#and if i start making posts ill do it based on whatever i see here

[chongoblog]

It's Valentines Day and since I'm single I have been thinking about my OC's and how I ship them and I might want to Gush about them, so I'm putting up a short-length poll to determine the level of priority for each one. I'll put a brief summary of each one in the tags if you want some context to influence your decision

#brief summary if you want an educated direction #Hackshifter: a shapeshifter and a cyborg who are gay and constantly make hijinks ensue (these hijinks almost always lead to tragedy) #Folktreuse: a time traveler and the goddess of time fall in love probably my favorite from cpuk #Dancefloor: a spunky and cocky catgirl pirate and a brooding edgy rabbitgirl pirate slowly fall in love as the former joins the crew #Gay Dad Pirates: a seasoned pirate betrayed by his crew and an upper class kid who joined the military both defect and start their own crew #One Positive Outcome: A ship that exists across multiple universes. All universes hold some kind of tragedy. #Crimtoinette: A ship started as a joke that has caught on between an overconfident girlboss and an eldritch bastard man #1 day is the shortest it would allow so ill just keep an eye on it #and if i start making posts ill do it based on whatever i see here

[jellitchi]

vat7k designs in my head...

i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.

i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,

i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist

Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist

yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist

miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist

uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy

#vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian vat7k #hugo vat7k #nuru vat7k #yong vat7k #varian tangled #fanart #lizzysart

[chickenparm]

Motion Sick (Dottore/Reader)

i wrote this weeks ago and realized i never posted it so here you go. have fun taking care of Zandik after he gets motion sick from screwing around in big metal golems.

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Dottore/Reader 1,723 Words - SFW (mentions of vomiting)

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Clipboard in hand, you stand rather patiently at the base of the metal monstrosity’s gangplank. The sun is vicious, even with how low it sits in the skies. It won’t be long until night falls, and with the movement of the machine coming to a complete halt, you’re certain Zandik must be done for the day. 

At least, you hope he is. 

Footsteps sound from the depths of the machine as he makes his way to you. They’re slower than usual, frequently stopping before starting with a gait that’s uncharacteristic compared to the brisk walk he favors. Ready with your pen for his notes, you await his immediate report that never comes. 

Only his hand gripping the railing as he makes it far enough to lean outside, tossing the contents of his stomach out onto the sands below. They hit rather wetly, only just loud enough to be heard over the sound of his wretches that sound like he’ll have a few burst blood vessels in those already-red eyes of his. 

A cough rings out as you drop the clipboard in the sand, thoughts of proper transcription lost amidst the vision of Zandik nearly falling off the ramp. The moment you’re in range to touch him, his arm swings out in your direction as if to ward you away. With an easy duck, you tuck your shoulder beneath his armpit and plant your hand on his back. 

“It’s alright, take a couple breaths and then we’ll get to solid ground.”

His mouth opens to argue, but you can almost see him turn green before he clamps it shut. Guiding him down to where the clipboard lay abandoned, you murmur while leaning your head closer, “Keep swallowing - you can’t throw up that way.”

Whether he does it or not, you can’t say, but he doesn’t throw up again. At the base of the ramp, you guide him to sit with your hand waving off in the distance in front of him. “Focus on the cliff walls, get your bearings.”

Reaching into the folds of your protective cloak, you pull your half-full canteen out and start working at unscrewing the lid. “What happened? You said the motion tests would go for ten minutes to get a complete-”

“It didn’t happen. Obviously.”

On any other day, there’d be a bite to his words that you’ve long since grown immune to. Years of dealing with his flights of fancy will do that to a person. But it’s so weak that you don’t even register its existence as you hold the canteen toward his outstretched hand. Attempting to give him an out, or at least an excuse to change the subject, you ask, “Were the instruments malfunctioning? How old did you say this one might be?”

Zandik looks up at you - you were right, there are burst blood vessels in the whites of his eyes. With a quiet sigh, one that speaks of an exasperation that annoys him to no end, you reach forward to brush the hair off his sweating forehead, tucking it behind his ear for just a moment before it stubbornly falls back into place again. It no longer sticks to his skin, so you simply leave his waves to their own devices. 

Red eyes avert to the canteen before he brings it to his lips, stopping just short to finally give you whatever answer he deems acceptable. “No.” 

He’s paused by a sip that he holds in his mouth before swallowing and grimacing at the strong mineral taste. Little can be done to purify the water out here beyond making sure it would at least not make you ill. One more drink, quicker this time, before he deliberately responds, “There are no gyroscopes, and no points to secure oneself. The original pilots must have had specialized equipment, or unique modifications to make it so disrupted balance-”

“Oh, so you’re motion sick.”

Zandik’s hands flex hard enough around your canteen that it groans under the pressure.

Not so far away is the camp that you’ve set up with him for this research trip. Two squat tents hold fast against the wind beginning to pick up, the temperature dropping thanks to the sun finally dipping beneath the horizon and casting the valley into shadows. Despite offering your shoulder for him to lean on, Zandik stubbornly makes his way there with the forgotten clipboard in one hand and your drained canteen in the other. 

It doesn’t take much to get a small fire going as a light source - something you do, as he settles on a rock near the fire pit and stubbornly writes his notes in the rapidly dimming sunlight. Zandik won’t thank you for it, nor will you expect that from him. 

There’s always been a sense of expectation that you’ll just… do things for Zandik. Whether that’s quietly going along with research that would easily get you expelled alongside him, or scribing the notes for what he finds during that research, or even just squatting down on your heels and poking dutifully at a fire until it’s bright enough not to strain his eyes. 

Pinprick-sized sparks rise in its smoke as you shift dry wood around aimlessly, no longer worried about stoking it in favor of wasting time. If you were to turn around and enter your tent with the intention of turning in for the evening, how would he fare? Would Zandik take it on himself to make dinner for the both of you, or just himself? Or at all?

Most likely the latter. Not out of spite, but simply because he’d become engrossed in rehashing his findings from the day until the ink ran out of his pen. 

“Zandik,” you start, then wait for him to lift his eyes and look at you expectantly. Maybe once upon a time he might’ve demanded you make it quick, or at least provide something interesting, but hostility like that has been stamped out. With his attention grabbed, you ask, “is soup alright tonight? It shouldn’t be too hard on your stomach.”

His mouth opens to respond, a flash of sharp teeth that disappear when he closes just as quickly. Regarding you with a guarded expression, he asks, “You’re not going to let that go, are you?”

“I’m not asking to embarrass you. I’m asking because I care.”

“That’s always been your problem, hasn’t it?” The clipboard lowers until it’s flat in his lap, forgotten in favor of the conversation you’ve presented - and a cheap dig at you that doesn’t feel as sharp as it should be. “Caring too much. It’s going to get you in trouble.”

“Maybe I should specify that I care about you. Do you plan on getting me in trouble?”

And he thinks about it. Zandik brings a thumbnail to his lower lip, pushing at the pale pink of his flesh there as you set to work grabbing out the equipment you’d need for dinner. There are enough supplies to support the two of you out here for weeks, despite needing to be back at the Akademiya sooner than that. Rations aren’t dwindling, so you maybe put a little more meat in the pot, a few extra spices.

“Trouble has a way of making itself, whether one wants it to or not. Statistically speaking, taking into account my interests and the activities those entail, there’s a high probability of me getting you into trouble.”

“Your interests align with mine, so I’ll be finding it with or without your help.” A compressed cube of beef stock falls into the pot with a quiet plop, sinking and beginning to break apart to color the slowly-boiling water. “You’re thinking too hard about all this anyway. I just feel bad you’re not feeling well after the test run today, that’s all. It’s not a big deal.”

“Something can be learned in every moment, including this one. I just feel bad you’re sticking your neck out for me when it wouldn’t be reciprocated, that’s all.”

You bristle at his mockery of your own words, but you find yourself even more annoyed at his flippant admission that he wouldn’t return the favor. Because he has. Multiple times. 

“So what would you call that time you stayed with me when I fell asleep in the House of Daena through the night so it would look like we were working on something and I wouldn’t get in trouble by patrols?”

“We were working on something-”

“Or when my dorm was damaged and I didn’t have anywhere to stay, so you smuggled me into your dorm every night for two weeks?”

A harsh breath leaves him, and it isn’t until the light flickers across his face that you realize there’s the smallest tilt of his lips. “Considering the damage was my fault, it only made sense.” 

With a wry smile of your own, you stir the pot and try not to draw attention to the fact he’s let the walls drop just a little. “And then there was that time you stopped me from getting mugged-”

“I did no such thing.”

“Ah, but you would have.” The broth will need some time to settle, giving you the time needed to settle next to Zandik on the large rock he occupies, notes forgotten entirely. “Anyway, haven’t you ever heard that old saying about not looking a gift sumpter beast in the mouth? If I want to care about you, then let me. It’s not hurting anything.”

The pen he’s holding shifts from hand to hand, twirling between his fingers in an aimless pattern that still feels practiced. Relative silence rules for a moment - never truly falling thanks to the sound of the wind through the canyon, the vultures in the distance, the metal machine forever groaning as it settles after the joyride Zandik attempted not so long ago. 

In the span of time it takes for the soup to start bubbling and the scent of your heavy-handed spices settling in the small camp, Zandik finally turns back to his notes and murmurs, “Thank you for caring, I suppose.”

It takes everything in you to simply smile and not to goad him about how difficult it was to be a little grateful that he has someone as benevolent and caring to look after him when he overestimates his abilities in Khaenri’ahn Golem Piloting.

#il dottore #dottore #dottore genshin #genshin impact #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore is zandik #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[rweoutofthewoods]

I don't think I have ever pretended I'm perfect or acted in any way like I am. I base literally all of my writing around the fact that people make mistakes, they fuck up, and that's human. There's not a single person on earth who hasn't done things they can't take back. Does that mean doing shitty things is okay just because everyone does it? No. What matters is taking accountability facing the consequences, and learning and growing from it. You can't control the way other people react, only yourself. There's so much negativity and hatred in fandom spaces and it's so easy to feed into it, egg each other on, and see the worst in every person. In February I was forced to face the fact that I was falling into that negativity and since then, I have worked hard to make sure my life, my blog, and the people I interact with all bring positivity into my life and that I bring positivity to them. I'm proud of that, and I've dropped a lot of bad habits and I'm learning to grant people grace even when they can't find it in themselves to offer it to other people. I've never had malicious intent to hurt anyone, and I truly believe most people are not bad people. Because I know I've made mistakes too, and I believe in granting understanding even if it's not returned. It's not transactional, and all you can control in this world is yourself and the way you react to things. And I spent a long time reacting negatively, but I don't anymore. I truly wish everyone well, even those who aren't in my life anymore.

I had to work hard to undo a lot of my first instincts and when I started posting online. I realized that I'd often say things brashly or harshly and they came off in ways I didn't truly mean. Or I'd get angry over something and instantly lash out. I saw the world as very black and white and I didn't often think before I spoke, because I knew that whatever I said was never that deep, but I quickly realized to some people it WAS that deep and whether I intended it that way or not, speaking harshly or meanly was wrong. It's so easy to get mean if someone disagrees with you or does something to make you mad. It's so easy to reply to asks in a cruel or passive-aggressive way if they say something you don't like and I regret times in the past when I did that. The past two months I've changed a lot about how I interact with people and the things I say, I learned my lesson.

There's a lot of drama, hatred, vendettas, and negativity in the marauders fandom. I can't control or change that or anything in the past, only what I do and who I am now. I have no ill intent toward anyone and I've never publicly acted maliciously even at my worst, and I would not ever publicly speak ill of anyone.

People fuck up, that's humanity, and you can understand that people grow and realize their mistakes or you can not, and I don't blame anyone for what they choose to do, the past has already happened. I believe so firmly in second chances and allowing people to learn. It's in everything I write, and I think that does a much better job of showing how I view the world.

I am very sorry for any occasion where I have participated in spreading negativity and to anyone who was hurt by it. I take full accountability no ifs or buts. I really have so much love for this fandom and the people in it and it should be a place where we can all respect opinions, ships, hcs, etc. I'm not interested in entertaining drama because we're all just here to enjoy our silly wizards and all I can do is continue upholding my vow to stay positive, understanding, stay accountable, and keep doing my thing, and I hope we can all try to do the same xx

[writersblockedx]

Loose Ends: Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Relics 

Based off - Episode Two Pairing - Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Warnings - Implications of sex, violence, language (let me know if I’ve missed anything) Words - 12K

A/n - I’m planning on writing each chapter as each episode comes out. And I’m hoping to always have them posted on a Monday!

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2007 Sure it wasn't the squeaky clean hospital and labs she was once used to (despite the fact they were all suddenly much more aware of germs), but it was what to be expected. Y/n had what they could find or what they could make and she made due. Only problem being knowing exactly what you needed to save someone who was ill from something disconcerting the outbreak, and not having that something to hand.

Which was why she much preferred appointments like these. The less devastating ones. The ones which she could prescribe some on-demand painkillers. "Joel Miller?" She called, leant against her desk as dark-haired man stood between this office of hers and the doorway.

He flashed a grin, scanning his surroundings before his gaze fell to Y/n. "That would be me." The girl returned the smile, putting her notebook to the side which she had been reading from. When she looked back up, she found Joel walking further into the room, still seemingly amazed by what was around him. "See they brought in a load of nice, shiny supplies for the new doctor."

"Not just a doctor." Y/n spoke as she gestured to the hospital bed that was situated by the window, "Take a seat, please Joel." He did so, quietly as he observed her closely. She put on clear plastic gloves as she stood in front of the man, a grin still hanging from her lips as he looked up at her through narrowed eyes like he was trying to work something out. "I'm also a scientist."

"Scientist?" He reiterated. "But you're a doctor too right? You know how to do doctor-things?" He didn't realise until the words left his mouth how stupid he must have sounded. Especially in front of someone like her.

"Bachelor's degree in biomedical science. That's what makes me qualified enough today to treat you."  Joel nodded but chose to keep his lips shut this time in case words just slipped from his tongue without intention. "Now, what exactly am I treating today?"

Joel only needed to raise his hand, displaying the bruised and bulging wound which burdened his knuckles. "I mean, I don't have a biomedic-whatever, but I'm pretty sure it's broken." Y/n delicately took a hold of the battered hand, inspecting it.

She glanced back up at him and a smile grew at her lips. "Almost." She dropped his hand and wandered over to a supply cupboard, rummaging through it as she continued on. "Your actual hand isn't broken." She started to explain before returning to the man with several supplies he didn't bother to take note of.

"Okay, then what is?" He questioned.

Once more, Y/n took his hand. And with her index finger, she pointed to the dark purple, almost black swelling that lined two of his fingers. "This here. This is broken. Small bones on your fingers which will likely repair themselves over time." She informed, always making sure she stole a glance at him. And always finding that his eyes were already trained on her. "You don't have any need to write or anything?"

He shook his head, "Not anymore, no."

"Good. It shouldn't cause you too much trouble then." She said before her finger moved down to the man's knuckles which were too littered in cuts and dark circles. "This here, this part of your knuckle, looks to be sprained. Not bruised, probably just sprained."

When she looked to him, she found his brows raised. "Probably?"

"You see an  X-ray machine around here?"A lack of equipment the girl could deal with for appointments like these. "It's likely your hand will repair on its own. But, for now, I can tape your fingers up."

She was already reaching over to the supplies she had brought from the cupboard. Some cleaning wipes, a bit of cloth and tape. "And this 'll fix 'em?" Joel asked as the doctor took ahold of the two broken fingers.

Y/n placed them close together with the cloth on the back of the fingers. "It'll help your body fix them, yes." She said, tapping the two together carefully as to not harm the man more so.

A small snicker left Joel's lips, "It's a bit of tape." He thought aloud, meeting her pooling gaze that seemed to keep him trapped here with her - not that Joel was complaining.

"Trust me," She started in a hushed tone, "That's all you need."

She finished bandaging up his fingers, slowly removing her touch from his, leaving the man yearning for the feeling once again. "So, no painkillers?" He pushed his luck once her back was turned, scribbling something down that he couldn't see.

Though, his words had earnt a small laugh from the woman as she flicked her head back around at him, "No painkillers." She finished writing before finally turning to face him, a glint of curiosity in her eye. "But, if it looks to be getting infected, come right back here, alright?"

"And then you'll give me some painkillers?"

"Well, I won't be now." She replied with a grin hanging at her lips. "Could I ask you something Joel?"

The man wasn't sure where she was going with that. But, still, he hummed, nodded his head and mumbled something along the line of, "Sure."

And Y/n went with it. "How many hours of sleep are you getting?"

Truth was, Joel was expecting something more like when are you free? Or, what are you doing tonight? "Well, that depends. If the couple in the apartment next to me are feeling excitable, then 4 hours. If the roof looks like its about to crumble again, 3. And sometimes, though, only on rare occasions, 6 when none of the above takes place." He informed with a light-heartedness to his tone.

"So not enough sleep then?" She questioned.

Joel shrugged at that; he hadn't a clue how many hours people were supposed to get at the end of the world. "I mean, if you're offering to give some methods of relaxation, I wouldn't be opposed." The smirk on his lips was drooling in pride and truthfully, Y/n didn't want to break that pride.

"Not quite." The smirk faded. Y/n took a grasp of a murky bottle and wandered back over to the man. "There not painkillers, alright? But they should help with the sleeping." She advised, handing them over to Joel as he started to inspect them for himself. "I would also recommend requesting a new apartment too if it looks like the roof is about to cave in."

He didn't glance up from the bottle as he responded, "I've tried, don't you worry." The man finally stood, almost too close, shoving the pills into his back pocket. "Thanks for the check up, Doc."

"Of course." He was about turn and leave but Y/n couldn't seem to help herself. "And Joel," The man noted her hesitation. "I may not have a psychology degree, but if there's anything you want to talk about-"

He interjected before she could continue, "That's alright." A smile flashed at his lips. Though, it was one of which Y/n could tell was forced. Joel started walking, peering over as he spoke, "I'll be alright." He assured.

She never broke eye contact. Not even when she followed up with, "Just needing to find some relaxation methods?" And then, at Y/n's lips, there was that smirk. The same smirk Joel had once held.

The man stood in the door way, deabting for a long moment as to what his final words would be to this woman he already seemed to be awing over. "It'd be nice to start getting as much as my neighbours do." And like that, with one final grasp of eye contact, Joel turned his back and exited the building. With a stitched up hand, a bottle of sleeping pills and the yearning ideas of this doctor he left.

Y/n knew after that encounter that Joel Miller was someone she was going to see again.

Y/n awoke to the feeling of being watched. It took her a moment after her eyelids fluttered open to adjust to the sight looming over her. She noted the two figures. Though, it was only when she processed the rifle pointed between her eyes that she jumped. "Jesus, Joel!" She snapped, loud enough to stir the sleeping girl next to her.

Him and Tess were seated on two battered chairs, staring ever so menacingly at her and Ellie. Y/n pulled herself to sit up, Ellie doing the same as she turned to find the gun still pointed right at them. "Morning." She scoffed.

Though it wasn't until Ellie went to get up that the rifle followed her. Joel wasn't threatening Y/n, no, he was threatening Ellie, the girl with the infected bite, the girl who should be dead. Ellie sat back down nd Y/n's stare turned just as menacing as theirs. "Joel." She seethed, her gaze flickering to Tess, only to find she had no intention on helping her; what a surprise.

