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I Know The End | Ch. 6

Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: 18+, violence, mentions of SA, gore, animal abuse, murder, slight smut. (this chapter is really dark you guys, I apologize 😩)

Chapter Summary: The events of the ambush and it’s after effects. Personalities change and relationships shift.

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A/N: omg you guys i’m so sorry i took so long to write this, i’ve just been hecka busy, but chapter 6 is here now!! and this one will give you whiplash, i can tell you that for free. i hope you like it!!!! <3

chapter 6

Eren’s P.O.V.

“So, you’re the motherfucker who killed Colt.”

Eren’s eyes shot open. He was met with the sight of bruised knuckles curled around a trigger, visible because of the pale glow of the moon streaming in from the windows. He held his breath, swallowing at the fear that was bubbling up his throat, not even daring a twitch of movement in the case this lunatic was trigger happy.

The view of the man holding him at gunpoint was obstructed by the weapon digging into his forehead, leaving his identity shrouded in mystery. Eren’s mind was running rampant with all the possible ways he could get himself out of this situation, the gears turning furiously.

Though as the last dregs of sleep began to slip away from his form, and reality began to set in with the overworking of his mind, Eren suddenly remembered it wasn’t just him that resided in this church. He wasn’t alone anymore.

Another painful reminder was the sound of bodies struggling, cries of help muffled by the palm of a hand.

Y/N.

Eren’s body jolted, an involuntary response from his desperation to help her. His shoulders raised off of the pew, though he was forced back down as the man pushed his gun harsher into his skin. It was sure to leave a bruise.

The man clicked his tongue three times in disapproval. “Don’t make any sudden movements, Casanova. Unless you want a bullet lodged in your skull.”

A harsh breath of annoyance pushed out of Eren’s nose as he bit his tongue, holding back any of the threats that wanted to slip over it. A muscle twitched in his jaw, his hands slowly raising up in begrudging surrender.

“Sit up.” The man ordered, and Eren could do nothing but comply. His boots met the solid ground of the church, his teal eyes glared daggers at the man who was now visible to him in this new position.

He was surprisingly well-kept for a man living in the apocalypse, his skin free from grime and his sandy undercut hair slicked back neatly. Tipping Eren off that these guys had come from somewhere established, a safe community where this type of look was achievable. Which only meant that there would be even more people waiting on their return. More people to come looking if they never did. He would have to move the girls out of here quickly— if they ever made it out of this mess.

Eren forced himself not to flick his eyes towards the door in the back where he knew Gabby and Ellie resided, most likely completely oblivious to what was ensuing in the main room of the church. If this guy was at all observant, he didn’t want to risk the chance of them being found.

He did however let his eyes fall towards the altar, to where he knew Y/N to be— once another terrified whimper seeped through the fingers of her captor. His blood spiked red hot with anger when he saw thick arms locking her in place against a hardened chest, half her face covered by a large hand, leaving only the sight of her pleading eyes to tug at Eren’s heart. She struggled against the man’s grip, feet kicking restlessly. But the man was too large, too strong, and there was a wicked look in his hazel eyes, like he found amusement in the woman’s distress.

Eren wanted him dead.

“Don’t look at her.” The first man spat, using his gun to force Eren’s chin back towards him. “Look at me.”

Gritting his teeth, Eren met his gaze, the man seemed to be getting the same amount of enjoyment out of this endeavor just as much as his counterpart. He was obviously the type of person who relished in the anarchy, thrived in it. Eren abhorred these types.

“Care to tell me why… despite my attempts to reach out to my contact stationed at this post, I received no response from him?” The man questioned, eyebrows furrowed with feigned confusion.

“And then when I come to check up with him, I find him dead with an arrow right between the eyes?” He then continued, his tone far too nonchalant to be speaking of the death of a comrade.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eren said simply, his voice controlled.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk, a scoff ringing out into the air a second later. He shared a look with his partner before turning back towards Eren, shifting the gun to his temple.

“You sure about that?” He asked, bringing his face closer to Eren’s, his hot breath fanning over his skin. “Or is that not your crossbow?”

Eren’s eyes followed to where the man gestured with a nod, landing on Y/N’s crossbow that she had left leaned up against the pew that he had happened to choose that night. And it might’ve been odd, but Eren was grateful that the incriminating evidence pointed towards him and no one else. He was the one to blame. Hopefully he would be the sole receiver of whatever revenge they were planning.

“Oh.” Eren let slip from his lips, like the reminder flashed forward in time with the gesture.

“That’s all you have to say?” The man responded, “‘Oh’?”

“Yeah. I remember it now.” Eren answered with ostensible nonchalance, looking back towards him as if it were a casual conversation. “As I recall it, your contact didn’t put up much of a fight. He practically killed himself by getting in my way.”

A sharp sound of protest sounded out from Y/N, most likely trying to allude to the fact that it was her who killed their comrade and not Eren. He refused the urge to spare her a begging glance, to let him take the blame. He was unsure of what they would do if they knew the truth. And luckily (in Eren’s case), neither of the men took it as such, only believing she was still fighting against the forceful grip she was trapped under.

“Will you shut her up?” The man said, paying more attention to the distraction rather than Eren’s confession.

“I’m trying, Porco, but she’s not exactly putting up an easy fight.” The other replied, grunts of exertion protruding from his lips from every movement she made to get away from him. Eren felt a strange surge of pride at this, knowing that she was a fighter, just as he. It brought on a sense of hope that maybe they could get out of this unscathed, protecting the ones they care most about.

That all changed with the words that fell out of the so-called Porco’s mouth.

“I know a way we could get her to be quiet.” Porco replied, turning away from Eren. And though the gun was no longer pointed towards his skull, he was that much more afraid as Porco rounded on the woman in his partner’s arms.

“She is pretty…” He observed, stepping nearer. Y/N flinched away when he brought his knuckles up to her cheekbone, brushing against the skin that shined with frightened tears.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Eren seethed, standing up from the pew, fists clenched. Though his aggression was quickly put to rest when Porco pointed the gun back at him. The man surged forward, a harsh hand on Eren's shoulder, weapon pressing abrasively— once again— against his forehead. He was brought down on his knees, complying when every part of him was screaming to fight, to draw blood, to kill.

“What was that?” Porco said as he advanced on him, maniacal with his words. “You don’t want me to touch her? That’s rich coming from you, Casanova.”

His grip was rough on Eren’s chin as he forced him to look up into his conniving facial features. Grin wicked as he licked his lips, every movement he made wanting Eren to drive his fist further and further into his skull.

“How about it, huh?” Porco sneered. “I’ll forgive you for killing my guy if you let me take a pass at your girl.”

“If you even lay a finger on her—”

“You’ll what?” He condescended, tilting his head in a way that angered Eren even further, “Have your brains splattered across the floor? I think you’re forgetting who has the upper hand here.”

Eren pushed his forehead against the weapon, trying desperately to prove that he wasn’t afraid. And maybe he wasn’t. His anger was forcing its way through every nerve in his body, enough so that he would stare down the barrel of a gun, knowing that whatever the outcome, she would remain unharmed. As long as she was safe, as well as the others hidden within the confines of the confession booth, he would do anything to take this threat away.

Though this was unapparent to the man who stood above him, who looked around the room as if he had an audience. Obviously taking pleasure in the chaos he was creating.

“You know what?” He said, his cruel smirk painting his features once more. “I don’t need your permission.”

Porco leaned forward, his lips pressed right up against Eren’s ear, correspondingly the gun was held up to his temple on the opposite side.

“I’ll fuck your girl right in front of you.”

There was a white blinding anger that surged through Eren’s core, forging through him with horrifying force. He imagined his teeth sinking into the skin of this man’s throat, ripping the tendons, blood pouring out from every crevice, making him pay for a comment like that, for the threat of his touch on Y/N’s skin. But the fantasy was interrupted by a harsh, agonizing scream.

And there were teeth and blood. But to Eren’s surprise it wasn’t his own.

Ellie had somehow escaped from the hidden confines of the confession booth. Her pointed teeth were digging their way through the forearm that was previously gripped around Y/N’s torso. Growls were escaping their way through the jaw that was locked around his appendage. Blood splattered across the floor.

“What the fuck?” The other man cried, trying to shake free from the grip of this dog that Eren had never felt more grateful towards, the defense that she provided allowing Y/N to slip free from his grasp. She fell forward, hands braced against the floor as she caught her breath. Though just as quickly, she looked back towards her dog, both she and Eren caught sight of the man lifting his arm in a powerful fist, bearing down on the dog that was fighting so valiantly.

“No!” Y/N screeched at the same exact time her dog let out a sharp and plaintive whimper under the strong blow the man ministrated against her. The dog released him, stumbling back— ears held against her head, tail tucked under her legs, wavering from the inflicted wound, looking so much weaker than what Eren had known of the animal. He wondered about the shaking dog Y/N had found in her basement, right on the precipice of the apocalypse.

But he couldn’t let the thought plague him for too long. Instead, under the distraction of it all, Eren brought the force of his elbow into Porco’s temple. The gun in his hand slipping from his grip, falling into Eren’s lap. It all felt so lucky, as Eren’s own hand wrapped around the weapon, fingers finding the trigger in a moment’s notice.

The man with his forearm bleeding freely was now advancing towards Y/N— dog forgotten as she cowered in on herself after that horrifying bludgeon. Y/N was scrambling, trying everything to get away, most likely hoping for a path that would allow her to get to her dog. What she didn’t notice was Eren pointing his newfound weapon at her adversary, and as soon as the man took another step forward, a bullet whizzed through the air, piercing itself between his eyes. Just as the arrow did his compatriot. He fell to his demise just the same.

A frustrated, curdling roar of anger sounded out from beside Eren, and before he knew it he was down on the floor, wrestling with the weight of a maddened man who witnessed the death of yet another one of his comrades. The gun, unfortunately, slipped from his grip within the pandemonium, skidding across the floor.

All Eren could focus on was the man who had somehow gotten the advantage. His thighs were trapping Eren in place, hands gripped into the fabric of his t-shirt.

“I’ll kill you.” The man raged, hands shifting upwards, tightening around the expanse of Eren’s neck. Eren’s legs kicked from underneath the man, trying everything to break free as his vocal chords began to restrict under Porco’s grip, fresh air being lost to his lungs. But his anger was matched with Porco’s, both of them filled with adrenaline from the actions taken against those closest to them. And with the upper hand now in Porco’s favor, Eren was at a disadvantage.

He was gasping, searching for any breath that could provide his lungs with relief. His fingers tugged at the rough hands wrapped around his throat. In each passing second death seeped in all around him from every corner of the earth. His life flashed before his eyes, starting with memories from his childhood, and then the beginning of the end, and the people he met throughout its duration. But all that mattered to him were the last couple of months when he found his humanity in the young girl he took in, as well as the last few days where his life finally felt complete now that he found—

A gunshot rang through the air once more. Porco’s grip loosened around Eren’s throat as he fell down beside him, brains now seeping onto the tiled floor, eyes glassy with death, perhaps a fate that was spoken into existence. Eren gasped in huge lungfuls of cold refreshing air, savoring the life that was almost taken from him. But his still-panicked gaze found purchase on the path the bullet had come from, landing on Gabby standing at the end of it. The gun was held aloft in her shaking hands, barrel steaming from the bullet that just blasted from its confines.

“Holy shit.” The young girl breathed, gun dropping to her side, “I just killed someone.”

“Gabby.” Eren croaked, vocal cords strained from the violence inflicted. He rolled over, propping himself up on shaky hands and knees. Regret brittled his bones, knowing that she had never done that before, wishing she didn’t have to at an age so young. It was a burden he never wanted her to bear. His efforts fallen flat within his missteps.

His movements were in an attempt to get to her, to make sure she was all right and that her humanity wasn’t being lost to her, the same way his own was the first time he drew blood. But once he was up on his knees, he caught sight of Y/N, sitting next to a dark lump on the floor. Eren’s heart lodged itself in his throat and before he knew it, he was up on his feet staggering over to where the woman sat, shoulders trembling with every sob that wracked through her body.

“Is she…” Eren choked out, dropping to his knees beside her, an arm instinctively wrapping around her shaking form. Despite her grievances, Y/N relaxed under his touch.

“She’s alive.” Y/N spoke, her voice small, almost to the point where her words came out as a whimper, though it was filled with an aching relief. Her hands smoothed over the head that now resided in her lap. The dog’s eyes were shut closed against the world around her, her breathing so shallow that Eren could hardly tell if her heart was still beating, he was hoping it was only because of the dark that surrounded them. Y/N continued her reassurances, almost as though she was trying to convince herself, even with the tremor that still plagued her.

“Just shaken up, is all. She’ll be alright… we’ve been through worse… But, Gabby��”

“—’m fine.” Gabby interrupted before any inquiries, she sat down on Y/N’s other side. “I’ll be alright too.”

“Gabby—” Eren started.

“I said I’m fine.” She reiterated, maybe a bit too harshly. Eren had opened his mouth to argue the fact, but then he felt as Gabby’s own arms snaked their way around Y/N’s waist, and the words faded off of his tongue.

All four of them were lost within their desperate need of solace, holding onto one another with shaking hands. Two dead bodies lay behind them, forgotten as they all sat in front of the altar with candles burned down to the wick. The faith that once was held in this building by previous loyal churchgoers now placed entirely on the delicate foundation of this forming bond between them.

Y/N’s P.O.V

8 years ago.

Chaos. That was all there was at the beginning.

It was like the world was distorted by a dark twisted filter of destruction. The sky seemed darker than usual, strange for a summer’s day in early June. There were rows and rows of stagnant cars as everyone tried to force their way out of the city. Soon replaced by horrified mobs that wouldn’t care if they trampled over those who tripped over their feet. All that mattered to the mass majority was to get away by all means from the ripping teeth and bloodied fingernails of the monsters that were now running rampant through the streets. Most of the efforts were in vain.

The bloodshed on that very first day was one of the worst blows humanity had ever taken.

Y/N was one of the few who was oblivious to the start of the apocalypse. A feat that seemed impossible, due to the fall of society that had overtaken their world. But she was on a train, headphones plugged in, her thoughts solely on the excitement of getting to see her family again after a year of being apart.

Though reality soon set in as the train started to slow to a stop, halfway between the two stations. Y/N remembered being annoyed at first, frustrated at the delay in her journey probably due to some technical difficulties, but the frustration was soon replaced by confusion as the passengers were evacuated from the locomotive.

The confusion then turned into fear when Y/N finally witnessed the chaos.

She tried calling her parents, her ear was met with low beeps as the call was disconnected. The lines were down, overrun with all the others trying to contact their loved ones. The people around her were no help, as they scrambled to find a way out of this mess once the conductor announced what was really going on. And as they all began to argue about what should be done— if they should take the train into one of the stations or wait for instruction from government officials— Y/N had decided that she could walk the rest of the way home.

