#don't ask me which horse is who I genuinely do not know - they just have names lmao

[simsreaper]

| The West family has been here for a long time, maybe a little too long and people are starting to notice. This wealthy ranch family has been living in the Wild West for generation after generation. They have too big a name to be accused of delving into the world of the Supernatural and staying young forever. Hendrik West takes well after his family and his image and will stop anyone trying to tarnish the West family name. |

(horses under the cut)

[asapeveryday]

noctuary #6 - p.b x tlou au

noc·​tu·​ary ˈnäkchəˌwerē

: a collection of a single night's events, thoughts or dreams

--read pt.5 here

pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader

AU: The Last of Us 2 x Wbb crossover

warnings: drinking, smoking

synopsis: you meet her on the brink of giving up. she’s suspicious, too nice, too charismatic. you know you should be on guard, but you’ve got nowhere to go, and she’s eager to have nobody to be.

notes: hi it’s been a tough couple days and I also accidentally deleted like almost all of this fic and had to restart which. Made me want to abandon it all together honestly so sorry for the wait.

FIRE CRACKLES COMFORTINGLY behind you, orange beautifully contrasting with the deep navy night.

You're on your third drink, not drunk, but buzzing, all tingly fingertips and loose smiles as Nika's shoulder bumps yours. You're got your arm strung around her—a little too much pda for your sober tastes--but she's off balance without it and you're having too much fun to care.

The group is big, a large posse amongst the existing cluster or people surrounding the trash-fire. You and Nika, glued by strewn limbs, Aubrey, Ice and Caroline, who are reaching that giggly phase of alcohol intake, Kk and Jana, one bouncing off the walls and the other wholly sober.

They're a tight knit family, it's obvious as you watch them, the light punches and unintelligable jokes, the looks shot over heads that only they can compute. It doesn't make you feel like an outsider, suprisingly it makes you feel warm. After one too many arguments and another hour spent in their circle by the fire, you feel like their stares aren't so foreign after all.

They like you. They have names for your name: newbie, horse girl, crossbow babe, drug dealer. They label you with laughter and genuine care, no malice. By your fourth drink, it doesn't occur to you to be offended. They have names for themselves too, and they're not much better.

"Nah, you guys don't get it." Nika grins sloppily, squeezing your shoulder with the arm that's slung around you. "She's our plug. We gotta respect her."

"You got any on you?" Caroline raises a curious brow. Before you can respond, Kk's patting your front pockets down from behind.

"Oh naw, she's off duty I guess." Kk slurs, taking her hands off of you.

"You can't just feel her up like that!" Jana laughs, tearing Kk away.

"Yeah, back off my plug." Nika huffs, shooing the shorter girl away. "Or else she's only gonna sell for me."

"I'm not even selling." You roll your eyes with a smile. "You guys get my shit for free."

"Oh for real?" Ice's eyes widen. "Thought Paige was trading you something."

You take another sip of your drink at the mention of her name, shuddering as it makes it's way down.

"Me too." Kk nods. "Where'd you get all these cute ass clothes from then?"

"This," Nika grins warmly, pointing at your body, "is all me, baby."

"Yeah, I thought so." Aubrey nods. "Did you dress like this back where you came from?"

"Like this?" You motion to your bare legs. "We didn't get to just hang out, we were always working. You can't fight infected in this."

"Do you miss it?" Caroline asks lightly. "All the action, I mean."

The others tune in, and you realize just how interested they are in you. Still, you can't help but stiffen at the question, it was only all you'd been thinking about in the past week.

When you falter Nika fills in the silence, fingers squeezing your shoulder in quiet notice. "Bro, just say you want her to take your spot on patrol and move on." She says, and the others laugh without notice of your hesitation.

"I wouldn't" Aubrey shrugs. "I mean, it's nice to get out there. But you deserve a break."

"She's been having a break!" Kamorea laughs. "Girl has been brushing horses for a damn month."

"Suprised you're not bored yet." Caroline hums. "I'd be depressed."

"Everyone's depressed either way." Jana snorts, and the girls ceremoniously clink their drinks with mhm's and you right's ringing somberly through the air. You raise your drink to Nika's, nodding mindlessly as she catches your eye, clinking her beer bottle to yours.

You realize at that moment, through all the murmurs and laughter against that crackling fire, that all of them struggle too. Maybe it's the reason for all of these festivities, the late night joints and boombox blasting. You can appreciate their efforts to make Jackson as normal as they can. It's admirable, heart-warming, even.

"Whatchu smiling to yourself for?" Nika raises a brow, bringing all the attention back to you.

"Nothing." You bite back a grin, shaking your head.

"C'mon now." Kk teases, flinging an arm around the side opposite Nika's. You're sandwiched between the two girls, both of them swaying to the old rnb that graces the air.

"You guys aren't too bad, that's all." You mutter, cowering slightly as the expressions around you break into giddy smiles.

"I think we cracked her." Aubrey hums, nudging Caroline and Ice fondly. Jana stalks over to fling her arms around you too, but the height difference is so awkward that it makes you all laugh.

Ice takes Caroline by the hand, who then latches onto Aubrey. In a drunken line they join the huddle, arms circling around the girls that already squeeze you tight.

In normal times you would've gone as far as bites or blows to get them off, but the smell of smoke and beer against their amused giggles and warm hearts makes the contact far more palatable.

Even if it's elevated by alcohol, and your head is spinning slightly and your balance is growing off-center, it still feels good.

You can barely see ahead of you, even with some squirming to loosen their grips. They start to sway in unison, shrill squeals and laughs ringing through the air. Somewhere along the stumbling around, a crack opens in your line of sight.

You can see the glow of orange flame, the clusters of other people scattered, and a body in the middle, all eyes but your posse's on her. In that moment it feels like the air is being sucked in her direction, all of the attention, every component of Jackson's Milky Way directly warped into her gravitational pull. You feel the pressure in the air.

When you stop swaying, the others do too. Nika mumbles something, but you don't respond, You just stare at the approaching figure, eyes squinting, trying to make out the face.

High cheekbones, dotted with divets left by teenage acne and picked scabs. Lashes long, downturned, serving perimeter to electric blue eyes. Full lips, pink beneath the chapped lines. Blonde hair greased back into a bun.

The girls pause too, they turn too slow, and they gawk at her. They're sucked into her pull just like the rest of them. You're the first to break, refusing to contribute to her attention-grabbing presence, but you don't speak.

Nika breaks second, parting from the group.

"Big P!" Nika squeals, running over to her with arms outstretched, drunkenly crashing a little too hard. Paige smiles and welcomes the pummel-hug with an amused look, noting Nika's trashed state.

The other girls follow soon after, shoving her, surveying her condition, ruffling her hair, flicking her shoulder. You stay planted, nursing your drink.

Her lips move as she speaks to them, low and charming beneath their excited volume. They ask and she answers, but her eyes stay on you.

You watch her stance, a slight limp but still somehow balanced as an athlete, posture perfect, head held high. Her eyes wash over you like cold water, you can feel them drag over your clean hair, beer-flushed complexion, bare skin. She wets her chapped lips, and for whatever reason, you catch it. And you shiver.

The girls make another fuss. They trust she'll always come back, but they're ecstatic nonetheless when she does. Nika grabs a beer from someone nearby. Paige cracks it open with a shiv she slips from her pocket, throws her head back and downs at least half.

You watch her throat as she swallows before her head dips forward again, a dirty hand raising to wipe her mouth. Those who stand by whoop and holler the whole way through. They raise their drinks to her, call out her name, and succumb to her gravity.

She raises her drink to you, ignoring the power she has.

Or perhaps not noticing at all.

YOUR SKIN RESEMBLES goose flesh for the rest of the evening.

It's animalistic, you feel like prey. Paige lingers, she works the party. She dallies with every group there is, and yet you can feel her eyes, those beautiful, awful, fucking eyes on your back, your neck, your face, every expanse of skin she can zero in on.

She wants to talk. You don't have to be a genius to understand that. She works the group like a true people-pleaser, but in doing that she circles you. Watches your interactions, the way arms sling possessively around you, the way her friends claim you to be their own. And she can't even get close.

She's slicked with sweat. It glistens off of her forhead and her bare arms against the fire light. She talks to some girl who's intently gazing into her eyes, but Paige keeps breaking that contact to shoot glances at you as you talk to Nika.

"Uh, hello?"

"Sorry." You jerk, snapping back to Nika's face. Her cheeks are flushed pink, one brow raised dangerously.

"You gunna talk to her?" Nika smiles slyly. "Cusss' she's staring at you so hard it's actually pissing me off." She slurs.

"You're drunk." You dismiss her, ignoring how Paige glances over again.

"Bitch," Nika groans, "I bet she missed your robotic ass. Prolly wishes she took you with her."

"Shut up." You sigh.

"Look at her." Nika snorts, turning so obviously to glare at Paige. "She's already drunk, crazy girl. Who the hell comes back after four days out there and gets drunk?"

"Nika, stop." You urge her, but it's too late. The brunette is waving Paige down aggressively, saying, "P! Put the beer down and go take a damn shower!"

You sigh, chugging the last of your water as Paige makes her way over with obvious struggle.

"What'd you say?" Paige chuckles, intoxication evident in her tone.

"I said you stink." Nika grins. "Stop drinking and go home n' wash up."

"Ion' think I smell that bad." Paige hums, tipping her beer bottle back for another sip. "Lemme celebrate. You guys always do fun shit when I'm out."

"You're the one who dips without Geno's permission." Nika shoots back. "He's seriously gonna kill you tomorrow, by the way."

Paige just shrugs, glancing at you sneakily. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. You can sense her thinking, preparing herself to speak with you. You beat her to it.

"Where's Sue?" You ask.

Paige looks affronted for a moment, and Nika bursts out laughing.

"Horse girl only has one thing on her mind!" Nika wheezes, slapping your back. "Damn, you're something."

"What?" You frown, glancing between the two of them. Nika laughs way more than your comment should've probed. Paige just bites her lip.

"P leaves for four days and you only care about the damn horse." Nika snorts.

"Someone has to." You shrug, shooting an apologetic look Paige's way. She shakes her head with a little smile, amused.

"Left her with Ashley and Sarah at the gate." Paige hums. "They're taking her to the stables."

You nod.

The conversation dies out. A few of the other girls find your group, chattering away with Nika while occasionally including you and Paige in the mix. You just down your water, Paige her beer.

She sneaks glances at you in between mindless chuckles and jibs between words. Those looks, the one thousand ways her eyes slice you open like a machete to flesh, mean something other that what leaves her mouth.

They bleed questions and their answers, unintelligible analysis that you’re sure you want no part of. It’s like you’re being pulled through walls towards her by this impossible vortex.

Of course, sharp-eyed Nika can sense it through her drunken state.

“You guys good?” She cuts through the thick air, waving a hand over your eyes and shooting Paige a look. “Ya’ll got something to talk about?”

“No.” You say before Paige can answer. “I think I’m done for the night, actually. M’gonna head home.”

There it is again, the bumps on your arms at the raise of Paige’s brows, subtle but there, expression illuminated by the fire light. Nika just groans.

“Nnoooo…” She whines, latching onto you. “Stayyy. Paige just got here.”

“I know.” You bite your lip. “Sorry, Paige. I’m exhausted.”

“S’fine.” Paige nods, though she thinks for a moment. “I should go too. I’ve had a long couple days.”

“Are you serious?” Nika scoffs, turning to Paige now. “You’re both leaving?”

Your eyes catch hers over Nika’s head. You both shrug, small smiles playing on your lips.

“Okay, well fuck.” Nika huffs. “You guys walking together?”

“Uh,” you mumble. “Are we?”

“My house is on the way to yours.” Paige nods. “So yeah, if that’s alright.”

“It’s fine.” You nod.

“You guys are so weird.” Nika smirks, eyes darting between the two of you. “Stay safe I guess. Don’t piss in any bushes or else Dawn is gonna swiss cheese you.”

“Meaning?” You raise a brow. Paige just shakes her head with a laugh. “Never mind that.”

You shift on your feet. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah.” Paige nods.

THE WALK IS mostly quiet.

The sky is so clear, speckled with stars and wholly cloudless. The smell of smoke grows more and more faint, but it lingers on your clothes and hair. She smells like smoke too, along with four day sweat and dry blood. She’s not covered like she was when you first came here with her, just a few splatters here and there. Not much struggle, it seems.

She keeps glancing at you, you’re not surprised, just unsure how to talk. It was so natural the last time you spoke.

Finally, you meet her eyes. She glances away in a split second when you catch her, but smiles and looks at you again more clearly after a beat, accepting the eye contact. You both grin slightly at the awkwardness of it all.

“How was it?” You ask.

“Good.” She nods, “much needed.”

“I’m sure.” You hum. “You were missed.”

“By you?”

“By everyone.” You shoot back, eyes narrow. She laughs a little at your response, shaking her head.

“You’re never gonna let me have it, are you?”

“Have what?”

“Never mind..” She snorts. “So, did they talk bout me?”

“Not really.” You shrug.

“So how’d they miss me then?”

“They just did.” You state, planting your eyes on the gravel road you walk on. “I can tell.”

“Well,” Paige mumbles, eyeing you closely, “I guess I did get a pretty warm welcome.”