"Do I look like I'm infected?" Quipped the young girl who's only armour right now was Y/n's body.

"Show us your arm." Joel demanded.

Ellie looked to Y/n first as if silently asking permission. Only once the woman had nodded her head, did she roll her sleeve up, showcasing the white scar which painted her skin. It was rigid and bumpy, but it wasn't bright yellow or red, it wasn't what it should be. Both Joel and Tess suddenly took interest in the mark, "Yeah." Said Ellie. "It's not getting any worse, is it?"

Y/n tilted her head at the pair, "Why else do you think were moving her?" That question seemed to evoke thought as the two looked to another, a similar expression shared between them.

"If we're in open city, why aren't we getting swarmed?" Wondered Ellie as her innocent eyes scanned their surroundings.

"Don't worry about that." Joel snapped, determined to keep on topic.

Though, Ellie still raised a brow and said, "Well, I'm gonna." And Y/n couldn't disagree with that.

Tess looked to Y/n, hands in her pockets and settled in narrow eyes as the cogs in her brain started to turn. "What were you and Marlene doing with an infected kid?" She inquired.

With a gun still pointed at her, Y/n only felt inclined to answer. "Why do you think, Tess?" Her hand gestured to the girl. The perfectly normal, the perfectly healthy girl. "Does she look infected to you?" That didn't seem enough for either of them, still staring blankly. So Y/n huffed and continued to hand out information, "Look, Marlene found her after she got bit."

"And she didn't shoot her?" Joel uttered, harshly.

"Clearly not." Ellie answered before Y/n had the chance to.

"Marlene got a message to me when she realised Ellie was turning into one of them." Y/n went on to explain.

A scoff left Tess' lips, "And I bet FEDRA loved that their favourite doctor was working with the fireflies."

"You two aren't the only ones who know how to get around without being noticed." She replied as her expression turned stern. "I visited almost every other day to see if she was getting sick, checking her vitals, doing tests-"

Y/n was about to point out how Ellie was obviously not getting sick, but Tess cut in, "What tests?"

Her lips didn't move. A pause followed and neither Y/n or Tess looked like they were about to break. Then came Ellie's voice, "I need to pee." She voiced.

And so Tess leaned forward, not breaking her eye contact as even firmer, she asked, "What tests?"

There was no getting out this and Y/n knew it. The gun pointed at her head knew it too. "We'd get her to hold out her hand and keep it steady. Then she'd count to ten. Followed my blood pressure, temperature, every test that I could physically fit in that little bag over there." Y/n pointed to her backpack in the corner. While theirs were filled with food and weapons, all she had were basic medical supplies.

"Though," Ellie's voice rang again and Y/n knew what was about to follow was unlikely to help the current conversation. "I think what really impressed everyone was the fact I didn't turn into a fucking monster." Then she stood abruptly, the rifle following her. "Now, can I please?"

She didn't start walking until Tess said, "Fine." Then her eyes flickered to Y/n who still sat on the ground. "The adults can have a talk." She reached down, grasping a magazine which was soon thrown to the girl. "And here. Tear out a few pages."

Ellie caught in, stole one last glance before turning and wandering into another room. "There isn't gonna be anything bad in here, right?" She yelled.

"Just you." Joel commented as he and Tess stood from their seats.

A scoff came from Ellie, "Ha. Funny." And with that, she disappeared into the other room.

Y/n watched Ellie for as long as she could. Though, the woman wasn't sure if she did so in a want to protect the girl, or if she was just attempting to avoid what was about to come. Once Ellie exited the room completely, Y/n turned. And she turned slowly, finding the pair were towering over her. Lucky, Joel had ditched the rifle by now, letting it hang on the back of his chair. Not that it made his stare any less deathly.

Huffing, Y/n rose to her feet too, as if making herself known as one of the adults too. "What are you doing here, Y/n?" Joel questioned first.

"Didn't I just tell you?" She argued with a snap in her tone. "I'm here because she is." He gestured towards the room Ellie had wandered into. "And trust me," A scoff escaped her lips. "That was not apart of the plan."

"And what was the plan?" Asked Tess.

"None of your business."

"Alright," Tess shifted in her stance and Y/n grew nervous in the uncertainty of what was about to follow. "Whats actually up with her? Was she bitten?"

"Yes, but as you've both clearly just seen, she's not infected." Y/n reminded them.

But even with it right in front of them, they weren't convinced. "How do you know?" Tess pushed.

"How do I know?" A moment passed. Irritation bubbled in her gut. So much so, it urged her forward, a stern glare burning into the eyes of the other woman. "I may not be a smuggler, may not buy guns left, right and centre, but I do still have a biomedicine degree. And a forensic science honours degree and I was just about to get another one in neuroscience before the outbreak hit. I'm a certified genius whose been working as a doctor for the past 20 years. You'd think I know what the fuck I'm talking about."

This time, Tess was the one whose lips seemed sealed shut. A smile filled her expression in an attempt to fill the silence which followed. Y/n took a long exhale, letting her gaze wander, only to land on Joel's hand. The hand which was battered and bruised from killing the soldier. "Your hands broken." She soon pointed out before her eyes jumped back up to his.

Instinctively, his fist clenched. He shrugged it off in the face of Y/n, "It's just a hairline. It'll heal fast." He excused but if Y/n knew anything about Joel, it was his need to hide anyway any sign of weakness.

"Since when did you become a doctor?" She raised a brow at him and the man chose not to answer. Y/n was already walking over to her backpack as she continued on, "I didn't really have a chance to go home and pack, so all I have is this." She showcased the inside, the various machines and supplies. "If there's anything I can actually help with while were out here, it's making sure you all stay in one piece."

Joel's eyes flickered to Tess, silently asking if it were okay. She must have given an indication of permission as the man sat down and held out his palm. The girl kneeled down in front of him, grasping some wipes and tape as she started cleaning the blood which still littered his knuckles. "I think we should take her back to the QZ." Joel voiced, prompting both pairs of eyes to jolt to his. Though, Y/n found that Joel's gaze was centred on the other woman. "We find another way to get our battery."

"They'll kill her if you do that." Y/n told them.

And by the looks on their faces, that certainly wasn't a deal breaker for them. "Not really a priority for us." Joel replied.

"This is our best shot." Said Tess, leaning forward.

Y/n reached for the tape, having to cut it off with her bare teeth before applying it to Joel's fingers. "As long as you get her to that State House, I'll make sure Marlene gives you whatever you need."

Joel looked down at her, "You're talking about this kid as if she's got some kind of life in front of her."

And Y/n came with such a simple reply: "Because she does."

Timing seemed perfect as Ellie came back into the room, throwing the magazine to Tess. Y/n put her focus back to the man's hand, taping the two broken fingers together. "That should help it heal and make sure you don't do any further damage." Which, considering it was Joel, was likely to happen.

The woman shoved the supplies back into her bag, standing and walking back to where Ellie was seated. "You hungry?" Tess inquired as she sat back in her seat and rummaged through her own bag. "You can share some of ours."

"Thanks, but Marlene sent me with my own." And so Ellie pulled out a freshly baked sandwich as Joel and Tess chewed on their jerky.

With nothing but medical supplies, Ellie offered half her sandwich to Y/n. An offer of which she had accepted with much gratitude. "Is that chicken?" Tess thought aloud as the two savoured the food.

Ellie nodded, "Yeah." She seemed to look back at her sandwich to analyse it, "Marlene says she gets it from smugglers." Her eyes then jumped to the pair and her expression tightened. "Guess not you guys."

Her words only seemed to spark Tess as she stood from the chair, walking toward the two. In an act to combat whatever was about to follow, Y/n stood too. But Tess didn't look to Y/n, she just looked down at Ellie. "Why are you so important? And don't lie to me or we'll take you back." She threatened, shoving her hands into her pockets.

Not that such threat seemed to have any effect on the young girl. "You take me back, you don't get your battery."

"You heard that?"

Y/n glanced over at Joel as she reminded him once again, "I did warn you." Ellie may be young, but she was smart and definitely disliked the idea of not being in the know.

"Well then, you must have also heard that he wants to shoot you." Tess nodded her head back to the older man who didn't seem to break at such. Tess crouched down and Ellie nudged back a little, "I'm gonna talk to you like you're an adult, okay? Joel and I aren't good people like your nice doctor over here." Y/n stiffened, unsure as to where Tess was going with this lecture of her's. "We're doing this for us because apparently, you're worth something. But we don't know what you're worth if we don't know what we have. So, one of you is gonna answer my question."

The two looked to each other. Both as uncertain as each other. But Tess certainly wasn't one to give in. "She told us not to tell anybody..." Ellie whispered to herself, shaking her head.

To save the girl the torture of going against Marlene's orders, Y/n admitted it all instead. "I told Marlene about some doctors out West. They always had better supplies and lab environments than we did." She paused but Tess could read on her face there was more coming. Y/n just knew the reaction which was sure to follow. "They were able to start working on a cure-"

And that one. Just that one, four-letter word, ensured a reaction always. Whether positive and hopeful, or in the case of Joel Miller, pessimistic and dismissive. The second the word left Y/n's lips, a scoff came from his. "I've heard this before." His eyes were drawn on Y/n, referring to something only the two of them could recount.

"What happened to me-" Ellie went to start, but her words were cut short.

"Is the key to finding the cure." Joel finished for her. "That's what this? We've heard this a million times before. Vaccines. Miracle cures. None of it works." He stopped and his gaze met Y/n's again, practically stepping on that hope of hers until it faded into nothing. "Ever." He emphasised.

Ellie stood, abruptly. Even though she was much smaller, she had no trouble standing up to Joel. "Fuck you." She snapped. "I didn't ask for this."

"You and me both!"

Y/n stepped forward before the anger in the room could drown out the logic. "Look, I get that for the longest time, I had to have enough hope for the both of us. And yeah, some of it was bullshit and some of it was just a dead end. But this." She pointed back at Ellie. "This is real. And it's right in fucking front of you and you still deny it." The woman paused, suddenly aware of how close she was to Joel, how freely she was speaking and how intertwined it seemed their eyes were. So she gazed back at Tess too, "Both of you." She added, in hopes of covering up her mistake.

No one spoke. Not at first. It seemed everyone took a breath, everyone took a moment to fucking think for once instead of letting emotions guide them any which way. Y/n was awaiting their denial once more, their plans of killing Ellie or taking her back. Plans of which she knew she couldn't argue against anymore. She may be a genius, but there was no way she could protect the girl from those who held the guns and the muscle and the lack of morality when it came to hurting a young girl.

"Let's finish it." Y/n jolted around, staring at Tess in utter disbelief. A part of Y/n was convinced she had heard it wrong. "It doesn't matter if she is or isn't what the fireflies say. If they believe that she is, then we get what we want." And, in way, so did everyone else.

Joel looked between Tess, Ellie and Y/n. But he gave in, "If she so much as twitches-"

Ellie lacking such understanding of bad timing, decided it would be a good idea to do just that. Her shoulders tensed and she mustered out some croaky noises, somewhat resembling an infected. Y/n snapped her head to her, and in the most scolding mother voice she could gather, she said, "Ellie." It was a warning and a warning she listened to as she relaxed and the noises stopped.

Her head dropped and Y/n could have sworn she heard a, "Sorry." In her mumbles somewhere.

Y/n looked between Joel and Tess, brows raised as she asked, "Happy?"

It took them a moment, but Tess nodded, "Yeah."

"Then lets go."

They each disbanded, grabbing their individual bags, Joel making sure to grasp the rifle too. "Can I have a gun?" A voice queried behind Y/n.

In sync, there came multiple responses.

"Absolutely not."

"No!"

"Not happening."

All of which had done well to send Ellie a certain message. "Okay! Jesus!" She mumbled. "I'll just throw a fucking sandwich at them."

With that, they headed for the door. Everything they needed hung on their backs and once they left the room, security left them too.

They came out into the midst of fallen, rotting buildings, masked by the leaves which had littered the forgotten city. Y/n glanced back at Ellie, one hand on a bag strap as a smile came to her lips due to the amazement that fell to Ellie's expression. Y/n couldn't lie, despite all it's ugliness, there were parts of this new world that were natural in their beauty.

"Woah," Muttered Ellie as her feet dragged forward.

The other two gave the girl a look, peering between her utter stupefaction and the view settled in front of them. "Looks better in the daylight, huh?" Tess voiced.

Y/n nudged the young girl's shoulder, "Better than school?" She raised a brow.

Ellie took one last, long look at what was in front of her before nodding. "Definitely."

"We should get moving." Joel suggested. His stares around the city weren't in awe, but instead, they were stares of observation, of making sure there wasn't something lurking around the corner waiting to jump them all.

But they did as he said. Tess led the way, weaving through what was left of pavement and roads. "It's like a fucked up moon." Ellie said, bringing their gaze to the not-so-pretty part of the city. The gigantic creator hole in the middle of the road was certainly an eye-sore. "Is this where they bombed?" She questioned.

"Yeah." Tess answered as they slowed, all taking a peer over the hole. Well except, for Joel, who had just continued walking. "They hit most big cities like this. They had to slow the spread somehow." Y/n's gaze jumped back to Joel, various thoughts passed her mind. Various thoughts she didn't have the courage to voice. So rather, she started walking too. "Worked here. But it didn't in most places."

Not much further passed the hole, they came to the dead end. Two skyscrapers which had fallen in together, blocking the rest of the road. "Statehouse is across there." Y/n informed, slowly taking a glance at Tess who was already looking at her with her brows furrowed.

"Ten-minute walk if we go straight." The woman added. "If we could go straight."

"So?" Urged Ellie.

And for what seemed like the first time in the last twenty minutes, Joel added to the conversation, "Long way or short way?"

Tess tilted her head, "I mean, it's the long or the we're fucking dead way." No need to put it lightly.

"Well, I vote long way just based on that limited information." Ellie uttered.

Y/n nodded, "Looks like we all agree on something." She paused and glanced at Joel who was still silent. Though, his silence had been assumed agreement. "First time for everything."

"We have to check it from the hotel first." He planned. So it was the hotel they headed to.

Getting to the hotel meant going on the freeway. It was still littered with several cars. Many of which were nothing but junk now as they each slithered through them. Tess was still leading the way, Ellie now at her side, badgering the woman with questions. Y/n wouldn't have any complaints about such, apart from the fact that it then left her with Joel.

The two weren't side by side. Not really, close, but not side by side. They were silent. Any movements, any noise that came from either of them echoed. It was practically torture. And it didn't end until Joel finally spoke up. "Since when did you start working with the fireflies?"

There was an uncertainty to his voice. When Y/n glanced to him, there was an uncertainty in his pupils too. "I never had anything against them. If anything, I think a whole load of things would work better if we all actually worked together." She explained.

A scoff left the comfort of his lips, "And you really think that'll happen?"

Y/n kept walking, her gaze dropping to the ground, "I have hope, Joel, but I'm not delusional."

That seemed to prompt Ellie as she turned back around, walking backwards a little as a grin tugged at her lips. "Jurys still out on that one!" She giggled.

"Eyes forward you." Y/n instructed. "You don't wanna break your hand too, do you?" That seemed enough to urge the girl back around as she continued walking by Tess' side.

The pair seeped back into silence. Y/n's eyes were trained on the young girl in front of her, while Joel's kept stealing glances. It was as if they were learning new boundaries. Before now, their break up meant avoidance; couldn't avoid the woman who was living and surviving at his side now. For the first time in a long time, Y/n and Joel's goal matched. Sure, their motives for such goals were different, but it was a step.

"What happens when you go back?" Questioned Joel, breaking the suffocating quietness.

Her eyes met his, uncertain and wary. She shrugged, "I don't know." Her gaze drawn back to the road ahead. "I don't know if I can even go back." Y/n was sure there would be questions. Ones of which she probably couldn't answer, not without certain consequences.

"So what?" Joel pushed. "You've got to live somewhere."

"I know." A sigh left her lips. Between running away from that soldier and trying to survive, Y/n's future wasn't something her brain had the time to think about. "I think maybe- maybe I'll just stick by the kid."

Ellie was still stuck close by Tess' side, deep in a conversation. "I might be wrong here, but surely the certified genius should have a better role than the babysitter?" Y/n peered over at Joel and his raised brows.

"The certified genius isn't just babysitting, but protecting one of the best shots at the cure." She defended. And, as always, that word sparked a scoff from the man. "I'll be alright." Y/n said as if he must have been worried about her.

"Good." He uttered before nodding to the teenager walking in front. "She's gonna need you."

And without thinking, Y/n replied, "And you." When the words slipped from her lips, her eyes jolted to him. In a scramble to recover her slip-up, she went on, "I mean, I can fix broken bones, disease, whatever, but I'm a bit shitty at aiming a gun." Joel nodded as realisation sunk in. Though, he never replied. They didn't look back at one another, didn't say anything and instead, basked in the overwhelming silence.

Luckily enough, the silence didn't last for a prolonged time as they soon came up to the hotel.

Similar to the city, the structure of the building was still there. It was like a skeleton, with some lingering memories of what life used to be like: tables, chairs, even wine glasses still occupied parts of the hotel. But the main spectacle of this skeleton was the lobby. The lobby which was now more of a makeshift pond. A piano stuck in the middle of it, a reception desk which was surprisingly still standing and decaying walls.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Ellie exclaimed with excitement as she scanned over the view. She glanced over at Y/n, a glint of interest in her pupils. "You ever stay in a place like this?"

A grin tugged at her lips and she shrugged, "Without the pond? Sure." Her old job, before the outbreak, had been one of travel and some fancy hotels. Fancy hotels with marshmallow mattresses that were a forgotten memory by now.

"How do you even know what this is?" Joel inquired.

"Have you heard of books?" That response left the man in a scowl, listing the many reasons as to why he still wanted to shoot the young girl. With that brewing, he started walking down the stairs which led into the green pond. "Wait- are we-" She turned to look at Y/n as if she didn't quite believe it. "Are we going in there?"

"Unless you see another way across." The doctor answered before following in Joels footsteps. Neither of them made it close to the pond before Ellie spoke up again.

"There's a stairwell on the other side we need to get to." Tess added as she too started to wander towards the stairs.

But Ellie still firm in her stance. "I- I don't know how to swim."

They are looked back at her if she had just loss several brain cells in one go. "Seriously?" Joel critiqued.

Ellie was still lost at what the man was getting at. So she continued to defend herself, "You think we have pools in the QZ?"

Joel only needed to jump off from the final step, his shoes thudding against the floor. The water reached up to his knees at best. It was only then did Ellie realise, muttering, "I don't know how I was meant to know that." And then she joined the rest of them in walking towards the end of the room.

Y/n shifted through the water, weaving her way through the odd bug and patches of grass which had grown atop the pond. She looked back as she noted the water splashing behind her, checking that Ellie was in fact still alfoat. "You alright?"

The young girl's head was frantically turning from place to place. "This is so gross." She noted with a strange glea in her tone that no one else seemed to understand. Joel and Y/n were almost at the other side when Ellie shouted, "Oh, check it out!"

They turned, Joel huffing as they did so, finding Ellie by a golden trolly and the reception desk. She leaned over, pressing the bell repeatedly adding her own sounds, "Ding-ding!" She sung. Then she straighted her back and pushed out her chest as her impression went on. "Yes sir I would like your finest suite, please." And then in a lower, harsher tone, she went on, "Yes Ms Y/l/n. Like me to take your luggage?" Ellie continued by pushing the trolly forward. "Ah, thank you, yes most appreciated." Said in the squeaky tone.

