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chantersboard · 4 months

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Lovely To Be Rained On With You

Summary: 3K. Reader and Joel rush to find shelter from the storm

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, post-outbreak, oral f!receiving, unprotected PIV, creampie

A/N: okay I have spent so much time on here reading other Joel fics and enjoying myself so I kinda wanted to give back. but first of all I need to get three things off my chest. one, it's been a long time since I've written anything. two, this is my first writing The Last of Us. three, and probably most important as I beg for kindness, it's my first time writing smut. this has been sitting in my docs for too long so Imma just press post and walk away. enjoy! AO3

The weather was changing rapidly. Not long ago it had only been partly cloudy, but now, for as far as the eye could see, the sky was one massive, threatening cloud. The leaves danced on their branches as the gusting wind flowed through them; their rustling a constant melody accompanied by the quickening beat of two pairs of boots.

Tightening the grip on your rifle, you look up at the darkening sky. The weapon could protect you from a lot, but not from this. It had been four days since you left camp and it was still another day’s walk until you returned.

There was no outrunning this storm.

A few feet ahead of you Joel Miller marches onward, his broad frame and long legs setting a rapid pace you struggle to keep up with. The pack on your back is overfilled and heavy with recently looted goods. It causes your steps to be slow, more cautious and measured.

You take a deep breath, “Joel…?” you begin. You’re both thinking it. Someone has to say it out loud. “It’s gonna pour in any minute.”

His graying curls dance along with the leaves in the wind. He steps over a fallen tree then turns and offers his hand to help you over. You graciously accept it, sliding your fingers over his calloused hand. The weight of the bag digs into your shoulders as you step over. Had it not been for the heavy sack you would have been closer to camp by now, but those supplies are the sole reason the two of you journeyed so far away.

“I know,” he says as you join him on the other side of the log.

“We’re too far from camp—”

“I know,” he repeats, his brows furrowing. He scouts the distance, bright eyes scanning left and right, through the trees and beyond. A bead of sweat slowly falls down his face, the unseasonable hot May weather demanding to be acknowledged.

“There was a cabin…” he trails off, lost in thought. You look ahead, only seeing trees. “D’you remember? Was it before or after all those alliums we saw?”

You think back and try to remember this area from a few days ago but a lot had happened since: Joel injured his shoulder wrestling with a jammed door; you found and promptly devoured a can of ravioli; there were two separate attacks with solitary infected; finding the motherlode of supplies in what looked like a doomsday prepper’s basement; oh, and then there was last night.

Still riding the high of finding all those medical supplies and ammunition (and a bottle of bourbon), the two of you spent last evening in high spirits. You shared stories and laughed and drank. Joel hummed a tune that had you swaying your hips and smiling towards the obsidian sky. For a moment things felt so easy and normal.

At some point that night, with only a sliver of the moon in the sky, you stumbled in the darkness and fell into Joel’s arms. You had looked up at him, your hand rested on his strong chest as you breathed in the scent of him. Your body tingled where his hands pressed into your waist. The stars twinkled above him as he smiled crookedly and whispered, “y’okay, sweetheart?” and you nearly confessed. Nearly told him how you truly felt about him. Nearly revealed you knew he watched you when he thought you couldn’t see.

Nearly kissed his gorgeous face.

But then he dropped his hands, the magic of the moment gone, and you swallowed your feelings. You fell asleep last night wishing things were different. Wishing Joel was yours.

A single raindrop plopping on your forehead brings you back to the present. “We saw the cabin first,” you recall. “And then the flowers.”

Joel nods, walking forward even faster than he had before. He too must have felt a raindrop.

The two of you continue onwards, the sky teasing you with singular drops of rain as you migrant the woodsy terrain. It doesn’t take long until you see them in the distance.

Alliums. The purple flowers, towering high on skinny stalks, sway in the wind. The bulbous plant, petals like bursting fireworks, are scattered across the field. The sight of them brings you relief. It shouldn’t be much longer until you find the cabin.

Just as you walk past the last bunch of flowers the sky begins to open up. The rain comes softly at first. Small drops that slide off your skin and moisten your clothing. Foolishly, you believe if it continues like this you’ll be fine. But as lightning shoots across the sky and thunder shakes your body, the drops grow heavier, their frequency increasing.

The rain continues to fall harder as you trek on. The sound of water blanketing the land drowns out everything else. Joel turns and looks behind at you, his normally bouncy hair weighted down and plastered to his face. Another clap of thunder rings as the rain soaks through you. It seeps all the layers of your clothing, through your jeans, through your socks, pooling in your boots.

Walking is becoming more difficult as your boots sink into the mud, your clothes are soaked through and heavy and your cumbersome backpack doesn’t help. You’re about to yell ahead, tell Joel it doesn’t even matter anymore, that you’re too tired, but then you see the cabin.

It’s a tiny little thing. The sheltered patio leads into one cozy room. To your right is a kitchenette, directly in front of you is a small living space, and further back, against the wall rests a bed. There’s a closed off area there as well, presumably a bathroom.

Joel crosses the cabin, his hand resting on the pistol holstered to his hip, and peers into the smaller room. His posture relaxes and he gives a quick nod. The cabin is safe.

You rest your rifle against the wall by the door and unceremoniously drop your bag. Relief spreads through your bones. You arch your back and stretch your arms upwards, pulling the muscles along your spine. You glance across the room and there it is again—Joel is watching you. His eyes travel your body and linger where your soaked top clings to your chest.

He’s lost in the sight of you. You raise your arms higher, his gaze warming your cheeks and your core, and you push your chest further out to taunt him. The wet fabric is unforgiving and you're sure he can see your hardened nipples even from across the room.

You decide to break the silence. “You think it will last long?”

Joel snaps to attention, his eyes finding yours as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Huh? What was that?”

“The storm,” you pause to lick your lips. “Do you think it’ll last long?”

Joel sets his backpack down at the head of the bed. “Not too sure,” he looks past you out the window at the turbulent weather, “regardless, we should stay here for the night.” He opens his bag and begins to rummage through it.

You nod as you walk over to the foot of bed. With your back facing him you sit on the edge. “In that case I’m gonna get out of these clothes.”

You wrap your fingers under the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. You toss the clothing and it lands with a loud slap on the wooden floor. After kicking off your boots and socks you lift your hips off the bed enough to push your jeans to your thighs. You struggle to get the tight and stiff wet denim off your legs.

You lean back on your forearms and look behind at Joel. He’s suddenly very interested in his bag. You watch as he digs around, the muscles in his arms pressing against his tee. His face is glistening wet and it highlights the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw. He’s just as handsome as always.

“Hey, Joel?” You bite your lip and wait for his attention.

His hands still as he looks down at you. “Yes, sweetheart?”

The endearment makes your heart swell. You swing your dangling legs. “Can you help me out of these? They’re giving me trouble.”

He looks at the jeans halfway down your thighs. You’ve changed in front of Joel before but after last night, after spending so much time alone with him, things have gotten intimate. You feel exposed half undressed in your mismatched undergarments, but it’s also exciting and your breath quickens under Joel’s glare.

“Yeah, I can help,” he nearly whispers. He drops his bag on the floor, the stuff within no longer important, and rounds the bed. You lift your legs when he gets close and await his touch.

He holds your ankles first. Gathering the material there, he attempts to pull, but the jeans barely move. So his hands climb up, over your calves, then behind your knees, and when they reach your thighs he pauses. He hooks onto the edge of the material, his thick fingers touching your bare skin, and pulls.

The jeans start to give way. As he tugs your body jostles, your breasts bouncing lightly in your worn bra, each jerk becoming more arousing. Once he’s peeled your pants off he discards them onto the floor along with your shirt.

“There ya go,” he says as he comes between your legs and leans in. “Will you be needin’ anything else?”

He looks at you, his eyes intense and questioning. He’s so close you can feel his body heat, even with his cool wet shirt brushing against your bare torso. A flash of lightning briefly brightens the room. You swallow hard and wait for the resounding thunder. You won’t repeat last night. You won’t let this moment pass.

“Kiss me,” you whisper.

And suddenly Joel’s lips are pressed against yours. He kisses you hungrily, mashing himself against you, finally feeding the longing you’ve both felt for some time. You part your mouth and allow his tongue entry as you melt into him. You explore each other, your hands running along his chest as you’re rendered breathless under his kissing. Your fingers tangle in his shirt. You pull at the fabric wanting to feel his skin against yours.

Joel breaks from the heated kiss and straightens his body. His eyes are dark and filled with lust as he yanks his shirt off. You watch him as you scoot back on the bed and fully lay down. He kicks off his boots and undoes his belt and jeans. His body is strong from years of manual labor. There’s a line of hair on his soft belly that trails under his boxers.

“What else do you need, sweetheart?”

You can’t tell if the roaring in your ears is the sound of the rain or of your quickly beating heart. Joel waits for your answer as he unclips the gun holster from his belt and rests it on the floor. His hardening cock springs free when he drops his pants and boxers.

He strokes himself slowly and you watch as his cock gets harder in his grasp. You rub your thighs together, desperately seeking relief for the growing ache between your legs. You unclasp your bra and cup your breasts. Joel softly grunts when you pinch your nipples between your fingers.

The sight of him bare and beautiful leaves you breathless. He looks so handsome with his hair slicked back and glossy from the rain. The sight of his cock, hard and ready for you, sets you on fire. He licks his lips and all you can think about is those lips on you. On your mouth, on your tits, on your cunt. You have never wanted someone so badly.

“You, Joel,” you finally say. “I need you.”

He smiles at your answer and makes his way onto the bed. He takes his time crawling up to you, planting kisses along the way. He pauses when he meets the apex of your legs.

His fingers curl around the band of your panties and he pulls them down and off. You open your legs, inviting him in, so desperate for his touch.

He looks up with hungry eyes. “I want to taste you,” he says as his fingers part your pussy lips, opening you even further for him.

Joel opens his mouth and presses his tongue against your cunt. He licks up, takes his time savoring you until he passes over your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation has you moaning and lifting your hips to meet his mouth.

“Oh, Joel,” you whine as he continues sucking and licking you, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the point of his tip. One of his large fingers finds the entrance to your hole and pushes inside.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he mumbles into your folds. “One of my fingers isn’t enough, is it?”

Your hands run through his hair as he inserts another finger inside you, your walls clenching around him. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them into the spot within you that has you moaning his name.

Your pleasure grows as Joel finds his rhythm, his mouth and hand working together to bring you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Please, Joel,” you’re begging, pleading with him. “Don’t stop! I’m so close, please don’t stop!”

So he doesn’t. His moans join your screams of pleasure until the pressure in your core finally snaps. Your back arches and your legs shake as your orgasm rips through you. Joel’s fingers continue to work through your high, prolonging your pleasure until your legs relax and your grip loosens from his hair.

“Fuck,” you exhale as Joel crawls up, his strong body caging around you. He leans into you, the touch of his skin on yours and the weight of him soothing your body. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck as one of his hands squeezes your breast, his fingers playfully twisting your nipple.

He’s planting kisses on you again, on your neck, along your jaw, then on your lips. You moan when you taste your own release on his tongue as he slips it between your lips. You spread your legs further underneath him, a fire burning in your core that only he can put out. His cock rests thick and hard between you.

“I still need you,” you whisper, lifting your hips to grind yourself against the length of him. You need all of him, every pound and every inch. You need his touch, his lips, his moans. You need him around you. You need him in you.

He grunts as you rub against him, your wet hole eager to be filled.

“I need you too,” he whispers back as he reaches in between your bodies. He grabs himself and aligns the thick head of his cock at your entrance.

You whimper as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Inch by inch your walls stretch to accommodate his shaft. Seeds of pleasure start to grow when he’s fully inserted into you.

Joel stills inside you and looks into your eyes. His face is twisted in bliss. “Goddamn, your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he rasps. He sharply exhales when you flex your cunt around him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He begins to pump his hips then, making soft shallow thrusts until he’s gotten used to the feeling of you. He moans into your mouth as he picks up the pace, nearly pulling himself out of you entirely before plummeting back into your depths.

His dick is intoxicating. Waves of pleasure wash over you each time he rams himself deep in you. He fills you completely, your wet hole stretching around the length of him.

Joel begins stroking faster, his hips snapping into you at a blinding pace. Your fingers dig into his back when he rocks into the spot that makes you arch your back and moan his name.