You nod halfway, recalling the way the world seemed to stop once people recognized her. It was overwhelming, powerful, but also terrifying. Maybe something you wanted to bring up. But not now.

“Are you hurt?” You ask.

“Exhausted.” Paige smiles. “Super drunk, by the way. And exhausted. And aching.”

“Paige.” You frown.

“Not hurt.” Paige doubles down. “Not badly, anyways.”

“Yours or something else’s?” You ask, pointing to the speckle of blood on her black tank.

“Something else.”

“Were there a lot?”

“No.” She hums. “It was calm.”

You nod, subtly eyeing the way she walks. Her steps are heavy, her head seemingly held with much effort. You can tell now that the buzz of socializing has worn off, she’s incredibly tired.

“You looked like you were having fun.” Paige cuts between your thoughts.

“And what does that look like?” You ask.

“Not like anything I’ve seen from you before.” She snorts, and you feel a slight prick of jealousy from her. “You were all smiley. N’ they were all over you.”

“Yeah, well.” You shrug. “I’m a few too many drinks deep. And you have good friends.”

“Looks like they’re your friends too.” She says, eyes piercing you like spears.

“Jealous?” You glance at her, feeling a little surge of hot confidence against the cool wind.

She chews her lip for a moment, half taken aback from your forwardness and half amused by it.

“It’s good to see you like that.” She finally shoots out. “But I can’t help but be jealous too.”

Now it’s your turn to be surprised. You weren’t expecting that answer either. She laughs, seeing it on your face.

“No need to be.” You manage to chuckle. “They might just like me for the weed anyways.”

Her eyes narrow. “You don’t actually think that, do you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I think they like me. But I also think we were all drunk. That changes things.”

She nods slightly. “Are you drunk right now?”

“Not like before.” You say. “M’ not sober though. Still tingling.”

“Sweet.” Paige grins, looking up at the sky. “I’m not even gonna lie, everything is kinda spinning right now. Like, not a lot, but it’s kinda making me feel sick.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope.” She hums, popping the p. You watch as she closes her eyes, head still tilted to wards the stars. “Fuck, the fresh air feels so good.”

“Paige, how far is your house?” You ask. “N’ are you good to walk home alone when I leave?”

“I’m fine.” She says with little worry. “I’ve done harder things while drunk.”

“Okay..” you trail off, worry only growing as you spy your house coming up on the road.

“Should I walk you to the door?” Paige grins, laughter a ghost on her lips.

“No need to be a gentleman.” You shake your head with a smile, walking up the path to your front door. She follows beside you anyways, tripping slightly as you pass through the gate.

“Paige, you good?” You frown, even more concerned. “I don’t think you’re gonna make it home tonight.”

“Of courseeee I am.” Paige huffs. “I always make it home.”

The comment sinks a little deeper than it should. Maybe it’s the slightly pathetic way she says it, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips. The way she says it so easily, like there’s no question...or rather no room for question at all.

Before you can even respond, she jerks away from you and folds over, vomiting onto the bush by your front door.

"Fuck." You curse, rushing over to hold back the strands of hair that escape from her loose bun. You let your fingers pull back the blonde whisps as she empties her guts on your front lawn, pulling away once or twice just to gag and do it all over again.

It's only a few seconds later that she's spitting up saliva, breathing heavy, hands on her knees.

"Sorry about your bush." She coughs out, glancing at you with embarrassment.

Those words make your chest pinch.

"Jesus, Paige. I don't give a crap about my bush." You frown, taking in her face, which is now pale and shiny with sweat. "Why the fuck are you so accommodating all the time? You're drunk and exhausted, you don't have to be sorry for anything."

Her brow just furrows, and she takes one hand off of her knee to harshly wipe her lips. After a slow blink, all she says is, "Huh?"

You pause.

"Never mind." You sigh, trying not to look at the bile all over your lawn. "Just—just come inside."

Paige's eyes widen. "I'm fine."

"Just spend the night. Wash up, sleep." You tut. "I won't be the reason you blackout on the way home."

"I guess I could use a shower, huh." Paige grins, though it's one of the weakest she's spared you yet. You open the door for her, and she steps inside like it's her own house.

You look outside at the clear, starry sky, and will your chest to unravel whatever tension always seems to build around her. Your fingertips tingle. Your head pounds. You breath the clean air, and then step inside.

THE NIGHT IS long, and quiet aside from the sound of her breathing, and the whirr of your electrical fan.

It was all sort of a blur. You showed her around briefly via the point of your finger. Kitchen. Living room. Stairs. Bedroom. Bathroom.

You poured her a glass of water, and draped your couch with your blankets and pillows. She complained the whole way through, but slumped over on the old cushions like they’d been calling her name all night.

She was asleep before you could offer her anything else. And then it was just the sound of air through her nostrils and the creak of floorboards under your feet.

You find yourself in bed, back to the mattress, eyes on the popcorn ceiling. They open. They close. You hold them that way, but nothing happens. Your breathing slows. You fingers stop twitching. No sleep comes.

You turn to the side. You put on a thicker pair of pyjamas shorts. You wrap yourself in a blanket, then sweat profusely till you strip those shorts off and the blanket is kicked to the foot of your bed. You almost take your top off too before you remember Paige is sleeping just upstairs on your couch.

Cicadas sound from outside. Moonlight is your only guide to the shape of your room. You don’t know how long you’ve been trying to go to bed, but it feels like it’s been well over a night already.

There’s a creak from upstairs.

You still.

It’s small, like the shift of someone’s weight. It pauses, then you hear it again. A creak, and a soft groan.

You hurriedly shimmy your pyjamas shorts on, flinging a blanket over your body and turning your back to face the staircases direction. You keep your eyes open, but allow your breaths to fall rhythmically.

You can hear legs shift off of the couch upstairs, feet on hardwood, and then you hear her stand. She steps slowly, like she’s struggling to make her way around.

She pauses by the staircase like she’s thinking. And then she takes a weary step down.

You try to fake sleep as best as possible, but it’s hard knowing she’s walking down the stairs that lead into your basement-bedroom. You can hear the moment she steps foot onto your floor again, and the pause. The weight of her stare, brief but there, on your form in bed.

She turns to the bathroom just nearby. The door whines as it opens, and then shuts with a soft click.

You turn back towards her direction, spying the faint glow of bathroom light through the cracks of the door. Running water from the showerhead fills the house's silence.

You try your best to fall asleep again. It's odd, having another living person in your space again. Back home, the bunks full of girls were suffocating, but you've grown used to sleeping in a quiet home since coming to Jackson. The sound of the shower running throws that off.

Most of all, you don't want to be awake when she comes out. So you screw your eyes shut, turn your back on the door, and try to clear your mind.

And then you remember the only clothes she has are the ones she's been stewing in for the past four days out in the wild. She'll have to get back into those scraps after her shower and attempt to fall asleep again.

With a sigh, you begrudgingly get up from your bed and step over to your closet.

What would Paige want to wear? It's not like you have an abundance of options, and you honestly don't think she could care less. You shake your head, trying not to think so hard about it, and settle for some thin sweat-shorts that are too long on you, and a stained black t-shirt.

After a pause, you wedge some loose men's boxers between the folded clothes. Just in case.

You hold the clothes against you for a moment, listening to the sound of running water behind you. It feels--weird, to say the least. To be here, picking out her clothes as she showers in your bathroom after a night out. Like if things were normal, this is what you'd be doing more often.

The water stops, and the shower curtains pull open behind the bathroom door.

You take a step, quiet aside from the creak beneath your bare feet, and pause in front of the peeling wood. Gingerly, you knock,

"Paige?"

"Oh, shit." She says, voice echoing through the door. "I thought I'd be able to keep you from waking up. My bad."

"It's fine." You tut, choosing not to share the fact that you've been awake all night. "I thought, uhm. That you'd want something to change into. Other than whatever grimy thing you came here in."

She opens the door before you can step back from it, and she opens it wide with no shame. The bathroom is moist. Her hair is darker, wet and slicked back slightly against her shiny skin. She's got an old towel wrapped tight around her, and a slightly embarrassed, tight lipped smile on her face.

"Oh." You flinch, not expecting her to be so close. You hold out the folded clothes. "Uh, here."

Paige looks at you for a moment, up and down, at your worn, wrinkled pyjamas, and the neat stack of clothes. She shifts to hold the towel around her with one hand, and then takes the clothes with the other.

"Thanks." She nods.

"No problem." You say back awkwardly.

She just smiles a little wider, cheeks red as she shakes her head and closes the door.

You try your best not to cringe at yourself, sitting against the edge of your bed feeling completely out of place.

There's some shuffling behind the bathroom door, before the light turns off and the door opens again. Out she comes, black tee fitting a little too perfect, sweat-shorts slightly water stained. She holds her old clothes in a scrunched ball against her chest.

Her hair is a little tousled, towel dried hastily, and slightly wavy against her shoulders. The sleeves of the shirt are a tad bit tight against the curve of her biceps. She looks better. more awake. Less like she smells of blood, more like she smells of the mystery-scented soap you use to bathe.

"So." She raises her brow, noting your long stare. "I'm hungover, but I'm fine. I can...head out."

That snaps you out of it. "Paige." You snort. "Just keep the clothes on the floor somewhere and go to bed."

"That's the thing." She sighs. "I'm awake now. Don't wanna be a bother."

You just get up from your seat on the bed, making your way towards the stairs before turning your head slightly to glance at her. "Just put the clothes down, Paige."

She sets them down gingerly by her feet and follows you wordlessly.

The stairs croak under your feet and hers. You try not to think of her view of you as you scale the steps in front of her, relaxing a little when you reach the living room.

"Do you want something to eat?" You ask, walking towards the kitchen.

"Nah." She mumbles. "Water would be great though."

You nod, quietly filling a chipped glass with tap water and handing it to her, noting the way she eyes your every move. Her fingertips graze yours as she takes the glass from you. You try not to stare as she downs it in one go.

The house is quiet again. She shifts on her feet.

You can't take it suddenly, the quiet, the lack of buzz in your system. Wordlessly, you brush past her and speed downstairs, rummaging through your bedside table drawers and running back up.

"What was that?"

"C'mon." You huff, heading to the front door.

You open it, she steps out warily. The air is thick and humid, but on occaision theres a chilly wind that clears out all the heat. You join her, sitting on the front steps of your porch. She sits down next to you, and you hold out a lighter.

Paige watches as you place a blunt between your lips and lean forward. She stalls--just for a moment--and then flicks the flame on. An orange glow illuminates her face and yours as you wait for the fire to catch, before pulling away and exhaling smoothly.

"Is this what you do when you can't sleep?" She asks.

"No. I usually thug it out. I've been saving this one." You shrug, taking another hit before passing it to her, fingers brushing again.

"For me?" She grins, white teeth bared.

You just look at her. No response.

"Makes sense." She shrugs, lips wrapping around the paper with practiced ease. Her jaw flexes as she inhales and purses her lips on the exhale. Smoke flows from her mouth into the blue night. "I feel like you talk to me easier when you're high."

"It's never easy." You scoff.

"Why?"

"I wish I knew." You mumble honestly. She just looks at you. Not with any distane, no hurt. Just thoughtfulness, the type she decides is better kept to herself.

She passes the blunt back to you. You can feel the mental haze forming already.

"Does it do anything?" You puff. "Running away when it gets hard?"

"I'm not running away." She frowns.

"I'm not judging you." You shoot back. "I'm curious, too."

She thinks for a moment. "It's temporary." Paige nods. "The adrenaline. And the feeling of nobody depending on me. I just need it sometimes. Or else it it's all too much."

You just hum in agreement.

"How's it been?" She asks. "Have you decided to settle n' play with horses all day?"

You pass the joint back to her. "I'll go on patrol." You say.

Paige just blows smoke and smiles. It's lazy, but true. White teeth bared, pink lips pulled up. It makes you shiver.

"Cold?" She grins.

"A little."

"I'm sweating." She hums. "Might be the boxers. They're warm."

You chuckle. "Figured you wouldn't wanna go freebie in those shorts."

"Nah, I like em." She nods, hooking her finger around the waitband of her boxers to show you. The faded band of fabric is peeking over the hem of her sweat-shorts. You let yourself stare.

"You ever worn these?" Paige asks.

"No." You say. "Makes my thighs chafe."

"Shame." Paige hums, but you don't miss how her eyes dart to your bare legs, at the skin that shows as your pj shorts sit high on them.

You watch as she catches herself checking you out, blinking before biting her lip and looking away. She hands the blunt back without a glance.

You feel light as air when you ask, "How come you knew I wasn't happy?"

"Did I?" She plays dumb.

"Didn't you?" Your eyes narrow at her. She holds that gaze with no problem. "Somehow, you knew I wanted more."

"Well, you made it pretty damn clear." Paige scoffs. "You seemed fuckin' miserable. And nobody actually enjoys being on horse duty all day. Brushing and braiding horses isn't a daily job. You were doing jackshit."

"Hey!" You cough, handing the blunt back as you catch your breath. "I did saddles too. Gave everything a top-up."

"Yeah, well." Paige smiles, raising her brows. "Compared to what you used to do, I figured you'd be pretty unfufilled spending the rest of your life in the barn."

"So that's it?" You snort. "You knew because the barn is boring?"

Paige just pauses, looking out to the sky as she brings a hand to her face, rubbing her mouth nervously.