Y/n had been watching with nothing but a smile, catching the girl's gaze. "That's not what I sound like."

She kept pushing the trolley, "I think it was a good impression personally."

"You're such a weird kid." Said the man next to Y/n.

At which, Ellie's glea faded and she stiffened, "You're a weird kid." She combated. And Y/n looked away for a moment, to get a glimpse of Joel. Which was when, "Oh, fuck!"

She was already moving before she had realised what was wrong. It was only when the woman turned the corner, her eyes settled on the bones that floated in the water alongside Ellie. Y/n reached out a hand that Ellie took, walking around the dead body. "Are you okay?" The question was stern and concerned.

Something which only calmed when she answered, "Yeah, yeah."

Y/n's worrisome eyes flickered to Joel, "Lets get going." They joined back with Tess and finally made it across the pond and towards the stairwell.

They climbed up towards the tenth floor where they would be able to see if this path they wanted to take would be clear or not. Joel got to the top first, Y/n by his side, Ellie lingering right behind her and Tess scurrying to keep up. The man slowed, peeking around the corner until he entered the tenth floor.

Once he deemed it safe, he started walking, Y/n following after him. "Fuck." Complained Tess once she finally made it out, a sigh stuck in her breaths.

She leant against the wall for a moment as Ellie passed her, "Oh, come on," Ellie practically sung in return. "It wasn't that bad."

"You try climbing ten fucking floors with our knees. See how you feel." The woman snapped in return.

There came no reply from the young girl as they wandered through the hallway. Joel seemed certain of the way. Well, that was right before they turned once basic corner and were met with a dead end that wasn't expected. "Well when the fuck did that happen?" Tess thought aloud.

They each stared at the many rocks which had fallen in through the floor above, crashing ontop of another and making it impossible for them all to pass. "Try the doors maybe?" Y/n suggested, twisting the door nobs and finding them locked; they were suddenly left with few options.

Tess walked forward, eyeing the rocks like they were a puzzle. "Alright, well, maybe I could climb up there, work my way around, open it up from the inside." She planned, not so certain in herself.

"Doesn't sound very safe." Y/n commented under her breath.

At which, the other woman chuckled, turning to face her. "Since when did you give a fuck about my safety?"

Y/n chose not to answer that. "What about me?" Asked the voice at the side of Y/n. "I am the smallest, surely I should go-"

"Not happening." Y/n interjected before she could take it any further.

"She's right." Uttered Tess. "You go up there, you die, we get nothing." Then her eyes were pulled to the doctor and a mischievous smile rose to her lips. "But, prestige here, I'm sure you wouldn't mind helping, right? Gonna need someone to help me move the rocks."

Y/n knew that there was no refusing this. Tess was already walking over, Joel holding his palm out as he lifted her up. Which left the doctor glaring at what was awaiting her. "Oh come on, it's a few rocks. It's nothing compared to some of the infected."

With that, the girl huffed, stepping onto Joel's non-wounded palm as he pushed her up onto the rocks too. As if in an instant, the feeling of captivation consumed her. The rocks were at every turn, suffocating her. And all she had to keep her sane was Tess. "It's a mess up here!" She called back. "We're gonna need a few minutes."

And so Tess started dissecting the rocks she wanted to move, the ones she wanted to stay and then ordered Y/n to help. "Here, this side." She gestured to one of the larger rocks.

Y/n hovered her hands over it, not daring to break the path Tess had created so far. "Like this?" Tess nodded. They each grabbed either side and started pushing until it fell. A few small pebbles fell with it but nothing to drastic.

With that moved, it made a way for them to jump down. Tess shimmied through first, grunting and huffing as she fit her body through the hole they had created. Y/n would have followed straight after if her ears hadn't pricked at the sound of name. "You know Y/n says you're just old friends." Came Ellie's voice.

The woman looked back. She had only moved a couple of meters away and well, Ellie's voice had a tendency to echo. "What do you care about it?" Responded Joel in his usual stern tone.

"Because Y/n's is shit liar, that's why." There came a pause. Y/n glanced back to Tess who was still slowly working her way down. "So what were you really?" Another pause in which Joel seemed to refuse to answer. "You were like together weren't you?"

"Pass."

"So that's a yes?"

"No!"

Y/n knew her eavesdropping was likely wrong, but she couldn't help but feel curious about how her ex-boyfriend was dealing with this situation. "What happened?" Asked Ellie, clearly having no idea about boundaries.

Again, Joel replied, "Pass."

"Are you with Tess now?"

"Pass."

"Do you not wanna be with Tess because you're still in love with Y/n?"

"Hey, Prestige!" Another, thrid voice, snapped her from listening in. Y/n turned back to face Tess who now had both feet planted on the wall. Though, by the looks of things, she hadn't heard any of what Y/n had. Or she was just really good at hiding it. "You need some help down, or?"

Y/n was already shuffling to the edge, mumbling, "No." She did the same as Tess, shifting and moving until she was able to dangle from the rocks, jumping as her feet thudded against the floor. "Least we didn't die." Y/n shrugged, but the other woman was already walking around.

"Come on," She urged.

They didn't get far before they had to stop once again. The two emerged into the balcony, the muffled, distant sound of groans met them instantly. "Is that-?" Y/n already knew the probable answer.

"I think so." Tess muttered before the two wandered to the edge. They leaned over slightly, consuming the sight below. Hundreds over them, tossing and turning as they fought to spread their rancid disease.

"Shit." One word which captured all thoughts and feelings in that moment. Y/n shook her head, parting from the wall as she turned, finding her gaze settled on a door. A door which likely led to the hallway. "Here," Y/n instructed, urging Tess to follow her as they left the balcony.

The girl dragged herself along as they headed for the room which would lead to the pair inside it. They took one step into that room when the occupants on the other side jolted. Their footsteps heavy and the sound of something familiarly metallic rattled. "You can put the gun down, Joel!" Tess yelled before unlocking the door.

None of their expressions matched. And Joel could tell within one moment, within one look, something wasn't right. "What is it?"

Tess and Y/n simply looked back at one another, a daunting sense growing between them. They chose it not wise to explain. Instead, they led the way back out to the balcony where that view was awaiting Joel and Ellie. "There's so many." That was one way to describe it, definitely.

"Last time we were here, they were still deep inside the buildings." Tess informed.

Y/n glanced over, "Guess this means long way is out the window too?" Maybe that was already assumed.

"Which way do we go then?" Questioned Ellie with concerned pupils.

The adults all looked to one another. But it was Joel who came up with the suggestion: "Museum."

A new plan set in. They went back down the ten stories and wandered the haunting streets to find this new building. And this one would hopefully reveal a safe path for them to get to the Statehouse. It was similar to the rest of the city. The museum was tangled in leaves as newly grown trees comforted the walls on either side. But the more concerning decor of the museum was the fungi that infected the stairs, travelling onto the pavement and right into the door.

They all huffed at the sight, stopping right before their feet dared to brush against such fungi. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Complained Ellie.

Tess pointed to the roof of the building, "There's a way across from the top floor."

"Well, then I guess it's fine." Ellie quipped in response, her tone dripping in sarcasm.

"Better than hundreds of infected." Y/n commented before looking over Ellie to Tess, raising a brow, "Right?" The expression Tess gave in return was lacking any slither of hope.

"We used to take it all the time." She tried to offer some assurance, but with that look on her face, it truly wasn't working. "It used to be fine." Emphasis on 'used to'.

Even a scoff came from the youngest girl, "Awesome."

Joel walked out in front of them all, getting the closest to the fungi. He leaned down slowly as he stared at it like he was expecting something. His fingers placed some pressure against it. Nothing. So he took his rifle by the wrong end, plummeting the blunt end into the fungi. It crunched as ash splurted out. And with that, his answers were gained, and Joel stood. "It's bone dry." He informed. "It could mean they're all finally dead in there."

Y/n peered over at the man, "Could?" It didn't fill her with great security.

"It's our best bet." Tess uttered. Like that, they seemed to collectively and rather silently, decide this was what they were going with. Tess and Joel shrugged off their bags, grasping a torch each, along with Tess grabbing her own gun.

Joel was holding up his torch as he looked to the two other girls who were still stood mindlessly, "Marlene pack you one of these or just sandwiches?"

Ellie nodded, reaching for her bag. "Yeah." She mumbled before pulling out her own.

It seemed it was only Y/n who lacked her own source of light. But what she did have was still tucked into the waistband of her jeans. Her hands reached around her back, pulling out the pistol Marlene had lent her. "You don't have one?" Joel was the first to observe.

Quietly, the girl shook her head. "Alright," Said Tess as she stood to her feet. "Then you don't go anywhere without one of us."

"Wasn't planning to, don't worry." She replied.

Tess then looked over at Ellie, "And if we come up against anything, you get behind us." She instructed.

She nodded sternly, "Yes." And with that, they faced the museum that seemed to tower over them. Tess grasped her pistol with one hand, the torch with the other, prompting Ellie as she pointed out, "I have a spare hand."

"Congratulations." Joel took the lead on this one, walking to the double doors as the other three trailed behind him. He dipped his head through, scanning to then look back and give that expression of 'it's clear' before stepping through.

They switched on their torches and wandered through. Maybe it was the darkness, but Y/n noted how much she had preferred the hotel. This place, it was a simple mess. If it weren't the fungi, you were stepping over past relics which once would have been bought for millions. And now, they were just a part of rubbish that would likely never be cleared out.

Each of them kept their eyes straight and their feet light as they crept into the several rooms which led to the stairs. Joel's torch lit the other side of the wall where the fungus seemed most prominent, with a body wrapped between it. "Yeah, cooked." Said Joel.

"Oh, finally." Tess responded from behind Y/n. "Some fucking luck." Though, they all doubted that luck would last long.

"I guess we should have gone his way in the first place." The man continued, following the fungus.

They were turning the corner when, "Oh, shit!" Y/n's eyes snapped to Ellie and then the blood-soaked, lifeless corpse which was lent up against the wall. Joel and Tess soon followed as they all gathered around this body. "What the fuck did that?"

That wasn't the question that they needed answering. "How do we know it's not still in here?" Y/n spoke, her voice suddenly lowering at the thought of the creatures which could still be roaming.

"Maybe he was attacked outside." Tess assumed. "Crawled through the doors. The door was open. I don't hear anything."

"Who would you hear?" Asked Ellie, much louder than the rest of them now. At that, they all jolted, firm in their glares as they silently told her to shut the fuck up. So then her voice lowered, and in a whisper, she repeated, "Who would you hear? Are you saying an infected did that?" Y/n's pupils boiled with a concerning terror as she shushed Ellie. Not that it had stopped the young girl. "Because I've been attacked by one and it wasn't like that."

"Okay from this point forward we are silent." Joel's gaze was mainly directed at Ellie, but he sent glances to both Tess and Y/n as he went on. "Not quiet. Silent." His breath was raspy with his hushed tone, his stare in itself threatening.

"Wha-"

He didn't let Ellie finish her breath, "No. No questions." He told her. "Just do it." Ellie may not have been happy about having to shut up, but it was that or further risking their safety.

Joel started walking first, weaving through the rooms, bodies and fungus as they followed. Y/n's grip on her pistol tightened in anticipation, her paced breaths soon becoming uneven as they took the first step to the next floor. As silent as possible, they proceeded up the grand stairs. Joel was only two steps from the second floor before the roof rumbled above him. A few pebbles dripped down, followed by ash and a grumbling noise which filled the space.

Each of them stood completely still. Each of them held their breath. Once, and only once, did the grumbling noise stop did Joel continue, climbing up to the second floor and continuing towards the third and final one. Though it was here where the bodies piled high - as did the fungi. Suddenly, it seemed impossible to step over it all. But Joel took his chances and Y/n found herself analysing his every step so she could make the same ones.

She had been hoping that Ellie, the young girl behind her, was doing the same. But as they reached their fifth step, a crunch erupted. Her and Joel tensed, snapping back around to the girl who looked ever so sheepish. While Joel wore a scowl, Y/n had a moulding sympathetic look on her face, which could simply read: it's okay. Even if, maybe it wasn't so.

When nothing seemed to jump up out at them, Joel continued up the stairs. Luckily, they made it to the top without any more stepping on the fungus, or making any harsh sounds. Joel slowly pushed the double doors open. They creaked and cracked before revealing the dusty room on the other side. Like the rest of the museum, it was filled with relics. But most of them seemed intact. Suppose not many infected made it this far up.

As they each wandered through, rumble started falling from the roof above. Until a large thud was heard and it must have finally caved in. Y/n jumped for Ellie, pulling her forward as Tess slid onto the floor to avoid any of the littering rocks attacking her. It was loud. Loud enough that anything outside of the museum was likely to have heard it. And as Y/n glanced away from Ellie, she found they were barricaded in.

"Everyone okay?" She whispered. There was no bother in being silent now that had just fallen, she had thought.

Ellie caught up with her breath as she responded, "Great."

Y/n looked to Tess who was sitting back up. The woman nodded. It was once they stood to their feet, when terror kicked it. Somewhere, from someplace on the floor they were now trapped it, there came the ever familiar shriek which echoed against the walls. One was in here with them. One was here, one of which they couldn't see and they had just lost their exit.

Y/n's arm reached over, hovering over Ellie's stomach, slowly gesturing for the girl to get behind her. Her gun rose, her knuckles turning white with how tight her grip had become. The infected kept screeching as they manoeuvred their way around. They watched as through a doorway, one of them made their way into the room. They dragged themselves over as the group slowly moved backwards as silent as they had been.

It seemed fine until another screech from another part of the museum alerted them. They jolted around to another doorway. There were two of them. The other crawled through the doorway and they moved back away from it again. Suddenly, they were cornered. Their backs hit the glass of a showcase box as they watched the two infected roam the floor.

Each of them listened closely as it travelled across the other side of the glass. It's grunts were haunting as it filled the very silence the group fought to keep. It rushed across from the glass. It was right in front of them. A moment passed in which they didn't know whether it was going to spot them. Maybe one of them had let out a breath too loud or shuffled their feet too much but it knew and it roared at them all.

Joel moved first, pulling the trigger on his gun as the creature tumbled backwards, away from Ellie. "Run!" He screamed.

Tess grasped Ellie's jacket as they stumbled the other way. Y/n found most of it a blurred as she worked out what to do. She saw the two girls face the second infected. And then gun shots followed. Y/n made the assumption that Tess would keep Ellie safe as she turned, facing Joel's back as he fought single handedly against the other infected. Which, within one glance, Y/n could tell he was losing.

The woman raised her pistol, shooting a few times at the monster before it faced her. She circled around it as it stumbled closer to her. That gave Joel the chance to get one bullet in the back of it's head, securing that it slowed down. But it was still alive, still clinging on, still fighting to kill them. "Go!" Joel ordered. Not loudly at all, but stern, very stern.

Y/n did so. She went one way, Joel went the other. A few steps into a hallway and suddenly she became remind of the warning Tess had given her. Don't go anywhere without someone else. The darkness was all around her. She was quiet on her feet as she wove through the narrow hallway to find somewhere with natural light that could guide her. All while trying to listen out for the dying infected.

She heard a gun shot not too far away, followed by the sound of glass shattering. She couldn't work out whether that was Joel, the infected, or Ellie and Tess. But still, she swirled, trying to make out the shadows as she wandered into the next room where there was a window. A wave of relief passed. Though, it hadn't lasted long.

Y/n's whole body jolted at the feeling of touch on her skin. Something, someone, pulled her back. One hand around her back, the other covering the gasp she had been sure to let out. Silence followed and she settled, connecting the feeling to Joel. Y/n's gaze was drawn up at him as he still wore that stern expression. The screeches erupted from behind them. And Y/n realised that was the reason as to why Joel had grabbed her.

Delicately, Joel lowered his hand from her mouth and Y/n didn't stop him. It glided along her waist until reaching her hand. There, his palm slipped over her's, taking a grasp of the pistol. His other hand slid around her waist. And with both arms seeming to cup her body, he reloaded the pistol. Once finished, the two looked to each, ever so close yet that didn't seem to faze them.

Joel nodded, silently saying it was time to move. Y/n leaned around the glass cage that they were hidden behind, finding herself stiff when the infected was only a few feet away. She didn't make a noise. And so, it carried on, without attacking her or Joel. The girl returned back around and looked to Joel for their next move.

She first felt his touch leave her, though he still held the pistol. The man crouched down and started to head towards the further part of the room. Not wanting to be left alone again, Y/n trailed on after him. A few steps in and Ellie came into view. She was hidden behind a display case, right where the infected was about to walk around. Joel and Y/n joined her and nodded their heads for the girl to follow them.

They tiptoed around the display case as to avoid the infected. Slow and steady. So close they had almost reached it but Joel hadn't been watching his feet enough. His toes crunched against some lingering shards of glass. While it wasn't a bang or a gun shot, it was enough. In an instant, they were on their feet. Y/n was able to get ahold of Ellie but Joel tumbled to the floor. The infected hovered over him and it seemed as if he was dead already.

The woman grasped the largest piece of glass she could. It slipped against her palm, slicing her hand first in her act of panic. But, she was far to terroised to take note. Instead, she leaned forward, pushing the sharpest point of the glass into the back of the infected's head. It slowed and gave Joel enough time to recover the pistol he had taken and reloaded. With that in his grasp, his finger tip didn't leave the trigger. Not until it was lifeless. Not until there were no bullet left.

Soon enough, the creature fell and the three scurried backwards. Ellie was tightly protected in Y/n's hands as Joel stood in front, right over the body.

Their moment of peace hadn't lasted long.

Another piercing shriek boomed through the room. They all turned. Defenceless. The second infected was running right for them and they had nothing. Well, they had Tess. The woman rushed through a space between the displays, shoving a 14th-century axe right into the infected's neck.

It hadn't killed it but it had stopped it. The creature waved it's arms around, willing to grab one of them as it croaked out. Joel was the one to move. He took ahold of the rifle he had once lost, aimed and shot. And he didn't stop until it was on the floor.

A long moment passed. Everyone caught up with their breaths and several shared glances were given. Until, in a huff, Y/n spoke up, "Is it over?" Her weary eyes looked around, looking to each of them.

"I fucking hope so." Snapped Ellie, loud enough that, if there were any more infected, it would have come after them by now.

"You all right?" Joel asked Tess who had just limped back up to her feet.

The woman nodded but it was stiff like she wasn't so lucky to be alive. "Twisted ankle, but yeah." Her gaze then jumped to Y/n. Specifically her hand. "What about you? That looks nasty."

Y/n hadn't even realised. Maybe it was the panic, maybe it was the radiating pain, but the harsh cut across the centre of her palm had gone unnoticed until now. It was gushing red. So much so, it seemed to have tinted her skin, pooling over her shirt and jacket. "Shit." She muttered before swinging her bag over and grabbing some cloth.

"You alright?" Tess repeated. This time, to Ellie.

"Well, I didn't shit my pants so." She shrugged off as Y/n wrapped her bleeding palm in the cloth. A sharp inhale left her lips at the sting of the feeling. One of which didn't start easing off until she tied the cloth together, putting her supplies back in her bag.

By the time she had looked over, Ellie's jacket was rolled up, showcasing the bite from the infected. "Shit!" She said again, this time harsher and louder.

