#but it was really nice i think it was a good positive presence!! Very needed

[taichouu]

Today's selfship shenanigans were literally so fun I love you my friends forever and ever ^_^

#i just love seeing couples tbh i was feeling really down the last few days #tai talks #but it was really nice i think it was a good positive presence!! Very needed

[cozycottagetarot]

PAC: Your Person's Appearance

What Are Their Vibes & Characteristics?

PILE 1 (Source) | PILE 2 (Source) | PILE 3 (Source)

This was supposed to be a quick reading but idk what happened 🤨. I apologise if it's scattered though I think I saw that every time 😅.

Anyways, this reading covers your person's vibes they give off as well as any notable features about them. As always this reading is for entertainment purposes only. ✨

Version 1 Of This Reading

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PILE 1

Initial Impressions: Dark features, intelligent look, balanced masculine and feminine energies, ambitious, helpful, burnout, (Mount) Vesuvius, mystical, dreamy, starry-eyed, intuitive, regal, physically fit, wish fulfilment, hope, they brighten up the room, a new beginning, secure.

Vibes You May Pick Up On:

They have a quiet confidence. Even if they don’t say much of anything, you can sense their self-assuredness. They could be in a position of power career-wise where they oversee others or an operation but I don’t think that it’s something they’re particularly happy about or take lightly. People may think it’s all fun and games for them but actually, it’s quite the opposite. They could actually be quite lonely despite their work. They could have left home and they can’t return to it. They carry a heaviness with them. Working on themselves and levelling up. Focused. Lost in thought. Optimistic. They could exude a sense of hope and magic, just being in their presence may boost your mood. Busy. Moving from one thing to the next. Coffee shop vibes. Proportionate body. Someone new that you’re manifesting. You two could meet at a time of change and transformation in one or both of your lives. If you’re accustomed to unhealthy relationships or drawn to people that aren’t good for you, this is the opposite. They might not even look like they used to. They’ll have a very nice body… you may really like their legs. They may wear clothes that expose a part of their body... particularly their chest. Nurturing energy. I think you may just kind of know or you’ll feel a sense of peace.

Notable Characteristics:

Hair colours are pretty diverse— you’ve got black, red, blonde and grey (or platinum that came to me as well) hair. They could have curly or kinky hair types. The only one that came out for face shapes was square. Their eyes may be hooded or they may have a monolid. They could have a broad or roman shaped nose. When it comes to their mouth. They could have a cupid’s bow and thin lips, straight teeth and they may smirk a lot or their smile looks like a smirk. The last few physical things are they might be on the shorter side or shorter than you and they could have scars or a skin condition (eczema, vitiligo, etc). Their voice may be smooth or animated. Their style could be very aesthetic or vintage and they may wear a lot of formal/business wear. They may come across as quiet/reserved, intelligent and charismatic.

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PILE 2

Initial Impressions: Symphony by Clean Bandit feat Zara Larson came to me, Someone you’re destined to meet.. the one who got away or someone who’s unforgettable from day one, dangerous look, security, a strong appearance, protective, fierce, a wish fulfilled, a musician, someone who moves with fluidity, muse, not the knight you expect, a little bit closed off

Vibes You May Pick Up On:

They may try to stay under the radar, but I think that may be a little hard… at least when it comes to you. You may need some help with them though, as in getting a relationship started. There’s a wildness to them but it might get them in trouble so they try to tame themselves (I also hear tame their desire for adventure). They may not look like their stable but they are and they worked hard for what they have. I think this person may look focused… a little bit scruffy or dishevelled if they’re a man. I felt like you may be cautious of them but I think that they may also come across as guarded and cautious of others. There’s definitely a sense of maturity to them and wisdom. Highly perceptive. They could have multiple ear piercings. You could meet this person by chance. In one of the previous versions (see the end of your pile’s reading) I think I wrote that you two might meet in a way ‘only the divine could have orchestrated’. I don’t know how to describe it, but it may not be a meeting you could have ever thought to dream of/up. I think of wolves when I think of this person based on the cards as well. They may have a tough exterior, not easily approachable. They’re everything you want whether or not you know or see it at first. They may carry a lot of stress. Actually very passionate and inspiring. A diamond in the rough or a lamp that needs polishing.

Notable Characteristics

Short, curvy (I also remember picking up on husky at one point in a prev version), they could wear glasses but prefer to wear contacts. For hair, you guys have a good set of cards so their hair may be a significant feature. The cards around hair were— wavy, unique cut/style, afro (or puffy hair), salt & pepper, short hair, blonde, grey hair, long hair, and straight hair. For facial hair, it’s either clean-shaven or a beard. Their face shape could be round, square or diamond-shaped. For lips, they could have a cupid’s bow. They could have brown or green eyes or their eye colour may look unique. Their voice could be youthful or higher in pitch or on the opposite end deep. You also got smooth and they could have a foreign accent (whatever that means to you). Lastly, some impressions about this person are they may come across as confident, charismatic, quiet/reserved and professional/polished.

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PILE 3

Initial Impressions: Vibes of being a player. Not being from around the same location. Something about their eyes. A rake. Large and in charge. Good with words or a sweet talker. Lively. Someone not to be tied down. Awakening something with you. Happy. Young. Naive. Sociable. Could be from somewhere warm or they could make you warm. Strong. Visually impaired? Intuitive… like they know the "secrets of the universe”. Jewellery may be significant. Wanderer. Hands. Might wear lots of prints. Rings. Marriage material. They could be a risk taker or look like a risk you’re willing to take. They may be quite flamboyant which might resonate a lot if you’re more reserved in how you dress or present yourself to the world. Grey hair. Frustrating. Baby Charli XCX.

Vibes You May Pick Up On:

They might come across as slightly immature and before some of you roll your eyes, immaturity doesn’t always show up as a negative. It could be a playfulness to them that makes you think they haven’t really lived and explored life yet. They may give off the vibe that pursuing them is a risk of some kind on your part. You might feel like you’ve got to be very careful about pursuing them or allowing them to pursue you.

They could look like a social butterfly. An infectious vibe or personality. They may light up the room. For a lot of you, I feel like I’m viewing this person in an educational or work setting and like watching them from afar interact with other people. They could look like a drifter. One dynamic I’m picking up on as well is your person being the type of person willing to pack up and go anywhere on a whim while you may be more cautious and the type to need a plan first. They’ll say ‘runaway with me’ and look at you expectantly while your head and heart battle. They may seem very creative or flamboyant. There’s a sense of home or familiarity too. Not sure how you’re going to get the final cut of this atm, but I definitely picked that up in the first deck I used. “Your person could look familiar to you— it doesn’t necessarily mean that you know them though for half of you I think you could. I think when you see your person you may have that “Have we met before?” moment.”

Physically you may find their hands very attractive. They could be skilled in a profession where they have to use their hands a lot (mainly for crafting I’m getting this scenario) and could either hand you something or demonstrate something where you’re focused on their hands. Very attractive hands lol, this may make you blush. They could look very athletic. Very confident. They may turn your world upside down (in a freeing way I see).

Notable Characteristics

The most notable thing about your person may be their voice. I’ve made some traits/characteristics and the majority of what I got relates to voice. Some traits you’ve got for voice are: soft, smooth, deep, animated (they may speak in a way that paints a picture), youthful/high(er)-pitched voice

Their face shape could be round or oval. They could have wavy/shoulder-length hair or no hair at all. If they wear facial hair, it’d be a beard. Their nose could be upturned or described as aquiline. For eyes, they could be round or have monolids and they may have a unique eye colour. They may have full lips or crooked teeth. Freckles. Tattoos. They may look ethereal or be a boho/laid-back and/or vintage style.

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[kimberly-spirits13]

How Bruce Wayne Is On Your Period

This is really just meant to make me feel better tbh- lol kill me

He won't tell you, but he knows that it's starting 

like come on- the mood swings are terrible, you get more violent on patrol (you put Joker in the hospital for a few days), you're quicker to be snide towards shady business partners, you cried when you dropped a cracker and then went right back to normal, like seriously 

When you start to get bad PMS symptoms, you don't do patrol for the week

It's hard to control feelings, thoughts, and painful cramps while fighting crime

You're basically on probation from patrol

You and Alfred make a lot of food (or Alfred makes it happily and you devour it)

Bruce tries not to stay away during patrol for too long since you start to worry about him and he really, really worries about you when you're not feeling well

He makes sure to bring home lots and lots and lots of chocolate and meds if that's what you need

Goes to your favorite bakery and gets a massive amount of whatever you want 

Makes sure that you get plenty of water

like all the water because it helps so much 

Is totally fine with you raiding his closet for any sweatpants and massive t shirts

doesn't care if there's blood anywhere or if you ruin a set of sheets

he's a billionaire, it's not a loss 

he makes sure you aren't uncomfortable or if you need space, that you have it but you know that he's there when you need 

Sometimes being around guys when you're on your period is gross and idk why it's just like ugh get away from me you trash bag 

speaking of trash bags, if anything grosses you out or starts to make you feel icky (even if it usually doesn't), he totally removes it from your presence 

for me, it's cheese and weird or strong smelling things 

or anything that looks slimy or too rough *bleh*

If you're ever feeling bloated or just really really gross, Bruce is the hype man

"no gorgeous, you're stunning, exquisite, perfect, amazing, I'm in the presence of an angel babe." he'll spin you around and press kisses all over you 

"No, don't say that about yourself, you're so pretty, you're not gross."

I mean he's like this all the time, but he'd definitely play way way into it if you're feeling down

If you're married and wearing a wedding ring, he gets the ring custom made to be adjustable incase you fingers swell 

I can see you expressing something nasty about yourself like that you hate a scar or you feel like you're stupid or something and he'll start crying when you start crying 

like don't say that dude it's not nice to yourself 

You feel like a sweaty hog because your body is pushing out blood and tissue 

you're going into mini labour, leave yourself alone

When you can't sleep, he pulls you very tightly into him and plays with your hair 

braids it into a hundred tiny braids or brushes it 

anything that relaxes you

you probably have a treasure trove of comfort movies and tv shows and if you can't sleep or just want to watch something, he'll happily stay up with blankets wrapped around the two of you and watch whatever

rubs your back and makes sure that you're taking pain medicine every few hours to stay in your system 

sometimes when he's working in the cave and you're lonely but not feeling good, you'll wrap yourself in a large blanket and sit on his lap, head against his chest while he works

He thinks you're like a cat and finds it adorable 

You basically turn into a cat for a week and maybe some change and he finds it very very funny

makes sure that there are no galas or any meetings that you have to deal with

plans events and meetings around your periods to make sure that when you're on it, you don't have to deal with high society because they make anyone's blood boil (no pun intended)

When you get mad or start crying, he doesn't take it personally at all and just lets you get it out

sometimes laying in the fetal position for a few hours and falling asleep is the best thing that can happen for periods and he will happily cuddle you the entire time, even if it's not the optimal position for cuddling 

he tries to stay as neutral as possible on subjects when you're on your period so that you don't kill someone because he seemed equally as unhappy 

trust me, period mood swings are incapacitating, it's not a snarky thing, it's just so so sosososoososososoooooooo bad

please don't talk to me when I'm in my mood swing phase, I'll accidentally insult you and then cry about it later or decide never to talk to you again 

Local villains will not pull insane shenanigans while you're on you're period because they're terrified 

Terrified. 

if batman has to call in the calvary, its the calvary call out of hell

You're busting skulls and taking names the entire time 

Bruce is scared, the villain is scared, everyone is terrified of this blood thirsty being that wants everyone to be in as much pain as they are

Bruce knows that the world is insufferable and being super hormonal and feeling disgusting and being in pain doesn't help ignoring that fact, or even just living with it

He just wants you to feel better 

Bruce gets sad when you don't feel well 😂

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[praisethesuuun]

I can I request a Poseidon NSFW alphabet please?🥰

So, before you read I have to make some assumptions: the first is that this alphabet has been made as canon as possible; the second is that for this very reason it may not be liked. Having said that, I'll leave you with the reading.

POSEIDON: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Poseidon is definitely not the type to cuddle and cradle his lover profusely, he doesn’t see the need for it and for him it’s a waste of precious time; however, once the love sessions are over, he stays awake, watching over your sleep and observing your sleeping body, without letting even an inch of skin escape. It’s his way of taking care of you.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

His favorite part is his hair: always so perfect and cared for, he loves running his hands through it and feeling it soft like golden waves; only he can do it, no one else is granted such freedom. The part of you that he prefers are the eyes: so sparkling and vivid, they change color according to the shades of the sea, and he stares at them whenever you’re busy doing something and so you can’t notice his gaze. Sometimes he finds himself thinking about what would happen if he stole them from you.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

Poseidon doesn’t like to see his sperm: it’s the most obvious symbol of his weakness for you, his need for you, and he sees it as a huge flaw in his perfection, something no one should know. But if he cums inside you, who can know the truth? Of course you won’t tell anyone...you just have to try.

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

Before penetrating you, Poseidon loves, LOVES, to put you in the most awkward and painful positions to test your resistance. If you’re really going to be around him, you have to prove you’re capable of it: bear the pain without complaining, know how to stand up to him, and take the pleasure yourself. If you know how to do it, he will have nothing against giving you the fun you want, but you have to earn it, and hard too.

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Poseidon doesn’t have much experience because, before you, his body and mind have rarely made him understand that he needs another person. Moreover, this is not his problem, but yours: you will have to teach him everything, whether you are more experienced than him or not. And don’t leave anything out!

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

Doggy style: he doesn’t have to look you in the eyes, plus in this position he can dominate you as he wishes, pull your hair, grab your buttocks and make you scream as and how much he wants. Good luck!

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

He NEVER smiles or jokes in any way, much less while he is fucking you unconscious. In these moments he is even more serious and silent than usual, neither your moans nor your praises elicit the slightest smile from him. A statue.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

They match and yes, he’s well-groomed (he doesn’t even have to make too much effort because he’s not very hairy there). He cares a lot about his hygiene and to present himself as tidy as possible, so you won’t have to reproach him for anything.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

Poseidon is rarely romantic: few caresses and only a few kisses, he prefers to use his hands to torment all your most sensitive points and squeeze you so hard that he takes your breath away. However, it may happen that sometimes a little sweetness flows through his veins and then he touches you more delicately and repeatedly strokes your hair and back, whispering something nice to you.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

He never does it because there is no need to: he rarely gets turned on if you’re not there next to him, it always happens in your presence. It is another of the skills that he must recognize.

K: kinks <their kinks>

The Tyrant of the Seas loves to see you wriggling under him, so his kinks must involve something that causes torment (but not necessarily pain): however, there must be no marks on your skin, everything must look perfect… therefore, he would probably have a tickle kink. He would also do it to see how much you resist and with what spirit you face the torture, and furthermore the sound of your increasingly loud and uncontrolled laughters would give him enormous pleasure. What a benevolent god he has.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

His entire palace is one big place where you can bend to his will. The servants quickly disappear at the first moan you emit, everything is silent, there is only you two: there could be no better nest where to test your love.

M: motivation <what turns them on>

Whenever you show yourself haughty and imperious, with that high chin and attitude worthy of who owns the world, he can’t help but feel invaded by the urge to take you on the spot and roll you under him to see how much your composure remains so. If you are in a private place, it will do without ifs and buts; if, on the other hand, you are in public, he will wait for the right moment to push you against the closest wall or the first hidden corner and give vent to his urges.

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Seeing yourself covered in fluids of all kinds (and not water), or dirty in some way. The slightest stain, even a tiny one, sinks his pleasure, there’s nothing that can fix it and make him interested in you again until you’ve cleaned up or changed clothes. Even then, however, it takes a while before he gets close to you again.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

He prefers to receive than give, the feel of your soft lips around his cock is one of the things he learned to love quickly. He is also good at giving, but before he does it you have to entertain him with your skills for a long time, and only after that he will decide what to do. And you have to swallow all of this sperm.

