that he could reach and felt his way up the rope until he reached the knot, fingers fumbling around it, trying to get a sense of where it started.

Instead, he found a padlock.

Jacob let out a frustrated scream, the first time he’d actually had a chance to vent his feelings since this whole nightmare began. It felt good enough that he did it again. Then he ran forward, as hard as he could, as if he was somehow going to break the rope or pull the post out of the ground instead of nearly ripping his shoulders out of socket when he abruptly reached the end of his lead.

Tied to a stupid pole like...like a horse, or a dog. He was a human, dang it! Who did these people think they were, treating another person like this? The last…forty-eight? seventy-two? He didn’t even know how many hours anymore...had been completely flabbergasting, just seeing the sheer number of people who thought this was perfectly okay. And now he was stuck, in the middle of nowhere, with some psychopath who thought he was gonna what, train him? To do what, he didn’t even want to know.

Night was falling by then. Jacob was beyond exhausted, and resigned himself to sinking back down to the dirt, resting his back against the pole and getting as comfortable as possible.

The next day dawned with little sleep having been found. The sharp pains of yesterday had given way to stiffness and aches that made it hard to pry himself off the ground. His face was coated with dried blood and who knows what else, making him sticky and disgusted in addition to everything else.

He’d really never liked the outdoors that much. He was much more at home inside, in front of a computer. The outside had far too many things that could get you dirty, like, you know, dirt, for instance, like the kind of dirt he was currently sitting on and covered in. Most of his friends growing up had been your typical rough-and-tumble boys who lived for mud puddles and rolling down grassy hills, but Jacob had never been able to stand the feeling of being dirty.

Sweat was a thing encountered more often outdoors, too, and was just as bad as dirt. He could feel it, collecting underneath his shirt as the sun rose higher in the wide, blue sky. There was nothing in the way of shade in this field. Just dirt, dust, and more dirt, all surrounded by a wooden fence. A corral, probably. Meant for horses, not people.

The heat only grew more intense as the day wore on. There was no sign of Stetson, no indication that he would be bringing food or water or coming to untie him. Jacob hadn’t had anything to eat since this whole thing had begun, and no water since before the auction. His tongue was beginning to stick to the roof of his mouth.

He tried pacing around the pole, circling until the rope was tightly wound one way before turning and going the other way. His brain wasn’t used to boredom. There was always something to think about, always something to do. But now the only thing to think about was how absolutely screwed he was, and that wasn’t helping anything.

He tried pulling some more, too, not running this time, but turning until he could grip the rope in his hands and tugging backwards with all his might. Which, to be honest, wasn’t a lot. He was a computer geek, okay, working out wasn’t high on his list of priorities. The moral of the story was, pulling on the rope did nothing but make his back and arms ache even more.

The heat and the lack of stimulation made the day drag on and on forever. Jacob’s stomach moved from groaning to aching to roiling. If there had been anything in it, he was sure it would have been expelled. His head pounded something awful, and he wasn’t sure whether it was from heat or light or lack of water or having it repeatedly bashed in the day before.

By the time the sun finally started to sink beneath the horizon, his clothes were soaked with sweat, which was not only gross but also turned cold once night fell. He never thought that he’d actually miss the sun once it was gone. But now he was shivering, and the headache hadn’t gone away, and his stomach felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out, and he was pretty sure there was dirt in his mouth, and he was completely, totally, miserable.

Day two was somehow even worse than the first. Jacob tried standing up and stretching his legs, walking around the pole again, but he was so dizzy that he collapsed right back to the ground. Groaning, he dropped his forehead against the pole, grinding particles of dust further into his skin.

His...dry...skin. He didn’t know much about health and science, like, at all, but he was pretty sure not sweating in this heat was not a good thing. He almost felt cold still, like the chill of the night was clinging to his skin.