With her luggage left behind, save for the backpack over her shoulder, she slipped away under the guise of all the mayhem.

It took her two days to finally reach the neighborhood where her house resided. The streets she grew up in were eerily quiet, nothing so much as stirring as Y/N made her way down the sidewalk.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t run into much during her journey home, since most of the damage was still convoluted within the bounds of the city. She didn’t run into any other living soul, only stopping to rest for thirty minutes at a time, eating the snacks she had preemptively packed for the journey home that should’ve been much simpler than this.

Every so often the ground would tremble, and in the distance would send echoes of great roaring booms. Perhaps the government had resorted to bombing what was left over… the thought unsettled Y/N in her bones.

She thought of her dog, who trembled at the sound of mere fireworks. Her heart ached. She prayed her family would have stayed home. Waiting for her. They had to know she would’ve done anything to get to them. They wouldn’t leave her behind.

However, her house was just as quiet as the street, proven by the lack of excited claws clacking against the floor, a sound she was used to hearing whenever she walked in through the front door. Her bottom lip began to tremble. But she wouldn’t let herself cry. Not yet.

Instead she moved into her kitchen. A place filled with happy memories of her little family making dinner all together. Her mom would be chopping vegetables, a bright grin on her face from the corny joke her dad just told as he stood over the stove. Ellie would be sitting on the precipice of the room, smart enough to know that Y/N’s dad would be quick to shoo her out if she attempted to step a paw further inside. Also smart enough to know that Y/N would eventually sneak her a piece of chicken when her dad was pretending not to look. All of those happy memories faded into these kitchen walls.

It looked so much emptier now that everyone was gone.

The image of her kitchen began to blur as tears filled the corners of Y/N’s eyes. Her throat was tight as she started to imagine the worst. Coming to terms with the fact that she was the only one left.

She was all alone.

Or was she?

An ominous creak rang out from deeper within the house, capturing the girl's attention. A knife that was left on the drying rack by the sink was now held secure in her hand. She ventured further into her childhood home, only stopping when she reached the closed door of her parents bedroom. There was a faded noise seeping in from under the door.

Y/N’s heart was racing. Her fingers grasped around the doorknob, turning slightly. The door creaked open as she pushed against it.

She was frozen in place.

That was until the sight in front of her had caused such a visceral reaction that bile forced its way up her throat. Unable to stop as she released the contents of her last feeble meal, splattering across the floor.

Y/N had heard briefly of what has been happening these last few days from a comment made by the conductor. That people have been turning into cannibals, eating at the flesh of their fellow man, aggressively and violently. Causing the people they bite to do the same, spreading the disease. And over the past forty-eight hours the girl feared having to run into one of those monsters. She didn’t. Until now.

Sat on the bed in the middle of the room were her parents. But not as she had ever known them.

Her father was hunched over the carcass of what used to be her mother. His teeth gnashing, crimson blood covering the expanse of his chin, as well as his fingers that dug into a gaping hole in her mom’s stomach, unaware of his daughter standing in the doorway. Though that changed when her coughing and hacking had caught his attention. He stared up at her with hungry eyes, slow moving, like he was about to pounce.

“Oh, dad.” Y/N mourned, holding the knife out in front of her, her tears now falling freely, burning hot down the skin of her cheeks. Is he not the man she once knew him to be? Does he not recognize his own daughter? Was she soon to have the same fate as her mother? The woman he married and always claimed to be the love of his life, now a gory mess on their marital bed?

Her father tumbled off of the mattress, his eyes still clouded over and angry. Lost in his irises— the same color as her own— was the warmth she had known throughout the eighteen years of her life. This thing was not her father. He was a monster standing in his place.

“Please…” Y/N whimpered as he started to stagger towards her, knowing that this could only end in one way. “Please, don’t.”

Of course he didn’t understand her, his possessed mind set on its current goal. Hands out reaching for her, a cruel imitation of when he used to do the same to pull her into a loving hug. A sob wracked through her body when she caught sight of a bloodied bandage wrapped around his forearm. Had he been one of the firsts to be bit? Had he not known what he would eventually turn into? Going to sleep besides his wife thinking it was just a freak accident and all would be fine in the morning?

The theories ran rampant in Y/N’s brain as she continued to back up, her father still lumbering towards her, hissing at the sight of her.

“Dad.” Y/N said again, almost like she was begging. Begging for him to stop. Begging him to turn back into the man that she once knew. She couldn’t do this without him. She couldn’t do this alone.

She was forced to stop when her back hit the wood of the door at the end of the hallway. It wasn’t fully shut, so it creaked as it slightly shifted back under the weight of her body. She knew what lay behind her. It was the staircase that led downstairs. She could escape down below, slam the door shut and avoid doing what she knew she had to.

But seeing him like this. Seeing her own dad, a shell of the man he once was, was too hard to bear. And she didn’t want to let this monster live in his place any longer than it already has. It was unfair that this thing had stolen her dad from her, stolen the feet stalking forward, stolen the hands reaching out, stolen the heart that was no longer beating, the eyes that were no longer loving and replaced it all with cold unfeeling death.

So with a newfound energy and rage, the girl raised the knife, plunging it deep into his skull with a strangled cry of exertion.

Her dad— now free from the unrelenting grasp of this monster— sank to the floor, unmoving.

“I’m sorry.” She cried, dropping down beside him, too afraid to touch him, but wanting one last moment with her father. Her salty tears dripped down onto his face, causing streaks to carve through her mother’s blood staining his chin. “I’m so sorry.”

She stayed like that for a few moments more, mourning the death of her parents. Her cries were loud and unrelenting, her hand was clutched to her chest trying hard to even out her breathing that was forging through her in staggered intervals. Her grief wouldn’t let her calm down, keeping her shoulders rigid and her throat raw.

But somehow through it all, she heard a new sound, wavering up from behind her, up the stairs and through the crack in the door. A muffled, warbled whimper, as if her grief was manifesting itself outside of her body. But that wasn’t it… no. She knew exactly what it was. Who it was.

Y/N scrambled to her feet, desperate in her movements, practically tripping down the stairs to where the sound was coming from. She rounded the corner, eyes searching for the dusty storage-space tucked underneath the stairs. A place of solace her dog always ran to when the boom of fireworks or the rumble of thunder became too overwhelming.

She was met with an occupied space. Big brown eyes staring up at her, her entire body shaking with fear, and a tail that slowly started thumping against the floor.

“Ellie.”

More whimpered cries escaped from the dog as she realized who was standing in front of her— a sound she always made when happiness overwhelmed her whenever a family member returned home. Y/N’s own tears gushed harder down her face, only this time with the most overwhelming relief she had ever known.

She dropped to her knees, the movement sparking the dog to stand up on shaky legs and move forward into her owner’s arms.

“I’m here, sweet girl.” Y/N whispered into her fur as the dog continued to cry, her tail now wagging more furiously as her familiar scent washed over her. Ellies nose was dry as she sniffed at Y/N’s cheeks, most likely due to a lack of water. Y/N would have to get some for her, as well as some food. But for now she had her arms wound tight around her dog, shoulders shaking with relief. She wasn’t alone anymore. Ellie wasn’t alone anymore. They had found each other within the chaos.

“I’m here.”

~ present day

“We have to go.”

Eren’s words were sharp with the command, maybe too soon after the fact. There were protests from Gabby, who tried to argue that there was more time needed to recover. Y/N wanted to agree with her— in favor of her poor old dog still trembling in her lap, but she knew that Eren was right. Especially at the mention that more of them could be on their way as soon as they didn’t hear back from the man that seemed to be their leader.

So now they were back to wandering through the forest, before the sun had even begun to rise. The shadows overcast from the trees were shifting and changing in Y/N’s tired mind, looking far too much like more enemies they might have to defend themselves against. She jumped more often than not at any slight movement, still shaken by the events that transpired.

Ellie was tied to her waist by a rarely-used leash, too worried to let her dog wander off like she usually did. Not that she would’ve done so, Ellie was sticking close to Y/N’s side, her movements slow and careful. Though, the reassurance the leash provided was always welcome. She wanted her dog near her, somewhere close, where she would be safe.

It would be a lie if Y/N said she wasn’t worried. Her dog had taken many hits before, some much worse than what happened tonight. But Ellie was getting old, her reaction time much slower than what it once was, now proven with the timid dog that walked in time with her steps. The bounce back of her usual energy was taking much longer than it ever has.

Y/N didn’t dare think of the extremities that could’ve taken place tonight, if her captor had been that much more forceful, or if Porco had been quicker with his gun. She could have lost the one thing that mattered most to her in this world. She still could. It was hard to keep the fear at bay. Death was imminent, there was no getting around it, but with the way Y/N’s worries plagued her mind it was like she enjoyed the torture of fearing the inevitable. Her overactive imagination was far too strong for her own good.

The only thing that anchored her to reality was the man who walked a few paces in front of her now.

Eren was strong with the way he moved through the shadowed forest, deliberate with his actions just as he was earlier that night. It seemed as though he wasn’t affected at all by what had happened, his strength resounding in the very way he kept them all moving. At the moment, Y/N was grateful for his resilience, it was like a spark of hope lighting itself against the aggressive darkness of dread.

It was the very lifeboat Y/N needed to pull herself from her own harrowed worries. She kept her eyes on the shoulders that were often brushed by the low hanging branches surrounding them. The sight of him keeping her present, keeping her moving.

Gabby, on the other hand, was far in the distance behind them, her feet dragging through the foliage that lay beneath their feet. Her demeanor was soft and quiet, unlike anything Y/N had known of her from before. Every so often Eren would turn, his teal gaze catching on to Y/N before shifting towards the young girl behind her. His brow would soon furrow every time he realized she hadn’t moved any closer.

With the time Y/N had now gotten to know the man, she knew that look well. He was worried— just as she was. Though this time it was more so than ever before. Perhaps he was worried for Gabby the same way Y/N was worried for Ellie. The events of the night caused far too much damage beyond the physical realm. The woman was unsure of what that damage could be for the young teenager, but it burdened her nonetheless. Since she now seemed to care about her as much as any other friend she’s had in her life.

So as the sun began to rise, and the day went on, there were many times when Y/N tried to engage the girl in conversation, ranging between casual topics to more in depth questions about what she was feeling at that moment. But every single time, her attempts were brushed off by a shrug and a brief comment of dismissal. A nut too tough to crack.

“Does she seem off to you?” Eren once asked, as they took a break by a small river, a babbling brook carving its way through the forest floor. Serene in its very nature and a sight that would usually excite the young girl. Though now she only sat silently on a large rock stationed near the bank, knees curled in on herself as she took in the scene.

Y/N pursed her lips at Eren’s question, unsure how to answer it without worrying him further.

“I don’t know, she’s quieter than usual.” Y/N replied, careful with her words. “We didn’t get much sleep… maybe she’s tired.”

“Yeah.” Eren responded, though he sounded unsure. “Maybe.”

The conversation was put to rest as soon as they continued on with their journey. The remainder of it was surrounded in silence as no one dared to speak. They passed through endless miles of forest green, their footfalls ringing out into the nature beyond. There was not a soul in sight beyond those within their group. There weren’t even any buildings from what they saw last of the church that faded into the distance behind them. The road was far gone as they ventured deeper and deeper into the trees.

When the sun was low in the sky, casting golden light over their heads, being quite obvious there was no promise of a shelter with four walls and a roof, Eren had finally conceded their journey.

“We need to stop for the night.” He had said, now standing in front of a naturally formed alcove, established in the side of a hill.

The rest of them gratefully accepted his notion, their tired feet now overworked from a day of walking. Gabby immediately threw off the backpack that was digging into her shoulders, it falling onto the forest floor with a resounding thump.

“Finally.” She relented, flopping down besides her belongings, seeming a bit more like herself. Y/N smiled softly at the display, her worry slowly beginning to ease its way out of her system.

“We can set up a fire here.” Eren continued as the action-man he always was.

“You think it’s safe?” Y/N inquired, unhooking Ellie from her leash, allowing her to sniff around the premises they deemed worthy for their camp.

“We covered a lot of ground.” He nodded, already clearing a space for a firepit. “And if we’re sleeping outside we’re gonna need the warmth.”

There were no arguments after that. Within the hour, as the light of the sun faded over the horizon it was replaced by the bright orange of a flickering fire, sparks popping up into the cool night air. The respective facial features of each person surrounding the heat was underlit by the dancing flames, each one of them stoic in their silence as they ate at the meal prepared by Eren— who had returned to the camp after searching for firewood, with a rabbit bouncing on his hip.

It was the first hot meal any of them had in days, a welcome comfort after the distress they faced. And it definitely raised Ellie’s spirits as she sat by Y/N’s side, staring eagerly as the woman picked small pieces of meat off the bone, drool slobbering from her lips. She grinned at the sight of her silly dog with her wagging tail. Never able to refuse her, Y/N gave her a bite between each one of her own.

When she had gifted her dog the last bite of their shared meal, Y/N rubbed her greasy fingertips across her jeans, her gaze shifting. And then she stilled. Her eyes landed on the man who sat across the fire, she was met with the blinding teal of his irises. He was already staring at her. And he didn’t even feel the need to be ashamed he had gotten caught. Instead, his expression was thoughtful as he considered her, slowly chewing his food. His strong features were accentuated by the fire below his feet, a reminder of how handsome he was, sending a jolt through Y/N’s spine.

She felt herself flush and quickly averted her gaze, eyes now landing on Gabby— who at that moment decided to push herself up to stand, thankfully stealing away Eren’s intimidating stare.

“I’m gonna hit the hay.” She said, clapping her hands free from any dirt.

“Take the sleeping bag.” Eren responded with no hesitation.

“Don’t need it.”

“Like hell you don’t.” He retorted, before pulling said sleeping bag out of his bag and tossing it her way. The girl plucked it out of the air with ease, but still rolled her eyes in the process.

“Fine.” She grumbled and then turned to go, probably hoping to make some distance between her and the firelight. But as the girl continued to walk away, Y/N realized she wasn’t stopping just beyond the orange halo of light the fire provided. She was moving deeper into the woods.

“Where are you going?” Eren was quick to react, standing on his feet. Gabby stopped at his words, turning to face him.

“I’m gonna sleep over here.” Gabby answered, jutting her thumb over her shoulder. Eren’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why?”

“It’s called privacy, old man, ever heard of it?” She chided. Y/N noticed how a muscle twitched in Eren’s jaw. He took a step forward, perhaps about to drag the young girl back over to them by force. Y/N opened her own mouth before he could.

“Hey, Gabby?” She inquired, standing on her feet as well.

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind taking Ellie again?” Y/N asked, her tone soft with the question in contrast to Eren’s sharp frustration. “I think she prefers sleeping with you.”