"You fucking kidding me?" Ellie swore. "I mean, if it was gonna happen to one of us..."

Suppose she made a point. "Hey," Tess spoke up as they all glanced to her. "Lets get the fuck out of here." That they could all agree with.

They were led towards one of the back windows. Joel pulled it up, slipping through first and holding it up for the other to walk through. "Thanks," Y/n uttered as she stepped onto the roof, her eyes drawn to the view set in front of her.

Ellie proceeded behind the girl, rushing next to her side to catch the view for herself. Though, Y/n turned right back around at the sound of grunting and the words, "Oh, fuck." Tess, while she may have gotten through the window, was struggling.

Her ankle had forced her to sit as Joel joined her. "I can help." The girl offered. Well, it wasn't much of an offer, more of a warning that she was about to help.

Though, such was still declined, as Joel hovered his hand out. "No, no, it's alright. I've got it." He said and the woman shut her lips. "Just give me some of that tape would you?"

Y/n nodded but said nothing. She rummaged from her bag and retrieved the tape, passing it over with a stare caught between the two. Maybe it was wrong to, but she thought back to them questions Ellie was asking Joel earlier at the hotel. Maybe such questions were echoing in her mind also.

"Over there?" Ellie inquired from behind them all. Y/n was the one turn, searching for an excuse to look away.

She was pointing to the building across from this one. The one connected by a long piece of wood. "Yeah, I know it looks scary." Answered Joel.

Ellie was already stepping onto it as she replied, "That was scary, this is wood." And without a flicker of a worry she walked across. She turned when she reached the other building, a grin spread over lips as she looked to the doctor. "You coming?"

Y/n had to look back first. Look back to the man who was patching up Tess like he probably had done a million times before. Then she flashed a smile, one forced and tricky to uphold. "Yeah." She yelled back, tiptoeing across just as Ellie had.

At this new building, she couldn't hear the conversation happening between the couple. She could only watch Joel's sincere, worrisome expression as he ever so carefully taped up that broken ankle. For a moment, and Y/n swore to herself that it was only a moment, a flicker of a memory washed through her mind. A flicker of a memory which urged on feelings of regret.

"Oh. My. God." Said Ellie, snapping the woman out of her thoughts. She jumped back around to the girl who was smiling a devilish smile. "You're in love with him too." She stated as if it were fact.

"What-?" Y/n cut herself off, eyeing the couple once more. "I've got no idea what you're getting at Ellie."

"Yes you do." She argued as Y/n walked passed her. Not that such had stopped the young girl from trailing behind. "You know exactly what I'm getting at! So I was right? You and Joel were together?"

Y/n stopped and turned around, "Well we're not anymore so what does it matter?"

"Because you both obviously still want each other."

That was something she had scoffed out. They didn't spend years avoiding each other because there was still love there. No, they avoided each because- well, because that was what you were supposed to do after a break up. "Ellie, we don't."

"I think you need a new pair of eyes." She giggled at the idea and Y/n knew this wouldn't be the last time she heard about it.

Y/n moved passed Ellie, towards the other end of the building where a view stared back at them. The rest of the city. Still decaying and covered in speckles of green, but as Y/n had gathered, it was nice to see something of natural beauty growing again.

Her gaze hadn't moved when she felt Ellie join her side. But when another figure wandered up, coming to her other side, her eyes did jump. "Is it everything you hoped for?" Joel asked. His eyes weren't on Y/n, they weren't on Ellie, they were settled on what was in front of him and what awaited him.

Ellie shrugged, "Jurys still out." She said and Y/n chose it best to tear her gaze away from Joel before he cared to notice. "But, man, you can't deny that view."

"Think it's even prettier without all the skyscrapers and road rage." Y/n thought aloud. And, as if roles had just be revered, Joel was the one staring at her as she glazed off into the distance.

The man thought about giving something in response, but that idea was broken when another voice came. "Come on, let's get there before dark." Tess prompted, breaking them from their captivated views.

The other woman gave not a second to take in the view. As if a switch had been pulled, Tess was suddenly in full survival mode, not wanting to waste a moment they had. She went down the ladder first and no matter how delicately she placed her footings, it still urged groans of pain. The other three didn't dare comment. Instead, Y/n gently pushed Ellie forward as they all trailed down the ladder too.

Tess was right about wanting to get there before dark. Even with her ankle and the pain Y/n was certain was plaguing her, she led the group, fast in her pace. It took half the time to get to the StateHouse than it usually did. But even in that short space of time, Y/n wandered to herself about this change in mood. Prior to this, she was walking at the side of Ellie, bouncing back and fourth, explaining with great enthusiasm what the world used to be like. And now it seemed she was burdened with apathy.

Y/n was towards the back of the line, though she rushed forward slightly to reach Joel. And ever so quietly, she whispered over to him, "She normally like this?"

Joel looked back with knitted brows, "Like what?"

The doctor huffed and checked off the several attributes she knew all too well: "More irritable than usual? Desperate?" She spoke carefully as she always did. Beating around the idea rather than giving it directly to him on a plate.

But Joel was used to Y/n's careful words and could see right through it. "She's not infected, Y/n." He uttered, stern in his expression that it made Y/n regret saying anything.

Yet, the girl still went on, "Just keep an eye on it, alright?" She told him. Without another second, she walked passed, joining Ellie's side.

Y/n wouldn't push it. Tess was Joel's friend and not hers. Maybe if more symptoms started showing, she might. But for now, she would keep quiet and keep her mind on the task at hand: get Ellie to safety. Which was right where they were. The state house seemed quiet. The only thing to suggest the other fireflies were here was the truck parked right outside.

The four of them crouched down by some rocks, keeping a watch on the doors and the truck. "Where the fuck are they?" Tess had queried, hushed in her tone.

Joel turned back to face her, lightly shaking his head. He took a long moment to think before he stood to his feet and started walking. The others stood but made no move to follow Joel. Instead, they watched. He slung the door to the truck open first, his rifle shaking in his grip, only to find nothing but blood-soaked metal.

Though, that seemed enough for the man to spin around, holding his hand out. "Keep back." He instructed before continuing on.

Even if they weren't the ones searching the truck, Tess and Y/n still equipped their weapons. They waited a few moments, hearing the sound of the back doors pull up. It was then that Tess nodded her head, "Come on." She said, going against what Joel had told them as they wandered around the back. "Joel?" She called. "What the fuck is going on?"

The back of the truck was empty. "I don't know." Answered the man. And while their focus was pulled to the truck, Y/n's dwindled. Her eyes were pulled to the stairs of the Statehouse, noting the splotches of red which littered the concrete.

"They went inside." Y/n informed as all eyes landed to her and then the blood.

She swirled around, facing their puzzled looks. Tess was the one to move first. She huffed and seemed to snap. "Come on." She ordered, hooking her palm around Ellie's wrist and dragging her into the state house. "Come on." She repeated.

"Tess!" Joel had yelled but the woman seemed to have no intent on stopping.

Y/n rushed up with them and without a second thought, raised her weapon. And much quieter than Joel, but much more threatening, there came the hushed order of, "Tess." The woman stiffened and slowed. She turned with glossy eyes that were mustered between feelings of fury. "Let Ellie go. We're all going to go in there but not until you take your hands off her."

It took Tess a moment before shoving Ellie out her grip. Y/n took the young girl into her hold, scanning her once over to make sure she was okay. "Lets go." Said Tess as she went on as if nothing had happened.

In that moment, Y/n met Joel's eyes, a sense of realisation seemed to have dawned on him.

The three followed Tess into the building and they all took sight of what was left. Bodies and blood and devastation. The fireflies had been taken out. "Holy shit." Cursed the young girl.

They wandered further into the building and more and more bodies emerged. It seemed as if there were no survivors. "I mean there's gonna be like a fucking radio or something." Tess rambled on aloud. She rummaged through the many boxes, scurrying through the supplies they had left.

I mean, not mentioning the bodies, this place would be a gold mine to smugglers like Tess and Joel. "Who killed them?" Y/n heard Ellie question. "FEDRA?"

"No." Joel had uttered and Y/n turned to watch as the man's boot spun one of the bodies over. "One of them got bit." And there, on the lifeless corpse was the remnants of the infected, yellow vines and a red rash surrounding it. "The healthy ones fought the sick ones. They all lost."

"God, Marlene's gonna lose it." Y/n thought, giving a scan over all the bodies once more.

"Tess!" Called Joel as he walked over to the woman. "What you doing?" She was still scavenging like her life depended on it.

Though, of course, Tess didn't give an answer to Joel. Rather, she walked right passed him to where Ellie and Y/n were roaming. "Where was Marlene taking her? Huh?"

"West." Y/n informed, tense at the very firm stance Tess was giving. "That's where the doctors are." As long as they weren't all dead either.

"That it? Just west? That all you fucking know?" Y/n had no chance to respond to her outburst as the woman turned her back and started wandering around the boxes once more. "Well one of them's gotta have a map on them right?" She leaned over one of the bodies. "Joel? Can you help me-"

"No!" The atmosphere chilled. "Tess, it's over." And it seemed they all knew that but her. He started walking over to her as she gazed up from the body. "We are going home."

"That's not my fucking home!"

Joel backed off and everything went silent. All that remained was the echo of Tess' screams. It took a second before the woman climbed to her feet, facing the man she had stuck by for years now. "I'm staying." She said with more depth than it needed. "I mean, our luck had to run out sooner or later."

Y/n had already been well in the know, Joel in denial but Ellie, well Ellie had only suddenly come to the same conclusion. "Fuck. She's infected."

Now, the atmosphere wasn't just chilly, but it was as cold as fucking ice. "Show me." Joel requested in such a gentle tone.

She took a cautious step forward, "Joel-"

He took a rapid step back. The woman's fingers gripped at her shirt, pulling it down to reveal the yellow vines and the red rash. "Oops right?" She let her hand go, covering the mark. "Guessing it's not something you can save me from, right, doc?"

Y/n swallowed and wondered if maybe it had happened later, if maybe they had understood Ellie's blood and her genes, maybe Tess would have had something, some hope. Tess' gaze jumped to Ellie, "Take your bandage off."

And so, the girl followed, rolling up her sleeve and showcasing her arm. Her perfectly healthy, perfectly normal arm. No yellow vines. No red rash. Tess walked over, taking a tender hold of Ellie's hand, "Look, this is real." She uttered, knowing this was apart of her last words. "Get her to Bill and Frank's." Joel had shook his head at that plan but Tess kept going. "They'll take her off your hands."

"No, no, no." The man repeated. "I can't. They're not gonna take her-"

"They will because you're gonna convince them." Joel was quiet again. "I never- never ask you for anything, not to feel the way I felt-"

He attempted to interject, "No-"

But Tess wasn't having it. "Shut the fuck up cause I don't have time." Which would have explained the rush she was in prior to now. "This is your chance. You and Y/n. You get her there. You keep her alive. And you set everything right. All the shit we did. Please say yes, Joel, please." She was a begging, dying woman and Joel looked as if he had no choice.

A grunt came from behind them as one of the bodies started moving. They jumped out from their sentiment as Ellie, screamed, "Oh, fuck!" Both her and Y/n rushed away from it as Joel stormed forward, pistol in hand, shooting the infected right between its eyes.

But with that gunshot, further noise erupted. Noise of which they couldn't bare to ignore. Grunts and groans which echoed from outside of the State house. Joel jogged over to the front doors, getting one glance of the outside to know what was coming for them. More were coming. "How many?" Asked Tess once Joel had started walking back again.

"All of them."

A scoff slipped from Y/n's lips, "Fucking great." Her panicked pupils met Joels, "How long?"

"Maybe a minute." He rushed to the centre of the building again, terror started to consume his thoughts.

But it was Tess who made the next move. She picked up the rifle of a dead man, popping the top off one of the barrels. Kicking it down, as gasoline pooled over the floor. "What are you doing?" Ellie inquired.

The woman continued onto each of them, "Making sure they don't follow you." She replied, kicking down another.

Once all the barrels were down and the smell became intoxicating, she threw over grenades. They scattered the floor as the murmers of the infected slowly got louder and louder. With that, she walked to Joel, looking up at him with only inches between them and she whispered, "Joel, save who you can save."

He seemed to hold eye contact with Tess for as long as he could. His eyes glossy when he broke and glanced over to where Y/n was stood, holding Ellie close to her chest. But he was looking at Y/n when he said, "Go."

And she listened to him. She tightened her grasp on Ellie as they stormed out of the Statehouse. The girl cried, "No! We're not leaving her!" She screamed but it seemed just empty words now. Joel was the one who had to make the decision and it certainly was never an easy one.

And they got as far away as they could. When the statehouse inflamed, they knew apart of the many bodies of infected, there was Tess. But there was no time to mourn in the midst of an apocalypse. All they could do was run.

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purple, white, grey, and black

pairing: idol!seungcheol x gn!reader rating: M wc: 2.9k summary: you're asexual and proud, and have been for a while. so why does seeing ace pride posts sometimes churn something within you? or, the one where reader talks about where/if their asexuality and trauma intersect. warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced sexual childhood abuse, (these things are only talked about in the vaguest sense but please be careful), anxiety, mentions of acephobic family members tags: asexuality, asexual reader, established relationship, dialogue-heavy, emotional hurt/comfort a/n: this is a rewrite of a fic i wrote for a bts queer introspections fic fest, and i want to preface this by saying everyone's journey with asexuality is different and the one reflected here is based purely on my own personal journey. if any of you struggle with any of the same thoughts/questions reader does, that I do, i hope this can remind you that you're not alone 💜

jimbo the himbo @spaceace9393

just a friendly reminder: asexuality is a valid identity. it's not any kind of disorder, and it has nothing to do with disability, or trauma, or mental illness. we are not sick, or broken, or in need of "fixing.” we're just people who don't experience sexual attraction, that's it.

You stare at the tweet for a long, long time. Long enough that your phone screen dims before shutting off entirely, leaving you with only your reflection for company.

Your chest feels... you're not sure how to describe it, exactly. It might be a little bit like when you accidentally clogged the bathroom sink the other day — like there's something cold and murky sloshing around inside your lungs, bits of feelings you can't quite name sinking down to rest on something that's been building unseen for a while now.

Closing your eyes, you breathe in, slow and deep, and then release a shaky exhale. Your fingers start tap-tap-tapping away on your thigh as you realize that you kind of, maybe, really want to talk to someone right now.

You have your kakaotalk app open between one blink and the next.

you

cheollie? are u still at one of the hybe studios?

cheollie 🧡

yeah i'm still here not working on anything too important rn tho so you can swing by if you want i have extra ramyeon packs that soonyoung dropped off they're the spicy kind you like

You can't help but smile softly to yourself. Even though the anxiety of what you want to talk about makes your heart race, you don't think you'll ever stop being endeared by Choi Seungcheol.

you

cheollie ur the best ily ❤️ see u soon ~

cheollie 🧡

love you too ❤️

You quickly throw on your comfiest hoodie, threadbare and fraying at the seams, and you make your way over to the Hybe building. You also stop at a convenience store on the way, grabbing a canned coffee for each of you because you're a good partner like that.

By the time you get to the door of the studio, though, what little confidence you'd built up for yourself starts to fizzle out, replaced by the anxiety simmering on low just beneath your skin. The confusing feelings are still sloshing around inside your chest, so much so that you think about knocking even though you haven't knocked in months — not since Seungcheol started texting you the code of whatever studio he was working in at the time.

Groaning to yourself, you smack the edge of your phone against your forehead a few times before quickly punching in the code and opening the door before you can talk yourself out of it.

Seungcheol is slouched comically in the chair, head so low it's practically leaning against the armrest as his socked feet rest propped up on any empty corner of the desk. The computer's wireless keyboard is cradled against his chest and stomach, keys down, and he's using its smooth back as a makeshift mousepad. ...To play Solitaire of all things, you realize.

You stand there, just blinking for a moment as you process the image in front of you. He looks so stupid and cute and you can't help the grin that pushes against your cheeks.

"Cheol," you giggle. "What the fuck."

"Shhhhhhhh..." Seungcheol's eyes don't leave the monitor. "Don't question the process."

You snort as you finally close the door and walk over to set his canned coffee on the desk, on the opposite side his feet are propped up.

"What process?" You stand over him, folding your arms across your chest as you try to keep a straight face. Raising an eyebrow at his posture, you ask, "The one where you turn into a slouchy slug?"

"Hey!" Seungcheol swings the keyboard into your hip like he's trying to chop down a tree, making you double over even as you start giggling. "I am not a slug, how dare you!"

You just laugh louder and playfully shove his chair away from the desk. He yelps in surprise as his feet suddenly fall to the floor and he nearly topples over, and then he turns the full force of his pout upon you.

"I can't believe my very own partner is trying to kill me," he laments. "What did I do to deserve such betrayal? Did Jeonghan put you up to this?"

"Aww, poor aegi," you coo. You walk over to him and squish his cheeks between your palms so that his lips pucker out comically. "My poor little guppy wuppy."

His dark brows furrow harder and you let out an oof when he jabs you in the stomach with the wireless keyboard he'd managed to hang onto in the chaos, letting go of his face. It wasn't hard enough to hurt (never is) and you just stick your tongue out at him in retaliation.

He rolls his eyes and points to the couch. "Go have a seat, traitor."

You acquiesce with a soft snort, burying yourself in the corner while Seungcheol tidies up the studio. You pull one of the throw pillows into your lap and very quickly end up hugging it tightly to your chest.

For a few blissful moments, you'd forgotten about all of the confused, anxious things swimming around inside of you — forgotten the main reason you'd come here in the first place.

You must zone out, because the next thing you know, Seungcheol is squatting in front of you and trying to catch your eye, one hand gently squeezing your knee. "Hey, Y/n-ah. You doing okay over here? Want me to take you home?"

His eyes are wide and earnest, worry lightly furrowing his brow, and you will never cease to be grateful for how much he embodies unconditional care and comfort.

Shaking your head, you reach out to clasp the hand on your knee. "No, 'm fine." You tug on his hand, a silent request to come sit next to you. "Just wanna talk to you, if that's okay."

"Of course it's okay," he promises. "Always."

When he sits, he leaves a sliver of space between the two of you, leaving it up to you to decide how much (if any) physical comfort you want right now. That simple, little act of thoughtfulness is like the glimpse of a lighthouse amidst the storm that's brewing within your ribcage, and it gives you the courage you need to hoist your metaphorical sails and let the wind take you where you need to go.

You waste no time in anchoring yourself to Seungcheol's side, throwing your legs over his lap and burying your face into his collarbone.

"Hey, jagiya, hey, you're okay," he soothes automatically. His hands come up to wrap around you, pulling you close and rubbing soothing arcs up and down your back. "You're okay. I'm here to listen, yeah? I'm here."

He doesn't say anything else after that, just settles a bit more into the couch and waits for you to speak, always so full of patience when it counts.

It does take a while for you to say anything, mostly because you don't really know where to start. There's still so much swirling around inside you, murky and confusing, that you're not really sure if there is a start.

And a part of you wonders if it's even worth opening up your mouth at this point — the same part of you that's always walked hand-in-hand with your shame and doubt.

But Seungcheol's breathing is a steady rise and fall against your chaotic thoughts, his heartbeat a siren song reminding you that he has always held your hopes and dreams and fears and questions oh so carefully in the palms of his hands.