He smiles, satisfied with the pleasure his cock gives you. “Right there?” He asks as he continues to mercilessly drill into you, pounding your sweet spot over and over again.

“Yea—oh my god, Joel—yes!”

He’s already pushing you towards your next orgasm and he can sense it. He repositions your bodies, folding you nearly in half as he brings your knees up.

You scream out as the altered position lets him stroke deeper inside you. His cock hits your cervix, pain and pleasure meshing together, forcing you closer to the edge.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Joel asks as your moans increase in volume. “Look at your pretty pussy juices making a mess… so fucking wet.”

You look down where the two of you are connected. You watch as he disappears inside you and then reappears again, shiny with your slick. The image makes your head spin.

“I… oh fuck! I’m gonna… I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna cum on my cock for me? Huh?” His strokes are becoming more erratic, his own orgasm approaching. “Gonna let me feel that pussy grip my dick while you cum?”

Joel’s filthy words combined with his dick destroying your cunt sends you over. You yell out as your orgasm knocks over you. Your pussy pulsates around Joel, pushing him over the edge. You milk his cock as he cums, his dick twitching inside you as his warm seed fills your hole.

The two of you lay there a while, Joel softening inside you as his body envelopes yours. When your body has relaxed and your breathing has slowed Joel softly presses his lips to yours. He rises and slowly pulls out. You feel your combined arousal spill out of you once he’s completely out of the warmth of your cunt. You immediately miss the fullness he gave you when he rolls over to lay beside you.

The storm continues on outside. Fat raindrops pellet the cabin and the wind rattles the windows. Staying in was a good call, the sky was already darkening with the approaching night.

You look over to Joel. His eyes are closed, his face is soft and relaxed. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so calm before.

“Y’okay, sweetheart,” you ask, mirroring Joel’s words from last night.

Joel chuckles as he intertwines his fingers in yours. “Yeah. I am now.”

#Joel Miller #Joel Miller x Reader #Joel Miller x You #The Last of Us #Joel Miller smut #joel miller fanfiction

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psycholattemacchiato · 8 days

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braids and confessions

pairings: felix x gn!reader

warnings: friends to lovers; slight angst; but basically just tooth rotting fluff, really

summary: ever since felix decided to let his hair grow, you asked him if you could braid his hair. but he always said, that it was too short for proper braids.

word count: 1,2k

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"Can I? Pleasee! Pretty please let me braid your hair!" You ask Felix for the tenth time this day. "I bet it's long enough by now. And you've been saying 'No' to me since like a lifetime." You pout.

"You know that it has been just three months right? And I've just been saying no, because-" "You don't want me to braid your hair?" You interrupt him. "No, but because I want your braids to stay longer than just ten minutes in my hair. And my hair has just been too short."

These were words you heard a lot in these past three months. It was either that his hair was too short, or he had to color it, so it would be the pretty blonde you liked so much.

"Those words are just excuses. Just tell me, you don't actually want me to braid your hair and I'm just annoying you right now." You huff.

"Oh hell no! You know how much I like your hands in my hair, but-" He looks away sheepishly and you could swear you just saw a slight tint of red on his cheeks. "But what Felix? I wanna hear it." you say much softer now, careful not to get him even more flustered, even though you have to admit, that he looks pretty with that hue of pink on his cheeks.

"No, it doesn't make any sense." He whines. You take his chin in your hand and softly force him to look in your direction. "I don't care if it makes any sense, hell, most things don't make sense to me. But, please, try to explain."

"But you could be mad at me." "You know, that no one can stay mad at you long enough, right?" "But it'll ruin everything."

"You, Lee Felix, cannot ruin anything, if anything, you always put the pieces back together." You assure him.

It is kind of good that you're both sitting on the couch already, because Felix decides to just dive head first into a pile of pillows, and if you weren't sitting close to it, you couldn't have stopped him from falling off the couch, because he aimed a bit too right to completely hit the pillows. "Ugh Felix, you really need to work on your aiming skills." As an answer he just grumbles.

"So care to tell me now? You know I could help you sort it out." You suggest. "No, this cannot be sorted out. This is a world's doomsday." "Dramatic much?" You chuckle. "I don't even know what it is about but I can already say, that it's not that that bad, you seem to be just exaggerating."

"No I'm not." He argues back and you sit up straight. "Then tell me please. I don't like seeing you worked up that much. And it really has to bother you, like a lot. So come on, you know that talking can help."

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you" He grumbles and sits up, but avoids your eyes.

"So like, I- uhm, I like you." He blurts out. "What a relief" "No, not like that. I like you romantically, I think, but I was too afraid to tell you, because I think it would ruin our friendship, if one of us catches feelings."

"So just to be clear, you think that, if one of us catches feelings our friendship slash relatioship-bond we have would get destroyed?" He nods hesitantly. And. you can't help but laugh, while he just looks at you with an eyebrow raised and that questioning look on this face.

Once you manage to get control over your breath again you grin at him and say: "Well then, if catching feelings would ruin anything, I kinda got that covered already."

If possible, Felix's eyebrow wanders even higher up. "I like you too silly." You explain to him.

And now he let's out a shaky breath. "But, but, why? Aren't I too feminine for a guy, or weird, and, and-"

"Hey, hey, listen to me. Being too feminine or too masculine is just a thing society uses to explain itself to others, who don't understand, that there are no such things, and that it is just more complex than some primitive minds, who just can't wrap their minds around the fact that there isn't just black and white but there are so many shades of grey and other colors too. And a person isn't too much of anything. A person should be allowed to just be themselves."

You end your little speech, feeling proud of your choice of words, and when you look at Felix, you have to blink a few times, to see, if you just imagined the little hearts in his eyes, or if they were really there.

"God that really makes me want to kiss you right now." Felix says without thinking. You smile but feel your face heat up at his words, so you hide it in your hands and just slightly peek through your fingers. Just to see him smiling back. "Can I? I mean can I kiss you? Do I have permission?" He asks while he removes your hands from your face, and you nod sheepishly.

And then you feel his lips against yours, at first just a soft and light touch, almost, as if it was an illusion. But then he takes your cheeks in his palms and angles his mouth. The first few moments, you don't know what to do, then you try and kiss him back. You move your lips in sync and your hands, that seemed lost on your sides find themselves entangled in Felix's hair, occasionally tugging lightly.

When you both have to break apart to take a few breaths again you lean your foreheads together and it feels even more intimate that the kiss you shared just a moment before.

"So does that mean, that I can be your boyfriend now?" He asks you while looking at you with these puppy eyes you just can't say no to.

"Yes Felix. It means that you can be my boyfriend. But only under one condition." "Everything" He answers almost instantly. "I finally get to braid your hair." You smirk triumphantly. "Yes, you can braid my hair." He grins at you. "I actually would love to have you braid my hair."

That's how you end up, sitting on the couch with legs spread, and Felix sitting on the floor in between them while hugging a pillow and enjoying the feeling of having your hands in his hair.

The distant sound of some TV-Show playing, adds to the domestic feeling, while you two are just talking about anything that comes to your minds.

Taking three little strands at a time, you start waving them together, until the three strands make one. You then grab a little hair tie to stop the hair from entangling itself from the braid. After that you repeat the process two times.

In the end, Felix has a total of three simple and little braids in his hair, two on each side of his hair, and one that can only be seen if he tucks his hair behind his ear.

For your good work with his hair he rewards you with lots of kisses and cuddles.

And when he gets on stage a week after you braided his hair, you spot these little braids, that he still carries with him.

But you weren't the only one who spotted them. Because on some gossip pages, you found posts about his little braids. 'Lee Felix, member of Stray Kids has been spotted with little braids, he seems to worship very much. Does he have an anonymus partner, no one knows about yet?'

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a/n: i just wanted to write something domestic and sweet, and kind of reassuring. because i felt like some people still judge others just on what they see, and i actually would have wantedt to hear these words too at some point, but there are people out there who need these words as much as i did. i hope y'all have a great day/night, and make sure you stay healthy. because you all are equally important. even if society makes you feel little and unnecessary. always remember you are loved. by stray kids and stay, and other people, you may not even really know.

#nicos thoughts #felix x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids #lee felix x reader #gender neutral reader #reassurance #felix fluff #felix comfort #skz stay #i'm a simp for lee felix with long hair istg

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rockrosethistle · 4 months

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Workin Boys was literally the only thing that saved Hidgens from being flanderized beyond recognition

(Spoilers for Workin' Boys)

So what I think a lot of people don't give much thought to is how much Professor Hidgens as a character has evolved since tgwdlm, essentially becoming a parody of himself.

Think of Hidgens as a character. What are his defining traits?

Did you think about how he is a doomsday prepper who has been stockpiling supplies for 20 years? Because that's how he's introduced in Guy.

Did you try think about how he has a weird relationship with his Alexa? Or did we forget about that?

In fact, for the majority of TGWDLM, Hidgens' main character trait is that he says weird shit with a Doc Brown voice.

The whole concept of Workin Boys isn't even introduced until the last half hour of the show. That's where he reveals his real motivation: to live out the musical he wrote as a young man.

Actually, no, that's not right. Because his motivation was world peace, and Workin Boy's was just a convenient means to that end.

I won't disregard the fact that Hidgens clearly has an emotional connection to the show, but in Guy, it serves as a punchline rather than a driving force.

So now we have this lovely, morally-grey, multi-layered character that we can work with.

By the time we get to Time Bastard, the fandom is expecting a show stopping number reference, so of course we get that.

But at this point, Hidge is still that multi-layered character. Sure, showstopping number gets a callback, but we also get a callback to his strange relationship with robots. They make up an equal part of him as a character.

By the time we get to Honey Queen, we have lost several aspects of Hidgens altogether. He is no longer a doomsday-believing recluse. He is now active in the community and his only motivation is to get his show funded. He brings it up at every chance he gets, and his loyalties lie with whoever is more likely to make Workin Boys happen.

So how the hell do we come back from this?

Well, at first it seems like we're not going to. Workin' Boys (the short film) comes out, and it looks like we're leaning even harder into this aspect of his personality than before. But then we get hit with something we're not expecting: Hidge gets the Ted Spankoffski treatment.

I'm referring to Ted's backstory in Time Bastard, where we learn that all of his actions actually stem from a single, traumatic moment, which in his eyes forced him to alter his behaviour, so as to not go through the same trauma again.

Can you see where I'm going with this?

The backstory we get from Hidgens certainly puts things in perspective. No, it's not enough to explain why his behaviour has been so laser-focused on this one show, but it's a start.

Then comes the part that changes everything.

It's left up to interpretation whether these ghosts Hidge is seeing are actually there, or just hallucinations, but that doesn't really matter.

Hidgens had been through a horrible experience, so traumatizing that he is still literally being haunted by it decades later. For one reason or another, he believes that the only way he can relieve himself of these ghosts is by bringing honor to the loved ones he's lost and telling their stories.

This reveal recontextualizes everything we know about Hidgens as a character. Suddenly, this isn't a story about some guy who just really wants to put on his musical, this is a story about guilt. Of course it would be the driving factor in his life. Look at him apologizing to his boys. He feels like he is slandering their memories with everything that goes wrong for the show.

This is supported even more with the ending.

Henry Hidgens dies with a smile on his face, believing he's finally achieved his goal: to tell the real story of what happened that night.

It finally makes sense as to why we've lost those parts of him--we've retconned the character by revealing that all that simplification of his goals and traits wasn't flanderization at all, but a steady downward spiral of grief over his loved ones. It wasn't Hidgens getting a little too into being a playwrite, it was him descending into madness caused by the inability to please the part of himself (or the literal ghosts, if that's how you interpret it) that believes he's not doing enough.

And if not for Workin' Boys, he would have remained that one-dimensional character.