A small smile flickered up on Gabby’s lips, she nodded simply and waited as Y/N prodded Ellie to follow after the girl, which of course she did happily. From the corner of her eye she saw Eren's shoulders visibility relax, but only slightly.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he sat back down on the log he had dragged over near the fire earlier that evening, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Y/N fidgeted where she stood, unsure of what to do with herself now that it was just the two of them.

“I’m sure she’s alright.” Y/N offered, bending down over her own backpack to tug out a small blanket she had buried deep in its confines. Something to do with her hands.

“She’s not acting like herself.” Eren countered, his hand dropping down to his lap, revealing his worried features.

Y/N shrugged, not having much to say on the matter since she’s only known the girl for a short amount of time. She did notice the difference with her most recent demeanor, but Y/N was once a teenage girl too, and she knew how much of a rollercoaster that was in and of itself.

“Maybe she really does want privacy.” She mused, as she spread her blanket out across the forest floor, close to the warmth of the fire.

“She hates sleeping alone.” Eren blurted, “Ever since I found her. If I wasn’t near her when she woke up, she’d…”

Eren shook his head, his words fading off his tongue. Perhaps in respect to Gabby’s newfound want of privacy, not wanting to reveal the moments when she’s weak. But Y/N didn’t take offense to that. She understood. As well as the fact that the picture was already painted.

“It’s just… weird for her to want to be alone. Especially after last night,”

“Well, she’s not alone, is she?” Y/N reminded him with a soft smile. He met her gaze, his own lips twitching up slightly with the reassurance.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He breathed, “Thanks… for that.”

Y/N shrugged off his gratitude, shaking her head, “Nah, don’t worry about it. It was the truth anyways, I think Ellie likes her more than me.”

Eren let out a low chuckle at that, causing Y/N’s stomach to dip. Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth to hold back a brighter grin. She hid her face by focusing on straightening out her blanket, even though she didn’t really need to.

“Are you going to sleep?” Eren asked, his attention being caught by her redundant movements.

“Um… Yeah.” Y/N said, her tone going up a pitch with hesitation. She had made the decision in the pause between her words. She wasn’t exactly planning on going to bed, but she supposed that’s exactly where she was headed with her current actions. “Are you?”

“I’ll probably stay up.” Eren told her. “Take watch.”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded, and then she paused again, looking around.

“Don’t you have a sleeping bag too?” She questioned.

“Oh, uh, no.” Eren replied, looking down at his feet. “That was our only one.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“I’ll be fine.” He reassured her. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the man, unconvinced, but with the soft smile he offered her she found herself letting it slide. So instead of arguing, she slipped underneath her blanket— unconventional for sleeping besides a campfire, but better than nothing. And once she was settled, back turned away from the fire (as well as Eren’s burning gaze), her exhaustion finally registered in her brain. It was almost a surprise how quickly sleep took over her form.

Though she slipped out of it just as quick a few hours later at the aggressive sound of chattering teeth. She woke up with a furrowed brow as the sound had snuck into her dream in a confusing fashion. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she raised herself on one palm, looking around the now darkened camp. The fire was almost completely out, only a few glowing embers sat among the ash. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she took in the sight of Eren’s shadowed form, laid out in front of the log he once sat at. His shoulders were shaking, curled in on himself for any sense of warmth.

“Eren?” Y/N croaked. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

“Shit—” He sat up quickly from his position on the floor. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

Y/N shook her head, to forego his apology, though she quickly realized how dark it was, and felt foolish since he probably couldn’t even see the gesture.

“That’s alright.” She then whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Eren replied.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” She questioned again.

“Not at all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Another thing he couldn’t see, but maybe he could feel the force of her frustration as he spoke again.

“I’m alright.” He reiterated. Y/N let out a huff of annoyance. And then Eren’s teeth started chattering again. This was ridiculous.

“Eren, I’m not deaf, you know?” She argued. “I’m cold just listening to you. Take my blanket.”

“Then you’ll be cold.” Eren countered through the dark.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll take next watch.” She told him.

“But you were still sleeping.” Apparently he wouldn’t let this go. And Y/N’s patience was wearing thin.

“Fine.” She stated, her tone decisive just as her next choice. “Then come here.”

“What?”

“Come here.” She repeated, her frustration now very apparent.

“Why?”

“The way I see it, we can either keep arguing who gets to take the blanket or we can just skip ahead to the obvious solution.” She answered, sitting up all the way, her eyes finding purchase on his shadow in the dark.

“And the solution is…?”

“We’ll share.”

Eren didn’t respond after that. In fact it even sounded like he wasn’t breathing at all. He went so still that Y/N almost thought he had fallen back asleep. Or maybe even left her alone by the dying fire. She opened her mouth to say something more, but was cut off when Eren finally spoke.

“Are you sure you want to?” He asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Neither one of us wants the other to be cold.” She said, her frustration taking a back seat as she matched his tone. “It’s the only way.”

He paused again. But this time Y/N was certain he was there.

“Okay.”

Through the shadows of the night she heard shuffling as Eren stood from his spot. The sounds of his slow footsteps signaling his arrival to her side of the camp. When he finally reached her he had stopped— standing above her, hesitating for what was to come next.

Y/N stared up at him, his teal eyes somehow shining through the dark. Her stomach dipped once again once she realized how close he would be within a few seconds. Maybe that’s why he took a pause, maybe he realized the same thing. Y/N wondered if she should be nervous. Though she definitely was, as her hands trembled in her grip around the blanket. Even so, she held his gaze as she peeled back the fabric. A silent invitation.

A deep breath was released from the man in front of her, perhaps preparing himself. Though the pause was much shorter now as he soon accepted it.

They were silent as he placed himself beside her, fingers brushing when he went to grab his corner of the blanket from her. A soft gasp escaped her throat when they did. Y/N prayed Eren didn’t hear it.

Though that would almost be impossible considering how close they were. Y/N’s blanket was small— small enough to fit in her backpack comfortably with the rest of her items— so for it to be able to cover the both of them fully, their shoulders had to be pressed together, their backs against the forest floor. They both lay rigid, and uncomfortable. Afraid to move. Afraid to breathe.

They laid like that for a while.

“I’m worried about Gabby.” Eren whispered into the air, surprising Y/N once he broke the silence. His tribulations from before still haunting him to the point where he must’ve needed to say something out loud. Maybe their proximity made him feel safe to do so.

“How so?” Y/N encouraged, knowing that he’ll eventually reveal what was really going on, hopefully providing clarity on his own theories on why Gabby was acting so differently.

“She’s never killed anyone before… a person, I mean. ”

Oh. Y/N’s heart sank. What a strange joke made by the universe. Just the night before they were confiding with one another about the burden left behind by the cruel acts this new world forced your hand to make. And now Gabby was faced with the same moral dilemma. Even if the man deserved it, having to kill someone with your own two hands takes a toll. The first one being the worst of them all.

“I never wanted her to have to do that.” Eren continued, his words said with a slight strain in his voice. Y/N didn’t dare look over, in case he was displaying emotions that didn’t want to be shared. She kept her head faced towards the sky above, stars blinking down from between the branches of the high standing trees.

“I knew it was inevitable.” He added, and then he released another harrowed breath. “But she’s just a kid. I wanted to hold it off as long as possible… but now that it’s happened, I’m scared— no, terrified that…”

“That it will change her.” Y/N finished for him.

“Yeah.” He responded, even though she didn’t phrase it as a question. The word hung in the air above them, neither of them really knowing what to say.

“Well it is going to change her.” Y/N then said, ripping off the bandaid. “It already has.”

“I know.” Eren conceded, “But she shouldn’t have to know what it’s like. And now that she does… I’m even more terrified that she’s gonna end up like me.”

Y/N let herself look at Eren at that. His features were lost to the darkness, but she could see the silhouette of his nose. He was still looking away. Though his head slightly twitched towards her as she shifted under the blanket, changing her position so that she lay on her side, arms curled into her chest.

“Is that such a bad thing?” She whispered.

“If you knew who I was before… What I did before… maybe it is.” He replied.

“Before what?” Y/N questioned.

“Before Gabby.” He murmured. “...Before you.”

He turned his head to look at her, their gaze finally meeting once more. Y/N saw the worry that had been flickering over his irises all day, now at full force as he admitted his fears and his regrets. Y/N sucked in a breath, her own eyebrows tugging up with concern at what his self image was. She felt a desperate need to change that for him.

“As far as I can tell, if this is the person you are after meeting Gabby… if she was the one who pulled you out of whatever you used to be, I think she’ll be just fine. If you’re there to do the same.”

Eren’s eyes softened at her words. The tension slowly seeped out of his shoulders.

“She’ll need you there too.” Eren breathed, he shifted his body into the same position Y/N was in, they now faced each other head on, nowhere to hide as they held onto each other's gaze.

“You think so?” She murmured, a small spark of warmth glowing behind her sternum at the inclusion. It felt silly to be somewhat excited about the prospect, but it made her realize just how badly she needed the reassurance.

“I know so.” He assured her.

“And what makes you so confident?” She replied, lips tilting up in a half smile, her teasing coming out at the most inopportune moments. But Eren paid it no mind. Instead he simply answered her.

“Because I needed you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. Her smile sliding off of her face in quick succession. His honesty sent a jolt of surprise to run through her nerves. Her eyes searching his face for any sign of the joke he must obviously be playing on her.

“At the church, you asked me if that was the case.” He continued, since Y/N’s words were lost to her. “And I just thought you should know that I do. I need you.”

“I need you too.” Y/N whispered, the confession falling so easily off of her lips. Almost like she was just falling into the motions of this conversation.

But of course the words were true. They couldn’t have been anything else. It was proven in the short amount of time they had known each other that they already needed one another to survive in a world like this. But perhaps there was something hidden. A deeper meaning that was not yet discovered. Or rather, not yet revealed. It was too soon to do so now. So perhaps they can hang on to the surface level, and find satisfaction within the shallow end.

Eren sucked in a breath at her reciprocating words. Almost like they were a surprise to him. But his softened features twisted harshly once again as remorse seemed to take over.

“I’m so sorry.” Eren had then said, closing his eyes and shaking his head against the earth beneath them, confusing Y/N in the process.

“For what?”

“For letting them hurt Ellie, letting them get to you.” He whispered, teal eyes revealing themselves, filled with shining regret. “And then when he… when he threatened to—”

“Eren.” Y/N said, her tone now pleading, knowing where he was going with this. She was desperate to stop the oncoming spiral he was headed towards.

“He was going to…” He swallowed around the words, unable to say them out loud.

“But he didn’t.” Y/N asserted, placing a hand onto Eren’s freezing cheek. His own large hand moved to cover it, like it was instinctual for him to do so.

“You must’ve been so scared.” He strained, fingers wrapping tighter around hers.

“I wasn’t scared.” Y/N shook her head, confidence dripping from every word. “Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you were there.” She whispered as she shifted their hands so that they were now clasped in the small space between their bodies, wanting to make sure that he saw the truth within her irises. “I knew I’d be okay— that we’d all survive, because you wouldn’t have it any other way. There was no room for fear knowing that.”

Eren’s eyes flicked over each feature on Y/N’s face, as if he were looking for any hidden lies. When there were none to be discovered, a shaking breath of relief escaped from between his lips. He nodded in agreement.

“That’s what I felt too.” He revealed. “Having you there with me.”

“We make a pretty good team, huh?.” She smiled softly at him, causing a soft chuckle to push through his nose. The sound of content being the greatest thing she’s ever heard.

“I suppose we do.” He inevitably agreed.

And that was the last thing said before they let their conversation slowly fade into the night, being replaced by the soothing caress of sleep. The sound of their even breaths moving in time, their hands still intertwined between them.

Eren’s P.O.V.

Eren awoke to the sound of birdsong, and gentle blue sunlight that only shows itself in the early hours of the morning. His eyes were left without the usual bitter sting that came with a restless night of sleep. In fact, he had felt more rested than he had in years. Perhaps the difference was the woman that now resided in his arms, a position that must have formed itself sometime during the night.

The faded scent of mint overwhelmed his senses with his nose pressed into her hair. His rough calloused fingers had somehow slipped under the fabric of her shirt, firm against the burning skin of her hip, her back was held tightly against his chest from their proximity.

His heart stuttered, having her this close to him. Though he felt uncertain of how he was supposed to react to it all. Was he allowed to relish in the press of her body against his own? Was this something she wanted or perhaps it was all unconscious actions done under the influence of sleep and a need for warmth.

Of course that was when the woman shifted in his arms, though only doing so to sink deeper into the solid form of his body. Unfortunately, the action brought forth a shocking discovery when the curve of her ass brushed lightly across his crotch.

A low hiss escaped his lips when that in turn brought notice to the natural phenomenon that occurred behind his zipper whenever the sun would rise. Eren’s touch became softer and more unsure as he held his breath, willing all of the strength inside his body to hold himself still, not wanting to give her a rude awakening. But Y/N only relaxed further into his chest, the entirety of her now pressing solidly against the whole of him. He prayed to the universe that she was still asleep and unaware of what was happening behind her.

Eren shut his eyes, focusing on the pattern of his breathing.

They shot open when Y/N shifted her hips once more, ever so slightly but somehow more intended. Was she awake? Did she know what she was doing?

He found out the answer to that when she did it again, this time very much purposefully as the roll of her hips pulled a groan from deep within Eren’s throat. His own hips pressing back into her of their own volition. A soft sigh escaped the girls lips at the accidental reciprocation, her sound of satisfaction causing his cock to twitch in his pants.

“W-what are you doing?” He murmured into her hair, his hands shaking as they searched for an appropriate place to rest. His brain fuzzy as Y/N found a consistent pattern, his breathing growing heavy in her ear.

“Nothing.” She whispered softly, almost convincingly innocent. The next harsh grind of her ass caused Eren's hand to shoot out and grip at her waist.

“This isn’t why— shit—,” Eren strained, trying to convey that she didn’t have to do this for him, the words fumbling over his tongue. “I don’t want you to think that I—”

“—Shh. ’m not thinking anything.” She cooed, snaking a hand up to rest on the back of Eren’s neck, bringing him closer. A spark of electricity shot down his spine at the touch of her fingertips against his skin. “Just feels good.”

“Y-yeah.” Eren agreed breathlessly, dipping his nose down into the crook of her neck. “It does.”

Her reassurance brought a sense of confidence to the man, his grip growing harsher against her waist as he began to rut into her more deliberately. A sweet moan protruded from Y/N’s lips, the sound of it resounding in another twitch of Eren’s cock.

Heat began to surge all around them in a great contrast to the cool morning air. Unreleased tension threatened to burst as they continued to work themselves up. Y/N’s ass was now pushing back into him with a gentle rhythm, Eren pressing himself into her harder with each one of her back-thrusts.