Eventually, you realize that it doesn't really matter where you start as long as you jump in. So jump you do. "Cheol?"

"Hmm?"

"Do— do you remember when I came out to you and the rest of the group as ace?"

" 'Course I do," he assures warmly, giving you a small squeeze. "Still so proud of you."

You hum happily. But your anxiety is making you feel fidgety again, so you pull one of Seungcheol's arms down into your lap so you can play with his long, sturdy fingers. He lets you do it without complaint, and something within you settles.

You let yourself breathe in, breathe out.

"After you guys," you start, bending and unbending his fingers one by one, "the first person I ever came out to was my mom, you know? And it's— it wasn't that she wasn't supportive. Or like, I think she was trying to be supportive, at least, but." You take a breath. "Do you wanna know what the first words out of her mouth were, after I told her that I was ace?"

Seungcheol hums an encouragement, pulling you impossibly closer with the one arm he still has wrapped around your back. You take another breath, uncurling all of his fingers and holding the spread-out digits in both hands, almost like you're going to try and read his palm.

You breathe in, breathe out. "She said— without any hesitation, she said, 'Oh, is it because of your trauma?'"

You feel the way Seungcheol tenses beneath you, watch the way his fingers twitch between yours like he's trying not to curl them into a fist.

"And I didn't know how to respond to that," you continue, keeping your eyes down, "so I just said 'I don't know, probably.'" You give the same little helpless shrug you'd given then, small and defeated, and you use the motion to hunch your shoulders a little more.

"Y/n-ah. That's..." Seungcheol starts, voice a little rough around the edges like he's trying to keep some big emotion from breaking through. "I can't imagine what that must've felt like."

And you know, you know, that he's filling in the blanks. That he's taking the words 'trauma' and 'asexuality' and drawing conclusions that probably aren't too far from the truth.

You grip his hand tightly between yours and tuck it against your chest like a child clings to a favorite stuffed animal; he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. You both breathe — in, out.

"Yeah. It didn't— it didn't feel great," you admit, an understatement. "And she's not the only one, either. Every single family member I've come out to, every single one of them— that question has always been the first thing to come out of their mouth."

The faces of those family members flash before you, all carrying the same expression — pity, one etched so deep it felt (feels) almost condescending. "Is it because of your trauma?" "Is it because of what happened to you? Did he make you like this?"

"And I just..." You flail the hand not clutching Seungcheol's, searching for a way to put into words what you've been feeling for so, so long. "I have this knowledge living inside me at all times that, to the family members that I'm out to— they'll never see my asexuality as something to celebrate. All they will ever see is my trauma and how this part of myself is something that comes from a broken place."

You think about the tweet from earlier, the hundreds of others you've seen like it, and feel tears begin to gather.

Sniffling, you continue. "And then I'll go on the internet and see all kinds of ace pride and posts about how we're valid and don't need to be fixed and... and I know that. Logically, I know that my ace-ness isn't something that needs to be changed, isn't something that could change, even if I wanted it to, but..."

But.

For so, so long, you have had no idea how to finish that sentence. And it feels like some kind of defeat when you realize you still don't have an answer. "...I don't know," you shrug, helplessly.

Seungcheol presses another kiss to the top of your head, staying silent like he knows you still have more to say. He keeps a steady rhythm of slowly rubbing his free hand up and down your back, a tactile metronome for you to follow.

After a few minutes, you continue with a sigh. "About once a year, I'll talk with my aunt, and she never fails to ask if I'm "still ace" and... I just..." You cut yourself off with a frustrated groan.

"S'okay, aegi," Seungcheol whispers, squeezing the hand you're still holding close to your chest.

"Sometimes it feels like my ace-ness is tainted, you know?"

Even as the sentence feels punched out of you, it's such a bitter relief to finally admit it out loud. Because even though you've never really let yourself put it into words, you are finally able to recognize that this is one of the murky feelings that has been weighing you down — collecting in your subconscious like debris in the gutter. "And it's why bringing up my past can be so difficult for me. Because I'm so scared that people will go from just accepting my asexuality to thinking 'Ah, that explains it.' Like I just gave them the missing piece to a puzzle or something, when before it was just a part of who I am.

"And there's also a part of me that feels like... I don't know, that I'd just be adding fuel to the fire for all the people who like to shit on asexuality. That I'm just an example of why people who think they're ace are just traumatized and need therapy. But... I think I would have always been ace, no matter what happened or didn't happen to me as a kid. And I just...

"I don't know, Cheol," you croak, the tears you've been trying so hard to keep in finally starting to cascade down your cheeks. "I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't know where to fit. If I fit. If it even matters whether I fit or not."

And really, now that you've talked it out a bit, it essentially boils down to one thing.

"I guess— I guess what I'm saying is that I just want to be able to feel like I can be ace and a little bit broken at the same time. That I can be a work in progress and still something... worth celebrating."

You tuck your free hand into the sleeve of your hoodie and use it to wipe away the tears that are still falling. Seungcheol's next exhale shudders a little bit out of his chest, and then he's letting go of your hand so he can cradle your jaw and tenderly wipe at the tears himself.

"Hey, jagiya, will you look at me, please? Will you let me look at you?"

You nod, the lump in your throat having doubled in size between one moment and the next, and he gently lifts your chin until you're eye-to-eye.

"There you are," he murmurs, with a sad lopsided smile. You notice he has tear tracks of his own, and looking into his big, glassy eyes aches and soothes in equal measure. "I'm going to tell you something very important, so I need you to listen carefully, okay? Can you do that for me?"

Again, you nod, swallowing thickly.

Seungcheol's expression quickly melts into something serious. Not something scary, but something solid — a firm foundation for you to rely on.

"Y/n L/n. You will always, always be something worth celebrating. Being a work in progress is a part of life, and you and I and everyone else on this planet will be one until the day we die. I may not know all the answers, and we might never find the ones we're looking for, but if I know anything, it's this: not a day has gone by since getting to know you that I am not so, so incredibly proud of you — of the person that you are and that you are continuously becoming. More than I can really put into words."

You think you could drown in all of the love and support and affection pouring out of Seuncheol, overwhelming you in the best way. It's like your heart has capsized and all of the ooey-gooey feelings are flooding in, pulling you down deeper, deeper, deeper still.

But you've hit your emotional threshold for the day and decide to cut the moment the best way you know how. "Even when I'm an annoying little shit?" you choke out past your now-stuffed nose.

Seungcheol laughs wetly and wraps his arms around you again, tilting you both over so you're both mostly lying down on the couch. "I think maybe especially then," he murmurs, mostly to himself. Louder, he says, "I think we've earned ourselves a nice nap, what do you think?"

You think that sounds heavenly, and you both adjust your positions until you're comfortable and you can feel sleep pulling at your consciousness. Before you let it claim you, though, you take a few moments to breathe.

It feels a bit easier than before, the breathing. The stuff sloshing around inside your lungs doesn't feel as murky as it did before, doesn't feel as suffocating now that you've been able to bale some of it out. You don't have any more answers than you did before, but you have a bit more peace.

And as you finally drift off to Seungcheol's quiet, snuffling snores, you think that having a bit more peace might be enough for now.

#svtsource #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol oneshot #seungcheol x you #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x y/n #scoups fanfic #scoups oneshot #scoups x y/n #scoups x reader #scoups x you #asexual reader #savv writes #savv fics #giving you all a big piece of my soul with this one

[alfheimr]

how did you do that xray color effect on that law picture?

short answer: adjustment layers

long answer (gore cw and eyestrain cw):

i started with a base painting. i initially really wanted to do something like those old nasty anatomical cross section illustrations but i couldnt get it to look right and i got tired of trying to draw actual anatomy. my solution was to draw muscle fibers and uhh "bones" as new layers, which i set to color. those got merged with a duplicate of the base, which is going to be clipped onto my next magic trick.

on a new layer, i scribbled some swooshes in. i started just with black and then added the white later, and ill be honest i dont remember why i did that or if it makes a difference? anyway here you can see how it looks when the layer is set to normal mode.

i clipped the duplicated painting onto the scribble, so now you only see the muscly bits on wherever the scribble is. clipping masks are my best friend. please do not worry about the number of copies of layers. i do not have a problem.

i do not remember why i even did this but i duplicated the b/w scribble and inverted the colors. obviously this is the, idk, "sculpted" version, which is why its got more stuff going on. this is how it looks when the layer is set to "normal."

i am very sorry for how this text looks but the plain grey background doesnt really do much at all to show how exclusion works, and i didnt want to have a giant block of neon red because it hurt my eyeballs. anyway, you can see that wherever the white is gets inverted so now theres blue instead of red. when i do this sort of thing i kinda just go ham with different brushes, colors, and adjustment layer settings to see what works and what doesnt. the xray effect was ultimately the result of me going "hmmmmm i wonder what this button does" and rolling with whatever comes out. and im pretty pleased with the result!

(edit) here is a post with other examples of how i misuse adjustment layers and then Here is my lil zine where i talk a LOT about process things if you want to see more of this sort of breakdown!

#process

[rainysflowers]

Tosses this out into the eather for the most niche audience I could think of. *NYEAH!!*

After seeing the lovely @species-whump-weekly and waiting excitedly for their Demon prompt list for the purposes of using them against my favorite Mazoku, I decided that it would be fun to do something similar. Therefore, I'd like to offer to you, the whump and Slayers community...

Mazoku Whump Week!!

This is the perfect opportunity to take your beloved Mazoku, be them canon or original, and beat them up (maybe comfort them too) for the world to see! What fun ^^ If this does interest you, please look under the cut for more info and prompts!! If not, then have a lovely day!!

CWs/TWS: Themes of Hurt/Pain, Dehumanization of Non-Humans, Neglect, and Similar Content

ALSO I feel that upon farther community interaction that I should mention to PLEASE write out/tag your entries with content & trigger warnings and the characters involved as to not offend/trigger anyone who may come across it without interest in said character/content!!

Personally, I like to give a general overview of what content is in the media much like my CWs/TWs above, then also add on SPESIFIC tags for worse things like Major Character Death, and finally PLEASE SPESIFY which character you'll be hurting in the media!!

Now, I call it a week because that's the way i formatted it, but there's no timeframe and there's no start date. I just made it for fun and my own enjoyment ^^ All I ask is that you please tag me in whatever you choose to create [Writing, art, GIFs, ect]:)) You totally don't have to be a part of either community to participate, I just made this for Slayers fans specifically because I love that anime <3 They are also more so anime-based, than light novel-based, as a side note.

Prompts are formatted as a single master-prompt, something that sets the theme for the sub-prompts under it, and three sub-prompts that you can write one, two, or all three of!! There are also seven alternative prompts that follow the same general theme of the master-prompts (I.E. alternative prompt one (1) has the same theme as master-prompt one (1) and so forth). !!! Two alternative prompts are based on my personal headcannons, but those are labeled as such, and do not have to be used !!!

Here is the prompt list:

01) Summoned.

1] I’ll Treat You Like My Pet/Dehumanization

2] Defiance/Defiant Whumpee* (*Whumpee refers to the character who is in pain, which is in this case the Mazoku of your choice)

3] Terms and Conditions

02) Used.

1] Losing Control

2] Astral Wound/Pain

3] Magical Exhaustion

03) Misunderstood.

1] Kindness Makes the World Go Round

2] Starvation

3] Botched Shapeshifting

04) Betrayed.

1] Backstabbed

2] Found Out

3] Ritual Sacrifice

05) Returned.

1] Uncaring Master

2] Can’t Go Back

3] Demonic Punishment

06) Inherited.

1] Immortality

2] Bleeding Black

3] Ingrained Morality

07) History.

1] Scars

2] War Never Changes

3] Falling Comrades

Alternative Prompts

1] Orihalcon Restraints/Weapons (Based on a headcanon where the metal Orihalcon is able to suppress the Mazoku's ability to either return to the Astral Plane or negates their ability to be impervious to physical wounds in the real world.)

2] Reluctant Caretaker

3] Presumed Dead (Based on a headcanon where if a Mazoku is injured enough, they must ditch their assumed form to return to the Astral Plane, leaving them looking like a corpse in the Human World.)

4] “I can’t believe I trusted you.”

5] Assassination (Attempts)

6] “I thought that you couldn’t love?”

7] Survivor’s Guilt

Here is the Prompt List in a Google Doc:

Thank you so much for checking out this post, sorry for the crappiness lol, I just wanted to share some stuff. Ill be back sooner or later, and if you have any questions, please send them on in ^^ luv yall with the strength of a thousand suns <3 Have a good day, night, and whatever else!!

#🌧op #🌧opwriting #whump #whump community #whump event #whump prompts #slayers #the slayers #Writing #Writing Prompts #I hate tagging things

[cerealmonster15]

hi. i posted my fankids earlier so now welcome to cereals caterella multiverse chart kjlfdsjklfjs click for better view but also my handwriting sucks and i made this in like 2022ish in the privacy of discord dms so ill do my BEST to retype all the words and explain under the cut as much as i can/remember LET'S GOOOO

god where to even start. hi. ummm ok so caterella, for general context, is something i'd see around occasionally in people's fanarts/theories/aus/etc of cater being in a cinderella role, i think inspired by him talking about how he has 2 older sisters that are kinda bossy.

over time i went into the madness. and i cannot commit to one idea so i just have Several and this was my attempt to "organize" lol. cater is the protagonist in all of them, and not everyone is a love interest, it all DEPENDS!

oh i also wrote in the bottom right corner: * they can all be in standard au [i think i meant like, canon compliant lol] but some are specifically here w/one specific story involved (????) (IDK LOL)

let's start with... [im gonna rewrite the text but also add bits for context lol]

"That Guy" Trey:

unassuming love interest

usually not actually a prince [some of these aus are actual royalty aus i guess lol]

"bake :) or bff" <- i think i was trying to say he's a baker and if he's not a love interest he might just be in there as cater's supportive bestie.

line to cater: either bff -> lovers or baker for a red herring prince surprise romance [??? girl help decoding my phrasing here is gonna be so hard]

underneath i wrote (or secret prince?) but i dont think i ever explored that possibility lol

i always have to explain why i keep calling trey "that guy" lol. it's cuz in the original jpn twst, during the scalding sands visit event, when cater was announcing he invited trey to come, the fan translation said cater was saying something like "and who's caykuns mystery guest? it's THAT GUY!" and then trey appeared or something lfdskf i dont remember exactly but i know he was called That Guy and so my friend and i were calling trey That Guy for sooooo long.

ok so i think what i was trying to say for the most part is that trey is a friends to lovers surprise love interest in scenarios where the main plot makes you THINK the love interest is a fancy prince, hence the "red herring prince" comments. i have a google doc that mentions this that ill copy/paste after i get through each person's general primer but for now let's move on!

"Hornton" Malleus:

he is lost + confused

secret prince

✨mystery✨

another green guy

line drawn to cater: prince not invited to leona's party, solidarity w/cay?

^another storyline i get into in the google doc lol. i think this one is specifically an actual not nrc AU where cater is trying to go to a prince's ball and leona's the one throwing the ball lol. we'll get to that!

i dont talk about it here but i also had an au based off a song i listen to [tir a nog i think?] where malleus is a fae prince from an enchanted forest and cater's sick of his everyday working life and wants to run off to a fanciful land, meets malleus, malleus wants cater to runaway with him back to his fanciful forest and BE HIS BETROTHED or whatever lol. i have a few doodles of it somewhere and i still think about it sometimes

the really long outer squiggle line is drawn between malleus and leona on the chart and just says GRRR lol, they have beef which we will GET TO LATER and i mean also canon beef lol. u already know that.

"Fairy Godmother" Lilia:

cryptic support to mal and cay

knows things but will withhold lore for a more interesting story

mentor to malleus

basically like regular lilia lol hes a bestie and a mentor and a wingman depending on the situation. i think in the cater going to the ball au in one instance he is more of a literal fairy godmother support, other aus he is more figurative lol like the supportive bestie!!

[im going in mostly clockwise order but i def wrote these out of order when i made it so thats why the numbers are off LOL] [i skipped idia but i put him in way later/last so ill get back to him sdfjklds]

"...Fairy Godmother 3" Azul:

contract wishes

😒

line to cater: hires @ mostro lounge to fund the 'date vil' campaign which leads to [jade route]

i go more into this in the google doc also but i actually made a post about that one ill link it in a sec foooorrr.....

"Mushroom Man" Jade:

not a prince

standard universe

secret, unexpected love interest

line to cater: bonding while working together; the vil goal is slowly forgotten in favor of new bond with jade (alt angst if cay still goes for vil)

ummm teehee. i go way more into detail in THIS POST HERE where i doodled the concept out and talk about it more

"Shitty Banana Prince" Leona [SORRY FSKLJDFJDSKLFJ]:

red herring prince [as in hes usually not actually a love interest but is there to make you think he is but it's actually someone else's route]

sometimes just here to be divorced to someone when it's funny [i think im talking about vil and malleus mostly here lol]

the banana thing is bc how in twst canon, grim calls savanaclaw "bananaclaw" once and after that my friend and i have forever called them the banana boys ksdlfjdls it has nothing to do w/the aus

anyway the line from cater to leona: forbidden crush on prince he doesn't actually know, leading to another route (usually trey)

other line: alt: DIVORCE(lol) <- i didnt elaborate here but i have to assume i was talking about the concept idea i wrote in THIS POST about cater/leona being bitter exes/having had a summer fling making things awkward in book 2....

i have since started liking leona/cater a little less ironically lately [tbh i dont think it was ever ironic i was just in denial lol] so um. id probably have mentioned it here if i made this chart later l o l

oh also the line between him and vil: also sometimes divorced ♥

ok moving on for now!!!!!!

"✨Sparkling Prince✨" Vil:

standard prince/love interest

sometimes a red herring in other routes

other times more of a supporting pal w/connections

exes w/leona when it's funny

cater -> vil: fanboy crush ♥

vil -> cater: slow, tsundere crush lol

rook & vil: "lol do u like him?" + ♥ <- ill explain in rooks section hang on lol

once again stay tuned for the google doc shit vil comes up there too lol dsjklfjdslf im so glad i found that doc before i started this bc i forgot about a lot of it. ANYWAY

"Fairy Godmother...2!" Rook:

line to cater: cryptic support

vil's pal, but his partner in non-vil routes

knows all. ALL.

:)

jskdljfdskl so ya rook is like #1 supporter in the cater/vil romance routes, but bc i love rook/vil also, in any cater/someone else routes, rook is probably dating vil instead/eventually lol bc i LOVE THEM SO MUCH anyway.

rook has so much lore but just like lilia hes weird about it. he cant just TELL YOU things outright. where's the mystique. come on now.