Hours dragged by. Every time he swallowed, it felt like nails going down his throat. Moving his head in any direction made the world swim around him, the blinding rays of the sun making spots dance across his vision. His stomach kept feeling worse and worse until he finally ended up folding over, retching uselessly again and again until every muscle in his torso was on fire and his head felt like it was exploding.

His only vague thought was, am I gonna die? before he fell face-first into the dirt and passed out.

A blast of cold woke him. He tried to gasp for air, but instead inhaled a mouthful of freezing water, sending him into a coughing fit that racked his sore stomach muscles. But the water just kept coming. It was harsh enough that he couldn’t even sit up against the onslaught, not that he was sure he had the energy to, anyway. The spray scoured every inch of his bare skin, leaving it stinging from both the pressure and the cold.

But it was water. Sweet, beautiful water. As soon as he stopped coughing he tried his best to gulp it in, letting the cold coat his scratchy throat.

He wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved when the spray finally stopped. Bringing up weary, unbound hands, he wiped the drips from his eyes, blinking blearily up at Stetson, who dropped the hose and stared him down.

“You didn’t last as long as I had planned.”

“M-maybe…” His voice came out as a croak, and he attempted to clear it. “Maybe you should try some...food ‘nd water. Haven’t...had any of that in a while.”

Stetson continued to stare with crossed arms for another moment before walking over and grabbing onto his ankle again. “You just had your water. Maybe you can have food tomorrow. We’ll see how well you behave.”

Ignoring Jacob’s weak protests and attempts to fight, he dragged him away from the doorway of the barn and into a nearby stall. Iron bars reached from the half wall up to the ceiling, giving it even more of a prison cell feel. The only good news was that he didn’t bother to tie him up this time, just threw him inside and left, shutting the door with a deafening creak and an ominous click.

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The Things You Give Part 16

eteven Hyde X Reader

Here is part 16! I know it’s a little short, but I’m hoping I can still deliver! Let me know what you think. Tags list is open!

Hyde and the rest of the boys didn’t return home from the party until almost five am. Y/n heard Eric and Hyde stumble their way downstairs and into their respective rooms before hearing Eric’s door quietly shut. So, it was a no surprise when she woke up around nine-thirty, the boys weren’t at the breakfast table.

“Hi Ma,” she greeted Kitty in a chipper tone and sat down next to Red. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Hey, you seem to be feeling better,” Kitty commented and passed her a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast.

“I am. I finally feel like I have my appetite back,” Y/n said and greedily grabbed the plate, ready to dump the contents of it down her throat. Her stomach knotted and rumbled as she started shoveling food into her mouth. She hummed, satisfied.

“Boy, you’re really hungry,” Kitty said. “All that time throwing up, you got to put some stuff back in.

Y/n hummed again, this time in response. “I forgot how good food tastes.”

“So, where are the boys?” Kitty asked as she focused on her own food.

“They went out to a party last night and didn’t get home till late,” Y/n answered casually.

“Well, that explains the noises I heard,” Kitty answered. “Did you go with them?”

“No, why?”

“Because I heard a girl’s voice last night and I thought it was you,” Kitty replied confused.

“What?” Y/n asked, suddenly not hungry anymore.

“What? Steven brought another girl home?” Red asked, annoyed, breaking the tension in the air. “He knows he’s not allowed to bring home any floozies home!”

“He brought home a girl?” Y/n asked, trying not to sound hurt. She shrugged, trying to come off as she didn’t care. She took a couple more bites before she couldn’t take it anymore and dropped her fork on her plate. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, honey, don’t tell me you’re feeling sick already,” Kitty asked, worried.

“Maybe. I think I ate too fast,” she lied and excused herself to the basement.

Down on the couch, she caught a blonde sleeping soundly on the couch. Her heart sank once again as she stormed her way into Steven’s room who was sleeping soundly in his bed. It took everything in her to not grab the nearest thing and beat him. Instead, she knelt beside him and gently kissed his lips, waking him.