Harsh desperate breaths wavered out from their throats, punctuated every so often by Eren’s low grunts and Y/N’s tiny whines.

Every part of Eren was on fire, a sheen of sweat layering itself onto his skin as he continued to hump into her, chasing a high that was dangerously close, far too soon.

Not that the woman in front of him was doing any better. She was arching into every firm grind of his hips, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan, shivering under the fingertips that Eren was now dragging over her skin, deeper into the fabric of her shirt. A sharp gasp left her lips when they brushed the fabric of her bra, catching on the hardened nipple underneath.

“Does that feel good?” Eren smiled into her hair, earning another sweet moan from the pride in his voice.

“Mhm.” She whined, nodding her head, her movements becoming quicker in her excitement.

“Feel’s good for me too, sweetheart.” He groaned, the nickname falling freely from his lips through the dizzying cloud of pleasure. “Gonna make me cum.”

“Please.” Y/N begged, grabbing the hand that was on her waist and holding it there, a silent concession to take what he needed from her.

A deep shudder rolled through Eren’s shoulders at the anticipation. More grunts tumbling from his lips with every thrust. He was pushing himself harder into her than ever before. He was close, so close—

“Ellie!”

The sound of Gabby’s voice had the two adults scrambling apart. Their secluded bubble of lust now burst and raining down on them with heavy disappointment and unyielding embarrassment. Abrasive in his actions, Eren stood quickly from his spot, turning away from the scene of the crime. Only for his eyes to land on Ellie, who sat at the precipice of the clearing, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, tail thumping wildly against the foliage.

The stupid, fucking dog.

“Don’t run off like that!” Gabby was soon to appear behind her, sleeping bag tucked under her arm.

Before Gabby caught sight of them and any shame that might still be lingering in the air, Eren quickly turned to the nonexistent last glowing embers of the fire, pretending to stomp them out like that was his plan all along. He heard the zipper of Y/N’s backpack behind him, surely busying herself with a different menial task to feign innocence.

“Morning.” The teenager called out as she closed the distance left between them. The two of them returned her greeting with some of their own, awkward in the way they spoke. But the young girl didn’t seem to notice, only moving to pack up the sleeping bag, completely unaware of their fragile facade.

Eren scratched at the back of his neck, the burn of Y/N’s touch ever present.

What the hell just happened?

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A/N: Honestly this chapter is all over the place but I hope you like it!! hehe! let’s see where there relationship goes from here, shall we?? muahaha ILYSM thank you for reading! <3<3

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 3 years

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Gabby’s Bones

In 1986, a man called "Gabby" left several of his possessions with his friend, Newel Sessions. Among the possessions was an old footlocker, which was placed and stored in a shed. Six years later, Newel opened the trunk and discovered it held the bones of a human being. He thought that they should give the remains a proper burial. However, his wife insisted that they contact the police. Before he called the police, he contacted Gabby, asking if he knew about the remains. He claimed to have no idea about any human remains in a trunk. He said that he had never opened it. He believed he bought it at a garage sale, but could not remember when or where. According to Newell, he was very surprised when he learned that a skeleton was found inside of it.

Newell contacted Sheriff John Lumley who began an investigation. From the beginning, he was suspicious of Gabby. He could not understand why he never opened the trunk before. Gabby, however, claimed that he planned on opening the trunk. Since he did not have the proper tools, he decided not to open it. Two days later, it was discovered through x-rays that a bullet was lodged in the skull. Lumley met with Gabby in order to get more information from him. He thought he had picked up the trunk in Wyoming, Iowa, Illinois or Oklahoma, although he could not be sure. He thought he may have received it in 1973, but possibly later than that. Since the old trunk and lock were from the 1930s and older than Gabby, Newell was convinced that Gabby was not guilty of any murder. However, Lumley believes that he has knowledge of the person's identity. On March 31, 1992, the bones were turned over to the Wyoming State Crime Lab who created a facial reconstruction of the man. The man possibly lost his life sometime after 1908 when the bullet was available. The old trunk might have been used by someone in the U.S. Armed Services between World War I and World War II. A bag for the supermarket chain "Hy-Vees" was found with the remains. It was first manufactured in the early 1950s. Examination of the bones show they were of a Caucasian male from his 50s or 60s, about five-foot-eight in height. The remains had apparently been buried before. However, for unknown reasons, they were dug up and placed in the trunk. Strangely, his lower leg bones and one of his hands were missing. Several nicks were found on his rib cage. The bullet in his head was from a .25 caliber gun from the turn-of-the-century.

On October 25, 2017, the skeleton was identified as Joseph J. Mulvaney, born in 1923. Joseph's granddaughter, Shelley, helped lead to the identification, reportedly after seeing a re-airing of the Unsolved Mysteries broadcast. DNA testing with his daughter confirmed his identity. Investigators learned from his daughter that he had been shot and killed by her uncle, John David Morris (identified as "Gabby" in the segment), in 1960. It is believed that Joseph's wife (Morris's sister) was also involved. After the murder, Morris buried Joseph in the footlocker in Iowa. At some point, Morris dug the trunk back up and transported it to Wyoming, where he was working. He then left the trunk behind with Newel. He later moved to Mississippi where he committed suicide.

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Joseph's remains have been returned to his family and military memorial service for him was held on March 29, 2019.

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schmergo · 2 years

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Perhaps appropriately for Election Day, I'm a little perturbed by what I've seen as a rise in... conspiratorial thinking, I guess you could call it, paired with maybe an over-confidence in one's own reasoning skills. I don't think this started with the major conspiracies that have become mainstream like Q*non or pandemic conspiracies or birtherism, but I can't pinpoint when I started noticing this becoming a bigger deal.

I think it's good that information is more available to the general public than ever, that the internet makes self-guided learning easier, and that many aspects of our society and culture are becoming less elitist and valuing lived experience more. It's healthy to question the information you're presented and think critically. All that said, I think many people are less talented at analyzing the information they're presented than they think they are, and I'm seeing more people completely dismiss expert opinions in favor of what 'feels right' to them. This isn't always political, it's not limited to one political party, and it's not always malevolent. Sometimes it just boils down to poor reading comprehension rather than particularly bigoted or biased thinking

. I've been super vague and general up until now, but I want to share an example from popular response to a major news story that isn't really about politics. I closely followed the Gabby Petito/ Brian Laundrie case and some other missing person cases because I'm currently writing a piece of fiction about a missing person case. I already posted earlier about how the rather benign but troubling "Missing 411" conspiracy theory had their hands on this case, but things have leveled up since then. When the news of the discovery of Brian Laundrie's remains broke (they were identified by dental records), I did what everyone says never to do: I looked at the comments.

Most of the comments seemed to feel there was something weird about the timely recovery of remains, saying something along the lines of 'This seems suspicious,' 'This is fishy,' 'There's more to the story here,' 'This is too convenient,' etc. I think those comments are perfectly fair, though they do point to that general trend I'm talking about. I'm sure there IS more to the story. In high-profile cases like these, there is often a lot of information that's not revealed to the public. And I wouldn't be surprised if the parents knew more than they let on, if he went missing earlier than reported, that kind of thing. And it does sound like police bungled several aspects of this case. There's a lot of mysteriousness and vague information here.

But here are some of the more far-fetched actual comments that I screenshotted and saved from the news article:

CH: "He ain't dead!"

TD" "I still think he's alive."

KH: "What did he say too much to read"

SW: "A body does not deteriate in just a matter of weeks sorry there is corruption involved"

(COMMENTARY: Yes, sadly, a body can deteriorate in a matter of weeks. If he meant that based on the information we have that the body seemed MORE decomposed than expected-- skeletonized remains-- that's fair, but also entirely possible based on the surroundings, wild animals, etc. He was missing for over a month, more than long enough for remains to skeletonize.)

JR: "sorry people there was no remains for brian only a piece of his skull"(COMMENTARY: The information released about what remains were recovered is vague, but it does not say that 'only a piece of his skull' was recovered. Also, does this guy think maybe somehow Brian got away, missing a piece of his skull?)

TM: "I think they were both killed by the same people and they moved his body much further from Gabby's to throw law enforcement off."

(COMMENTARY: Wait, so this person thinks that he and Gabby were both murdered in Wyoming and the killer drove the van to his Brian's house with Brian's body and hid the remains nearby and the parents didn't become suspicious for weeks that the van showed up but there was no sign of their kid? This is an interesting conspiracy theory... but the question I have is why?)

DB: "I still think it's not him. I read that the dental records were found at site of remains... all of the sudden finding of items, etc too fishy."

(COMMENTARY: This person interpreted the news to think that his actual dental records, like print-outs of x-rays and stuff, were with his body... not that the remains were compared to dental records on file. This wild misinterpretation tells me that she knows very little about how missing people are usually identified, but she clearly felt she's more knowledgeable about this topic than the forensic pathologists and stuff working on the case.)

MW: "There's too much fishy business going on to believe what we've been told. The evidence was planted so we'd believe he is dead. His parents have been uncooperative since the beginning and have been misleading the FBI all along."

(COMMENTARY: Yes, the parents have been uncooperative, and it's possible they've been misleading the FBI. Could the evidence have been planted? Possibly. This comment is mostly fair. But wait... SO WE'D BELIEVE HE IS DEAD? Whose remains does this person think Brian's parents got a hold of?)

AC: "It's not a whole body. The way they're making it sound is it was just teeth."

VA: "I read that they found a few teeth. I'm not satisfied that he's dead"

PL: "Teeth can be pulled. Brian's uncle is a dentist."

(COMMENTARY: When a body is identified by dental records, it means that the body is too decomposed to be visually recognizable and so the teeth are compared to the records on file with their dentist and photos of them in life. It doesn't mean teeth were the ONLY thing found. If authorities found nothing but a 'few teeth' that could have been pulled and placed there, they would not refer to that as 'skeletal remains.' Where did VA read this information?)

OT: "If they were hoping to find him alive, why do you need dental records. I don't carry my daughter or grand daughters around with me. To allow them to help hunt for him is not something I have ever heard of... I also do not believe it was him."

(COMMENTARY: This person seems to think that the dental records that were compared to the remains were... conveniently being carried around by Brian's parents at the time the remains were recovered and that a visual comparison was made at the site. That's not how dental record identification works. There's a reason that 'forensic dentist' is a career.)

ER: "A coworker of mine was just saying that they verified it wasn't his skull."(COMMENTARY: So this person thinks their coworker is a more reliable source of information?)

KA: "I don't think it's him... too much doesn't add up. It took like a week to get the girls ID bak now 24 hours for him?"

(COMMENTARY: Another commenter said, "Gabby's remains were found on 9/19 and confirmed to be her on 9/21. It took like 2 days. Same as his." That's what I would have said, too. That information could be easily checked before posting.)

JM: "They said it's not him"

SR: "When? I haven't seen that news report"

JM: "it was on fb last night"

(COMMENTARY: Wait, so Facebook is now a more valid source?)

MI: "first the FBI comes out & says it was his partial skull found, then last night iwas reported No conclusive DNA results on it being him? It Was him it it wasn't? Conflicting reports... nothing is adding up. DNA does not lie."

(COMMENTARY: The AUTOPSY was inconclusive in terms of cause of death. There was no DNA test yet. Also, tests can be inconclusive without negating other evidence.)

NP: "I saw someone say that they believe Roberta saved his baby teeth and glued them to the skull"

(COMMENTARY: That's not what dental records means! It would be easy to identify if it was someone's baby teeth rather than their adult teeth! Also... where did his mom get a skull?)

So I guess the conclusion I come to over all of this is that people think they are able to deduce the truth better than people who are trained in forensic investigation or that everything is a cover-up or a lie-- and the question you have to ask when you look at a news article and claim it's false or misleading (which I know I have done on several occasions, not saying it's bad to do that), is WHY you think it's false or misleading. Why is misleading news circulating? What is gained by spreading this falsehood?

In this case, a lot of people think his parents were able to pull the wool over investigators' eyes and are doing anything to protect their kid, or else they bribed corrupt officials to release false information to protect their kid, but other comments seem to just say, "NO! FAKE!" without thinking more deeply about why a fake story would be released. It's these situations that I find the most troubling: when people believe that official news, stats, data, etc., are just almost always fake simply because... because the media is bad, and the government is bad, and they tell us fake stuff so that we'll believe other fake stuff, and you can't trust anything you read, and therefore only their own opinions matter and are equally valid as anything else that's circulating on the internet. A coworker or Facebook is more trusted than any major publication or the word of an expert.

You might wonder why I bring up a case about a missing person/ murder investigation as an example, but it's for this reason. People who believe far-fetched conspiracy theories about major political issues often display this thought pattern in terms of smaller news stories where the stakes don't affect them at all, too. If you ever start wondering how people could believe in ridiculous theories like "P*zzagate" or the election being stolen or mass shootings being staged, look at how people engage with other new information presented to them.

A healthy distrust of authority is good. Critical thinking is good. But please don't assume that EVERYTHING that doesn't make sense to you is a sign of a deeper conspiracy. Sometimes we just don't understand stuff, and that's okay. Many people spend years in specialized training and education for highly specific careers in science and medicine, so no, not everything they know will be accessible to me or you, and that isn't a bad thing. I've seen some people complain that they think the public is getting dumber, but I don't believe that's true. I think more people than ever have a platform to express their opinions and believe that their opinion is as valuable as everyone else's, regardless of topic. And I think a lot of people believe they NEED opinions on every issue today, and I really think we should bring back the concept of admitting that you might be out of your depth!

#gabby petito #brian laundrie #conspiracy theories #conspiracy #current events

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whumping-every-day · 4 years

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I'm loving Gabriel so much...might I request: Stefan and Maria celebrating his birthday? With cake and presents, and pretty decorations! Because Gabby needs all the good things and softness

You asked for this over a month ago, Anon, and I am so sorry. I was so inspired that I wrote almost 4k for it, please enjoy! Tagging the Gabriel Gang under the cut.

Tags for this one: None! Just excessive softness!

Masterlist

They are hiding something from him.

It’s not Gabriel’s job to be in the loop, of course, and he understands that Master and Mistress don’t have to tell him anything.

But the strange thing is that they often do, and the change is unsettling. His Masters have understood, from the very beginning, that it calms Gabriel to understand what’s going on around him. They have communicated with him from early on, before he was even used to being spoken to like a person.

Then one day, the mail comes with a mysterious black box. His Mistress snatches it up with an unusual amount of enthusiasm, and she waves Gabriel away when he offers to help clean up. She tells him not to worry and kisses his cheek, and the box gets tucked under her arm. It goes upstairs with her, and Gabriel doesn’t see it again.

Days pass, and Gabriel’s suspicion grows. Gabriel is used to his betters talking like he isn’t present, or like he can’t even hear them. Sometimes it’s comforting to be ignored. But more than once over the next few weeks he goes looking for one of his masters, only to find them together, whispering hurriedly among themselves.