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

It depends on the mood, but initially slow. Then, as your moans become more frequent and louder, he speeds up and the sex becomes not necessarily rough but certainly much more animated.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

Often and willingly, since you are always available. Remember that your personal duties, of whatever kind, will always come after him, so if he asks, you answer; otherwise, he will come and pick you up.

R: risk <...DUH>

He’s not a lover of it: he’s quite habitual and not interested in experimenting, you already manage to give him what satisfies him, so why try something new? That would be a waste of time.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

He has considerable energy, so prepare for multiple sex sessions throughout the night, each of them quite long - unless he gets tired first, of course. If he sees that you can’t stand it anymore he stops, but he does it reluctantly, and asks you to train your resistance to be able to keep up with him in the next few times. What a bi-

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

Just the word bothers him, let alone seeing them around the room. He doesn’t need it like you don’t need it: you are enough for each other.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

A lot, really a lot: from the orgasm denial to pulling back in the middle of intercourse because something you did didn’t go his way - and then he makes you pay by starting to tickle you until you’re about to pass out -this god is the ultimate expression of the unfair in the bedroom. I am very sorry for you.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Not a sound, not even a moan. Dead silence compensated by your voice, which in all this silence is even higher and clearer. At least while it lasts!

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

If you ask him to have sex in the sea, he can’t help but grab you and fulfill your desire. He takes you where you can’t touch and watches your every move as you try to stay afloat and meanwhile you have to deal with his hands, his mouth and his intimacy that overbearingly demands attention, all while the waves play against you. But it was you who wanted it, so you can’t complain about anything.

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

This god doesn’t have a huge fish, but he knows how to use it against - inside, pardon - you and that’s enough. It is medium long and smooth, slightly thicker at the base.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

Not very high: sex is not among his priorities and he is not the horniest person you can meet, however if he gets excited it can be difficult for him to control himself and he must satisfy his urges as soon as possible.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Before sleeping, Poseidon loves to contemplate you for a long time; only when he is satisfied with your sight will he follow you to sleep, without any thought or concern to cloud his mind.

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[oddlyzephyrous]

Richas's bright, positive presence was really nice to have around today. On their own, Dapper and Pomme are very strong and they support each other, but they both tend towards sadness and seriousness. They have a strong sense of duty and a desperate desire to get their father back- of course they do. But then Richas shows up and they really do get to be kids again. It was pretty obvious how Richas was being his little annoying goofy self to try and cheer them up, and it worked! They were able to laugh, play, have a good dinner together, and I honestly think Dapper and Pomme really needed that.

Today's stream was tense, frightening, sad- but it was also full of a lot of bittersweet joy, the joy that comes after loss, the tenderness of love and laughter and slowly healing hearts. I'm glad it happened.

#qsmp #qsmp liveblog #qsmp pomme #qsmp dapper #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp ghosties #oddly posting #richas is really dear to me too so i guess i liked it even more bc of that #i really relate to his ways of processing grief. love that little guy

[barefoothighlander]

everlong

so I got a req for a mute!reader and I loved the idea, I’m by no means an expert on the disability but as someone who tends to go non-verbal when anxious I thought I’d write a little one shot with Ghost cause I feel like he’d be really good at reading expressions and body language so.

warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of violence, mention of alcohol, gn pronouns

The team finally had some time off, no missions to worry about, nothing weighing down their shoulders. Soap had suggested a visit to the beach, he owned a small cottage on the coast and invited the team up for the weekend, Ghost was hesitant as he usually enjoyed spending his off time at home with you, but decided some fresh sea air might be nice.

The drive was long, a few hours south before you arrived, majority of your time spent with him was quiet, he wasn’t a man of many words and you liked that about him, never having to answer any of the same pestering questions about your day. He was very tactile though, always a hand on your back or thigh, keeping you aware of his presence, throughout the drive he kept an eye on you, glancing over as you stared out the window watching the trees pass by.

He was good at reading you, knowing when you felt anxious or angry just by the way you held yourself, always positioning himself accordingly, whether you needed space or just wanted to be held, he would always accommodate. He knew this weekend might be a bit stressful for you, you weren’t especially close with any of the team, you had formed a small friendship with Gaz considering he also spoke minimally but you felt awkward around the others, always listening patiently and nodding along to their stories.

You didn’t want them to think you disliked them in any way, it was just that sometimes words wouldn’t come to you. You struggled with conversational cues, especially considering Soaps slang, so you typically just say quietly, small nods of affirmation or head shakes of disagreement.

When you finally arrived at the cabin you let the breeze wash over you, the smell of salt flooding your senses.

“Finally ya two ‘ave made it” Soap walks towards the car with wide arms, you give him a polite smile.

“Thanks for the invite Johnny”

“Of course, anything to give the team a break,” He says, elbow nudging you, he gives you a slight side eye, still not used to your silent state as he helps grab the bags from the trunk, walking them into the house.

He shows you around, explaining the history of the plethora of decor and guides you to your designated room, it was small but comfortable, a relatively large en suite bathroom attached. He leaves allowing you to settle into the room, you sit on the edge of the bed, hands nervously running over your arms.

Ghost kneels in front of you, soft hands covering yours, “Oi, it’ll be alright love, i’m sure he’ll do all the talking”

You give him a meek smile before you move to the bathroom, changing into a bathing suit and a light coverup considering the attire you wore for the drive was sweatpants.

You leave the room, hearing laughter from the back deck, advancing towards the group of men all sitting around a table, Price and Gaz were already there, the Captain enjoying a cigar while Soap was letting them in on all the activities available.

“Finally, everyone’s here,” Johnny says as you sit down beside Gaz, in front of Simon.

“Good to see you” Gaz leans in whispering, you nudge him lightly with your shoulder in response.

The men continue talking, Price and Ghost running around preparing dinner. You all say for a while enjoying the sun, the men swapping war stories and drunken tales from their time on deployment.

Once you finished dinner Soap had brought out a bottle of scotch, insisting it was the best but you shook him off, deciding instead to go for a swim. You gaze at Ghost, silently informing him that you were leaving and he nods, you walk towards the dock on the water, the sound of the tides growing louder.

“Where they off to?” Soap asks

“Got sick of you lot” Ghost responds, a smile forming on Price and Gaz’s face as Johnny fakes insult.

The water was warm on your legs, your cover-up forgotten on the sand as you slowly walked in before dunking your head. It was quiet under the water, a kind of quiet that you never got, the screams and noises of war etched in your brain, even at home the car sirens and constant shuffling seemed to fill the air. You stay under for a few seconds, pushing back up to catch your breath and looking out, it’s vast, a literal ocean of blue and you can go anywhere, you’re wading your arms in the water, enjoying the sensation of it rippling over your skin before the noise of movement makes you turn your head.

Simon is slowly making his way out to you, bare aside from his swim shorts and you smile, it was rare to see him without his mask outside of the comfort of your home but you never got sick of his face, his body is gleaming in the sun as he nervously takes his steps, you can’t help but be amused by his state.

“Always hated the ocean,” He says, arms wrapping around you, his chin resting on the top of your head, you simply shake yours in response, body falling back to brave against him.

“It’s true, too many things I can’t see trying to kill me out here” His words perplex you, the man worked in actual war zones, where his life was on the line daily and yet the ocean was what he feared, a few small fish and the occasional stray algae set him off.

You close your eyes, listening to his steady breaths as the water laps by your sides, the sun is warm but nothing compared to the heat emitted from him, it’s comforting.

The two of you stand for a while, just enjoying the comfortable silence aside from the sounds of the birds flying over head, the few yells from Soap as he clearly gets passionate about his story telling.

“Right I’m gettin all wrinkly” Ghost says, his palms facing the sky as you take his hands in yours, leading him back to shore. You walk up the the house, his hand resting at the base of your spine as you watch Gaz get overwhelmed in a fit of laughter after Johnny had knocked over a glass, cursing something in his slang.

“You gonna go shower?”

You nod in response, squeezing his hand before entering the house and making your way to the bathroom. You turn on the shower before stripping and stepping in, the warm water cleansing off all the salt from the ocean. You must’ve lost track of time considering a few minutes later Simon steps in behind you, taking up half the shower as he leans down to grab a shampoo bottle, squeezing some into his hand before he urges you to face away and his fingers start running through your hair working the product through it.

You hum quietly in response to his touch, he was so gentle with you, his large hands moving to cover to your forehead as the water rinses the suds away. You turn back to face him, planting your palms on his chest as he kisses your forehead. He holds you against him, his touch soothing your stress as his hands roam over your back, lightly massaging the skin.

“Thank you for coming”

You look up at him, his gaze soft as his hand pushes the wet hair off your face, your lips quirking in a silent of course as the two of you stand under the warm stream.

Once finished he had turned the two off, stepping out to wrap himself in a towel before handing you one, allowing you to dry yourself off before exiting the room to change into comfier clothes. The air had cooled in your time inside, Price designating himself as fire builder, and he had been quite successful, a decent sized bonfire sat in the sand of the beach as Soap and Gaz sat around, drinks in hand.

The men had finally cooled off after their rough dinner, Johnny becoming more tired as the alcohol settled in his system, resorting to listening to whatever the radio was playing and watching the flames in front of him crackle. You joined the team, setting yourself close enough that the warmth from the fire tickled on your skin, these were the moments you loved the most, the comfortable silence, no one felt the need to fill it with meaningless conversation, you could all just enjoy eachothers presence, secure in the safety of being back home.

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I have a request if you so feel like writing it, please <3

Aegon Targaryen x Male!servant!reader! Where Aegon falls for one of the castle servants because reader is one of the only people that shows him kindness (because mutual pining) and it leads to them having secret nights together but it's just really fluffy with reader just cuddling Aegon, peppering his face in kisses, telling him how pretty he is 🧎🏻.

(Ik he's not everyone's favorite but if he wasn't the way he was honestly his face is too cute to me I need to coddle him)

Honesty// Aegon Targaryen x reader.

Summary: life is hard for Prince Aegon. Only when a servant appears to care just enough for him, Aegon seeks this company,not knowing it's a reciprocate feeling.

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You walked carefully through the castle you had yet to explore, to the chambers where Aegon awaited. Of course there was only one cup on your tray. Could the rumours of the Prince's fondness for wine and food be true? You had not spent too much time on gossip, the position of servant was a privilege for you, and the Targaryens were the most interesting family you could work for. Though you were not yet aware of the cruelties that were committed among them.

Already outside you could hear loud voices rustling inside Aegon's room. It was late afternoon and there was movement in the court, and even then you could still hear Otto Hightower shouting up the stairs. Had it not been for the guard opening the door you would not have dared to enter. The room was quite dark, lit only by a few flickering candles. The place smelled of wine and there was not a single tidy corner. The Prince was nowhere in sight, and Otto seemed to be talking to the end of a bed.

"Needless to remind you that you should dress nicely for the visit," the Hand finished. "If we are careless you are capable of attending dinner naked."

He left, giving you a brief glance and completely ignoring your presence. And after the door slammed, you saw at last the boy you had come to serve rise.

He was, as his grandfather had feared, covered only by his trousers, and though he knew of your existence by his quickness in pouring himself a drink from the tray, he gave you neither a word nor a glance. Then you saw that what they said about the Targaryens was true. They had a distinctive look about them, and a strange, striking aura about them, though Aegon, with his dirty hair and dark circles under his eyes, was not the image that the legends portrayed.

"You can leave the tray wherever you like. It's not like I'm going to eat it..." the prince spoke, turning his back to you.

You looked around the room for a second. You couldn't find a single gap.

"You can stay as well... I see you feel like it, I honestly don't care" he said again. This time he did look at you, out of the corner of his eye, and with a confused expression.

"You should eat between drinks, my Prince. It helps to slow-"

"How dare you tell me what I 'should' do?"

You swallowed hard, everything the prince had not imposed on you moments before he was imposing on you now. His sad eyes darkened.

"I would never, my Prince. It's just..." you groped at the idea. To be honest or to be just another servant, compliant and passive. The latter was not in your nature. "You have a fine dinner pending. And this wine, my Prince, is among the worst in your cellars. You will come to the table stumbling."

You expected to be thrown out of there at that very moment. At what point did you think to say such a foolish thing to a prince? The pity he gave you had come out in that unbidden council. Luckily, the prince just laughed. He laughed loudly and waited for you to laugh, though you could only smile, which seemed to soften the Targaryen. Nodding, he picked up one of the shinier apples and took a good bite.

"You're right, I'll enjoy the fine wine they serve at the table."

He sat looking out the window as you stood back with the tray. He turned as if he had seen you for the first time.

"How come you're still here?" he asked, a sympathetic tone now.

"I just don't know where to put the tray, my Prince."

"You know, I think you're a servant with real balls. Sit here next to me. You've earned a share of this apparently shitty wine." He awkwardly placed a chair next to him, and when you sat down he watched you balance the tray on your lap. He picked it up and deposited it on the same floor. "We'll have to share a drink."

"You don't mind sharing a drink with me?" you had to hide your shocked smile.

"Why would I mind?"

"Because I am a servant, and you are a prince..."

"I don't know how far my royalty and divinity goes. And as for you being a servant... I honestly don't care. Do you think it's wrong for me to share a drink with a servant?"

"Well, I wouldn't share it with the castle blacksmith. Every time I see him he has fewer teeth, and sharing a cup with him might mean that the next one he loses I end up swallowing."

He laughed again, passing you the cup. His smile made him simple, and somewhat charming in contrast to his soft, masculine voice. And amidst the foolish talk, it grew dark, and it was only when they came to dress him that you were allowed (or rather obliged) to leave, as one of the older servants reminded you.

You were able to attend the dinner, passing food and drink, of course. And the Prince was late. Handsome, but late. He walked lazily, and gave no greeting or smile for any Lord or Lady, though when he saw you in a corner, his face lit up with excitement. As he sat down, he called you to his side with a deft wave of his hand. As you bent down to listen, his voice whispered in your ear, and you could smell the soap with which he must have been bathed earlier.

"Give me a taste of that good wine I've been waiting for."

You took the vase to him, and he held the cup himself.

"I hope it was worth the wait, my Prince."

He savoured it, looking at you sharply, and let out a satisfied sigh, savouring his drink.

"Yes...it was worth it."

The length of the dinner was far too long, and you made it through with the sole entertainment of your work and Aegon's not-so-disguised expressions, which made you smile from your post. Though you could not help but notice all the reproaches that both Otto and Alicent - and Aemond in particular - had for Aegon. And there came a time when you no longer wished to refill the Prince's cup, for you saw his eyes grow cloudy with each refill. And the decanters would run out and someone would change them back, not surprised at how much wine a single person used up.

Back in your room, you were minutes away from sleep, when someone called you up to Aegon's chambers, for he required the presence of the new servant. And though you were not required to, you took water and grapes with you.

"You requested for me, my Prince?" you asked in a whisper, assuming the man to be half asleep, unable to stand on his own two feet in such a drunken stupor.

Indeed, he was lying on the rug on the floor in front of the fire, all his clothes on except his shoes, which he had left lying in different parts of the room. "How did you know I was thirsty? Did I ask for the water?"

"No, my Prince. But I imagined it." You got down on your knees to be more on his level, and he repositioned himself better to drink from the leather bottle. You watched as his hair fell prettily, avoiding brushing it aside. When he finished drinking, he watched you for a second.

"I never asked you what your names were."