"Oh, there's something else." You scoff. "Seriously, what?"

"Nothing."

"Paige." You say seriously. She half glances at you, bottom lip between her teeth.

"Paige." You drawl again.

She puts out the butt of the joint on the concrete steps.

"It was the time we all smoked in the movie theatre. The first time you hung out with everyone."

"Okay." You nod.

"We were talking about something--something stupid. Like hooking up in risky places or whatever." She continues on. Her ears are turning pink. "Your answer. Just, like. Y'know, kinda made it obvious what kind of life you're used to living."

You swallow, taking in how flustered she is. You feel light as a feather, and ready to poke at that newfound embarrassment she's showing. You decide to play dumb.

"I barely even remember that." You hum solemnly. "What'd I say again?"

"I dunno." She mumbles.

"Sure you do. It striked you enough to offer me patrol." You egg her on.

"Something about an artillery room." Paige breaks, cheeks pink. "On a table with guns. Or something."

"Oh," You sigh, resting your head in your palms. "That. I remember that."

"Anyway." She swallows tersely. "You obviously like adrenaline. I'm the same way."

"Uhuh." You roll your eyes. "Good to know."

She pales. "Didn't mean it like that."

“It’s still true though, isn’t it.” You snort, surprising yourself with the boldness. She seems surprised too, or maybe just flustered overall. She runs a her hand through her damp hair, bicep flexing at the curve of her arm.

“I guess.” She mumbles.

“You guess?”

“S’been a while.” She shrugs, like she’s embarrassed to admit it.

“Hm.” You nod. “I’m surprised.”

She turns to you now, brows furrowed slightly. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing!” You raise your hands. “Just—y’know. I figured you were…getting around.”

“What made you think that?” She presses, and now it’s your turn to be embarrassed.

“You just give that vibe.” You state. The real reason is because she’s attractive, but you won’t say that.

“Bro.” She scoffs, shaking her head. “Far from it.”

A beat passes. Wind blows a little.

“I’ve only been with one person.” She mutters under her breath.

You still.

“Azzi?” You ask. “The one on some expedition?”

She nods. “We were a thing for a while. Not anymore—I told you that already—but I learnt everything through that relationship. And we were young, so we weren’t really going that crazy.”

“Not fucking on artillery room tables, is what you mean.”

She chokes back a laugh. “Yeah—yeah, that.”

“S’ fair.” You nod, ignoring the pinch in your stomach at the turn of conversation. “Well, you never had to sneak around. Not like I did. It was artillery room, or a bunk full of twenty other girls.”

Paige pauses. She looks at you softly, those piercing blue eyes not nearly as harsh as you recall them to be. “My bad. That’s…not what I meant.”

“I know.” You shrug.

The wind stops. Air turns warm again, makes your skin sticky, the roots of your hair frizzy. Stars twinkle from above.

“When’ll we patrol?” You ask her, struggling to talk through the cotton mouth.

“Whenever you want.” She hums.

Her knee bumps yours on the steps. She hovers close by you as you both rise from the porch and head inside. She slinks back to the couch, you downstairs to your bed.

You sweat like a pig in the house, still warm from being outside with her. You tear off your pyjama shorts, slip under the covers, and close your eyes.

And finally, you fall asleep.

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[moethh]

dashboard simulator but with saints

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I ASKED FOR ROMANCE BOOKS AND THIS IS WHAT THEY GAVE ME???!?!??? WHAT AM I LOOKING AT????? 💀💀💀

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nvm this stuffs good 💀

#like actually??? #gonna keep reading these while my leg is still healing #recovery update

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cosplay!

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Oh this is incredible! I love it!

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oh my goodness?! thank you so much!! ❤️❤️❤️

#wow! i didn't know you would actually see this! #i'm so happy you like it!! #<3 #edit: we're mutuals now!!!

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EVERYONE‼ Below is a list of users who are ACTUAL DEMONS. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM. Just block and report. Stay safe everyone.

Keep reading

#I am not going to add trigger or content warnings to this post as I want people to see it. #However #you are obviously free to add them to your own reblogs if you wish to do so.

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🤔

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???? Uncle???????? What is this????? What does this Mean????????

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👍

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???????????????????????????????????? @'mom? Can you explain? Please????

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Idk

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PH M

OH MY GOSH. Ok. Rant incoming.

So there's this guy I'm traveling with and GET THIS: HE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN @/mom's PERPETUAL VIRGINITY?!?!??!?!

I'm thinking of killing him. Like. Actually. I'm not even kidding. I genuinely can't decide whether or not I should kill him.

So you guys should decide:

#rant #my polls #tw antidicomarian #cw antidicomarian #please vote or else i'll just let my horse decide for goodness' sake

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Alright, someone tagged me on @knight--lover's poll so this is my response to it:

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Hm. I'll think about it.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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YOUNG MAN.

#Ignatius. Come on.

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Wow! I've just found a ton of these little guys in a part of the monastery I've never been in before!

♻️ 👤 purrtrude

seems like your monastery needs one of these

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NO!!

♻️ 👤 purrtrude

what? don't like cats?

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I LIKE THE MICE!!

♻️ 👤 purrtrude

if you could save all the mice in the world, would you if all the cats starved to death?

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??? What?????? I am so confused.

Are you implying that cats only eat mice, and if they couldn't, then they would just. Die? What is happening.

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Hey, @fraaaaaancis. Just curious how you would solve this.

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Hm. Well, it seems that St. Gertrude's situation is implying that you could only save either all cats or all mice with no survivors on the other side. To me, she is just asking which animal you like more.

There is really nothing to solve? This whole situation is very strange.

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THATS NOT EVEN ME??? WHO IS THAT THAT IS NOT ME

@host-prince @host-prince @host-prince??????

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purrtrude is definitely Not You.

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OP is this your post?

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#wghhhhghghhh #i just wanted to show off the mice...... #they're living happily by the way! i bring them food!

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#my art #artists on christblr

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look at this Thing. with that look you would probably think that the man just so happened to crawl in its mouth. what a Creature.

anyways does anyone have a sword

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WILL PEOPLE IN THE NOTES STOP TELLING ME TO KEEP IT??? AS IF IT HASN'T KILLED PEOPLE?????

in case anyone forgot, this is a literal DRAGON

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@turn-me-over-im-done-on-this-side???????????? what??????????

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I fail to see what needs explaining. Where did it live?

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I-

Ok. It lived in the water.

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hm. Maybe it would taste like fish?

♻️ 🐲 marthamartha Follow

Maybe. I honestly don't know what the townspeople did with the body. They just asked me for help 🤷‍♀️

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#??????????????? #I am somewhat concerned for you two #(for all of my mutuals actually but as of seeing this post right now I am very concerned for Lawrence especially) #But I shan't say that I'm surprised considering that Lawrence told jokes while he was burning alive #and now that's his username for some reason #As a fellow joke-maker I suppose I admire that? #But as a human being I am concerned

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[sun-undone]

okay so i'm rereading the poppy war for the sole purpose of trying to squeeze all the chaltan content i can get out of it and my god is it delivering already

this first one is something that i completely breezed past in my first reading cause i didn't even know who tf chaghan was yet but on a reread????? GAY (pg. 226):

you're telling me that chaghan and altan just happened to be together when chaghan felt tyr's death? in the middle of the night??? mmhmm yup for sure

now as willing as i am to fully chalk this up to a late night chaltan tryst, i will be fair and admit that i'm not super clear on how exactly chaghan got the tyr info here. it kinda seems like he's doing his monthly meeting with the hexagram goddess (in the dialogue he literally says "there has been a hexagram" and then he interprets 3 things from it), but first off, it seems too coincidental for him to just happen to be doing that at the very moment that tyr dies, and also why tf is he doing it in the middle of the night?? is he just being extra dramatic and making up some "we have to do it at midnight" bullshit to see what he can get away with (a la the infamous kitay horse piss incident) or is there an in universe explanation for that that i've completely forgotten?

OR is it a secret, gayer third option: altan and chaghan were already together when he felt tyr's death, which then prompted him to convene with the goddess and get the hexagram. and we just don't see the full process or really get much of a proper explanation cause we're in altan's pov and it's all mysterious and shit at this point in the book. that's the one i'm going with and i cannot believe that this is their first scene together. the intimacy is already so palpable and we don't even know chaghan's name at this point in the book.

and then of course there's THIS (pg. 227):

absolutely fucking bonkers i'm spinning on my head

is anyone else this gentle with altan ever????? i'm genuinely asking. who else in the cike would even THINK about pulling a move like this? also the added layer of chaghan originally being next in line for commander before altan took him out to the fucking valley for THREE WHOLE DAYS and then THIS is his reaction to altan officially inheriting said title??? we know from a later conversation that chaghan has with rin (pg. 337) that he's very aware of how unprepared altan was to assume leadership over the cike, which just makes this gesture from him even more meaningful and tender. "we are yours to command. i am yours."

this next one just made me giggle and idk if it's just my brain being broken from scouring source material for gay crumbs or if it's actually intentional but (pg. 285):

i mean. i mean. if anyone knows the extent of chaltan, it's most definitely qara, and a lot of these crumbs involve her so i'm taking it as more evidence and no one can stop me

speaking of qara being an icon (pg. 317):

i actually forgot how much she's in this book i am so sorry queen

so unegen also has a strong reaction to ramsa's dialogue, but if i may be incredibly nitpicky about it, i'd argue that qara snorting implies a sense of "yeah right now that's funny", while unegen spitting out his wine implies more pure shock than anything else. i'm sure the cike have some idea about chaghan and altan's relationship going deeper than meets the eye (if it's this obvious from the crumbs we get over the span of a handful of scenes i can only imagine how sick and tired they must be after an entire year of it), but once again, qara is likely the only one who really KNOWS. for obvious reasons.

then we have the iconic dramatic entrance where chaghan is officially introduced, and even before zooming into a specific piece of it to prove my chaltan agenda, just the very existence of this scene is so fucking insane to me. rebecca could've chosen any way to properly introduce us to chaghan, and this is what she decided on. you could argue that it sets up chaghan's dramatic and obnoxiously proud personality, and that him being hurt is so we can see how it affects qara (and also just to up the tension and stakes) BUT how coincidental that on top of achieving all that character and narrative stuff, it also succeeds in showing us a completely different side to altan. one that is specifically brought about by chaghan.

would altan rush out into a sea of federation soldiers to help any other member of the cike? yes. but rebecca chose to show him helping THIS member of the cike. in THIS dramatic of a fashion (and it's literally on a horse like that is so fractured fairytale romance of her actually). and it's also the aftermath that really clues us into something deeper between him and chaghan in particular (pg. 373):

along with qara, who is SOUL BONDED TO CHAGHAN BY THE WAY, altan is screaming at him for being reckless and how he could've gotten himself killed. intentionally or not, rebecca is clearly aligning altan and qara here, and i LOVE how it's shown in the way their dialogue is formatted. you don't even know who is saying which fragment. they are one in the same when it comes to the level in which they care about chaghan's wellbeing. and also when it comes to yelling at him for being an idiot! and if that's not love then idk what is

[mythicmanuscripts]

This blog is now officially my favourite and I'm totally addicted to all your content on Aemond and Aegon.

There was a comment on how Aemond probably immediatly tries to fulfill all his wives wishes even if it wasn't serious (that one was mainly about killing people but anyways) and I was wondering if we could get some thoughts on a situation where he can't to that. Maybe they're travelling and she mentions how much she would love a hot bath or her own bed (without meaning anything by it) and he just can't do anything about it

I should have known that one of you lads would find a way to make that crack post serious and a little angsty. We love torturing men on this blog.

There is implied sub!aemond in this answer but no explicit thoughts so I won't be letting you all hide behind a cut, you know what you're getting into here!!

So for anyone who missed the ask this is referencing: I made a joke a while ago about how Aemond would reach a point where he's just no thoughts head empty do whatever pretty wife says. Aemond is a service sub through and through and he absolutely loves being able to do things for you. More than just like it, he takes extreme pride in it?

Not just because he's your submissive, but because he's also your husband. He needs to know he's being a good husband, that he's worthy of a wife like you and he gets genuinely distressed if he thinks he's disappointed you or angered you in any way.

When this specific thing happens, I like the idea of it maybe being when you're both travelling somewhere on Vhagar? Like maybe all the members of the royal family are expected to show their support for something all the way up at Winterfell. Most of them are all going by horse and carriage, but Aemond of course would take Vhagar and he asks if you'd like to join him. Aemond LOVES when it's just you, him and Vhagar and he absolutely adores flying and travelling with you. Plus, Vhagar loves you just as much because from the moment she met you she knew that you were so good for Aemond.

Anyway, the point is that you were able to instead go by comfortable horse and carriage, stopping at inns every day and being welcomed by all the common folk in the area. Instead, you chose to leave a week after everyone else with Aemond and to fly on Vhagar instead, which is only a three day journey because of how fast she is and how long she can fly for.

But those three days flying means that for two nights you're pretty much just camped out wherever Vhagar lands for the day. Right from the start Aemond offered to check the maps and find inns for both nights but you told him not to bother.

You know that Aemond will be uncomfortable staying in inns, especially because he's so recognisable and so he knows all the people in the area will want to speak with him. Forcing him to show up at Winterfell and show his public support for something he couldn't give less of a shit about is bad enough, he doesn't need to also be a roadside attraction for two nights.