The second time it happens, Mistress jumps when he knocks.

They always welcome him in after, of course; Master pulls him into a little hug, and Mistress ruffles his hair and asks if he’s not part cat, since he’s so quiet. It comes with all the impossible warmth and kindness that color everything his new Masters do. But Gabriel can’t help noticing that whenever he interrupts them, they never go back to what they were saying.

More days pass, and Gabriel focuses on shutting his mind off and behaving himself. That’s all a well-trained pet should be worried about, after all. If he can just be good enough, if he can be exactly what they want him to be, then maybe, maybe –

Maybe he can convince them not to do whatever they’re planning on doing.

It’s not sound logic, but it’s all Gabriel has. The thought of the black box is like a tic, impossible to shake off.

Then, one day, Master calls Gabriel into his office. It’s a Saturday; Mistress has gone grocery shopping, and both Gabriel and his Master had woken up late.

He’s still shaking off the vestiges of sleep as he nudges the office door open.

“Ah, hey, bud.” Gabriel looks up to the source of the warm greeting, and feels his insides freeze. Master is seated at his desk, and in his hands is a manila folder. Gabriel has only ever seen that folder twice; once, when First Master had gotten rid of him, and then again, when Second Master had sold him to Stefan and Maria.

Gabriel must make some sort of sound, because Master stiffens, his brow creasing.

“Whoa, hey. It’s alright, sweet boy.” Gabriel can’t seem to tear his eyes off the folder. He’s only ever seen it when he’s being sold, and he’s terrified, suddenly, right down to his bones. He whimpers, takes a single step back, and Master puts the folder down.

“Gabriel, hey.” It’s firmer, this time, and it pulls Gabriel out of his internal spiral. “Come here, little one.” Gabriel lets out an unsteady breath and stumbles closer, drops to his knees at Master’s feet.

A large palm immediately settles in his hair, heavy and warm, and Gabriel whines and leans into it desperately.

“Easy, sweetheart, take a breath. There you go, good boy.” Gabriel feels the pinprick of tears at the praise, and he shudders and tips his face into Master’s palm. Yes, he’s being good, he’s doing his best, so there’s no need to have the folder out, no need – “I guess you know what this is, huh.” Master taps the file, and Gabriel flinches.

He nods meekly and hides his face against the man’s knee.

“Don’t worry,” Master murmurs gently. Those broad fingers are still carding through his hair, and Gabriel knows how strong they are, knows that they could easily knot and tangle and pull. But they don’t, and they never have, and Gabriel lets himself lean against Master’s knee just a little. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” Master continues. “I just wanted to ask you a few questions. These papers, they’re, eh… lacking some information.”

Gabriel frowns quizzically. Information? He assumes information about him, but he doesn’t know what’s written in the file.

“It’s fine if you don’t know the answers.” Master drags his fingernails gently along Gabriel’s scalp, and Gabriel lets himself be calmed by the repetitive motions. “Actually, I would be surprised if you did, but let’s just make sure, hmm?” He waits for Gabriel to give another hesitant nod before he asks, “do you know when you were born?” Gabriel just blinks for a moment, before slowly shaking his head.

“ ‘m sorry,” he whispers roughly. Master had said it was okay if Gabriel didn’t know the answers, but he still feels the shame at not being able to provide what was asked.

“Don’t be, little one,” Master says simply. “You know I want you to be honest, and you were. Good boy.” And he keeps petting Gabriel’s hair, and Gabriel swallows against a wave of something hot and tight in the back of his throat.

There’s a gap between questions, then, long enough for Gabriel’s eyelids to grow heavy, long enough for him to slump against Master’s knee. Master only guides him closer, lets Gabriel rest his head in his lap.

“Do you remember anything about where you were born? Or your parents? These papers aren’t agency-issued, so you didn’t come through official channels.”

Gabriel blinks back to proper awareness, frowning faintly as he digests the question. His parents… that must have been before First Master, he assumes. But there was nothing before First Master. Right?

… Right?

There was no time before First Master, no time before the pain and the beatings. Gabriel has always been a pet, because that’s all he’s ever been good for.

“I-” The boy’s voice cracks, and Master’s hand has gone still in his hair. Gabriel blinks, and his next inhale is audibly shaky. “I d-don’t, I don’t know,” he whispers, and it’s tremulous even to his own ears.

“That’s okay,” Master promises gently. “Stay with me, little one, don’t push yourself.” He curls one of those large, calloused hands against the back of Gabriel’s neck, heavy and weighted and safe, and it’s good.

“I can’t, I can’t remember,” Gabriel confesses quietly. It makes sense that he would have had parents at some point, but when he tries to think of them, nothing comes. And even if they had existed… they must have given him away. How else had he come to be in First Master’s possession?

“Easy, sweetheart, hey,” Master says, and Gabriel realizes that he’s trembling again. “You’re okay, precious, you’re alright.” There’s a moment of quiet on Stefan’s part, and a faint frown. “I shouldn’t have sprung this on you,” he murmurs regretfully. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Take a breath for me, there you go.”

At some point, Gabriel’s fingers have wound in the fabric of Master’s jeans; he’s clinging to the man’s ankle, and when Master opens his arms Gabriel practically falls into his lap.

“I’m s-s-sorry,” he sniffles, and Master just curls an arm around him and holds tight. He’s still on his knees, but Master is holding him, and with some encouragement Gabriel slinks up more so he can hide his face against the man’s shoulder.

“There you go, bud,” Master murmurs softly as he strokes the base of Gabriel’s skull. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

Gabriel is already tired, already over-wrought from the constant nerves, but the mention of before has shaken him terribly. Master strokes his hair and rubs his neck until Gabriel is boneless against him, mostly held up by the thick arm around his waist. When he is finally guided away, gentle and careful, Master dries his tears.

“Thank you for being honest,” he murmurs, and Gabriel melts inside. Master keeps a hand cupping his jaw while he picks up his pen with the other. “It’s no problem. Just means I have to get creative.” Stefan makes a few quick additions to the papers, scratching something out and writing in a note underneath. Gabriel just waits, leaning against the man’s knee and soaking up the contact.

He doesn’t care what’s on the papers, not really, and it’s not like he can read them. But he can��t wait for them to be put away, as if their mere presence is a reminder than his owners could get rid of him at any time.

They won’t. Even if they haven’t collared him yet, even if they haven’t given him a physical sign of belonging, they promised that they wouldn’t. And Gabriel can only hope (and pray, and beg, and bargain with whatever might be listening) that they mean it.

“Now, what were you up to before I interrupted?” Gabriel perks up at the question.

“O-oh! Mistress said I could polish the banisters today.” Gabriel bites his lip, drops his eyes. It is a struggle to find tasks they will let him complete. It’s almost like they don’t want to assign him regular chores, so Gabriel treasures each one he’s given.

“Did she? Ah, well.” Master ruffles Gabriel’s hair one last time before his hand falls away. “You should be off, then.” Gabriel nods obediently, and he immediately misses the warmth as he peels himself away from Master’s legs.

“Yes Master.” His joints creak faintly as he gets to his feet, and Gabriel carefully hides the wince. He’s sore a lot, he finds; something about spending a very long time locked in a basement.

“Remember not to push yourself.” Master is watching him like he knows, somehow, and Gabriel gulps and scurries for the door.

“Yes Master,” he murmurs again, and he hovers against the door frame, unsure if the man has more to say. But Master only watches for another moment, before giving a quiet sigh and waving him away.

Gabriel ducks out of the room feeling uneasy, but not bad. He closes the door as quietly as he can, and then quickly goes back in search of the correct cleaning supplies.

He doesn’t see the manila folder again, and Master doesn’t ask any more strange questions.

It’s almost a week later when everything finally clicks.

They’ve sent him upstairs to his room, and Gabriel would be convinced that he was in trouble, except that they’ve both sworn he isn’t. They just needed to do something in the living room, they said, and that he shouldn’t worry.

Gabriel is worried anyway, even though he’s trying not to be.

He straightens the blanket on the bed, making sure all of the edges are perfectly aligned, and that there are no creases or wrinkles. His Masters have been impossibly generous, giving him a bed to sleep on, and Gabriel isn’t about to take it for granted. The rest of the little room is already spotless; Gabriel cleans the window and dresser every day, and vacuums whenever he can get away with it.

It’s calming, making sure that everything is perfect, but in the end there’s not much to do.

“Gabe? You can come down now, sweety.” Mistress’s voice is airy and light, not even a hint of irritation, but Gabriel’s heart still kicks into overdrive.

He remembers what surprises had looked like, back with First and Second Master.

He pads down the carpeted staircase, and it muffles his steps so that his approach is nearly inaudible. There’s music playing faintly, and Gabriel bites his lip as he creeps around the corner and pokes his head into the kitchen.

“M-Mistress?”

“In here!” It comes from the living room, and Gabriel’s heart is in his throat as he follows.

He’s not sure what he’ll find when he steps inside, but it’s not what he’d expected.

His owners are both sitting on the couch; there are three colorfully wrapped boxes at their feet. There are colorful streamers draped from the ceiling, and they’ve wound a few strands of tea-lights around the end table and up over the couch. The main lights are off, and there is something sweet in the air.

“Surprise,” Mistress says with a smile, and Master chuckles softly at Gabriel’s baffled expression.

“Come join us, bud,” he says, and Gabriel quickly scampers over and melts into his spot on the floor. It’s immediately comforting, and the tension eases out of him as Mistress’s fingers settle in his hair.

“This is probably new to you, huh,” she says, and Gabriel nods wordlessly. She shifts so that Gabriel is kneeling between them, and he leans back against Master’s legs shamelessly.

“This is for you,” Mistress says simply, and Gabriel blinks up at her in bewilderment.

“We kept it simple,” Master adds. “We know that this is a lot, and we didn’t want to overwhelm you. So it’s nothing too crazy.”

With the way Gabriel’s expression is clouded, it’s very much like he’s asking without words if maybe they are crazy.

Mistress giggles just a little, and she cups Gabriel’s cheeks and kisses his forehead.

“We wanted to celebrate you,” she says easily. “Because we love you, and you’re special.”

We love you, and you’re special. Gabriel has heard the words before, but they still make him impossibly shy. His cheeks go pink with it, and he tries to duck his head and hide, only to be stopped by Mistress’s hand on his cheek. Instead he whines softly, because it’s so much – it’s too much, he can’t handle it.

“No hiding this time, bud,” Master says, and his eyes are fond.

“Most people celebrate on the day they were born,” Mistress says. “But since we don’t know when you were born, we picked today. Unless you find a day later on that you like better.”

Gabriel looks around for a moment, at the twinkling faerie lights, and the colorfully wrapped presents, and the streamers, and something hot rises behind his eyes.

“I-” his voice breaks, and his throat closes, and suddenly Gabriel can’t speak. Instead he sniffs, wet and pathetic.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Mistress says softly, and she scoots to the side on the couch, so there is a Gabriel-sized gap between her and her brother. She pats the empty spot and holds out an arm, and wordlessly Gabriel slinks up into the couch and folds into her arms. It had been a struggle, at first, to get Gabriel up onto the furniture. He’s still a thousand times more comfortable on the floor, where he knows he’s not doing anything wrong… but it’s getting easier.

A larger pair of arms envelope them both a moment later, and then it’s the three of them, warm and loving and safe and held, with Gabriel wrapped in the middle. He sniffles against Mistress’s shoulder, and Master rubs one of those big hands up and down his back.

It’s several minutes until Gabriel regains his composure, and even then his eyes are still red, still wide with awe and wonder and that constant hint of nerves, as if all of it might still be a dream.

“This is… this is f-for me…?” It’s small, and timid, but Mistress nods and smiles down at him, and Master gives him the gentlest little squeeze, presses a kiss to the side of his hair.

“For you,” Master murmurs.

They hold him for a little while after that; Mistress plays with his hair, lets him curl up into her front, and Master rubs his back and lets Gabriel cling to his hand.

“Would you like to open your presents?”

“Mmm…” Gabriel is content where he is, and he would happily accept just the grace of their warmth, if that was all they wanted to offer. But Master is gesturing to the boxes, and it clicks, very belatedly, that they’re gifts. They’re for him.

It’s a lot. His hands shake as Gabriel accepts the first present, and his Masters are patient with him when he slowly unpeels the red paper. He glances back to them every few seconds, as if waiting for one of them to yell gotcha. But they don’t, and then the box comes open properly, and he stares down at the little set of brushes and paints inside. Gabriel had liked the crayons when Mistress had brought some home, but he hadn’t thought that they’d noticed.

“Th-these – these are real paints,” he says.

“Yeah, bud. We thought maybe we could put some tarp down in the downstairs study, make it into an art room.” An art room? Gabriel must have too much shock and bewilderment in his expression, because Mistress shakes her head and smiles faintly.

“Or maybe we’ll wait on that. But those are for you, and you can use them however you like. There are some canvases and brushes in the bottom.”

There are indeed canvases in the bottom; they are small, about a foot in diameter, but Gabriel handles each one like it’s made of glass.

“I – I d-don’t-” Words fail him, and Gabriel is left stammering on a thank-you that would never feel like enough anyway.

“Shh, it’s alright, little one,” Master says gently. “You’ve got two more left.”

Two more – that’s two more than Gabriel ever expected. The whole scenario is bizarre. Nothing will ever truly be his, of course - everything in this house is the Master’s property, including him. So these things that they are giving him are also theirs. Just for him to use, maybe.

The second box isn’t a box, but a soft lump wrapped in the same red paper. Gabriel tears this one open with only a little encouragement, and he can’t help but gasp as his fingers meet fabric. It’s the softest thing Gabriel’s ever touched. It’s fuzzy and silky, and when Gabriel curls his fingers into it, the fabric almost slips from his fingers. It’s like holding onto a cloud, and it’s a dark blue, like the night sky.

“It’s, it’s so soft,” he says in awe. Even the blankets on Master and Mistress’s beds aren’t this soft. Gabriel lifts the fabric up, only for it to fold out and tumble down his lap.

“It’s a blanket,” Master explains. He helps shake it out and then tucks it around Gabriel’s shoulder, and it feels like being hugged by a cloud. It’s warm, too, practically decadent, and Gabriel buries his hands in it and sinks deeper into the couch.

“Now, you know you’re allowed to use any of the blankets in the house,” Mistress murmurs. “And the ones in your bedroom are already yours. But we thought it might help if you had one that was just for you.” She smiles and reaches out to squeeze his hand, and the lingering shock keeps Gabriel silent as he accepts the last package.