You waited a second to check that he wasn't asking in jest, but you found his attentiveness very convincing, and you couldn't deny him the answer.

"I like it...though not as much as the wine at dinner."

"That I had noticed, my Prince."

Though you smiled, something went out of him.

"Am I as pitiful as my family says I am?" he asked in a whisper. You had been honest with him all this time, even if you tried to be good. And now it was hard to lie to him, but seeing him broken like this hurt even more.

"My opinion, if I may, is that they don't treat you fairly...we can't all act perfectly under such pressure."

He put down his drink and focused on looking at you. He was still drunk and you could tell by how heavy his eyelids seemed to be. You noticed how his hand was placed on your knee for a moment, and as you looked at it you saw him place it on your neck, in an ill-advised attempt to caress your face.

"Why are you so nice to me?" he whispered.

"Because...someone must be."

Aegon grinned, like a child being tenderised by a gentle animal. He leaned, though one might as well say slumped, into your torso, head sinking into your chest.

"My Prince, you should eat and drink before you sleep."

You heard him sigh, and helped him upright. He looked up at you and you gave him a look of approval as he took a couple of grapes to eat. Suddenly he did something strange. He put them in your hand again, slowly, and without taking his eyes off yours for a second. You knew what he wanted, and as he put the first one to his lips, Aegon picked it up, brushing his mouth with your fingertips.

"They are good," he said.

Your breath caught, and you had to give him a second, and a third and a fourth and the whole bunch trying to hide your trembling. And when he finished, Aegon had a drop of the juice dripping down his chin. When you wiped it away, you took the opportunity to caress that soft skin.

"Now you should go to sleep," you asked, your voice groggy from so long in silence.

He needed your help to get up, and as you opened the bed for him, he just clumsily removed his most annoying clothes. He rushed to his quilt and turned to look at you. You offered him a last drink of water, but Aegon only gently took the arm with which you offered it.

"I want you to stay here with me," he confessed.

"You are still drunk, my Prince, you are not thinking straight."

"I may still be drunk...but I know I want you to be with me."

"Is that an order?" The question was in jest, but Aegon released your arm slowly, and seemed to move away from you in his bed.

"Is it that I could only convince you to stay if I 'command' it to you?" his question was laden with pain. And it pinched your heart to see him like this because of you.

"No, my prince, it's just...it's my first week here. I want to make a good impression...in any other circumstances I would not have left your side."

You spoke honestly, as Aegon had discovered he liked you. And how did he know? By something special in your eyes, which he thought about all night.

"Call me Aegon, please... when no one will hear, at least." He asked.

"I will, Aegon."

That was one of the few nights you slept alone in the castle. In the days that followed, Aegon would summon you to his room, with some excuse like he liked your way of serving more than any other servant, like he needed a snack between meals. But really he was only pleased to see you near. He began to ask you to accompany him to places where he was needed, as his cupbearer. And there, he would approach you whenever he wanted to talk, even for a moment, with you. You smiled at him from afar, and Aegon seemed to come to his senses knowing you were there. Soon he promoted you, asking you to be the one to organise his clothing, to accompany him on the little trips Otto arranged for him. And he understood every refusal you had to stay the nights with him. It was a strange suggestion, and one that would make you an outcast among your peers. But at the same time, every night it became more and more difficult to say goodbye to him. He had lost that chronic drunkenness, Aegon now spent more time talking to you than taking endless sips from his cup.

The first night you didn't return to your own room began with a stain. Aegon did not finish his drink, engrossed in his grievances towards Aemond, and fully full from the supper he had just finished. And with its owner's consent, you drank the last of the wine. And then you spilled the last drops on the white shirt of your uniform.

"If my Grandsire sees you in that uniform he'll let you know what he thinks, I'm afraid," Aegon said, smirking.

"I'll tell him it's your fault...I've stained myself because I've been drinking, and I've been drinking because you haven't and it's a sin to waste food and drinks" you joked back.

"I guess that's true. Here, let me help you."

He wet a garment from the many he had scattered about, dipped it in water and walked over to you. The stain was on the collar of the shirt. You could hear the sound of the cloth rubbing, and Aegon seemed really intent on his task. You were so close to him that you could smell his hair, his light dragon scent that you were beginning to like. Maybe it was because your heartbeat began to multiply, or because your chest was heaving as you breathed in and out in a choppy way. The thing is, Aegon eventually realised, and decided to take a second before looking you in the eye. When he did, he was sure, but he waited for you to be sure.

"Go ahead," he whispered, the vibrations reaching your lips. "I've always enjoyed your honesty."

Then you kissed him, something Aegon had expected all along. He responded instantly, nuzzling your neck as you pulled him closer to you. It was a fierce kiss, full of Targaryen fire at first. And it had to be the clutter of the room that broke you apart, as you nearly fell to the floor over shoes that Aegon had once again left abandoned in unsuspecting places.

"Would it be too bold to ask you to stay here tonight?" You asked, somewhat apprehensive after the parting. Aegon's smile only grew.

"No... by the gods, stay."

And so the first night passed, snuggled in that huge bed the prince had. He trusted you enough to show you the secret passages that connected to his room. By day, you kept a short distance, which could be suspicious to those who looked. A few caresses that Aegon could not suppress or your quickness to come to his side when he mentioned you. Aegon loved to tell stupid jokes every second, that was his way of making sure that you woukd laugh and awarded him with kisses all around his face. You just couldn't pick a favorite place, they were all pretty. Guards could see you hiding in pillars, where you or Aegon couldn't help but kiss to make it clear that both of you wanted each other too much to wait for the privacy of the Prince's chamber.

But your favourite night was the one when Aegon found your room, at the bottom of the huge castle. Tears were shed before meeting you, and he came to seek your comfort, knocking stealthily at your door.

The kisses you shared in those moments were your favourite, for Aegon had a special sweetness. Your love and touch was the only thing that eased his pain.

"Be honest with me," he asked, lying on your chest. "Do you love me as much as I love you?"

"Oh, my Prince...now that you've saved me from climbing so many stairs to your room, rest assured I do."

He chuckled with relief and kissed your neck tenderly before falling asleep.

A/N: I do not support Aegon's conduct on the series, so we will pretend it didn't happen here...he's gay and cooler here. And I do think TGC is unfairly handsome, I love putting gifs (that aren't mine) of him.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen ii #aegon ii x oc #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #aegon x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #tom glynn carney

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OFMD Fix-it Part 2

Ayyy here’s part 2! Thank you so much for the incredible response to part 1! I read the tags and comments often y’all are too nice ;v; Enjoy all 69 pages! tw for blood and injury

Part one

kofi

Wee john: Fuck yeah! Roach: We took over Blackbeard’s ship!! Frenchie: Oh no! You dastardly pirates are too scary for me! I surrender!!

Stede: All good everyone! Crew: IS IT?? Stede: [gasp] Did you guys take back the ship?? Ed: You’re shitting me Stede: Excellent job, everyone!

Ed: Hey! Stede: Oh, sorry! I look forward to hearing about it! Ed: Please don’t crack your face again Buttons: Were yee crying? Both: WHAT?! No! Ed: I physically cant cry Stede: Why so you keep asking that? Crew: Captain! Stede: WAIT I’m not discouraging this energy, but please be careful of-

Ivan: What do you want us to do with Izzy, captain? Frenchie: OH FUCK THE KNIFE! Swede: PULL IT OUT! Roach and jim: NO!! [schluck] Pete: FUCK PUT IT BACK IN!! Roach and jim: NO!! Ed: Why disturb him? Sleeping so peacefully. I’ll deal with him later [schluck]

Pete: Where’s lucius? Stede: Yes, we’re missing lucius. Ed! Is the boy below deck? Pete: Did something happen? Frenchie: Oh yeah almost forgot! [knocking on the deck] Stede: What’s this, frenchie? Ed: Lucius is dea-

Lucius: OH THANK GOD! I was going mad in that wa-

Pete: Where have you been? Stede: Lucius! Good to see you, my boy! wee john: Cap’n... Lucius: I was hiding in a secret wall I’d found. Frenchie thought I was a ghost for about a week. Luckily the ship was a barnacled mess Frenchie: Still not convinced if I’m bein’ honest. Couldnt believe you’d survived, Stede: Survived? Pete: Why would you be a ghost, babe? Lucius: Because Blackbeard threw me overboard

Ed: A momentary laspe of judgement  Olu: Oh shit

Stede: [knocks] Ed? [door unlocks]

Ed: Ship’s yours again. I can be gone- Stede: you’re leaving? Ed: I nearly killed lucius. Aren’t you upset? Stede: Absolutely livid, but you didnt succeed, thankfully! The atmosphere is tense, things are a little unclear, but they’re open to speaking. I’ve forgiven them for planning to kill me! Blows over quite fast, I’m sure- Ed: I’m a terrible person, stede. You don’t even-

Ed: Crew needed me. Wanted to help me. And I chose Blackbeard. All ‘cuz Izzy opened his FUCKING mouth ‘n backed me into a corner! Lucius would see right through it. I didn’t know what else to d- [flinch] Stede: It’s ok

Stede: Blackbeard is how you’ve been surviving. I understand that now. The only reason you were put in that position was because of my poor decisions. I promise I’ll be here no matter what to help us all get through this. Ed: Pull up the chair, I want my knife back Stede: Oh good finally...

Ed: So a big cat, a carriage accident, and a dropped piano? All at once? Fuckin’ hell, mate, you let ‘em have it. Though, I’d go as far to say the cat was too much. Stede: Whaaat? How could you say that about Ned? He did great. Ed: Just BITTER I wasnt there to see it

Stede: I’m sorry you had to do this again. I know you’re still angry...Ed: Wasn’t about being angry... not at first at least. Just felt.... sad. Really fucking sad, Stede. Didn’t know what to do without you here. None of us did. Felt... Like I just wanted to lay down and die Stede: I...I didnt think my absence would be felt this deeply

Ed: Oh shut- You’re not serious Stede: No, I’m serious. Mary and the kids were much happier when we were planning my departure fuckery. I genuinely can’t think of a time where someone missed my presence

Ed: Well fuck everyone else. Was the crew pissed when you said why you left? Stede: Very much so Ed: Then they missed you, cheers [mumble] I sure as fuck missed you Stede: You did? Sorry, Impulse. Ed: Lean up a bit Stede: I hop I can earn your trust back one day

Ed: Well, knowing about that Chauncey fuck makes me less pissed at you. Least you didn’t ditch me ‘cuz you didn’t want me around anymore. Stede: Oh no, I’ve liked you since the day we met. Ed: You did look hot bleedin’ out on the deck of that spanish ship. Stede: I’m choosing not to unpack that at this moment. Ed: All done up you go! [loud closed-mouthed scream] [ed repressing laughter] You good? Guts still in? Stede: [strained]I think so Ed: Lean on me til it passes

Thanks, did you sew me up the first time? Ed: Nah, that was fang Stede: That fang, beautiful work Ed: Go lay down. I gotta clean up your blood Stede: Again, sorry

Ed: If you apologize one more time for being stabbed, I’ll stab you again Stede: But it led to so much character development last ti- I’ll leave you to it then

Stede: Ah, is this my-? What’s it doing under th-

Stede: Forget I- Ed: No, that’s- I mean, it is yours... It doesnt even smell like y- JUST PUT IT ON

S: May I ask you-? E: shoot S: Why did you let me board the ship? E: I was tired of izzy nagging to blast you with the cannons. Kept talkin’ in my ear about you ‘n it just made me angrier and angrier. Got me so amped up to just fucking kill you the moment I saw you again. Thought I'd just be furious, but I felt... giddy?  /hated/ that my chest was pounding, that just made me angrier

E: Then you show up with your tits out looking handsome as shit. S: hmmm [olu: One last thing, captain Stede: What is it, olu- RIP] E: I thought of it too. Leaving. Thought I’d get ahead before I disappointed you. Wasn’t itching for adventure, I knew I was in too deep with you S: I always thought I was disappointing /you/. I’m not the most exciting person E: Me?

E: Stede, you’re the boldest bugger i’ve ever met. Ever since i’ve known about you, you’ve made the most batshit ballsy moves. You took those English hostage, you swindled iz to get them back. you told blackbeard to go suck eggs in hell You stood up to the weird twins, to the English navy, to those richies at that party, to izzy, to jack, to ME. You’re the coolest, kindest person I know, Stede. I’m nuts about you. S: … guess I've never seen myself from that perspective E: If anyone else told me that story, i’d have them tied to the anchor for such a bullshit lie, but it’s you, so i believe it. Its as ridiculous as you are.

E: do you think I’ve ever gotten this upset over some quick drunk fuck parting ways? Only you.

S: Why only me, though?

E: You’re the only person that makes me feel… safe? Like I don’t have to be blackbeard 24/7. Most of my old mates were just dickheads who showed up when they wanted something the buggered off

Dont’ gotta worry about you stabbin’ me in my sleep cause i pissed you off.  You don’t laugh when I talk about a fine fabric or a pretty looking teacup. I’ve told you things I thought I’d take to my grave because anyone else would throw it back in my face... But not you. I like your fire hazard, secret passage ship, your crew, when you talk about clothes ‘n book ‘n flowers. You don’t act like anyone else but you... And I envy that

Ed: Because it’s you

Stede: No one’s ever thought that about me... I’m sorry. Hah, I feel a bit dizzy. Ed: Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Lay down if you need [stede crying] Stede?

Stede: You’re the first person who doesnt think I’m a burden. My father, Mary, peers- My whole life- That I was selfish for being born [crying] Ed: Again, Stede, Feck ‘em

Stede: Meeting you was the best day of my life. I was so relieved when you- on the beach- Yuo looked so happy, and I destroyed that Ed: shhh

ed: It’ll be ok

Ed: Look at me. You came back

Ed: And that made Ed happ- IZ: EDWARD, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! [IZZY YELLING]

Ed:[calm] I’m sorry, Will you excuse me for one moment? Stede: Feel free! Ed: Thank-you [Izzy still yelling] [door slam] rapid steps]

[clattering above] [Izzy screaming] [crew cheering] foot falls approaching]

Ed: Now, where were we? Stede: ....Actually I do wanna know Ed: Let’s say, Bit too tied up to bother us again

[stede huffs a laugh] Ed: You look exhausted, you should rest. Pincushion gets the mattress Stede: oh no, I couldn’t. where are you sleeping? Ed: Perfectly comfortable desk right here. [pained moan] Stede: Right... Ed: Night, Stede

ed: I’ll steal a couch soon. ‘M too old to sleep on desks now Stede: I have no qualms [ed sighs]

Ed: Hey, stede Stede: Mm Ed: Can we.... Can we just forget about the beach and start over?

Stede: I don’t think I can this time, Ed. Ed: Slightly concerned you can forget me almost killing you but not a kiss Stede: I’ve decided to be done with running away from my problems and pretending they never happened. But beyond that, My whole world shifted with that kiss. I can’t ever forget that. The memory alone kept me rowing to get to you again

Stede: We’ve hurt eachother, but I’m more than willing to put in the work to mend it... Which is something I never did with mary. Ed: I wont stab you in the earhole by the way. Got mine out of he way. Stede: Only fair! We’re even now. Ed: But mine was funny [swat] [giggle]

Ed: Last thing, then you can sleep off the stab wound Stede: Oh good... Ed: If Blackbeard was gone for good, would you stay? Lotta folks want the novelty y’ know. ‘S been gnashing at the back of my skull. Stede: I met Ed first not Blackbeard

Stede: ‘M staying forever now. Best friends at first sight. From my point of view at least

Ed:...Olivia... How ya doin’, Iz? Iz: Are you fucking joking? Just tell me what’s going on

Ed: Stede won. Crew took the ship back. I’m staying.  Oh and lucius is alive, as you saw. Kid said the ship was so mucked up, he was able to hang on to sneak onto the ship. Thought you handled that way back when? Iz: that fookin- Ed: So i’m giving you a choice.