He gently woke and slowly opened his eyes, grinning when he saw her. Clearly, he was still a little drunk.

“Honey?” she said sweetly.

“Yeah, baby?” he croaked, his morning voice much deeper and dare she say it, very sexy. If she wasn’t seething, she’d want to do it with him right there and then.

“You want to tell me what the hell a girl is doing on the couch?!” she practically yelled.

Steven immediately sat up, sobering up quickly. “What?”

“Look, I know you’re still a little drunk, but there is a blonde bitch on my couch and I’d like to know why,” Y/n said and crossed her arms. “Who is she and what is she doing here?”

“That’s Amber,” he replied and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Oh, Amber?” she couldn’t help but show her green side. “That doesn’t explain why the hell Amber is on my couch.”

“You think I brought her home?” Steven asked, feeling insulted.

“That’s why I’m asking.”

“I can’t believe you’d think I’d do that to you!”

“Well, you still haven’t answered the question!”

“No, I didn’t bring her home!” he raised his voice, now standing in front of her. “Kelso brought her here and then ditched her when she passed out.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Y/n argued. “Why would Kelso bring a girl here and then ditch her?”

“I don’t know! We were all pretty sloshed last night,” Hyde answered. “God, why are you interrogating me?”

Now catching sight of his full face, she caught a slight red smudge across his lips. She could feel her heart physically breaking. “What’s that on your face?”

“What?” he asked and rubbed at his cheek.

“No,” she replied and brought a handheld mirror, that was laying on his bedside table, to his face. “What the hell is on your mouth? Is that lipstick?!”

Hyde was confused until he saw his reflection and did, indeed, see something red smudged on her face. His eyes widened in fear as he lowered the mirror and met her glazed eyes. If he were being honest, he barley remembered last night and didn’t know where that came from. “Wait, y/n. I can explain—”

Before she let him, she ran out the room to the couch where the girl was sleeping and looked at her face. She had a matching shade of lipstick, faded on her lips. She gasped and turned to him.

“How could you?!” she screamed at him, awaking Amber.

“What’s going on?” she slurred, valley girl accent mixed with sleepiness shined through.

“You kissed my boyfriend you slut!” Y/n screamed and lunged at her, but Steven caught her around her waist and pulled her back.

Amber scrambled for her shoes and her coat, running out the door. Y/n watched her leave and then slowly turned to Steven with her hands on her hips. She was fighting tears as she stared at the man before her; scared and trembling. Hyde knew he was about to lose her if he didn’t act quickly.

“Y/n, baby, please let me explain,” he said, shaking and reached out for her, but she quickly pulled away. Hurt flashed across his face, but quickly went away when he saw the tears racing down her cheeks. “I didn’t kiss her.”

“Then why do you have her lipstick on your lips?” she asked, her voice breaking.

He wanted to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness, but he didn’t know what he would be begging her forgiveness for. He couldn’t remember last night. All he remembered were flashing and blurring lights, lots of alcohol, and chicks draping over him.

“I…don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I don’t remember anything from last night.”

She let out a choked sob and turned away from him. “You made out with some girl and don’t even remember it?”

“How could you assume that I made out with a chick without me remembering?” he asked, trying to be logical. “What if she kissed me?”

She turned back to him, her eyes red. “And did you let her?”

“I don’t think so,” he answered and screwed his eyes shut, fighting to remember the night before. “I remember her coming up to me and flirting with me, but then I turned away and that’s it. I can’t remember anything else.”

“Well, try,” she snapped.

“Please, doll, you have to believe me,” he begged and grabbed for her hands. “I love you. I would never do that to you.”

“This is exactly what Zack did to me,” she whispered and didn’t even try to choke back a sob. She felt her chest start to collapse on her and she felt her legs grow weak. Hyde’s heart broke at the sight of her and felt an even heavier weight fall on his chest when he knew he couldn’t help her feel better. “I trusted you.”