This one is smaller, around the size the paints had been. His fingers are unsteady as he slips one under the edge, rips carefully at the paper. It still feels utterly surreal, and every second is spent waiting for the other shoe to drop. There’s a smaller box inside, and Gabriel’s eyes widen in recognition. This the box that had come in the mail, over a week ago now. Gabriel turns it over, then shoots a nervous, questioning look to his owners. It’s about the same size as the cavasses, but heavier.

“It’s a tablet,” Mistress says, which does not help with Gabriel’s confusion. He shoots a sidelong glance at Master, then back to the box, wondering if he can get away with pretending to understand.

There’s a quiet, rumbling chuckle, and Master shakes his head. “It’s alright, little one. We already programmed it for you.”

“Yeah, we figured it could be confusing at first. It’s very simple… here.” Mistress holds out a hand for the box, and Gabriel hands it over wordlessly. He has seen phones before, of course – and by the image on the box, he suspects that a tablet is something similar. But he cannot fathom why his owners would give him one.

“Now, it’s not connected to the internet or anything,” Mistress says as she presses the button. “But it’s special for another reason.” The device boots up, and Mistress swipes the little arrow, which leads to a blank screen. “I’ll show you how it works.”

Gabriel leans forward curiously, and takes the tablet when Mistress hands it to him.

“Tap the green icon,” she says. Gabriel obeys, and he almost jumps when the screen responds. “Good. See this list here? There’s two numbers there, tap the first one.” He obeys again, and the screen goes black, except for one red icon on the bottom.

There’s silence for a split second, and Gabriel looks up in alarm, afraid that he’s somehow broken it.

Then Master’s cell phone rings, and Mistress’s face splits in a smile. There’s something almost smug about it as Master reaches into his pocket and swipes the screen.

In his hands, the tablet flares to life with color, and Gabriel almost drops it in surprise. “Oh-”

His Master smiles at him through the screen, and waves up at his phone from where he’s sitting. Gabriel sees it happen twice, once out of the corner of his eye and once on the tablet’s surface.

“Hey, buddy,” Master says with a grin, and even through the screen his smile makes Gabriel feel fluttery inside.

“We know you don’t like to be alone,” Mistress says. “But with me going back to school, and working, and your Master travelling – we wanted to give you a way to call us. Just in case there’s a time when neither of us are home.”

The image on the tablet is impossibly clear, until suddenly it blurs, and Gabriel realizes his eyes have misted over. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead he sniffs, and nods his head, clutches at the tablet.

“Tha-a-ank you,” he manages after a moment, and it’s wet, unsteady. “Th-this is, this is so much, I don’t – I can’t, can’t pay you back for this-” He can’t pay them back for any of it. And how much had a brand-new tablet even cost? Something in his stomach goes cold at the thought, but his owners are already shaking their heads, and Mistress winds an arm around his middle and squeezes.

“Don’t be silly,” she says, and kisses the top of his head. “These are for you. We love you, sweetheart. Besides, we promised to take care of you.” She smiles a tad sheepishly and lifts a hand to play with one of his curls. “Let us spoil you a little.”

It takes him a moment, but Gabriel sniffs again, takes a deep breath.

“Thank you,” he breathes, one last time. This way he can contact them, even when they aren’t here - he thinks of how empty the house seems when they’re gone, and the dark shadows in his room, and he bites his lip. The tablet is still live in his hands, and it shows a close-up of Master’s shirt now that the man has put his phone in his lap.

“The second number is mine,” Mistress adds. “I know we’re still working on your letters, but once you get a bit quicker, you’ll be able to text, too.”

He doesn’t deserve any of it. Gabriel knows that, deep in his bones. The attention, the kindness, the safe place to sleep – it’s all more than he’d ever thought he would get, and he doesn’t know how he can possibly express his gratitude enough.

But he nods tearfully, and leans into Master’s hand at the small of his back, and knows that he’ll spend the rest of his time with them trying.

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@robinshouseofwhump @pepperonyscience @angelsuperwholock @pennsss @silver-sparrow-462 @silverinkgoldenquill @kestrelsparverius @learningtowhump @shameless-whumper @latenightcupsofcoffee @thebluejayswhump @what-huh-imconfused @vickytokio @captivity-whump @pink-and-purple-flowers @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @adventuresofacreesty @kyra-plays @cagefreebirds @whumpywhumper @blue-flare10 @whumptywhumpdump @whumpywhumper @maybeawhumpblog @fallingstormphoenix @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @infreidel @shadowicepuma @justanothermaltesegirl @whump-in-the-night @theawesomeawkward @promptnations @whumpity–whump–whump @maraudersmarvelwhump @haro-whumps @whumposaurus @deluxewhump @nervous-writer @doublebubblebitchqueen @mortifiedwhump @whump-tr0pes @comfortforthepain @kungpao-giffy @whumps-the-word @burtlederp

#gabriel whump series #comfort #pet whumpee #caretaking #creepy caretaking thats actually very soft #its the same you guys know the deal by now

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guiltyidealist · 4 years

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Emochu playlist

- "Mama" by MCR

- "Ghost" by Mystery Skulls

- "Honestly (Encore)" by Gabbie Hanna

- "True Friends" by ???

- "Anywhere But Here" by Mayday Parade

- "You Said Okay" by Flatsound

- "Howl" by Florence and the Machine

- "It's My House" by ???

- "Leopard" by Jack Stauber

- "Freaking Out" by Mystery Skulls

- "I'm A Mess" by Bebe Rexha

- "Sleep" by Flatsound

- "Pigeon" by Cavetown

- "Youth" by Daughter

- "Open Your Eyes" by Sum 41

- "ECHO" by Vocaloid

- "Laminated ET Animal" by ???

- "Infinitesimal" by Mother Mother

- "Orca" by Until The Ribbon Breaks

- "Broken" by ???

#emochu #guiltyocs #guiltyart #my art #artists on tumblr #pikachu #emolga #pokemon #pkmn art

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no1dorohedoro · 4 years

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tagged by @bunnibo!! thank u so much :3

name: gabriel

nickname(s): gabi/gabby, gabe, gabs, gabrielle when people are confused lmao

gender: nonbinary

star sign: leo!!

current time: uuuh 8:38 p.m. on a day i work. wild.

favorite artists: my chemical romance, mystery skulls, gorillaz, saint motel, marina

song stuck in my head: i dunno i cant remember but i’m listening to the secind hunterxhunter ending Hunting For Your Dreams and its SO GOOD. oh my god wait this band also did the opening??? stan galneryus

last movie i saw: the original fantastic four movie was playing at work last week lol

last thing i googled: panic at the disco full song list

other blogs: @gothbyf my artblog. i think i’m gonna go overhaul it

do i get asks: no :,( send me asks!!! i have one ask i havent gotten to yet and i’ll get to it pwomise

reason for url: vampires!! i gotta stick to my guns and just go overboard with vampire stuff.

following: 223 and thats the most i’ve ever been following.

average sleep: i dont even know

lucky number: 13. i was born on friday the 13th 1999

currently wearing: my worn out sailor moon pants and a tank top

dream job: i dunno my dudes i like the idea of making costumes professionally

dream trip: to the fucking star wars part of disneyworld!!!!!!!!!! disneyland!!! whatever!!!!!!

favorite food: this changes a lot but i think its still sinagang. lov the acid soup

instruments: that i play???? flute and piano, and i once played baritone but that was like forever ago and for 3 months

favorite song: Life Is A Perception Of Your Own Reality

tagging: i’m gonna shoot this off the hip and reblog who i remember off the top of my head so @snxggletoothy @vampirekade @marzibuns @catdiary @lifeless-otaku @quailblood @devilabbacchio thats everyone i got from the dome

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mossdeemo · 5 years

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My “Me” Playlist

I blame @pricklyfish777 for this. They didn’t ask me to, but it’s their fault I got the urge to do this

It took forever ooooof

There’s probably trigger warns I should put for some of these songs,,, but I really can’t think of all of them,,,

Welp, here’s all of my issues and personality and likes in one playlist:

A-Okay — Mars Argo

A Turtle’s Heart — Mili

All Night Long — Lobo Loco

Am I A Girl? — That Poppy

American Idiot — Green Day

Andy’s Song — George Salazar & Joe Iconis

Another One Of Those Days — Cavetown

Are You Satisfied? — Marina and The Diamonds

Back Against the Wall — Cage the Elephant

Backstabber — The Dresden Dolls

Bad Guy — Set It Off

Bad Habit — The Dresden Dolls

Basket Case — Green Day

Becky — Championxiii

Birds — Ultimate Storytime

Bit By Bit — Mother Mother

Black Horse and the Cherry Tree —KT Tunsall

Breathe In, Breathe Out — Set It Off

Butterflies — Gabbie Hanna

Call Them Brothers — Regina Spektor

Carried Away — Passion Pit

Chant (Reprise) — Hadestown

Clint Eastwood — Gorillaz

Contemptible Me — Thomas Sanders

Crazy — Makeout

Crush — Tessa Violet

Dancing Queen — ABBA

Dead Mom — Beetlejuice

Dear Jenny — The Dresden Dolls

Disobedient — Steven Universe

Don’t Let’s Start — They Might Be Giants

Everything’s Alright — Kimya Dawson

Feel Good Inc — Gorillaz

Field Below — Regina Spektor

Flamingo — Kero Kero Bonito

Fool — Cavetown

Forbidden Fruit — Thomas Sanders

Formal Girl — Mars Argo

Ghost — Mystery Skulls

Gimme Choclate!! — BABYMETAL

Girl Anachronism — The Dresden Dolls

Glitter and Gold — Barns Courtney

Good Day — The Dresden Dolls

Gravity — The Dresden Dolls

Green — Cavetown

Grrrls — AViVA

Happy Pills — Weathers

Hellfire — Barns Courtney

Help Let Me Go — Danny Gonzalez

Hermit the Frog — Marina and The Diamonds

Hiding In Your Hands — Mallory Bechtel

high and dry — mxmtoon

Hitting On All Sevens — The Devil’s Carnival

Holiday — Green Day

Home — Cavetown

How Far We’ve Come — Matchbox Twenty

How To Disappear Completely — Radiohead

I Am Not A Robot — Marina and The Diamonds

I Can’t Decide — Scissor Sisters

I Don’t Feel Like Dancin — Scissor Sisters

I feel like chet — mxmtoon

I Have a Crush On My Teacher — Kate Miccuci

I Just Laugh — Never Shout Never

I Was An Island — Allison Weiss

idontwannabeyouanymore — Billie Eilish

If I Killed Someone For You — Alec Benjamin

Incomplete — Thomas Sanders

Infinitesimal — Mother Mother

It’s Alright — Mother Mother

It’s Called: Freefall — Rainbow Kitten Surpise

I’d Love To Break It To You —NateWantsToBattle

I’d Rather Be Me — Mean Girls

I’ll Make Cereal — Cavetown

I’m A Mess — Bebe Rexha

I’m Nothing Without You — Dylan Gardner

I’ve No More Fucks To Give — Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq

Just Say When — Kate Miccuci

Kaboom — George Salazar & Joe Iconis

Lemon Boy — Cavetown

Liability — Lorde

Like A Star — Mike Krol

Live To Fight Another Day — The Cog Is Dead

Living Dead — Marina and The Diamonds

Lonesome Organist Rapes Page Turner — The Dresden Dolls

Loose Lips — Kimya Dawson

Mamma Mia — ABBA

Mandy Goes to Med School — The Dresden Dolls

Melody Dean — Amanda Palmer

Mr. Blue Sky — Electric Light Orchestra

Myosotis — Deemo

Mysterious Paths — Marco Belloni

Night Reconnaissance — The Dresden Dolls

Numb — Marina and The Diamonds

Obsessions — Marina and The Diamonds

Oh My God — Ida Marina

Oh No! — Marina and The Diamonds

Only Happy When It Rains — Garbage

Other Friends — Steven Universe

Out the Door — Kate Miccuci

Outcast — NF

Painkiller — Beach Bunny

Party Tattoos — dodie

Peach Lady — Deemo

Pigeon — Cavetown

Pillowcase — Gabbie Hanna

Poison — Cavetown

prom dress — mxmtoon

Prom Queen — Beach Bunny

Prom Queen — Molly Kate Kestner

Quiet — Matilda

Reflection — Mulan

Revolution Lover — Left At London

Runaway — P!nk

Runs In The Family — Amanda Palmer

Saint Bernard — Lincoln

Saturnz Bars — Gorillaz

seasonal depression — mxmtoon

Sex Changes — The Dresden Dolls

Shores of California — The Dresden Dolls

S.L.U.T — Bea Miller

Sorry Bunch — The Dresden Dolls

Space Princess — Human Kitten

Spooky Guy — Danny Gonzalez

Spooky Scary Skeletons — The Living Tombstone

Stuck in the Middle with You — Stealers Wheels

Stuff Is Way — They Might Be Giants

Taking Chances — Kate Miccuci

Terrible Things — April Smith and the Great Picture Show

The Answer — George Salazar + Joe Iconis

The Family Jewels — Marina and The Diamonds

The Goodbye Song — George Salazar & Joe Iconis

The Mouse and the Model — The Dresden Dolls

The Muffin Song — The Gregory Brothers

The Outsider — Marina and The Diamonds

The Rapture Ball — The Poppy

The Second Waltz — André Rieu

The Tea — Danny Gonzalez

The Too Much Song — Lemon Demon

Trouble — Cage the Elephant

Unruly Heart — The Prom

Untitled2 — Deemo

Using You — Mars Argo

Vitamins — Mili

Wait For Me (Reprise) — Hadestown

Waving Through A Window — Dear Evan Hansen

When (Live) — dodie

When the Chips are Down — Hadestown

Word To The Wise — Hadestown

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid — The Offspring

#i put them in alphabetical order cause i can #thomas sanders #the dressen dolls #amanda palmer #mother mother #mili #musicals #cavetown #marina and the diamonds #playlist #my playlist #apple music #my me playlist #f you 7

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softiesabriel · 5 years

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We’ll Meet Again, I Know Where, I Know When

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 1591

TW: Violence, Vomit

Summary: Samantha Winchester is jumped one night on her way home from a diner, and has the feeling she's going to die, until a mysterious savior comes to her aid. Her name is Gabriel and she's the most mysterious person Sam has ever met.

This was written for @sabrielevents Sabriel Week! Day 4 is a Free Day so I decided to write a Genderbend fic I've been thinking of lately!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19465414

So this was it - this was how Sam would die.

It was night time, almost the next morning, and she had been on her merry way back to her dorm. Alone. Her boyfriend was sleeping, exhausted after pulling an all-nighter for a project, but she still had work to do for tomorrow, so she’d left and gone to a nearby 24/7 cafe to avoid disturbing him. An ache in her shoulder reassured her she had forgotten nothing at the table, but she had forgotten something at home. A form of protection other than her fists. Every woman has it drilled into their heads from the day they are old enough to step outside alone, to never really be alone. To take your friends Mace and Knife and Whistle with you. The holy trinity. But Sam had forgotten them completely, more focused on her work than anything else.