#starkid #hatchetfield #npmd #tgwdlm #hatchetverse #team starkid #professor hidgens #henry hidgens #jeff blim #nightmare time #nightmare time 2 #nmt #nmt2 #character analysis #analysis #rose rabbles #honey queen #time bastard #the guy who didn't like musicals

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stargalaxxy · 2 months

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⋆˚࿔ Boyfriend Scenarios 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - Ninja Boys - His Feelings ⋆˚ʚɞ

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁Oki, it's been awhile since I made a boyfriend scenario, this is suppose to be like the guys realizing their feelings for you. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) This was a struggle though, and thinking about the next one is already having me worryyy haha (╥﹏╥) But I hope you like bcs I kinda dooo ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) But for a next story I really want to write something for Nya but I don't really have any ideas so if anyone wants to request something for her by all means lemme know I would love to hear what you want.. But no more talking enjoyyyy ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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♡‧₊˚Let’s Fall in Love♡‧₊˚

♡‧₊˚Lloyd Garmadon♡‧₊˚

‧₊˚ ⋅You Calm His Mind‧₊˚ ⋅

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ It was no surprise to anyone that Lloyd was struggling with a lot on his plate, taking the mantel of green ninja and fulfilling prophecies.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ However, dealing with it as a responsible adult was a surprise to everyone given his still maturing mind.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ When he made the sacrifice, he knew that he was taking away your childhood as well, when you all got back to the Monastery. He stopped to apologize for his choice saying it was the only thing he could think of before consulting with you,

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ You smile as you hug him “you don’t ever have to apologize for doing the right thing, you were so brave today. Thank you for saving us” you look to him as you played with the back of his hair absentmindedly.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ After that you helped him move his things to the boy’s room orders from master Wu, where Lloyd will stay while you kept the guest bed of where you both use to sleep.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Placing a hand on his heart that night as he remembers your hug, Lloyd’s mind was racing from the walk home from Doomsday Comix that night, but after your words his anxiety leveled as you held him close.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Growing up he would constantly question his actions taking careful steps to seem like a capable leader for his brothers and you, training harder and displaying a serious exterior.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ He admired your growth just as much as you did, noticing how you would push yourself, how your element has gotten stronger and how you were better at controlling it.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Whenever he saw you struggling Lloyd would encourage you to keep going, to try your best and never give up!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ “Ninja Never Quit” head ahhh

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ He’d notice every time you would shake your head and snicker playfully at his motivation making him shout at you defensively before noticing your grateful smile. Grabbing his outstretched hand and thanking him,

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ His cheeks turned red as his eyes. He pulls you up looking away with a pout. Secretly loving the way, you turned him into mush just from your looks or words.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Whenever he wanted someone to talk to when his thoughts got to heavy, he’d go to confide in you, in return he’d notice how you would do the same.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Those nights of when you two would hang your legs on the side resting your chins on the rail as you talked to each other enjoying quiet silence or him enjoying your voice.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ During these moments when you both sit under a sea of stars accompanied by a light breeze, he would wish for time to stop just to enjoy the tranquility, no evil dad, no enemies, no fulfilling prophecy.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Just you and him and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎀 ⋅ ☆ ˖°

Lloyd follows the sound of giggling as he looks to your cracked door, he knew he shouldn’t be peaking into your room. Since getting a talk from his brothers about how girls liked their privacy,

Lloyd blushes at the awkward conversation as he rolls his eyes knocking lightly on your decorated door. Your giggling stops as you shuffle in your bed,

“The doors open” you call from the other side. Lloyd pushes the door open taking the invitation as he notices your surprised expression, Lloyd hasn’t been inside your room since the change.

So, he knew seeing him was a surprise to you, Lloyd knew he was welcomed as you had invited him in the past. However, the thoughts of being alone in a room with you made his heart skip in ways that he has never experienced so he’s denied the offer or would excuse himself with a fake task leaving you behind.

So now here he was in your room decorated to your liking which was really cute in his opinion, your room screamed you, it was comforting in a sense. Lloyd takes notice of your favorite colors scattered around the room with other colors that complimented the scheme that you were going for,

“Wow (y/n), your room looks amazing” Lloyd compliments as he walks over to you plopping himself on the floor. He hears your giggle as his ears start to flare up, “what are you doing? Come up here” you pat the spot next to you as Lloyd nods hesitantly. He gets up to sit at the place you patted, awkwardly shifting his feet, “so, whatsup?” you ask as you sat your elbow on your crossed knee resting your cheek on your palm as you look to him. Lloyd lets out a chuckle that he's been holding in,

Why was he so nervous, he’s never been nervous of you, if anything he’s always saw you as a challenge. Avoiding you when you were kids as your teased him and he’d scheme pranks on you, but now you both would look away from each other stuttering on words and making lies to get away from one another.

What was going on?

“Oh, y’know the usual, fighting Kai, beating Jay, helping Cole, and learning from Zane” you lift yourself up as you chuckle, “That’s a lot… How are you handling it?” You would ask that a lot checking on him to which greatly appreciated since no one had ever asked him that.

“It was hard at first, but it’s becoming second nature now.” You nod at Lloyd’s answer as you look away to your hands, “why’d you decided to come to my room?” you ask looking to him again with a teasing grin. “You starting to get tired of your brothers~” you laugh as Lloyd grins, “I’ve never been good at sharing” Lloyd huffs as he grins at your laughter. “How’s the room, s’pretty spacious” Lloyd looks around as you nod, you rub the back of your neck, as you mumble something that the average person couldn’t hear.

However, when you look to Lloyd the blush on his face said otherwise as he grips the sheets under him quickly looking away as you did the same.

‘The nights are lonely without you’ is what you said, meaning for it to be internal as you move a part of your hair behind your ear. Your blush was evident on your face to Lloyd’s view,

he swallows hard as Lloyd looks up from your wooden floorboards sucking in a breath as he says the words that has been inside his head since he left your room that night.

“I miss you too, (y/n).”

( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

♡‧₊˚Kai Smith♡‧₊˚

‧₊˚ ⋅You calm his anger‧₊˚ ⋅

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ It was no surprise to anyone that Kai Smith had strong anger in him, since he was toddler, they have been destructive as his parents knew it was connected to his element of fire.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ However still concerning, as when Nya was born Kai’s parents wondered how he would act around her during his destructive tantrums,

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ When Kai met his sister, they knew he would protect her from anything. Being a caring older brother, he helped them around the house, taking on responsibilities that was uncommon for a three-year-old.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Then he met you, and his anger finally settled as he found someone else, he loves to protect,

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ But when you tell him that you were moving Kai felt his world shatter as he felt his anger take over, why? why did you have to move, why did it feel like you were leaving him?

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ But when he saw your sad face his anger dispersed to comfort you, saying all the new things you’ll see and do, he hated to see you cry as he tries to comfort you the best he can.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Trying to make you feel better takes his anger away as he always stated how much he likes your smile as a kid.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ It seemed to always calm him down when he saw your smile, he loved playing together like a big happy family.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ So watching you leave in the taxi with your parents to the airport broke his heart, you both were sobbing as Kai’s mother held him and your dad picks you up.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Kai wanted to be strong for you, but he couldn’t, seeing you leave was the hardest thing for him. So, taking the opportunity to message each other you both tried your hardest to keep in touch.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ But then Kai’s parents left, leaving him with the shop and caring for Nya, school got harder for you as after the rumors you found it emotionally draining to pick up a pencil and paper that wasn’t your homework.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ You both understood why you both lost touch, feeling guilty on both ends.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ But now here you both are together, unable to let each other go again, meeting almost daily.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Kai loved using these moments to get closer to you, whenever you came over any arguments that happen. Or any stress that ran through him from missions, you were able to show up just in time to help him through it.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Kai loved every second of it, your quiet and logical voice calming him down as you hold him close. Wishing for more moments like this but when he isn’t angry, just to feel your touch during happy, sad, or neutral moments.

✧˖°.🍒ֶָ֢⊹ ࣪ ˖🍓₊ ⊹✧

You and Kai sit with pillows under yourselves on the floor with a blanket on top of both your legs, it was raining outside so there wasn’t much to do but stay indoors.

So, you thought to bring over some movies to watch together with snacks from the convenient store, Kai was so excited to hang out with you outside.

Having made plans for the both of you to spend at the park and going to get ice cream, the amusement park came to the city even.

However, with training and school, you both had to go on the last day,

Turns out the last day was when the gods decided to rain on your guy’s day. And Kai being understandably pissed, you came up with the quick solution, but it was obvious that Kai was still sulking.

He enjoyed the time with you, but he really was looking forward to spending time outside of the monastery. “Oh Kai, if you keep sulking, you’re gonna get wrinkles~” you sing placing your cup of noodles down and start to rub Kai’s back in a comforting manner.

Kai huffs as he turns away, “sorry, I just, was really looking forward to spending the day with you” you giggle,

“But we are silly.”

“y’know what I mean, more than just sitting and talking, I wanted to…take you out.” The words that Kai pushed out made you blush; your heart begins to pick up speed as you try and calm your breathing.

Your smile grows as you lay you head down on Kai’s shoulder you feel his body tense up before relaxing again.

“I like hanging out with you like this, whether we’re out or not I just want to be near you.” Your words calmed the fire ninja, so much that his frustration completely dispersed as a goofy smile crosses his lips at your caring words and physical contact.

“Heh, thanks (y/n), I just don’t wanna bore you.” You giggle again, “you’re so silly Kai, you could never bore me, even if we were watching paint dry, I’d still want to stay with you.” You close your eyes and snuggle closer to your friend loveras Kai does the same, he lays his head on yours.

Kai grabs a random snack from the bag and opens it, grabbing a chip between two fingers he gives one to you placing it close to your lips.

You open your mouth and lean over grabbing the chip into your mouth, Kai blushes as he feels your lips brush against the tips of his fingers.

You look up at Kai and smile, seeing residue from the spicy noodles that you were eating all over your lips.

Kai smiles before bursting with laughter, “haha-oh my gosh, (y/n), you look like you got red lipstick all over your mouth-haha!” you yelp embarrassed at how you must look.

Turning away you try to find a napkin to wipe your face, “d-don’t look! Where’s a napkin!” you frantically try to find one as Kai places a hand on your wrist, “it’s oki, hah, you look cute” you huff as you try not to look away. Kai calms his laughter as he grabs a napkin from his side and starts to wipe your mouth, you can’t help but blush as Kai’s hand holds your chin to properly wipe away red broth from the spicy noodles off your lips.

“There, all clean” Kai smiles down at you as you both look at each other, the movie long forgotten, the moment you both were caught in was a change in mood. Kai brings your head up further looking down you catch a glimpse of his lips, closing your eyes you both move closer.

“Kai! Have you seen my- oh~ what’s happening here~?” Nya bursts into the room as you and Kai recline away from each other in a fast motion. “N-Nya, get out!” Kai screams as he stands up to chase her out.

“Ooh~ you guys are getting close~” Nya teases as she cackles out the room.

“Ugh, sisters.” Kai groans.

(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

♡‧₊˚Cole Brookstone♡‧₊˚

‧₊˚ ⋅Your Smile ‧₊˚ ⋅

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole loves spending his time with you, that’s no surprise

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ At first, he thought it was because he liked your calm vibe and kind gestures towards him. It wasn’t just about the sweets…. oki maybe a little.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But now he finds other reasons as to why he like being around you, However, secretly, I like to think that Cole is a bit of an airhead when it comes to liking someone romantically. He chops it up to just liking you a lot as a friend, his reasons as to liking you he believes it’s innocent.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ When his team found out of his constant outings they follow him, they figured out that he was going to you. Figuring that he likes you.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ After confronting him later that night Cole shrugs it off as you guys being friends, but they knew better,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Do friends, leave lingering touches a bit too long,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Do friends stare at each other’s lips?

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Or do friends stare a bit too long while blushing at the positive reaction of their jokes?

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Then yea, you two are just the perfect friends…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆�� But in all for realness, you two spend so much time together that its clear to everyone of your guy’s feelings, even if you two struggle to say them aloud.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But Cole figures it out sooner or later, when he caught you in the kitchen before you could fall on oil that you dropped.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He held you in a dip his calloused hand securely wrapped around your waist and his other hand holding yours.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You both stare at each other for a moment, catching your breath and calming your heart, your cheeks turn up to smile, you always tried to cover it behind your hand. But now Cole can see it more clearly.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He can see every feature of your face closely, little curls of your hair that stuck out from your pastel headwrap. A bit of flour on your cheek and nose It made you look like a cottage girl.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ As Cole sits you up memorizing your face and looks.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole finally realizes what his brothers were talking about and why he acts weird around you,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He absolutely adores you and your smile. Seeing you look at him and only him with those eyes and smile Cole finally understands why he feels as though he’s floating on air.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He realizes why his heart flutters whenever you cock your head to the side and give a curious smile when you’re about to ask him something.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He knows now that seeing your smile is what he wishes for more than anything in the world.