More than just that, you know Aemond could really really do with three days of just you, him and Vhagar.

The first day of flying you don't even speak much. You're seated behind Aemond, your hands wrapped around his waist and it's just perfect.

When Vhagar lands for the night, you set up camp while Aemond checks around to ensure it's a safe place to spend the night.

When he comes back, you have everything set up and you make an offhanded comment that you miss your nice warm bed. You don't even think much of it and continue putting the twigs together for the fire. It's only once you have the fire going fully that you realise Aemond still hasn't come to sit with you and has instead stayed standing where he was when you made the comment.

You ask him what's wrong, and to your shock he's silent for a moment before he asks, "Do you not want to stay with me?"

You have no idea where that came from, and when you ask he says that you mentioned missing your bed. You can't help it, you have to laugh at your sweet husband. You motion for him to come sit with you and when he does, you link arms with him and lean against his shoulder.

"Of course I want to," you tell him, "it was just an offhanded comment, I love being here with you."

You can feel him relax a little, no longer sitting as straight and tense, but he's still not satisfied. He speaks up again, "I don't know what to do," he says, "I can't... I can't do anything about that."

You frown and lean more against him, pressing a kiss under his jaw and telling him that he doesn't need to do a thing. You promise him that you love being with him, and that you never would have agreed to come if you genuinely didnt want to sleep out here with him.

Even with that reassurance, he's still a little unsettled throughout the night, and you can see this by the way he tries even harder than usual to please you. He double and triple checks that you don't want anything, he folds your clothes himself, he offers you extra blankets, just does everything he can because he feels like he's failing you by not being able to make you comfortable.

You can see he's spiralling, and I actually think the best thing to do might be to give him a command? No amount of reassurance will help his brain relax, he needs to feel like he has done something good for you.

Maybe you just have him brush your hair for you? There's not much you can ask him to do in the middle of nowhere, so you grab your brush and ask him to take your braids out your hair and brush it through. He's so so gentle with it, really taking his time to ensure he doesn't pull you.

When he finishes you turn to face him and give him a kiss, thanking him for helping you and telling him how much you're loving being with him.

After you arrive at Winterfell, Aemond tells you that he never wants to travel another way with you again.

[domxmarvel]

Cowboy

Pairing: Cowboy!Thanos x Female!Reader

It was yet another morning of your usual chores,your father owned this ranch since you were a child but after an accident you stopped riding. So you essentially turned into a caretaker for the horses. 

"Excuse me,princess

"Yes" you stopped brushing the horse and faced him fully. You turned your head to see some new guy,dressed in red and black with a cowboy hat.

"Are you the one in charge around here?" He asked,his head tilted just slightly,the look on his face was very confident.

"Practically,my father owns it but I take care of most of it"

"Ah,I see,makes sense" He looked over at you and the stable. "So,you must be pretty good with horses,eh?"

"Well I have been here since I was young"

"Oh really? I'm assuming you got your own little favorite,too." He began walking closer to you,he seemed genuinely interested which was an odd change for you. You walked over,gesturing for him to follow. The last stall had a horse with dark almost blue fur,who reached out to be pet. 

"This is Gamora,my father named her after some movie character," you explained. He chuckled slightly,putting his hand out for the horse to sniff.

"Looks like she takes after her name,all strong and tough." He began patting her head,and Gamora didn't seem to have an issue with the stranger petting her.

"You know the character she's named after? I haven't seen that movie but my father loves it"

"Of course I do,it's my favorite one" He said it like it was supposed to be obvious,he chuckled slightly just looking at Gamora.

"So,you're here to ride or...?" You finally asked.

"I want to rent a nice one,a little break from my own horse" He still seemed quite interested,he stopped petting Gamora to look back at you. "You think you could pick a good one for me?"

"Why don't you just go with Gamora,she's pretty good even when someone new is riding her"

"She's a big sweetheart too,huh?" He said,turning back to the horse who was now rubbing its nose against him expecting more pats.

"She's an angel" you moved to set up her saddle when your father entered and greeted the man. He looked towards your father,taking off his cowboy hat out of respect.

“Mr. L/N,good to see you again.” He said his voice was deep and strong but he seemed sincere.

"Thanos,good to have you here" your father patted his back before looking over at you and turned back to him. "You picked Gamora? That's funny" he joked but you didn't get the joke,oblivious to what's going on. Thanos chuckled at the joke,he knew it’d go over your head,he leaned a little closer to your dad and said in a quieter tone of voice

“We’ll have to fix your kid’s film taste”

"Just explain the joke" you sighed.

“Well,” He began,looking back at you. “My name is Thanos,same name as the main villain of a movie your father mentioned.” He explained,looking back at your father with a smirk.

"Well,no wonder he likes you," you joked as he continued explaining.He smirked again at your comment,your dad laughed too.

“Of course I like him,he has good movie taste.” Your dad joked along.

“And the funny thing is,this big purple alien guy has an adopted daughter named Gamora.” He explained,looking back at Gamora who was standing patiently.

"Oh,that explains it. It's pretty funny"

“Now you need to watch the movie,trust me it’s a masterpiece.” Thanos said.

"Okay,fine" you finished saddling her up. "You ready to take her for a ride?" He said,he took the reins from your hands. He looked down at Gamora and said

“Alright you and me,gorgeous.” You didn't realize he was talking to her and not you,because you answered.

"Oh,no I don't ride anymore" your back was turned so you didn't even realize. Thanos chuckled.

“No I meant the horse” He took that moment to look you up and down,admiring your figure for a little too long. You turned to look at him.

"Oh,guess I didn't realize" you chuckled,to be fair you could picture him saying that to you.

“Yeah,but speaking of you not riding anymore.” He patted gamora on the head affectionately before looking at you again. “Why don’t you ride? Can’t imagine you’ve never thought of being on the back of this beauty here”

"I have been,I just don't ride anymore" 

“Can I ask why? You look to have the experience,and I’m assuming you’ve made this cutie listen to you” He patted Gamora's neck,she just seemed to be enjoying the attention.

"I'd rather not talk about it right now"

“Ah,okay.” He took the reins in his hand. “But maybe someday,I could convince you to get back into it.”

"I doubt it" you said,already having given up on ever riding again.

“We’ll see about that princess”

***

For the next month he'd show up every couple of days to ride,always with Gamora who seemed to be taking a liking to him. He was a pretty good rider and you'd be lying if you said you weren't tempted by it. He always tried to convince you to ride but you just couldn’t,the memory was just too fresh.

“I have an idea,” he said,dismounting and landing next to you.

"I have a feeling it's a bad idea" He rolled his eyes and smirked

“Have a little faith in me,princess.” He was still patting Gamora,she was now rubbing her head against his shoulder. “Just hear me out.”

"Fine"

“Alright so.” He said,holding your gaze. “I want you to mount Gamora,with me right behind you.” You sighed. 

"I knew this was a bad idea"

“I promise I won’t let you fall,princess.” He smirked again,he was always teasing you with that nickname. “Besides,I’ll be right next to you so you have absolutely no chance of getting hurt.”

"Fine,but I get off whenever I want to"

“Deal.” He got behind you and waited for you to get on first,he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable as much as possible. You got on with ease,despite how much time passed it was still second nature. He was practically holding you by now,his chest was pressed against your back and his legs were on either side of you. “There you go,see princess? Simple.” He said,taking the reins and getting Gamora to begin walking. Slowly he handed you the reins. Slowly moving faster,you felt your hands shake as you held the reins. “Hey,hey. It’s alright princess,I’m right here.” His hands covered yours. But you couldn't take much more and pulled the reins,making her slow down. He still held you close though,he didn’t want to let go just yet. Yet you quickly got off not being able to take anymore. He quickly got off and moved closer to you.

“You alright princess?”

"Yeah,I'll be fine"

“I’m sorry,princess. I pushed you too far,didn’t I?”

"No,I just... it's not your fault" with that you walked off.

***

the next day

You were in the stables as usual.

“Hey princess.” He said,as he started saddling Gamora while he looked at you.

"Hey" He finished saddling the horse and walked over to you,leaning against a support beam. His hat hung lower than usual,casting a shadow over his eyes.

“Any chance I’m able to convince you to ride with me again?” He said,his voice was low and smooth.

"I don't know,Thanos"

“Please,princess?” He said,putting on a playful puppy-dog face.

"Fine,just a few minutes" Despite the lingering fear you somehow felt safe with him being there. He smiled when you agreed.

“A few minutes is a start.” He said,walking over to Gamora and getting on her back. “Just mount up,and I’ll be right behind you again.” He said,patting the open space in-front of him. You mounted as you felt him wrap his arms around you. "Just take it slow" You subconsciously held on to his hand,which held the reins. As you moved a little faster you slightly looked back.

"Why are you so invested in this? Wanting to get me back to riding?"

“You clearly have passion for riding,not to mention you’re probably better than me. And you just looked like you missed riding” With a new air of confidence you moved into a gallop. He had to lean forward a bit to compensate for the increased speed,it caused him to press even closer to you.

"Hold on" He smirked and tightened his hold on your waist.

“You don’t need to tell me to do that princess.” He teased,he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon. You were going faster until you could feel the breeze of wind through your hair. A few minutes later you slowed down to a stop,feeling exhilarated by having ridden again.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,was it princess?”

"I...I did it"

“And guess what…”

"What?" He leaned forward and next to your ear,letting his lips gently brush against it,he said

“You did it without shaking once.And it was damn hot to watch you ride like that.”

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Which hellenic deity is reaching out to you?

Take what resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new experiences. Also thank you so much for all the support from yall. I really appreciate everyones feedback on my readings. It really solidifies the idea that i can do this professionally. I hope my readings assist yall more 💙

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Leo, Aquarius, Capricorn

Cards: 3 of pentacles, 10 of wands, 4 of swords, big picture thinking

Song: Beginnings by Madeon

Hey there, friend! You have a couple different deities from the hellenistic pantheon reaching out to you. Three to be exact. It seems like they have been reaching out to you for a while now. Either you haven't noticed or they have been keeping their identities secret from you. They have been watching you work your ass off trying to handle everything on your own. It seems like you have been rejecting their help because you have some pride in doing things independently. They want you to know that you are not weak by accepting help from anyone. The door is open to work with them if you ever you want to accept them. I see very clearly Lady Athena wants your attention. She has been looking after you since you were born. She is the main deity reaching out to you. There is also Lord Ares reaching out as well. I can deduce pretty easily that you have been through war your whole life. It could be internal war but it could also be literal. Both Lady Athena and Lord Ares want to take over the war for you so you don't need to fight anymore. They want you to rest. They want to take care of you so you can have a breath of fresh air that you don't breathe in battle. You have been fighting for so long. The last deity who wants to work with you is Mother Gaia herself. She wants to scoop you up in a cradle of comfort. I see you are a truly environmentally conscientious person and she really really likes that about you. I see you trying your best to be waste-free. She really likes when you go outside and appreciate her regularly. She sits with you whenever you are on your porch. The beautiful thing about all three of these entities reaching out to you is that it is an invitation. It is not a demand. They want to help you because they like you and everything you do intuitively. You really wouldn't have to change anything drastically about your routine to work with them. They love you for you and are only asking to help take some stuff off your plate.

PILE TWO

Astrology: Gemini, Libra, Pisces

Cards: Knight of Swords, Page of Cups, 7 of Cups, Water Your Garden

Song: Family by Mother Mother

Hello, pile 2! You have two deities reaching out to you. Lord Ares has been asking to work with you for months. I see that you might be too scared to work with him. You have definitely noticed his call already. You have seen vultures, horses, dragons' and dogs in places you should not have seen them. That's Lord Ares calling out to you. In dreams, he might appear to you as a shadowy figure even if it isn't a dark setting. He's seen how lonely you have been. He wants to help you. You don't need to be scared believe me. Mythologically he is probably the safest male god you could work with. He is a protector of SA survivors. I dunno if you have heard about the myth when he slaughtered his daughter's assaulter. I think the way you view Lord Ares is understandable. He is portrayed as this scary war god but genuinely he represents a lot more than just war. He is also a minor god of dance 💃 He wants you to know he wants to keep you safe and protect you. Lord Apollo is also reaching out to you. I see you find a lot of comfort in music which is why he is reaching out. I see you turning a lot of the pain you have been through into art. Lord Apollo wants to see you get the love you deserve for all the pain you endured. He and Ares want to work together to help you take care of yourself. There is such a tenderness and restful vibe in the energy I'm getting from the cards. They want you to know the scary parts are over and you can relax finally. Leave the scary things to them.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Cancer, Scorpio, Virgo

Cards: 10 of Cups, The Wheel of Fortune, 7 of Pentacles, Breath of the Cosmos

Song: He^rt by Starcadian

Hi pile 3! Welcome to your reading. The deity reaching out to you is attempting to be mysterious while also trying to get your attention so you might not have picked up on their signals that they sent out. I see Lady Artemis is this mysterious energy. Her symbols are deer, archery, wolves, wild plants, the moon and the stars. There are plenty more symbols of hers that I could name but I feel that she wants you to do your own research if you choose to work with her. I'm unsure what she wants to assist you with but I do know it is something that will fulfill you more than anything you have worked on before. She really desires to be there for you when you start this journey. I also see Zues wanting to help you as well. He specifically wants to assist you with something financial. I see you are working on something that you have given so much energy to. He really likes what you are making and wants to sponsor you and help you complete the task at hand. The work you are completing has something to do with speaking or maybe even writing. It looks like you could draw so much wealth from this endeavor. Use his connection to the planet Jupiter to your advantage. Jupiter is the planet of higher learning and abundance. Perhaps you are working on a thesis paper and he enjoys how you have spoken about the subject of this paper. These two don't seem to want to work together on anything. It feels more akin to them helping you in different areas of life just to give you a leg up. They welcome you with open arms.