Iz: Just cut my foot off at this point anything but this. Ed: why can’t you ever just relax, izzy? It doesnt have to go this way, yet you stomp your feet Every. Single. Time. How many years have we known eachother; do you even like my company? Iz: How could you even say that to me? I’ve given my life to you time and time again. And You’re going to let some tart waltz back in and uproot everything we built.  Ed: Built what? We’re fucking pirates, mate!

Powertrip’s over. This is it. It was a good ride. Fang: Lucius! You’re missing this shit!! Ed: You may love waiting to end up like... another leather clad, middle aged sad sack dying alone in a puddle of his own piss, but you’re not dragging me there with you. So make a choice Iz: You’d really let me walk? Ed: Truthfully, i’d prefer you play nice and enjoy yourself for once. but I’ll give you three options.

Ed: Old way is gone. Either one, accept that and keep it pushin’. Two, I would just let you fuck off, but you’ve proven to be a liability out of my sight, so i’ll have fang cut your talk box, so you never speak stede’s name ever again THEN you can fuck off. And three, more of a clause to one,

Ed: If you go rogue, I’ll make you beg for hell. Threaten anyone on this ship again, You’ll never feel the warmth of the sun ever again

Ed: I’ll let you down if you behave

Iz: [despair sigh] just leave me up here a while longer. ‘S quiet for once. Ed: well alright, take some time to process. let fang know when you gotta piss Lucius: Bad morning? Iz: Yeah, keep staring, twat Lucius: That sounded threatening, right fang? Fang: He’s not above pissin’ on you, kid

Ed: [muffled] breakfast? [smack] Didn’t remember blackbeard snuck into your bed? Stede: No, I remember. Had to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating again. Also, once again, you’ve processed this very quickly

Ed: Were yee seein’ phantoms? Stede: No more guilt phantoms thank goodness. Was getting sick of those buggers. Ed: Love a good phantom. You seem less tightly wound. Glad you’re phantom free

Stede: Took awhile to realize, but This is where I belong. Ed: No fucking shit

Ed: Speaking of, Y’ know, I’ve thought on it, and I’ve decided I’m tired of being angry and sad and lonely. Fucking sick of it. Already stabbed you, no sense in wasting time acting mad when I know what I want S: And what is that? E: Wanna be liked and kissed and happy.

Stede: Perfectly reasonable things to- Ed: I also want to be co-captains with the gentleman pirate. [choke] I’m lying in your bed with you, stede. Who do you think’ll be kissing me? The swede? Stede: I didn’t want to PRESUME. Is this a new job role for co-captains? Ed: Is now! ‘S why I promoted you. But you’re still on thin fucking ice. Stede: Poor jim. Promoted in less than a day. Ed: Don’t actually tell jim. They’re super pissed at me Stede: oH Ed: Now, onto couch theft, I’m thinkin’-

Stede: You’ve got some- Ed: I get it? Stede: Not quite, just- Oh- fuck it

Ed: Dastardly man. Diabolical. Definitely not gentlemenly

Ed: Fuckin’ missed you!

End

#gentlebeard #blackbonnet #our flag means death #ofmd #my art

[linktoo]

I got an ask wondering about who is my favourite character in Disco Elysium, which I stand by my answer of being not really one in particular. But, Dora is one character I've been thinking about a lot and I think I want to expand on that.

The story is told through Harry's eyes, and regardless of his in-depth analysis of and narration of his attributes, it's unreliable. Undeniably so. This is part of the story, I really do feel for Harry's inability to move on. I feel for his aching loneliness, and his need to be needed. The crushing feeling of missing someone so achingly bad, only for them to learn that they have actually forgotten a lot about you and moved on is a feeling of deep rejection, devastatingly demoralizing and painful.  "I betrayed her, overwrote her, and happier for it" is a visceral line of feeling the alienation of someone you've lost to time, someone you used to know but has moved on without you. 

But I really can't help but feel so much for Dora's position in all of this. As a woman in a male dominated society your emotions are seen as both weak yet mature, you are constantly objectified down into pieces of meat, and seen as vapid and shallow when you put yourself first. When you choose to finally stand up for yourself, that is long after you've known better, long after you’ve been embittered by your initial innocence and first experience.

“You were my first. My first kiss, my first time to have sex.”

The game continues to emphasize how Harry loved her, how Harry missed her, and yet I get deeply uncomfortable with how her presence is described with her physique rather than her actual self as a person. 

“A dolorian figure, cut in black, moves below. It's still her. Her legs, her breasts, her hips…”

[...]

“‘No, Harry.’ She shakes her head. ‘It's just regular skin. I'm not as beautiful as you always thought I was.”

It’s reductive. It’s dehumanizing. It’s not about her, it’s what she represents. The most perfect goddess of a woman, put on a pedestal and quite literally turned into a deity. Not to be loved romantically, but to be worshipped as a religious figure. Worshipped for the violence and destruction she creates to degrade him and feed into his self loathing, and thus Dora becomes Dolores Dei.

There is a selfish hope and longing that comes with any sort of kindness or pity she give him. She knows that and her words are cautious, she has been through it before, and no longer feels any sort of way about it. She is vulnerable, she did used to care, she is sympathetic to his pain, but she firmly does not anymore and will not allow her empathy be used against her.

YOU - "But… that's not a very good way for things to be." DOLORES DEI - "It's not, but…" She looks at her feet. Little golden sandals cover her toes. YOU - "But what? Tell me there's something good…" DOLORES DEI - "I don't know why I said but. There is no but." YOU - "That's it?" DOLORES DEI - "That's it, yes," she looks up from her toes. "We've talked about it a million times. You will get over it, just like I did. People do. Things will get good for you again…"

I understand that detachment so deeply.

There is a pain to know men you trusted and cared and loved only to be seen as a reductive version of yourself. The one who is “nice”, the one who is “ethereally beautiful” and that’s… about it. You’re not good for each other. It didn’t work out. But by finally deciding it is best to remove yourself from that relationship, you are considered the slut that left him. You are considered the gold digger, the shallow bitch, the uncaring freak of a woman. We didn't really get to know about her and I don't think she was good to him either.

And I just can’t help thinking about that. I’m glad she’s happier now.

#dolores dei #harry du bois #disco elysium #dora ingerlund #linktoo rambles #we live in a society... idk what 2 say...

[ghouljams]

You are fueling something in me. You call that demon Reader Fetch and all I can think of is König saying Good Girl and patting her head when she does, indeed, fetch (I’m gonna go bath in holy water now, I am so sorry)

König doesn't know how obsessed with him Fetch is, but it's really his fault because he does do that!! He doesn't know how to act around her, he's never had a universe assigned girlfriend before...

You think König's back might be sore from carrying his team through missions. Just one demon's opinion, but you sort of wonder if anyone here would get anything done without him. He, well both of you, are on loan from KorTac to some nothing mercenary group that you didn't even bother learning the name of. They all avoided him like the plague.

"You don't think that might be your fault?" He asks, arms crossed in faux ease while he leg bounces nervously. You pull yourself from his shadow on the plane wall, just enough to rest your elbows on his broad shoulders.

"Why would it be my fault?" König doesn't look at you, you pick at the edges of his hood, making sure they're in the right place. You like how big he is, he hardly seems to feel the weight of his sins, even when they're literally sitting on him.

"You're joking." He says it like a fact, but you think it might have been meant as a question. You grin and wiggle your fingers in greeting at the soldier sitting across from König. He refuses to look at you.

"You think I'm spooky Colonel?" You ask low in his ear, leaning more against his back to feel his heart jump. You know he likes when you call him that, remind him he's got a position over the other men that isn't just your presence.

"You shouldn't scare the other soldiers," He tells you, reaching over his shoulder to grab the back of your shirt and pull you the rest of the way out of the shadow, "it's bad for morale."

You settle more comfortable against his back, or try to around all the tac gear. You hum, resting your cheek against his shoulder, trying your best to look very not spooky. That doesn't mean you don't conjure some nice shadowy bat wings behind your charge, they're just as scared of him anyway.

König threads his fingers through your hair, scratching gently, something to occupy his nervous hands. You like it when he touches you like this, without thinking about it, it makes you feel like he's really gotten used to you. In record time too.

-

"Enemies closing fast," a voice crackles over König's radio. You pass him another round, happily following in his shadow as he moves.

"Fetch," König summons, you hum in assent waiting for your orders, "time to target?"

You zip through the shadows, tripping enemy combatants as you leverage their shadows for a path. You let your connection to König pull you back. "At current speed with engagement, maybe 20 minutes?"

König hums, and you see the cold excitement of death in his eyes, "And without engagement?"

"Five."

"Good," He nods, "Let's retrieve livers this time, I'm interested to see how long it takes them to die without one."

"I'll clear the path, don't keep me waiting." You grin and disappear.

König jogs towards point, it's certainly been enlightening having you around. Your manual was comprehensive, but not as precise as your actual practice. Location and Retrieval had sounded... useful but not exactly needed when he'd first read it, but now? Now he walks over the bodies of men with holes punched through their stomachs, clawing at the dirt as they bleed out, and he thinks the uses might actually have been understated in the manual.

He's been testing the limits of your abilities, and you're proving yourself to be quite handy. Not to mention saving him a lot of time on intelligence missions. Those are tedious, he's never liked them, but with you he gets to skip the worst parts. He watches you hold a man by the back of the neck as you sink your hand into him like a knife, extracting his bleeding liver with pinpoint accuracy.

König thinks of the story of Loki and the dwarves, how they couldn't determine where the neck ended and the head started, thus delaying the God's beheading. He doesn't think you'd have that problem, as you hold the liver out triumphantly and let the man fall into a heap. Not a vein or tendon remains attached to the organ, the platonic ideal of a liver, like you'd pulled a model of it from the man instead of actual living tissue. He doesn't know how you do it, retrieving only and exactly what's asked.

"Good girl," He settles a hand on your head when he reaches you, enjoying the way you light up at the praise. It makes something squirm in his chest. He's still getting used to that part, the affection you seem to inspire in him, how giving you orders feels so much different from ordering a soldier around. "Braves Mädchen," he mumbles, feeling you press against his hand for more attention.

What had the manual said? Tendencies towards the flesh? He could do that.

#demon!darling au #könig modern warfare #könig x you #könig x reader #oc: fetch #fetch trying not to jump this man's bones at every opportunity #König: wow she really seems to like being called a good girl but we all like a little praise for a job well done #the manual: these demons will want to fuck you do not engage in physical affections if this is not what you want #that sign wont stop König because he cant read

[rinbowaman]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER TWO

Series Masterlist

Still retyping all my lost work for the other parts of Aftermath (final chapter of SE7EN) so please bear with me on that my lovelies.

In the meantime, enjoy the second chapter of ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE, which is lots of smaus and dialogue, but don't worry, it wont dissapoint. ;)

Warnings: flirting....loooooots of flirting between step brothers (twins) and reader. Reader is a bit too polite and chilled out to really take notice that her step-brothers are shamelessly flirting with her. she's not stupid, just tries not to overthink things since she tends to have that habit. she tryna maintain a positive attitude ppl! give her a break. lol.

Dinner went surprisingly well, considering you were late and the only one who didn't have a date. However, you were well received by your soon to be step-dad, and your two step-brothers, Heejeong and Heeseung. Not a single moment went by where you didn't feel left out, as the brotherly pair engaged in lots of small talk with you.

The next day, your mother had sent you a text, igniting the question if you had asked and gotten your 'brother's' phone numbers yet.

You responded that you hadn't, it just never came up during the dinner conversations. However, that did not deter her from giving out your number to the twins.

Your mother had always been so considerate and overly protective of you. It didn't surprise you that she would inquire about you getting your 'brother's' phone numbers.

No matter how old you get, she'll always be 'mom'. Chuckling at her motherly vibes, you tucked your phone in your coat pocket as you entered the cafe, ordered your favorite drink, and walked back to the apartment. How fortunate you were to live just down the street from the cafe, it made getting coffee such a breeze. Not to mention, it was nice to get out of the apartment while you could seeing as Jeff was awake and trying to make conversation with you as Wendy took her shower.

You wouldn't have minded Jeff's presence and would have been delighted to speak with him, had it not been for his ill manners when speaking...or maybe he was attempting to give you hints of his attraction to you, though you were always told that you had a tendency to overthink things, so you were really trying to your best to not make a big deal, yet still.....

"Oh hey, good morning."

"Well damn y/n, finally deciding to speak to me. You act like we fucked or something." Jeff giggles out as he returns his greeting which didn't set you off to a good start.

".....uh yeah okay. Um....is Wendy still asleep?"

"She in the shower."

"Okay well...just tell her i'll be right back, i'm just going down the street real quick."

"You want me to go with you?-"

"No-no! It's okay, I'll be right back, thanks."

Quickly ushering yourself out of the apartment, you nearly ran down the stairs as you exited the building and traveled by foot around the block to the cafe.

"Whats with him? I'm really trying to be cordial....but he keeps saying such things that really irk me."

Now it is true, you may have had a tendency to overthink things, but you knew that when it came to Jeff's antics, that was not the case. Thinking back on your previous interactions with him, it was very clear that the man was sending obvious hints, all behind Wendy's back. Yet you were too modest to really blow things out of proportion unless the situation was dire enough to where you needed to address it with Wendy or directly to Jeff, himself.

Thinking back, you recalled the events where he had sent you such terrible vibes, all at the beginning of his relationship with Wendy, and before he moved into the apartment...

"You remember Lucas from college?"

"Uh sort of. I didn't really interact with too many people because i was so busy with my studies. "

"You know he lives in this same apartment, right?"

"Mmm no, I didn't now that."

"Let's see, who else did we go to college with.....fact, we should pull a prank and make up a rumor."

"Hmm? A rumor?"

"yeah just for fun, like, let's tell a few people that we fucked and see their reaction. I bet it will be so funny."

"no...dont do that. That's not funny."

"Ah I'm just joking."

Whether he was or wasn't joking, it didn't set your perspective right for Jeff, hence he had been on your radar ever since your first meeting and you had done your best to avoid him. For every time you gave him the benefit of the doubt, it always ended with...

"Hey y/n, you got a boyfriend yet? no? well shit, let me know and I'll tell Wendy that I got two girls. hahaha. I'm just kidding."

"God damn y/n, what type of dress is that? For work? I was ABOUT TO SAY, you trying to get fucked or something?"

Needless to say, you found the man insufferable. So any moment in time where you could escape the apartment, you greatly took advantage of it.

Stepping back inside the apartment, you overheard Wendy talking with Jeff inside the kitchen.

Tip toeing your way through the narrow hall, you entered your room and gently closed the door behind you, and locked it.

Resting on your bed, you remained propped as you enjoyed your hot coffee, all the while you checked your emails on your phone.

Suddenly, your phone dings as you spot the notification of an incoming text from an unknown number....

Seeing Heeseung's text, you saved his number. You figured your mother must have already informed...or maybe even 'urged' them to send you a text so that you for sure had their number.

"oh mom.."

Another text comes in, and much like at dinner, Heeseung casually texted in a familiar manner, not at all displaying an distant and awkward atmosphere considering you both didn't know each other, yet he was transparent and open towards you as if you had actually been truly related.

Just then, another text from an unknown number came in, which you had already guessed it had more than likely come from...

Saving the number to your contact list, you noted how Heejeong, much like his brother, displayed a familiar sense as he texted you.