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧

You and Cole were walking down the city, it was your day off and you asked if Cole wanted to hang out with you,

It took a bit of convincing to ask him to come as he didn’t want to impose on your day off. He had wanted you to take it easy seeing as you had a busy week, but you were able to convince him to join you.

“We should get ice cream!” you excitedly point to an ice cream parlor, Cole hums as he seemed just as excited as you.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea, it is getting hot” Cole puts his hands in his pocket as he follows you.

You open the door to hear a small bell go off alerting others of your arrival in the shop.

The cold air of the shop hits you, feeling it against your sweaty neck and collarbone felt like heaven.

“Ahh, that feels so goood” you smile as your stretch wanting more of the cold air to hit other parts of your body,

Cole sighs in delight as well as his body slouches feeling relaxed, “it seems everyone had your idea of getting ice cream” Cole comments as he views to packed parlor. You shrug as you try and find a table, “that’s oki, I don’t mind waiting” your smile grows as you find a table, “look look!” you jump as you race to the table before anyone could take it, “c’mon~” you wave Cole over as he follows you shaking his head a teasing smile on his face.

“Alright, you sit, and I’ll order.”

You nod not wanting to get up as you tell Cole what you wanted, after a bit he soon comes back with two cones, he was already devouring his taking big licks.

You grab your cone as soon as Cole hands it over to you, you hum at the sweet taste taking small licks to savor the flavor.

“What did you get?” Cole rolls his cone over his tongue looking to you again, “rocky road” you grin as he chuckles.

“yummy” you stare at his cone grabbing Cole’s attention as he arches a brow, “wanna taste?” he holds the cone up to you, your face grows red at his smoothed down ice cream.

“uh-uhm a-are you sure?” you stutter out as you stare down at his ice cream, “as long as I get a lick of yours” Coles words flowed out so easily does he have no shame?!

You hum as if thinking on what to do, still blushing you look away to see if anyone was looking. Seeing as no one cared you look back and stick out your tongue swiping up at his ice cream leaving a dent as to where you licked tasting chocolate.

You retract quickly as you look to Cole seeing that he was just staring at you, you thought that he finally realized what just happened as you notice soft pink blush on his cheeks making your heart jump at his cute face.

“Can I try yours?” he finally speaks catching you out of your trance you nod and shove your cone in his face.

“ack!?” you gasp as you went a little too far having hit his nose with your ice cream, “C-Cole! I’m so sorry!” Cole looks to his nose, looking adorable.

He swipes it up with his finger and places it in his mouth,

“Hey that’s good!” Cole smiles as you felt as though you were about to have a heart attack.

“Th-thank you..” you smile tiredly as Cole chuckles, he looks to your blushing face, smile still painted strong as you take a swipe of your ice cream, looking down Cole looks at the dent you made when you licked his ice cream,

He blushes as he lowers his tongue and licks the same spot that you tasted. He hums as he looks back up to enjoy his view of you.

(｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

♡‧₊˚Zane Julien♡‧₊˚

⋆｡°·☁️You Love Him for Who He Is⋆｡°·☁️

⋆˚🐾˖ Zane loved every moment with you,

⋆˚🐾˖ every day you showed him new emotions and what they meant and how to understand them.

⋆˚🐾˖ Whenever Zane was confused or behaved that was seen inappropriate, he appreciated how patient you were with him. How you would explain things and what to do for next time.

⋆˚🐾˖ Zane knew he had to tell you that he wasn’t human, but already being weird he wondered how much you could take before dropping him for being too much to handle.

⋆˚🐾˖ The thought worried him, as it grinded his gears he would pace around trying to find a way to confess to you the truth. Zane didn’t like keeping secrets, it made him nervous, which is something he learned when he explained how he felt to you.

⋆˚🐾˖ “Oh, your nervous Zane it happens to everyone!” you smile as Zane explained his feelings to you that’s been keeping him from going into sleep mode.

⋆˚🐾˖ “It does not feel pleasant, it feels as though my insides are going through a roller..” Zane explains as he stares off at his bird chasing a tiny sparrow awkwardly.

⋆˚🐾˖ you giggle, “that’s normal too, that’s the bodies way of saying, ‘hey I’m nervous’ there are ways to stay calm do you want to know what I do to stay calm?” you tilt your head looking up at Zane as he turns to you with blank face then nods,

⋆˚🐾˖ “yes, that would be helpful.” Zane smiles as you grab his cold hand, Zane feels his face heat up at the contact as you bring them to your lap.

⋆˚🐾˖ “I take a deep breath-“ you inhale through your nose, “I let it sit collecting the bad thoughts-“ your voice wavers from holding in the breath as you finally release it slowly. “Then I let it go, my bad thoughts fly away into the wind.” Your smile up at Zane as you chuckle watching Zane look up as if seeing your said troubles blow away with the wind.

⋆˚🐾˖ Zane looks back down to you in admiration, wearing a cami plaid dress with matching headband and earrings, Zane’s eyes move down to your lips they were glossy and smooth.

⋆˚🐾˖ This moment reminded him of the movie you both watched of the couple holding each other lovingly as they sealed their loving words with a kiss.

⋆˚🐾˖ “I-uhm-th-thank you” Zane tries to talk, you tilt your head as your brows furrowed with confusion, your soft smile only intensifies Zane’s feelings.

⋆˚🐾˖ The feelings that he can’t exactly pin out. “of course, Zane” you smile pulling away as you look over to the pond pointing to the swans and their family floating by.

⋆˚🐾˖ Zane watches you coo at them, pink blush on his cheek as his gears turn to calm the blush. He then smiles as he captures this memory of you two together as he does with all the rest.

⋆˚🐾˖ Never wanting to forget the time he spends with you.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

“Great run boys let’s head back and get some food” Cole swung his war hammer behind his back as he stretches.

“But we’re at the beach, it’d be a shame to not stay and use this time and relax” Jay kicks the sand pouting as Kai nods.

“I agree with lightning, I could use a tan” Kai grins under his mask as Cole shakes his head, “We need to report back to sensei of our findings there’s plenty of time to relax, c’mon” Kai and Jay groan as the follow Cole. Kai stops however to see Zane staring down at the ground, “Hey Zane let’s go!” he calls to the nindroid causing him to jump from whatever he was looking at. “What is it, Zane? Did you find something?” Cole walks over and kneels to whatever caught their brother’s attention,

“It’s just a shell” Jay squints placing a hand on his hip. “Aw man, I thought it was something cool” Kai complains as he huffs walking away with Jay, “it’s a very beautiful shell” Zane picks it up and examines it holding it up to the light and watching the colors dance on his face.

Cole cocks his head to the side as if trying to understand Zane, “uh yea Zane, that’s some shell” Cole walks with Zane close behind. “What’s so special about that shell anyways?” Jay pipes up as Cole and Zane catch up. “I am not sure of how to describe it, but it reminds me of (y/n)” Zane continues to stare down at the tiny shell following the ridges with his thumb. “Who?” Kai was now interested again stopping to let the others catch up to him.

“(y/n), I met her when I went out to get ingredients for dinner.” Zane spoke remembering his encounter with you, the memory made him smile as Cole puts two and two together, “ooh, you like her” Cole smiles at his ‘a-hah’ moment.

“I enjoy her company if that is what you mean.” Zane looks to Cole, confused of what he was insinuating. “No Zane you like like her, like y’know” Jay only confuses him more as the nindroid shakes his head.

“I do not know.” The guy’s groan at the dopey nindroid,

“Oki, how do we explain this..” Kai places a hand on his chin to think, “oki, when you’re around (y/n) how do you feel” Kai points to Zane. The group stops to wait for his answer, what does he feel when he’s around you?

Zane stares back at the small shell as if it held the answers, “I feel, happy when I am with (y/n) I feel that she genuinely understands me” Zane pauses for a moment rummaging through every interaction that he has had with you to diagnose himself and his feelings.

“But at times, I feel…nervous, she makes my sensors act up, I have to work hard to calm my system from overheating. When she displays physical contact, my gears turn fast…Are these signs of like liking someone?” Zane looks up at his friends who now had the masks up smiles on their faces.

Jay wipes a fake tear, “our little nindroid is growing up” the rest laugh as Zane stares confused, “are these feelings normal?” he tilts his head as Cole nods, “yea man completely normal. You love her and you saying how that shell reminds you of her, shows how she’s always on your mind, you should tell her that, she might feel the same!” Zane hums as he thinks back on their words. “yea Zane, you should confess, tell them what you told us!”

“But what if they don’t harbor the same feelings as me?” Zane’s face contorts to worry as he continues to fiddle with the shell,

“Oh, well that is a possibility” Kai shoves Jay making him groan seeing as it only fueled in Zane’s worry. “No way, I’m sure she likes you too!” Cole walks over placing a hand on Zane’s shoulder, “yea man, don’t worry so much turn off that overthinking brain of yours and listen to what’s in here.” Cole points to Zane’s chest.

“My control box?” Zane goes to open it, the guys watch as a moth flies out, Cole groans as he shuts it, “no, your heart. You’re a good guy Zane your kind and compassionate, I’m sure whoever this (y/n) knows that too.” Zane processes his words as he looks down at his chest placing a hand of where his heart would be,

What is his heart saying to him?

The next day Zane met with you at the park, you both planned on going to the aquarium as they had a new exhibit.

“Zane, hey!” you call for him waving by the fountain as he turns and runs over to you, “good morning (y/n)” you smile at how polite he was. “morning” you chirp back feeling excited for your plans, “are you ready?” you give out your hand for Zane as he pauses for a second his gears working to calm the blush on his cheeks.

“B-before we go, may I say something?” you pause as well putting your hand to your side again, “s-sure, what’s up?” you were quiet, was Zane getting tired of you? Was he telling you he didn’t want to be with you anymore? You swallow as Zane worked up the courage,

You notice him take a deep breath, holding it before letting it go. He was using your technique.

“Zan-“ “(y/n), you make me nervous” huh, your body went stiff, “I-I’m sorry?” he shakes his head and continues, “you make my body work hard to calm my nerves, whenever we touch I feel sparks go up to my head and my face over heats. My.. heart beats so fast that I feel that it might explode.” You take in his words your own heart beating fast and your cheeks turning pink, “my friends told me it is because I like like you, and they are right, you are sweet and patient, you help me understand new concepts of emotions that I would never have known.”

Your eyes shine with hope of what Zane was getting at, was he…

confessing?!

“Oh, Zane I-I don’t know what to say” you giddily hold your face calming your blush as you swoon,

“You are a dear friend to me (y/n), and I want to tell you how much I appreciate you.”

It felt like someone broke a piece of glass, you broke from your trance startled by the ‘friend’ part coming from Zane’s lips. Looking to him he hands you the shell he found on the beach, it takes you a moment to take it as you were still recovering from the unexpected…confession.

“I found this shell on the beach, it reminded me of you, so I want you to have it” he smiled with such innocents so happy for you to take the gift that he felt you would like.

So, swallowing down your feelings you reach for the shell your hands softly touch causing you both to blush. “th-thank you Zane, it’s so pretty” you chuckle admiring the shell still feeling a slight sting from the friend zone.

“Of course (y/n), I’m glad you like it, I think it’s very beautiful too” he smiles down at you making your blush worst.

Even though Zane confessed he can’t help but feel he did it wrong…

૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

♡‧₊˚Jay Walker♡‧₊˚

⋆˚✿˖°❀He Likes how Nervous You Make him ⋆˚✿˖°❀

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Jay is always nervous around you, he likes you a lot and all he wants to do is impress you.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ So when you voice your interest in something or someone, Jay can’t help but feel a bit insecure or even jealous if you were to spend a bit of your time on a new fixation.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ In a way to get you back Jay will find a ton of the stuff you like and show them off to you,

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “hey (y/n) look what I got~” teasing the figure in front of you,

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “Oh yea I’ve been collecting these for a while now, if you’d like I can show you the rest!” Jay loves showing off to you…

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “Jay they just came out yesterday, how do you have so many?”

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “oh haha, y’know I just love these little guys.”