“You can still trust me,” he said, his voice weak. “I didn’t do anything.”

“The lipstick says otherwise,” she growled and yanked her hands away from his. “I need some air. I can’t even look at you right now.”

She turned to leave and at that moment, Kelso walked through the door wearing fresh new clothes. Y/n pushed passed him without a word and ran up the cement stairs.

Kelso looked to Hyde who looked like he was about to collapse himself. “What happened?” he asked.

“Y/n thinks I cheated on her with that Amber chick,” he replied, legs wobbling. He took a seat on the couch and put his face in his hands, hunching over. “She doesn’t believe me when I say I didn’t. But given the way it looks, I probably wouldn’t believe me neither.”

“Well, that’s cause you didn’t,” Kelso said matter-of-factly and sat down beside him.

“What?”

“She came onto you,” Kelso explained.

“Again, what?”

“Well, Amber, for some reason, wanted you instead of me, so all night she was following you around like a lost puppy. When you left to use the restroom, that’s when she used the opportunity to get you alone and when she planted one on you, you pushed her away and told her to kick rocks.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, I saw the whole thing.”

“And why was she here?”

“Because she was too drunk to go home and she couldn’t give Eric her address, so you let her crash here instead,” Kelso responded, knitting his eyebrows together.

Hyde’s eyes began to water, but he quickly covered them by rubbing his eyes and swiped a hand down his face. “Did Forman see anything too?”

“Yeah, he saw the whole thing.”

A light bulb went off in Hyde’s head and he jumped up. “I need you to help me prove that to y/n,” he said.

“How?”

“I don’t know…maybe you and Forman can get her to sit down and listen.”

“You really think that’s going to work?”

“It has to.”

“Alright, well when Forman wakes up, we need to find her,” Hyde said and made his way back to his room to change.

“Sounds like a plan, but first, coffee.”

--Time Skip—

Y/n didn’t even know how she got there, but she somehow found herself driving to the water tower. She felt safest up there; isolated, alone, and quiet. Where the wind allowed her to weep and sob, wiping her tears as it carried the sounds away into the air. Where she felt the sun kiss her and envelope her in its warm embrace and the moon to shine brightly down at her, as if listening to her cries and rants.

She climbed her way up the tower and before she could sit down, she broke down into ugly and shuddering sobs. She trusted him. She trusted him. The feeling of his safety lied. It lied! The timer, the feeling, the love, all of it!

She brought a hand to her stomach and wondered what was going to happen now. She thought she felt hurt before, but this kind of pain was worse than she’s ever felt. She never thought this man would ever betray her or make her feel low as she did now. Her chest and stomach hurt, and she couldn’t tell if the nausea was coming from the crying or the pregnancy.

Tears continued to rain down her face as she looked up at the sky, asking God why? She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but her heart and soul wouldn’t allow her to. Why did she get stuck in situations with these kind of men? Why was she so stupid like this? Why did she have to fall in love with hers and brother’s best friend? But all she could think is, why?

She looked back down at herself and noticed how pathetic she must’ve looked. How embarrassed she was just to be up there, feeling alone, scared, humiliated, and most of all: hurt. How could she let another guy do this to her and worst of all, knock her up? Now, he was really going to leave her.

“Hey,” a soft voice said, pulling y/n out of her tumultuous thoughts.

“Hey,” she responded, watching as Donna pulled herself onto the water tower. “You hear what happened, huh?”

“Yep,” Donna answered and sat next to y/n.

“How did you know where to find me?”

Donna scoffed. “It was either here or Mt. Hump. Thought I’d check here first.”

Y/n couldn’t help but give her a half smile; A smile of appreciation. “Where is he?”

“Looking for you.”

“I don’t want to see him right now.”

“Maybe you don’t, but you should really hear him out,” Donna said gently. “He has all of us looking for you.”

Elena groaned. “I’m a mess. I don’t want to see anybody right now.”