Perhaps you were still feeling a bit too flustered by Jeff's annoying antics, or perhaps it was you losing track as you texted both brothers, yet no matter the reason, you paid no mind to the way they texted or the emoji's they made. You honestly didn't think of it as a big deal, considering some of your closest friends, both male and female, would send you similar ones. Why would it be any different coming from your soon to-be stepbrothers?

Just as you were getting comfortable and carrying on a decent conversation with Heejeong, a text from Heeseung came in.

"Huh...guess I'm going to have to get used to talking to two brothers now, this is going to be interesting."

"Huh. They seem to be a couple of jokesters or prankster types."

Never having siblings of your own, aside from the half sisters and brothers you shared from your father's side, whom you got along with but never were terribly close with, you were new to the life of having siblings, much less, two elder brothers. Slightly elder. Reflecting back to all the movies and shows where the main characters displayed a loving bond with their siblings, shows such as Modern Family, you recalled the moments of your childhood where you dreamed and yearned for that bond.

"Well it looks like I'll get it now. Two brothers. Wonder what it's going to be like from here on out."

With your dainty mind, your heart of gold, and your oblivious soul, you wouldn't have ever thought of what was waiting for you in the upcoming days that would change your life forever....

CHAPTER 3

Authors Note: stay with me people! we're getting there. we just gotta get passed all this tension and fluff bc there's alot more......so much more...

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[swordcreature]

hiiii its the same anon who requested positive tav snapping! you did such a good job I've re-read it like. 5 times already ♡♡♡

I have another request regarding the origin companions, if you're up to writing for them again. though non romamced this time.

how do you imagine they'd feel about a middle aged female elf tav who very clearly has maternal feelings for all of them? like she fully takes on the role as group mother. I think itd be 50/50 who accepts it and who fights it at first.

thank you so much if you decide to write this!! ♡♡♡

hi again sorry this took so long and thank you for sending another request!!!!!

i kind of struggled to write this because so far i've only ever written romanced characters but it was a nice change of pace

these are more like a small series of drabbles but i hope you like them!!!

Shadowheart, Astarion, Lae'zel, Wyll, Gale, & Karlach - Maternal Tav

This is not gender neutral per the request, uses she/her pronouns

How the companions react to a Maternal Tav

Astarion: 

Astarion fights it at first, like he fights most feelings about him that aren’t sexual. To digest the fact that another person could care for him, consider his wellbeing, support him – it's nearly incomprehensible. Because that would mean that for the past 200 years, he was capable, deserving even, of being loved but no one bothered enough to do so. No one’s cared enough to care. So he pushes back, lashing out at Tav with a forked tongue that cuts like a blade. If there’s one thing he knows, it’s how to hurt people. If Tav wants to put a mirror to his face (metaphorically speaking of course) to show him that the lie he tells himself at night – that a monster like him isn’t worthy of love – isn’t true.... well, he’ll just have to break her down. But Tav is unrelenting, somehow always knowing when to catch Astarion with open arms and a shoulder to lean on. And eventually he slips up, allowing himself to indulge in Tav’s comforting presence after a particularly rough day. It’s the crack in the door that Tav needs to stick her foot in and break the damn thing down. Soon, Astarion is allowing himself to be tended to after fights, comforted after a nightmare – he even lets Tav embrace him tightly when the stress of their journey is too much for him to bear. It’s a strange sensation for him – another person wanting to share the weight he bares with nothing, not even a kiss, in return – but one that he ultimately comes to crave more fiercely than anything else in the world.  

Gale: 

Gale already has a mother, thank you very much, so why would he need someone looking after him like that? Of course, he hasn’t really enjoyed his mother’s presence since he obtained the orb, but he did have Tara. And so what if Tara wasn’t here right now? That still doesn’t mean he needs to indulge in the comforts of a maternal figure just because life is less than pleasant. Well, he does need someone to bring him magical items, so he allows Tav to take care of him in that regard. But that is it, he swears!  Though there is something very endearing about the way she's willing to listen to him complain about his day despite going through the same exact hogwash herself. And he’d be remiss to pass up the opportunity to educate someone on the finer points of the Weave; Tav always seems to ask about it when he’s outside his tent plucking strands of the Weave like an instrument. Okay, fine, maybe it is nice to have someone who is there to give advice when needed and to compliment him when he’s feeling down! But he hardly needs such coddling, he’s a grown made for Hells’ sake. That’s what he tells himself, at least. The others just laugh and roll their eyes. Because if there’s one person who has taken to Tav’s maternal nurturing, it’s Gale.  

Karlach: 

Karlach thinks Tav is so awesome, she can hardly believe her luck. Fresh out of the Hells with a heart that is stable enough to survive the night and she’s met the nicest, kindest person in the entire Sword Coast? It’s a fuckin’ miracle! And it’s what Karlach desperately needs. After 10 long years of demons and devils and wretched souls, the comfort Tav offers is a balm on her scorching heart. It makes her feel alive again, like a real fucking person and not just a dispensable agent of some power-hungry bitch. Her life still isn’t her own, not really, at least until her heart is completely fixed, but Tav will be there the entire way. She knows that for a fact. And although the thought of returning to Avernus makes Karlach’s blood boil – or, rather, boil more than normal – the thought of having Tav by her side makes it almost worth considering. Not quite, but almost. When Dammon, the cute bastard, gives her the ability to touch again there is no one else in the entire universe that Karlach wants to hug more than Tav. A hug doesn’t begin to cover what she owes to her, but it’s a start. And after so many long, rough nights with no physical comfort, Tav’s arms are more than tempting to get lost in. Karlach squeezes her with as much force as Tav’s body will handle. She may have lost her parents when she was taken to the Hells, but she feels her mom’s spirit in Tav. She’s sure of it. 

Lae’zel: 

No one in their right mind would treat Lae’zel of Creche K’liir like a child if they wanted to keep their head on their body. And even though Tav does have an illithid tadpole lodged in her skull, she should know better than to be so patronizing. Lae’zel is more than capable of meeting all of her own needs, she does not need their leader for anything other than another body to wield another blade. Another means for safety. Though, Tav may be the only one in their group of infected to see the sense in seeking out the nearest creche for cleansing and so Lae’zel has to give her some credit for that. Perhaps she isn’t completely dull like the others. She fights rather well too. And Lae’zel does come to find other uses for Tav as their journey moves forward. Their leader is knowledgeable about this land in a way that Lae’zel is not, able to point out plants that cannot be eaten or animals not worth the effort to kill for food. One day, she even showed Lae’zel how to fashion a small sling to throw rocks from the leftovers of a boar carcass. The way Tav was determined to use every last piece of the animal, not letting any bit go to waste, reminded Lae’zel of her of her younger days being honed into the warrior she is today. A small part of her thinks she underestimated Tav and her eagerness to show what the others call affection. She might just have to try one of the older woman’s ‘hugs’ someday. 

Shadowheart: 

Shadowheart is more akin to a stone wall than a person when she first meets Tav. Not fully by choice either – there's nothing to tell Tav if she doesn’t remember anything herself. But it’s easy to see that even the things she does recall, she holds close to her chest. So Tav doesn’t pry; she doesn’t force Shadowheart to tell her anything she isn’t comfortable sharing. In fact, she shares her own secrets more readily, showing Shadowheart trust in hopes of earning it back. Faster than Tav ever dreamed, it begins to work. Small memories return to Shadowheart who then promptly confides in Tav, sharing bits and pieces of who she used to be, who she may still be. And Tav listens with open arms should Shadowheart need the embrace. She hardly ever does and Tav respects that, but the offer is always there. When Shar is feeling particularly petty and searing pain flashes in shades of purple against Shadowheart’s hand, Tav is there with a hand on her shoulder, offering a nod to let her know that she is not alone. It’s not much – and to be honest Shadowheart isn’t sure that she would tolerate much more – but it’s enough to make the loneliness she feels bearable. Shadowheart may never remember her whole life; parts may forever stay secret to herself let alone Tav. Still, she knows that whatever secrets she is willing to share will be handled with the care and love that she has been missing since she was a little girl.  

Wyll: 

Wyll never had a mother growing up and his father... well his father is a complicated subject. Which leaves his feelings about Tav a little muddied. He’s the Blade of Frontiers, a hero to folks all along the Sword Coast – he takes care of others, they don’t take care of him. It’s been a long time since he last took from someone instead of gave. It makes relating to Tav so easy: they’re both givers, both caretakers, both instinctually loving towards those around them. But it doesn’t make accepting Tav’s motherly affections any easier. To be fair it isn’t that Wyll doesn’t appreciate her – no, quite the opposite – he’s delighted to have someone so kindhearted to call a friend. He just finds it hard to let himself relax, to let someone else cut the firewood on a night where the wound on his shoulder hurts so bad he could cry, to let another person listen to and calm Gale’s worries about arriving in the city, to let Tav take on the burdens of the camp. Tav never gives up though – just another way they are kindred spirits. She takes care of Wyll’s chores before he even wakes up on days when he’s too sore to move properly, she mends his clothing when he tears a hole with his newly acquired claws. She even pretends to be thoroughly interested in his campfire stories, though he knows he’s probably told them all once or twice over at this point. Sometimes it all feels too self-indulgent, like he’s partaking in a too-big piece of dessert, but is he truly living a hero’s life if he doesn’t relent every once in a while? 

#bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale #bg3 karlach #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 wyll #astarion #gale dekarios #karlach #lae'zel #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #bg3 tav #my writing #requests/suggestions #anon

[miller-n-morgan]

And I Feel Fine (.ii)

Joel Miller x Jackson!Reader

18+, mdni

Summary: A new journey lies ahead, and on the very first night you become sure of something that will completely change the trajectory of your entire future.

Warnings: leaving most of the warnings the same because they apply. mentions of death, violence, gore, blood, mentions of sex abuse and trafficking. Mentions of teenage pregnancy. Mention of drugs and substances. Again, literally has ✨️the works.✨️

Word Count: 7k (i'm going absolutely wild)

Now we're cookin'.... enjoy this slice of my brain that I spent entirely too long on. And also know that the first part of the Arthur Morgan series will probably drop this week.

“I ain’t shittin’ you.” You were fine to leave it at that, but he sure as hell wasn’t. For a guy that hated long conversations, he seemed to like poking around in your business.  “And what makes you think that?”  You honestly didn’t want to tell him. He’s not Tommy, he might make fun of you, might store away the information later on and use it against you. You have no idea, actually. You don’t know him. 

Your contact had gotten you to an apartment. It was worn down, just as every other place in the QZ seemed to be, but it was better taken care of. The people living here must have been attentive about the appearance of their home. A good enough family to leave your baby with. 

She stopped you in the hallway, knocking three times on the old wood door, hearing a lively voice from the otherside before it opened. The woman standing there was lovely, about thirty or so, a half smile on her face when she saw you both had arrived. This plan had been in the works for some time now. 

“Hello, I’m Maxine Williams,” she greeted, reaching for your hand to shake. You did your best to match her kind and infectious energy, giving her a smile in return. She is after all going to be doing you the favor of a lifetime. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” you replied, keeping your head low between your shoulders, though you felt comfortable in her presence. 

She leaned into your contact, turning her head, but you heard the whisper “She’s so young…” 

“S’why she needs help.” 

You understood that this didn’t look right. You should not be pregnant at your tender age, should not have been put in this position. You’ve seen more horrific things than any person ever should, and it all started when you were eight… outbreak day. 

“Of course… come in, both of you.”

The pleasantries went on for a while, exchanging information of where you came from, why you were in this area, what you did before being in Boston. She mentioned her husband, her two sons and their love for older things, wishing for the world the way it was. It was all just small talk, leading up to the actual conversation topic: the baby she was about to take off your hands. 

“You’ll stay with us until the birth, if that’s okay,” she offered, but it sounded more like a demand. It wasn’t a harsh or cruel one. Even if you slept on the rickety couch you were lounging upon now, it would be better than camping in the woods, sleeping on the hard ground like you’d been doing only a month ago. 

“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

Your contact was happy to see both ends so receptive. She’d never seen a deal containing human life go down this smoothly. Probably because this was a bit more sensitive of an exchange. 

“Good… that’s good. I’ve heard you’re interested in a closed adoption?” 

You glanced down at your stomach, feeling the weight of it, crushing inwards on the rest of your body. Having this baby and giving it away will relieve the weight both physically and metaphorically. They’ll be in good hands, better than your own could ever be. 

“I think it’s probably best. I used to have siblings, but I never really took care of them… I’m not sure I could do this,” You shook your head. You saw her younger son peeking his head out of the bedroom door in the corner, backing away as soon as you caught him. Even in an apocalypse, a child can be happy… just not with you. “I want to give them their best chance.”

“I understand…  and we’re going to do our best to make sure they have a normal childhood,” she responded, leaning forward and placing a comforting hand on your knee. 

“Thank you…”

You had sat down on one of the containment units, feeling as though the adrenaline rush from the ambush was beginning to wear off. Tommy found Maria not far away from where you were sitting, and began to ask his special favor. It was crazy, he knew it, you knew it… but it had to be done. This girl was somehow important, to the fireflies and to all of mankind, and you were starting to wonder why. Joel hadn’t said a word, sitting across from you and awaiting the news that would surely come from his brother’s discussion with his wife. 

“So, you’ve been traveling with Ellie?” 

He looked up at you from his boot laces, his eyes were heavy, and he didn’t seem in the mood to talk. He was grumpy in nature, but you could tell there was more underneath the tough exterior.

“I have.” And no further explanation was given. 

You didn’t think it was best to keep trying your luck, keep on asking him questions. He wasn’t the talking type and you figured you’d be wasting your time… but speak of the devil, Ellie came up to him just as the conversation between Tommy and Maria was getting heated. 

“What’s that all about?” She nodded in their direction. She looked scared, like a deer caught in headlights, just not as frozen. Wide eyed and unable to look away from the scene. “Does that have anything to do with me?” 

She was smart, she’d pick up on the words they were saying - more like yelling - to each other. The context clues were there, Joel would have to be an idiot to think she’d just let him off the hook. 

“We’ll talk about it later…” he grumbled, his annoyance already at a high from your unimportant questions and the fighting in the background. 

“Did he tell you where the lab is?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she got even closer to hear them. 

The lab? Is that where the fireflies would be? You vaguely remember the days you spent with the resistance group, but you don’t remember anything about a lab…

“We’ll talk about it later,” he repeated himself, almost as a warning. 

She turned to Tommy and Maria, then back to Joel, her face one of distrust and sadness. She knew, she could tell. Joel was trying to get rid of her. 

You wanted to say something, to jump in and tell her that she didn’t need to be scared, didn’t need to be worried about where she was going. That you would go with her and it would be okay… but that wouldn’t help a damn thing. Even if you turn out to be her biological mother, you are most definitely not her mom, and cannot console her as one.

“Later… right,” she trailed, backing away from Joel and off to another sectional of the checkpoint. 

Joel looked back to you, your eyes already on him. 

He sighed, at first not saying a word… but when he made a full rotation of his eyeline and you were still staring holes into him, he had to speak up. 

“If you’re lookin’ to judge me, then just-.” 

“I’m not.” 

Your interruption cut him off, and he didn’t really know what else to say. He nodded, not looking away from you, but rather trying to figure out what it is you needed from him. Your stare was not discomforting but it felt demanding. It wanted something.

“How long have you known her?” You finally spit out, tucking a leg under your elbow as you sat back. You knew you’d gotten his attention, now. 

“Few months, now. I’m supposed to take her to the fireflies as a favor to someone.” 

“What do the fireflies want with a fourteen year old kid?” 