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ you eye him suspiciously as he nervously laughs.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ If you start showing interest in someone’s characteristics or stare a bit longer than usual Jay will flex any part of him to show that he can outshine anybody any time.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Like if you stare at a guy with his arms out Jay will wear more muscle shirts that show his arms, or if you say how, you like the scent of something Jay will bath himself in the scent you like to have you like him more.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ I feel like I’m describing a bird trying to win a mate oml…

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Jay does this because he wants you to like him, he knows he has feelings for you he is just super insecure with his qualities that he’s worried that he isn’t good enough for you.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ But the moment you realize what he’s doing you assure him that he doesn’t have to pretend for you to like him,

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “silly, I already like you, you don’t have to try so hard~” you tease playfully punching his shoulder making Jay smile.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ He loves you, and he wants to tell you that, but every time he gets so nervous and intimidated by your charm he freezes up.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ He can’t help but be stunned by your beauty, he loves every moment with you and wishes to tell you that without tripping on his words.

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“C’mon baby c’moon!!” you shout at the screen watching as the results pulled in on your Kirby hoping the weight would push you to victory.

“No, nooo!” Jay watches your scale run over,

“YEEEAAA!”

Yippie!!

Hai!!!

The game congratulates you as the scale breaks under your Kirby you rise from the couch as you scream in victory hopping around the living room as Jay groans flopping on the couch dramatically face in his hands as he listens to your celebration.

“yeaaaa hahaha, I win Jay I win~” you cheer grinning twisting your body to the celebration music as you dance along with your celebrating Kirby

“ugh, yea yea, I was so sure I got more strawberries than you I even went back for the other berries!” Jay pouts as he side eyes your victory dance wiggle. Swaying and hopping on the balls of your feet he admits you looked really cute if you weren’t currently bragging to his face of your victory.

“Hehe, no one can beat me in Kirby games Jay” you wink grabbing the remote to increase the music on your tv continuing to dance as Jay laughs,

“Whatever, you grew up with him, you cheated” he accused pointing,

Jay continues laughing as he brings out his phone recording you and your silly dance moves. Jay starts to tap his foot along to the beat watching you dance you laugh with him as you grab his hands having him join you.

“You got lucky” he taunts getting in your face as you giggle blushing, “no luck, all skill baby~” you wink causing Jay’s face to explode from the nickname, you wheeze as you watch Jay’s face turns red as double over holding your sides as you try to calm your laughter.

“ha ha ha, very funny” Jay slides away grabbing his switch control watching you laugh his small smile returns, “I’m sorry I’m sorry Jay” your giggles laced your words as you walk over holding onto Jay making his stomach warm as butterflies tickle him. When you calmed down you look up at him,

“Heh, wanna play animal crossing?” you grab your switch connecting its controls as you look down at the lightning bolt dustplug charm that Jay gifted you a while back.

“Yea, I need some help on decorating my place” Jay got a hold of his emotions or tried to as you come back next to him.

The moment you sat down you squeaked, “youch!” Jay jumps at your yelp, “a-are you oki?” he asks as you rub your thigh. “Yea, you just shocked me, it felt really strong though” you chuckle as you continue to sooth the shock on your thigh.

“c’mon sit down” you usher Jay back with your hand, he was hesitant though, he must have gotten a bit flustered, and shocked you on accident. He gulps trying to calm his nerves as he sits next to you. Your thighs were touching, you felt so soft that he wanted to wrap his arms around you, “hey log on so I can fly to your island” you look at your screen as you wait for Jay to connect. “s-sure” Jay was so nervous his heart was spinning from the contact that you two shared it was making his head spin.

“Jay?” you look up earning back his attention, you looked concerned, “are you oki, do you have a fever?” you place a hand on his forehead it was cool to his warm face as his blush skyrocketed. A squeak once again left your lips, he had shocked you..

“Geez, Jay you’re just full of electricity today~” you tease at the ninja holding your hand, Jay was still stiff, every time you touched him or spoke or even looked in his direction, he’d feel like cupid was shooting him with arrows.

“I-s-sorry” he pushes out as you shake your head with amusement you giggle softly laying down on the couch, “it’s fine, now let’s play!” you push him close to you as you landed on his island you both start doing chores as Jay plays happily next to you.

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It is complete ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ omggg I was struggling, this was sitting in my word doc for weeks, I had no idea of how to write for these boys and how they would feel for you. I wanted each to be different but I was loosing that inspiration.... anyways I finished the next one is gonna be the confession so I already have some stuff written down so I wonder how that will be ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) thank you for 26 followers oh my goodness, I'm so happy you guys like what I'm writing to see more, I hope I can continue to make stuff you guys like. (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) I'm also trying to work on a welcome blog where I'll put in a master list and rules so that you guys can request stuff!! ᯓᡣ𐭩 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ P.s. I so want some ice cream, or cheese cake... P.p.s. I feel better no more sickness Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

#lego ninjago #x reader #lego ninjago x reader #kai smith x reader #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #lloyd garmadon x reader #cole brookstone #zane julien #jay walker #jay walker x reader #zane julien x reader #Cole brookstone x reader

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slavghoul · 1 year

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Interview from Metal Hammer 8/2023

LIFE LESSONS from TOBIAS FORGE

Shock rock, bad glam bands and wanting to be Venom: inside the brain of Ghost's benevolent overlord

Tobias Forge is the mastermind behind one of the 21st century's hottest metal bands, but even he’ll admit that success was a long time in the making. Hailing from the Swedish city of Linköping, the Ghost frontman dabbled in everything from death metal to glam before donning the iconic Papal attire and paint to transform into Papa Emeritus, transcending his roots to become a larger-than-life character. Here are the key parables he has to share, gleaned from more than 25 years on the heavy metal frontlines.

MUSIC AND MOVIES ARE GATEWAYS TO OTHER WORLDS

“Linköping was a nice city to grow up in. It wasn’t so small you felt like you were cramped in a village, but it’s small enough that you’d still want to eventually move somewhere else. You’d have access to all these gateways to other worlds through the record stores and the local video store. My dreams started there - everything I do now, I dreamt back there.”

I WAS A TEENAGE HEADBANGER

“I had a teenage brother growing up, so I had a free pass into teenage culture. Whatever they consumed, I got a whiff of - how they dressed, what they watched on TV, what films they rented... The lifestyle and expression that meant most to me was shock rock. Twisted Sister were a wrecking ball into my life with I Wanna Rock. That song made me want to bounce!”

THE HEAVIER IT GOT, THE DEEPER I WANTED TO GO

“When I first heard Candlemass, I was eight and I was blown away. I already liked Black Sabbath, Metallica and Motorhead through my brother, but Candlemass were local and sounded so heavy, it was like doomsday. King Diamond and Candlemass served as a segue for me to discover death metal and black metal in the early 90s. It became my calling. From the ages of 12 to 22, I spent my life in death and black metal bands.”

FOLLOW YOUR HEART (AND SOMETIMES YOUR WALLET)

“My mom is from Stockholm, so when I was 15 and started saying I wanted to move there, she was just like ‘Finish mandatory school’ and we moved together [after I graduated]. I moved back to Linköping when I was 25, because Stockholm is a big metropolitan place and it’s not fun living in those places if you don’t have money. Now I’m in Stockholm again; it’s more fun now I can afford it!”

HEAD IN THE CLOUDS, FEET ON THE GROUND

“I learned the hard way in the late 90s that wanting to play 80s-inspired death metal with my band Repugnant was painfully out of touch with what was going on at the time. It broke my heart; I wanted us to be signed to Roadrunner and support Slayer. That never happened unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately, as it kept me grounded for a few more years and if those things had happened maybe I wouldn't be here today.”

TAKE CHANCES, BUT STAND YOUR GROUND

“Repugnant had a close shave with success. We signed to the label Hammerheart, which at the time felt like we’d made it because the first thing they did was take us out on our first tour, supporting the American band Macabre. They were a favourite band of ours - still are, and whenever we play Chicago they come to the shows - and at that point it felt like we might be going somewhere, but we quickly parted ways with Hammerheart because we couldn’t agree. It felt like our chance and we’d blown it.”

NOT ALL 80S BANDS WERE CREATED EQUAL

“With Crashdiet, we never really went beyond our home. I can’t say how many shows we did, but I don’t think it was more than a handful. For me especially there was conflict with the singer, Dave Lepard. We were friends, but he clearly wanted to take his band into some sort of glam-sleaze direction, whereas when I think of ‘glam’ I’m more Hanoi Rocks and Guns N’ Roses - never, ever the other bands. I know Poison kinda came before a lot of the latecomers, but to me they were repellent. Dave wanted to go all neon and I wanted it so that if we were glam, we’d be Hanoi Rocks meets Lords Of The New Church or The Dead Boys. I don’t want to be fucking Stryper! Fuck that!”

THERE’S NO POINT TRYING TO FOLLOW FASHION

“It was a confusing time in the early 2000s – rock was all of a sudden in fashion because of bands like Franz Ferdinand and Kaiser Chiefs. Everyone was always looking for the next big rock band and in Sweden The Hives were huge, as were The Soundtrack Of Our Lives, The Hellacopters, Backyard Babies...so many rock bands! But there we were in Subvision, influenced by The Dead Boys, with a little-too-long hair, leather jackets, just a little too ‘metal’... yuck! You’re supposed to be more indie; heavy metal is about having the biggest dick and indie is the opposite.”

FIRST IMPRESSIONS REALLY DO COUNT

“I hated The Strokes when they first came out. Back then, everyone described them as being so natural, that they weren’t interested in being rock stars, and I was like, ‘No. They didn’t wake up looking like that.' They chose to do that to be rock stars. And they can really play! Then when First Impressions Of Earth came out it was like, ‘There you go! That's what they really sound like! After that, I loved The Strokes, because they were showing they actually did love the music, but a lot of indie rockers treated it like it was their sell-out record.”

HAVE A VISION IN MIND

“Ghost started with a song, Stand By Him, which ultimately came out on our first record. I wrote it spontaneously, as an experiment - almost a joke, if you will, in 2006. When I recorded it the first time, I had no equipment in my home, so I had to go to a friend’s house. We did this very rough demo. He said it was great. He’d been in Subvision, Repugnant and Crashdiet with me, but we’d stopped playing together. He was like, ‘Can we form a new band?’ and I was like, ‘This song is the only thing I have. If I can come up with two more songs and there’s a pattern, then of course.’ But they needed to be as playful and spontaneous, and sure enough they were.”

PRESSURE CAN DO WONDERS

“Around 2008, when Ghost were first getting properly started, my girlfriend told me she was pregnant with twins. I never said it out loud, but I was preparing for my dream not coming true - maybe I wouldn’t become a rock star, I’d never be successful... So I had to at least have something that I could live with, a hobby that I could feel strongly about and get all my inclinations filtered through. I wanted to play metal, but also write pop music, have this horror rock show with theatre... Still taking inspiration from Venom pictures in 1982 where they looked like bikers surrounded by smoke and red lights. Ghost felt like a combination of all those things. Lo and behold, when I didn’t have all the time in the world, like I had before and gotten nowhere, when I could only put so much effort in, everything changed.”

THE MYTHOS IS NICE, BUT ONLY THE MUSIC MATTERS

“It was so weird, being threatened with a ‘reveal’ [Tobias’s public identity was revealed after ex-members took legal action against him in 2017I, as if people knowing who I was would be such a turn-off that they’d never listen to Ghost again. Here I am, most of my life wanting to be known, but then I was fighting to be unknown? What a paradox!”

ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES

“I’ve always tried to be like a general – have a goal, like, ‘Let’s take that castle’, but knowing that things can change in the field. You need to conduct yourself with a certain level of elasticity. I know I’m a control freak and want things to be done in a certain way, but I’m also aware things never work out that way.”

CHALLENGE YOURSELF

“One of the biggest weaknesses with modern metal - and horror - is that it’s being created and curated by people who only like that thing, so it becomes regurgitation. The best horror movies I’ve seen - Jaws, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Exorcist, The Omen - were made by people who never made horror films elsewhere. They wouldn’t limit themselves. If you don’t like other things, that’s fine, but if you ever feel stuck creatively it might just be that you’re sticking too close to home. I can’t even imagine just sticking to one lane these days.”

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview

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queerfables · 1 year

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A dash of nutmeg...

Look I feel a bit like I'm throwing soup at a dart board and calling it analysis, but I have some thoughts about Aziraphale's magic words in episode 4, and it's going to kill me if I don't share.

The thing is, these words have been nagging at me since I heard them. They sounded familiar, and I've been trying to figure out why. Today, it finally clicked.

Banana. Fish. Gorilla.