PILE FOUR

Astrology: Aries, Sagittarius, Taurus

Cards: The Emperor, 6 of Wands, 9 of Wands, The Blue Flame

Song: Esctatic Baby by Yeasayer

Welcome pile four! I see 2 deities VERY clearly for you. They both only recently took an interest in you. Something changed very drastically in your life. This big change is what invited these two. The first is Lord Posideon. He saw the strength of your flame from the coastline. I have a feeling you are land-locked. You are as far from the sea as you possibly can be and he saw your passion from that distance. He is so intrigued by you. He wants to help kindle your flame so you don't burn out your passion too early. You felt so called to do whatever it is you are doing and you are giving it everything you have. Your whole soul is aimed at what lit this flame in you. He loves seeing how fired up you are. It's probably been a while since you felt this way. He wants to you slow your roll juuuuust a little bit. Don't burn out your fuel too quickly and cultivate your fire into victory. The other deity reaching out is Lord Dionysus. He wants to help you with the same thing Lord Posideon wants to help you with. He wants to see you bloom and grow. He wants to see your venture fruitful. He doesn't want your work to go unrewarded. I think you might smoke bud or something and he connects really well through that with you. Again the same message of "Don't over-do it" is coming through. They both love the enthusiasm you are giving but just make sure you are still caring for your body. Make sure you are setting good boundaries with yourself and your work. They can't wait to see where you go with this. Good luck, friend!

[thesweetestofdreams]

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Steve Harrington apocalypse 1.4k (part 1, part 2)

marauders post coming tomorrow btw! is this far too short for my liking? yes. but expect much more frequent updates because that is a goal of mine and if you want to scream at me to write more or write something you want to see please do

You'd been walking for hours, the sun an ever-rising beacon overhead. You just had to make it to sundown. Then you would all stop. Then you could rest. Nancy said the whole trip shouldn't take more than three days tops. Three hours was enough to have your side burning but at least your head wasn't spinning as bad as it had on your way back to camp with Steve.

Robin hadn't stopped talking for the last hour. To her credit she was doing so quietly especially after some thinly veiled sighs drifted from Nancy's station at the front. Steve and Jonathan held up the back and you thought it must kill Steve not to be at the front as he so often was.

"That was when I decided I hated camping," Robin said.

You nodded, hardly paying attention. You got the feeling Robin was talking less to have you listen to her and more to have something to do, which is why it surprised you so much when she leveled a very genuine and curious look your way.

"What were you like when you were little?" she asked.

"What?" You looked at her like she'd just spoken a different language.

"When you were little," she started again, "what were you like? Did you like horses? What did you want to be when you grew up?"

It seemed like a very redundant question now. There was no point in remembering who you were before, what you liked, what you wanted. It was all gone now, everything. You liked Robin. She always meant well, which is precisely why you couldn't say all of that to her.

"I don't really know," you shrugged and quickly regretted it as it pulled on your side which was growing increasingly sore. "I liked to read. I think I might have wanted to be a librarian."

You heard Steve snort behind you. "What about you then, pretty boy?" You threw at him, although you could have guessed exactly what kind of child he was.

"Firefighter," he said, his chest puffed out slightly, clearly he thought highly of the choice.

This time Robin snorted. "He wanted to be He-man," Robin said to you in mock secret. Steve made a childish sound but he didn't object.

"I think we would have been friends," Robin said, like it meant the world. "Don't tell anyone but I didn't have very many friends." She laughed but it sounded more like a sad sound.

For Robin's benefit you admitted, "I didn't either." You don't know why but you kept going. "My sister said it would get easier." Thinking about your childhood, your family, burned, like hot coffee scalding your tongue. You'd slipped. It had been so natural to say less than a month ago, to think of her. Now, it caught your breath at the top of your lungs.

"I know what you mean," Robin said, solemnly, like a condolence. Everyone here had lost someone, whether they were gone or truly lost. You never knew how much you had until you truly lost it all.

"We should stop for a minute, Nance," Jonathan called, cutting through the silence. Nancy was further ahead than she had been.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm hungry," Jonathan said with a soft smile. At that Nancy snapped into the here and now. You'd quickly learned that had it been anyone else she would have easily told them no, but she listened to Jonathan. It must have been love.

"We can stop for lunch," she said, dropping her bag onto the ground. "But not for too long, we were making good time." Jonathan pulled the oatmeal out of his bag and Steve groaned from beside him.

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After lunch when conversation died and the steady rhythm of walking left the forest hollow, Steve did what he did best, tried not to worry.

He held up the rear alone now as Jonathan walked side by side with Nancy. His mind was tangled in a loop, caught between checking the surroundings for red skies or deformed creatures that spilled over from the upside down, that and the thing he tried to avoid most.

The last phone call he'd had with Dustin. It was so normal. He was counting the days for senior year to end. He said it'd be any day now that he'd get a flood of college acceptance letters. Steve knew he would. He was the smartest kid, smartest person, he knew.

Now where was he? Was he with the others? Was he alright? That was a dangerous question. One that made his chest tighten. It was the question that restarted the loop, that forced him back to the forest and watching his footing and counting heads. Which is exactly how he knew you were falling before it happened.

The terrain wasn't nearly as flat and open as it was closer to the barn. The forest was denser, wet from a rain you didn't see at camp. Your arm slid down the tree ripping bark with it as a root caught your shoe. Steve was close enough to grab your elbow, pulling you up before your face could collide with a rock.

He expected wide eyed shock or maybe even a hint of gratitude on your face, but there was neither. All he saw was a painful grimace as you gasped for a breath. Before he could even voice his concern you wrenched free from his grip taking a few unsteady steps forward.

"You guys alright?" Nancy asked, not turning around.

"No," Steve said at the same time you said "yes," voice tight.

The three in the front turned around, stopping to stare between the two of you. "Are you-"

"I just tripped," you said with a wave of your hand all the pain from before wiped from your face. "I'm fine, we can keep going."

"Good, we've been making okay time." Nancy said looking down between her watch and her map.

No, not good, Steve thought. Maybe before he could throw aside that nagging feeling that something was wrong, simply choose not to worry about you, but now, he knew something was well and truly wrong. He couldn't let you threaten the group. He couldn't take that chance. Now it would be on him if anything worse were to happen any of them.

He could tell you were walking quicker now, avoiding him, but as much as you liked to think so, he wasn't an idiot.

"What was that?" he hissed over your shoulder.

"What?" you said, the picture of innocence on your face.

"Don't what me. You know exactly what I'm talking about?" He could feel his face heating up, trying to real in his anger.

"I tripped at the store, a bruise remember. I mean told you just this morning you really must never listen, Harrington."

Yep you definitely thought he was an idiot, but if there was one thing Steve knew by now it was getting his ass kicked.

"A bruise," he said it like a question but it wasn't one. "Doesn't do that," he said pressing his finger into your side. It wasn't soft but he didn't press hard either and here you were sucking a breath through your teeth. A bruised rib maybe but he wasn't buying it.

"God, you're such an asshole," you said just loud enough for him to hear.

"Just tell me the truth."

"I. Am," you said through gritted teeth.

"Fine I guess we can see what Nancy thinks." He started walking towards the front. You grabbed his backpack, a weak pull holding him in place.

"Don't," you said it like you say everything to him, harsh and defensive if not mocking and derisive, but he saw the pleading slant of your eyes.

"Give me one good reason not to." He locked his eyes on yours but you refused to meet his.

"Guys," Robin called from a few yards ahead. When had she gotten so far? She beckoned you both forward. "Hurry up," she said, an urgency in her voice that tightened the ever present knot in Steve's chest.

He heard you exhale. "You're not off the hook," he said pointing a finger at you as he walked backwards, he almost tripped but he caught himself.

He found his place at Robin's side, and before he could ask he saw it for himself. Patches of red sky seeping into the blue. It spread dark as blood into pure white clouds. Lightning cracked through them. It spread like a sickness into everything it touched the sky, animals, people and now it was coming for them.

A/N: i have a plan for the next couple parts so they shouldn't be a month in between anymore sorry about that

[7ndipity]

On your period

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi looks after you on your period

Warnings: mentions of menstrual cycles, reader feeling sick, not proofread

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I based it off my own experiences, so I'm sorry if it doesn't quite work for everyone. It's not the best, but I hope you like it anyway!

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As soon as he walked into your apartment and saw the duvet from the bed in a giant y/n-shaped ball on the sofa in front of the tv, he knew what was up.

Moving quietly, in case you were asleep, he crept over, smiling when he was finally able to spot your face barely peeking out of the nest of blankets, tiredly returning his grin as he came into your line of vision.

"Hi." You croaked, voice horse from lack of use.

"Hi." He replied, leaning down and touching your cheek gently, both as a greeting and to check your temperature, knowing you sometimes ran a low fever on days like this.

"When's the last time you took any meds?"

"About noon."

Without a word, he made his way to the kitchen, returning in less than a minute with a couple pills and a bottle of water, helping you untangle from the blankets before joining you on the couch and passing you the items, which you accepted gratefully.

"Why didn't you text me earlier that you weren't feeling well?" He asked.

"Didn't wanna bother you." You mumbled.

"You're not a bother." He said, frowning as he noticed you wince uncomfortably.

It was only the first day, but that was usually when your symptoms would hit the hardest. Cramps, chills, body aches, it honestly felt like you had the flu, your only comfort was knowing that things would start to level out in a few more hours.

Well, maybe not your only comfort.

"What can I do?" Yoongi asked, quietly insistent. He hated seeing you hurting and not being able to do anything about it.

"I'll be okay, don't worry." You tried to reassure him.

"That's not what I asked." He said, giving you pointed look.

You swallowed nervously, feeling shy for some reason. "Could you maybe hold me?" You asked hesitantly.

Wordlessly once again, he climbed into your makeshift nest, shifting you both around until you were draped across his lap with your head pressed to his chest.

It still felt strangely foreign to have someone look after you like this, with such gentle, determined devotion, but you were starting to get used to it. In the past, you'd just dealt on your own, not wanting to be a burden to those around you. But as soon as you met Yoongi, all that went out the door. Anytime you felt the least bit unwell, he was at your beck and call. If you needed anything at all, be it food, meds, or just a bed warmer/nap partner, he was there for you.

You still remembered his genuine offense at your first attempts to dissuade him from coming to look after you.

"Why? It's not contagious."

"No, but-"

"Then why are you rejecting my love?!"

He'd promptly come over, armed with your favorite foods, candy and heat packs. You'd been so overwhelmed and emotional, you ended up crying and telling him you loved him for the first time that night.

Now, all these months later, he was still looking after you the same as he had then.

"You want me to stay over?" He asked after a minute.

"You don't have to do that." You sighed, already start doze against his shoulder.

"But I want to. Besides, I know you sleep better with me here." He teased.

"If you keep this up, I gonna turn into a spoiled baby." You warned.

"Will you just let me take care you, dammit." How he managed to make that sound stern and soft at the same time was a skill only Yoongi could master, making you grin.

"Fine." You relented, snuggling closer to him and pressing a small kiss to underside of his jaw. "I love you."

"I love you too, spoiled baby."

"Hey!"

[penvisions]

sweetening the deal {by the grit of sandpaper}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Summary: Tommy Miller asked you to take his place beside his brother on patrols, and you're determined to not let him down even if you're far too awkward around the older Miller you don't know very well.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: canon typical language, pining, requited unrequited feelings, joel is so soft in this, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, lots of feelings, joel miller's body needs its own warning, tooth rotting fluff, mostly joel pov, SET BEFORE THE FIRST CHAPTER

A/N: dear @copperhalfcent submitted a drabble emoji as part of the final chapter celebration and of course i got carried away, what a bummer, huh? here's this for y'all to enjoy until the final chapter comes out! ♡♡

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A rather loud crack of cartilage startles you, your gun aimed toward the direction Joel approached you and the horses from. He had dismounted to check out the small wisps of smoke with an urgent but quiet request to remain behind.

“Just me ‘n my bad back.”

“Should soak in some hot water when we get back.” You say as you lower the barrel, turning your attention to the tittering horses. You miss the way his eyes darken at the image of you covered in nothing but scented bubbles flashing in his mind. It was the middle of summer, your shirts having given way to tank tops that gave the man more than a glimpse of the swell of your breasts glistening with sweat. His hands twitch at his sides, his own gun secure over his back, pistol nestled in the holster at his hip.

“Afraid that won’t do much at my age.”

“You’re not that much older than me.”

“I’m far older than you, you can’t be more’n forty.”

“Tommy’s got a few on me, but he said you’re not much older than him?”

“I’m fifty-seven, he’s about fifty. Even older with a birthday comin’ up soon. More’n a few years, actually.”