“Please?” she asked. “He really needs to explain what happened.”

“What’s there to explain?” Elena asked and wished she had a beer in her hand. “He kissed another chick.”

“Uhm, no. That’s actually not what happened.”

“Oh, he told you too?” Elena wiped at her face and glared at the trees in front of her.

“No, actually Eric and Kelso did.”

“What?” Elena asked and turned to Donna. “What does that mean?”

“Eric and Kelso saw the whole thing.”

“And?”

Donna sighed and turned to look at y/n fully. “He was telling you the truth. I really think you should go talk to Eric and Kelso. They saw the whole thing.”

Y/n looked down at her shoes, fighting tears. “I haven’t even told him yet.”

“Well, now’s a good time, don’t you think?” Donna asked and brushed y/n’s hair off her shoulder. “It’s gives you a chance to explain your crazy hormones.”

“Hey, I didn’t overreact.” Donna gave her a look. “Okay, maybe a smidgen.”

“Look, you had every right to think and feel the way you did, but you didn’t have to attempt a murder on her.”

“Yeah, that’s my bad.”

“Come on, let’s go.”

Y/n followed Donna down the ladder only to be met with the group, minus Hyde, waiting for her at the bottom. “What the hell is this? I thought I was meeting everyone back at the basement?”

“Not yet,” Eric said, coming forward. “Y/n, you have to believe Hyde. He didn’t kiss that girl. She came onto him and when she did, he pushed her away.”

Y/n’s face softened. “Really?”

“Yes,” he responded. “Kelso and I saw the whole thing.”

“Oh,” y/n sighed and sat down on the hood of the car. “Well, what do you guys expect me to believe when her lipstick is on his mouth?”

“I know. I would’ve thought the same thing,” Jackie answered and sat down next to her. “But Steven wouldn’t do that.”

“Yeah, he always said he doesn’t need the drama in his life to handle two chicks like when Kelso juggled Laurie and Jackie,” Donna chuckled.

“Hey, that was a bad time for me,” Michael defended.

“And then Hyde would say, ‘Bad for you, hilarious for us,’” Fez said, mocking the best American accent he could.

“I guess you guys are right,” Y/n said shamefully.

“Yeah, you should probably apologize to him,” Kelso said. “From what he told me, you went crazy when you saw Amber.”

Y/n scoffed. “I did not. I just don’t like other bitches coming onto him.”

“He said you lunged at her,” Eric deadpanned.

“Okay, yeah, well that I did, but—”

“You’re jealous,” Kelso smiled. “You love him! You think of another woman being all up in business and you lose it!”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Y/n said waving her hand.

“But you loooooovvee him,” Kelso sang-song.

“Kelso, stop,” Y/n warned.

Kelso laughed and leaned against the car. “That girl was hot though. I wonder if she’s hot in bed.”

Y/n shook her head and rubbed her temples.

“I mean, I can’t believe that she chose Hyde over me,” he continued, ignoring y/n’s death glare. “I’m the one with the good looks, not him.”

“Yeah,” Y/n responded. “But Hyde’s the one with the brains.”

“Yeah, but that’s not what chicks want.”

“What do we want then?” Donna challenged him.

“Well, you know, a good lookin’ guy who can please his woman,” Kelso answered as if it was obvious.

“You know what girls want right?” Y/n asked. “They don’t want a guy like you, who by the way, I’ve heard you’re not the best in the sack—”

“Jackie!” Kelso screeched, turning towards Jackie who was leaning against the car.

“What?!” she asked. “I didn’t say anything! Recently.”

“Jackie didn’t have to say anything,” Y/n answered. “You’ve slept your way around the whole town that almost every woman in this town have something in common with each other. Women talk, man.”

“Well, you know what, y/n? Guys don’t like girls like you: loud and not slutty,” Kelso retaliated.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” Y/n laughed. “Alright, girls like guys that know how to read.”