"Prince Charming" RSA OC... I have not named him yet <- I hadn't named him til after i made this chart but THIS IS CHAR!!!!

standard au

childhood au

potential red herring

char -> cater: had a crush on cater as children; thinks meeting again is fate

cater -> char: ??? were each others first kiss as kids, but what does it mean now 🤔 [i was being ambiguous on how cater feels about char lol. he may or may not return the feelings depending on the branch]

i go WAAAAAAAAY too deep into the au in THIS POST. Dañarte didn't exist yet when i made this chart so he originally wasnt involved but he sure as hell made his way into the narrative later lol.

i started writing actual story during nanowrimo but dear god it's such a task. idk if i will ever post that or if ill just forever do random lore/doodle posts, and i if i did start posting it, it would be a very casual multichapter sandbox zone for me lol. very messy soap opera energy. we'll see.

anyway i dont remember how much i mention it in the post but char was also i think potentially there to be a rival for other characters. like oh nooo prettyboy from rsa is here to sweep cater off his feet, u better act fast!!!!! jldkfjklsdjfkldsjf i love being corny. anyway moving on,

"Fairy Godmother 4" Kalim:

platonic prince pal [uhh idk if i meant that in some of the aus kalim is a prince, or if this was way back in the early days where i still had misunderstood kalims family and thought he was a prince lol]

connections and money

confused, but spirited

line to cater: bestie nooo don't text ur ex- <- i have a very specific memory of a doodle i did of cater, i think in pop music club, taking out his phone and going "im gonna text my ex" and kalim running for his phone going "BESTIE NOOOO" and i maybe was referencing a meme sorta??? or just a vibe idk. multi layered. anyway idr if i had a specific ex in mind here [it was maybe leona????? bc i DID write that alt:divorced thing for cater and leona.]

it ironically does fit in my char branch once i came up with the shit with dañarte as cater's ex lol but ik that's not what i meant here bc like i said, he didnt exist yet at this time!!!

ok much later i added in idia lol

"MARSHMALLOW fae prince eppa lol" Idia:

aw man i didnt write any notes here LOL but that's ok i know what this was about. this is also the forbidden marshmallow thing i mentioned on the fankids post earlier today sdkjfjdskl

anyway. i maybe mentioned it here once idr butttttt marshmallow eppa stuff. that's a lot of inside jokes my friend and i stacked over time

marshmallow: a few years ago i was drawing cater x various ships loosely for white day bc i didnt get a chance for valentines day or something? idia's thing was giving cater a marshmallow lol. so we have a lot of jokes about idia leaving anonymous marshmallows for cater and cater being like aw man i dont even like sweets. who is doing this to me kflsdfjsl

eppa. ummm. when i was trying to come up with char's name, one of the possibilities was eppa. but my friend came up w/the idea i think of idia having like a fake rsa prince persona that cater falls for, instead of char being a real guy [i split the aus instead lol] and that inspired me to write a little bit based on that idea. i explain it a bit and also posted the [unfinished] story chunks in THIS POST. it would eventually have a happy ending i just didnt intend to write the whole thing so it ends a bit awkwardly here LOL i only wrote a little bit

ok NOW i can talk about the other google docs. kdsjfkldsjkfl from 2 years ago.... ill copy paste exactly what i wrote [and only edit typos/autocorrects lol] and try to explain after if it's needed

[DOC START]

Something something cater wants to go to a party / ball / whatever held by Leona’s family or something. idk what type of universe this AU is exactly but shhh details whatever. It’s a fancy party with attractive people and cater wants magicam pics!!! Maybe also 2 find a prince to fill the lonely void in his heart lol, and Leona is the red herring prince that caters like “omg he’s dreamy maybe He’s The One”

Vil is there for some reason. Maybe he has an invitation as a celebrity guest and cater is begging him to let him in as a plus one? Vil says no and warns him not to try and get in bc guys like Leona suck anyway or something idk (blah blah leonavil divorce lol). Vil doesn’t even wanna go but he has to for his image , and tells cater it’s for his own good that he’s not taking him 🏃 

So caters pouty , and I think this could have different alternate routes. 

One route: he doesn’t find a way in but is curious anyway and finds himself going to the forest outside the venue and hears the jams and stuff, and he’s like “wow why am I so sad that I’d go skulk around the outside of a party I’m not even invited to” and he hears a Voice “you were not invited either, hmm?” And caters like AAAAAAA and it’s a mysterious tall horn man lol. Hornton tells cater that every year his invitation is claimed to have been “lost in the mail” but he’s pretty sure they just don’t send it bc he and the prince don’t get along.  Cater is about to ask how this guy knows the prince , but then the distant music gets all slow and sweet and the mysterious man asks cater to dance with him there in the forest ✨ 

Something something idk where it goes after that but eventually cater learns that guy is Also A Prince lol, his dream of finding prince charming fulfilled. Maybe sometime between meeting malleus and before the conclusion, lilia is the ~fairy godmother~ role of mysteriously befriending cater and being messenger between the two (thinkin about the role he plays in giving yuu that holiday card lol, stuff like that)

Another route: cay cay is sulking and goes to hang out with his good buddy pal kalim, who is this route’s ~fairy godmother~ bc when cater is all 😔 about the party, kalims like “oh! I’ll take you :) I was invited too!” And he buys cater a fun and fancy outfit to wear. 

But then ! Kalim learns that cater wants to go and meet prince Leona, and Kalim is 😬 bc Leona is. not the warmest guy in the world lol. But he doesn’t want to crush his friend’s dreams 🥺 so he has to think of a plan to get him off the Leona track!!! He goes to Jamil, who is like, idk his chef or whatever, bc Jamil knows Leona’s chefs too bc Kalim and Leona’s families know each other and go to each other’s events and hold joint events idk whatever blah blah lol

Anyway point is Jamil knows trey , I don’t know how that really helps anything tho LOL. I think Kalim is like “Jamil help me !! We gotta find other people for cater to talk to at the party so he doesn’t meet Leona and get his heart broken!!!” And jamils like “why does he wanna meet Leona. ew.” And kalims like idk bestie 😖

Anyway. They get to the party and Kalim is trying to introduce cater to every friend/acquaintance he has. Vil spawns a few times and is like cater 😒 I warned u not to come 😒 and caters like 😤 you’re not the boss of me vil!!! 

Cater also gets kinda drained from the tons and tons of people he and Kalim are meeting and chatting with. Jamil is lurking and watching like 👀 🤔 and goes to cater and offers to let him come rest a moment in the kitchen staff room and hide from the bustle of the party. Cater is flustered that Jamil could see he was feeling tired lol, but agrees anyway. 

They go and that’s where he meets TREY, who is there taking a break and idk just made tea that he offers Jamil and cater. They sit and chat a few minutes before Jamil makes a convenient excuse to leave the room and “check on something” aka just leave those 2 alone to bond lol. 

Something something they bond really well and dance together in the kitchen break room or whatever idk lol, cater gives trey his number, so operation distract cater from Leona is a success yaaaaaaay 

Maybe another secret route with vil, like surprise he’s trying to keep cater from Leona not only bc Leona Sucks but also bc he likes cater lol 🤫 

Not related to caterella at all really but too bad close enough it goes in the doc. 

Based off the Japanese version (🥲 eng twst whyyy lol) of that one story between cater and vil where cater says he thought about dating him / vil says dating him would be Expensive lol, au where caters like ok fine challenge accepted, cay cay finds a JOB and ends up… resorting to…. Getting a job at mostro lounge 🤧 to fund his date with vil one day lol. He probs bickers with the fish but also is maybe decent at it bc he’s a chatty boy so he’s like , a fun cute waiter people like having lol, and he’s used to having to work with riddle and the crazy queen rules so like, yeah I don’t think he’d LIKE the job but I think he’d survive, while also complaining to trey and riddle about it who are like “you willingly chose to do this” lol. Anyway plot twist vil was another red herring bc this was secretly a cater/Jade story all along WAHAHA. Idk just I think it’d be cute if they bonded over time working together lol. Coworker enemies to friends to lovers or whatever. Bonus points if Jade liked cater from the start but was just being a weird fish about it so cater was like “ah, psychological warfare, this one is my enemy”

[DOC END]

sorry i kept dunking on leona so hard LOL i think it's funny when characters have beef with each other and i especially love the beef leona has with both malleus and vil in canon skldjfkldsjf. ok that last part with jade is just the stuff that got mentioned in the post i linked in the jade section lol. but the other bits i think were ambiguous not nrc au but i didnt really specify the worldbuilding bc i mean... i wasnt writing a fic i was just having so many ideas LOL

ok we are almost done but while i have u here im just gonna copy past another doc from later that same year KLFJDSKLFJDKSL it's shorter and not really 'caterella' but at this point i kinda call a lot of my cater ship ideas caterellas lol

context i THINK i wrote this when i was falling asleep and also i was still kicking and screaming about using leona for stuff kLJFKDLSJFDLS SORRY I WAS SUCH A HATER and now i have like. a begrudging love-hate relationship with him. hes a bitch but he is a very interesting character 😔 ok i digress that's not the point here kfljdsflks ANYWAY REALLY QUICK CONTEXT the following doc was also bc i couldnt stop fuckin thinking about that flying class leona line where he goes "i caught a bird." bc like wtf. why. cat behavior. put it back u bitch. and then i also would think about how cater and leona both stand on their broom and are regarded as really good fliers. ok ok ok ok let's go

[DOC START]

UGH lol

Leona and the bird right. It’s joint flight class, Leona and cater are standing all cool on their brooms and caters trying to get a selfie, Leona’s like 😒 

Then Leona catches a bird for no reason, as he does, like a cat, and caters like omg ur reflexes are so cool LEMME TAKE A PIC PLZZZZ PLZ PLZ PLZZZZZ and Leona’s like fine whatever do what you want 

Cut to Kalim on the ground like omg I didn’t know cater and Leona were friends!! The second years are sitting in the grass doing stretches for some reason I guess lol. riddles like they’re not friends, wtf is he doing up there 😒 

Kalim checks his phone and sees the pic cater posted , and looks back up where caters still hovering around Leona and smiling, and he’s like OMG do u guys think they’re dating!!!! Did Leona ask cater out with this bird??????

Jamil’s like 😒 wtf why would he do that

And kalims like idk what else would he catch a bird for cater for!!!!!

By the end of the day the rumor shot through the school

Ruggie tells Leona but Leona doesn’t care , rumors are rumors

Then the tabloids are like “second prince Leona might’ve finally found his life companion?!” And Leona still doesn’t care bc tabloids are dumb and they’ll move on eventually when they realize it’s not true

But then Leona’s brother calls and is like “Leona! You didn’t tell me you’d found someone special?? I had to find out through cheka showing me an article online!!! When are you gonna bring this cater boy to meet the family??” And Leona’s like wtf 😠 so he goes to heartslabyul like “hey 😤 wtf is this rumor” caters like I didn’t do it 😒 you literally watched me post the bird pic and that was it, I said NOTHING of romance 😤 

Meanwhile lilia: oh my, you’d best find a bigger bird with shinier feathers before it’s too late

Malleus: [brooding sounds]

Azul: ……what kind of bird do you think Jamil likes….

Floyd: I know! But I’m not telling :)

Birds flock to silver like the Disney prince he is, people probably think he’s got a secret fiancé lol

NO I don’t know where this is going but I thought it was funny 

[DOC END]

fjsdlkfjdlks ok sorry this one actually needs some explaining probably bc like most of these docs theres a lot of inside jokeys/references to many convos we'd have on the characters lol

one point is that we used to joke about like, sitcom style rumors growing out of hand and SO fast. especially with the first years + kalim and silver, but i guess in this case it was the second years, with still kalim LOL jsdklfjds.

second i have many ships. i like bringing them up when theyre not relevant. i like lilia being an embarrassing dad and wingman for malleus. i guess malleus has a crush on cater in this scenario bc i have always LOVED cater/malleus lol.

of course i found a way to mention jamil/azul sjklfjdsljfdlsj i think my friend and i would also joke a lot about azul having a crush on jamil and being kinda jelly that floyd gets to hang w/him at basketball practice/floyd being a little bitch about that for fun KJFDSKLFJKDSLJF

bird proposals. it's absurd but i think these goofyass kids would believe anything if you said it convincingly enough. remember how for like 10 seconds ruggie and the other banana boys thought leona had literally turned into a tsumtsum. anything is possible.

ok dear god my hands are going to cramp ive been typing for like 2 hours. if anyone read this entire thing im very impressed but i highly doubt many people did LOL but that is ok 😌 just looking at the pictures or skimming is so understandable. so is scrolling away bc this was so long LOL OOPSIEEEEEE anyway. i finally got over myself. i have so may thoughts in my head at all times and im literally always bursting at the seams to talk about them. hi. hello.

ok bye KLFDJSLFJDSKL

#uhhh #cereal tries to draw #cereal writes #and also? #caterella #just so i can find this post easier. im sure ill be looking for it one day #and bc i link like 3 other posts in this one lol it's a good ref spot #lies facedown on the floor. do u understand why i kept putting off sharing this LOL #sorry if i missed any typos or if anything uhh. didnt make sense #probably a lot of it doesnt make sense LOL oh well I TRIED #but. i can always explain more. if needed jkfdlsjfkldsj #OK BYE FOR REAL

[sortofanobsession]

To Cry for the Moon Part 3 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: Here is part 3 for you. I do not have dissociative identity disorder (DID) This is a fictional depiction of DID & characters are based on the Marvel/Disney's Moon Knight series. I own nothing. The story idea by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!)

Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader (It'll make sense eventually)

Content Warning: Mental Illness

Word Count: 1k+

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 3: The Alter

Since the outing to the pub with Y/N’s friends, Steven had easily been accepted into the small group of pals. She had been right, he got along great with them. Which led to the pair spending more and more time together. Sprite would tease Y/N that they were practically a couple in all but name. Sersi would shush Sprite and tell her to be nice. 

One night, Y/N says goodnight to the security team as she heads to meet Steven by the lobby doors. She smiles at him when she sees him, but she raises an eyebrow when she sees how nervous he looks. 

“Are you alright?” She asks when she finally reaches him.

“Me? Yeah, I’m great,” Steven says.

She narrows her gaze at him. She can tell he’s lying by the beat of his heart. It wasn’t a malicious lie, so she didn’t push. “Okay.” She nods. “So I have to run home and feed Bas, then we can go to Dinner?” She wraps her arm around his hoping to calm whatever has him so on edge. 

“Do not chicken out,” Marc said in the door's reflection. “The longer you drag this out the weirder it will be.”

“Yes,” he nods. “What about the dog?”

“Sprite took him out, she figured he needed some fun because I’m so very boring,” Y/N grins. 

“You’re not boring,” Steven states.

“To Sprite everyone is, the dog is the only one that rivals her energy. The cat hates it.” She chuckles. 

Sersi and Sprite are still out when she enters their home. She picks up Bas from where the cat had been brushing against Steven’s feet. “I’ll just be a minute,” Y/N says as she disappears into the kitchen. 

“Do it now, so we don’t have to do it in public,” Marc says from the reflection on the coffee table.

“Are you crazy? That will ruin the evening,” Steven says in a harsh whisper at Marc’s image. 

“We are crazy, look at us! You prefer to make a scene?” Marc counters.

“Fine, fine,” Steven relents. “We can do it now. Try not to scare her.”

“You sure you’re alright?” Y/N asks as she walks back into the living room. She’d heard his voice but he didn’t have his phone out.

“Yes, we’re fine,” Steven says.

“We? You got a mouse in your pocket?” She jokes. 

“Not exactly,” Steven lets out a nervous laugh, “can we?” He gestures to the couch. 

She narrows her gaze at him, to study his body language and focuses on his heartbeat. An old habit from the day of handing down judgments. No human can lie to her. They just can’t. It’s how the feather knows the truth. Arishem had seen to it. She shakes herself, takes a seat on the couch and waited for him to start talking. 

“There is something I need to tell you,” Steven starts.

“You can tell me anything, you know that it wont leave this room,” she assures him. 

 “I’m me, but I’m also not me,” Steven says.

“Okay?” She looks at him in confusion. “What does that mean? Are you going to tell me you have a wife and kids somewhere and like a double life?” It’s a joke but she doesn’t miss the way his heart rate spikes. 

“Ex-wife, no kids, and even that is not entirely-” He starts. She holds up her hand and takes a centering breath.

“Hold on, are you or aren’t you Steven Grant?” She asks, really honing in using her powers.  

“I am.” 

He seems honest. So she nods. 

“And I’m not, let me explain.”

“The weird thing is you’re not lying. I can tell you aren’t. So please yes, explain.”

"Have you ever heard of dissociative identity disorder?" he anxiously asks. 

"Like...like multiple personalities?" She asks for clarification. She didn't know what she was expecting but that was absolutely not it. Humans still managed to surprise her after 7,000 years.

"Yes, exactly that," Steven seems to relax slightly. "I really like you, and your friends are great but we didn't think it was fair to go much farther and not tell you."

"So when you say we, you mean you and another you," she says gesturing at him. "Both in there, in you." It wasn't the craziest thing she had heard. She knew literal gods that took over minds and bodies. She had felt fractured and broken minds and hearts be judged through the ages. She had felt their pain in a way. Part of her missed having Druig and Phastos there to help her understand these things. The human heart was easy for her to understand, the rest of it was harder. 

"Yes, that is what we mean." He smiles at the fact she was clearly trying to understand. They appreciated the effort. 

"Okay," she nods.

"You don't have to be afraid," Steven assures her. 

"Way to not be ominous," Marc says but his tone becomes less sarcastic as he adds, “Doing just great, man.”

"I'm not.” She could feel how genuine he was trying to be. He was trying to show her who he really was, or rather how they are. She chuckled to herself. “Have I met him? Them?"

"Marc? No."

"Marc, just the one?"

"Yes." She hears his heart rate change.

"That's a lie isn't it," she sighed, he had been doing so well. "I won't think any less of you. Just don't lie to me."

"How does she-" Marc starts but Steven ignores him.

"There is but he only ever comes out in absolute life or death and we know nothing about him."

"Okay, that sounds terrifying but okay."

"How are you so calm?" Steven asks her. 

"Because you have not met the rest of my family. Pretty sure one of them is a klepto, and another is in a cult." She knew that was an understatement, Makkari was easily bored due to her speed and loved collecting things. She’s just had several millenia worth of precious things. And Druig ran a cult, but that was a detail for another time. "Don’t get me wrong, I still love them. They are my family, but Sersi and Sprite are the more normal ones. Phastos too, but he lives in the states."

"Wow okay, so you aren't scared? Or angry?"

"No, can I meet him?" Her curiosity starting to get the better of her. She loved that she could still be so surprised, especially by Steven, and well Marc too she supposes.

"Fine," Steven agrees. She watches as his whole being seems to shift. Her powers pick up on how his body language, his mind, and his heart feel different. 

"And you're Marc?" She asks, only somewhat skeptical. 

"That's me, and I know it's weird but-"

"Okay, nice to meet you, Marc. We are going to have a chat about that wife thing but," She stands up and straightens her jacket. "But I'm going to need a drink and we have dinner plans in like 10 minutes? Don't care which one of you it is, but I lost half my lunch break to a kid nearly destroying a priceless vase, so we can talk about that over food, yes?"

Marc glances down at his reflection and Steven is clearly in shock. Marc shrugs. "Dinner works for me."

"Do you really have an American accent?" She asks as they head out the door. 

"Well I am American, so yeah." 

"Of course you are," she chuckles. 

"You're really not freaked out by this?" He asks as she locks the door. 

"Trust me, Marc, you are far from the strangest person I have ever encountered. Fractured psyche aside, just wait until you meet Kingo. He is something. And he will ask you more questions than Sprite and talk your ear off. But he is busy in Bollywood and I haven't seen him in ages." Another understatement but she wasn't even sure if she would see Kingo in Marc and Steven's lifetime. Not outside of one of his films at least. No need to overload him, them. Still weird to think about, but she'd adjust and balance as always. It was her nature.

"Huh," was all Marc replied. 