He sighed, raising his shoulders in a shrug like he didn’t know. He must’ve been lying, right? You’d gotten pretty good at reading people, but for some reason you couldn’t tell with him. Maybe you just didn’t know him well enough… 

“M’not really sure. All I knew in the beginning was that I could get paid pretty well, so I took her.”

You nodded. He didn’t seem like the person that did things for the sake of them, Tommy had told you stories about him, the things he used to do. If it was for his survival, he’d do it… but just for the sake of getting paid? When barely anything left had real monetary value? It sounded like bullshit. 

“She seems to trust you an awful lot,” you gestured between him and the empty space she’d left. 

There was another beat of silence, to which he didn’t use for reply. Instead he sat, his back curled over and his shoulders sunken inwards. He was tired, he was worn. He needed to rest, but this life wouldn’t let him.

“She knows you’re handing her off…”

“I reckon she does, yeah.” 

And right over your shoulder you heard the climax of Tommy and Maria’s argument. She held a pointed finger in his face, before he finally insisted on Joel’s plan. She couldn’t move him. He was going to do this whether she liked it or not… which is something you haven’t seen out of Tommy for years. Joel must mean a hell of a lot to him, to up and leave Maria on a dangerous errand like this. 

You stay seated when Maria walks over to Joel, and then when Joel stands up to talk to Tommy. You stay seated and think… I can keep Tommy safe. I’ve got nothing to lose, and everything to gain from learning about this girl. I can bring him home to Maria, even if it means my life. 

But you immediately stand when you hear Tommy’s rapid speech. “That girl of yours. she took one of our horses and rode off,” and then he glanced at you with an eyeroll. “She took provoker…”

You huffed a sigh, following the men over to the front of the sectional, the open trail up ahead. Maria was mad at Tommy, so obviously she wouldn’t be accompanying them… and that left you. Casper didn’t like men. 

“Damnit, which way?” Joel asked, his steps were heavy on the muddy ground. 

“I just saw her riding out of here!” Terry yelled, loosening the reins on two more horses he’d brought over for assistance. 

“Alright, get back inside, help the others clean the place up,” Tommy told the man, nodding for you to mount the back of his horse after he’d climbed up himself. You chanced a look at Joel, riding across from you both. His face was mixed with anger and determination, and it reminded you of what Tommy looked like after hours of hunting. They were the epitome of brothers, though you’d never met the other half before. 

You all followed the tracks, leading every which way it seemed. Some of the tracks were fresh, and some were older, but it was hard to tell when the grounds here were moist all the time, never really drying up and creating lasting prints on the dirt. 

After a while of riding, and running into some raiders - who were easily fended off - you saw your horse standing in front of an old farmhouse, the reins tied to a pole holding up the roof of the porch. You jumped from Tommy’s mare and ran up to Casper, petting his mane and making sure he was alright. There didn’t seem to be a scratch on him. 

You watched Joel enter the house, waiting back with Tommy. Even though Joel was the one she ran away from, you couldn’t imagine she’d be thrilled to see you or Tommy instead. Joel had a good reason to do what he did. He didn’t feel strong enough or fast enough for this job anymore. He didn’t feel like he could keep her safe. You unfortunately understood that feeling a little too well, and if you were correct on your suspicions, it would have been with the exact same kid. 

Tommy unstrapped his gun from his back, holding it steady and watching the surroundings whilst he leaned against the porch beam you were standing by. He was trying to gage whether or not your horse was calm enough for him to approach you closer, knowing what would happen if he wasn’t. 

“I think you’re right, you know…” He trailed, his voice quiet on the off chance of an open window. 

“You do?” 

You turned to him, you didn’t exactly have to think twice about what he meant. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, a chuckle falling from his lips. “It makes sense… the timing n’ everything. She looks a hell of a lot like you… and she’s caused about as much trouble today as the first time I met you.”

“Causing trouble is genetic?” You laughed, your eyes watering a bit at the implications he made. She might be yours. Your daughter, who you didn’t think you’d see again. 

“Hell, it might be. Your kinda trouble, anyway… stealin’ horses and shit.”

The nod of your head was slow, the thought of this all sinking in. It made perfect sense and yet coming to terms with the facts of ‘it is’ instead of ‘it could be’ makes you feel light headed.

You didn’t know if he was being serious or if he was just trying to make you feel better, but the look on his face told you the former. He wouldn’t just lie to you, he knew you could read him. 

“I keep turning it over in my head, tryin’ to think of ways I could prove it to myself… I think just seein’ her was enough for me. I’m remembering things I thought I forgot about a long time ago.”

Now it was his turn to nod, but your moment was caught short when you heard a branch snap around the corner. You instinctively pulled your gun from your pants, holding it out in the direction the snap came from. Tommy raised his rifle, doing the same and gesturing for you to go inside. You both made it in the doorway before the threat made itself known. Two guys, coming around the corner. They hadn’t realized you were watching them yet, but they did a quick scan, making sure there wasn’t any immediate danger. 

“Get upstairs,” he said in a whisper, but you snapped your head to face him. 

“No way, the odds are even if I stay,” you argued, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood for a fight right now. It was too risky to have you both down here. 

“Go tell Joel to get his ass down here, you stay up with the kid.” 

“Like hell I’m going up there. Your brother scares me,” you say in a half joking mumble, keeping watch on the two strangers that were now surrounding your horse. They were about to get kicked in the ass if they didn’t step away. 

Tommy realizes that them being distracted gives a good amount of time to leave without cover. 

“Alright, but you first,” he shrugged a shoulder towards the staircase, and with one last glance to your horse, you left your corner by the window. 

You quickly ran up the stairs, ducking a head in a few rooms before finding the one Joel and Ellie were in. 

“Get it together, we’re not alone,” Tommy said as soon as you got inside the door.

“I got two walking in,” Joel leaned towards the sliding window to get some eyes on the situation. 

“There’s more inside already…”

 You backed against the door, Tommy against the dresser on the opposite side. Joel stepped over in front of you, and Ellie behind Tommy. You didn’t realize until now, but taking a glance at Ellie, she looked even worse than when she left. Her face was sullen and her head was dropped. She didn’t seem to be snapping into reality, even with the weight of the situation. 

You stayed by her throughout the house, when Tommy and Joel started shooting, you stood in front of her, covering them from back behind. It was weird, these maternal feelings that had never sparked within you before, only now arising for this specific human that had no clue who you were. 

Once outside, it seemed strange. The dynamic between the four of you was so incredibly awkward. Everyone was thinking on a different topic, and the silence could echo on for miles. You nodded for Ellie to mount the back of your horse, since she didn’t seem comfortable to ride with Joel for the time being. She climbed up behind you and for a second you smiled, because this is your daughter, you know it… but soon after, your mind quickly succumbed to the general silence.

The nature and scenery surrounding you seemed to be duller than before, the pretty autumnal colors becoming ugly in the sense that you didn’t appreciate them right now. You loved the beginning of fall, but the feelings spread among you are tense and terrible, worse than raking up the fallen leaves before winter. 

The feeling never leaves, it stays until you all reach the edge of the town. 

-

“I’m not hungry,” you swore, shoving the extra plate of food away from your placemat.

Manxine’s husband was hungry, and you’d noticed him and his wife being decent enough to give you some of their food the past few days. It wasn’t necessary, because you weren’t working, and you weren’t barely helping them. They were helping you, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Taking extra food that wasn’t just lying around felt like stealing. You’d never been a stranger to it before, but these people were far too kind, too gentle. They made you feel like maybe the world wasn’t completely at its end. It still turned, and people were still good, despite everything. 

“Yes you are, and you should be,” Maxine pushed the plate back in front of you. Her goal had been to ‘put a little meat on your bones’ as long as you were under her roof. 

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Promise or no promise, you need to eat more. You’re still too thin to try and survive childbirth, ya hear?” She put the old fork back into your open hand, and you sighed. It was sometimes hard to eat more than you normally did, on the account of your body not being used to it. If you ate more than usual would it make you sick? If you threw up the extra rations they were spotting you, you’d feel terrible, but she kept insisting. 

You opened your mouth to take a bite, swallowing it down and feeling the slight discomfort start to settle. Already you’d been eating a lot more than before the QZ, and you didn’t realize how slowly your appetite would have to grow. 

After a few more bites you had to drop the fork to your plate, feeling too full already to keep on. You felt terrible, refusing extra portions that were meant to keep you healthy. Whether or not it was caused by the pregnancy hormones, or just your own emotional breakdown, you weren’t sure… but you started tearing up while sitting at the table. 

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, covering your mouth and sitting back while the tears rolled down. 

“Don’t you apologize, sweetheart,” Maxine uttered softly, her presence at your side immediately. 

To her, none of this effort was wasted, or overdone. She and her husband, though some of the better off people in the QZ by job merritt, couldn’t seem to have another baby. It wasn’t for the lack of trying, or stress that they couldn’t afford it. It was simply the fact that after six years from their last child, they couldn’t conceive another. This baby, your baby, was going to be a gift to them. They were happy to take any necessary steps into getting you to childbirth. 

“I just can’t eat anymore,” you tried to justify your emotions, but now it only looked like an overreaction. People are dying without food, and here you are, crying about there being too much. 

“It’s alright. Leftovers don’t go to waste in this house,” she spoke, a bit of a chuckle in her tone, which alleviated some of the pressure you felt. 

“Okay,” you nodded, letting her take your plate to the other room, likely where her husband had retired to. 

The campfire was crackling, the smoke filling the hazy navy color of the dark sky. Trees had covered it mostly, but there were a few stars peaking here and there. You’d just finished a can of chicken soup, tossing it on the pile that had been started by the others. It was crazy, how you suddenly remembered so much, just by eating food out of a can again. Days on the run, with the fireflies, being a raider even… it all came back. 

It had only been a few hours or so since leaving Jackson, but after the fiasco of today, the three of you had gotten extremely tired a lot earlier than you should have. 

The three of you meaning: Yourself, Joel and Ellie. 

After the silence of the horse ride back to the commune, something had changed. Joel realized not only what Ellie meant to him, but what he means to Ellie. He’d decided Tommy was no longer required, and that he could fare the journey on his own. Of course, you immediately volunteered an extra pair of hands and a quick gun as assistance. To your surprise, it was Ellie who was your greatest advocate. Her, and the fact that you remembered the lab’s location, could probably get her there on your own if you had to. 

The mirror building… you don’t remember it being a lab, but as soon as Tommy said the words it jogged your memory.

Now you were here, sitting with your back against a log, and staring holes into the shoulder of a fourteen year old girl. 

“Whatch’u lookin’ at?” Joel asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he lazily reclined against a tree. 

You only looked away for a second, too fixated on what was just barely peeking over the collar of Ellie’s shirt and jacket. It had fallen down a bit when she laid down to sleep.

“Nothin’,” you shrugged it off. He was a man of few words, surely he’d drop it on account of having to speak more if he didn’t… but God help him, he’s like a damn cat, his curiosity could kill him. 

“You’re very focused on nothin’,” he teased. There was something off about you with Ellie, he’d taken notice of it. He didn’t know what it was about but it didn’t seem like a danger.

You rolled your eyes over to him, but could tell by his glance back that he wouldn’t quit. He’d already volunteered to take the first watch, and he had nothing else better to do. 

“It’s a long story, you’d get bored.”

But again, he had nothing better to do. 

“Try me,” he raised his shoulders in a shrug of his own. He seemed much more docile of a creature in this setting. The early hours of night, so quiet, and dimly lit. His voice was gentle and his features were soft. He was relaxed.

You took a deep inhale, trying to brace yourself for whatever came of this. He was a fresh face, someone new to explain an old wound to. The scar had finally healed and you were about to dig a blade back through and rip it open… but you suppose you’d sharpened the knife by coming along in the first place. 

“I think Ellie’s my daughter,” you breathed out, not checking for a reaction until he’d been silent too long. His eyes were narrow, and he tilted his head, looking between you two. She was fast asleep by now, but he had a picture of her in his head, comparing it to you. 

“You’re shittin’ me, right?” 

You blew out another long breath, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t know this feeling you have or the fact that you’ve never felt it before. He doesn’t understand that you’d come to peace with the fact that you’d never see her again, and then she appeared like a ghost from your past. You thought she was your past self at first, taunting you, making fun of who you were now. 

“I ain’t shittin’ you.”

You were fine to leave it at that, but he sure as hell wasn’t. For a guy that hated long conversations, he seemed to like poking around in your business. 

“And what makes you think that?” 

You honestly didn’t want to tell him. He’s not Tommy, he might make fun of you, might store away the information later on and use it against you. You have no idea, actually. You don’t know him. 

You let your eyes flick up to the stars, hoping by some miracle they will fall from the heavens in the form of angels to give you a message, that message being: shut the fuck up and don’t spill your guts to a man you met this morning. 

“When I was thirteen, I was by myself. I fell into a weird group of people that could probably be considered a cult. There was this one guy that treated me better than the others…” you trailed off, not sure if you’re ready to rehash all of this. But it’s been a long time since you talked about it. You need to get it off your chest if you’re to somehow make a relationship with the product of your past. “He was in his twenties, so a lot younger than most people in the group. Pretty sure I was the youngest. I didn’t realize he was using me.”

Joel was tense, but not because he was uncomfortable… he was genuinely invested. Wanted to know this story and how it connected with Ellie. His Ellie.

“We left the group, and I found out I was pregnant a few months later. I’d barely had my cycle a fucking year… wasn’t even sure what it meant when I didn’t get it. Anyways,” you had to stifle a laugh, because just looking back… what the actual hell? You kept blinking to make sure no tears escaped in front of this man. You weren’t there yet with him. “I think he just lost all interest in me after that. He didn’t really speak to me unless it was necessary, and wouldn't look at me. Stuff like that.”

But that wasn’t the worst part, and Joel knew you were working your way up to it. 

“Before I was pregnant I used to sneak into places most people couldn’t. I was real skinny like that. Was able to smuggle stuff in and out of different QZs across the country. We peddled rare narcotics for the most part… but I had to stop when I, you know…” you made a round hand motion around your stomach, hoping he got the jist. “I didn’t fit in the smaller spaces.”

“What kind of narcotics?” Joel finally asked a question, and it wasn’t really the one you were hoping for… but you understood he’d probably fallen into the same scheme over the years. 

“Vicodin, mostly. Up in Princeton there was this one apartment… we’d searched it top to bottom because of how many secret hiding places there were. Vicodin everywhere. Whoever lived there was either severely addicted or preparing for the worst.”

“Maybe both.”

Yeah, probably. Damn shame he never got to use them.

“We used it as a trading token most of the time. It was actually what got us into Boston,” you waved off your tangent eventually, getting back to the story and where Ellie came in. “Pretty much gave the rest of our stash to a contact we had there… she got us a family we could hand the baby off to.” 

And now he got it. You’d been knocked up by a predator, and said predator wanted you to give up the baby so he could go about using you some more. He’d seen and done some cruel things in a post apocalyptic world, but he would never stoop that low, and grimaced at anyone who possibly could.

“I had her when I was fourteen. Lookin’ at her today was like looking in a mirror,” you rambled on, still not quite to your point. “She’s the right age, from the right location… and that birthmark on her shoulder…”

He hadn’t even noticed it all this time. Months with the kid, and he thought nothing of it. But to you, it was clarification. It was the confirming piece of evidence that pulled it all together. You’d barely taken your eyes off of it since you saw it. You wanted to make sure you weren’t seeing things. Wanted to make sure it was the right shape and placement, just so you could be sure. 

He nodded, seemingly coming to this conclusion now, too. It didn’t take him any more convincing. It was clear by now that your hunch was not just a hunch. 

“Her dad, he still… around?” 

You shook your head with a light hearted laugh. 