“Guys like girls who aren’t bitches.”

“Girls like guys who’s thing isn’t small!” Y/n countered and narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, I’ve seen you when you streak, Kelso. It is not impressive as you say it is. Hyde definitely outdoes you.”

Donna laughed, Jackie exclaimed in shock while laughing, Fez yelled, “Burn!” and Eric screeched, causing y/n to smirk at Kelso.

“Yeah! Well,” Kelso countered off, cheeks puffing and reddening. “Guys don’t like chubby girls!”

Y/n’s smile dropped instantly. “That’s not funny! That’s not even true!”

Kelso mimicked the smirk y/n was wearing a minute prior. “But it is!” he continued. “You used to be really hot but here lately, you’re starting to puff up. Maybe you should jump on a treadmill, huh Chubsters?”

Y/n’s blood started to boil. She knew she was starting to look the slightest swollen, but she didn’t think anyone would notice, but of course Kelso notices everything on a woman’s body. That pig.

Kelso noticed that he was getting under her skin, so he kept going. “Yeah, I’m surprised Hyde hasn’t noticed how puffy your cheeks have gotten.”

Y/n gently brought her hands up to her burning face. She wanted to hit him—no, she wanted to puke on him, but she couldn’t control it like that. Donna and Jackie noticed her demeanor and shot Kelso a warning look, but of course he didn’t even acknowledge them.

“Don’t you bring Hyde into this!” Y/n practically screamed and Fez had to jump in front of y/n. With them so immersed in the conversation, no one heard the El Camino pull up behind them.

“Hey, hey calm down, now,” Fez whispered in her ear.

“No, I will not calm down!”

“Why? Does that bother you?” Kelso smirked.

“Kelso, I swear to God, if you don’t stop, I’m going to hit you so hard, your ancestors are going to feel it!” Y/n growled.

“It might actually make him smart for once,” Donna grumbled to Jackie who snickered.

“Why does it bother you so much anyway?” Kelso genuinely asked.

“Because I’m pregnant, you ass!” Y/n’s eyes widened as she realized what she just said. She looked over to see Donna and Jackie giving her the same look while Fez and Kelso stared at her open mouthed. She didn’t even want to turn around to see Eric’s reaction.

“You’re pregnant?”

Y/n spun around to see Hyde standing behind her stiff as a board, eyes frantically searching her face. He was silently begging that he misheard.

“Steven,” she gasped. “What’re you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” he answered quietly. “You’re pregnant?” he repeated.

The air around them was so still that y/n could hear her own heart beating in his ears. With a shaky breath, she replied under her breath, “Yes.”

Behind them, Eric was fuming. He’d never felt rage like this before and could’ve sworn, all he needed to do was turn green and he’d be the Hulk.

“You got my sister pregnant, you son of a bitch?!”

“What—” Before Hyde could finish his sentence, Eric had him on the ground, punching him anywhere he could get his fist to land.

“Eric! Stop!” Y/n yelled and ran over to her twin brother, trying to get him off Steven.

Steven laid there, arms shielding his face as he tried to dodge Eric’s punches. For someone being as skinny as him, he had very sharp and painful blows.

“Get off of him!” Y/n continued to shout as she tugged on Eric’s shoulder, but he flicked her hand off him as if she was a pest. “Eric, stop! You’re going to hurt him!”

“I’m pretty sure that’s the idea,” Fez said and recoiled when y/n turned around to glare at him.

“Are you guys not going to do anything?!” she asked exasperated. Kelso and Fez still stood there in shock, not able to move.

Hyde managed to grab Eric’s fists and twist them, causing a painful shriek to escape him as he fell to Steven’s side. Steven quickly got up backed away from Eric.

“Forman, you need to calm down!” he shouted as Eric stood.

“No, I am not going to calm down!” he yelled. “I can’t believe you did this!”

“Hey, it’s not just him!” Y/n defended. “It takes two, you know.”