Those initial three words are all key words from Crowley and Aziraphale's drunken conversation about Armageddon. It's right at the start of things, when Crowley convinces Aziraphale to help him stop the world from ending.

We'll start with the fish, because they come up first.

"The point I'm trying to make," [Crowley] said, brightening, "is the dolphins. That's my point." "Kind of fish," said Aziraphale.

Their entire exchange here is hilarious and iconic but I'll try to keep this to the point. After some banter about the difference between fish and mammals, Crowley argues that dolphins don't deserve to be caught in the crossfire when the kraken rises and the seas boil. Which conveniently brings us to:

"Same with gorillas. Whoops, they say, sky gone all red, stars crashing to ground, what they putting in the bananas these days?"

Banana. Fish. Gorilla. It got me curious, so I searched for other places these words show up in the book. There's nothing I think is really significant: a couple of things are described as banana flavoured, fish show up in rains that herald the impending doomsday, gorillas aren't ever mentioned again. If I'm on the right track at all, I think this part is here to signpost a connection between this string of words from the show and the specific moments in the book.

If that's true, it must be pointing to something. What's left? Shoe lace and nutmeg.

Shoe lace.

The word "shoelace" isn't actually in Good Omens. Neither is "shoe lace" with a space in between. There's a couple of unremarkable descriptions involving shoes, and one miraculously conjured lace handkerchief, and then - and then. Right at the very end of the story, we have Adam, grounded by his parents, being described as "a scruffy Napoleon with his laces trailing, exiled to a rose-trellissed Elba". It's tenuous. I could dismiss that as nothing. Except Adam's laces show up again, and it's the very last passage of the book.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends. And if you want to imagine the future, imagine a boot . . . no, imagine a sneaker, laces trailing, kicking a pebble; imagine a stick, to poke at interesting things, and throw for a dog that may or may not decide to retrieve it; imagine a tuneless whistle, pounding some luckless popular song into insensibility; imagine a figure, half angel, half devil, all human . . . Slouching hopefully towards Tadfield . . . . . . forever.

I'm not ready to say much about what I think the significance of this passage might be. But an allusion to the book's ending does feel significant, doesn't it?

The one thing I will say, for people who may not know, is that this passage is riffing on a line from Orwell's 1984. The line it's playing on is a lot darker: "If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – for ever." I think it's probably relevant that this is referencing a book about a totalitarian regime. I also think it's probably relevant that it's taking that reference and twisting it into something much sweeter, more optimistic and empowered.

I'm still thinking through all the connections and implications, though.

Nutmeg.

And that brings us to "nutmeg". I have to be honest, I wasn't hopeful. I didn't remember any references to it and if I were betting, I wouldn't have put money on it appearing in the book at all. But the word does show up, and it shows up exactly once. Crowley is reminiscing about a cocktail he had once, made out of fermented date-palms. It's part of a conversation with Aziraphale, where they discuss losing the Antichrist. And here's the really interesting part:

"You said it was him!" moaned Aziraphale, abstractedly picking the final lump of cream-cake from his lapel. He licked his fingers clean. "It was him," said Crowley. "I mean, I should know, shouldn't I?" "Then someone else must be interfering." "There isn't anyone else! There's just us, right? Good and Evil. One side or the other." He thumped the steering wheel. "You'll be amazed at the kind of things they can do to you, down there," he said. "I imagine they're very similar to the sort of things they can do to one up there," said Aziraphale. "Come off it. Your lot get ineffable mercy," said Crowley sourly. "Yes? Did you ever visit Gomorrah?" "Sure," said the demon. "There was this great little tavern where you could get these terrific fermented date-palm cocktails with nutmeg and crushed lemongrass-" "I meant afterwards." "Oh."

Book Aziraphale differs from his characterisation in the show in a few ways, and this is the big one. In the book, Aziraphale is much more cynical about his own side, and much more aware of heaven's flaws. Here, he's convincing Crowley that the threat heaven poses is just as serious as any threat from hell.

If I'm right about any of this, if these nonsense words mean anything at all, I think they are saying that heaven and hell are two sides of the same very nasty coin, and more to the point, that maybe Aziraphale is more aware of it than he seems.

I need to think about this more, still. I'm not sure if I really think this connection is something, and if it is, I'm still figuring out what sorts of conclusions we might draw from it. But if the script is trying to point us to these three sections of the book, maybe there's a deeper analysis to be had here.

I do think it's interesting that the last two words each only show up in one section of the book. It's not like I'm skipping around trying to decide which passage involving shoe laces is most relevant - it shows up twice, only in the last few pages of the book and only in relation to Adam (and in particular, humanising Adam. He's Napoleon in exile, but he's a kid with trailing laces. His future isn't a boot stamping on a human face, it's a sneaker with those same trailing laces - and a stick that his dog can choose whether or not to chase).

I could talk myself in circles on this point, so I guess I've got to open it up to the floor. Am I making something out of nothing with this? Or do you think there could be something here?

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens theory #fable talks good omens

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Joel and Reader finding an abandoned baby and Joel is conflicted, part of him wants to give it to someone else, but the other part wants to raise it with reader

AN | Okay, but I really liked this concept!

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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The two of you were trekking through the woods, a tense silence between the two of you. You’d just had an argument which left neither of you feeling particularly good about what had been said. You wanted to try and settle down for a while, especially now that you had Ellie with the two of you and there was a good opportunity for you in Jackson; he was reluctant to get too comfortable in any one place. You didn’t blame him - it wasn’t easy for you either but you were willing to try.

You weren’t quite sure what to say now. All you knew was that you hated the idea that he was at you.

“Joel-”

“Shh,” he held up his arm in front of you, causing both of you to stop apparently. He held a finger to his lips as he looked around, eyes narrowed, “listen.”

You raised an eyebrow before trying to tune into what he was hearing. For a man with some hearing issues, he heard a lot more than you'd expect. Once you stilled, you heard the odd sound. Was that…crying?

"Joel?" you whispered, reaching for his wrist, "what is that?"

"I don't know," he didn't look at you but started walking to the source of the sound. His gun was at the ready as you fell into the step behind him.

He didn't stop until he was at the edge of the bushes near the clearing that had been up ahead. You swallowed thickly as he pushed through the brush, stopping as soon as he stepped into the clearing. You heard him inhale sharply as you almost tumbled after him. He easily wrapped an arm around your waist to help you up right.

He was staring at something on the ground and you followed his line of sight. You gasped just as he had as you saw the source of the sound.

A baby.

"What the…" you trailed off as you pushed past Joel to get a better look at the small pastel pink bundle.

While the poor thing was bundled up, you could see that it was a young baby, probably no more than a month or so old. Your instinct was to reach for it and pick it up, to shield it from the chill; at least it wasn't the dead of winter anymore so you had some hope that the baby would be okay.

"Stop," Joel reached out and grabbed your wrist, causing you to glare at him, "don't touch it."

"It's a baby, Joel," you snapped, "it's probably cold and hungry - someone clearly just left them there."

"It could be a set up or what if…" his mouth fell into a hard line as he shook his head. You pulled your hand out of his touch and picked up the baby, much to his chagrin.

"I'm not going to leave a baby out here," you hissed at him, clutching the small bundle to your chest, "whatever the reason they were left doesn't matter right now. And they're not infected - stop going to doomsday immediately."

"Look it over," his voice was gruff as you rolled your eyes at him. Fine. You were willing to give him that much.

You sank onto your knees as you unwrapped the bundle and looked over the baby - a little girl. She was dressed in a thin onesie that you undid so you could check her over. She had big brown eyes and wisps of hair and chubby little cheeks, "she's okay. Just cold and hungry."

“You’re not seriously thinking about taking her back with us?” his eyes hardened as you looked at him in shock. You weren’t expecting him to welcome her with open arms, but you’d expected a little more compassion. This was Joel after all; he was rough around the edges but gentle and tender hearted.

“I’m not leaving her behind,” you insisted, trying to remain as firm as you could, “no one gets left behind. That includes this innocent baby - she’ll die out here. We both know that.”

“What if someone comes back to look for her?” you both knew that was extremely unlikely, “what if they follow us?”

“Then they can come and find us and explain why they abandoned her in the first place,” you unzipped your jacket and put her inside to get her warm, zipping it just up enough so she wouldn’t be squeezed, “I’m not leaving her. That’s not negotiable. That’s not who we are, Joel.”

“Fine,” he held up his hands in mock surrender before taking a step back, “when this all turns to shit, don’t come running to me.”

“Joel.”

“Let’s get back,” he turned around without giving you another glance, “we’re already late.”

You were rooted in place as you watched him go, trying to fight back the tears that were pearling up. The baby cooed at you softly, looking at you with curious eyes which caused your heart to melt.

“It’ll be okay,” you whispered to her, “we’ll figure it all out.”

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You didn’t see much of Joel for the next couple of weeks. Which, to be quite honest, hurt a lot. You weren’t sure exactly what to call him; boyfriend felt too trivial and partner felt not enough. He was everything to you…so it cut like a knife when he made it a point to avoid you. And he couldn’t even lie about it - you’d seen him physically turn around and walk away when he’d spotted you somewhere. Several times.

So while it sucked and you missed him desperately, you were focused on the baby that you’d come to have. You weren’t exactly sure what you’d call her in relation to either - but for the time being you’d settled on the name Olivia, or Ollie for short.

Once she’d gotten checked out by one of the doctors back in Jackson, it was determined that she’d been about six weeks old and had likely been abandoned for most of the day before she was found. She was lucky that you’d stumbled across her when you did…or she might not have made it.

You still weren’t exactly what you were going to do with her, but for now, you were keeping her. You’d never had much experience with babies or toddlers before the world arrived at its current state, and you definitely hadn’t expected the first opportunity to come along now. But somehow it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be and you sort of fell into it.

You loved her, she’d won your heart from the first time you’d looked at her, and that was all that mattered.

The rest would fall into place. Hopefully.

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“What do you think?” you grinned at the baby swaddled to your chest as she babbled away happily, as though she understood what you were saying. You listened to her for a few moments before nodding in agreement, “you’re right. I’ll make pasta for dinner for myself and Ellie, and you’ll get a nice big bottle all to yourself.”

You couldn’t help beam at her as she smiled at you; you knew it probably wasn’t at you in particular but you liked the idea. Ellie hadn’t come by yet for dinner, but you knew she would soon; she was with you most evenings still. You felt bad for her in a way; with everything that had happened (or hadn’t rather) between you and Joel you felt like you were putting her through a divorce and forcing her to choose a side. But she didn’t view it that way…she was waiting for Joel to come to his senses. And you weren’t forcing her to pick either of you.

You heard a knock on the front door of your small, but homey, little house, causing you to pick perk up. You dumped some pasta into the water, figuring it was Ellie being polite, “come on in, Ellie Bean!”

The door opened slowly and you didn’t pay it much attention until you realized that the girl was strangely quiet for once. You set down the wooden spoon before looking over and finding that it wasn’t Ellie that had come in at all.

It was Joel.

“Oh,” was all you managed to say as you looked at him in surprise. He caught your eye and the two of you stared at each other silently for a few moments, “what are you doing here?”

His shoulder sagged in relief as he slowly made his way over to you, letting out a long sigh as he leaned against the counter. He decided that the fact that you didn’t flinch or scamper away was a good sign. The way you instinctively cradled your arm around the baby wasn’t lost on him.

“I wanted to apologize,” he managed to choke out after a few moments, only the bubbling of the water filling the silence. You raised an eyebrow at him but he didn’t say anything further.

“For what?” oh yeah. You weren’t going to let him get away with this one. He caught your eye and a frown tugged down the corners of his mouth, “hmm?”

“I’m sorry for the way I acted,” despite the fact that it was hard for him to admit he was wrong, he wasn’t going to lie to you. Not to you - the best thing in his life, “the things I said and did. I shouldn’t have done it. it wasn’t right.”

“Okay,” you nodded as you stirred the pasta, fast feeling stinging and prickling at the back of your eyes. The two of you were silent as he watched you drain the pasta and set it back on the stove, finishing it off with sauce and cheese. You grabbed two bowls of the cabinet, along with utensils as you divvied up the pasta and set it down at the kitchen table. He didn’t move, surprised - and yet entirely unsurprised - by the way you didn’t hesitate to show kindness, “come on. Let’s eat…I know you probably haven’t been taking care of yourself, love.”

“Why?” he sat down across from you, pulling the warm bowl closer, his growling stomach betraying him. You knew exactly what he meant.