She remembered them the moment a hand grabbed her and yanked her into an alleyway.

She gasped, panic flooring through her system, freezing her for a moment. Only her eyes moved, and they noticed she was outnumbered. Four able-bodied, drunk or high, or possibly both, men surrounding her. Snap out of it! Her mother’s voice screamed at her, and of course she obeyed. She pushed her hand through the grip and grabbed the assailants wrist, turning it to the right further than it should naturally go. He yelled in pain, letting go of Sam’s wrist, and she kicked him backwards in the stomach. A choked cry escaped her own throat as six hands grabbed her from behind, clawing at her throat and shoulders before throwing her to the ground. For a moment, her vision went white, as the back of her head slammed against the concrete. The men scrambled at her messenger bag, tossing aside papers in favor of her money, then trying to tug at her laptop. Sam lunged forward, head-butting into one of the men and knocking him back on his ass, but that made more pain shoot across her skull. Bile crept up her throat as the dark world spun and blurred for a moment that felt like forever. In retaliation, another man kicked her in the stomach, and that finally pushed the bile up. That did not deter these hungry scavengers. More kicks were delivered, and that’s when Sam accepted it. She’d die, wind up on the news for a few days or less, and then fade from the memories of everyone.

Then a different kind of light blinded her, because the assaulters reacted too. They looked up, then began shouting frantically at each other to run, tripping over themselves as the rumble of wheels on pavement grew frighteningly close. Dazed, all Sam could do was tuck her head under her arms. All she felt pass by her was air, and the buzzing of a truck engine ended up on the other side of her. She was miraculously fine.

Boots kicked open the drivers door, and the next moment a woman was leaning over Sam, who squinted against the obscenely bright headlights. Her hair was long, practically forming a golden curtain around Sam’s head, as she observed her with whiskey colored eyes, that Sam swore were glowing. “Boy did they rough you up,” she murmured, brushing the back of Sam’s head lightly, and the pain was subtly alleviated. The mysterious woman cast her glowing gaze backwards and snapped. A faint yell of pain went up in the distance, then fell back into the silence. She turned back to Sam. “Let’s get you home.”

“Thank you,” Sam murmured, thinking still cloudy so she didn’t even remember to tell this girl where she lived. The girl looped an arm under Sam’s and helped her into the passenger’s seat of her blue truck, before jumping (literally jumping - she was too short for her own vehicle) into the driver's seat. She didn’t remember doing her own seatbelt, or the woman leaning over to do it, but she was already strapped in and leaned back in the seat, obscuring her vision of the girl. Clunks of shifting signalled they were going in reverse, and the woman backed out, turning onto the mostly quiet road without issue.

“What’s your name?” Sam asked, feeling out of place with the stranger.

“Gabriel.”

Sam’s eyes widened with worry for a moment. Had she been misgendering them this whole time? “Gabriel? What are your pronouns?”

Gabriel grinned, laughing a little. “She/her, well as of right now. It’s what I prefer anyways. Let’s just say my father was a fan of more masculine names. You can call me Gabe for short.”

“Not like...Gabbie?”

“I mean, you could. I hadn’t thought of that nickname. Gabbie…” Gabriel, or Gabe or Gabbie, said thoughtfully.

There was a beat of silence. “Thank you...you saved my life. How could I repay you?” Sam asked.

Gabbie waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that. I see someone in danger, I help them.”

“I’ll pay you back somehow.”

Her honey gaze glanced back at Sam, and there was a bittersweet look in them. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again one of these days. Maybe then.”

“Do you live around here?”

Gabbie shrugged, oddly pondering the question. “Eh, well, I’m...around. I travel a lot. I don’t really live in one place.”

“Well that’s cryptic. Where’s your mail sent to then?” Sam pressed. She wanted to at least mail a thank you card.

“I don’t get mail.”

“What?”

“It’s a long, long, long story. And I’m sure you’ve heard...something...like it before.”

A decipher code would be handy right about now. But perhaps she was being creepily pushy. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be pushy or anything.”

Gabbie waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t blame you. I’ve been told I’m pretty mysterious. And troublesome.” She smirked back at Sam.

They pulled up to the college campus, and Sam sat up, unbuckling. “Thank you so much for the ride, I promise to make it up to you,” She pledged.

Gabbie’s eyes shot around cautiously. “Actually, why don’t I walk you in? Just in case.”

“I can handle myself.” Although Sam did have to admit she missed having another person watching her back, she could usually keep a good eye out for herself.

“It’d put me a lot more at ease if you let me.”

Sam shrugged. She didn’t see what harm this girl could do. If she tried anything by herself, Sam was sure she could easily overpower her. “Alright then. Come on.” She stepped out and walked around to the other side onto the sidewalk, meeting with Gabbie and finally getting a clear look at her. She was slightly chubby, with a round face framed by wavy, dirty blonde hair. She wore a navy denim jacket with scattered pins, including a halo, bluejay, and a little candy jar, among other things. Suddenly self-conscious of what she was wearing and then realizing it must be covered in vomit, she looked down quickly, only to discover her clothes were crystal clean. Huh. It must have been a lucky break.

They walked up to the door together, and Gabbie opened it, giving a bow as she let Sam walk first. Sam laughed at her antics, and Gabbie grinned as she joined her. Gabbie looked around curiously. “So this is where you bougie law students live huh?”

Sam snorted. “Yeah, we’re super bougie. We have pure gold chandeliers in each room, which are also all suites.”

“Wow, impressive.”

“And the coffee we drink to pull all-nighters every night is shipped fresh from Brazil and ground by hand. Only the best beans for us.”

“That’s sooo cool, tell me more,” Gabbie used a Valley Girl voice, batting her eyelashes and clinging to Sam’s arm. Normally being touched by a stranger like that would feel uncomfortable, but Sam didn’t mind it. Not when it was Gabbie.

Sam went on like this as they walked up the stairs, eventually developing a British accent, and they giggled at each other, forgetting the encounter that had brought them together. In time, Sam came to her doorway, and she found herself feeling sad at the arrival. Gabbie looked the same.

“Again, thank you -”

“Ah, don’t say it one more time,” Gabbie put her hand up. “I have your back.”

Sam smiled softly. She pulled her keys out of her pocket. “I hope you’re right, about us seeing each other again soon.”

That same bittersweet look crossed Gabbie’s face. “Something tells me I am.”

Sam opened the door and stepped inside. “Goodnight Gabbie.”

“Goodnight Sam.” And with that she turned and left.

When Sam walked in she went straight to the bathroom, splashing some water on her face then looking up in the mirror. Again with that lucky break - no bruises marked her up, not on her face or arms or legs, not anywhere she could see. The only mark she was left with was the smile Gabbie gave her. The one that made Sam question this feeling in her chest for the first time. The same kind of feeling that strengthened as she walked into her bedroom and saw her boyfriend passed out, arm draping over the side. She slipped in beside him, arm curling over his side, but as she glanced up at the ceiling a part of her expected her honey-haired rescuer to pop up.

She would never guess, not in a million years, that she’d run into her once again, and they’d both reveal their true selves to each other.

#sabriel #sabrielweek2019 #sabriel fic

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the-penny-dreadfuls · 5 years

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In 1986 Newell Sessions of Thermopolis, Wyoming was given several possessions of a friend to keep in storage in his shed. The friend, who would only be publically referred to as Gabby, said that he would only need the storage for a short amount of time. 1992 rolled around, and Gabby never came to collect his items. He moved away from Thermopolis to Mississippi, seemingly forgetting his possessions. Sessions and his wife were greatly curious about these items, in particular a weathered, old trunk. Sessions was able to break the padlock and after six years of patient waiting, he was finally about to see what was inside.

It was a chilling discovery. Locked inside the trunk were the skeletal remains of a man. It appeared that he had been crammed in there for years. There was nothing within the footlocker that could help identify him; the only other item was a shopping bag from Hy-Vee, a Midwestern chain of grocery stores. Before contacting the authorities, Session’s called Gabby to inform him of what had been found in the trunk. Gabby, too, was shocked. He claimed to have bought the footlocker at a garage sale around 1973. He could not remember which state it had been in, and because he thought he was lacking the tools to properly break the lock, Gabby left the trunk untouched until it was just another forgotten purchase.

The remains were sent in for examination. Technicians found a .25 caliber bullet lodged into the man’s skull. He was missing a hand. The victim was believed to be a white male, who was between the ages of 50 to 60 and stood at 5’8. Due to the military style of the trunk, it was possible that he had served in the Armed Forced or had some ties to it. The date of death could not be determined. The clues left behind left a wide range for possible years. The bullet who killed him first available for purchase in the United States as early as 1908, and the Hy-Vee grocery bag found inside was first manufactured during the 1950’s. The trunk itself was made in the 1930’s. Because of this, Gabby was not considered to be a suspect in the mysterious death, as he was only in his 40’s in 1992. Investigators created a 3D facial reconstruction of what they believed the unnamed victim looked like in hopes someone may recognize him.

For twenty-five years the case, which had become known as “Gabby’s Bones”, remained unsolved. It was not until October of 2017 did Hot Springs County finally receive some answers after a woman submitted her DNA for testing. It came back as a match. “Gabby’s Bones” finally had a name; Joseph Mulvaney, who vanished during the 1960s. Mulvaney’s daughter revealed that her father had been murdered by his brother John Morris, who was later revealed to be "Gabby". After the murder, Morris stuffed the body into the trunk and buried it yet. Years later, when he decided it was time to move, he unearthed the footlocker and took it with him to Wyoming. It would end up in the possession of Newell Sessions. Sometime after his darkest secret had been discovered, John Morris committed suicide. Joseph Mulvaney’s remains were returned to his family, and they were finally able to give him a proper burial.

#True Crime #tcoriginal #Gabby's Bones #Joseph Mulvaney #true crime research #John Morris

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danicloth · 2 months

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You know I'll always have your back…

Oh yeah, I'm back! ✨🌸✨

I'm finally free and it was time to draw them, so here's some Grape Juice 🩷💜

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laurasanchez36 · 5 years

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Madam Holly the Scary Doll and Possessed From (My NEW MSA OC)

First name Doll: Madam Holly the Scary Doll Creator Doll Maker: Fanny-chan Owner: Unnamed Little Girl and Mindy Pepper (Current later Formerly) Status: Alive (later Deceased) Causing of Death: Destroyed by Axe. Alignment: Bad Goals: Destroyed Micheal Jones' Note Love (failed),Killing Pepper Familiy (failed) and Murdering Mystery Skulls Gang (failed) Occupation: Dolls Store, Possessed Object and Demon Doll Personality: Possessed by Demon Shredder, darkness, Murdering Final Fated: Destroyed in to Piece by Mindy with axe. Note: Mindy' doll like as Annabelle for Scary Movie is Annabelle and Reminds Me about Gabby Gabby and Annabelle

#madam_holly_my_new_mystery_skulls_oc #madam_holly_my_new_msa_oc

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ponyheadcanons · 2 years

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made a mlp character theme list

Applejack: Applejack by Dolly Parton with lyrics

Rainbow Dash: Daft Punk - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (Official audio)

Pinkie: Italobrothers - My Life is a Party [Lyrics/HD]

Twilight: Mystery Skulls - "Magic" feat. Brandy and Nile Rodgers [Official Audio]

Rarity: Lady Gaga- Fashion Lyrics

Fluttershy: TheFatRat - Fly Away (Lyrics) feat. Anjulie

Spike: The Score - Higher (Official Audio)

Trixie: Little Mix - Black Magic (Lyrics)

Starlight: Zootopia - Try Everything (Lyrics, Shakira)

Sunset: Katrina And The Waves - Walking On Sunshine (Lyrics)

Celestia: SMASH MOUTH - WALKING ON THE SUN LYRICS [ON SCREEN]

Luna: ItaloBrothers - Moonlight Shadow

Cadence: Rihanna - Only Girl (In The World) (Lyrics)

Flurry Heart: Fifth Harmony - That's My Girl (Lyrics)

Shining Armor: The Script - Superheroes (Lyrics)

Chrysalis: Kesha - Your Love Is My Drug (Lyrics) Applebloom: Little Mix - Little Me (lyrics + pictures)

Scootaloo: Little Mix - Wings (Lyric Video)

Sweetie Belle: Clean Bandit - Symphony (Lyrics) feat. Zara Larsson

Babs Seed: Zombie - The Cranberries (Lyrics) 🎵

Gabby: On My Way (From "Brother Bear"/Soundtrack Version)

Silverspoon: Millionaire (feat. Nelly) (Clean Radio Edit) (Audio) - Cash Cash & Digital Farm Animals

Diamond Tiara: Diamonds - Rihanna (Lyrics) 🎵

Muffins: Dj Raaban - Lucky Star

Doctor Whooves: Three Days Grace- Get Out Alive (lyrics)

Lyra: Ed Sheeran - Galway Girl (Lyrics)

Bon Bon: Bow wow wow - I Want Candy (lyrics)

Vinyl: On The Floor - Jennifer Lopez [lyrics]

Octavia: Clean Bandit - Rather Be (Lyrics) feat. Jess Glynne

If you have any you want me to use just tell me the character and the song and I’ll try to add it. If it’s one of the kids keep the song clean

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thisisrou · 7 years

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Niya and Gabby

@lady-protector

1: What’s something other characters will notice first about your character?Niya: She can’t stand in one place longer than 3 minutes. She is very sarcastic. Gabby: She is too happy, and always smiling. She has a very strong positive emission.

2: What’s your character’s aesthetic (things associated with your character)?Niya: Bears, and dreams. Gabby: Dancing, smiling, hugs. (I’m not sure if my answers are the real answers of the question) this song

3:What outfit or style of clothing is your character most often seen wearing?Niya: Comfortable but fashionable clothes. Boots, jeans (she loves mom jeans) and texts on T-shirt. Some hidden weapon for aceccories. Gabby: Cute dress or shirts. She loves loose pullovers. But she wears dance dress most of the time.

4:What would your character wear to a formal gathering such as a dance, a wedding, or a funeral? Niya: Something mysterious but sexy. She doesn’t really like formal dresess, but if she has to wear that she makes the best. Maybe call Ori for help. Gabby: Something simple and nice. Some glitter maybe but not too much. I can imagine her in a blue dress.

5: What kind of transport does your character usually use? Niya:Walking, public transport (she hates metro) and taxi. Gabby:She likes walking and she often use subway or buses

6: What kind of media would (or does) your character consume? This includes books, tv shows, video games, and movies. Niya: TV shows,books and horror movies…she really love them. Maybe a few video games but she hasn’t got a partner yet. Gabby: Books, movies and TV shows. Love stories and Crime shows :P

7: What would be an average shopping list for your character? Niya: Deep-frozen foods, water, chips and fruits. She can’t cook so she orders pizza or visits restaurants. Her favourite one called “Ivan’s apartment”. Gabby:Fruits, orange juice, bread,cheese and chocolate…Maybe ice cream.