“I don’t even want to look at you right now,” Eric spat at his twin and turned back to Hyde. “I told you to be careful! Now crap is really going to hit the fan!”

“Eric, you need to calm down!” Donna called out to her irate boyfriend.

“How are you so calm?!” Eric’s eyes somehow grew bigger. “You knew, didn’t you?!”

“Yes, I did,” she answered calmly. “I was the first one she told.”

“And you didn’t tell me anything?!”

“No, because she asked that I didn’t.”

Eric turned to y/n. “Throughout all of this, why haven’t I been the one you can come to? You came to me for everything and now it’s like you want to keep me out completely.”

“It’s not that, Eric. It’s just…I didn’t know how to process this myself. I’m scared and I don’t know how I’m going to tell Mom and Dad!”

“You’re going to tell Dad?” Eric laughed. “Give me a heads up so that I’m not around.”

“Why are you being such a dillhole?” Y/n seethed. “Look, I know you’re beyond pissed right now, but I could really use your help.”

“Why should I?” Eric snapped.

“Because when you and Donna thought she was pregnant last year, I did whatever I could to help and make sure you didn’t get slaughtered by dad!”

“Well, clearly, you didn’t do a great job because I still got my ass kicked!”

“Dad was going to send you off to military school and I begged him not to,” Y/n pointed out. “I needed you here then and I need you now.”

Eric’s eyes softened but did not leave her face.

“Please, Eric,” she begged and grabbed his hand. “I need my twin by my side throughout all of this. You can’t leave again.”

Eric stared in his twin’s tear-filled y/c/e and turned away before he could give in. “I…I need to be alone.”

He turned away and stormed back into his car, driving off. Y/n sighed and turned around to face the others. Steven was staring at her while Donna and Jackie awkwardly stared at the ground. Kelso and Fez anxiously waited for anyone to say something.

“Look, Steven, I—”

“How far along are you?” he cut in.

Y/n swallowed hard. “Four weeks.”

Steven exasperated sighed. “You’re a month along and you didn’t even tell me?!”

“I tried!” she defended. “But every time I did, we kept getting interrupted.”

Steven turned away from her and ran a hand down his face. “Is it even mine?”

“Oh, dude,” Kelso sighed, shaking his head and nudged Fez. “Not even I did that.”

“You did try to deny it,” Fez responded. “Went as far as to run away out the bathroom window at the hub.”

Jackie nudged Fez in the ribs causing both of them to shut up.

Y/n’s jaw dropped. “How can you even say that?! Of course, it is, you dillhole!”

Hyde was silent for a minute before he shook his head. “God, why is it that every time something major happens, we have a freaking audience?!”

“I don’t know, Steven,” she sighed. “I guess God thinks it’s hilarious this way.”

“I don’t know how to take this,” he said and started pacing. “I’m going to be a father. We’re only eighteen and we’re going to be parents.”

“I know.”

“What are we going to do?” he asked, panic lacing its way through his voice.

“I don’t know yet. That’s why we need to sit down and discuss this.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I can do that right now,” he and fished for his keys in his pocket.

Y/n knitted her eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”

“I have to go,” he replied without looking at her as he got in his car.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to think,” he said shortly and quickly got in his car and drove off, leaving y/n with everyone else.

“Oh, God, y/n, I’m so sorry,” Kelso said gently.

“Sorry for what?” Y/n asked, her voice cracking. “It’s not like he’s leaving or anything. He just needs some time to think. And I think…I’m going to do the same.”

As she grabbed her keys from her coat pocket, Donna stopped her. “Are you okay? Do you need us for anything?”

Y/n quickly shook her head before she could start crying. “No, I just need to be alone right now.”

Donna nodded and watched y/n get in her car and drive off.

Jackie nudged Donna gently. “You think this going to go down smoothly?”

“No,” Donna responded honestly. “Not at all.”

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