“No,” and you could have left it with that simple answer… but that was never much your style. “I shot him in the head.”

His low whistle cut the air, and you almost felt proud. You’d killed the one thing in life that ever hurt you directly. 

“He deserved worse.” 

“Yeah, he did.”

And then it was quiet for a minute, all the words the two of you had spoken up until now were rotating over and around in your heads to make sense of them, until he spoke up again. 

“I’m sorry,” he nearly whispered. 

“S’okay. Not your fault…” you shook it off. It’s in the past, it’s done. 

“Not yours either,” he replied, raising a brow to you. “M’just, sorry you went through that.”

He was soft, he was gentle. You supposed he was like Tommy. He didn’t judge you or make you feel inferior because of your tragic mishappenings. He just listened, and felt sympathy.

“I don’t mind it so much now… I got her back.”

And both your gazes shifted to the sleeping teenager, her breaths steady with the humming of the night around you. She has no clue, and for now you’ll have to keep it that way. 

Yeah, you think… I got her back.

-

It only took two weeks. Riding, eating, sleeping, and talking, rinse and repeat. There was the odd occasion of dealing with infected, but they were never in large groups, and cleared out easily. 

You remembered exactly where to go when you entered the city limits, guiding them towards the college campus you once lived in as a firefly. It was almost ten years ago, but you remember it pretty well. It’s where you met Tommy. Not in the lab, obviously. You’d both been put on security detail one morning, having never met beforehand. He proceeded to ‘teach you’ how to shoot a rifle properly, only to find you could hit a perfect bullseye on your first shot. Probably because your dad was a man who loved his guns, and you’d been shooting one since you were a kid before the outbreak. He laughed about it, and you two were friends ever since. 

“Are you getting any of this?” Ellie asked you, pulling you from your thoughts as you rode alongside them. 

For the last hour, Joel was attempting - and failing - to explain the rules of football to the young Miss Ellie. And she didn’t understand one lick of it, not that you blame her. You’d been to actual football games in your youth, but you couldn’t get it even then. 

“Nope, I was always more of a baseball fan…” you trailed, and smiled at the thought. Baseball was fun, you remember it well. It was your biggest obsession right before ballet, and right after fingerpainting. 

“Oh really, now?” Joel cut in, his surprise evident in his raised eyebrow and tilted gaze in your direction. 

“Yep. You’re looking at the MVP of the Acorn’s jr. little league team.” 

Ellie laughed. She didn’t know a thing about baseball either. She’d seen some old collectors cards though here and there. Apparently they used to be valuable. They were only knick knacks to anyone who saw them now. 

“What position did you play?” 

“Shortstop… or second base, technically. No shortstop in jr. little league,” you admitted. Your dad always called you shortstop, so that’s what you tell people now. Anyone who asks, at least. You can count on one hand the number of people who have. 

“Seein’ you around infected… I bet you swung like hell,” he chuckled. Ellie was still confused about the rules of the last sport, much less how to play this one… but she listened intently because Joel was interested, so she was interested too.

“I always got on base, didn’t always stay there, but always got on. Plus, I was the only kid who never picked their nose at the plate, so… Obviously I earned my title.”

“That must’ve been an amazing accomplishment. How old were you?” 

From what he understood, you’d been eight on outbreak day. You couldn’t have been too much younger to have started a sport, right?

“Probably six or seven at the time. I did ballet after, had kind of a short attention span when it came to after school activities,” you explained, a smile on your cheeks when you spoke about the things you used to love doing. You probably would still like doing some of them, had they been an option in Jackson.

“I know about ballet!” Ellie jumped in, nearly scaring Joel off the horse. “That’s the dancers that used to wear those weird shoes and shit.”

“Pointe shoes?” You chuckled, more at Joel trying to compose himself than Ellie’s funny recollection of footwear. 

“Yeah, those. They looked like torture devices in some of the paintings I saw… did you ever wear any?” 

“No, I would have had to train for about five more years to have gotten to that point. That was the dream at the time, to be a pointe ballerina. Of course, the end of the world happened…”

Joel turned to you from his forwards facing stare, a sadness in his eyes before he looked back onto the road ahead of him. Was that… pity? You were slowly learning to read him, his little mannerisms and tells that made him like everyone else, yet just a tad different, in a way that only he could be. 

“Maybe after all this is over you can teach me some steps,” she suggested, but you scoffed. 

“Maybe,” you shook your head at how funny the thought sounded in your head. You’d only danced for what? Ten months at most? And as an eight year old? “I think you’ll probably be too busy with Joel’s guitar lessons.”

She laughed it off, shaking her head and leaning it back onto Joel’s shoulder in front of her. The three of you kept along until reaching the building you remembered, but instantly it was a disappointment. The fireflies weren’t here, and likely hadn’t been for over a year. 

“This isn’t right. There should be a checkpoint set up and a security blockade surrounding the place,” you mentioned, getting off your horse and running up to the door in the front. You peeked inside, and there was no sign of life anywhere. 

“You’re kidding,” Ellie grumbled. 

Joel dismounted the horse and followed after you, looking around and trying to find any signs that they might have been here at all. 

“You sure this is the right place?” 

“Positive. I remember this building, I met Tommy right over there,” you pointed down the sidewalk, where a half torn down barricade of cement was still sitting, but just barely. You walked to the corner of the crumbling stairs and grabbed a piece of old broken up brick, chucking it through the front door in order to unlock it.

Joel chuckled for a moment at your frustration, watching the scene play out. 

“Baseball… right,” he teased, leading the way inside with you and Ellie in tow. 

-

Maxine’s boys were at Fedra school. Her husband was at work in a different sector. Maxine herself was trading ration cards for supplies. It was the first time she’d left the apartment since you’d been there, and of all days, of all mornings for it to happen… your water broke.

You were alone, and scared. You weren’t allowed to leave the apartment for fear of the neighbor’s suspicion. Maxine’s family would be torn apart by Fedra if anyone found out what was going on, so no matter how terrified you were, you couldn’t risk going outside for help.

“Not now,” you cried, the tension in the pit of your stomach slowly turning to pain when your first contraction started. “Please, kid, I’m begging.”

You suck down against the wall of the living room, trying to find a sitting position that doesn't kill you from the pain. You wished more than anything you had some of those pain pills left over from the exchange, but they would probably only hurt you right now. 

“Please, don’t,” you tried to even your breathing, the tears crawling down your cheeks at a fastening rate. “I can’t do this…” 

The walls were closing in, you weren’t prepared for this. It didn’t seem to be the right time, either… but it was happening, and there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop it. The baby was coming, and if you wanted to live to see another day, you were going to have to get your head straight, and push it out of you. 

You didn’t know how long you’d have, but from the time your water broke to the last contraction, things were moving relatively quickly. You were still on the ground against the wall, biting down on the sleeve of your shirt to try and not make noise. 

You hoped and prayed that you would not deliver this baby on your own, but it looked like that was your only option right now. They had all left around an hour ago, they would be gone all day. 

“I don’t know what to do, kid… help me out here,” you cried out again, but the baby didn’t exactly listen. You felt more weight bearing down on your lower half by the minute, and all you could do was panic.

It had happened so fast, the attack. Too fast, nothing you guys could have prepared for. It was all within minutes, and the ringing in your ears following your last gunshot seemed to put everything in slow motion. The way Ellie was yelling but you couldn’t hear it, the man that was coming up from behind you, and the one that was wrestling with Joel near the edge of the rail. 

Too fast, the man on your rear grabbed at you and pulled backwards, keeping you from being able to stop Joel’s attacker… You got trapped in a headlock, a gun to your temple, and another man was about to get Ellie. Joel and his attacker broke through the railing, tumbling over the edge and falling into God knows what. You sunk deadweight in the man’s arms, letting Ellie shoot him with her raised gun before you shot the man coming for her. 

She ran to the edge first, freezing as she looked down. You followed and peered over, unsure what you would see. 

“Shit,” you lowered yourself to a sitting position before scooting off the edge and dropping down to where he was. Your voice was in a panic “Joel?” 

He was alive, but fatally injured if you didn’t get him out of here right now. 

“I’m gonna need you to pull,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth. His face was scrunched in pain, and you knew better than anyone how hard it was to stay quiet when you’re hurting that bad. 

“You could bleed out,” you shook your head, kneeling down and flinging off your backpack. Digging through, you only have the most basic of supplies… nothing substantial enough to stop mass amounts of blood, or, worst case scenario, a deadly infection. 

“Just pull, damnit,” he grunted, offering his hand. 

By now Ellie had come down, watching in fear as the only figure of importance in her life was nearly on his deathbed. It couldn’t be exaggerated because it really was that bad. He could drop down at any moment and never get back up, but he kept pushing on. 

You did as he asked, hoisting him to a stand, letting him lean on you for support. Ellie went on ahead, leading the way as she cleared the place with her own gun. You had to assist here and there, unwilling to let Ellie get shot on account of holding Joel up on his feet. 

It was practically a miracle that any of you made it outside. Your horse had already taken care of a raider, it seemed, the man lying unconscious on the ground behind him. He likely got to close, touched him, even. Ellie shot the last obstacle standing between you and an escape, and once he was cleared, you mounted your horses, helping Joel onto his, first. 

You rode in front of them, looking for a place to take shelter. Looking for an empty house, or gas station even. Anything would work, as long as it was safer than here. You rode for miles down the road, unsure if there were people in the area. You’d finally reached a neighborhood of substantial size, with no signs of life or proof of human activity. 

But before you could even find a safe shelter…

“Joel? Joel!” 

And you quickly turned around. Joel fell off the horse, out like a light.

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[sugar-petals]

[✖︎ sub!Lee Felix] › 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊-𝚣

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⇢ PAIRING. boyfriend!lix + femdom!reader

words. 2k

WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m/mdni, dom!reader, submissive felix, d/s play, fluff & various kinks

⇢ ♥︎ NOTE | because which domme doesnt like cute angelic subs 💕 felix was requested plenty after i published a chan (soft sub) and lee know (hard sub) version lately, enjoy!

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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

snuggles. snuggles. and more snuggles. and love noises. and he’s singing something cute to come down. it’s all very random, but also predictable in some way: felix is a safe person, he won’t do anything overly wild and disruptive. felix likes to have coffee for aftercare with lots of milky foam on top. or a classic hot chocolate, big mug.

he doesn’t expect you to make it, but is happy when you do. and tell me: which dom wouldn’t want to be a bit of a service top for felix every now and then. it’s only polite for all the extra miles your sweet sub will go in bed. making it together is more likely, anyway. it defies all logic in the world to leave felix in the bedroom by himself with you at the coffee machine when he is just so clingy.

that’s a general golden rule to begin with. at any point of play or during a precarious situation, a dom stays with their sub, especially when bondage is concerned. since felix is open to ropes and other toys, long as they don’t look too scary, he’s in need of your presence and won’t leave your side. complete trust. you’re in the kitchen together very often, so it only makes sense that you prepare hot drinks side by side. unless you need to rest, a heavier session might need some minutes of pure cooldown and a final release of tension.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

felix loves his mullet, you love his mullet, everyone does. especially with his natural hair color, anyway. it’s a terrible-sounding name for something so pretty, mullet. you really need to come up with better nickname.

another body part in your constant top 5 would be his kissy lips. because of how much pleasure they are capable of giving you, and how cupid-shaped they are.

interestingly, he’s not as breast-obsessed as you thought he would be. the likes of han, lee know, you know the mood, these guys are so into it. they can’t stop thinking about their partner’s chest. felix is like changbin in a sense of thinking wow, they’re amazing, that shape, so nice to the touch — but it’s not a constant source of neediness for him. it’s cuddly, that’s what he appreciates.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when everything’s a mess, felix is just getting started. he gets excited by the texture and, as you quickly find out, he’s a certified cumslut. unafraid by anything, anywhere. cum play makes him smile, he enjoys it that much, the little pervert. you’d have a hard time ever seeing him disgusted. felix just doesn’t roll that way. eats you out forever because he wants to thank you, it needs to be sloppy.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

king of fingering his own hole, won’t even try to hide it. feels amazingly stimulated. jacks himself off with the other hand while doing so. although he’s embarrassed by his horny face, it’s a huge wave of pleasure.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced. as nice as it would be to deflower him, to baby him like a virgin, felix jokes that he’s a little ran-through. he loves sex and meeting new people, he can set a great atmosphere, and he does know damn well what he’s doing. never let the cute face fool ya. he’s skilled as a sub.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

in any position where he’s getting squeezed. strongly or softly, both is good.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

enjoys rough sexuality, but only to a degree where it’s still possible to make a joke. he can be serious during some play scenes but, well honestly: sunshine is sunshine. felix and his soft sex hours just wouldn’t make sense. he likes it when it’s romantic and pampering. he’s not the only spoiled one, though. he spoils his domme a lot.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

a little bit’s running wild sometimes. othertimes, not a trace. you actually prefer him with a little fuzz, short, thin, and almost curling up from dampness. forgets it sometimes, but asks how you like it. same thing with clothes, really.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sweet talker. in fact, he chats constantly. what is silence? the opposite of lee know if you can picture it, felix is definitely an open book with close to no walls up (at least that’s how his behavior comes across, of course he has boundaries and all). chan has encouraged him to be more like this, so felix owes it to the leader to be more transparent with his top. that is not to say lee know is a manipulator by comparison: he just communicates more briefly and to the point. felix is more flowery for sure.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

constantly. when the lights are out, his palm goes down south. he jacks off fast and passionately, noisy and desperate.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

let the peggery begin. does felix even spend any time off the strap? he can do this forever. however, he’s not the one to take it deeper and deeper. shallow is where it’s at, though he avid in his movement. teasing and longevity over quick and hard: more fun for the two of you.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

even on a damn train if that’s in any way feasible. perfectly spontaneous. caters to your every whim, anywhere. if he’s doubtful of the location, if it’s too risky, he will find a quick alternative. felix is polite and considerate to others as well, not just you, which is the greenest ever flag. you’re not a jealous domme. those kind of tops like hyunjin or chan. the girls that felix attracts are more easy-going and easily endeared, not really bothering with envy or possessiveness.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

no-brainer: body contact. what would felix do without cuddling and feeling your skin’s warmth. and hell, lix as a cuddle counterpart is naturally healing. this guy is good for your health inside out. and, that’s why he likes being together with you seeing how his presence benefits you a lot. hey, that’s why he’s your boyfriend.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

blood and pain play. felix is not your local masochist like han `certified screamer‘ jisung, hyunjin or even lee know. felix prefers the gentle femdom aspects of play, making your sexy time filled with crazy stuff just wouldn’t be his cup of tea. though he can be daring. cheeky felix is not a pillow prince incarnate. that’s chan! felix is super flexible and a tinge of brattiness won’t hurt. keeps it interesting.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

felix is going to lap you up like a cat drinking milk. he also loves it when you ask him to suck on your breasts. not very firmly, just lustful enough to make some nice little noises. and with his sexy tongue of course. your hands in his hair, gripping his ponytail.