“Oh. Well, I always did go for older guys.” And fuck if his cock didn’t twitch and his stomach didn’t swoop at the implications of your words. You must’ve realized they were uttered aloud as you spin back to face him with a twisted face, heat tinging the tops of your ears and your chest rising with a deep exhale of an apology he didn’t think was necessary.

“Shit. That was wildly inappropriate, Joel. I’m so sorry.” The worry in the lines of your face, the few wrinkles he could see around your eyes made his stomach swoop again. You were so god damn expressive once he got you talking, something relatively new as you both got used to being around each other, reading each other’s moods.

“No need to apologize, we all got our preferences.”

“Still, you-you’re…I’m just gonna shut up now.” He could hear the clack of your teeth as you snap your jaw shut, tense at what he figured you thought was too forward of a conversation with someone who you interacted with only a few times a week. But he frowned, not liking the way you interpreted their easy-going patrols that had begun to develop into something he would call genuine friendship.

“Nah, is okay. Filters are for people who actually say inappropriate stuff. You’re fine, Olive.” He watches the way you begin to lead the horses down an overgrown path, falling into step behind you. Something that paired with the smoldering fire he had found keeping his eyes and ears open to those responsible. “When’s your birthday?”

“I’m a winter baby, which is ironic because I don’t like the cold.” His eyes trace the same line a drop of sweat as it makes its way from your braided hair and down the back of your neck. The increasing heat not seeming to bother you as it did so many others who had the relieve of central air in Jackson.

“Not a fan either, being from Texas we didn’t get much of it.” Joel realizes he hadn’t told anyone of his past other than Ellie in…god knows how long. You were smart though, no doubt picking up on the twang his voice carried, the particulars of it telling of his past just as much as his answers to each new question. But he was willing to share it with you, something about you softening the edges of the walls he had built up around himself. Of wanting to find out what you had in common and what you didn’t.

“Do you…like sweets?”

“Huh?” Even if he were privy to the innerworkings of your mind, the question would still have caught him off guard, doubly so since he wasn’t.

“Uh…sweets? Like cake or tart or even muffins?” Nervous, he realized, you were nervous around him sometimes. But it was so unlike the rest of the town, nervous as in worried about accidentally offending him or saying the wrong thing, not nervous he was going to throttle them. He had done his best to work alongside Tommy, to appease Maria and the council, to show them that he was committed to turning a new leave and abiding by their way of life to ensure he and Ellie had a place to call home. It had been a rough couple of months, but you sure as hell sweetened the deal.

“Wouldn’t say no to ‘em, but never went out of my way to get any for myself.” The question of who he would go out of his way to get them fore glints in your eye, but you purse your lips and refrain from another question. He rather likes betting against himself to see if you would ask the many he sees cross your face. Your brow was twitch just before you did, if you allowed yourself. Your lips would twitch if you didn’t, like you were holding back the words springing up in your mind.

After a rather awkward first couple of patrols, he had realized the set of his face may have come across as uninterested. But you were so sweet, so quiet and he found himself wondering about you beyond the bubble of time you shared while out on patrol. Tommy had barked a laugh when he asked how long you had been here, the glimmer of teasing only a younger sibling was capable of lighting up his face. Longer than him, he had said. Which meant you had to have been a part of it for a while.

Time passes and his birthday is suddenly something Tommy makes a point to stop by the house with a classic yellow cake covered in chocolate frosting.

Figured you for a simple man, so a simple cake seemed the safest bet. Hope the day is good to you, Olive.

The note attached to it was inscribed with beautiful, looping writing. Tommy had remarked that you were the go to baker for cakes, even if the requests were made at the mess hall where he learned you were one of the cooks behind the scenes. Each new piece of you he learned making him want to know more. With the thought to thank you next patrol, he accepted the cake and his brother’s company.

Ellie had made him breakfast before school, but he had remained inside all day, busing himself with cleaning and carving to ignore the memories the date always brought up. But that evening, he smiled over a small dinner with his brother as they cut into the cake almost immediately after. Glad he had opened up to you and to find that you thought of him as much as he was beginning to think of you. He would return the favor by bringing coffee, something he was learning was a commodity few had a steady supply of. A branch of his own to let you know he didn’t think you were being too forward in any capacity.

Even more so when he noticed a third slice stolen from the platter it was delivered on the next morning, a card beside it from Ellie wishing him another year for her to tease him.

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[nickeverdeen]

Hii! I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the person who asked for the jj x autistic!fem little sister request. It wasn't posted yet (even tho I'm already excited for it❤️) and some days after I sent, I had an idea of another request for the same universe, but because I was embarrased to send a second request when the first one wasn't even posted yet, I decided I was going to send just after the first one was posted.... whoever, you seem very famous between your fandoms (well deserved btw, you're a great writer) and realized that, because you have so many requests all the time, a second request coming from me would take longer if I decided to send another day. So, if it's not a problem, could I send a second request to you so at least I already have a place on your request list? if it's not, let me know.

Anyways it's an imagine with the same reader where JJ notices Sarah and reader are acting a bit odd (talking on each other's ears, giggling like kindergardens holding secrets, get silent everytime he gets to close) and he's starting to get a bit suspicious and genuinely curious. Him and his baby sister are always each other's confidants yk? He always let her comfortable to share anything to him ( he's pretty sure they're more close than any of her classmates with their parents) and she always did, like the good kid she is. So he's maaaybe a bit embarrassaed to say that he really wants to know what she might not be telling him. So I can imagine him, sensitive as a horse and acting like the protective brother he is, trying to get information from sarah, even try to make jhon B find out through Sarah. He finds out what it was at some point and why did his favourite girl didn't really wanted to tell him yet: reader is having a crush on a boy. And as if it wasn't complicated enough for JJ (because honestly she will always be his little baby and he never trusted a single soul near her, since he always feared someone could be insensitive to her. Jhon B even joked about it once, saying jj might be preparing a gun for this day) there's something else: the misterious boy is a kook. Just to make things more difficult, because jj doesn't really has a soft spot for kooks.

Jj... Doesn't really know what he's feeling. Or what he's going to say.

A boy?! | JJ Maybank x autistic fem!reader

Pairings: JJ x reader (family), Sarah x reader (platonically close), John B x JJ (platonically close), Sarah x JJ (platonic), John B x reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Comedy

Warnings: Nothing

Summary: Being JJ’s small sister and liking a Kook isn’t a very great combination and so you keep quiet about it, but being a big brother JJ starts to snoop around.

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JJ Maybank prided himself on knowing everything about his little sister. You were his favorite person in the world, and while JJ could be reckless and a bit wild, when it came to you, he was always patient, always careful. You were autistic, and he’d always made it his mission to make sure you felt safe and understood in every situation.

Which was why your recent behavior was driving him crazy.

It started small—little things, like giggling with Sarah, whispering in corners, and clamming up the moment he walked into the room. At first, JJ brushed it off, but then it kept happening. And JJ wasn’t dumb—he knew when people were hiding something.

And you? Hiding something from him? That stung.

It wasn’t like you to keep secrets. You always told him everything, whether it was about school, sensory overloads, or just how much you hated certain textures in your food. You two had a bond JJ was sure no one else could replicate, and the thought of you shutting him out made his chest ache.

So, naturally, he did what any big brother would do. He started snooping.

First, he tried to corner Sarah.

“What’s going on with you and my sister?” he asked casually, leaning on the counter like he wasn’t dying to know the answer.

Sarah smirked, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “Nothing.”

“Nothing, my ass. You two are giggling like little kids with a secret handshake. Spill it.”

“JJ,” Sarah said sweetly, “if she hasn’t told you, it’s not my place.”

That hit him harder than he cared to admit. You always told him everything. Why weren’t you telling him now?

When Sarah wouldn’t budge, JJ tried to recruit John B.

“She’s your girlfriend,” JJ argued, pacing the porch. “You can get it out of her.”

John B raised an eyebrow. “Dude, you’re acting like she’s plotting world domination.”

“She might as well be!” JJ snapped. “What if it’s something bad? What if she’s in trouble?”

John B laughed. “It’s not bad, JJ. Chill out.”

But JJ couldn’t chill. He spent the next few days agonizing over what you could possibly be keeping from him. When he finally pieced it together, it hit him like a freight train.

It happened one afternoon when he caught you staring off into space, your cheeks pink. He sat down beside you, careful not to startle you. “Whatcha thinking about, kiddo?”

Your eyes darted away, and you fiddled with your hands. “Nothing.”

“Liar,” JJ teased gently.

You hesitated, then finally blurted out, “There’s… this boy.”

JJ froze. Of all the things he’d expected, that hadn’t been it.

“A boy,” he repeated slowly, as if testing the words.

You nodded, your face turning an even brighter shade of red. “I was going to tell you, I swear! But I didn’t know how you’d react.”

JJ swallowed hard, trying to process. His baby sister had a crush. On a boy.

He took a deep breath. “Okay. Who is he?”

You hesitated again, and JJ felt his heart rate spike.

“You don’t know him. He’s… a Kook.”

JJ groaned, dragging a hand down his face. Of course, it couldn’t just be any boy. It had to be a Kook.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered.

You looked up at him, your expression nervous. “I like him, JJ. He’s nice to me.”

JJ’s protective instincts kicked in, and he couldn’t help but think about every Kook who had ever looked down on him, on your family, on your way of life. But then he saw the way you were watching him, your hands wringing nervously, and his resolve softened.

He sighed, pulling you into a side hug. “Alright, kiddo. I’m not gonna lie—I’m not thrilled about the Kook part. But if he’s good to you, that’s what matters. You deserve someone who’ll treat you right.”

Your face lit up, and JJ felt a small pang in his chest. You weren’t a little kid anymore, but you’d always be his baby sister.

“Thanks, JJ,” you said softly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, ruffling your hair. “But don’t think for a second I’m not meeting this guy. And if he so much as looks at you wrong…”

You giggled, and JJ couldn’t help but smile.

For now, he’d let it slide. But deep down, JJ knew he’d always keep an eye out for you—because no one messed with his favorite girl.

[silassinclair]

Introduction!! Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Reader

CONTENT WARNING: Guns, Violence, Fem Reader, For 16+ Readers Preferably (Ik i cant stop you younger little shits from being here)

Mayor John L/n should have known better than to attract the attention of Maddox Graves; the West's number one most wanted criminal and outlaw. But Y/n L/n's Father, John L/n, is a fool.

It all started when John L/n rode into town on his fine horse. Tonight he was going to drink at the bar and chat with the other townspeople about some small town drama. When John arrived outside the saloon however he noticed all of the posts had horses tied to them already. John looks around and sees a free spot! Just as John hopped off his horse to tie the rope around the wood post another man beat him too it.

The man shoulder checked John as he tied his black horse to the post.

“Hey I was about to tie my horse there you brute! And how dare you hit me!” John says angrily.

"I had my horse tied here first old man. Go find some place else to tie yours." The Mexican American man says; his accented voice rich and deep. The bottom half of his face is concealed by a dark red bandana. His cowboy hat is a dark brown color, a contrast to the black attire he adorns.

"Do you know who I am young man? I own this town! Now get your filthy horse out of my way before I teach you a lesson!" Mayor L/n shouts aggressively.

The outlaw frowns disapprovingly under the cloth of his bandana. This greedy old fart dare insult his stallion? And threaten him?

The outlaw brings his masked face close to the older man, making the older man back up nervously. Bringing his rugged hands to his hips the outlaw moves his long black leather jacket to the side, revealing one of his two revolvers. Each revolver being a stunning silver color with black metal engravings. No other gunman in the west had such weapons, no one other than Maddox Graves.

The mayor notices the shining gun and he gasps in fear for his life. "Those guns! Y-You’re M-Maddox Graves!" He shouts in newfound fright.

"That's right old man. You fucked with the wrong guy. Telling me to move my horse and insulting him in such a way? You're a real old fart I tell ya. Ya had some real balls o’ steel to threaten me too." The outlaw says as he pats the back of his midnight black stallion.

The mayor doesn’t waste a second as he goes to his horse as quick as possible. He gets on it's saddle to ride off. Luckily, he escapes the outlaw. However the outlaw already knows where the mayor lives.

And he will not let him get away with what he has done. No one disrespects Maddox Graves unless they want to end up in their own grave.

.

.

.

"Father? Are you alright?" A young woman says. The woman's name is Y/n L/n, and she's the one and only daughter of Mayor John L/n. In this shit stain of a small town that is on the bottom corner of maps, she brings light and joy. The townspeople adore her presence and work ethic. Though she is wealthy and the daughter of the mayor she does volunteer work in local farms and helps look after the town’s children.

Though Y/n L/n has no Mother, not anymore. So John L/n protects her with his life. She’s all he has left and he may have just lost her tonight for what he has done.

"How can I be so foolish?! Oh god what have I done!" The old man says in despair as he rushes over to his daughter. He embraces her in a desperate hug which she returns gently with a pat to his sweating back.

"Father whatever is the matter? What has you in such a stress?" She asks with genuine concern.

The old man holds her plush face gently in his wrinkled palms. He gazes into her eyes, for it may be the final time he get to do so.

"I have made a mistake Y/n... I insulted a dangerous outlaw and he may come here to our home. I need you to hide okay... Whatever you hear, do not leave your hiding spot."