"You were expecting a different reaction?" She asks as they exit the building and start down the street.

"Honestly? Yeah. Layla didn't believe me, and she had already met and thoroughly confused Steven."

"Let me guess, your wife?"

"Uh, yeah." 

"Smooth," Steven says from a window. 

"So about that…" she starts to ask. 

"Drinks first, I am going to need lots of drinks," Marc admits.

"You and I both, pal. You and I both." She laughs, looping his arm through his as she does with Steven. 

The wind kicked up as they walked. Y/N could have sworn she saw a familiar silhouette crouched on a roof across the street but it was gone when she looked back. She squeezed Marc's arm tighter. If they noticed the figure or her actions, neither Marc nor Steven mention it.

#moon knight x reader #marc spector x eternals!reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x female!reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x female!reader #steven grant x reader #Eternals!Reader #Female!Reader #Moon Knight Eternals crossover #To Cry for the Moon fic

[jokeringcutio]

e-books & Financial support

If you are into Dark Romance, like older men and villains, then I have just the thing for you ♡ Prepare to be ravished by dangerous men.

About this e-book project: Some of you have kindly shown interest in supporting me financially, either as a thank you for my writing or to help me out with my health costs. I wanted to give you something in turn and even shut down my ko-fi for a while so people couldn't donate. And I came up with a way that you can donate me a bit of money and get something in turn.

As you can see on my new website, I have given The Chance to Make A Change a rewrite that I am offering to you as an e-book. Yes, a rewrite to avoid it being a pure fanfic - the tale will be mostly the same but with alterations, name changes etc that make it more acceptable for me to offer it to you as an e-book. I have some rewrites of shorter reader x (mostly older men) villain tales, that include a brand new tale that hasn't been posted anywhere online. It's called (very uninspired) Beauty and the Villain and is also available as epub and mobi. I have been working on my bigger Joker tale The Man Who Claimed to Be Yours and on a rewrite of it. Because of my health and all the drawbacks, I am focusing on finishing the rewrite first and am considering to only post the full rewritten version e-book version. This tale is not in my shop yet but I am working on it and it should be there somewhere at the start of the new year, possibly the end of this. Why now? As some of you who have been following me for a while know, I have been ill on and off since 2020 and this year they made several discoveries that have me in and out of the hospital. I have been hesitant to accept donations before - those who supported me, I thank you so dearly ♡ But with all the costs, this seemed like a good time.

Do the Rewrites mean the Fanfics will be taken offline? Whatever I have already uploaded will remain online. But I have found, over the years, that fanfiction isn't online forever. And by rewriting these tales, I hope I can offer a way for you to keep them with you even if the internet versions one day fade. At the same time, it provides you with a way to show me support with me giving you something in turn. And the rewrites are done in such a way that I dare to offer them to you without being fully fanfiction, but having been turned into more of an original tale (even if certain fandom readers can guess what they are inspired or based upon, at least in the cases of the two multi-chapter tales). So your website? If things go well, health-wise, and I am on the mend (hopefully somewhere during the new year) then I plan to post more reader inserts on my website as e-books and possibly as paperbacks of entirely original tales ( - not like the CTMAC and TMWCTBY stories. They are exceptions I have made for the purpose of allowing you to help me out financially). I also wish to offer free e-book versions there in the future, so it won't just be to sell books, I have plans for free stuff up there as well :) . You won't find me selling pure fanfiction on there. Not only is that not allowed, but it should remain free for fans to read. Proper fanfiction I will post here or on AO3 like I always have, nothing will change. My website is there to offer extra tales and I will tell you about them when they appear.

For now, I want to say thank you to everyone who has supported me so far. Thank you for letting me know that my tales helped you through a difficult period in your life, that you have returned to them time after time again, that you want to keep reading them.

Thank you <3

#dark romance #e-books #dark romance ebooks #support a hobbyist writer #health update #personal update #tctmac #tmwctby #beauty and the villain #reader inserts

[lorillee]

btw can you tell me about how that cat is an incel

AAAHGH i typed out this whole thing and then tumblr screwed it up and deleted everything. wailing and gnashing of teeth. but thats okay. ill explain it again. anyways to any of my 5 remaining warriors mutuals if you see this post and i got something wrong i apologize to be honest its been like a decade since ive read the books that encompass this whole mess. anyways. ive provided a helpful relationship map to give you some visualization and keep these people straight

ok. so tldr. sort of. actually not really but whatever. so basically brambleclaw is a special prophecy boy who gets a dream from the dead ancestors being like "ok you need to go 🚶💼🚗 on this journey 😤💥😎 and do some stuff 😌✨🌠" and brambleclaw is like "ok got it boss 🫡" and goes on his journey to do some stuff. its not relevant to the love drama. squirrelflight invites herself along and they end up becoming friends and later start dating. at some point after this brambleclaw starts striking up a relationship with his half-brother and squirrelflight is Not A Fan partially because his half-brother is Kinda Shady and partially because shes suspicious because of his dad, who is also brambleclaw's dad, who really sucked as a person.

so squirrelflight tells brambleclaw that he needs to stop hanging out with his half-brother, and brambleclaw gets mad and accuses her of suspecting him purely based on their dad (and if she doesnt trust the half-brother because of his dad, what does that say about their relationship etc etc). so they get into a whole fight about it and its a drama and they break up. in the aftermath squirrelflight starts hanging out with ashfur who is Just Some Guy and they start dating. meanwhile leafpool gets a dream from the dead ancestors thats like "ok so get this 👀🤯💥 squirrelflight and brambleclaw 😳👫💖 are like . totally destined to be together forever 😌✨🌠" and leafpool is like "ok got it boss 🫡" and tells squirrelflight. squirrelflight is like omg for real???? and tells brambleclaw and they get back together. ashfur fades into irrelevancy.

shortly before this, however. leafpool breaks off her illegal relationship (illegal because 1) shes a priestess and cant get married or have kids and 2) because the guy shes dating is from a rival clan) but later finds out - oops ! - shes pregnant. unfortunately this is now. a problem. in the meanwhile squirrelflight gets a dream from the dead ancestors thats like "okkkkk so like 😳😭😔 sorry to break this to you but ummmm 🤯💀🧍‍♂️ youre infertile 😌✨🌠" leafpool asks squirrelflight to take her babies and pretend that they are hers and brambleclaws and squirrelflight is like "got it boss 🫡". so squirrelflight lies to 1) the clan 2) the babies and 3) brambleclaw that they are hers and brambleclaw's children. no way thisll go wrong right 😎👍

so things go normally for a few years and everything is fine. then one day theres a huge storm after a drought or something i think and the entire forest catches on fire. squirrelflight is trying to get the kids out (they are adults now) and its a problem but hey look! ashfurs here to help! oh- oh wait whats . whats he doing ummmm. so basically ashfur says something to the extent of "you ruined my life i hate you so much im going to kill your kids in front of you to make you understand how i felt every single day" completely unprompted and squirrelflight is like "um. uhhhh ok well have fun with that because theyre not even my kids 👍" <- clearly last ditch effort to get ashfur to leave and ashfur is like "wait what for real? um. well okay bye then" and leaves.

one of the kids who is a massive stickler for The Warrior Code has 57 moments in a row though because she has just been alerted to the fact that she is an Illegal Baby and Should Not Exist and murders ashfur to prevent him from revealing the truth about them but then ends up having a Mental Illness Moment and tells everybody about leafpools illegal relationship babies at the monthly gathering of all the clans and runs off into a cave and fakes her death kind of. its a whole thing

#lorillee.txt #ask #cartoonrival #also i want you to know that the dead ancestors lied to squirrelflight about her being infertile #and then later get mad at her for taking the kits and lying to everybody about it #dont ask me how this makes any sense at all. it doesnt. starclan sucks #lorillee.png #<- also. i guess

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

What do you think of Soulmate AU with the Grimm Reapers where every person is born with a symbol/tattoo that changes color according to your soulmate mood and will start glowing once you meet them. When your soulmate d*es, the tattoo loses color and turns grey. Now imagine your tattoo is already grey from the moment you're born (since Reapers commited s******) meaning your soulmate d*ed before you were even born! Everyone feels sorry for you but you accepted the fact. But one day, your tattoo unexpectedly starts to glow!

aaaaaaaa it makes me cry, is what I think!! so obviously I had to write it XD

and you don't have to put asterisks like that with the words, tbh; while I do tag triggers when I can, replacing letters like that makes it more difficult for blacklist to catch it. I've had my own issues with it, as well as reading others' thoughts.

for example, typing out "suicide" will cause blacklist to catch it, so that any post with the full word "suicide" will be blocked if someone has "suicide" blacklisted. if you type "s******" or "su*cide" or any combination of asterisks replacing letters, blacklist will not catch it, and people who actually have "suicide" blacklisted might see the post since it won't be blocked. if you want to make sure that people who have a word blacklisted won't see a post like this, don't replace letters with asterisks, just type the whole word and blacklist will catch it!

ok PSA over, now onto, THE REAPERS MY LOVES-

He’s… a little sad for you, that you lived so much of your life thinking you’d be alone forever. Even though he knows people are born alone and die alone, they shouldn’t live alone. He always knew he’d have someone, based on his own tattoo, but you must have been so worried. As soon as the two of you meet, he apologizes for what he’s done to himself, because it led to you suffering and wondering and feeling like something wasn’t right. However, now the two of you have found each other; even if his afterlife ends up being cut short by his illness, he intends to spend the rest of it getting to know you. And… hopefully you’re happy getting to know him.

As much as he regrets what led you to him, he’s grateful he found you. At some points, he would stare at his own tattoo and will it to turn grey, simply so he could know you would stop being tortured by the thought that he was dead. (And stop eating at him with guilt, knowing that he’d doomed you before you were even aware of him.) You didn’t let the so-called impossibility stop you, and… he found you, at last. It’s… okay, that it’s him you ended up with? You’re not disappointed? Well. At least now the two of you can be together without any cares. Now that he has you, he promises, he’ll do anything for you.

Goodness, it’s about time you showed up! They’ve been waiting for you, you know? Of course… they know they haven’t done themself any favors. Unfortunately. By killing themself before they could meet their soulmate, they’ve effectively made you think you’re never going to find them. They’ve been watching their own tattoo daily, excited by your feelings of passion when it turns red and wanting to rip apart whatever made you sad when it turns blue. And here you are, at long last! They’re ever so delighted that you didn’t give up looking for them. You held out hope for them, and now they get to be with you. It’s like a fairytale, and now they get to live with you, happily~ ever~ after~

That’s just his luck, isn’t it… that he’s fated to have died before his intended ever existed. He’s angry at himself that he took his life away, but he can’t help thinking — would he have had someone else if he didn’t? If he stayed alive, would he simply have no soulmate at all, because there would be no way to be with you if he hadn’t died? It makes his head spin and he loves it, some unknowable questions to ponder over. He’s overjoyed that he finally gets to have you, though, so as long as the two of you are together, he doesn’t fret over what might have happened. As long as he isn’t a letdown to you, he’s glad that things eventually ended up where they did. You’re the best puzzle of his life, and even if he never figures you out… he loves the adventure of trying.

God, he was starting to think he’d never get to be with you. And here come to find, you thought you were fated to be alone from the start? He’s gone through so many people trying to see who it was who was his. Countless one-night stands, endless breakups when it became clear he wasn’t compatible… there’s never any way to know for sure. He’s been lonely, searching for you. There’s a little guilt that you had to live for so long feeling lonely too… though, now that you’re together, he’s prepared to thoroughly enjoy being with you. He’ll show you the best of this life that he has to offer, if you’ll let him!

Damn, did you really wait all this time for him? Instead of just going off and trying to find someone else? He held out for you because he knew you were alive, but if he thought his soulmate was dead… he would probably give up on the idea entirely. A person only gets one, right? He’s disappointed in himself that he made you wait, that you almost certainly felt isolated and pitied and a million other things. It’s bullshit, and he’s the one who put you through it by killing himself. Then again, it may not have worked out this way if he hadn’t, so… it’s complicated. If nothing else, he’s thankful he’s met you at last; he thoroughly teases that now he has even more of a reason to want to be done with work.

You must have known they would find you soon enough! You never gave up hope, ja? Here they are with you now! It’s not something that they really like thinking about in general; the fact that they took their own life. It’s worse that doing so led to you thinking you were destined to be alone forever, so it’s something they have to confront particularly after first meeting you. They’re… sad that what they did led to you suffering. They never wanted to hurt anyone but themself. Even then, it’s… ugh. It’s a lot. They’re just so happy that you’ve found them now, that finally they have their beloved! You must have been so lonely, so they plan to make up for lost time. They also take all the photographs of you, wanting to have as many as they can. They’re so excited to start building a life with someone!

This is… it’s real, at last? After waiting for so long, the two of you have finally found each other? He was starting to think it would never happen, that even though his own tattoo proves otherwise, he was doomed to be alone. So many people he’s seen die, so many he’s lost, and none of them have been the one. The very first one he lost drove him to kill himself out of grief, and… it’s infuriating, that this was the thing that would lead him to meet you. He’s waited so long for you, and you’ve been in so much pain just like him, because you thought for most of your life that he was dead and would stay dead. But… he’s here now, love. He’s here. You’ll never be alone or doubt his love again.

It’s not any great surprise, is it, that what he did begets ever more punishment? It’s just a tragedy to him, that his actions led to you being punished. You’re the one who’s been hurt and has thought that the person you were meant to be with was someone you’d never meet. He’s not happy with himself, that you’ve been through so much and it’s his fault. All he can do now that he’s together with you is try to make sure the rest of your life is better than what came before. Even though he works a lot, surrounded by reminders of death, he’s with you as much as he possibly can be. Any time that isn’t taken by his job is yours. While he may not be overly emotional… there’s no denying that he loves you, that he’s glad to have you, and that he’ll do anything to make sure you know it.

#suicide tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alan #Eric #Grell #Othello #Ronald #Rudger #Sascha #Undertaker #William #reaction #romantic #soulmate AU #drama #hurt/comfort #MY HEAAAAAART!! #one hell of a queue

[rhymeswithfart]

Hello hello! Just dropping in to say that your different Sonic SATAM verses are really really cool and your art is lovely! It’s so pretty! ;u;

I’m so interested in these verses now. I was wondering, do you have a story, or a comic, or a post about the lore of them? They’re just so neat I wanna know more! It’s so interesting!

Have a great day! :)

Thanks so much!!! 💖💖💖💖 I'm so glad you like it!

(I actually forget if I made an actual lore post with all the stuff in one place rip) my lore is also pretty disorganized for most stuff, I'm just doin whatever, but here's some of the more fleshed out lore I have.

The reverse aus mostly follow similar storyline points to canon, with diversions due to the characters having different personalities. The satam one is based on that plot point where Robotnik and Snively are the sole survivors of a space colony, while the Archie one is based on the overlander-mobian war thing.

Both Satam and Archie reverse have a bloody war (which Julian served in as a medic before becoming Minister of Medical Science) that ends in The Great Peace, ushered in by Jules Hedgehog. However the "peace" is only in name, as the empire of anti-King Acorn is fraught with oppression and state violence. The lower classes starve while being crushed under Acorn's brutal rule. Julian and Johnny, along with several other revolutionaries, succeed in overthrowing the tyrant, but the kingdom is thrown into turmoil in the process. Princess Alicia, (anti-Sally), takes this opportunity to throw her father into the Zone of Silence with the help of anti-Sonic (this happens later than Robotnik's coup in the canon universe).

The Suppression Squad (anti-FF) is either staging a coup, being mercenaries for whichever forces are fighting for power, or just being general troublemakers at this point. Anti-Sonic hasn't yet become known as Scourge. Julian retires from his position as minister and sets up his clinic. Johnny manages the security and more actively fights against any would-be tyrants/terrorists. He doesn't have the same code against violence as Julian.

As the Suppression Squad gets more violent powerful, and Scourge starts his conquest of Moebius in earnest, Johnny and Julian flee into the Great Forest and create a force-field that makes their encampment invisible to unwanted guests. They take refugees and injured people in.

Here's some of my reverse StC lore. It follows the "Ovi Kintobor was transformed into Doctor Robotnik in an accident" storyline, but it has Kintobor being part of a very suppressive, fascist ideology. Robotnik is the product of Kintobor's repressed kindness and compassion, things that Kintobor would see as weakness and treachery. The badniks (goodniks?) in this au are like ai life support systems and mobility devices for disabled Moebians, as well as protection from danger. They're like mech suits that protect their little buddies.

Reverse Sonic Underground is based on some of my conjecture about the ppl from the Six is a Crowd episode. Robotnik was once the music teacher for the triplets. Anti-Aleena ruled over a society similar to the "Great Peace" I described in Satam/Archie, where the upper classes thrived and the average citizen struggled in poverty. Robotnik was part of the lower class, and suffered from an ailment which he couldn't afford to have looked at (also lived in a dirty-ass apartment with nasty water and mold probably). Despite this, he did genuinely care about the triplets, even being closer to them as a parental figure than their mother. At some point, his illness caused him to develop necrosis in his arms and legs (or something I'm still figuring it out) and he had to have them all amputated, nearly dying in the process. Aleena arranged for him to have cybernetic limbs attached, and moved him out of his deathtrap apartment and into the palace. (that's the backstory and I'm still figuring out how they got to the point in the episode)

#answers #text #lore post #sonic au lore #reverse Archie lore #reverse satam lore #long post #revetse stc lore #sonic au #moebius #reverse underground #reverse underground lore #queen aleena #reverse robotnik

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Keep Your Eyes On Me • Chapter 13

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Mitchell!OC

Summary:

Elizabeth “Ghost” Mitchell is the daughter of what some would say is the most decorated Naval Captain. But when she is called back to North Island for a special mission she is forced to face her past loves, past hurts, and past losses.

Warnings:

violence, swearing, PTSD, war, mental illness & probably more

Word Count: 3,751

Cross Posted: A03 • Wattpad

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Liz stood in the kitchen, cutting some more veggies before moving over to the stove and adding them to the boiling pot. Her father walked into the door. 

“They didn't have the exact brand you needed, but I bought this one instead,” he said, walking over as she aggressively stirred her yummy concoction. 

“Shit, okay, that will have to do,” she grumbled. “Thank you, dad.”

She turned back to what she was doing, not noticing the soft smile forming on the man's lips at her calling him dad. He slipped off his leather jacket, gently putting it on the back of the dinette chair at her island before rolling up his sleeves. 

“Okay, what can I help you with?”

“Can you peel those potatoes please?” she asked, pointing to the pile.  The man immediately jumped to work before noting how quiet the house was. 

“Where’s Bradley and John?”

Elizabeth immediately shot a look at him causing him to shrink back a little. She really did have a scary kill face. 

“They have been banished from the home until further notice,” she said darkly. The boys had tried to help but already ruined part of her dishes and did not know how to work with multiple people in a kitchen. Therefore, they were told to go do whatever the hell they wanted. “Besides, gives me an excuse to get John out of the house, I have a surprise for him,” she said, her deathly look turning soft at the thought. 

It was like it was on cue when the door opened up, revealing a 5’7” goddess of a woman. Liz's eyes immediately turned into hearts. 

“MEDUSA!!” she shouts, immediately running to and engulfing the shorthaired, heavily tattooed woman. She clung onto her tightly, making the woman drop the bags she was holding to stabilize herself and hold on to the short woman she had grown to love. 