“Because I love you - you’re my family,” you focused your attention on the bowl so you wouldn’t immediately cry and lose it, “and you don’t just throw that away. Not even if things get a little out of sync or whatever.”

“I was scared,” he finally admitted, causing you to pause as you looked over at him, “I am scared.”

"Joel," you reached across the table for his hand and gently put yours on top of his. You gave it a reassuring squeeze before offering him a small smile, "me too. It's okay to be scared - you just have to talk to me. That's all. We'll always figure it out together, my love."

"At first it was just because of the immediate threat - what if she was infected or it was just a trap?" he leaned back in chair as you nodded at him to go on. You'd listen to him forever if he needed you to, "but that quickly turned into a lot more. It was everything."

“I’m not going to pretend like I know how you’re feeling or what you’re doing through,” you whispered sweetly, causing him to nod, “but I do know that I love you and I want to be there for you no matter what. I want to help - if you’ll let me.”

“I want you,” he swallowed thickly, “I…I want to tell you everything.”

“Then please do. It doesn't have to be tonight or even all at once,” you promised, “however you want to. Okay?”

“Okay,” you offered him a small smile that he returned. He felt like he hadn’t smiled in weeks.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you ate, the only sounds filling the room were forks hitting the ceramic bowls and the occasional sound from Ollie. She'd fallen asleep, probably lulled to slumber from your movements. You weren't lost on the way Joel's eyes kept drifting back to her.

Once you'd finished eating, you put everything in the sink, unsure of what to say next. Joel filled in the gap.

"Can I hold her?"

Your mouth formed a small o in surprise as you tried to see if he was being serious. You hadn't quite expected that. After a moment of contemplating, you nodded and slowly started to unbundle the sleeping baby from your chest. Ollie didn't wake up, only making a few small sounds instead.

Joel took her gingerly from your arms, holding her in his own and cradled her to his chest. He was experienced - practiced - even though it had been a long time.

You could see the emotions fighting on his features as he trailed a finger over her chubby cheek. You didn't want to interrupt the moment and instead sat back down.

"She's beautiful," he whispered softly, "she reminds me a little of…Sarah. She had these chubby cheeks too and just a mop of dark brown hair. I was so scared when she was born, so scared that I would fuck it all up. But then I took one look at her and it just kinda all made sense. I fell in love with her."

"I can't even imagine the stress and the excitement," it wasn't often that he brought up his daughter, you knew it was hard for him…the pain he must have gone through was unfathomable. The fact that he trusted you with this resonated within your heart, "everything all at once."

"Yeah," he let out a small sound, "it felt like it happened all over again when my wife left. I was so angry and mad but then I realized I couldn't do that - I had my baby girl to take care of. And it ended up being us, just us, until…she died."

"Joel-"

"Let me say it," he insisted, his voice thick with tears, "I have to say it at some point. It'll never be easy, but it's the truth. And Sarah will always be my baby."

"Always."

"When we found her," he looked down and inhaled sharply, "I got mad. Mad that someone had this child and then just felt her to die. Scared that something was wrong with her…scared that would happen. That if we took her I would cause something to happen to her. That she would end up with the same fate as Sarah...or Sam or Henry.”

"That wasn't your fault," tears had rolled down your cheeks by this point and you wanted to do nothing but hold him, "it was never your fault."

"I know…but it took myself a long time to accept that," he confessed, "I've been thinking a lot about it lately…about her."

Ollie opened her big brown eyes as she blinked at him before smiling happily. Joel returned the smile, gently bouncing her so she couldn't become upset.

"I've been thinking a lot about Ellie too," he caught your eye and he noticed how your face lit up at the mention of the young girl, "how I was so reluctant to let her in at first. But she managed to do it, just like you did, and she's family. Even if I don't tell her, I hope she knows I love her like she was my own."

"Trust me," you laughed lightly, "she knows."

"I love you," he caught you so off guard that you just looked at him, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. You knew he loved you - that had never been once been something you questioned. But he’d never said three little words out loud either, “I’m sorry I haven’t said it. But I-I hope that…you know.”

“I know,” your lips formed a pretty pout that he wanted to kiss away as you nodded at him, “I know, Joel. I love you too.”

“I’m sorry,” he cleared his throat and you shook your head, “I shouldn’t have treated you like I did. I thought that maybe…maybe avoiding the situation might make it go away.”

“And just how often does that work?” there was a teasing lilt to your voice that caused him to chuckled softly.

“I know, Instead all I did was manage to push you away,” he leaned back and sighed, “you didn’t deserve that.”

“I missed you,” it was a gentle confession that made his heart swell, “I was trying to figure out how to approach you…you beat me to it.”

“It was just getting my head on straight,” he paused for a moment and let out a huff of amusement, “and Ellie helped. Girl wouldn’t leave me alone, but she was right.”

“She often is….but don’t tell her that, lest it get in her head.”

“I’ve learned that much,” the two of you shared shy smiles that turned into a bit of tender laughter. The man in question watched you with a reverent gaze that made you want to melt into a puddle, “what did you decide to call her?”

“Olivia,” you grinned, “more commonly known as Ollie.”

“I like it,” he looked down at Olivia called Ollie and felt his heart constrict. She was already back asleep, “what are…what do you want to do with her?”

“Ahhh, yeah,” you shrugged, “that’s the question of the hour, isn’t it? I don’t know. I wish I did but…. It’s hard.”

“Tell me,” he softly encouraged you.

“I’ve never had a kid before let alone a baby,” you stated, which he already knew, “I feel like I have no clue what I’m doing and don’t want to mess anything up. I want her to have all the best things. But at the same time…I don’t want to let her go. I’ve already grown pretty fond of her.”

“I think you’ve done a great job so far,” he insisted and you felt shy under his gaze, “there’s no manual for this - especially not in his world - you just learn. You fuck it up, but you learn and move on. What matters most is…”

“Love,” you finished for as he caught your eye and nodded, “but Joel…what about…fuck, I hate sounding so pathetic, but what us? I don’t want to lose you or have you feel like you need to be here because of her or have you not want to be here because of her.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” you knew from the look in his eye that he wasn’t kidding, “no matter what happens. I’m scared of all of this too, but I’m willing to try. If you want me to get on my knees and beg you for forgiveness, I will, baby.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” he looked down at Ollie before back at you, “let’s be scared together. I think we’ll figure it out. What do you say, sweetheart?”

“Okay,” you laughed through the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, brushing them away with the back of your hand, “okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

“Together,” you really liked the sound of that, “we’ll get through it all.”

Before you could say anything else, the door almost slammed open as Ellie barged in, “hello family! What’s new?”

You looked at Joel, who let out a signature dramatic sigh, before both of you looked at Ellie.

“A lot,” Joel couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed and you knew that Ellie already knew Ellie what had happened, “come and sit down, kid.”

“About time,” she helped herself to food, “you’re meant to be together - took you long to figure that out!”

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo

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theminecraftbee · 1 year

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so a thing this fandom does that remains FASCINATING to me, as a function of the fact a lot of this fandom is people's first fandom or only current fandom, is just... assume a lot of things it does is a scourge that this fandom has invented or doesn't exist outside of it? or like, is uniquely bad here? and i won't deny that sometimes mcyt fandom is a bit more intense by virtue of numbers, but like...

duo names: confusing fandom-injokes to describe duos and groups tend to be an anime fandom thing specifically for many historical reasons, but they're not uncommon. hey quick--if you haven't been in KHR fandom, can you guess what 1827 is? no? i'll give you a hint: that's actually a ship name. or, ygo fans, tell me the difference between puppyshipping, prideshipping, violetshipping, and rivalshipping. my hint is that they're all kaiba ships and two of them are actually the same ship. good luck!

reducing characters to a specific trait: have you read fic in another fandom before? i would recommend you go do so and come back to me. my example here is "sasuke likes tomatoes", for the record.

common au fanon that's confusing to outsiders: my deep cut here is "when i got into certain tv fandoms i was baffled by the existence of sentinel/guide fics", which is a slightly older tv fandom thing so many of you probably don't know what i'm on about. but trust me: in certain fandoms it's ubiquitous and unless you've watched a completely different tv show you're gonna have to entirely pick it up from reading fic. oh hey, hybrid aus and watcher!grian, nice to see your relative here,

fanon being treated as canon: did you know there's this whole bnha character, naomasa, who is treated as canonically having a lie detector quirk? did you know that, best i can tell, that's not in canon anywhere, it just got echoed through fanon enough that everyone treated it as canon? 'fanon trait becomes so ubiquitous everyone assumes it has to be there' is not a new thing. also, batfamily fans, i have been lead to understand the tim and coffee thing is also this.

characters being treated badly to make a different dynamic look better: the fact we have the term 'character bashing' tells you all you need to know, here. if anything my one complaint on this front isn't even that it's happening--it's that i wish bashing and/or "not [character] friendly" was tagged a little more frequently, haha.

characters being reduced to their family dynamics: tale as old as time. "even the family dynamic thing" yes even that. just because this fandom tended to be particularly ship-adverse in the past didn't mean it didn't do basically the same behaviors as any fandom with shipping did with those dynamics, just gen. and other gen fandoms also do that. yes, down to the "and shipping reduces them to a ship, unlike my gen dynamic, which is very in-character; why can't people just be friends?" thing. some of you have to have been marvel fans right.

characters being reduced to their ships: some of you have to have been marvel fans right.

The Discourse: yeah this is an "actively running show" fandom thing, but also a hiatus fandom thing. ask a homestuck about vriskourse sometime. as much as i hate to say it, it probably made doomsday discourse look cute.

and those are just like... some things i've seen people complain about on my dash recently. idk it just hit me there are probably fans in mcyt fandoms who are assuming that some things (like hybrid aus or duo names) are the kind of things that only happen here, so i thought i'd offer some examples of other places they happen! i also have even more examples if you'd like.

to be clear: this isn't shaming anyone for complaining about any of these things. lord knows i go complain to my friends about it all the time, just the other day i was complaining in the category of 'they keep bashing my guy'. it's more of just... a gentle reminder that maybe we're big, maybe we're loud, maybe we have problems... but these problems aren't always unique.

so uh. we're all suffering together i guess...?

#discourse #<- because. yeah.#this isn't meant to start a discourse this is more me laughing about Fandoms Is The Same #its also why i'm not bringing up the More Serious types of Fandoms Is The Same because i don't want to make light of it #and am instead bringing up the pettier ones #this sparked initially by someone acting like duo names are a this-fandom only phenomenon after years of being a ygo fan #and i was like. oh i've done this song and dance many a time.#and then i was thinking about posts complaining about things like fd and ships and everything else and i was like. oh that's an OLD song #so here. so we all remember sometimes that we all suffer together lol #this isn't a vague of anyone in particular i just constantly waver about making this specific post #anyway back to my usual discourse-free self

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lavaridgecookie · 5 months

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Horror Movie Time with Sonic F/Os

General imagines for watching horror films with Sonic characters! What types they're into, what kind of movie watcher they are, etc. I originally wanted them to be able to be read as romantic or platonic, but eventually I just kinda went full romance.

Characters: Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Amy, Rouge, Omega

Spoiler warnings for Poltergeist and Alien, and a very minor spoiler warning for The Thing

Sonic:

Is more a fan of the 'campy' horror movies, although he'll also watch slashers - they get his blood pumping and his heart racing, and he lives for that. He doesn't like seeing you actually afraid, so he'll definitely take your tastes into account when picking a movie- if you say no to a specific thing, he'll tease you a bit but he'll pick something else.

Does NOT like supernatural horror. He will not watch ghost movies. He won't watch movies about doomsday scenarios. Basically, if he doesn't think he could fight it off in real life, it horrifies him and he can't stop thinking about it. What if that stuff happened to him? Happened to you? Haunts him for days or months afterwards. You made the mistake of watching The Thing with him, and for three weeks afterwards you had to talk him out of making you do the blood test every time you were apart for more than 5 hours.

He's fine with werewolf movies, for obvious reasons. Been there, done that, still tries to use his foot to scratch his ear sometimes.

All in all, he just wants to have fun with the movie, and with you. If you say 'tonight, we are watching a bunch of Disney Channel Original Scary Movies and eating our weight in popcorn,' he'll be just as happy as if you wanted to watch every Halloween movie.