Y/n feels her Father tremble. "Father I don't understand! Please whatever it is let me hel-"

"NO! I CAN HEAR HIS HORSE OUTSIDE! GO UPSTAIRS AND HIDE NOW!"

The poor young woman yelps as her Father pushes her away. She is about to argue but the desperation in his eyes makes her only nod and run up the stairs and do as she's told. Y/n goes to her bedroom and opens the door to her oak wardrobe. She hides behind a few gowns and shuts the door enough for there to be a crack.

There are sounds of talking downstairs. Y/n can hear the voice of her Father and another. The other voice is deeper and strikes fear into her core. She can hear how desperate her Father is as he pleads for his life.

“You got a little girl right? Would be a shame if she lost her Father.” The deep voice says.

“Yes! So please spare me Graves! I’ll give you money, anything you want! So please leave us in peace!” The old man begs on his knees.

“Hmmm.” The dark outlaw ponders.

BANG

Y/n covers her mouth as she yelps in horror at the sound of the gunshot. Her body trembled, the silence now was frightening. No longer did she hear the sound of her Father begging for his life. All that was left was a deadly silence.

Her Father was dead.

“Come out girl! Your Father isn’t dead~ He’s just sleeping.” Maddox taunts as he blows the smoke from the end of his gun before returning it to its holster.

Tears fell from Y/n’s eyes as she struggled to steady her breathing. She could hear his footsteps ascending the stairs. Slow, and taunting. He was taking his time.

“I don’t like playing games. Now come out before I kill you.”

The hiding woman refused to make a sound. Her survival instinct made her once trembling body as still as a statue when she heard his footsteps enter her room. She felt frozen as his steps stopped right outside the closet door.

“I know you’re in here little girl. Now come out.”

She didn’t.

“Okay, you asked me to do this.”

Light flooded into the wardrobe as Maddox nearly ripped the doors off the hinges from swinging it open so hard and fast. Inside he heard the scream of a woman and suddenly a boot clad foot coming out from behind gowns kicked him in the groin. Keeling over in pain he clutched his jewels and fell on his knees.

“OO- YOU BITCH!” He yells. His eyes widen when he sees her though. She peeks her head out from behind the dresses and gowns. Her face is soft and stained with dry tears. Rather than a young girl who he thought, it was a pretty woman who looked to be a few years younger than him.

“You’re a disgusting man!” She says angrily and runs out of the closet past the kneeling outlaw. Dashing down the stairs she sees her Father on the ground, bleeding from his side.

“Father!” She calls to him desperately as she kneels by his side and cradles his head. He’s still breathing, thank god. But he’s losing a lot of blood. So Y/n grabs the hem of her dress and tears off a strip of the fabric and ties it around his torso.

“I-I’ll run to town and call for a doctor Father.” She says with a weak smile. His eyes are closed, he seems to have passed out from shock.

Just as Y/n stood up to run out the door to get help a gunshot rings out and the bullet hits the doorknob she was just about the grab. Whipping her body back in shock she looks up and sees Maddox at the top of the staircase, his smoking gun aimed at her.

“You’re a wild one aren’t you missy?” He says with a smirk. A freshly lit cigar hangs from his mouth.

Y/n stands by the door as still as a statue as Maddox comes down the stairs. Now standing before her the height difference is very stark. Her head only reaches his shoulders.

“Let me leave… My Father is dying. I need to get to a doctor.” She says with a wavering voice.

Maddox blows smoke in her face and laughs.

“He may as well be already dead girly. He’s lost a lot of blood. And besides, even if you did make it to town you would come home to him dead. There ain’t enough time for dilly-dally.”

He was right, unfortunately. Y/n tried her best to hold back her tears. She had to stay strong, she couldn’t show weakness to this bloodthirsty killer. But she could only handle so much.

She looks behind the outlaw and sees her Father grow more pale as the seconds tick by. The moment she noticed her Father’s chest still… and a final breath escape his lips.. Y/n felt like her life was over. Her Father was dead. All hope is lost for her as she crumbles like an ancient statue.

“F-Father, my Father is dead! You killed him-!” She breaks down and grips her hair in her hands, sinking to the floor. Maddox only watches with a small grin as he tosses the cigar to the side.

“He was an old man who was gon’ kick the bucket soon anyway. I only sped up the process a lil’ princess.” Maddox says with a mocking coo. But Y/n looks up at him with a piercing glare. Her hands turn to fists and she strikes. Her fist collides with his face, causing him to whip his head to the side. Y/n stills as she awaits his reaction. He is eerily silent and his downcast gaze is dark.

But then she is suddenly met with a chuckle. His deep, rich laugh radiates throughout the home. Like an infection that invades the young woman’s eardrums. She can’t stand it.

“You hit hard little lady, I like that in a woman.” Maddox grips her chin, squeezing her face and puckering her lips.

“Such soft lips… Wonder how they’d feel against mine. Poor lil thang like you needs a strong man in her life.” His condescending tone sparks rage in Y/n. This man, no… this beast. This murderer. She needs to take revenge. To kill the man who killed her Father in cold blood. But not now. No, she would have to wait. She needs the right moment to strike.

And she doesn’t mind playing the long game. She’ll play along for now.

Hey yall, it’s me. I’m SLACKING so hard. School and work has been busting my balls and writers block is eating me alive. But this Oc got me out of the gutter. Hopefully yall like him! I plan to write for him more.

[delusional-daydreamer18]

I wrote a short random indulgent fic featuring the Soos trio themselves because we need more of them which mainly consists of:

A.) Choi Jung Soo finding the perfect apartment where they can all live in, or at least he says so.

B.) Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk dragging Rok Soo along with them.

And most impotantly–

C.) Never trust Choi Jung Soo to search for an apartment, Rok Soo says as Jung Soo gasps in mock-hurt.

I also post it on ao3 so u can also check it out there if ya'll want to:))

Hope ya'll enjoy:)

The Soos Checking Out Their New Apartment (sponsored by Choi Jung Soo truly)

The next thing the team members know, Choi Jung Soo barges into the office, panting for breath as he clutches his chest. All of them begin to fret over him incessantly before he gently pushes them away and stalks towards Kim Rok Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk, his eyes shining in delight.

"Guys!" he yells, excitement reverberating through his bones. "I–ha–found–ha–a perfect–" He gasps for breath, immediately dissolving into fits of coughs. Lee Soo Hyuk hastily pats his back and tells him to slow down, Kim Rok Soo aggressively shoving a water bottle in Choi Jung Soo's mouth. Choi Jung Soo almost chokes but after forcefully gulping down water, he can feel himself breathing again.

When Choi Jung Soo finally catches air, his chest heaving up and down steadily, he snaps his head to glare at Kim Rok Soo.

"What the hell is that for–?!" he sputters, baffled. "Are you trying to kill me–?!"

Kim Rok Soo, with the same blank expression he often wears on his face, shrugs. "You're fine now," he says matter-of-factly.

Choi Jung Soo makes a choking noise like a steaming kettle about to blow off. "That does not make it better, you little punk–"

Kim Rok Soo wrinkles his nose. "We're the same age."

"I'm older than you!"

"We share the same birthday." Kim Rok Soo blankly states.

"You have yet to call me hyung!"

Lee Soo Hyuk pries Choi Jung Soo away from Kim Rok Soo, the former looking seconds away from lunging himself at Kim Rok Soo. "Hold your horses, buddy. You have yet to give us an explanation for why you suddenly burst into the room."

Choi Jung Soo's murderous expression ebbs, his face lighting up as if he just received birthday presents before his birthday even arrived.

"Did you break someone's ribs again?" Kim Rok Soo asks skeptically.

"What–no! What do you think of me–?"

"Mm. Remember that one incident–"

"That was one time! And he deserved it–" Choi Jung Soo spits back viciously.

Lee Soo Hyuk coughs into his fist, cutting them down with a stern look. "We're going off topic here."

Choi Jung Soo stabs a finger towards Kim Rok Soo, his eyelashes fluttering innocently. "Blame him. He started it."

Kim Rok Soo's face contorts. "What are you, a child?" He scoffs.

Lee Soo Hyuk rubs his temples, a migraine about to take over his head any moment now. Like it always has whenever he's surrounded with these two. Aigoo. These idiots. 

He still can't quite stomach the fact that they are one of the–if not–the most skilled ability users in his team, more often than not bringing the best results every time they complete a mission. 

Other team leaders envy him for taking such talented men under his wing, but Lee Soo Hyuk thinks that if anyone had found Choi Jung Soo and Kim Rok Soo before him, they'd have a hard time dealing with these sacrificial troublemakers. 

Who would even believe they're the best team members he has with how they're acting like bickering teenagers going through puberty? 

Lee Soo Hyuk pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a quiet, deep sigh. “You two are making my hair turn grey.”

But then again, these are his troublemakers, he thinks fondly. 

“Don't worry. You'll still look handsome regardless, hyung.” Choi Jung says confidently in a teasing manner, though his words are genuine. He straightens himself out while giving Kim Rok Soo the stink eye. “As I was saying,” he starts, emphasizing the last part clearly, directed for a specific someone. “I found the perfect apartment where we can all stay!”

“Yeah, no, I’m out.” Kim Rok Soo tries to back away. Lee Soo Hyuk grabs his collar, tugging him back towards them. Kim Rok Soo deflates, not bothering to fight back. Lee Soo Hyuk is scarily strong and can and will snap his bones if he wants to. “Team leader-nim, let me go.” he mutters weakly.

“Nope,” Lee Soo Hyuk pops the ‘p’. “This sounds interesting. Let’s listen.”

Kim Rok Soo grumbles but complies nonetheless. Lee Soo Hyuk cues for Choi Jung Soo to continue. 

“Since every country across the globe–including South Korea–is starting to adjust with the apocalypse and all these monsters popping out of nowhere, people have started business and commerce once more. Which means–”

“Rental income is possible again, meaning people don't have to live in shelters.” Kim Rok Soo says, yawning. Choi Jung Soo snaps his fingers in approval. “Bingo!”

Lee Soo Hyuk hums, rubbing his chin in thought. “So where did you find this…‘perfect' apartment of yours?”

Choi Jung Soo waves his phone, grinning. “Online of course.”

“Are you sure it's not shady?” Kim Rok Soo asks, frowning. Before the apocalypse hit the world, he used to live in a small apartment in Seoul. He had a terrible experience living there with how the landlord would try to swindle him every chance he got, before Kim Rok Soo decided to move out and look for another one. 

If Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo were to force him to live in an apartment with them, he very much prefers not having a fraudster as their landlord again. But then again…he can just scam them back if he wants to, that doesn't seem to be a terrible idea. 

Choi Jung Soo shakes his head. “I double-checked it and even asked the others who specialize in such fields.” He plops himself in his armchair, twirling it around. He then sits ramrod straight, his face looking oddly serious. “Hyung, let's just ask for a day off and go check it out in person.”

Lee Soo Hyuk purses his lips, turning his head to look at the other team members. “Hm…” It wouldn’t hurt to ask the director to take a break, right? Besides, they’re all in dire need of one–especially Kim Rok Soo. The guy might just collapse out of the blue if he continues to overwork himself to death despite claiming his dream of wanting to become a slacker.

And if there are any monster attacks nearby when they’re gone, the others can just call them and they will be there in a jiffy. 

Kim Rok Soo returns to his seat, already going through the paperwork he needs to sort through. He ignores the piercing stares being directed at him. “Are you not tagging along, Rok Soo-ya?” Lee Soo Hyuk asks, unsurprised. Kim Rok Soo usually drowns himself in a ridiculous amount of work–even if he hates it to the core.

Kim Rok Soo gestures at the piles of paperwork sitting on his desk, not looking up from the documents he’s currently reading and analysing. “I have work I need to catch up on.” he simply says.

Choi Jung Soo, not wanting to deal with Kim Rok Soo’s workaholic tendencies because the poor bastard has very visible eyebags underneath his eyes, strides towards him, snatching the documents from his hands. Kim Rok Soo yelps, piercing Choi Jung Soo with a sharp glare. 

“Come on. You need to kick back and relax, even for just a little while. You can do all those tomorrow.” Choi Jung Soo says, his eyes pleading. Kim Rok Soo is vaguely reminded of a golden retriever wagging his tail in anticipation. “We can’t go there without you!” he cries.

Kim Rok Soo scrunches his eyebrows. Choi Jung Soo is acting dramatic–why do they need him to come along with them anyways?

Lee Soo Hyuk bobs his head in agreement. “It would be nice to take a short break. I think we three need one right now. Don’t you think, Rok Soo-ya?”

Choi Jung Soo beams, nodding his head vigorously. “What hyung just said!”

Kim Rok Soo groans inwardly. Great, Lee Soo Hyuk just has to take Choi Jung Soo’s side. They’re never going to stop bothering him unless he caves in. Kim Rok Soo releases a sigh, sagging in his seat. “Fine.”

Lee Soo Hyuk cracks a grin and Choi Jung Soo cheers, dragging a begrudging Kim Rok Soo to his feet as he swings his arm around his shoulder. “That’s the spirit!”  

Kim Rok Soo says nothing, merely sweeping them all with a stoic glance. These two teammates of his are being way too energetic and enthusiastic for his liking. His mouth twitches at the thought.

Oh well, what can Kim Rok Soo do?

He might as well laze around if given the opportunity to do so.

. . .