when it comes to receiving, he throws his head back, yup. sloppy fast blowjobs… he loves it. not a fan of destroying your throat, it’s all about the lips for him, and some lush tongue teasing.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

you call him buck because that’s what his hips do. felix is already pretty, but even more beautiful in lustful ecstasy. it has to be in a cozy environment, though.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

it’s a semi-quickie. felix won’t like the hit-and-run style that, say, seungmin talks about.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he is. playfully, with a smile. felix should never ever be underestimated. however, his romantic side is super strong. he makes sure you never feel like you’re lacking someone to squeeze and hug and socialize. if he’s preoccupied with work, he randomly sends a friend of his to check up on you just because. the friend will bring food and flowers signed by lix, and sometimes other presents. small ones, this is not a dramatically lush birthday party every time. just something to make his goddess smile for the day, no experiments, just love.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

neither long nor short but just right.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

pink bondage rope and a bad dragon. his classics. felix is prone to experiment, his open mind and dexterity with toys has lead him down many a kinky path. he prefers to use them on himself rather than you, pretty much constantly. solo time is super important for your boyfriend, that he’s attached to your hip can be misleading. he misses you a lot, but he won’t despair on his own, felix is his own best company when you’re busy and loves the thrill of toys.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

well. have you seen him dance? he can be a big tease with that banging body of his. felix tagging you on his socials to send you and stays into a frenzy with his thirst traps is a seductive move that you quite enjoy, to be honest. he can shake it, his outfits are dazzling, and he’s too cute and kind to ever ignore. felix makes sure he’s a bit more modest than during his single days, though: some things are for your eyes only. the company understands… sometimes. but when he comes home, you always make sure he knows where he belongs anyway with a freaky play session and lots of snuggles.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

the girl group songs and solo female artist albums he will blast might as well drown out his immense groaning. but hell, felix is pretty vocal. you always get feedback and `right there, yeah´ replies… he’s the sweetest and most gorgeous.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has a sexy phone screen. completely unafraid of saucy material in general. writes rated fanfics here and there. polaroid king next to chan and seungmin who tend to keep things a lot more secret, however. but he’s definitely a child of the internet, so he’s unafraid to use google alrighty. when he has a question he thinks is too silly, he won’t bother his domme and ask the world wide web instead.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

cute man, cute dick. very upright, compact, not huge aka two fists, not short aka one fist, it’s all nice and balanced, and a midrange length does feel best. doesn’t come with some freaky levels of girth — more sleekness, skinnier below the top. a bit column-like as a whole, no? in one word, handy is probably the right way to describe it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his cuddle-o-meter and need to flirt is actually much higher. foreplay is life, and life is foreplay. all else is just the cherry on top. that is felix’ number one very practiced motto.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

doesn’t tire until he voiced his every compliment. which will take a long time, and no, he doesn’t want to take center stage for its own sake; it just comes out like a waterfall naturally. felix has plenty of commentary on how it all went, and it’s mostly positive anyway. when something went a bit wrong, he won’t sweat it. if there was a terrible mistake, he’ll be downtrodden — and the whole scene is safeworded in an instant, from either you or him, anyway. felix has no incentive to push himself to keep going when something is just faulty. in other words, he’s not the type to just adapt and go, pushing the limits, being tough, like lee know would. felix being a soft sub at heart will always show. which also means he has plenty of energy left during aftercare. no dozing off in sight when you could do all the pillow talk in the world. felix will shoulder your worries and thoughts of all kind and massage you all you want.

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[hisui-dreamer]

hioooo~ i would like to request something soft for heartsbyul headcanons dating a smiling and sociable mc fem with beautiful golden curls like shirley temple or goldilocks from the tale of the bears for example ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა, well thank you and have a good day! *hug*

golden to the core

Characters: Heartslabyul (Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey)

Synopsis: How is your relationship like with your man when you're the literal embodiment of sunshine?

Tags: reader has blond hair, fluff, bot proofread

Word count: 1.1k+

Notes: This was very fun to think about, I love sunny happy characters hehe. This leaned more into gender neutral with golden hair, so I hope you like it!

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Riddle was taken aback by your open demeanour at first

over time though, he starts to appreciate your positivity and charm

he’s so attracted to your warmth and friendliness and the positive energy you bring into his life

sometimes he gets frustrated at how carefree you are, and he might become irritable and lash out, but once he mellows out, he’s apologising and tries talking to you rationally

he also finds solace and comfort in your presence

everyone in heartslabyul runs to get you when he’s raging

you soften his strict exterior and provide him with moments of joy and relaxation

just seeing you will soften his glare into a lovesick gaze

appreciates you so much but he’s not great at saying it

he likes to secretly show his affection through thoughtful gestures, surprising you with small gifts or acts of service, brewing your favourite tea or helping you with homework you find challenging

or just spending quality time with you despite his busy schedule and dedication to his studies

Riddle sighs, reaching to brush away a stray lock of hair. "I know our differences can be challenging, but I'm willing to work on finding a balance between my need for order and your more relaxed approach to life. My Golden Rose, you mean a lot to me, and I want to make our relationship work," he murmurs, hoping you wouldn’t be upset at him.

Ace finds you so fun

he loves teasing you with his sharp wit and clever comebacks to make you laugh or smile

he finds you so cute! and he can get your attention, it’s a win-win!

it’s his unique way of showing affection

he has no filter on his mouth and is brutally honest

will not hold back on expressing his opinions and feelings, even if they might not be what you want to hear

but if you’re patient enough, you’ll see that he never wants to lie to you even though he’s great at lying

he’s incredibly loyal

although I wouldn’t blame you if you give him a good punch from time to time

the two of you are absolute menaces when it comes to pranks

you two are such a powerful duo, your charm makes anyone believe you, and ace can be rather crafty when it comes to pranking

he is also great at surprising you, planning creative dates, surprising you with a small gift or gesture etc.

you’re his perfect partner in crime

"I think you're secretly a fairy with that golden mane of yours, enchanting everyone around you, " Ace winks flirtingly. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on, and I'm not just saying that to get a kiss, though it wouldn't hurt!" He leans closer to you, batting his eyelashes and putting on his best puppy dog face.

Deuce is so in love with you omg

loves staring at your hair shine under sunlight

he’s drawn to your outgoing and cheerful personality

it balances out with how serious he can be

really admires you at navigating social situations with ease

with how straightforward and tactless he is, sometimes he accidentally says something that offends you

many misunderstandings

but he’s really genuine and once he figures out what’s wrong, he’ll immediately apologise and try to make it up to you

his love language is very varied, he wants to do everything he can do make you happy

his mom raised him well to treat his lover nicely afterall

acts of service!! cooking a meal for you, helping you with physical tasks, or giving you a massage after a long day, he’s at your beck and call ready to help you

also small protective gestures like placing a hand on your back or shoulder in a reassuring manner when you’re nervous or in danger

he cares about you so much and wants to keep you safe!

Deuce fidgets nervously. "I know I can be tactless at times and say or do things that hurt you. I'm sorry if I've ever offended you, and I'll work hard to be more mindful of my words and actions. Please forgive me," he pleads, resembling a sad puppy dog.

your personality matches so well with Cater!

enjoys the attention the two of you would garner from others

shares all of your experiences together on social media, as long as you give him permission of course

his magicam is full of cute couple photos, sweet captions, and definitely tags you in posts or stories, if only to show off your relationship to the world

he loves complimenting you, calling you endearing pet names, and expressing his appreciation for you, your smile, sociability, golden hair, he adores every bit of you

definitely helps you style your hair in trendy and cute ways

he really wants to impress you, so he might use his skills to find information about you on your social media and keep up with the latest trends related to your interests

sometimes he feels like he’s not good enough for you, but he’ll rarely show it

if he’s really warmed up to you though, he might let his true feelings show

he ends up seeking you for comfort when he has a bad day

give this man all the hugs he needs and wants

"We’re #RelationshipGoals, babe!" He laughs as he hugs you with one arm, the other typing his phone. "Your presence makes every moment brighter, and your personality shines just as gold. Lucky to call you mine! And… post!" He chuckled, then leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek.

Trey loves how light-hearted and sociable nature you are

he really appreciates how you light up the entire room by just being there

he finds your extroverted nature refreshing and may sometimes even rely on you to help him navigate social situations that he might otherwise avoid

the two of you compliment each other so well, he’s the voice of reason and you bring warmth and charm to social settings

he admires your ability to diffuse conflicts and ease tensions, it helps so much when the inevitable fights break out

he does have moments where he feels a bit overwhelmed or uncomfortable with how outgoing you are because he doesn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to him

but communication is key and he will respect your boundaries as well

he loves brushing your hair for you, he’s quite good at it too having practice with his younger siblings

will also pinpoint your exact tastes so he can make treats and snacks to your liking

he loves nothing more than seeing you happy and content

even more so when it’s because of him

"Hey there, sunshine!" You turn around and you see Trey standing behind you, a warm look in his eyes as he ruffled your hair. "Haha, your smile always brightens up my day," he says, tucking your head under his chin as he bathed in your presence.

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[jebewonmorelike]

Don’t Take Him For Granted

wc: 1.3k pronouns: none used; n/a-- reader is a boys planet trainee, but like... it's just pretend, ya know? you can pretend there aren't just boys there or whatever you like! warnings: maybe some swears; fluffy; ft. comedic stylings of kam, yedam, zihao and yujin summary: park hanbin's favorite trainee distracts him from overworking a very grateful LAW team ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this was a request and i was so happy to make it! park hanbin was one of my top picks from the very beginning! what a talent. so much willpower in one boy-- it was amazing to watch. he will do incredible things; i have no doubt the star masters offered to take very good care of him!

"Ah-ah-ah-ah, 고개를 들어라," you hear as you crack the door open slightly to the LAW team's practice room. You watch as Yedam makes his way to the front of the formation, fumbling the choreography slightly as a nervous grin spreads across his face.

As the song finishes, you creak the door open a bit more-- Hanbin starting to address Yedam and the rest of his team sternly.

"Yedam, we've practiced this twenty-seven and a half times," the notorious perfectionist scolds. "So we'll practice it twenty-eight more until you get it right."

As the rest of the LAW team groans, you suddenly lose your grip on the door handle and watch in horror as it flies open unceremoniously to reveal you eavesdropping.

The whole team's eyes are on you immediately, including Park Hanbin's. The leader's demeanor completely shifts when he sees you, his lips pressing together in a sheepish smile at your presence.

"Hi, (Y/N)!" Hanbin greets, waving at you cutely. "Everybody take a nice break. You've all earned it!"

"Oh, thank god," Kamden mutters, collapsing to the ground as he attempts to catch his breath. "I love visits from (Y/N)."

"He's gonna kill us," Zihao whines, joining Kamden on the floor as he lays down like a starfish on his back. "I wish I hadn't knocked (Y/N) off our team. Worst mistake of my life."

You laugh awkwardly, stepping into the practice room fully and shutting the door behind you. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Yedam picks up his water bottle. “Please interrupt us at literally every hour of the day.”

Hanbin clasps his hands in front of his chin and bouncing up and down happily. “You weren’t interrupting! What’s up? What do you need?”

You walk towards him, his arm wrapping around you affectionately as you hand him the diagrams you’ve made of the formations of your mission song this week. “Can you tell me what you think of these transitions?”

“You want my opinion?” Hanbin asks, eyes wide with pleasant surprise. “Really?”

You laugh, nodding quickly. "Of course! Who else is more qualified than Park Hanbin?"

A grin spreads across his face slowly as he reluctantly turns his attention from your face to your formation papers. He sits down on the floor, tracing your directional arrows carefully with his fingers.

"How does Woongki get from this spot to this one?" He asks suddenly, pointing out the two very different positions on the stage.

"Okay, yeah, this one was one of the ones I was worried about. We had a pretty interesting transition, but it might still be too convoluted," you explain, standing up from where you've crouched beside him and demonstrating the move you'd choreographed.

Hanbin nods, brows furrowed in thought as you finish. "I like it, but I think it's just too far for him to travel-- especially on a bigger stage, you'll naturally be more spread out than you practiced."

You look over at the other members of the team, who are all sprawled out on the floor. You're pretty sure Yujin has fallen asleep. "I'm sorry for taking away from your practice time, guys."

Zihao sits up suddenly, waving his arms back and forth wildly. "PLEASE, KEEP TAKING AWAY FROM OUR PRACTICE TIME!"

"Seriously," Kamden agrees. "I can't feel my right leg."

Hanbin glares at the other boys before waving you back over and patting the floor beside him so you'll sit back down. He untucks the pencil from behind his ear and draws a new diagram underneath yours. Marking a couple directional arrows on the new formations, he taps the pencil lightly on the Woongki placemarker.

"If you have Woongki move up one more place in the previous formation, he'll be able to make his way up in a more stepladder-like fashion," Hanbin explains. "And it'll also look more pleasing to the audience's eye for it to fold out like this."

You nod thoughtfully, playing out the motions in your head before smiling up at him. "I get why people keep calling you a genius now."

Hanbin giggles, hands flying to cover his face in embarrassment.

"Ew," Yujin mutters with disgust, causing the other boys to glare at him in a warning.

"Do you want him to make us keep practicing!?" Yedam exclaims, before lowing his voice slightly. "He only ever lets us lie down like this when his favorite trainee is here. We need to keep (Y/N) in this room for as long as possible."

"We can hear everything you're saying, Yedam," Hanbin hisses before smiling at you, cheeks tinted crimson. "Everything else looks great to me! Thanks for trusting me to help you... Please come ask me for help any time you want."

You smile back shyly. "I will."

"WAIT!" Kamden exclaims desperately. "You're already here, I mean, don't you... don't you want to see what we've got so far?"

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. "Oh, uh--."

"Guys, don't be greedy. (Y/N) probably needs to get back to the Feel Special practice room," Hanbin answers, attempting to give you an out if you need one.

But the thought of returning to the Feel Special practice room makes you a bit sick to your stomach. You'd already told Woongki to go get lunch by himself for an hour so he didn't have a literal conniption.

"Um," you respond, "I can spare a few more minutes."

Hanbin's head tilts to the side, as he raises an eyebrow curiously. You had bonded with him over being very dedicated team leaders, so his concern is not misplaced. "How's it going in there?"

You sigh in defeat. "Don't ask."

He grimaces, reaching his hand out and hesitating momentarily before placing it comfortingly on your knee. "I believe in you."

"You guys are so cute," Zihao coos, nodding encouragingly at the other boys until they also join in the approving murmurings. "Really, just adorable."

"I think, and just hear me out here for a second," Yedam says, hands rubbing together like a cartoon villain, "(Y/N) should just switch to our team!"

"You're right, Yedam!" Hanbin agrees suddenly, grinning at him much too enthusiastically. "I assume you're willing to give up your spot then? Go on. Get your ass over to Feel Special!"

Yedam sighs sadly. "Why do you have to be like that?"

You can't help but laugh as you take note of the absolute exhaustion all over the boys' faces. You're well aware that Hanbin's been working them into their early graves, but they'll be glad he did when they make it to MCountdown. Not to mention, they get to look at Hanbin all day. Maybe you should take Yedam's spot...

You stand up now, dusting yourself off. "I guess I should probably stop running from my problems. If Woongki and I can't fix this as quickly as possible, I don't know what's gonna happen."

Hanbin stands up, too, pulling you into a hug and cradling the back of your head. "It's gonna be okay. If anyone can pull it off, it's you," he reassures. "And Woongki's okay sometimes, too."

You snort at his joke, pulling back and looking at the other boys. "You'll be grateful Hanbin worked you liked dogs at the end of the week. Don't take him for granted."

"Of course the one that's in love with him would say that," Kamden mumbles, rolling his eyes.

Hanbin clears his throat very loudly. "Okay, thanks for visiting!"

You laugh awkwardly, walking towards the door and pulling it open. "You should visit me next time!"

"He would love to!" Yujin calls as you shut the door behind you.

Pressing your ear to the door, you strain to hear the aftermath of your visit to the LAW practice room:

"So..." Kamden starts. "We're in trouble, aren't we?"

"Chorus. Fifty times," you can hear Hanbin order, hitting play on the music as the room is filled with groans of exasperation and exhaustion. "Go."

"He's sooo cool," you gush as you walk back to your practice room, daydreaming about the next time you might see your favorite dance tyrant, Park Hanbin.

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