8: If your character attended school, did they have a favourite or best subject?Niya: PE, history (but she hates school) Gabby:Arts, literature, sometimes PE.

9: Does your character have a dream job or life path for themselves? Niya: She wants to find her real parents. She wants to be with Armin and wants to see him happy. Secret dream to be a better hit man tha Ivan. I think it stays a dream forever. Gabby: Her dream is to be a famous and well-known dancer and she wants to marry with Nyx.

10: Does your character have a particular way of talking or acting? Niya:She can speaks very loud but nothing special. Gabby: She’s always smiling. Unless there is a sad thing happened or mentioned.

11:Does your character have any tattoos, piercings, mechanical parts, or other body modifications? What’s the story behind them? Niya: She has a tatto represent the “Ursa Minor”. It means “little bear”. And she is a little bear. Gabby: Nothing special, but she wants a tattoo someday.

12: Does your character have any addictions, allergies, diseases, illnesses, disorders, or disabilities? How does this affect their life? Niya: She has a dust allergie but nothing extreme. Gabby: Her ankles are not the best and she can’t touch silver. She allergic to wicked people.

13:What’s your character’s preferred method of self-care? Niya: Sleeping or meeting with her loved ones, Ivan, and Ar. Gabby: Dancing or walking in the nature. Cheering up people also cheer her up

14: When does your character feel truly at peace? Niya: With her “step-father” and with Ar her boyfriend and alone just walking in the streets. Gabby: With Nyx or when she dancing alone. And of course with her family when everybody is happy and they are together...

15: What’s one thought, idea, goal, dream, or desire that your character is most ashamed of having? Niya: Find her real parents. Gabby:Live with Nyx and to make her loved ones happy.

16: What’s one memory that your character will always be fond of? Niya: The night after her nightmare with Ivan. (That is not happened yet, but whens she meets with her real father) Gabby: When she saw Nyx without the skull tattoo

17: How does alcohol affect your character? Gabby/Niya: fast metabolism, doesn’t affect.

18: Does your character have any (real or fictional) famous relatives, ancestors, or descendants? Niya: Nope. Or, she doesn’t know about it, she doesn’t know her real family Gabby:Nobody. Her family is just an avarage werewolf family.

19: What words would your character use to define themself? Niya: Explorer, foolish, sarcastic, mischievous Gabby: Sunshine, helper, dreamer

20: Describe any AUs you have for your character/s. Niya/Gabby: tehere is no AU.

#abittoolate #finally #my ocs #NiyaAndGabby

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alshamey · 7 years

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20 Medical Mysteries http://yourgradgear.com/2017/10/16/20-medical-mysteries/

New Post has been published on http://yourgradgear.com/2017/10/16/20-medical-mysteries/

20 Medical Mysteries

Sarah Klein

October 19, 2012

The man who survived a 500-foot fall. The twin who lived inside his brothers belly for three decades. The toddler who doesn’t age.

Medical history–recent and otherwise–is filled with jaw-dropping oddities, miraculous recoveries, and unsolved mysteries. There is more to these cases than shock value, however. What headlines call “miracles” are a testament to human resilience, and so-called medical mysteries remind us just how much we have to learn about the body and mind.

We’ve compiled 20 of the most extraordinary cases from the world of medicine. Some of these stories may sound like the stuff of science fiction, but every one is true.

7 Mysterious Afflictions

The girl who doesn’t age Brooke Greenberg is 30 inches tall and weighs 30 pounds. She looks like a toddler and has the mind of a toddler—but she is actually 16 years old.

Her hair and nails are the only parts of her body that have grown since she was 4. Growth hormone therapy has had no effect, and doctors are baffled by her condition. Researchers have been studying her DNA in search of a genetic mutation that might unlock the fountain of youth that keeps her young. Her family, meanwhile, has accepted that Brooke will likely be a baby forever.

The girl who feels no pain As much as it hurts, pain teaches us important lessons (not to touch a hot stove, for example). People with a rare genetic disorder known as hereditary sensory autonomic neuropathy (HSAN) type V feel no pain, however, and may never learn those lessons.

Eight-year-old Gabby Gingras constantly and unwittingly injures herself, sometimes seriously. She has knocked out all but one of her adult teeth (which grew in early after doctors suggested pulling her baby teeth), and as a baby she scratched herself blind in her left eye. She now wears safety glasses and sleeps in swim goggles to protect her right eye. There is no cure for HSAN type V, but as people age and learn how to manage their condition, they can lead relatively normal lives.

Tree man The arms, legs, and face of Indonesian Dede Kosawa are covered in bark-like warts, which have made him internationally famous and earned him the nickname Tree Man. Doctors believe the growths are caused by a type of human papillomavirus (HPV) that has been exacerbated by a genetic immune defect.

In 2007, Kosawa had 12 pounds of warts removed at an Indonesian hospital, and in February he underwent his ninth round of surgery. He now has better use of his hands and feet but will continue to need surgery every few months, as there is no known cure for his condition.

Vomiting cured by showers Maria Rogers was afflicted with mysterious episodes of intense vomiting. She would check into the hospital and the vomiting would stop; she would return home and it would return. The only thing that seemed to help were long, hot showers.

As Lisa Sanders, MD, relates in her book Every Patient Tells a Story, Rogers’s doctors were stumped. But a simple Google search for “persistent vomiting improved by hot showers” yielded the answer in seconds: cannabinoid hyperemesis, or excessive vomiting due to chronic marijuana use, a relatively new and unheard of syndrome. (When asked, Rogers acknowledged that she was a frequent pot smoker.)

Disembarkment syndrome Many sea travelers have to regain their “land legs” once they’re back on solid ground. Their limbs may feel wobbly for a few minutes, or the ground may seem to move beneath their feet. Sufferers of disembarkment syndrome never escape this feeling. Long after they have disembarked, they feel constantly in motion or off-balance.

The condition is usually brought on by traveling, particularly after long stretches of time on a boat (such as a cruise). Scientists say it occurs when the brain fails to re-adapt to land after adapting to the pitching and rolling of a boat.

Treatment devices, such as vibrating vests and socks that help sufferers maintain their balance, are still in the prototype phase. Until then, the only relief seems to come from the hair of the dog: For some people, driving and other types of motion tends to calm the rocking sensation.

The woman with giant legs Doctors knew something was wrong with Mandy Sellars from the moment she was born. The 34-year-olds legs and feet were abnormally large at birth, and they have continued to grow at an alarming rate. Today, her legs alone weigh 210 pounds.

Experts have not been able to diagnose her problem, although some of the doctors she has consulted believe she suffers from Proteus syndrome—an extremely rare condition that causes deformities, including partial gigantism, which may have afflicted the Elephant Man.

Sellars lives on her own, does volunteer work, and even drives. But carrying so much extra weight on her frame could begin to tax her heart, and she may ultimately need a double amputation.

A prisoner in her own body Stiff Person Syndrome (SPS) can leave patients feeling like prisoners in their own bodies. Severe muscle spasms lead to the locking of the muscles, leaving patients paralyzed sometimes for hours on end, and in excruciating pain.

Kristie Tunicks symptoms are so debilitating that the 32-year-old often has difficulty leaving bed. Tunick has undergone multiple tests and surgeries to try to improve her condition, including having her gallbladder removed in 2006.

The operation seems to have made the condition worse and resulted in periods of unconsciousness. Diagnosing SPS is difficult, so Tunick is currently waiting to undergo further testing.

4 Miraculous Recoveries

Internal decapitation A so-called internal decapitation—when the skull separates from the spine without rupturing the skin or severing the spinal cord—is fatal 98% of the time. Jordan Taylor walked away from it.

In the fall of 2008, after a dump truck slammed into the car in which he and his mother were traveling, Taylors head was reconnected to his spine with metal plates and titanium rods. Most people who survive this injury are paralyzed for life, but Taylor, 10, walked out of the hospital with minimal spinal cord damage just three months after the accident.

The man who fell from the sky In December 2007, Alcides Moreno and his brother, Edgar, fell 47 stories in their window-washing platform along the side of a New York City skyscraper. Edgar died on impact. Alcides, then 37, survived.

After a total of 16 surgeries, he awoke in December and was talking by early January. At a press conference, physicians described Morenos recovery from the traumatic fall as “miraculous” and “unprecedented.” Shortly thereafter he was discharged from the hospital to a rehab center, and his doctors think he may one day walk again.

Cut in half by a truck In 1995, Chinas Peng Shulin was cut in half by a truck. Left with only half of his torso, Peng stood 26″ tall. Skin grafts were taken from his face to repair what was left of his body. Not only did he survive the accident, but he also began walking again, thanks to a specially designed cup-shaped prosthetic with bionic legs. Peng has been strengthening his upper body and, with the aid of a walker, is now out of bed. (Life.com)

Awake after a 19-year coma Polish railroad worker Jan Grzebski woke up from a coma after an astounding 19 years. Grzebski slipped into a coma in 1988 after being hit by a train. Doctors expected him to live for two or three years.

His wife stayed by his side, moving him to prevent bedsores and praying for his recovery. When he awoke in 2007, he was surprised to find that the Communist party had fallen and that people were talking on cell phones.

In 2003, American Terry Wallis also awoke from a 19-year coma. The longest coma on record lasted 37 years, but the patient never regained consciousness.

]5 Amazing Births

The girl with 8 limbs In 2005, a girl with four arms and legs was born in a poor, rural Indian village. Lakshmi Tatma had two functioning arms and legs on the top of her body, but fused with her body at the pelvis was a parasitic twin with two arms and legs of its own, an undeveloped torso, and no head. (Had the parasitic twin continued developing in utero, Lakshmi would have been born with a conjoined twin.)

In the fall of 2007, a team of 30 surgeons spent 27 hours removing Lakshmis extra limbs, repairing her organs, and rebuilding her body. The dangerous procedure was successful, but she may need additional surgery in the future.

Trapped twin lives inside brother—for 36 years Sanju Bhagat was always a little concerned about his large stomach, which was once so big he appeared to be nine months pregnant. Amazingly, he never received any medical attention for his protruding belly until he was hospitalized for shortness of breath in 1999 at the age of 36.

Instead of the enormous tumor they expected to find, the doctors who operated on Bhagat found the remains of a half-formed twin that had been living inside him. The condition, known as fetus in fetu, occurs when one twin gets trapped inside the body of the other in the womb.

In most cases both twins die before birth, but it is possible for both to grow and thrive after birth if the trapped fetus forms an umbilical cordâ€“like attachment to the host twin. After his twin was removed, Bhagats shortness of breath disappeared.

Boy born with heart outside his chest When Christopher Wall was born with his heart beating outside his chest—an extremely rare birth defect known as ectopia cordis—doctors did not expect him to survive even one day.

However, Wall just celebrated his 34th birthday. In his first 18 months of life, doctors performed 15 surgeries in an attempt to reposition Walls heart within his chest; when the risks became too great, they gave up and simply covered the heart with extra skin and, eventually, a sternum fashioned from a part of his hip bone.

With the extra aid of a plastic chest protector worn under his clothes, Wall took up basketball and karate, which he continues to enjoy today.

The little mermaid Only a handful of children are known to have survived sirenomelia, a birth defect—also known as mermaid syndrome—in which the legs are fused together. Shiloh Pepin is one of them. In addition to having one large extremity where her legs should have been, Pepin was born with no reproductive organs, no rectum, and no bladder—just 6 inches of a large intestine and a quarter of a kidney.

Doctors arent sure what causes the circulation problem that leads to the syndrome, and they arent sure what the future holds for Pepin either. The oldest known survivor of the condition is 20-year-old Tiffany Yorks, whose legs were separated early in her life. Yorks has lived through a lifetime of reconstructive surgeries (Pepin herself has already had more than 150) and is currently waiting for a kidney transplant.

Baby born twice When Keri and Chad McCartney went to the ob-gyn to find out the sex of their baby-to-be six months into the pregnancy, they got some unexpected and frightening news: A grapefruit-size tumor was slowly killing the fetus. Doctors had to remove the tumor—although it wasnt cancerous, it was sucking up the blood that the fetus needed to grow—and to do so, they performed a surgery that has been completed fewer than 20 times.

They brought the baby about 80% out of her mothers womb, excised the tumor, and then tucked her back in. Ten weeks later, in May 2008, Macie Hope McCartney was born—again. And this time for good.

(Life.com)

4 Stories of Survival

Stabbed with a key in the eye and brain In September 2008, Nicholas Holderman was only 17 months old when he fell in his home and landed face down on a set of keys. One of the keys punctured his eyelid, flattened his eye, and forced its way into his brain.

After an agonizing four hours in the emergency room, during which the hospital staff and Holdermans family waited for specialists to arrive, an experienced surgeon removed the key in less than 30 minutes. Amazingly, the toddler suffered no serious damage to his eye or brain. During a Today show appearance, his mother, Staci, said that people who look at Nicholas cant even tell which eye was injured.

Teen lives 118 days without a heart DZhana Simmons, of South Carolina, suffers from a condition that weakened her heart, leaving it pumping inefficiently. After a failed heart transplant, Simmons was given an artificial heart to pump blood for her. Artificial hearts are typically used to support a patients own heart rather than replace it entirely, but Simmonss heart was removed from her body altogether.

Simmons lived without a heart for 118 days, until she finally received a successful transplant in October 2008. Doctors believe Simmons, who was 14 at the time, to be the youngest patient kept alive in this manner. (A German adult survived without a heart for nine months.)

Most extensive face transplant ever When her husband shot her in the face five years ago, Connie Culp was left with only fragments of her upper eyelids, forehead, lower lip, and chin. In a 22-hour procedure in December 2008, surgeons at the Cleveland Clinic replaced 80% of Culps face with the face of a donor who had just died.

It was the most extensive and complex face transplant ever performed, the first in the United States, and just the fourth worldwide. Culp still draws stares from strangers, but she is finally able to talk, smile, smell, and taste again.

Worlds oldest living conjoined twins At 57 years old, Ronnie and Donnie Galyon are the oldest living conjoined twins in the world, having far exceeded the life-span predictions that doctors made at their birth in 1951.

Joined at the base of their sternum, they have separate arms and legs, stomachs, lungs, and hearts, but they share one large intestine and one set of male reproductive organs. As children they worked in circus sideshows to help support their large family, and they continued to do so into the 1990s.

With lots of help from their younger brother Jim, they now live independently in a house they bought in 1991. However, Jim noted in a 2009 TLC documentary that the twins health is beginning to decline.