Shadow:

Is a more all-around moviegoer, although since meeting you, he's found slashers are harder to watch. He can't help but think about you suffering through those scenarios, and ultimately dying.

Meanwhile, he loves sci-fi and supernatural horror. He's a product of science, he knows what it can do, so he can completely relax when watching movies like Alien.

In fact, and he'd never tell you this, he likes that one a LOT more after meeting you. He can easily see you in Ripley's place- resourceful, smart, trying to keep everyone alive. Going back for Jonesy seems like something you would do. He likes imagining you, triumphant, coming home to him.

Shadow likes it a LOT when you cling tightly to him- you can grab his arm as hard as you want, you can squeeze him like you're a boa constrictor, whatever. It doesn't hurt him, he's the Ultimate Lifeform! He likes the physical contact that he doesn't have to ask for, but he also very much enjoys knowing he makes you feel safe.

You should definitely expect him to start appraising the movie afterwards- he doesn't actually care, but he wants to talk to you and he's not great at conversations without a set topic. Please indulge him.

Silver:

is kind of a weenie and and doesn't really like actually scary movies all that much. He's been through enough, thank you. He's much more of a children's Halloween movie guy- your Mostly Ghostlys, your Scary Godmothers, your Cry Baby Lanes. Basically, nothing scarier than Tremors.

If you do make him watch a horror film, he's shaking in the first five minutes, and once bodies start piling up he's crying into your shirt.

There is one exception.

He loves Tobe Hooper's Poltergeist. Everything about it speaks to him, and he loves sharing it with you. He'll hold your hand whenever Steve and Diane are supporting each other, and he'll pull you into his chest and hold you during the scary parts. Afterwards, he'll tell you about how he hopes you two can be together like that someday- how he'll never abandon you when things get tough, and how he knows you'll stick by him, too.

He likes it because throughout all the horrible things, everyone is looking out for each other. He loves that everyone lives. And if you like the movie, too? He's the happiest hedgehog that ever lived.

Rouge:

Is a big fan of slashers- the gorier the better! She's the kind to cheer when some idiot gets murdered. But she also much prefers watching them at home, with you. She wants her head in your lap, taking sips of red wine in between mouthfuls of heart-stoppingly buttery popcorn, just having a great time with you.

But, and you won't find this out on the first date, she's also a huge film buff and adores the cult classics. If you so much as mention cult horror, she'll start trying to get you to watch her Criterion Collection DVD of Hausu, and wants to discuss the finer points of horror.

And she is trusting you not to spoil her reputation by telling anybody else about this. Especially you shouldn't tell anybody that she LOVES Them!

She also really likes horror films with a romantic bent, and she keeps saying that she'll tease you during them but honestly when the time comes her eyes are glued to the goddamn screen... it's the perfect time to slip your hands into hers.

Amy:

Likes two kinds of horror moves. She loves psychological horror- it keeps her guessing, keeps her engaged. When you watch with her, she likes to voice her theories out loud, and loves to hear your thoughts on it!

In the same vein, she also likes cult classics- her favourite is the 1962 film Carnival of Souls. Expect a lengthy discussion every time you guys watch a more 'cerebral' film- she really does like to hear how you felt about it! It helps her feel like she can see into your world a bit better.

But on days where she doesn't have that much brainpower to spare, she really enjoys a good horror/comedy. Her go-to is the Three Flavour Cornetto trilogy, but honestly she's not that picky. You guys watched Werewolves Within together and about died laughing. The genre is basically the mental equivalent of icecream to her.

Whatever you two watch, you are smushed up together in one corner of the couch. Doesn't matter who's in front and who's behind, one of you has your head in the crook of the neck of the other.

123-Omega:

He also like slashers, and he's kind of unbearable to watch 'em with. Every time anybody dies, he either says 'That would not have happened to me' or 'I would not let that happen to you.'

It's kind of cute, but once you're an hour and seven deaths deep, it can get a bit annoying. That said, you appreciate him for who he is, so you knew this was a bit inevitable and you love him anyway.

Once you asked him what he would do to protect you from 'unkillable' slashers like Michael Meyers, and after a second of thinking, he picked you up, took you out to the gun range, put you down behind him, and proceeded to absolutely obliterate everything in front of him one long, sustained round of heavy fire. Probably used up at least $6k of artillery. He then turned back to you and stated 'Michael Meyers could not survive being turned into a fine mist'

You were still in your jammies, and you couldn't help but laugh so hard you fell over. God bless your loving sentry turret.

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Hope you all enjoyed! These were fun to write for, and I'd definitely be willing to do more for other characters if requested!

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suzukiblu · 10 months

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Day nineteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

. . . huh, Tim thinks as he watches Kon rub his thumb over the goat's soft and fluffy fur, suddenly reminded of the cashmere. Okay, maybe his hypothesis about Kon's possible appreciation for nice textures is actually a thing, then. Noted and taken into evidence.

“It's . . . cute,” Kon says, ducking his head a little and still slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth across the goat's fur as he looks down at it again, his face still all red. Tim makes a mental note about maximizing the amount of nice textures in Kon's life. He is gonna buy him sheets with a very high thread count, just to start. “Um–thanks, man.”

“You're welcome,” Tim says as he has the incredibly weird thought that Kon has probably never actually owned an actual toy before. Like, maybe video games and things like that? He’s pretty sure he's heard Kon mention a few video games he likes before, now that he's thinking about it, but in retrospect he doesn't know if he even owns a console of his own or just played them with someone else at some point or . . . who knows, really?

Like, Tim didn't decide to buy him a toy because of that, obviously, he really was just thinking of the idea as a cute little hopefully-the-right-kind-of-flirty reminder of how they “met”, but . . .

It's a weird thought, is all.

. . . also, additional mental note, he should make sure to buy Kon a console if he doesn't already have one. And maybe a handheld system too, and obviously whatever games he wants for both. Maybe a couple spare controllers in case he wants to have anyone over, Tim has no idea, but better safe than sorry.

“Let’s pay,” he says, redistributing the shopping bags between both hands again and then nodding towards the register. “Do you like video games?”

“Sure,” Kon says, glancing sidelong at him again as they head for the counter. He’s doing that a lot, it feels like, though Tim isn’t sure why yet. Just intel to absorb, for right now. “Who doesn’t like video games?”

“Do you have any?” Tim asks, and Kon looks–embarrassed, almost? Weirdly?

“I can’t exactly have you over to play, man. No offense, it’s like a security clearance thing with the lab,” he says, which is not where Tim was going with that at all and is sort of . . . flustering, actually. Like, to hear, he means. He’s trying to buy things for Kon, not invite himself over to, like . . . pester him for attention or whatever.

“Yeah, you'd be kind of hard to explain to my dad,” he agrees, putting on a wry expression. Kon's mouth tightens for a second, for some reason, and then he smiles awkwardly in his direction, not quite meeting his eyes. Tim represses a frown, wondering what that’s about.

“Usually am, yeah,” Kon says.

“Well, once we get you a place of your own, that’ll solve that problem,” Tim says reasonably as they wait in line together, though obviously he doesn’t really expect Kon to have him over or–

“You’d actually wanna come over if I had my own place?” Kon asks hesitantly. “Like–to hang out or whatever?”

. . . Tim wonders who exactly ground all of Kon’s usually-boundless confidence into the dirt, because he’d just like to have a word with them. Or shove a doomsday weapon up their ass; whichever’s more convenient at the time. Considering how Kon usually acts, Tim doesn’t even want to think about how shitty someone had to be to get a reaction like that out of him.

“I would,” he says. “We could order in and play something, maybe.”

“I don’t actually have a console or anything. Shit, I don’t even have a TV,” Kon admits. “Which is not a request, for the record, just a statement.”

“Okay,” Tim says, which as a response is something he’s just gonna let Kon interpret however he likes. He could just have a TV and console delivered to Cadmus for him, probably. Although he doesn’t actually know how big Kon’s room is, so in retrospect maybe that’ll be something to buy once they get to the stage where Kon’s picking out furniture for his new apartment/house/cul-de-sac. Easier to size and scale correctly that way, Tim figures.

God, how big is Kon’s room? Is it just a room? Like a dorm or something? Is it at least actual normal bedroom-sized?

. . . he really, really hopes it’s not a barracks situation.

“I mean it,” Kon says as Tim pays for the goat and they leave the store. “Like, this was really cool of you, but you’ve definitely done enough. I didn’t do anything that special, you know?”

“I feel like I’m the one who gets to value your effort in saving my life,” Tim says. “Like, monetarily and all. As a whole fiscal thing.”

“It really wasn’t a big deal, though,” Kon insists. “Like, I didn’t risk my neck or anything. It wasn't even hard.”

“You put in the time to learn how to do that with your TTK to begin with, even from halfway across the gallery floor,” Tim says. “Just because it was easy to do then doesn’t mean it was easy to learn to begin with. I think it’s really impressive that you even figured out you could do that to begin with.”

“I mean–well, yeah, I guess,” Kon says, ducking his head as his face flushes again. “I just . . . like, it took a while to figure out how to do it right, definitely. So I wouldn’t say impressive.”

“If you’re trying to be modest, maybe don’t lead with ‘I worked really hard on improving myself and it worked really well’,” Tim says, flashing him a wry little smile. Kon turns even redder, then grins sheepishly at him.

“Look, TTK is badass, but it’s way less impressive than punching a giant asteroid into gravel,” he says. “Or superspeeding through all the bad guys in a microsecond.”

“Why?” Tim asks, tilting his head. “Lots of people can punch an asteroid in half. You could break it down into its component parts and also make sure none of said parts escaped into the atmosphere or crashed any satellites. And you don’t need superspeed when you can keep the bad guys from even moving to begin with, right?”

“Huh?” Kon says, looking–startled, a little. Tim’s been doing his research, but also just thinking–plus he's pretty sure that talking up TTK as a power is just about the best possible way to get Kon to be into Tim Drake for as long as possible, so . . .

“I’m just saying, you seem really versatile. Like, you’re obviously not just a bruiser,” he says reasonably, though the more time he's spent trying to think about TTK lately, the more aware he's become that Kon tries very hard to be one whenever possible. Like–much more often than he actually should, in fact. “Your powers are really flexible, from what I’ve noticed. You can be a scalpel and a hammer. Possibly simultaneously, depending on your multitasking skills, I don’t really know how that works.”

“Oh,” Kon says, the startled expression turning flustered even as he grins a little helplessly and ducks his head, twisting the handles of the shopping bag the clerk put the goat in around his fingers. “Uh, I mean, it depends, but . . . kinda, I guess.”

Okay, well–he looks a little less boisterous and smug than Tim would've expected him to get over direct compliments to his TTK, honestly, but he does still seem flattered. Tim had just been prepared for annoying bragging and overblown pride as a reaction, not that helpless little grin Kon's currently trying to hide. So that's . . . weird, yeah. Huh.

“Well, I think it's impressive,” he informs him with an easy shrug, and watches maybe a little bit too curiously as Kon's grin widens and he ducks his head lower. He looks so–not proud or arrogant, still, but pleased.

It's definitely weird.

Tim can't pretend there isn't an equally weird part of him that thinks it's cute, though. It's a little strange being the one hyping up the exact same superpower Kon's usually incapable of shutting up about while he tries to downplay it, but he guesses it's not that different from being the one carrying most of the bags right now. Just a little bit of a temporary role reversal while Kon's wearing a soft cashmere sweater instead of his usual heavy leather jacket and Tim's not wearing a mask.

Well–at least not a domino, anyway. It gets a little more complicated going with the metaphorical definition, obviously.

“I'm still buying you lunch whatever you say,” he says. “And a bigger wardrobe. You can't always show up in your superhero gear, somebody's gonna notice you eventually.”

“Geez, man, how many times are you planning to see me in civvies?” Kon says, and if his accompanying laugh didn't sound a little forced, Tim would assume Kon was saying he was going to be bored of him before that was a concern. That laugh makes it sound more like Kon thinks it’s likelier that Tim is going to get bored of him, though.

No, Tim is pretty sure that's wishful thinking on his part. It's too tempting to attribute evidence like that to mean something he'd like it to mean, is all.

“I don't know,” he says, giving Kon a smile. “How many times are you planning to let me?”

Kon stares at him for a moment, turns red, and then laughs self-consciously and looks away.

His flirting standards are still extremely low, yeah. Thank god, because Tim absolutely sucks at this.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon #long post

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