“Are…are you sure this is the right place?” Lee Soo Hyuk asks weakly, fighting back the urge to smack Choi Jung Soo’s head to his senses. Kim Rok Soo crosses his arms, studying the building in front of them with disdainful eyes. “Choi Jung Soo. Be honest. Did you get scammed?” Kim Rok Soo sneaks a wry sidelong glance at him.

Choi Jung Soo huffs, affronted. “Am not. Do not judge a book by its cover.”

Lee Soo Hyuk and Kim Rok Soo turn to stare at him in sync with unimpressed gazes. Choi Jung Soo remains undeterred, stepping forward and throwing his arms high as if he’s presenting a grand spectacle. “Doesn’t it look amazing?”

Both the raven-haired men beg to disagree, observing the exterior of the building woefully.

They should have seen it coming when Choi Jung Soo led them all the way here through narrow nooks and corners, too empty and too quiet, with not a single person nor stray animal seen in sight. Kim Rok Soo forced himself to keep a straight face whenever he heard a strange noise, even when his internal self was cowering in his boots.

The building, also known as a studio apartment, is located in an eerily secluded area away from the main bustling streets of Seoul, hidden behind numerous alleyways and gangways, coating the air with tension and suspense. It’s shrouded in darkness, with only a few dim lamps barely flickering in a shallow attempt to chase the darkness away. 

“It looks ugly. Just like you.” Kim Rok Soo says bluntly, taking a step back behind Lee Soo Hyuk. If this is where they’re going to live in, Kim Rok Soo prefers to just live straight in a dumpster. 

Choi Jung Soo’s face sours as if he tasted lemon. “Excuse you, I look dashing.” he says, exuding an air of confidence. He ambles towards the doors of the dingy studio apartment, beckoning them to follow. Kim Rok Soo raises a brow. “Are you telling us to enter this very obvious suspicious apartment you found?” His voice is laced with disbelief.

“I have to admit, I agree with Rok Soo-ya on this one,” Lee Soo Hyuk chimes in, judging the building intently.

“Thank you, team leader-nim.”

Choi Jung Soo pulls their arms before they could utter muffled words of protests. “Let’s take a look. And, as I said–don’t judge a book by its cover.”

“Every reader does the opposite, you of all people should know that,” Kim Rok Soo mutters. Choi Jung Soo ignores him, pushing the doors wide open as they step inside the studio apartment.

“It’ll be great, just see!”

. . .

It is in fact, not great at all, in Kim Rok Soo’s humble opinion. 

Yes, they did not expect the landlord to be an old lady who is reaching her twilight years, and yes she is extremely kind as she guides them towards one of the available rooms left, treating them all as if they’re her grandsons–and Choi Jung Soo, being the social butterfly he is, immediately gets along with her in no time.

However, when the friendly landlord opens the door to their ‘supposed’ room, shock is the best way to describe their reactions, sans Kim Rok Soo, who in truth, didn’t expect anything. When the landlord leaves them so that they can take a look around, they all stand there awkwardly. 

“I mean…for a shabby apartment like this one, it looks neat?” Choi Jung Soo attempts to be optimistic. His optimism doesn’t quite reach his two other teammates though, shooting him shrewd looks.

Choi Jung Soo throws his arms indignantly in the air. “Hey, don’t ya’ll look at me that way. It’s the only one our meager money can afford. Not my fault we’re broke.” All of them visibly wilt at the reminder. Just because they prevent monsters from totally wrecking the cities, doesn’t mean they earn a filthy load of cash, much to the disappointment of everyone–especially Kim Rok Soo.

“...at least it’s near our office building?” Lee Soo Hyuk tries, poorly.

Kim Rok Soo stays silent, surveying his surroundings. “I think this is okay.” he confesses, quietly. In spite of Kim Rok Soo’s rough critique and outlook of the place, it’s better to live here than have none at all considering how the world is still trying its best to recover from the cataclysm that shook their entire lives drastically.

Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk turn their heads so fast that might’ve caused their necks to crack to gawk at him, wide-eyed and bewildered. “You do?!” Choi Jung Soo asks shrilly. 

Kim Rok Soo gives an affirmative nod. “It’s better than nothing at all.”

Choi Jung Soo makes an awful wet noise that suspiciously sounds a whole lot like sniffling. He wraps an arm around Kim Rok Soo’s shoulder, trying to hug him as the latter pushes his face in disgust. “Rok Soo! My dongsaeng! How kind of you! You’ve finally said a kind word–!” 

“...shut up.” Kim Rok Soo grouses, giving up his fruitless attempt of pushing Choi Jung Soo away. Choi Jung Soo wraps his arms around him giddily, Lee Soo Hyuk snickering in the background. “Oi, you punks. You’re leaving me out?” he asks with faux hurt, walking up to them. 

Choi Jung Soo grins widely, opening an inviting arm. “Join us!”

Kim Rok Soo can feel a headache about to burst his head. “No–”

Lee Soo Hyuk takes that as an invitation to embrace them tight, laughing along with Choi Jung Soo as Kim Rok Soo’s ears turn bright pink. 

“Look at that, hyung! He loves us–”

“Didn’t know you were the shy type, Rok Soo-ya–”

“Quit it, all of you–”

Echoes of laughter and grumbles erupt inside their apartment room, bright and light and carefree. At that moment, they are not the heroes who constantly save their country from the savage monsters running rampant as they try to tear their country apart, nor are they people who have lost everything and are doing their best to survive a dark, dangerous world–just regular men in their twenties looking for an apartment to live in, even if it’s worn out and cramped. So long as they have each other.

[tubbytarchia]

In my head I'm constantly rotating around the idea of Ranchers and Pearl... This is largely unfounded but I just. can't help it... I just think they'd make such a cute trio and it's what all of them deserve in DL especially. Further thoughts below but please also have this from Pearl's POV

I have never been able to stop thinking about how Pearl was the first person to genuinely help the ranchers when they requested it, and the way she only asks for food in exchange because she's hungry, gets some steak thrown at her and she immediately gobbles it up. Then Pearl watching them try their best to get goat horns, doesn't even judge them for their complete incompetence (does snicker to herself a little but that's just cute), offers to try it herself, gets it immediately followed by Jimmy's unbridled joy and Tango's unbridled praise

Then Jimmy went and broke my heart by shooing Pearl away in session 3 like everyone else </3, but then pearl comes back later offering him a horse and this time she only asks for friendship in exchange <3. But then she HAD conversed with Scott before and Scott basically just said "I've emotionally reduced Jimmy into nothing before and you can too". In the end Jimmy gives her the horn that she got for him in the first place </3 Then Pearl and Martyn steal the horse back but Pearl pretty quickly feels remorseful and returns to Jimmy to once again ask for friendship in exchange for the horse. Jimmy refuses but Pearl gives him the horse anyway and RAHH Jimmy being genuinely surprised like, baby... he just doesn't expect much at all from anyone at this point does he lol. And Pearl all "No, that's not me, I felt too bad" and Jimmy still asking for reassurance "You sure? Are you sure?". Then they kind of established a friendship before parting ways when Pearl admitted she no longer had Jimmy's horn (had given it to Martyn already)

So obviously that didn't amount to much, they didn't interact a lot before Tango and Jimmy died but COME ON THEY'D BE SO CUTE... The ranchers who are most everyone's laughing stock and Pearl who has been largely ostracized for not even doing anything wrong, and completely alone. Except she does have Tilly, she loves her dogs and she also ushers a donkey into her tower all "here you go my little lovely", ALSO housing Oreo, the very horse that'd been traded back and forth and that the ranchers had so desperately wanted. Oreo WAS left there by Scar because he had to make a swift escape from the top but... you know. Anyway point is I think her and the ranchers have a little bit in common in that, I could totally imagine Pearl enjoying taking care of the animals. Also don't forget how she was struggling for food in the beginning just like the ranchers. But they managed to make do because they had each other, unlike Pearl. So the ranchers could give her supportive company!! Can you imagine how delightful they'd be towards her... The same way Jimmy would usher Tango into the ranch as he fled from mobs, scared and starving

That's about it but PLEASE. SURELY I'm not the only one who can see this. Ranchers housing Pearl would be the absolute cutest, they don't judge each other etc... Imagine an AU in which she does score a proper allyship with them, finally finding happiness in some human company only for them to die first and Pearl being left all alone again with all the other Lifers who considered her crazy

[idontmindifuforgetme]

You want someone to go mask off? Sure why not. Idc about followers and I know at one point we were mutuals on your older blog. But I've seen a lot of posts from you recently that are very very defensive if not outright rude when responding to asks from people who do very genuinely seem to care or are just trying to share their perspective and better understand yours. And if you don't want "saccharine" talk that's fine, I have no problem being blunt. And simply put, you're being a hypocrite.

You are assuming they are looking for the worst in you when that's what you're doing by treating perfectly respectful asks/sharing of opinions as if you have this massive group of haters waiting at their keyboards to shit on your life all the time. Tumblr is not that important. You don't have a fan base and you certainly don't have a group of "haters" stalking your every post. Now, you have clearly made several very popular posts and probably do have a lot of followers (not fans, anyone who says so has a parasocial relationship w/ you which is hilarious). So your posts are exposed to a wider audience, and with that of course you are gonna have more people asking questions/sharing their opinions than someone with a significantly smaller audience.

That ask about the poem certainly didn't seem rude or ill-intentioned, and it's clear they made an effort to be respectful. They also have a very valid point. I wouldn't want someone who is white to speak on the black experience, especially not the black incarcerated experience. And I generally don't agree with someone who hasn't been incarcerated or detained writing on that experience. If it's a form of oppression they haven't experienced why are they speaking on it instead of uplifting the voices of someone who has? (I'm aware this situation is different and the author did live that experience, and I think there can be exceptions to that rule, but that's exactly why a discussion around it IS important).

This probably comes across as me hating on you, which I don't because that implies I think of you more often than when your posts simply cross my dash. But having seen answers like this consistently from you, about various subjects, just thought maybe you needed to be told bluntly that you're not exactly creating an environment condusive to people trying to better themselves or better understand you. And I'm absolutely not saying you have to sugarcoat things to get people to care, or act as google for people who need to just take the initiative to educate themselves. But their should be a stark difference between shutting down shitty behavior and responding to people with good intentions who maybe just sent a bad take. As you said, "you guys want everyone to be a bad, performative person deep down." But it seems like you believe the same thing about your anons. People send things like that on anon because they're afraid of being villainized for their curiosity.

Idc if you post this or not, take any of it to heart or not, because at the end of the day it's your life dude. But I do hope you get off your high horse before someone humbles you irl. Activism is most effective when you don't have ill-will towards your allies, and focus on building community between us. Which involves discussion. Why are we nitpicking someone trying to be an active supporter of human rights and making sure the right voices get the spotlight in the process? Is that not exactly what we ask of people with privilege?

”you don’t have a fanbase” “anyone who says so has a parasocial relationship w you which is hilarious” this is absolutely in good faith. I believe you

[delicateartisantrash]

i have a weird and personal question, as you have cats.....do you meow? Like, have a habit of occasionally meowing? Growing up while i didn't have cats our house was typically haunted by strays and i somehow... Picked the habit of meowing exactly like a cat, me and my brother, too. We meow all day. We meow at each other. We meow at our family. We meow at cats (unfamiliar cats give us the strangest look ever). At this point when a meow is heard our family is confused if it's actually a cat or me or my brother. That day i met my aunt in front of a showroom we were gonna buy a fridge from....the guy here opened the door for us, and standing on the doorstep, watching her approach, I just go: "Meow!" and she meows back at me without any hesitation or awkwardness. In public.

We are just like that.

As it happens, i do!

I also whistle, chirp, growl, hiss, I've woofed and yipped while talking to dogs, snorted like a horse, and I've picked up an absurd amount of body language and habits i didn't even realize came from my animal family until much later in life. I pick up their language even easier than i pick up the languages of people around me. Other species are rarely dishonest, which makes studying their meanings behind different behaviors much easier and quicker to understand. If they're upset, I'm gonna know it. If they're content, I'm gonna know it. They're very consistent.

I mimic horses very easily and perhaps most readily. I had an ex who drew my attention to the fact my nostrils flare and emote like a horse does, which clued him in on my moods, and I've been self conscious about that ever since. Ope.

I genuinely find body language easier to converse in than spoken or written words often times. Don't get me wrong, words are super important, but so MUCH can be conveyed with just the way someone holds themselves.

My first home as an adult out of school was a one room tiny house i lived in with my first parrot, Chicken. I spent so much time chatting with him and learning his whistles and developing our own vocabulary of sounds, that i had to consciously remember not to default to them in other settings 😂 i still slip up and have a habit of whistling the "hello I'm here hiiii" greeting at people, particularly family and close friends, now and then.

yes, I've gotten many confused looks. Some of my friends will whistle back xD

Meows are aaaaaall the time. I made friends with strays and other peoples' cats when i was young and all growing up, so u was honestly already speaking cat before i adopted kitties. Now it's even more commonplace xD

I've absolutely cussed my Symbiotes out in cat hisses before to scold them as needed.

my kitties have taught me certain tones of sounds mean different things to them. If i make a specific noise, it'll ask them to come over. I can tell when they're complaining or when they're just saying hello and being chatty, i can tell when they're annoyed or disinterested.

And, of course, the FEEEEEED MEEEEEE meow-trill xD