“Hello, hotness, how are you doing?” the woman said, looking down at the grinning woman. 

“Better now that my crazy hot wife is here,” she hummed before pulling away.  Liz looked behind her Army buddy to see the even taller Amazonian woman. She immediately screamed and ran toward her. “NATIA OH MY GOD!!” she shouted, the two women reuniting.

Pete stood in the kitchen smiling as he looked over his shoulder at his daughter and the two women. The one with short hair walked toward her.

“You must be Pops?”

Pete looked at her. 

“I suppose I am. You are?”

“Danielle Hart-Gibbs. Army Helicopter Pilot.” She started as she went to hold her hand out to shake. Behind her, the two other women squealed and praised each other all the way into the house before accidentally slamming the door, making the two begin to cackle, just about peeing themselves. “Served with Elizabeth in Afghanistan.”

“Pete Mitchell, nice to meet you. Thanks for keeping her safe.”

“She didn't keep me safe! I got a bullet wound and a stab wound in her care!!” Elizabeth shouted as Natia ran to the powder room. 

“Hey! I pulled you out of the wreck and basically carried you to safety!” Dani protested, crossing her arms. This caused Liz to laugh as Pete looked between the two in amusement. 

“You sure you can't stay? I would love for you to meet the team,” Liz said, a frown forming on her face. She hugged the woman tightly, getting soft pets in return. 

“Yes I'm sure, I have to report to base at 1500,” Dani hummed. 

“Fine, thank you so much for picking Natia up from the airport. It means a lot!”

“Yeah, no problem! She was a blast! I see why John married her!” she said, looking at the time. 1400. “Alright well I should be going. Nice meeting you, Pops!” she said, waving at Maverick and catching Natia just before leaving the house and driving off. 

“She is so fun!” Natia expressed, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders, her nice flowing sundress complimenting her natural features softly. 

“Isn't she? I just love her, real madwoman,” Liz hummed. She then looked over at her father. “Oh! Natia, this is my father, Pete Mitchell.”

“Aloha!” she said, moving in to hug. “I’m a hugger! Not sorry!” she expressed, pulling the shorter man into her as he gently hugged her back.  

“Natia is John's wife. I decided to surprise him and fly her in before we ship out tomorrow,” Liz explained, turning back to cooking. 

“I see! Well, your husband is a very talented WSO. He has shown nothing but hard work and dedication for the past few weeks I've known him. Plus he keeps this one safe,” Pete said with a smile. 

“Ah! It's more like Elizabeth keeps him out of trouble when I'm not around!” she said with a laugh, looking at the food-filled kitchen. “Sunny let me help you!” she said, immediately getting to work. 

Natia put the last main dish into the oven as Liz began working on some sides. By this time, Liz had opened up some wine for the three of them to begin drinking. Pete sat on the chair, leaning against the island as Liz fiddled with the charcuterie board. 

“So, Pete Mitchell, do you have a lady friend?” Natia asked as she sipped her wine. She set down the glass before going back to slicing the pepperoni, handing the pieces to Elizabeth and eating some. 

“I do actually,” he said with a smile. 

“Oooohhh, what's her name?”

“Penny Benjamin,” Liz said, answering for her. “She was a young fling he had when I was younger. Turns out, she aged like a nice barrel of wine and doesn't take his shit anymore,” Liz said with a grin. 

“Ohhhhh I see,” the Samoan woman oozed with a grin. “So are the two of you official?”

“Well that's the thing,” Pete started. “I told her I wouldn't leave her again, but now that I'm team leader…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure how I'm supposed to tell her that I'm leaving again.”

Elizabeth and Natia stopped what they were doing, looking at the man as if he was mad before looking at one another. 

“¿Es este hombre un loco? ¿Por qué sigue aquí y no con su mujer?” Natia said to Elizabeth. (Is this man a madman? Why is he still here and not with his woman?)

“Porque tengo demasiado miedo de lastimarla demasiadas veces y perderla para siempre,” Pete replied, surprising Natia with the fact that he knew spanish.  (Because I'm too afraid of hurting her one too many times and losing her for good.)

“Natia is right though. You should be with her. The longer you wait, the more it will hurt her, trust me.”

“I don't know,” Pete said, shaking his head. “I’m breaking my promise again.”

“Ah! If you don't go to base, throw on your Whites and get to the bar right now I might kill you,” Elizabeth protested. 

“Here take these with you!” Natia added, taking Elizabeth’s flowers from the vase that was already conveniently wrapped in a bow.

“Yeah take those! And you pour your heart out to her!” The two women ran around grabbing things for him, like his shoes and his jacket, basically forcing the man out. 

“What about the party?”

“Don't worry about it! I’ll blame Simpson!” Liz shouted, watching her father smile. He waved at the two women before climbing onto his bike and riding off with the flowers. 

Eventually, it was time for the squad to make their way to Elizabeth’s home. The first to arrive are Natasha and Bob. That's when Liz texted Bradley and John to come back home. The next group is Fritz, Yale, Harvard, and Echo. Then it was Omaha, Javy, and Jake. Jake brought in a bundle of flowers and some whiskey. 

“This is for the lovely hostess,” he said with a smile as he handed her the flowers and whiskey. Liz looked up at the man with a smile. He wore a white shirt with a black and gray flannel overtop, black jeans, and of course, where would he be without his cowboy boots? His sunglasses hung from his white shirt. 

“Thank you, I was in the market for some flowers, and… Jeez Seresin, that's expensive whiskey,” she breathed looking at the brand.

She leaned up, kissing him on the cheek before quickly turning away to put the flowers away. She caught a glimpse of Natia giving her the ‘Oh, my that’s him isn't it’ eyes. Liz gave her a shy, blushy smile as she cut the stems and inserted the flowers in the newly empty vase. It wasn't long until Bradley, John, Reuben, and Mickey arrived, making the entire crew finally at the Mitchell household. 

John was a smiley mess before he froze, his eyes locking on the women his days and nights rose and set on. 

“Surprise, my world!” Natia said.

John basically bulldozed Bradley and Javy out of the way, engulfing his wife in the tightest, most tender hug he could muster before pulling her in for a deep kiss. The group of aviators cheered watching the couple. 

“When did you get here?”

“A few hours ago, Liz flew me out for you,” Natia explained. John's eyes shot over to Liz, who smiled. 

“I knew you were my favorite Mitchell,” he breathed out before leaning in to kiss his wife again. 

“When was that ever a question?” Liz said, confused, making the group laugh. 

“Where's this sick man cave I've been hearing about?” Fritz asked. 

“Oh, it's in the basement! Grab your food and we can go down!” she said, being sure to be a good hostess.

Eventually, everyone made it to the basement, spreading out as Liz went over to her jukebox and pressed ‘shuffle music,’ beginning to play over the speakers throughout the room. 

Everyone was getting rowdy, speaking over one another and laughing. Some moved over to play pool while others played arcade games. It was a blast. A good last night before the mission.

Elizabeth stood on the other side of the bar, listening to Mickey and Bob have a very intense conversation on the implications of tribbles in the Star Trek universe. Liz, being more of a Star Wars gal herself, was only really versed in the newest Star Trek movies with Chris Pine. She wiped down the bar as she listened before she began thinking about the next day. 

They would be shipped off to sea tomorrow. Flown and dropped off to a carrier off the coast of Russia. Five of her friends could possibly be chosen for the mission due to happen in the next day and a half. It made her stomach turn. She could lose everyone she held dear. She was confident Jake or Bradley would get chosen as wingman. They were the best when it came to their times and how many times they scored. She didn’t know who could be the two-seater planes. One of them had to be Phoenix and Bob. The other, well, she knew it wasn’t going to be her and John. The conflict of interest was too high.

Her heart began to race as she began to think about everything that could go wrong. Her eyes looked over the twelve others in the basement, smiling softly at their smiling faces. She couldn’t fathom losing any of them.

She silently slunk away, her toes silently padding up the hardwood stairs, eyeing the mess she had before her. She quickly began going to work. She cleaned up what she could, packing away food into to-go containers for everyone and throwing away what needed to be thrown out. Her back was towards the door as she began to wash some of the dishes, her hands being a little tougher than they should as she mentally panicked about having to go to yet another funeral. 

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” Liz grumbled, not bothering to look behind her as she heard the familiar chuckle.

She continued to scrub at a particularly stuck-on stain on her favorite skillet. The man didn’t say a word as Sunday Kind of Love began playing. She began scrubbing harder before strong arms wrapped around her hands turning the faucet off before hands gently took the sponge and skillet from her hands. She protested a little before the man's gentle hands went to her waist, gently turning her towards him. 

Elizabeth looked up at those familiar green eyes in defiance. 

“You need to relax, sunshine,” Jake said softly.

She looked over his face, now catching on to the song as Jake pulled her in close, slowly beginning to sway them. As if it was natural, she leaned her head onto his chest, this time not having heels on to make her reach his shoulder. Jake moved to take one of her hands, leading them to dance properly. Both of them closed their eyes as they soaked in the song. Neither of them noticed the eyes on them from the basement door. Bradley and Natasha watched the two of them before carefully making their way back downstairs to make sure nobody tried to bother the dancing couple. 

Elizabeth opened her eyes, gently looking up at the man in front of her. Her heart jumped when she noticed he had been staring at her already. Liz looked at his lips before looking at his eyes as Jake slowly stopped their movement. His hand gently cupped her face before kissing her lips softly. Liz immediately melted into the kiss, her fingers gripping his flannel and t-shirt tightly. Jake’s hand pulled in her waist, deepening the kiss. But before their kiss could become any more desperate, Liz shot her eyes open before pushing him away looking up at him wide-eyed. 

“Liz,” Jake breathed out, shocked at what just happened. 

“N-no d-don’t Liz me,” she breathed out, tears threatening to escape. Jake moved to step forward only for her to step back. 

“What’s wrong,” he asked, growing concerned. Should he have not kissed her? Did he mess up? Were his hands not where they were supposed to be? His mind was racing. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her in any way. 

“You're going to die,” she breathed out. Causing him to straighten up a bit. 

“What?”

“Everyone is going to die,” she said, elaborating more. “You're gonna get picked and you're gonna die. And so is my dad and so is Bradley,” she said, her voice getting shaken and panicked before she laughed a bit. “Or worse yet, I'll get picked and die and I’ll have to relive thinking I've lost you forever again. Left you behind without telling you how I feel,” she breathed out, not recognizing what she had just said as she continued on her rant. “Damn it, Jake, don’t look at me like that!” she shouted a little. He hadn’t even noticed the confused look he had on his face which slowly turned into amusement as she continued. “The day of the bird strike, all I could think about is how I would be leaving you behind without saying how much I—“

But before she could get another word out, Jake reached over grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her in for another kiss. 

His hands gripped her arms before sliding up over her shoulders and up to her face cupping it tightly as he kissed her even deeper. He slowly pulled away, his hands going to her shoulders again as he looked her in the eyes. 

“Why would I care about any of that, sunshine? We’re here right now together. We will worry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes,” he said gently. Elizabeth looked up at him wide-eyed and flustered. The kiss made her brain a little fuzzy. 

“Kiss me again?” she asked timidly, making a grin form on his lips.

He slid one of his hands up before gripping her neck lightly, squeezing just a little as he pulled her in for another kiss. His other hand moved to cup her face. Her fingers went back to his chest, desperately grabbing at his shirt. Jake slowly walked her back towards the counter, easily reaching a hand to lift her up onto the counter. He moved between her legs, holding her close to him as he continued kissing her. 

This was all Liz had wanted for the past two weeks. Having him back in her life made her realize how much she missed him. Craved him. Loved him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. Her hands went from his chest to around his neck, fingers immediately making it to his hair, combing through it before gripping lightly and causing the man to groan against her lips.

After a minute, Jake had enough. Gripping her waist, he pulled away from the counter. His arm hooked under her ass to carry her, his eye peeking open so he could see where he was going, only for Liz to pull away from his lips to begin trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck. She nipped and bit, trying to leave any mark she could as he began walking them up the steps. Her lips immediately went back to his as he opened her bedroom door, easily closing it again with his foot. 

The room was mostly dark with only a few fairy lights and a dim salt lamp to illuminate the cozy space. Liz unhooked her legs causing her to drop, pulling Jake to the bed by his dog tags. Her eyes looked needily up at him before she pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him and grinding down on his eager bulge. She kissed him again before he could say a word and moaned softly against his lips. 

The two continued to kiss one another as they slowly undressed each other, eventually leaving the two of them naked as they slowly kissed and grinded against one another. It was slow. It was intimate — something they had never done with one another before.

Tonight could be their last night before dying. So both of them were going to make it count. It had been nine years since they shared a bed with one another. Nine years of pent-up angst and emotion. Two years since they shared a kiss.

Jake was gentle, slowly worshiping every inch of her body. Tender kisses were planted on her face, neck, breasts, and oh so many between her beautifully thick things. His fingers gripped them tightly as she gripped his hair. Her eyes took in every look he gave her. His ears were eager to hear her call his name. 

He needed to love her. Show her how much she meant to him. He savored every inch of her soft skin, cherishing it as he slowly inserted himself into her. How warm she was, how welcoming. 

She looked up at him, taking in his parted lips and ragged breathing. His tousled hair. She trailed her fingers up his muscular chest before leaning up and kissing his lips as he slowly began to move. She never knew he could be so gentle. She rolled her hips against his, their moans intermixing with one another’s. As his face went into her neck, she groaned at the feeling of his lips and teeth. A hand went to his head and gripped his hair as the other gripped his back, digging her nails in as they made love. She needed to memorize every muscle, every movement, so her head was swimming with only him. 

Their interwoven limbs and desperate calls for one another picked up as they began to reach their first climax. Jake reached down to rub soft circles around her clit, causing her to moan just a bit louder. The two looked into one another’s eyes as their foreheads touched. Jake gently rolled his hips into her’s. Their hips began to skip and become less fluid with their motion as they locked lips, moaning as they climaxed together. The two held onto one another as if they let go, it would all be a dream and they would be back with their original squadrons on separate places on the map. 

The two layed there for a moment before Jake gently pulled out, laying down next to Liz before softly pulling her into him. He buried his face in her braided hair, smiling at the soft cocoa butter smell.  She snuggled into him as the two still panting lightly. Not that what they had just done was very rigorous. But they hadn’t realized they were holding their breaths most of the time. 

After a moment they both could hear the sounds of Natia and John from the room next door, causing the two of them to laugh. 

“I guess we weren’t the only ones with the idea.”

“We lead by example,” Jake commented back, causing them to laugh once again. She began to play with Jake's chest hair. 

“You didn’t have this last time.”

“Don’t like it? I’ll shave it,” he hummed causing her to gasp. 

“Don’t! It’s really…” It made her want to devour him but she was too shy to say that. The man grinned down at her. 

“I’ll steal the moon for you if you ask,” he said gently. 

The noises from the other room got louder, causing them to laugh even more. They looked at one another before kissing once again. 

“They're really having fun aren’t they…” she mumbled before biting her lip and looking up at him.

He looked back down at her, searching her eyes and causing him to slowly grin. He immediately shifted and sat up in bed, gripping her hips roughly before aggressively tugging her to the edge of the bed, causing her to squeal and laugh. 

“What are you doing?” She asked, covering her face shyly. 

“I’m competitive, sunshine. Let’s show them what it should sound like.”

Liz groaned as the house rang with different alarm bells and ringtones. Everyone’s morning alarms went off as they were to report to base by 0300. Liz slapped around for her phone which ended in a whispered “shit.” Her eyes opened wide, looking over to see Jake rubbing his eye.

“Nabbed me right in the eye,” the man said in a pained whisper, causing her to giggle a little.

“Sorry.” She leaned up to give him a soft kiss. It felt good to wake up to a not-so-empty bed. 

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its the sextuplets birthday! in celebration im ranking them based on personal preference <3

karamatsu < i like him

osomatsu < i like shitty older brothers when theyre not my own

jyuushimatsu < i dont even think he knows how baseball works

todomatsu < hes such a bitch i love him

ichimatsu < cat

choromatsu < at his best when insane

the nature making numbered list make it so that they all have a rank but if anything it would be like > 1 karamatsu >2 osomatsu / jyuushimatsu >4 todomatsu / ichimatsu > 6 choromatsu

now im gonna proceed to rank them as combinations <- insane behavior

i got the names from this list!

im mostly ranking them by how funny they are but comedy is subjective feel free to send me anon hate ovr this i dont care

doing this in a five star format! ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

choukeimatsu: starting out strong! i love shitty older brothers! they suck <3 five stars ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

sokudomatsu: its ok, i like they more when they act out as other characters than themselves, they either do a funny skit or their manzai act, this one is a toss up for me! ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖➖

parkamatsu: their shittyness and cuteness level gets balanced so evenly... its precious to see truly..... however!!! its cute to see oso treat ichi like a cat / a future ward of the state but alas its not tickling my funny bone as much ⭐ ⭐ ➖➖➖

bakamatsu: i like stupid idiots, i want more of them ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖

benimatsu: oso n todo are such shitheads fr, they enable eachother to be the worst version of themselves, which is both cute AND fun ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

suirikumatsu: i read this one comic where they both get bullied by everyone else and then get revenge at the beach, (ill find and reblog later) other than that i dont think they really have that many skits together? booo. its rough out there ➖➖➖➖➖

iromatsu: its mid, it makes me cringe more than laugh, well, thats a lie sometimes i do laugh, its a toss up really, (i do like the bazooka scene tho) ⭐⭐⭐➖ I

musclematsu: while iromatsu its ichi using kara as a chew toy karamatsu is like, a chew toy with spikes, and fire and hurtful things, so ichimatsu receives psychic damage by that. Yeah that does not happen with jyuushimatsu this is like a uno reverse, these two are made or way harder stuff, and way dumber too, five stars ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

woodmatsu: theyre sweet :3 its a good balance between karamatsu being a chewtoy and todomatsu being the tsukkomi fishing with love letters and falling in love with the same cashier? pretty solid gags ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖

middlematsu: funniest gag they ever did was the fact that they never talk to eachother, nobody has a good time here, four stars only bc its a rare one ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖

wakabamatsu: are u fucking kidding me ok this one is interesting bc when jyuushi is the boke i feel like the skits run way to long, i still laugh but whatever not the point. but when they make jyushimatsu choros tsukkomi??? insane behavior honestly. ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖ ➖

cybermatsu: funniest shit ever, choromatsu shines with todomatsu as his pair truly, funniest shit ive ever seen ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

numbermatsu: top tier! what do i ever have to say here they just work ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

110matsu: catty bitches, ichimatsu gets to be weird in new ways here such is the curse of being a good straight man! hang in there todomatsu!! ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ➖

youngestmatsu: they r so fucking cute, cant remeber any skits with them tho, oh well ⭐ ⭐ ➖➖

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ok now im gonna do groups!! but not really just the ones i care about, fuck the list im doing numbers now:

125- i like idiots, i want more of them, jyuushimatsus fun day with his big brothers (goes wrong) <3

456- shitty little brothers represent! u cant be mad at them theyre just little guys and its their birthday :3

346- catty bitches but more toxic, this one rulez, the self awareness has left the room

146- i think theyre neat

126- this is just my dream blunt rotation lets move on

246- i thought abt girlymatsu for a bit and passed out for a sec imagine this with me

thats all!!! get out of my post!!!

#osomatsu san #ac #long post